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mrsurahara · 8 months

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𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗭

ఌ︎. p. Luke Alvez x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering (f receiving), squirting, mating press], take a shot every time you see “princesa”, cocky Luke Alvez, reader talking shit on the game— let me know if i missed anything!

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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

You and Luke were laying in your bed. You were in between his legs resting against his warm, shirtless chest in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You always told him that wearing his clothes helped you feel close to him even when he was miles away on a case.

You had your headset on and a PS5 controller in your hands yelling at the TV. You’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last three hours nonstop and Luke was having trouble keeping up. All he knew was that your team won every game and you talked a lot of trash. He’s contemplating pouring body wash into your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke was growing painfully hard. You constantly grinding on his dick, even though it wasn’t on purpose, was making it very challenging to not just flip you over and fuck you right there.

Then he got an idea.

Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.

He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.

He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.

“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.

“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.

“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.

“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.

“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.

“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.

“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.

Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.

“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.

Luke was even more turned on than before.

He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.

“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.

“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.

“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.”

You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.

Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.

“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.

“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Please, please!” you begged.

Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”

Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.

“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.

“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.

“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”

You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.

Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.

“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Deal.”

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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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A League Christmas

Day 11 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary: A Justice League Christmas party overwhelms you, so you sneak off to find a quiet place. Dick finds you and keeps you company.

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

Warnings: fluff, brief discussions of insecurity and anxiety, brotherly Jason Todd slander, Hal Jordan (he's a warning by himself) and a GLTAS reference.

A/N: I didn't specify which Dick Grayson this is, so feel free to pick your favorite! I just like Young Justice's Nightwing suit. Also, I love Hal and Razer in GLTAS if anyone is curious. Friendly reminder that I write for several DC characters in this fic, if you'd like to request something with them (request rules & character list)! :)

The first annual Justice League Christmas Gala. Wonder Woman’s idea meets Batman’s money.

Your apprehension about attending has only increased since you got the invitation a week and a half before the gala. The mix of insecurity, fear, and knowing that you’ll be overwhelmed causes you to question whether or not you should RSVP.

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“Are you going to the gala?” Nightwing asks, landing beside you.

“I don’t know. Probably not? It’s not like a party of that size will miss one no-name vigilante,” you answer, not looking at him.

“You’re kidding, right? You have to go; who else will keep me sane?”

You glance at him before saying, “One less mouth to feed. I’m doing it for Bruce.”

Nightwing stays quiet, walking beside you until you reach the end of the alley.

“What if we go together? If I’m your date you won’t have to deal with any of it alone. I’ll be stuck by your side the entire time,” he offers.

“I- that would be nice,” you answer quietly, hopeful that being beside him will improve the night.

“Then it’s a date,” Nightwing says, his usual energy back as he jumps onto a dumpster. Extending a hand down to you, he adds, “Now, let’s find Harley, she owes me 20 bucks.”

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“Alfred!” Dick calls as he enters the Batcave, pulling his mask off.

“Yes, Master Grayson? Another injury?” Alfred replies.

“No, of course not, I’m not Jason,” Dick answers.

“Heard that!” Jason yells from somewhere.

Dick shrugs as he smiles at Alfred. “I need you to do something for me at the gala.”

“Anything, Master Grayson.”

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Stephanie and Cass invited you to go shopping for the gala and found what they (and you) deemed ‘the perfect look.’ It is a combination of your suit colors and Nightwing’s. You feel good in the dress but still wonder if you made the right decision by agreeing to go.

When you enter the venue, you hear a sharp whistle and turn to see Dick Grayson walking toward you. His suit is a deep blue, with elements of the bright Nightwing blue you’ve grown to love. A domino mask covers his eyes and cheekbones, but you still know how beautiful he is.

“You look amazing,” you tell him.

“Seriously? You look like a princess,” he gushes, running a finger over the fabric of your outfit. “You look really good in blue; better than me, maybe.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you argue, laughing as he brushes a piece of hair away from your mask.

“You ready?” he asks, offering his arm.

You loop your arm through his elbow, and he lays his other hand on your arm.

“You’ll do amazing,” he whispers as you approach the top of the stairs.

“Mr. Red Hood and Artemis Grace of Bana-Mighdall,” Alfred announces.

“Mr. Red Hood?” you ask, looking at Dick. “That makes you…”

“Mr. Nightwing, yep. Bruce doesn’t seem to care that everyone here already knows who we are.”

Alfred says your name first, flipping the expected script. You look at Dick and smile brightly, whispering your gratitude for making you laugh. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you nod at Alfred and he sends you a quick, encouraging wink before reading the next set of names.

Your arm stays looped through Dick’s as you make the rounds, saying hello to the heroes you know and introducing yourself to those you don’t. Dick was serious when he said he’d be by your side the whole time. Even when you go to get drinks, his hand stays on your lower back as he orders for you.

“Nightwing? A word?” Superman asks, smiling as he looks over at you.

Dick’s face drops toward yours, and though you can’t see his dark eyes looking at you, you know what he’s asking.

“Go ahead,” you say with a nod. “I’ll be around when you’re done.”

He nods once, gripping your hand before he leaves with Superman. You accept the drink and walk to a secluded area, taking a seat and a deep breath.

“Hey,” someone says. “This seat taken?”

You’re prepared to lie to avoid a conversation, but when you see who it is you smile and say, “No, help yourself.”

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Dick’s eyes stray to you as he listens to Superman and answers his questions, nodding and laughing when needed. He sees someone approach the table and hopes that they don’t ask to sit down. When you smile and gesture to the seat, the man turns and Dick releases a sigh, turning his attention back to Superman.

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“And then Razer said, ‘Do you share my opinion that the sweet embrace of death would be welcome today?’” Green Lantern Hal Jordan finishes, laughing alongside you. “Hate to leave so soon, but thanks for the company,” he adds before standing to visit the other Green Lanterns, who were fashionably late (courtesy of Kyle Rayner, no doubt).

After he leaves, and you’re alone as your anxiety begins to grow as the music, the overlapping conversations, and the extravagant gown overwhelm your senses. Abandoning your seat, you back toward the door, smiling at Diana as she passes, before turning and leaving.

✯✯✯✯✯

Dick hasn’t checked on you since Hal sat down, but he feels a sudden urge to look over. When he sees you backing toward the door, he knows something is off.

“Sorry, Supes, but I need to go,” he interrupts.

Superman looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Take your time.”

Dick nods and rushes through the ballroom, following you up into a small sitting room with large windows. He closes the door, muffling the sounds of the party. You sigh as the quietness washes over you. Turning to him, you begin apologizing.

“I didn’t mean to ditch you, I just got overwhelmed, and…”

“Hey,” Dick interrupts, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch.

He sits first, then pulls you down beside him, letting you lean against his side while he intertwines your fingers.

“Don’t apologize for leaving a situation that made you uncomfortable. Is that all that’s bothering you?”

“Yes. I just- it was a lot,” you answer.

“I get it. We can stay here as long as you want, or we can really ditch and go get ice cream or hot chocolate or something,” Dick offers, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.

There is a small clicking sound just before the lawn outside the window is illuminated with thousands of Christmas lights. You stand quickly, pulling Dick to the window with you, looking at all of the decorations and the intricate light display.

Unbeknownst to you, Alfred looks up into the window and smiles when he sees you standing so close to Dick. “A Christmas miracle,” he mutters before returning to the gala.

“I’d say this is a pretty good first date, all things considered,” Dick says, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You pull your hand from his and turn in his arms to ask, “This was a date?”

“Of course it was.” He rushes to add, “Unless you don’t want it to be.”

“No, I do,” you answer quickly. “I just thought you offered to go with me because I was nervous.”

Dick brushes his fingers against the bottom of your mask as he says, “I wanted to go with you because you’re the best part of my life.”

“Take it off,” you whisper.

Dick smiles as he pulls the mask away from your face, freezing as his eyes look into yours. He drops your mask on a nearby table, keeping his head turned away as he peels his own off and drops it beside yours.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Grayson,” you tease, looking into his eyes.

“Too long,” Dick agrees, running a knuckle along your cheekbone. “You really are the best part of me.”

“You’re the best part of me,” you parrot, pushing your hands under the lapel of his suit blazer to rest on his chest.

Dick smiles, opening his hand so his warm, calloused palm rests against your cheek. He tilts his head to kiss you, his lips moving slowly against yours in the best slow dance you’ve ever experienced. You lean against him as you follow his movements, more than happy to let him lead.

“Thanks for being my date,” you whisper as he pulls back.

“I got the good end of this deal,” he replies.

The door opens suddenly, and Dick pulls you against his chest, keeping his face to the window as he asks who it is.

“You know the masks are supposed to stay on for this reason, right?” Bruce asks.

“Then why are you using your real voice?” you respond playfully.

“Besides, I can’t kiss her in the mask,” Dick adds, turning to face Bruce.

“Your mask only covers your eyes,” Bruce argues.

“But his eyes are pretty,” you say, smiling.

“I just came to tell you that you can leave if you want to,” Bruce explains, smiling at you. “I’m glad you both came, though.”

He closes the door behind him as Dick looks at you, the Christmas lights reflecting in his eyes as he pulls you closer.

“Me too,” you both say together.

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cultofdixon · 4 months

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It is no one’s fault for unexpected tragedies

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Accidents happen every day. That hasn’t changed because of the end of the world…so why are you trying to blame yourself, Dixon? • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major Injuries / Blood Loss / Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

“You’re going on that run tomorrow right?” Daryl asks his partner who was busy packing for said run, so it was stating the obvious in hopes that Y/N would invite him. But she knows his games.

“Yes, and I’ll be at the Kingdom by nightfall. I’ll manage without you” Y/N smiles leaning into her man when he brings himself close bringing his arms around her. “Think you’ll manage without me?”

“Nah. I’ll always need yea” Daryl felt the twitch of a smile grace his features when Y/N turned around to face him and pressed her lips to his cheek.

As the next morning follows, Daryl leans against the car Y/N will be taking as she puts her bag in the trunk along with the trading good for the Kingdom.

“Don’t cause too much trouble when I’m gone, Dixon”

“You try not to cause any trouble, Dixon” He smiles warmly bringing her into his embrace for a moment holding her and occasionally planting kisses on her temple.

“You’re trying to butter me up to invite you or to distract me long enough to stay”

“Is it working?” He hums bringing his lips to hers as she happily returns the soft gentle kiss before gently pushing herself off of him. “You wound me, sunshine”

“You have work to do as well, love. Better go get it done.” Y/N smiles pulling him off the car before getting into the driver Daryl instantly brought himself to the window stealing one more kiss before getting roped into anything and everything Rick asks of him.

It’s been a couple of hours and Daryl sat on the porch of his home holding the radio in his hand giving it another second before calling in to any open line hoping someone from the Kingdom to answer. Just his luck that Carol was the first to chime back.

“Hey?”

“It’s Daryl”

“Ha, no shit. Did you need something, Daryl?”

“I was uh wondering…if Y/N made it there and if I could talk to her” Daryl frowns hoping for a yes from the other side as he never liked being apart from his partner.

“She’s currently sleeping. Went hunting on her drive over here.”

“Seriously? She didn’t take her hunting rifle”

“You know Y/N. She’s a creative person, she got creative and brought a buck over. You are uh missing out if I do say so”

“Well I can always come—-“

“She’s sleeping! Are you seriously going to come here and disturb her?”

