#but i messed up the background SO MUCH that i couldn’t continue ;-;;;;;;‘

[boydepartment]

weird cat guy- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: THIS WAS REQUESTED BY @angrybananapolice I HOPE ITS OKAY <3

request: can i req a comfort kinda fluff with Riki? reader is that kind of friend who's like a side character in her own life. Like, she isn't known by her name, she's known as her best friend's friend. You get me? so basically, reader isn't recognised a lot but then Riki somehow waltzes into her life blah blah thats all on you and then they kiss at the end because :)

warnings: cursing, insecurity, angst, comfort, fluff, kinda romcom

wc- 600-800 words

MASTERLIST

in school you were pretty invisible, you didn’t talk much and when you did your friend would accidentally overshadow you. you don’t think she meant to, it just happened.

it was really frustrating you inside but you never were going to say anything. at the end of the day school wasn’t forever and you could move on with your life in a couple years max. there was no reason to make a scene or beg for attention.

that’s how your life was, blending into the background. who were you to change it?

when you walked to school with your friend you listened to her go on and on about some annoying guy in her dms. you thought she didn’t realize how lucky she was for people to actually have a romantic interest in her. you had a feeling something like this would never happen to you. a guy making a fool of himself to gain your attention? funny.

“he was so annoying all he did was yap!” you felt her hand on your shoulder. you couldn’t help but laugh along, no matter how you were feeling- she had a point.

“he really did sound like a yapper.” you started to joke with her as she continued.

“and his instagram was a little odd too! wait look!”

you watched as she pulled up his instagram, you both spent time poking fun and giggling. it was almost like middle school again.

until you got to the school building, then you faded in the background. you loved your best friend just not at school. she talked to way more people and left you by yourself socially. she would drag you around and then not truly include you.

and that’s how you’d spend your days, doodling on your math notes, messing with your shoes under the desk, and trying not to fall asleep. rinse and repeat…

however one thing did happen, on your walk home you were alone because your friend got invited to a study hall.

“i’m sorry y/n… will you be okay on your way home?”

you nodded and smiled at her, forced, “yeah of course! don’t worry about it!”

you started your journey home by yourself, at this point you should’ve gotten used to it. being alone. it was almost tranquil and you felt like nothing could ruin this moment for you. no school, no stress anymore, no-

“PLEASE STOP THAT CAT!”

when you looked up you saw a cat and a lanky figure sprinting towards you, the cat jumped on you and scared you so bad you fell over. the guy toppling down with you.

“what the hell!?” you yelled grabbing your head.

the boy looked at you, “i was trying to get that cat! i wanted him!”

you tried to stop the dizziness, “go to a shelter then, you psycho!”

the guy stood up and grabbed your hands to help you up, “that’s too easy!”

you finally looked at him and he was astonishingly attractive, “you’re crazy!” you looked away from him, now embarrassed. you barely talked to people, let alone attractive people. this was so embarrassing! and it was the hot guy’s fault!

“i’m sorry for knocking you over!” he exclaimed, “listen how can i make it up to you!” he stood there tapping his foot.

you grabbed your bag off the floor, “by leaving me alone.”

“come on! i totally knocked you over! well technically the cat did then i tripped over you but that’s not the point!”

you looked at him again, “you can leave me alone and stop being weird towards stray cats.”

at that, you walked away quickly passed him. god knows what that weirdo does on his free time. chasing cats? what a dork.

the next day was like clockwork, you enjoyed your bestfriends company until school, then you lost her. school and your studies were boring- it was a review week.

you sat down at your desk for lunch, your best friend sitting by you but not with you.

“oh y/n what do-“ everytime she tried to talk to you, someone else took her attention. if you tried to talk, someone talked over you.

you learned your lesson quickly.

“i heard that cute guy has been peeking into the classrooms today!” one of her friends exclaimed. one thing you learned was that listening and noting things was key to at least trying to enjoy the social aspect of school. you didn’t have to be involved.

“which one?” your best friend asked. everyone looked at your friend.