Daryl didn’t like where this conversation was going and grew a bit of a suspicion. “Carol. I was talkin’ to try the buck. I ain’t gonna interrupt her sleep…but a little hunting just for one piece of game shouldn’t have worn her out”

“Well, she did also stop at a few cars along the way to siphon for gas. Yknow, what we are supposed to do while Maggie devises a plan for an alternative fuel source that isn’t solar”

Carol is a smart woman and knows how to knock the archer off her “scent”. “Seriously Daryl. Just come over tomorrow”

“Y/N is supposed to come home tomorrow”

“Well, that’s too bad. Guess she has to stay here so that the two of you go home together. Besides, you were already planning to come for breakfast if Rick didn’t ask you to take the morning watch” Carol took a swing with her guessing and the silence from the other end only confirmed it. The grumble that got picked up also did. “We shall see you tomorrow”

“Tell Y/N I said goodnight.” Pause. “And I love her” Then the line finally turns off.

Carol stood in the hallway to the housing section of the Kingdom that included the mess hall and their designated rooms for their infirmary when she took the call from her best friend. Her best friend could sniff out lies…but didn’t this time.

“Hey,” Carol quickly turned to Siddiq, who did weekly visits to other communities, giving her a concerned look. “She’s awake”

“Okay…Can I be alone with her?”

“Yeah, I’ll be getting her water. Were you talking to Daryl? Did you tell him yet?”

“No…Should I have?”

“If she was dying, yeah. But it’s still…a lot. Maybe in the morning tell him?” Siddiq questioned while passing his friend he didn’t overhear the conversation because Carol knew for a fact Daryl would be coming in the morning.

Whether Y/N had a near death experience or not.

When Carol entered the room to find her friend lay in bed. She looked exhausted, broken in physical and mental places, but brought her attention to the soft steps her friend gave and shown her a smile on her face before it faded when looking at her injuries.

“Can’t believe I almost died over a deer…”

“You did bring us back a plentiful feast from the buck” Carol tried to joke with her to lighten the mood but the way Y/N went from exhausted to emotionless to overwhelmed in the matter of seconds, it wasn’t the time. “Hey hey…I’m sorry I shouldn’t have tried to make light on very recent matters…I’m just. So thankful you’re still alive”

“I could’ve died…could’ve been worse than broken bones and several deep wounds. I’ve…I’ve gotten so used to this life and how grateful I am for the now…how the fuck did those stupid fucking deer not see me?” Y/N sobbed no matter how painful her broken ribs felt when trying to catch a deep breath to calm her, or the throbbing pain from her broken wrist and dislocated ankle. More had happened and more could’ve happened.

Throughout the night, Ezekiel came in to check on Carol who wasn’t going to leave her friend’s side and helped in any way that he could for both his partner and Y/N. Eventually they decided to use the oxygen tank they found to keep some flow steady for Y/N given every chance she tried to sleep she would trigger an anxiety attack making it difficult to breathe and her ribs were already doing a number on her.

The morning came and Daryl had radio’d in before coming so Carol could prepare entirely for what she was going to tell him. But she also prepared for in the moment it was going to fly out the window.

Daryl came through the gates of the Kingdom noticing Ezekiel first as he waves at him giving him a waiting gesture so that he could fetch Carol. But the archer grew curious about the tense atmosphere when he parked his bike, not finding the vehicle Y/N had came in.

“Hey man! You here for breakfast with Carol?” Jerry approaches Daryl as he gave the man a confused look. “Hey? What’s up?”

“Y/N’s car ain’t around. Did she leave?”

“Uh no. She uhm. Got a flat so one of our people is taking a look at it. She’s still…somewhere!” Jerry laughs with a shrug as he quickly takes his leave into the direction of where Y/N really is, knowing Carol is there. But he kept glancing behind him to make sure Daryl wasn’t following.

He wasn’t. But he is investigating further.

But it meant him being a bit nosey in his scary silent way.

A few Kingdom people were tending to a lot of repairs regarding its community and Daryl thought those few would be the best to ask around about any vehicle maintenance but the answers revolved around…

Had to fill one up with gas

The tire repair would’ve been tricky if we didn’t have to spare

Did you know duct tape is a good tool to keep a bumper on?

Nothing really of use until Daryl found a man going through the engine of a familiar model to the car his partner took but he honestly can’t entirely recall what the car was since he was more focused on Y/N.

“Need a hand?” Daryl decided to come off the helpful route to see if he gets more out of the guy.

“Uh” This guy gave the archer a confused look before moving aside giving him access to look for himself.

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Now Daryl was even more confused while looking at the engine before reaching in and taking out a piece of an antler. “Someone hit a buck?”

“More like…a buck and a half. I was just told to get rid of the evidence before trying to repair the car cosmetically” He groans gesturing for Daryl to step back to close the hood as they watch it bounce up. “Yeah this’ll take a while”

“What happened to the person driving it?”

“Oh you should’ve been there. She came in with the buck through the windshield and the deer barely hanging onto the hood. It was fucking awful. I haven’t heard about her condition yet, that Siddiq fella that makes his rounds every few weeks? If he wasn’t here when she came in, she probably would’ve died to her injuries”

Daryl watches the man round the car to check the back of it, leaving him to check the drivers seat and once he opened the door he brings himself to sit so he could reach the glove box finding Y/N’s journal. She always brings that on her drives. His anxiety went from steady to overwhelming in the matter of seconds as he left the vehicle knowing exactly where to go next.

Carol stood in the hallway after being informed that Daryl was on the premises and it will only take him a matter of time before he barged into the building.

“How bad is it?!”

“Daryl—-“ Carol stopped him in his tracks as he instantly fought against her.

“NO! If she’s dead and yea didn’t tell me I’m gonna—-“

“She’s not dead, Daryl!” She raised her voice loud enough for her words to pass his rushing thoughts as he relaxed from trying to toss his friend over to get to Y/N. “She’s in a lot of pain, even with the meds we gave her. You need to be careful going in there”

“H-…Sh…She’s fine?”

“Yes. She’s going to be fine. You need to get that look off your face” The archer instantly scoffed as Carol gripped his shoulders. “She’ll read your expression in an instant Daryl. You know she will. Don’t even try and make this your fault when it’s not. It’s not hers either. Freak accidents happen”

“I know that…w-what makes yea think…” Daryl frowns avoiding her eyes contact knowing damn well she’s giving him a concerned but obvious expression. He tries to make everything his fault when most incidents aren’t.

They all know this.

The door creaked open startling Y/N a bit as she’s been in and out of that exhaustion fog caused by pain and medication. She tried her best to look at what made the noise but when she saw Daryl step in she felt her heart race and the tears threaten to spill.

“H-Hey” She rasped out as Daryl brought himself to sit carefully on the side of her bed taking note of her injuries resulting in his pulling it all together look to one of fear and sadness as he tried to turn his face away but she used her good hand to grab onto his forearm forcing him to look at the connection before connecting their eyes. “Don’t…”

“…I’m tryin’ not to…”

“This…ugh” Y/N tried to stop the tears. “Was so f-fucking freak. It’s no one’s fault but the goddamn buck”

Daryl couldn’t help the short lived chuckle to escape him as he held onto her arm keeping close as he could to her.

“It did a number on your car. Yea lucky I saved your journal”

“Okay it wasn’t a fucking monster deer that tore the car a new one. It was multiple and no where near the glove compartment” Y/N laughs lightly pulling her hand away only to hold her ribs when she laughed. “I’m so not including this in that book”

“I don’t know…it’d be a page turner” He decided to keep lighthearted on the matter for the time being.

Even if the nights they’ve spent there, Daryl found himself awake by her side in case she needed anything. Least he wasn’t bullying himself as he sat awake. He was just. There for her.

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sunnydayzes · 7 months

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The silence that came over the room after she spoke about her mother was deafening. It was almost as if Lyla had stolen the woman's breath away and she didn't know what to say in response. But, even mentioning what had happened aloud had created a tightening in her chest as the sadness started bubbling up to the surface again. She hated thinking about what had happened, and giving it a voice just made it even more real.

"Do you have a job? Can you pay rent?", the woman asked calmly, her features had softened since her confession, but she still seemed to be all business. Lyla couldn't really blame her. People had to make a living one way or another and her tragedy didn't stop the world from spinning - even though she had felt like it did.

"I....don't." She said, watching the woman's face quickly change. "But I will start looking. I'm sure I can find something. People need help all over this town.", Lyla said, reasonably, somehow finding a way to muster up a little bit of confidence.

There was another long stretch of silence, and then the woman let out a heavy sigh, and resumed her typing on her computer once more.

"Rent is 450 a month. It's due at the first of the month. You have a five day grace period, but anything after that is considered late. If you miss two payments in a row, you will be evicted. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am.", Lyla said, trying to stop the tears that were brimming in the corners of her eyes. She felt such a wave of relief wash over her. She had found herself a home; and it hadn't taken that long at all. It felt like a blessing - like her momma was somehow still watching over her like she had her whole life.

"The first month I will wave the rent plus the usual moving in fees.", the woman said, as Lyla heard the sound of a printer going off in the background. "I know what it's like to be without a family."

"Thank you.", Lyla said, a small tear dripping down her face.

"Don't thank me yet, girl. You better find yourself a job. Are you still in school?", she asked as she pulled a piece of paper out of the printer and sat it down on the desk in front of her "Read over this and sign it."

"I just started my senior year.", Lyla replied as she looked over the document that was handed to her. It was a lease agreement. It seemed like pretty standard stuff, and Lyla didn't really see anything that concerned her. She hastily signed the document, handing it back to the woman, anxious to get her hands on the keys to her new home.

"Stay in school.", the woman said gruffly as she grabbed the piece of paper back and moved over to the copier. "Trust me. If you ever want to make something out of yourself, school should be your priority."

"Yes, ma'am." Lyla replied, remembering that she had promised her mother the exact same thing. She had dreams for herself - she wanted to open up her own little bakery and sell her treats to the world. She may not have needed an education for that dream, but she knew that it wouldn't have hurt anything.

"You can stop calling me, ma'am. My name is Barbara, but you can call me Barb.", she said, and Lyla saw the woman smile for the first time since she had entered the office as she turned back to Lyla and handed her a copy of the lease she had just signed. "Congratulations. You have a home."

Lyla stared down at that piece of paper as though it was going to disappear. She couldn't believe it was that easy. She knew that it probably should have been. Maybe the woman was taking pity on her, or maybe she just saw a way to make a quick buck. Either way, Lyla didn't have to worry about sleeping on the street that night, or any night after, and that was all that she cared about.

"I'm Lyla.", she said as she held out her hand. The woman didn't shake it, as she expected. Instead, she dropped a small key into the palm of her hand.

"You ready to see your place?", she asked, and Lyla nodded her head enthusiastically. "Follow me."

#story: phases #phases: chapter one #ts4 story #sims 4 story #c: lyla frye #sim: barbara short #portsim #millhaven #long post #tw: death mention #tw: loss of parent #i have a very dear friend of mine in my life #her name is also barbara and she is an older woman #she used to come into the restruant i used to work at every day and sit at the bar #and she is one of the wisest people i have ever met and we still talk #when i saw this character in this save file #it was like it was meant to be that she would be a part of Lyla's story #poor girl has been through so much #and it's only getting started

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great-pink-owl · 2 years

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Coffee

Rating G | Alec Lightwood | Izzy Lightwood | Outside POV

Coffee

Sam sighs softly, one hip propped against the serving counter as her eyes roam the deserted interior of her small café. The sweet smell of cinnamon and baking bread is still lingering from the fresh batch of cinnamon buns she’d just put in the display case. She probably won’t sell a single one today. She thinks Mrs. Danolly—the homeless woman who’s taken up residence in the ally behind the small coffee shop—will be delighted by the donation.

Outside, rain lashes against the windows in sheets, and thunder rumbles menacingly in the distance as the storm grows in intensity. The weather prediction for the day had called for slight cloud cover with a cool breeze, a perfect day to hole up in a local café and eat cinnamon buns. This downpour came out of nowhere and now Sam is bemoaning the day’s lost sales.

She’s just debating the merits of closing early and going home to curl up with Netflix and a mug of spiked cocoa when the little bell above the entrance jingles cheerfully. She perks up as two people spill into the cozy interior of her shop, soaking wet and leaving a puddle on her rustic faux wood floors.

Oh.

They’re…stunning. Both strangers have dark hair, flawless skin, and cheekbones that should be illegal. The hint of an inky black tattoo peeks out enticingly from the collar of the man’s jacket. Even with their disheveled appearance, it’s impossible to miss just how stupidly attractive they both are. Or maybe Sam is just projecting because she hasn’t gotten laid in nearly a year. Both are possible.

The woman is giggling gleefully where she leans into her companion’s side, arms wrapped around his middle to keep her balance when she teeters dangerously in her six-inch stilettos. She has the broken heel of one boot clutched in her left hand. She murmurs something too low for Sam to hear, bringing her empty hand up to ruffle the man’s dark hair with a grin, raindrops flying in every direction with the gesture.

“Yes Izzy, I’m well aware.” He rolls his eyes fondly, hooks an arm around her, and hauls her over to a nearby table. He deposits her unceremoniously into a chair and swipes the broken heel, shoving it into a pocket before draping his wet jacket over the other chair. After a quick conversation, he drops a kiss to the top of her head and turns to make his way toward the counter.

Sam can’t help but track the way he moves with an effortless sort of grace, the way his soaked jeans cling to strong thigh muscles that make her want to fan herself and swoon like some Victorian maiden. She forcefully resists the urge to check for drool and smiles brightly, looking up, and then up some more, to meet vibrant hazel eyes.

Dear god he’s tall.

It’s possible she’s a little bit in love. Definitely a little bit in lust.

“Hi!” Sam is grateful when her voice comes out steady, if perhaps a touch breathless. After all, it isn’t every day that members of the Greek pantheon come into your coffee shop to escape the rain. “What can I get for you?”

“Uhm…” He absently brushes a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear as he scans the menu and Sam’s eyes involuntarily followed a stray water droplet down the corded muscles of his bare forearm. More of those dark tattoos stand out against pale skin and it takes everything in her not to lick her lips like a starving person.

Shit. People are not supposed to be this pretty. She thinks a bit hysterically.

“Large hot chocolate and a caramel latte with whipped cream.”

There’s a gasp behind him and the woman, Izzy—wife? girlfriend? the thought is a little depressing—makes a triumphant noise, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. Her expression is one of abject delight as she claps her hands together in front of her. Full red lips curl up mischievously. “I knew it! Jace owes me 20 bucks.”

Sam isn’t sure what expression her face is making as she looks between them, but the man huffs out a laugh as he hands his card over to pay for their drinks. “You’re both children,” he replies absently, gaze lighting up when he catches sight of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls in the pastry case. “Oh, can I get one of those as well?”

“Oh my god, Alec….are you…are you ordering sweets? What has Magnus done to you?” The woman places the back of her hand to her forehead in a theatrical display, pretty, dark eyes glittering wickedly and Sam can’t suppress her giggle this time. She thinks they must be siblings, or maybe childhood friends. The teasing between them is saturated with that exasperated affection that only people who have grown up together can achieve.

Feeling bold, Sam gives Alec a coy smile as she plates the cinnamon bun and passes it across the counter. “On the house handsome.” A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?

She certainly isn’t expecting his owlish blink, his expression bewildered as he accepts the plate hesitantly.

“Oh…uh, I uh…thanks.”

Across the room, Izzy chokes on a laugh and Sam nearly dies. How can someone so tall and intimidating and gorgeous look so adorably confused? Has nobody ever flirted with this man? Do people not have eyes?

Taking pity on him, Sam schools her smile into something more professional. “Let me just get those drinks started. I’ll bring them over to you.”

He nods at her, still looking a little bemused, before ambling over to the table to drop into the chair across from his presumed sister, who’s still grinning a little bit wolfishly. She’s clearly amused by his flustered state.

“You’re sharing that, Hermano.”

“Not a chance, you heathen, get your own.”

Sam can’t help chuckling quietly when Alec pulls the plate closer to himself, batting his sister’s hand—thank you 9th grade Spanish—away when she reaches for it. He eventually relents, after nearly a full minute of pouting on Izzy’s part, and tears the roll in half. He pushes the plate towards her grabby hands with a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, one corner of his mouth curling up in amusement.

Quickly finishing up their drink orders, Sam delivers them to their table with a flourish and winks at Izzy this time.

“Caramel latte for you and hot chocolate for the beautiful lady.” She grins when Izzy ends up looking just as flustered as her brother.

Sam retreats back behind her counter and pretends to look busy, surreptitiously glancing over to watch their lighthearted banter until the rain starts to lessen and they eventually take their leave. When she closes up shop later that night—depositing the leftover cinnamon buns with a very grateful Mrs. Danolly on her way—she still carries some of that warmth and affection home with her.

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#shadowhunters fanfiction #shadowhunters tv #isabelle lightwood #alec lightwood #outsider pov fanfiction #shadowhunters

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icarusthelunarguard · 11 months

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

This week we’re doing math and a lot of random-number generating because this week’s theme, as requested is…. Kinks! So whip out your Periodic Table of Kinks and let’s get to it… ya buncha FREAKS!

Aries

Your number is 18, giving you the kink of “PVC & Rubber”. On the plus side some PVC & Rubber clothing have natural body compression due to the size. On the DOWN side, we’re already getting into summer heat. You don’t want to be marinating in your own sweaty juices, do you? This week buy a wetsuit - it’ll give you the same feel and far fewer public complaints.

Taurus

RNGesus has graced you with number 146. This puts us into the Paraphilias collection - specifically at the Triple-Question-Mark section of it. Time to learn a new word, “Spectrophilia”. Yes, you get turned on by The Undead… kinda like Ray did in Ghostbusters. This week plan on taking your Ghoul-Friend out to meet your Great-Great Grandparents.

Gemini

With a roll of 40, we get nothing but Good Clean Fun. Your kink is, “Douching”. And you’ve been ready for this day since you put TWO Polo shirts on before the high school homeroom bell. This week, stop being a douche-bag and grow up!

Cancer Moon-Child

They say the number 13 is unlucky, but it isn't for you. This week your kink is something that’ll help you have sex with someone that tolerates being around you. Your kink is… “Masturbation”. This week… call your therapist and set up another appointment - they miss you.

Leo

How interesting for you! Your number 36 gives us “Queening”. Honestly Leo, we never picked you as a chess player. Good on you for breaking our built-in stereotyping of you. This week buy a new chess set… a bugger one. I meant a “BIGGER” one! And keep better track of the bishop pieces.

Virgo

For your roll of 85, we get to the Japanese art of rope-tying called “Kinbaku”. The fun part is it can be used in many public ways - like suspending stuffed animals from the ceiling, or for wrapping gifts in ribbons. This week practice how to tie a cleat hitch properly - you don’t want your boat floating away again this season.

Libra

Speaking of which, Libra? You get this very first one, and maybe the tamest. It’s listed as just the simple, single word, “Bondage”, and it leaves a lot of open-ended questions on how you enjoy it. Are you the type that plays with a rubber band, wrapping it around your fingers over and over again? Or maybe you just like wearing string bikinis just so you can keep re-tying the top? This week buy a set of Medical Shears for Twenty Bucks.

Scorpio

Back into the Triple Digits, you get number 109! Truth be told, we never picked you as the equestrian type, but here we are! Encouraging you to go horse riding, as has been done for centuries. You get “Bareback” and honestly we’re going to LOVE to watch you try to stay on without screaming. This week get your mare to a frothing gallop so you can enjoy the wind in your hair and the bugs in your teeth.

Sagittarius

The last Triple-Digit calling, we bring you to number 113. This would also take us to the Old West and the company of The Lone Ranger… if we didn’t read the term carefully - “Gerontophilia”. So apparently you’ve got a thing for that 97 year old hottie widow over in room 54, do you? Plan on bringing some flowers and bribe the on-watch care to give you a few minutes alone with her.

Capricorn

Who’s been a Naughty Sea-Goat? With a roll of 64, it’s all you. “Spanking” is too good for you… or maybe it’s just right? We’re not gunna stick around to find out. This week get out your old Erector Set and build your own spanking machine. You’re smart, you know how to solder electrical connections. You can do this.

Aquarius

Rolling out number 92 gives us… “Oc…. Ocu…. Oc..u..lo..linc…tus”? What? What the hell is that? Wait a minute, let me look thi… Oh, HAIL NAW! No! NONONONO! We are NOT talking about that! That is nasty! Look, just… You want to give each other corneal ulcers you go RIGHT ahead! We’re not going to even make… You know what? Ok. Here’s what you do this week: Check your medical insurance for Vision Assistance, ‘cause you’re gunna need it!

Pisces

We’ll tell you what your 83 gets you, but we’re pretty sure you’re not up for it. You get “Forced Orgasm”, but there’s no telling if it’s from the Receiving or Given side of the spectrum. Either way, plan ahead for LOTS of hydration. This week… fill up some pitchers with water.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

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alkaysani-archived · 3 years

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a little game, a little fun

by: letswritethis (alkaysani)

for the enablers at the weewoofam discord

the one where judd and buck are playing video games and judd discovers something about buck and decides to do something about it. and of course, grace wants to join in the fun

(read on ao3)

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“Why are you grinning like a loon?”

Judd looks over to find Grace raising an eyebrow at him, and he motions for her to join him on the couch, lifting the headset and putting the volume up. “Say hello, dumbass.”

“Hey Grace!”

Grace blinks, grabbing the half empty bag of pork rinds from the table and pressing close. “Is that Buck?” she asks, and Judd grins, before putting a hand over the mic. “Just listen,” he says, before turning back on the television. “Alright Buck, let’s move out!” “Cool, cool. I got this—oh fuck.” Grace watches as Judd grins, all teeth, eyes shining mischievously. “Oh come on Buck. I’ve taught you how to do this. You can do better for me now,” he says, voice low.

And Buck makes a noise between a choke and a scream, and Grace’s eyes widen.

“Did he just—” Grace whispers, and Judd nods his head.

“Choke on his own tongue?” he hums, putting a hand on the mic again. “Oh yeah.”

Interesting.

So Grace crosses her legs, and puts another rind in her mouth and listens. And because Judd is Judd, when he sinks his teeth into something that amuses him, he will rattle it until he’s satisfied.

“Firehose, you’re better at handling your gear, I know it.”

“That’s it, just take it slow—oh, you went off too fast. That’s all good, you’re still learning.”

Even Grace has to smile at that, especially since Buck’s continuously just making whimpering and choking noises that he probably thinks is being drowned by the gunfire of the game. When in reality he’s putting on quite an amusing show.

“Tell him he needs a bigger gun,” Grace says at one point, because honestly, it’s a mismatch. “Can’t be part of your squad if he’s not packing the right piece,” she says, leaning over to speak directly into the mic and Judd has to a muffle his laughter by kissing her temple.

“Is that Grace?” Buck asks, voice soft, and way too bothered. She almost feels bad.

Almost.

“Why it is, Buck. Now, are you going to take my advise?” she asks, and there’s a deep breath, and an audible gulp.

“Yes Miss Grace,” he replies, soft, but loud and clear for the both of them.

“There’s a good boy.”

Again, it’s the same choking noise, but this time it’s followed by a crash, and Judd immediately puts himself on mute.

“I think we broke him,” he says, not looking the least bit sorry.

The poor boy.

There’s the obvious sounds Buck scrambling to straighten himself, and at one point Judd has to move the mic away from his ear as static cuts through.

“Buck? You good? Why are you all red? Why are you on the floor?”

Judd lets out an unabashed laugh.

“Oh hey, Hollywood!” Judd yells into the mic, winking at Grace as he does. “I was just teaching your boy here new tricks!” he says, and Buck squawks, and there’s an obvious pause.