“that cat boy! he always chases cats and birds!”

you found yourself giggling slightly, that was ironic. what are the odds?

your best friend gasped, “oh him! he is so cute!”

they started talking amongst themselves until you heard giggling and gasping. probably some arm smacking too. which was typical in the gossip circle.

“oh my gosh it’s him! (b/f/n) he’s probably going to go over to you! what if he asks you out!”

yeah probably. you knew how this was going to play out. she’d go out with him, probably get the ick, then he’d have a bad rep because he fumbled with the school’s flower.

it was then more silent than usual and you had a box of chocolates thrown on your desk.

you looked up and it was cat boy, the psycho that ran into you.

“what’s- what’s this?!” your eyes widened, the boy started to snicker.

“for running into you. my mom told me to get it.” he pulled up his chair in front of you, all eyes were on you both.

“i didn’t even know you went to my school!” you whisper yelled, panicking that the attention was on you. the boy started to unpack his lunch in front of you and you hid your face from everyone.

“likewise!” he spoke and started unpacking his lunch, “do you like cucumbers? my mom always packs them but i don’t really enjoy them.”

he started speaking like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“ummmm…. what are you doing?”

the boy looked up at you, “actually talking to you.” he whispered, “and having lunch. duh.”

your eyes scanned the room, your best friend’s friends still looking at you, including her. you felt nauseous.

“this isn’t a funny joke if you’re pranking me.” you said firmly, the boy looked a little shocked.

“why would i be pranking you? i don’t have friends either.” he said simply and took a sip of his milk, he put the cucumbers on your plate.

you eyed the cucumbers, “is that why you chase cats and birds?”

he looked up at you, giggled, then nodded, “i’m riki by the way..”

“y/n.”

you honestly expected him to hang out with you once and then drop it. but that didn’t happen… he actually continued to hang out with you. be around you, and actually talk to you. riki would remember the little things too.

he started to walk you home and you got so used to his company that it scared you. in your mind you were boring, he was probably just using you to get to your friend. you’d take whatever riki said with a grain of salt, no matter how sweet. why would you risk having feelings for someone who could just be using you?

the weather was starting to warm up and your allergies were not helping you. your head was in pain and school just wasn’t it for you today. the idea of looking at the green chalkboard sounded nauseating.

you stayed home and took pain meds, around 10 am you were trying to make tea when there was a knocking at your door.

that was terrifying, it was only you home. if someone decided to break it you would probably die.

you rushed over and peeked through the window. and there was riki.

you opened the door, “what are you doing here.”

“you weren’t at school, can i come in?”

“can you stop pretending you actually care?” you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked down at his feet. you were getting tired of riki being overly nice to you, especially because to you it was fake. it was a facade.

you heard a surprise noise and then a scoff.

“i’m not pretending! what do you take me for!?”

you finally got the courage to look up at him, “someone who’s way out of my league and probably only using me to get to my friend, it’s happened since middle school, and she likes you too! so go to her! stop wasting my time.” you went to shut the door but riki stopped it.

“what the fuck are you talking about? have i ever mentioned your stupid- no offense- your stupid friend?” riki readjusted the bag on his shoulder, “i got your schoolwork too dumbass, since she said she forgot it. that’s the one and only time i’ve ever spoken to her.”

you looked at him, still in disbelief. riki looked at you, somewhat annoyed.

“y/n i’ve hung out with you everyday for a month, i have no other friends because people either make fun of me for being cat boy or they’re just trying to date me. it’s a weird 50/50.” he said simply, his stare softened.

“riki-“

“what’s that burning smell?”

“FUCK!” you rushed back to see the water boiling over the stove and went to fix it. you were already upset because you couldn’t find the kettle, now you were upset you fucked up.

“god! i can’t do anything right!”

unbeknownst to you riki let himself in, “go lay down. i’ll make tea.”

you flipped around and looked at him, at this point you didn’t feel well, you were overwhelmed, and you just wanted to lay down, “fine… whatever…”

you laid down on the couch and tried to check your notifications, your best friend hadn’t even checked if you were okay. hell, she didn’t even read your text asking to get your work.

sighing you zoned out until you felt a weight next to you, “sit up and drink up.” you listened, mumbling a thank you.