“Tr—What kind of tricks, Judd?”

Grace bites her lip, trying not to laugh. That is not a happy sounding man.

“Oh you know. He’s all knew to my squad and baby boy here needed to learn how to ride with the big boys. So me and the wife are just teaching him how to handle the big guns and all,” Judd continues, and Grace leans in then, grabbing the mic.

“And he did so well, didn’t you Buck?” she says, and Eddie lets out a soft noise then, especially since Buck’s just breathing into the mic. Then, there’s even more shuffling.

“I think Buck needs some downtime,” Eddie says, and he sounds closer, and a little hard around the edges.

“C’mon Eddie—I’m good—”

“You are, aren’t you? So hush,” Eddie says, and they hear a soft sigh, and Buck humming.

“Okay Eddie.”

And that’s when Judd smiles, and Grace nods at him. Time to let these guys off the hook.

“Don’t be too angry, Hollywood. We were just getting him all worked up for you,” he says before gently taking off the headset now and giving it to Grace, so she can speak directly to the mic.

“Now say thank you, Eddie,” she says firmly, and there’s another shuffle.

“Thank you Grace,” Eddie says, almost like he can’t believe he’s there, but he’s no longer angry. Then there’s a soft sigh, so she waits another beat.

“Thank you, Miss Grace,” she barely hears afterwards, Buck sound breathless, muffled. She can only guess that he’s practically melted against Eddie.

Judd grins then, wrapping his arms around Grace now. They’ve long lost the game, but her husband doesn’t care.

“Didn’t I tell you gaming was fun, baby?”

“You did, husband,” she says, sliding onto his lap and kissing him softly, falling into it. Then they hear someone clearing their throat.

“Uh, you know we can still hear you right?”

Grace pulls back with an eyeroll, and grabs the mic. “Then start taking notes,” she says, and Buck lets out a soft squeak, then, voice down to a whisper.

“Okay, Miss Grace.”

Judd’s leaning and peppering kisses on her shoulder now, as she brings the mic to her lips one last time.

“There’s a good boy.”

#911fox fic #nsft #alblog #usersiren #lesbiandiaz #sainteddie #and yes this is my first fic and fandom #and yes buck calls grace miss grace #L writes things

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Dark Reflection | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is a request from a very sweet anon! The prompt was kinda similar to another fic of mine called Panic, but I wanted to write it anyway! This is the inverse of that fic :)

Also, yes, I have indeed hurt myself in the way described in this fic and it was embarrassing.

Send me your comments, requests, and/ or submissions! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @psychoticmason @glxwingrxse @dreamerglassesgirl @lonewolf471 @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @the-gods-gloted-but-they-burned @jamesbarnesjr @lipstickandbarbedwxre @goldylions 💘

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, minor reader injury, panic attack

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Sharp, shallow breaths pulled Bucky from his nightmare, but the imagery didn’t dissipate. Even though he was finally awake, he could still see the horrors his mind had concocted:

You. Your mangled body lying in a pile on the floor. A ring of dark, indigo bruises tainting the skin of your throat. Blood dripping from your mouth. Nails broken and bloody from clawing at the vibranium that crushed your windpipe. His gaze traveling from your still form crumpled at his feet to his reflection in the mirror. The long hair. The black mask. The silver arm. The deep, unsettling darkness in his blue eyes. A slight stirring in his peripheral as you twitched with the small flicker of life left within you. Your piercing screams as his vibranium hand struck the final blow.

Waves of nausea crashed over him at the thought of hurting you. Cold sweat trailed from his brow and down his cheek, mixing with the few hot tears that escaped his lash line. Instinctively, he reached for your warm embrace- but found nothing. The sheets on your side of the bed were completely cold. In a panic, he flicked on his bedside lamp and confirmed that you were missing.

A few drops of crimson decorated your pillow and caught his eye. “It really happened…” he thought as bile rose in his throat, “I really did that to her”. He turned slowly toward the full-length mirror across the room and a shiver ran down his spine. He prayed to any god that would listen and begged that he wouldn’t see your broken body lying in a heap on the floor. When his eyes finally made their way to the mirror, he didn’t find you. No blood spattered his face or hands. He did a double take to ensure the black mask no longer adorned his face, and then sprang from the bed in search of his best girl.

The apartment was dark. “Baby?” he called, but received no answer. He called out to you again, more desperate this time. He didn’t find you in the kitchen or living room, and his head began to spin. His heart shredded just a bit more with each frantic beat. A deep ache took root in his chest as he sprinted across the apartment and turned the final corner. By the grace of some entity, he found the bathroom door ajar, light spilling into the hallway. “Baby?” he murmured as he pushed the door open further.

He met your eyes in the mirror but became quickly distracted by the blood-stained gauze that rested on the bathroom counter. A new bandage sat just above your right brow bone, and tiny specs of blood decorated your cheek. He rushed to your side with concern creasing his brow and turning his stomach once again. “What hap- I did that?” he breathed, “Are you okay?” His normally confident movements were shaky and unstable as he reached for your face. Nausea ripped threw him again, forcing him to lean his hulking body against the counter. He couldn’t stomach the reality that he’d actually hurt you, even if it wasn’t as bad as he’d dreamt.

His chest began rising and falling at an alarming rate as the panic attack he’d been trying to keep at bay took over. “Hey, Buck-hey”, you cooed, “everything’s okay. You’re okay”. But he just shook his head- he didn’t care about himself. It took a long moment for him to form the words, until finally a choked “I did that to you” fell from his lips. Even as he spiraled into an increasingly intense panic attack, all he could think about was you. “Are you…are you okay?” he asked through gritted teeth.

You quickly guided him to the floor and sat in front of him, taking his face in your hands. He resisted help at first, still too horrified to care about regulating his breathing. “Bucky, baby, I need you to do this”, you commanded, “Please. Focus for me, okay?” He finally began breathing on your command and allowing his heartrate to fall- but anxiety still gripped his heart. “I’m okay,” you finally told him, “I’m completely fine. You didn’t hurt me”.

That struck him by surprise. The only feasible option he’d seen was that he hurt you like the monster he really was. “You know I’m uncoordinated, Buck”, you said lightly, “I woke up and tried to reposition myself, but I hit my head on the headboard cause I’m an idiot. It started bleeding and I ran in here.” The nausea subsided somewhat, but the violent imagery persisted. A dark, vacant look appeared in his eyes as he thought back on the sight of you lying dead at the feet of the Winter Soldier.

“Hey, where did you go just now?” you asked as you saw him retreat into his mind. He shook his head and wiped at his eyes with tightly balled fists, “I can’t tell you”. Gently, you took his hands in yours and held them against your chest. He’d promised months ago to be fully transparent with you about his struggles, and knew he was breaking that promise as he sat before you.

“I had a nightmare…” he muttered, “I had a nightmare that I- he killed you. You were on the ground in from of me- him, and you were barely alive…and then-” With a shake of his head, he stopped talking. A few more tears rolled down his cheeks, but he chose to gently wipe yours away instead of his own. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until his thumb swept the tears from your cheek. “I woke up, and you weren’t there…and then I saw the blood on your pillow, and-” Your fingers found his lips, gently hushing him.

“Buck, the soldier is gone. You’re not ever going to hurt me…” you murmured, “I know you still feel like you can’t trust yourself, but I trust you. I know you. You have some really dark nightmares, and they make you doubt who you are, but those dreams are just shaped by the shit from your past. They don’t have anything to do your future-our future.” He stared up at you as the darkness slowly dissipated. He knew you loved him, but sometimes hearing that you trusted him meant more.

“Does it hurt?” he finally asked as he brought a hand up to your face. You leaned into his touch before turning your head to kiss his palm. “Eh, kinda. It’s more embarrassing than painful,” you chuckled, “I’m okay, I promise”. He finally flashed you the smile you loved so much, and you asked him to go back to bed with you. Upon entering the bedroom, you remembered your bloody pillowcase and sighed. “I got it, you go get in bed”, Bucky said, practically reading your mind. He headed for the linen closet as you climbed into bed and shimmied the bloody fabric from your pillow.

Bucky returned with a fresh pillowcase in hand and took your dirty one from you, placing it in the laundry hamper before joining you in bed. “If something like that happens again, would you wake me?” he asked as he pulled you against his chest, careful not to touch your wound. You swore across your heart, but he wouldn’t let you hope to die. His arms wrapped rightly around you and held you to his chest as an overwhelming feeling of relief rushed through him. He flicked off the light and let darkness envelope the two of you like a hug.

“Goodnight, baby” he whispered into the dark, “I love you”.

“Goodnight, Buck. I love you”.

A few quiet moments passed before he spoke again, “no more injuries for the rest of the night. That’s an order”. You giggled a little against his chest and pressed your lips to his scarred skin.

“Yes sir, Sargent Barnes”.

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call-me-doll-face · 3 years

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A Close Shave

Based on this request: “Reader comes to Bucky when he is shaving (Shave kink). Spectacle is beautiful (man with foam on his face and with a blade on his hands in really hot), and reader enjoys it. Bucky can call her or she asks him to continue shaving his face. I don’t mind if she finishes during this :D And he will cherish about how sensitive his girlfriend is.”

A/N: This is my first request and story doesn't follow it to a T, however I hope absolute FILTH lives up to your expectations @cherry-season :)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, Unprotected sex, Established relationship, Cum eating, Oral, Cock warming, If I missed any please let me know!

“You know, for a man that is soooo good with a knife you sure do SUCK at shaving sweets.” The playful taunt has the intended effect; Beautifully carved jaw that my tongue has swept over countless times clenching as those gorgeous blues turn on me.

I’d been leaning against the bathroom door, clad in only his Henley and nothing else, watching his struggle for a good five minutes before finally taking pity on the man. God, I couldn’t help but hold out though, for the man was a sight.

Fresh out of the shower his shaggy dark hair hangs loosely as drops of water fall on to his shoulders and run down his bare chest. I watch hungrily as one catches on his erect nipple, before resuming its path down and disappearing into his dark happy trail..... I swear I could eat this man alive.

The white towel he’d used to “dry off” is slung low on his hips carelessly, ready to fall at any moment.

“Well then Doll, why don’t you make yourself useful instead of standing there eye fucking me.” He taunts back in that gruff voice that never fails to make my knees weak.

Humming softly I slowly walk to him, his eyes raking up and down my body as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Reaching him I smirk as my hand comes up to wipe away the small line of blood sliding down his dimpled chin.

“Fine, but-” Leaning forward I flick my tongue slowly up the dimple in his chin before closing my lips around it and he moans out my name, warm breath fanning over my face from his parted lips. “only if you are a good boy.”

He lets out a soft ‘yes ma’am’ and I nod in acceptance, leaving the room and coming back seconds later with a chair from the dining room. Setting it down, he instantly sits without having to be told and waits patiently while I get out the shaving cream, wet towel, and new razor. Lining all the items on the bathroom counter I grab the shaving cream and shake it as I turn to my man.

“Why are you shaving anyway sweets?” Pouring some of the cream into my hands I step between his spread thighs and carefully start spreading it over his jaw, cheeks, and chin.

His dark lashes flutter closed at my gentle touch as his big hands come up grip my bare thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles into the muscles. “Our anniversary is coming up, wanted to look good for my best girl.”

A soft smile graces my lips as my heart jumps at his words. Little does he know he always looks good for me. Bucky Barnes could be dressed in rags and dirty from head to toe and still would somehow manage to be the most handsome man alive. Even after a year of loving him the man is still oblivious to the fact that I worship the ground he walks on.

“Buck.... You always take my breath away, just like the first time.” His blue eyes open back up and flick to mine, expressing the love he feels without speaking it. He doesn’t have to, I know it’s there... He is a man of few words but he makes his feelings known with how well he takes care of me. Now.... It’s my turn to take care of him.