“i like you.”

you choked on your tea, “you what? riki that’s not funny, that’s mean. you’re being mean.” you spoke quickly and waved your hand brushing him off.

“i’m not lying to you, i’ve been hitting on you this entire time!” riki exclaimed and sat back astonished.

you set the tea down, “it’s hard for me to believe you.”

“i know.” he took a deep breath and leaned his head back, “i know. clearly it is.”

you felt bad now, if he was telling the truth you were the one being mean now…

“i’m sorry, im not used to all of this.” you felt your eyes water and riki sprung into action. he softly grabbed your hands, they were freezing.

“i know you aren’t, listen… i lied when i said i didn’t know we went to the same school-“ he blurted out. you looked up at him.

“what.”

“i’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of school but i didn’t know how to tell you and you were always around that stupid group that never talked to you and i felt really bad but i couldn’t say anything because im known as weird cat boy and i just i was trying to catch that cat to try and impress you but i failed-“

around the middle of his speech it was like time stopped, it was now or never.

if it was a joke and your school social life was over then you could transfer online or something.

you sat up on your knees and made the boy face you, before you leaned in and kissed him.

he tensed up before easing into the kiss, when he pulled away softly he chuckled, “i’m sorry for lying about that, it’s the one thing i lied about and i felt embarrassed for liking you for so long.”

you pecked his lips again, “is it embarrassing to like me?”

“NO!” riki said quickly, “absolutely not! i just felt like a loser, NOT BECAUSE-“

you started to laugh, “i’m just teasing you!” when you calmed down you looked at him, riki’s ears were pink and he was just staring at you.

“thank you for being a real friend to me…” you smiled at him, tearing up again.

“can i be your real boyfriend? or am i about to get friendzoned…?”

you laughed again and hugged him, well tackling him, “you can be my real boyfriend!”

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[darkeralmond]

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST BABES I FINALLY GOT IT!!

Hopper’s Cove

Jeremiah Fisher x fem! Reader

synopsis: nicole leaves you and your friends in hopper’s cove after conrad texts belly someone romantic. you call jeremiah to pick you up and help which leads to something more.

warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, praising kink, making out, nipple play

word count: 2k

a/n: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! i’m so excited for speak now tv… ONLY A COUPLE DAYS!!!

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A pair of car headlights shined on Taylor, Belly, and you as it pulled out of Hopper’s Cove. “What the fuck?” you yelled as you watched the car drive away, leaving the three of you stranded while naked in the lake.

Taylor swam over to the dock and pulled herself up. “They took everything!” She looked back at you and Belly with a look of distress on her face.

“What?!” Belly and you yelled in sync before swimming toward Taylor. You pulled yourself up and saw all your clothes were gone.

“The only thing they left was your phone,” Taylor said to Belly. She read the text plastered on the screen from Conrad which really incriminated Belly. Belly couldn’t help but crack a smile while Taylor read the semi-romantic text. “Belly! Focus!” Taylor hit her, causing Belly to snap out of whatever trance she was stuck in.

You thought about a solution while your friends argued. You knew there was one person to call and that was your best friend. “We have to call Jeremiah… and Conrad,” you said Conrad’s name like it was an afterthought. “They need to bring us our stuff.” You got your wet hair out of your face by tucking it behind your ear.

“No, I don’t want to start any more drama with Conrad.” Belly shook her head and frowned.

Taylor scoffed, “That doesn’t matter, Belly. We need to get our stuff back so we don’t get hypothermia.”

Belly continued to argue with Taylor about it, but you had already grabbed your phone and dialed Jeremiah’s number. He answered quickly, “Hello?” There was loud house party music blaring in the background.

“Jeremiah?” you said, your voice a bit shaky. “Nicole and her friends just left us in Hopper’s Cove while we were skinny dipping and she took all our shit.”

“Like what?” Jeremiah replied, obviously confused and concerned by the story you just gave him. “Are you okay? Who’s with you?”