Leaning in and being mindful not to get any of the cream on me I brush my lips softly over his as I reach down and gently pull his towel away. To my pleasure his cock is already thick and hard for me, standing at attention and just waiting for me to sink down on it.

Keeping my lips close enough to brush against his I take in how his eyebrows scrunch together and hooded eyes search my face, waiting to see what I do next. His hands haven’t moved from my thighs as he allows me to take the lead of the situation, something I always take advantage of when the opportunity presents itself.

A shaky breath escapes him and his cock jumps in excitement when I adjust myself to straddle him, hovering just over where he needs me the most. “Doll...” He chokes out, hips jerking, when I reach down to grib him and rub his tip through my wet folds.

“Good boy... You’ve been suck a good boy for me Buck. I’m gonna take care of you baby.” My lips press to his forehead, his eyes focused downwards, watching our bodies as I slowly lower myself onto him.

No matter how many times we have sex my breath is always taken from me with every inch that slides through my silk walls. Little by little I take him in and I can feel everything.... Every vein, every ridge, and it’s intoxicating.

“Fuuuuck.” The word is drawn out and desperate sounding, his muscles straining when I’m finally seated fully on him. The course hairs tickle my skin where my ass meets his thighs and I bite my lip at the feeling.

Bucky is ready to fall apart under me. I smirk down at him as his face scrunches in concentration. Running his hands up the back of my thighs they settle on my waist and he grunts needily, fingers digging into the skin there. “Doll, please.”

Ignoring him I turn slightly and grab the razor from the counter. “Hold still.” Scowling at my firm words he obeys me and with a peck on the nose I get to work.

I take my time, reveling in the fact that every second prolongs the torment he is going through, being able to feel my arousal drip down his length and balls but not being allowed to do anything about it. Right now he is like putty in my hand, I can mold him however I want.

The razor runs smoothly over his face, following the dips and curves and leaving behind soft smooth skin. Finally when I’m finished I dap the wet towel over him to remove any remaining shaving cream. Finally his handsome face is revealed to me.

The second I toss the dirty towel into the sink Bucky loses his patience and with a muttered ‘finally’ under his breath he lifts my ass effortlessly before dropping me back down onto his awaiting cock. I gasp at the sudden movement, not being fully prepared for it, but bucky doesn’t give me any time to recover.

“Fucking little tease. Made me sit there for so long, just sitting on my cock. You like warming my cock? hmmm?” When I open my mouth to answer him he just sneers before reaching up with one hand to fist my hair and jerks my head back to expose my neck to him.

All I can do is grip his arms as he drills his hips up into me as his mouth launches a vicious assault on my neck. I know I’ll be marked up tomorrow, I know I should care more about how I present myself in public, But I can’t find it in me to care when his cock is hitting that perfect spot in me.

I cry out his name as in second he’s shed the Henley and is standing with me propped up on the counter, his hands holding my hips off the edge. “God, look at those perfect tits bounce. That feel good? huh? Fucking brat.” His voice is almost unrecognizable as he reaches up and smacks a hand down onto my left breast, leaving the skin an angry red.

“F-fuck Bucky! So good, so fucking good!” Leaning my head back I close my eyes as tears build in them from the intense pleasure claiming my body. My chest heaves as I struggle to get in enough oxygen, his cock stealing it from me with every brutal thrust against that spot.

“No, uh uh, look at me.” He snarls, hand reaching up to grab my cheeks harshly as he forces me to look up at him. God, he’s gone.... eyes almost black from arousal and teeth bared at me. His abs flex with every push and pull and he grunts and groans like an animal.

Sex with Bucky has always been good, wild, but never has it been like this. Bucky is almost animalistic... feral with his actions, mind gone with the pleasure. It both excites me and scares me.

Biting my lip harshly I whimper as I feel the coil in my belly tighten, however as soon as he knows I’m right on the precipice, he chuckles darkly and pulls out leaving me to cry out at the immense feeling of loss he’d just subjected me to.

All I can do is watch as he reaches down and starts stroking his dick with quick short strokes. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good. Gonna come all over those pretty tits. Those are my fucking tits, my fucking body, my fucking girl.” Shivers run through my body at his words and with a loud snarl I feel his warm seed shoot onto my stomach and chest, marking me as his body jerks and shakes with the force of his orgasm.

To be honest I thought that would be it, I thought he’d leave me there needy as punishment for my brattiness. I probably deserved it for making him endure me sitting on him so long and giving him nothing.... but no. Oh no, bucky does something I never in a million years expected of him. Something no one else has ever done....

Groaning and muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t hear he leans down and licks a strip up my stomach, collecting his own cum on his tongue and cleaning it completely off me. Holding it in his mouth he leans down, grabbing my legs behind my knees and jerking my body up for easier access, he makes eye contact with me and holds it as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

My body jerks and I scream out as he swirls my clit and his cum around, opening his mouth and using his tongue to spread the cum around my swollen pussy. It’s the most obscene and filthy thing I’ve ever experienced, and has pushed me even closer to the edge with how hot it is.

“Yesyesyesyes, just like that. You eat my pussy so good baby, just like that, fuck!” Two thick fingers enter me and instantly find the spot that he knows makes me writhe under him. My fingers tangle in this thick hair and pull, earning a loud grunt from him and his free hand to smack against my thigh.

My back arches with every curl of his fingers and scrape of his teeth over the sensitive nerves. The pleasure builds and builds and builds, to a point that the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Buck...Bucky fuck...I-I can’t!” I cry out but he narrows his eyes in warning and doubles his efforts.

Humming against my clit as he sucks it harshly and adding a third finger, he finally throws me over the edge. It’s not a gentle fall into the pleasure, it’s abrupt and hits me like a train. My muscles lock up, vision going white, as my mouth opens in a scream that I can’t even hear. I can feel my juices Squirt from my body, covering his face and chest as my fingers pull his hair so tightly I know it’s painful.

Bucky just continues to lick and suck, lapping up my nectar and slowly working my body back down as he whispers works of approval.

“That’s it baby girl.... there you go. Who knew my best girl could squirt huh? Such a good girl. Come back to me now baby.” He coos softly, covering my trembling thighs in loving kisses and his eyes search my face.

“Buck...” The word is a tired plea, not having the energy to voice what I wanted. Bucky had thoroughly wrecked me, leaving me pliant and unwilling to move. Thankfully my doting boyfriend knew exactly what I needed, and with a little smile he stands to his feet.

“How about I light some candles and run a bubble bath then we can lay in bed all day doll?”

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mavsstar · 2 years

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Unmatched Pitch (2)- Bucky Barnes

part 1 part 3

summary: Moxie was the name of your band, became one of the biggest all girl bands. Distortion was the name of Bucky's band. When your boss brings you to meet them, Bucky leaves a sour impression on you. What's going to happen when you have to work together?

pairings: 90s!Rockstar!Bucky x 90s!Rockstar!reader

warnings: cursing

w.c: 1.6k

a/n: next chapter will be longer! feedback is appreciated. i love you all :D

You had already arrived at your studio 15 minutes ago with Wanda to set everything up. You were already tired and you haven’t even started. You didn’t want to put up with Bucky’s antics today.

“You think you can get along with the group?” Wanda asks as she plugs in her amplifier.

“Everyone except Nipples,” You rolled your eyes at his mention. “Can’t believe he called us groupies.”

“Well who can resist you,” Wanda shrugs, “looks like he can’t.”

“What makes you say that?” You scoff, passing her her guitar to plug in.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t miss the way he kept looking at you,” Wanda turns around and raises her eyebrows. “He wanted to eat you up, if you get what I mean.”

You lightly smack her arm causing a wave of giggles. “Get your head out of the gutter Wanda!” A knock interrupts you both and your assistant walks in, “They’re here.”

“Let them in,” Wanda said, finishing up her setup. The door opens and there’s only 3 people. You recognized 2 of them, Steve, their bassist as well as their lead vocalist. And Pietro, Wanda’s brother who played lead guitar.

“This is Sam, he plays the guitar and does vocals.” Sam waves at you, sending you a genuine smile.

“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m y/n and this is Wanda.” Wanda sends a flirty wave to Sam, giving him a sly wink.

“Barnes couldn't make it?” You ask looking at the whole group.

“He got uhh..busy” Steve snaps his fingers, “yeah busy.”

“Aww and I was really dying to see him,” You fake pout before letting out a breathy laugh. “Well this album isn’t going to start by itself.”

“We’re starting without him?” Sam questions giving you a concerned face.

Nodding your head yes, “Unless you want to wait up for him?”

An hour passes and still no sign of Bucky, you were in the middle of pitching an idea when your assistant came back in. “James Barnes is he-”

“It’s Bucky” Bucky cuts him off by barging in the room with his arms spread out wide wearing a prideful smirk. The whole room glares at Bucky, unamused. “What?”

A fake smile paints your face as you jump up from your chair and mockingly cheer, “We’re oh so happy you were able to finally grace us with your presence.”

Bucky drops his arms to the side and lets out a snort. “Aw come on Spike, I was just a little bit late.”

“A little?” Steve scoffs, “Buck we started an hour ago.”

“Ok so I was an hour late, so what? Who cares?”

“We do!” The whole room yells.

“The car left without me!” Bucky protests looking at your assistant.

“I was given orders to pick you up at exactly 4, not 4:01” Your assistant sneers, he clearly didn’t like him already. He gives Bucky a condescending smile, “Bye Nipples.”

“Haha very funny,” Bucky mocks, giving your assistant the finger when he was on his way out.

“Hey I’m with him, you goon!” A feminine yell was heard from outside the door. Then a box dye blonde woman barges in the room. “Hey baby,” she sauntered over to Bucky, throwing her arms around his neck.

Wanda looks at you with a confused face and mouths, “Who’s that?” You shrug in response. Moments later security walks in and starts striding toward the woman.

“Woah woah, she’s with me,” Bucky pulls the girl closer.

“She wasn’t authorized to come in.” One of the security guards answered.

“Authorized? It's a studio-”

“Private studio,” you correct, crossing your arms. “I don’t allow other people unless I tell security in advance, sorry.”

“You’re doing this because you don’t like me,” Bucky accuses, squinting his eyes at you.

“That not true Nipples,” A giggle escapes your lips at the mention of his nickname. “I have unfinished projects from artists that we can't risk getting leaked.” You tried to insinuate to him that no one can find out about the album.

Steve caught on to what you were saying, “Yeah Buck, we can’t let that happen.”

“She’s more than welcome to come any other time but not this time,” Wanda adds.

Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes. “She’s not going to say a word, are you baby?” The woman shakes her head no.

You turn to look at Steve who is shaking his head no. You were weighing out the pros and the cons of the situation. There were more cons than pros. There were no pros.

As you were about to give an answer your phone rang. You excused yourself from the room and went to pick it up.

“Mr. Leroy?” You answered, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

“You’re not busy right now are you?” He nervously asks. Hushed voices are heard from the phone. All you could make out is, ‘what if they can’t get along’ and ‘they’ll burn the place down’.

“No, why? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah I just need you and Wanda to come to my office, we have some things to talk about.”

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”You hang up the phone and mentally prepare yourself for whatever Mr.Leroy has in store for you. You open the door and walk over to Wanda, whispering in her ear about the meeting.

Wanda gives an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, an emergency popped up and we have to leave early.”

“I just got here!” Bucky objected, “We didn't even get to talk about the alb-”

“Then you should’ve been there when my assistant came to pick you up, you snooze you lose princess.” You retorted, picking up your purse. Before you closed the door, you turned around to face Steve. “The three of you are more than welcome to use the studio.”

After the meeting you had with Mr. Leroy you didn’t bother to go back to the studio. You were beyond pissed and left his office storming out. Good thing he was understanding.

You woke up still in a grumpy mood from yesterday. Deciding to take the day off, you drag yourself to the kitchen to find whatever junk the pantry has. Wanda had already woken up and was in the kitchen making coffee.

“Morning sunshine,” Wanda greets.

“Morning Red,” You greet back with a yawn.

Wanda places your cup of morning tea in front of you, “Still mad from yesterday?”

“Not as much, just bothered. Not sure if I can do it.”

“I get you,” Wanda pats your back. “Not sure if I can either.” The both of you walk to the living room, you grab the remote from the coffee table and turn it on.

“Welcome back everyone, I’m Tina Warner from Wake Up America and you’ll never believe what’s going on with the rock & roll band, Moxie.”

The sentence was enough to wake you up, as well as Wanda, the both of you sitting up instead of laying down. “Turn it up,” Wanda demands, pointing her finger at the remote.

“After the big dispute that went down between y/n and Sharon Carter, former drummer of the band, was kicked off for unknown reasons a couple weeks ago. Things quickly got heated between them and it ended up with Sharon going to court. Ever since the band has yet to announce any new projects until now,”

“Until now?! Wanda if she talks about the-”

“We were informed late last night, Distortion and Moxie are currently in the works of releasing a new album. We have yet to know when it will be released-”

You turned off the t.v in rage, throwing the remote across the room. “Goddammit James!” You screech, walking out the living room and into the closet.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Wanda gets up and follows quickly behind you.

“I’m going to,” You grunt, putting on your left shoe, “to kick his ass!”

“Now wait,” Wanda blocks the door, “take a deep breath. Maybe it won’t be so bad.”

“Wanda, get out of my way,” You growled, removing her hands from the door. You grab your keys and slam the door on your way out. What you didn’t expect was for paparazzi to be bombarding you the minute you closed the door. You shielded your eyes and shoved the photographers out of the way.

“Y/N is it true you're coming together for an album with Distortion?” You ignored the question and kept shoving past them. But the reporter was persistent and even went as far as to keep you from opening your car door.

“Please move out of my way.”

“Not until you answer the question,” The reporter replies, holding the microphone closer to you.

“Move.”

“The people are dying to know y/n, are you putting out a new album?”

You roll your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No, the rumours are false. I don’t collaborate with other bands, never have, never will. Any bullshit you hear about Moxie that didn’t come out of my mouth or my record labels is false. Now move.” The photographer moved out of the way and you jumped in.

You sped off, surely going to get a ticket but you were determined to beat Bucky’s ass. More to figure out a way to get the media off your back again. But most importantly to find a way to call it quits on the project.

You barely put the car in park when you arrived at their house, the sound of your car tiring screeching caught Steve’s attention. He got closer to his window and peeked through the blinds. His brows furrowed as he watched you run to the door with your fists balled up to the side. Then he heard a soft knock.

It's not like you were going to knock their door down.

Steve runs to the door and opens it. “Morning y/n.”

“Morning Rogers,” You give him a tight lipped smile but quickly drops. “Where’s James?”

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starks-hero · 3 years

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I Missed You

Pairing: Stucky x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi! Could you write something about Stucky coming home after a mission to find their girl crying on the couch, late at night. They are worried, initially, but relax after she shows them a video on her phone of a cute dog or puppy? - anonymous

Summary: After one long and tiresome mission, Steve and Bucky want nothing more than to go home and cuddle up with their girl.

Word Count: 1,424

Warnings: fluff

Steve and Bucky laboured up the stairs towards their apartment, their shoulders brushing. Every single muscle ached and Steve couldn’t bite back a groan each time he was forced to put pressure on his left foot.

They didn't say much, they were too tired for conversation. They just wanted to get home, change out of their gear and then crawl into bed with their girl.

As both men reached their door, Bucky all but collapsed against the wall as Steve fumbled with the key, lazily dragging it across the wood till it slipped snugly into the lock.

Bucky's eyes were closed but a tired smile tugged at his lips at the thought of you waiting for them on the other side of the door. He wanted to hold you so bad. To just gather you up in his arms and fall asleep with your hand gently running through his hair until the latest mission was nothing more than a distant memory.

He titled his head lazily and glanced at Steve. The blonde's expression told him he felt the same way.

As the door opened, both soldiers almost tripped over each other's feet as they hurried inside, Steve softly closing the door behind them. Bucky sighed dramatically as he was surrounded by the comforts of home, earning him a half-hearted glare from Steve.

“Quiet down, Buck. It's late.” He reminded him. “She's probably asleep.”

Bucky nodded, scratching at his beard as he followed Steve into the living room. The television was still playing lowly in the background and the boys glanced at each other questioningly. Soft smiles replaced their confused expressions when their eyes landed on the couch. Amidst the darkened room and the heaps of blankets and pillows, they could barely make out your form.

Bucky wasted no time in stepping towards you with Steve hot on his heel. God how they'd missed you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky hummed gently. “Hope you don't mind that we made it home a little earlier than expected.”

The playfulness in his tone died out immediately as he neared you. The light illuminating from the television proved to be just enough for Bucky to make out your tear-stained cheeks and his heart almost stopped.

“Doll, what happened?” He immediately rushed to your side, hand hovering over your back as he looked you over for any sign of injury. Steve leapt forward at Bucky’s worried tone and joined you both on the couch. You frantically wiped at your eyes, trying to hide your tears as both men seated themselves on either side of you.

“Stevie, Buck-”

“It's alright, Sweetheart. We're here.” Steve comforted gently, arm wrapping around your waist as he carefully guided you into his side. “What's wrong?”

You breathed out a quiet laugh as you wiped away the last of your tears. Both Steve and Bucky were staring at you intently.

“I just missed you both,” you mumbled and you heard the boys breathe a sigh of relief. Bucky moved closer and gingerly kissed your head as Steve held you.

“We missed you too, Baby.” His hand comfortingly ran down your back, his nose grazing your jaw.

Steve placed his own kiss against your cheek and you smiled. You were sandwiched between them both, exactly where you wanted to be.

“You want to tell us what's got you so upset?” Steve urged gently, raising his eyebrows and smiling softly. The same way he always did when either you or Bucky were having a bad day.

You shook your head and waved your hand dismissively. “It's stupid, Steve. Besides, I'm fine now, it doesn't matter.”

“Hey now, don't talk like that. If it's upset you then it's not stupid. Not to us.” Steve's tone was soft and encouraging.

“Steve, I promise, I'm okay.”

Before Steve could pry any further, Bucky cut in, gently nudging you in the side.

“This wouldn't be the reason for those tears, now would it, doll?” He held up your phone for you all to see, the screen still paused on the video you'd been watching before they'd gotten home. Bucky seemed slightly amused but Steve was still staring at the screen in curiosity, confused as to what about such a wholesome video had made you so upset.

You snatched the phone from Bucky's hand and he let you. Any other day he probably would have held said phone just out of your reach, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes or press up against his chest to retrieve it. But he knew better. Now wasn't the time. Not to mention that if he did Steve would probably make him sleep on the couch as punishment.

You held the phone in your hand and refused to meet either of their gazes but Bucky was quick to snap you out of it.

“Y/N, you know you can talk to us. However simple or stupid you may think whatever's upsetting you is, you know we're here to listen.”

“Always.” Steve agreed.

You grumbled before giving in. You knew neither of them were going to leave you alone until they were sure you were okay.

“I've just been feeling down since you guys left for the mission last week.” You confessed and both men glanced at you sympathetically. “I missed you both, tonight especially. So I tried to watch some cute videos to cheer myself up and-” you glared at the adorable shepherd puppies currently gracing the phone screen. “It didn't help.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve started gently once you'd finished. “We told you to call if you needed us. Even just to talk or fall asleep with us on screen.”

“I didn't want to bother you when you were on a mission.” You admitted sheepishly and both men chuckled slightly at your words.

“Mission or not, it doesn't matter. You're our priority. Always.”

Steve released you slightly from his hold so that Bucky could pull you into him. You sighed against his shoulder. The horrid feeling that had settled in your stomach the moment both Steve and Bucky had walked out the door a little over a week ago was already dissipating. This was exactly what you needed. They were exactly what you needed.

“Why don't we take this to the bedroom?” Bucky suggested as he noticed your head contently lulling against his shoulder. He scoffed as both you and Steve turned to him with an expression that asked ‘really?’

“I meant to sleep.” He clarified and Steve couldn't help but chuckle.

“Sure you did, Punk.”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond but you ended the argument before it could start with a quiet, “Sleep sounds like a good idea.” You threw in a yawn for good measure.

Bucky wordlessly nodded to Steve and they smiled. Bucky readjusted his hold on you as he lifted you from the couch and into his arms.

Steve switched off the television and assured the house was locked down for the night as Bucky carried you to the bedroom. He gingerly placed you down before stripping and clambering in next to you, his aching body almost sinking right into the mattress.

A cool mental hand settled on your waist as you rested your head on his chest. Steve wandered into the bedroom a few minutes later, smiling softly at the sight of you and Bucky curled up and already dozing off.

He kicked off his boots and pants and pulled his shirt off over his head. Sliding in behind you, he slid an arm over you, resting it just over Bucky's stomach. You were perfectly encased in-between them both.

“Steve, Bucky?” You mumbled their names quietly just as they were on the brink of sleep.

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” Steve rasped and Bucky hummed against your temple.

“Can we get a dog?”

You could feel the chuckle that shook Bucky's chest at your request and Steve cracked a tired smile, shuffling closer to you.

“Think about it, that way when you two are off saving the world I won't be so lonely here on my own.” You rambled on drowsily.

“She makes a compelling case, Stevie,” Bucky smirked, cracking open an eye to glance over at the blonde. He couldn't keep the amusement from seeping into his tone.

“We'll talk about it in the morning, Baby. Just get some rest for now.” Steve yawned, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to silently put an end to the conversation.

“That's a yes.” Bucky clarified and Steve harmlessly jabbed Bucky in the gut, electing a fond chuckle. You smiled, just glad to have your boys home.

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lilyblyss · 3 years

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So a while ago I was on a call with some friends and they said "Man, I'd really like a fic with Nanami and his mimosa drunk wife wanting to have sex with him" and I said "give me four months" and here we are lol. This really... got away from me and isn't as sweet as I thought it was going to be going in lol

Warning/Tags: 18+, Fem-bodied reader, Dub-con (???); Drunk YN, manhandling, ignoring “no”, fem-bodied reader, no pronouns, a slight corruption kink if I can call it that? Coercion, impact play (two hits), and I think that's all?

Sunday mornings were Nanami’s days off. Sometimes he spends it with his wife; lounging in bed until the late morning, cooking a late breakfast, and simply indulging in each other until the night slips in and lulls you both to sleep. Other times, you go out for breakfast with your friends, leaving him with a hot pot of coffee and a buttered croissant ready to be reheated in the oven. It seems today was one of those Sundays.

He woke up around ten in the morning. He let a small smile grace his face, getting out of bed and throwing on his grey cardigan and dark blue sweatpants. He headed to the kitchen, making his cup of coffee and opening the newspaper that sat nicely on the kitchen island. He moved to the loveseat in the living room, sighing pleasantly as he leaned back, allowing the warmth of the sunlight peeking through the curtains to bathe him. It was a wonderful start to a late morning and the only thing that could make this any better was the hum of his wife, moving around and trying to find something to do.

He didn’t have too much time to miss you though. A little past eleven, rhythmic knocking on the door pulled him away from his flicker with the TV remote. He was a little confused though; you never went anywhere without your house keys, so the thought of you being locked out was almost unfathomable.

When he opened the door you had your face heavily leaned forward as you wrestled with your bag, no doubt trying to get it open. He watched for too long as you patted the pockets of your skirt, probably to see if you had another set of keys with you. He called your name and you looked up at him in shock, almost as if you were surprised your off-work husband would be there to open the door for you. It took longer than necessary for your eyes to recognize him, and a dazed smile grew on your face. He sighed, cursing at the situation.