“She took our clothes! I’m with Taylor and Belly.” You looked over at the two girls who listened intently. “Please hurry with our stuff.”

“I’m on the way,” Jeremiah said before hanging up. You put the phone down and looked over at the girls.

“He’s heading over,” you said, nodding at the girls. Taylor had a look of relief on her face while Belly still looked worried.

Jeremiah and Conrad’s cars pulled up to the cove, their headlights spotlighting you. “Y/N!” Jeremiah yelled as he sprung out of his car and ran toward you guys. “Holy shit, are you okay? What happened?” He leaned down to your level.

You shook your head. “Too much to explain right now.” He frowned as he stared into your eyes, your glossy eyes. It made him feel sick.

“Nicole gave me these,” Conrad said as he placed the clothes on the deck.

Taylor squinted her eyes and glared at Conrad. “We wouldn’t have been in this mess if you had just left Belly alone.” He didn’t say anything after that, he just frowned and stepped away. “Can you two turn around?”

Taylor’s words pulled Jere away from the intense eye contact between you two. “Yeah, of course!” he said, immediately getting up from his spot and turned away with Conrad.

The three of you got out of the pool and threw on your clothes. The dry cloth stuck to your wet body as you put on your shorts and shirt. Once the other girls finished, you said, “Okay. We’re good.”

They turned back around, now acting really awkward. Jeremiah cleared his throat and approached you. “How’s the driving situation gonna go?” he asked.

“Uh,” Belly spoke up. “We could ride with Conrad.” She glanced over at Taylor when she said that. Taylor glared at Belly when she said that, obviously not wanting to go. Belly muttered something to her which caused Taylor to roll her eyes and agree.

You looked up at Jere and smiled softly, “I can ride with you… if that’s fine with you.”

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. “Of course it’s fine.” He pulled away and looked up at Conrad, Taylor, and Belly. “We’ll meet you guys at the house.”

The group of three got in Conrad’s car and drove off while you and Jeremiah hopped into his car. He leaned back against the seat before looking over at you with a soft expression. “Now can you tell me what happened?” he asked.

You cleared your throat and let out a small hum. “Uh, yeah.” Your eyes trailed away from his. You couldn’t keep eye contact with him, it was nearly impossible.

Moments like these made you feel like you were incredibly vulnerable. Like any small move could really mess up this entire friendship between you two.

You cleared your throat, focusing on the lake in front of you. “Conrad texted Belly about how he really wanted to ask her to the deb ball and not only because Susannah told him to.” You looked back at him and frowned.

He let out a scoff and looked off to the lake as well. “Sounds like Connie,” he responded. He ran his fingers through his blonde curls and looked back at you. “So she took all your stuff because of that?”

You nodded your head and let out a small exhale, “It’s stupid. I didn’t expect her to be such a snake.” This won a laugh out of him which made a smile grow on your face. “Thank you for coming.” You looked down at your lap where you fiddled with your thumbs.

“Why wouldn’t I come?” he asked. “You’ll always have me.”

This sent a chill down your spine as you perked your head up. The way he said this sounded different than the other times he did. “What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t know what made this feel different than the other times before.

His expression turned into a shocked one, you swore you could’ve seen his face dusted with blush. “Oh, well…” he started. “You know… I care about you a lot and… yeah!”

A smile played on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Jeremiah Fisher, are you blushing?”

He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Shut up!” he laughed. “Yes, I am.” He looked back at you and smiled softly. You met his gaze, listening to the loud pounding of your heart in your ear. “Y/N,” he said, “I really like you. Like… I love you.”

Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped open slightly. His confession caught you completely off guard. Jeremiah loved you? Was he serious? “Really?”

“Definitely,” he said as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. A warm feeling crept through your veins and onto your cheeks. Now you were the one blushing.

“Jeremiah, I…” You closed your mouth and looked down at your hands as you rubbed circles onto his hand with your thumb. After taking a deep breath you turned back up to him with wide eyes and spoke very quietly. “Me too. I like you too.” Your cheeks flushed and you smiled a bright smile.

A smile spread on his face as he leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, your eyes fluttering shut. His lips tasted so sweet and you were giddy at the sensation.

His hand left yours and made its way down to your upper thigh. You broke away from the kiss out of shock before glancing down at his hand back to his eyes.

In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Jeremiah. I want you to be my first.” His blue eyes pulled that out of you, and you were a bit embarrassed.

His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. “Your first…?” He blinked a couple times in disbelief. “You mean…?”

You nodded your head. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand off your thigh and gripped onto it tightly. “Please?” you begged. You batted your eyelashes playfully as you stared into his eyes. You waited for his answer as he processed everything.

Slowly but surely, his face turned a deeper shade of red. He seemed hesitant to say yes to you, but eventually he did. “Okay.”

You nodded your head. “Okay.” You placed another kiss on his lips, this one more heated and passionate. You unbuckle your seatbelt while your lips continue to stay locked with his. You pulled away and crawled over the seat as he leaned back in the driver seat.

You straddled his lap and looked down at him, your hands now rested on his upper chest. He glanced down at your shirt before pulling his shirt off. You followed him and revealed your white bralette.

He stared at your body in awe, his hands slowly coming up to grope your breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” This caused your face to turn a deep shade of red as he snaked his hands around your back and unclasped the bra.

Your nipples hardened as his fingers grazed against your cool, damp skin. He placed kisses on your body before locking his lips around one of your nipples.

A quiet moan escaped from you as you tilted your head to the side. His hands trailed down to your lower back as he placed kisses on your boobs. “Jeremiah.” You mewled, grabbing his hair gently. He moaned into your skin when he heard you speak his name.

“You sound so sexy when you say my name,” he mumbled. You shook your head and giggled lightly as he sucked on your right nipple.

He gave quick licks against your bud which drove you mad, but it wasn’t enough for you. “Jere,” you whimpered. “Stop teasing!”

“But you sound so sexy when you say my name…” he whispered, kissing the tip of your right breast. You bit your bottom lip and clenched your fists in his blonde locks. “Hurry up, Jeremiah.”

He giggled at your whines, but gave into your requests. He pulled away and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down just enough for him to palm his dick in his hand. You slid down your shorts and panties, looking at him with anticipation. “Are you on anything?” he asked.

You nodded your head, “Plan B.”

“Okay,” he answered and looked down at his erection. “You ready?” he asked softly.

“God, yes. Yes, please,” you replied.

With a smirk on his face, he aligned himself with your entrance. He inserted himself inside you, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. You rocked your hips back and forth at a steady pace.

He groaned at your movement, his hands held onto your hips to guide you. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. So perfect…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your hips faster against him. You held back a small moan as a tightness began forming in your core. As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared, leaving behind a warm feeling instead.

You opened your eyes and focused them on Jeremiah. He had his eyes closed with a satisfied look etched across his features. His breaths were heavy, he didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down, he must’ve been really turned on.

Your movements began slowing down. Your hips still moved rhythmically to give him an amazing time. He groaned at how close he felt you getting to your orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips. “Just cum, Y/N. Come on.”

Your eyes rolled back as you released a high pitched moan. Your muscles tensed up as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter than before. You had never felt more pleasure in your life as you came.

You opened your eyes again once you felt the last drop fall. Your eyes went wide and you let out a soft gasp. “Holy fuck, Jeremiah…”

He smirked before placing his forehead against yours. “You did so good,” he grinned.

He brought both of his hands up to your face, cupping both of your cheeks. Before he pressed his lips against yours quickly.

When he pulled away, he asked, “You ready to go? Conrad and them are probably worried we died or something.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You got off him and sat back down in the passenger seat. You checked your phone and saw that Belly and Taylor had been blowing up your phone.

#jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher smut #jeremiah fisher #team jeremiah

[slushycoookie]

Late Night Trip ~ Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader

A/N: A drawing from @scwibbs inspired me to write about going to the store late at night with Miguel. All because he wanted some more ice cream. I hope you all enjoy it!

“Amor? Do we have any more ice cream?”