“Kento!” You slurred, reaching forward to lean against the door. “Hi, hey, you come here often?”

“We live here.” He leaned out the door, eyes scanning the cars to see your friends about to drive off, mouthing apologies. “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

You pouted. “I’m barely even tipsy, lemme in the house.”

He shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist, making you lean your weight against him. He reached down, hand wrapping around the back of your knee to lift it and pulling your shoes off your feet. The weight of his hands against you caused a shiver to run through your body and warmth to spread through your body. It hadn’t been that long since the two of you had been intimate, but the alcohol flowing through your system did nothing but make your thoughts linger on just what Nanami could do to you. You whimpered when the hands on your waist tightened when you swayed.

“What were you even drinking?” Nanami asked, all but carrying you to the couch. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs basically dead weight, not feeling the need to walk if Nanami was going to take care of you.

“Mimosas,” you replied, leaving little kisses on his neck. He sighed, trying to gently lay you on the couch, you refused to release him even when he sternly called you. He unwraps your arms from his neck and you huff when your back hits the plushness of the couch, pawing at his open cardigan. “Kento, kiss me.”

“Sweetie, you’re drunk,” He says, trying to gently pull your hands away from him. You shook your head, refusing to let him go.

“No, I'm not, I'm barely even tipsy! It’s fine, just kiss me!”

He stared at your puppy dog eyes for a moment before kissing your forehead. You whined, pulling him closer to you, arching your back to press your chest against his. Your cry of ‘more, Kento’ sounded needy in your ears, but the way it pressed against the skin of Nanami’s neck was arousing to him. Nanami groaned, placing his hands down and curling his fingers in the cushion. He tried to keep himself up, not wanting to crush you, but you continued to try to pull him to you. You whimpered again, moving one of your calves to hook behind his knee.

“Kento, please, I want you.”

“What, are you really that horny?” His breathing was getting heavy; it was nice to know that your needy actions were getting a rise out of him.

Your usual response would have been something sassy, maybe a little bashful or flirty, something that would put a smirk on Nanami’s face, but you just wanted his hands on you. Your usual coyness was nowhere to be found as you ground against his thigh. “Yes, Kento! I want you to fucking kiss me.”

Despite feeling like kissing you now would be crossing the line, Nanami kissed you. He tried keeping the kiss soft; sweet and wholesome to not encourage anything more than just a kiss, but you didn’t want that. You lightly licked his bottom lip, coaxing his lips open to deepen the kiss. Even though he didn’t want to indulge you, Nanami let you, letting out small groans as your tongue licked against the roof of his mouth, cringing at the taste of sweet citrus masked alcohol. Still, he kept the kiss nice and slow, forcing you to follow him instead of the other way around.

Seeing that your kiss wasn’t doing the trick, you snuck your hand down to the front of his pants, cupping the growing erection, gasping when he caught your wrist with a deep groan.

“Don’t.”

“You wanna touch me too, don’t you?”

He let his head gently drop against yours, “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is. Touch me. Please. I want you so much, Kento.”

He let out a curse, your hand pumping him a few times before one of your fingers circled the head, each time he bucked his hips, you loosened your grip slightly, teasing him. You released him, bringing both your hands to his shoulders and massaging them a bit, running your lips against his strong jawline. He let out a low grunt, shoulder muscles flexing as he tried to resist the urges quickly growing inside him, and you weren’t doing anything to help him.

Arching your back, making sure to press your breasts against his chest, breathing lewdly against his lips, watching as his cheeks began to warm into a flushed red color, you knew you had him.

One of his hands cupped your chin, bringing you into a hot kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist and finally pressing his weight against you. He briefly wondered if he should try and move you to the bedroom, but you quickly made that decision for him by fully wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him flush against you. The fabric of your skirt kept you from rubbing entirely against him, but the friction it caused against your clit was nice. He figured you didn’t mind being fucked against the couch and the way you were moving your hips against him made him not mind either.

He tried to pull your shirt off, but you wouldn’t stop squirming and making it hard for him. He pulled away, licking his lips. You whined at him, once again trying to pull him into you. He placed his thumb against your bottom lip, delighted when you automatically pull it into your mouth and suck. “You’re being so needy, love.” He murmured.

“Because I need you,” you sighed, teeth lightly digging into his finger as you spoke.

“I need to get your clothes off then.” He tried to pull away again, but the thought of him pulling away didn’t sit right with you. You tightened your hold on him, leaning forward and biting his neck harshly. He groaned in slight pain, his hands moving to your waist and forcing you against the couch. The breath was pushed out of your lungs when he grabbed your wrists from around his neck, pinning them to the couch.

You rolled your hips against him, letting out a small moan when he rolled his hips against yours, pressing you more into the couch. You let out a soft sigh, “Kento, please.”

Moving both your wrists to one of his hands, he used the other to push your shirt over your chest, lightly fingering the lace of your bra before pulling it down and letting your breasts spill out. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and nibbling it. You tried to pull your hands from Nanami’s hold, groaning when he bit you, sucking a hickey against the curve of your breast. Your head leaned back, mouth laid open as Nanami humped you slowly, wanting more of him. You plead with him again, one of your feet trying to hook on the side of his sweatpants.

He grabbed your ankle, pushing it away and reaching under your skirt to touch you. “We have to get your clothes off first.”

You pouted, "Then stop getting distracted!"

"I have to make sure you're ready for me." He stated hotly, hand almost aggressive as he grabbed one of your thighs, making a space for him between them. Even though Nanami seems like a paragon of patience, it wasn't amiss for him to lose his temper from time to time, especially when you're being bratty.

His thumb pressed against you, large hand laying against your hip, pulling it back in shock when he pressed directly against your wetness. You whined at the loss, trying to buck your hips against his hand, “You don’t have to! Just put it in!”

Nanami inhaled deeply, eyes dilating as he took you in. “How long have you—where is your underwear?”

“I took them off at the restaurant before we left,” you said hurriedly, bucking your hips angrily because he simply refused to touch you. “I was thinking about you before we left brunch. I wanted you inside me, so I made sure I’d be ready for you, so please.”

Instead of him taking his pants off and fucking you like you hoped he would, he pulled away, pushing your knees against your chest. He fell to his knees in front of you, wasting no time putting his lips against your warmth. Foreplay was always Nanami’s favorite part; he loved watching you become desperate for his touch, wanting you to be able to see you lose yourself in pleasure, and hated the thought of anyone else getting to see you in such a state besides him. But the more he thought about you, desperately thrusting your fingers into yourself at some bathroom, hoping that would make you ready to take him when you returned home, the more he wanted to make you feel good.

There was no way your fingers would reach what his longer ones could, or stretch you as his thicker ones could.

His tongue vigorously pressed against your entrance, wrapping his hands around your thighs when you began to buck against him.

“N-no! Kento, please fuck me!” You gripped his hair hard, pulling it just as you began to shiver as his tongue worked inside you. Whenever Nanami ate you out, he always made sure he was thorough, almost as if he was eating you out for himself instead of for you. Right now was no different. Even as you pushed against him, telling him you were ready for his cock, damn near begging for him to fuck you, all he did in response was wrap his lips around your clit and suck. You thrashed around, trying and failing to push his head away from you, tears sitting against your bottom lashes as he continued to ignore you. His tongue persisted, thrusting in and out of you sensually, and you could feel your orgasm building quickly thanks to the alcohol. You whined deeply, thighs squeezing Nanami’s head as a way to get him to slow down, not wanting to come until he was inside you.

You cried out when his palm harshly landed against your thigh, tensing at the hold he suddenly had on you. He pulled your legs apart, and you tried scooting away from him.

“Behave,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, “you know how I hate to be interrupted while I’m eating.”

You wanted to push against him more, but with his grip, you knew there was little you could do. He refused to stop, continuing to tongue fuck you as if it would be the last time he’d ever get a taste of you. Your hands ran through his hair and this time instead of trying to push him away, you pulled him closer, needing to ground yourself as you blew through your orgasm, not having the sense enough to muffle your moans and screaming into the open air. Your legs locked around his head, holding him in place as you came down from your high, breathing heavily as Nanami groaned against you. He pressed kisses against your lower lips until your legs loosened against him and your hands went slack in his hair. He smirked, leaning back and licking his lips. He delighted in the way you struggled to calm yourself, legs shaking slightly as he forced them open, placing his fingers inside of you.

“Good job,” He hummed.

“Kento,” you moaned weakly, placing a hand on his wrist as his fingers curl inside you. His unoccupied hand moved to his pants, pushing the waistband of his pants down and palming his cock. He let out a deep breath as he jerked himself, moving slowly despite his fingers moving so quickly inside you.

“Don’t rush me.”

You could tell he was starting to get irritated with your behavior, but you couldn’t find the will to care. Nanami was thorough in all that he did and pleasuring you was no exception. And while Nanami would never say it out loud, one of the biggest pleasures he got from sex was setting the tone, slowly building you both up to that wonderful end. Making sure to take the time to explore all your sexual avenues was what Nanami longed for in sex. While you loved his slow approach, his need to make sure you were taken care of in every sense of the word, you needed him now. You didn’t need orgasm after orgasm today, you didn’t need the slow approach. All you needed right now was him inside of you.

“Kento, hurry up!”

The shocked yelp you let out was matched only by the sound of his hand connecting with your thigh again, and this time hard enough to smart.

“I said don’t rush me.”

The gruff developing in his already deep voice made you clench around his fingers. You could feel your heart both flutter and drop. It seems as if you’d pushed him a little too much. The way his fingers stopped inside you, holding your hip firmly with his other hand, making you wait and once again forcing you to play by his rules, was an indicator of that.

“You want me?” He said it like a fact because he already knew the answer. You resisted the urge to throw your head back in desperation.

“You already know,” you gasp out, breath catching in your throat when he curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot roughly as a punishment. “Fuck, Kento.”

“Say it. I want to hear it now so we can continue.”

You glanced at him, eyes pitifully wet with want, breathing heavily through your nose, hoping that your face could motivate him to take you already. It didn’t, all he did was watch you, eyes dilated and his eyebrow raised. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, but he was being difficult just for the sake of being difficult it seemed. Nanami was just as likely to throw a tantrum in his own way as anyone else.

Sighing deeply in faux disappointment, he pressed against your g-spot again, leaning forward and pressing kisses to your lower stomach, taking his sweet time while you squirmed. “I don’t mind making you come again, love. I have all day after all.”

You could still feel the sensations of your last orgasm dancing up your nerves, and knew that with the way his fingers were pressing against you, he’d either send you through another orgasm, or he’d overstimulate you. Knowing Nanami Kento, he was probably aiming for both.

“Please, god, please fuck me, Kento.”

With that, he was satisfied, coming up from his knelt position, making himself comfortable between your legs before slowly pushing himself in. He groaned when you bucked your hips, moaning as you tried to speed up the process. You’d think after coming once and him fucking you open with his fingers, he’d think you were ready to be fucked. But Nanami was nothing if not overly prepared. Instead of grabbing your hips, forcing you still like you’d expect of him, he glared at you, thrusting the rest of himself into you. He only gave you a moment to adjust before he thrust rapidly into you, no longer wasting any time.

Each thrust forced a moan out of you, briefly shocked that Nanami would start with such a rough pace. Then, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face against the skin of his neck, and let out a choked chuckle hidden under the gist of a moan. Knowing that the usually morally upstanding Nanami Kento, who made sure he had your explicit consent before even kissing you, was pushed to the point where he was fucking you within an inch of your life while you were drunk. And your friends had insisted that you couldn’t do it. This was a boost to your ego, and you shivered at the thought.

Nanami, already having a clue to what you were thinking, groaned. “You’re truly unbelievable.”