You paused the movie, the frame stopping right before the part where a woman gets stabbed to death. You removed yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Miguel dug in the freezer. Only in his boxers.

“Yeah, I saw some yesterday.”

He huffed as he continued to search, “Well, I don't see it.” You pushed him aside, knowing he had tunnel vision when it came to looking for something in the house. Lucky for him, you remembered the exact place you saw it last night: sandwiched between frozen broccoli and the ice maker. But the pint of strawberry cheesecake wasn't there.

“Hold on, it was right there. What happened to it?”

Miguel didn’t look at you, “If you're talking about the strawberry cheesecake, I ate that one yesterday.”

“What?” Your head flickered, annoyed, “How did you eat that one already? We just bought that one.”

He rubbed the nape of his neck, “Late night hours at HQ.” Your fingers rubbed circles on the sides of your forehead. Miguel was the king of late-night snacking, especially if he was working late.

“Well, no ice cream for us then.” You accepted defeat, going back to your comfortable place on the couch to get ready to finish the horror movie.

Miguel had other plans. “I’ll go out and get some more.”

As he disappeared into your room, you perked your head up, about to protest. It was past midnight when you checked your phone. “It’s late.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Oh I know you will.” You stood, going into your room to grab a jacket, dressed in your t-shirt and pajama pants. “That’s why I’m coming with. I want some more snacks.” As you slipped your multi-colored covered feet into some slides, Miguel was ready to go. He resorted to simple sweatpants and a shirt, wearing matching black slides. Oh and he couldn’t forget his shades.

“You’re not going overboard.”

You raised a brow at him, “This is coming from the person who’s about to go out to get ice cream. At night.”

“Because I want some.” He stated, taking your hand and leaving the house.

There was a convenience store a block away. It was open until 3 a.m., enough time for you two to grab some goodies and go. Cool air brushed along your jacket as you walked beside Miguel. The atmosphere was quiet, crickets singing in your ears and the moon shining down on both of you. Hardly anyone was out at the moment. You didn’t see many cars in the store's parking lot when you went inside.

Miguel’s hand didn’t leave yours as he dragged you to the freezer aisle. Your eyes blinked multiple times to get used to the strong fluorescent lighting. The cashier’s hello drowned in the background from the vibrating hum of the freezers. He had to get his favorites, the strawberry cheesecake, banana bonanza, and tres leche. Your eyes caught triple chocolate fudge and dream boat, so he grabbed those too. Both of you noticed champagne, a flavor neither of you tried yet. Soon, his arms were covered in pints of ice cream.

“We should’ve gotten a basket.”

After a basket was acquired, you made a beeline for the chips. Throwing a bunch of bags of flaming hot ones inside, your favorite.

“You know, I heard they can mess up your stomach lining if you eat them too much.” You glared at your spouse, putting a bag back. Ignoring his smug look, you caught a little shelf of ramen on the other side. It wasn’t much to browse through, but there was no need. You saw that signature black packaging, grabbing the remaining two.

Miguel tsked when he saw the ramen packages you were holding, “I can't eat those. They're too spicy.”

“See, that's the white in you saying that because these aren't that hot.” You quipped back while he rolled his eyes. He took the packaging from your hands and tossed it in the basket. Being the nice partner that you were, you also grabbed the less spicy ones, the packaging sporting a green color.

Moving on to candy, you snagged a few bags of gummy bears. Stashing some chocolate bars too. Miguel picked up some hard candy, liking to suck on a few throughout his day.

“Are we done?” He asked, motioning to how much stuff was in the basket. It was almost overflowing if you put one more thing in it.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

As you two made your way up to the cashier, who wasn’t paying attention to you and was watching videos on his phone, you stopped at the beverage aisle. You smacked your lips, feigning thirst, before grabbing two bottles of a mystery-flavored cola.

The cashier's eyes went wide at the number of items you had, but he had no issues ringing you two up. You didn’t make eye contact with your husband as the beeping lingered in your ears, but you felt his eyes.

Still, he took your hand, carrying the bags as you traveled home. While walking, you opened one of the sodas and took a swig to taste the mystery flavor. Hints of cotton candy lingered on your tongue with a mix of cherry? Or was that blueberry? You needed to ask an expert.

“Here, taste this.” You placed the bottle to his lips so he could take a sip.

Miguel felt the flavor, tasting like he had a sip of wine. His eyes lowered in mild thought, his lips pursed. “It’s blueberry-flavored cotton candy.”

“I knew it.”

Once you all got back inside, you threw your slippers off, grabbed your bag of hot chips, and jumped on the couch. After putting the snacks away, Miguel sat beside you, holding the tres leche ice cream and two spoons. Both of you got comfortable and resumed the movie, treating the outing as a success.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #slushycoookie writes

[ellieslovr]

A Visit To Mr.Miller’s House

CW: age gap, daddy kink, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy. This is a dbf joel miller fic. Reader has no physical description, Joel is able to pick them up. Joel Miller x F! Reader. wc:3,071

A/N:wow, it only took me a month to upload this time! Look at that. Anyways, this is my first Joel fic, so let’s see how it goes. Enjoy! I have many more ideas for him.

Summary: After your dad asks you to go pick up something from Joel’s house, you get a lot more than you bargained for.

You really hadn’t been thinking when you’d borrowed one of your best friend’s shirts. You’d had an impromptu sleepover, leaving you without a shirt to wear to bed. She dug through her drawers and tossed one towards you, laughing.

You scan the text on the front. “I LOVE DILFS” it read. You glanced up at her. “Seriously?” You said.

She just laughed. “You’re just wearing it to sleep, you’ll be fine.” You just roll your eyes and slump onto the bed next to her, nestling under the covers.

You’re awoken the next morning by your phone repeatedly ringing, and you yawn as you reach for it.

Seeing that it’s your dad, you groan and hit accept. “Are you just waking up?” He asks. Hello to you too, you thought.

“Yeah, I spent the night at a friends.” You reply. “Oh, well I have a favor to ask.” He said, and you could hear a shuffling noise in the background. “What’s that noise?” You ask him.

“I’m working on repairing this old car, but I need one of the parts for tomorrow.” He told you.

Before you could respond, he continued. “Since I wasn’t gonna be home when it got delivered, I had it sent to Miller’s house. Think you could go pick it up? I won’t be home till late, so you can just leave it on the table.” You groan internally. Of course he’d have it delivered there.

Your dad and Mr.Miller, or Joel as he’d insist you call him, were lifelong friends. They’d known each other since high school, and still hung out from time to time. It’s not that you didn’t like Joel, in fact it was the complete opposite. You liked him too much.

As a kid, you’d always seen him as a sort of uncle figure, but that changed as you got older. Now, you couldn’t be around him without being reduced to a blushing and stuttering mess.

You snap out of your thoughts and realize your dad is still waiting on a response. “Yeah, I’ll grab it. I’m leaving here in a few minutes.” You say.

“Thanks sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight. Bye.” With that, he hangs up the phone. You turn around and see your friend grinning at you.

“What?” You ask. She smirks. “You have to go to Joel’s house~” She sings. You toss one of her pillows at her. “Shut up.” She laughs and throws it back at you, and you place it down onto the bed.

You finish packing your stuff, and your friend walks you outside to your car. You wave her goodbye and she wishes you luck with a wink, which you scoff at.

The drive back home is about twenty minutes, so you decide to take the longer route. The less time you have to see Joel, the better. You pull up to your house, and exit the car.

Once you’ve put all your stuff away, you pull a jacket on and head over to Joel’s house. It’s winter time in Texas and although it wasn’t freezing, it was still pretty cold. You walk up the front porch steps, and ring the doorbell. You wait a minute or so, and there’s no answer.

As soon as you lift your fist to knock, the door swings open. Joel peers down at you, dressed in a stained white muscle shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He must’ve been working out.

You swallow hard, trying to remember what it is you’re here for. “Oh, it’s you. Hey kiddo, c’mon in.” Joel says, ushering you inside. You smile at him.