You giggled again. Despite how it seemed, you knew Nanami doesn’t mind the rough play a little bit. Though sometimes you push your own limits, Nanami enjoys moments like these where he can let loose and just do without having to think too hard about it. Besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy being manhandled and roughed up by Nanami. So the consequences might be a little discomfort between your legs, or maybe a small limp for a day or two, letting Nanami use you to let out the stress he accumulated during the week was worth it.

#nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #nanami supremacy #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent

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child-of-of-the-sunshine · 2 years

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His little Sister

Chapter 1

I was on the phone with Judd

"When you coming back?" He asked

"I don't know thing have been Hectic here in L.A," I said

"Me and Grace miss you," he said

"I know you guys do," I said

Austin Texas

Tk was on Instagram when he found Alex's Instagram, he recognized her from a picture Carlos has in his car so he followed her. Judd had put the phone on speaker and started walking over to Tk

"Judd it's someone that followed me it not a big deal," Alex said

"I know this person," Judd said

"How Judd?" Alex asked

"Tk did you just follow Alex Reyes on Instagram?" Judd asked

"Yeah Carlos has picture of her in his car, I would assume that's his little Sister," Tk said

"Yeah it is," Judd said

"Why are getting defensive?" tk asked

"Because she is like my little sister," Judd said

"Judd hm I have to go, but tk Message me," Alex said before hanging up

"Judd isn't Carlos Job to protect her?" Tk asked

"they haven't really talked in 10 years," Judd said

"Why?" Tk asked

"She was thirteen when he came out," Judd said

LA California

I got off the phone with Judd and walked upstairs to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and leaned against the counter. I felt someone grab me from behind

"I know self defense," I said

"oh I know," Buck said

"Who we're you talking too?" He asked

"Hm a friend from Texas," I said

"Yes friends," he said

Austin Texas

Tk and Carlos we're having dinner at Carlos

"Hm Carlo so I, hm talked to your sister today," Tk said

"How," Carlos asked surprised

"Judd knows her from her working at the 126," Tk said

"Yeah she hm was supposed be on shift that night," Carlos said

"Why wasn't she?" Tk asked

"Hm she did rodeo, she got hurt the weekend before messed up her shoulder again," Carlos said

"Why don't you talk about her?" Tk asked

"Because she hasn't even looked at me in 10 years," Carlos said

"Okay," Tk said

"Sorry, it's just I miss the sibling Bond we had back then," Carlos said

"Did she even tell you, she leaving?" Tk asked

"No, I found out from my parents," Carlos said

"Carlos," Tk said

"Are relationship has been on the rocks since I came out to my parents and her," Carlos said

LA California

I sat looking at my phone in front of me with my brothers contact on the screen, I couldn't do it haven't been able to since I left Texas

"Fuck," I yelled

I got from the couch and walked to my fridge and got a bottle of water and then sat back down on the couch and messaged Judd who called after

"Hey," He said

"Hey," I said

"What's wrong?" He asked

" I want to call him Judd but I can't," I said

After the call with Judd I called Carlos

"Hello," I heard a voice that wasn't my brother's

"hm sorry I must have the wrong number," I said

I hung up before any questions could be asked of me

"Dammit," I yelled

I called Buck

"Hey Babe," He said

"Hey," I said

"Have been crying?" He asked

"Hm yeah, I have had a really bad evening so far," I said

"Hey I can tell Maddie you need me?" He asked

"No," I said

"Alex," he said

"Buck please don't," I said

"No I'm coming over," He said

"Buck no we have a date tomorrow, spend time with Maddie," I said

"No Maddie will Understand," Eddie said

"Buck I am not doing that I'll be fine," I said

"I already messaged Maddie she's if you need me I should be there,"

"Buck," I said

"Now stay on the phone until I get there," he said

"Okay," I said

Austin Texas

Tk set Carlos's phone down on the counter

"Who was that?" Carlos asked

"I don't some California number," Tk said

"You get a name?" Carlos asked

"No," Tk said

"I'm calling the number back," Carlos said

Carlos called the number but no answer

LA California

My phone started to ring when Buck walked into my apartment

"You going to answer that?" Buck asked

"No it's Carlos, and I don't want him hearing me like this," I said

Buck walked over and declined the call and then hugged me

"Whats wrong?" He asked

"I miss Texas," I said

"What do miss about it?" He asked

"My friends, Carlos," I said

"Is this why you've been quite?" He asked reading my face

"Yeah," I said nodding my head

He grabbed my hand and guided me to my room and sat down on my bed and held me close

#9 1 1 on fox #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #owen strand #bobby nash #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader

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katsbaku · 3 years

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tranquility

pairing: bakugou x f!reader

warnings: 18+!, angsty?, unprotected sex, domestic?, size kink (barely), bakugou has silent sweet thoughts, creampie, small aftercare

wc: 1.5k

this was the closest you’ve been to him in weeks.

his skin was hot on yours, almost burning right through you. his eyes were piercing into yours, panting heavy with soft, hesitant reassuring eyes. a glowing red that sent shock waves through your body just looking into them. bakugou wasn’t known for being verbally expressive, he only really knew how to show he cared through small memories. like when he scoffs as he holds the door open for you. like when he cooks you breakfast and dinner every single day, even when he’s too tired and you insist he sleeps. like when he kisses you deeply every time he gets the chance, never leaving a lingering a peck. like when he whispers a soft goodnight, blushing as he kisses the back of your hand. like when he says ‘i love you’ before leaving in a rush.

you sigh when you feel his kisses trail down your neck, nipping lightly and making you whine. one of his hands skim across your side, the other resting beside your head, trying to hold himself up. your noises were making him dizzy, drunk off of you. he was currently sheathed inside of you completely, his pelvis pressed against your ass as he tries to calm himself down from the overwhelming feeling. he felt like he was going to pass out.

“so tight for me,” his voice rumbles deep, settling deep into your bones and making a way for home. the sound you make as he twitches inside you makes him feel fuzzy, drinking you in even further and falling trap into you. “feel full?” he leans back to take a look at your face.

your glossy eyes reach for him, enrapturing him, “yes, so good. so f-full.” you gasp out a moan when he roughly grinds his hips into you, stimulating your clit.

he smirks lazily, watching you start to squirm and feeling your nails dig into his back, trying to tug at him closer. bakugou rests down on one elbow, his face now nose-to-nose with yours. it feels so good. his cock is hitting right against your soft, spongy spot inside of you. he pulls his hips back slowly, before ramming himself quickly back inside you.

“f-fuck! katsu..” your eyes roll back, a sight that always makes bakugou’s ego even bigger. your pussy was so warm and tight, engulfing him whole and swallowing him into a wet heaven.

“mmm, you like my fat cock, don’t you?” he punctuates his words by speeding up his thrusts, “too big for you, fuck..” he huffs, his hips stuttering when you clench too tight around him, “can barely take me, huh?”

you nod your head quickly, not really trusting your voice. bakugou doesn’t really care much right now, not when you feel so damn good. your moans were ringing around the room, echoing and sounding a sweet symphony in his mind. god, he could fuck you for hours if you’d let him.

“so pretty when you’re full of me,” he leans down to growl in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he could feel your hand shakily trailing up into his hair, tugging and pulling with every thrust back inside. he chuckles, “cock fucking you up?”

you bite onto his shoulder, letting out a loud whimper that makes him hiss. bakugou buries his face into the crook of your neck, intoxicated by the sweet smell of you and the thin layer of sweat that clings to the both of you. he can’t seem to get enough of you, no matter how much he tries to pull away.

it feels so good to be so close to you, to be inside you and to feel your walls flutter around him with every thrust. “gonna make you cum,” he groans, “gonna make you cum all over my cock, wanna see you fall apart. feel you fall apart.”

he adores the way you squirm and moan, letting out soft curses and broken syllables of his name. you could feel the veins of his cock pulsate, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every push and pull of his dick. he’s stretching you out wide, breaking you apart one by one all while putting you back together. you struggle to keep you composure when you feel a sharp hiss fall from his mouth, his hefty groans rolling straight to your ears and consuming you.

“sucking me back in each time,” he huffs, licking a stripe along your neck and leaving a sloppy kiss, “your tight little cunt fucking loves being stuffed, huh?”

“yes! oh god, yes.. k-katsu, i’m so close.” your voice trails off into a pretty moan, making his dick twitch inside of you again. he has you wrapped around his finger, willing to do absolutely anything for him at any time. little do you know, you have him the same way. he’ll never admit it, though.

“yeah?” he pulls back to take a look at your pretty face. your eyebrows were drawn together, eyes squinted and trying to stay open but falling closed each and every time. “gonna cum on this cock? make a pretty mess?” his thrusts turn rapid, his thumb quickly pressing hot circles into your clit and making you buck up towards him, “you can do it, baby. cum all over me, make me proud. don’t you wanna make me proud?” he tilts his head, watching you open your eyes as you nod. “good baby.”

so rare, it was so rare for him to praise you like that. to make you feel a fresh flood of warmth to consume you and leave you to keep falling. bakugou can’t stop from capturing one of your hands in his, your other hand still clutching tightly onto his soft blonde hair. you feel his larger hand encase yours, making your heart flutter. your stomach twists almost painfully at a particular push of his hips, letting out a cry.

“k-katsu! cumming, gonna cum.” you sound so whiny, so desperate for your release that he can’t ever seem to want to deny you. he’ll never deny you, never leave you out to dry.

“go on, cum, baby. you can cum. soak my cock.” he leans his head down you kiss you, tasting the way he feels on your tongue. when he feels your walls clamp around him, a long string of moans escaping you, he pulls away to watch you. you look so gorgeous, completely ruined and sweating but still so fucking beautiful that it makes him almost want to go frozen and remember this forever.

“gonna fill you with my cum. make you mine forever.” he slows his pressure on your clit before completely pulling his hand away, but never stops his thrusts until he’s cumming inside you, really filling you up. it feels so good, so fucking good that you swore you came a second time. you whine when he slumps against you, completely exhausted and still completely inside of you.

you giggle, still holding his hand and soothing his hair with your other hand, “thank you, ‘suki.”

he groans, head buried in your neck as he places a sloppy kiss there. he wants to say ‘anything for you’, but doesn’t. “yeah, yeah... shitty woman.” he huffs quietly, but holds your hand tighter and squeezes. he never wants to leave you. never wants to not be by your side.

when he finally pulls away from you, wincing at the flutter of your walls as he pulls out, he admires his work on you. he wants to call you pretty, tell you how breathtaking you look, show you that you’re quite literally glowing. but he doesn’t, and he silently remembers the way your lips pull into a dopy smile. he smiles back, a different yet fond look gracing his face.

he cleans you up in silence, except for the few soft hisses you make when he touches you because you’re still so sensitive. he cleans you diligently before laying beside you and rushingly pulling you back into his side. his arms are strong and warm, safe and sound. he’s your home, and you so desperately missed being in his arms like this.

“don’t leave me again,” you say softly, turning to face him. he takes in your angelic features, convinced that you were truly his guardian angel.

“never.” leaving your side for weeks was hard on him, and he never wanted to separate from you ever again. being called into work constantly meant doing late shifts, never making enough time for the both of you, and going to bed late just to not be there in the morning, making you wake up to empty sheets the same you fell asleep. he could only imagine how hard it was on you. he hated the thought alone.

the sight of you snuggling into him made his heart speed up, and there’s no doubt you could hear it, if not feel it. “i love you, katsuki.”

bakugou tugs you closer, and even though he has a hard time expressing himself, he can’t stop the words from leaving his mouth as he means it with his whole entire being. “i love you, too, idiot.”

so endearing, you think to yourself.

he would always be so endearing to you, even when he calls you an idiot in a soft, loving way.

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angelguk · 3 years

Note

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh.

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”

Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.

“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”

“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.

Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his.

He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.

“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”

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