“Thank you, Mr.Miller.” He shuts the door. “Call me Joel, sweetheart.” He tells you. You know the name doesn’t hold any weight behind it, but it still gives you butterflies nonetheless.

“You caught me right in the middle of my workout.” He says, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his face. You try to not let your eyes wander to the droplets rolling down his neck, no doubt cascading down his abs.

Joel doesn’t seem to notice that you’re distracted, and carries on. “How about you take your coat off and stay a while?” He asks.

Your heart skips a beat. “Actually, my dad just wanted me to pick something up.” You told him. His face dropped slightly. “Oh, right.” He replied, gesturing to the package sitting on his table.

“I could stay for a little though, I’ve got nothing to do today.” You told him, mentally cursing yourself for being unable to say no to him.

He brightened up. “Atta girl, I’ll grab you a beer.” On his way to the fridge, he stopped. “You’re old enough to drink right?” He asked.

You stifle a laugh. “I’m 24 Joel, yes.” You reply. He just chuckles and rummages around the fridge, pulling out two cans. He sits at a comfortable distance from you on the couch, and cracks his open.

You inadvertently watch the way his muscles ripple as he lifts the can to his mouth and takes a sip. He groans and places it down on the table.

“So, how’ve things been? Staying out of trouble?” He asks. You shrug your coat off, nodding.

“For the most part, yeah.” Joel’s eyes “accidentally” flick down to your chest as you do so, and his breath catches in his throat. He’s blushing. “Interesting shirt you got there.” He says.

You give him a confused glance, and then look down. “Oh, shit. This is my friend's shirt, I completely forgot I borrowed it from her.”

Joel’s grip on the can tightens, the metal bending under his grasp, his veins popping out slightly. “So that’s what you’re into these days?” He asks. “Dilfs?”

You laugh. “I’m surprised you even know what that means.” You reply. Joel smiles, some of the awkwardness dissipating. “Hey, I’ve been around. I’m not that old.” He teases. You watch as he leans back against the couch. “Your dads been good?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yeah, he won’t be home until late because he’s working on something.” You tell him. You don’t miss the way Joel’s gaze darkens at your words.

“Yeah?” He says. He’s staring at you now. You shift a little under his gaze, big doe eyes staring up at him.

“Mhm. Might be out all night.” You murmur. He’s so close now. You can feel his breath fanning across your cheek. “Tell me to stop.”

He whispers it almost pleadingly, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Part of him knows this is wrong, that your dad will kill him if he finds out. The other part of him doesn’t care though, he just needs you so bad.

You lean into his touch. “Don’t stop.” You tell him. Joel curses under his breath and then he’s kissing you, his lips warm and slightly chapped.

You moan into his mouth and he loses control, wrapping his arms around your waist. When you pull away to breathe, he starts to kiss your neck. “Joel..” You mewl, moving to tug his shirt off. He complies, helping you pull it off.

You drag your nails up and down his bare skin, and he shivers. “Take me to your bed?” You ask. He nods and scoops you into his arms, heading towards his bedroom. He kicks the door open and places you gently on the bed, before shutting the door.

He immediately begins to remove your shirt, dropping it to the ground. He kisses down your chest, pulling a hardened nipple into his mouth. You arch your back, whimpering softly. Joel nearly growls at your reaction, and moves to pinch the other between his fingers.

You’re squirming underneath his ministrations, and he decides to take pity on you. He helps you shuffle your jeans off, leaving you in just your underwear.

Your arousal is evident through the fabric, a wet patch staining it. Joel groans low in his throat, dragging a single finger up your slit. You buck your hips into his touch, a soft whine leaving your throat. “Joel..” You mumble.

He leans in and kisses you to distract you, while he slips his fingers into your panties. He quickly finds your clit, brushing his thumb across it.

Your breath hitched. He slides them off with ease, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Something about him being fully clothed while you were naked sent a rush of arousal through you.

Joel stands and pulls his tank top up over his head, wiping the sweat off his face with it. You catch a glimpse of his chiseled abs and the happy trail leading down his pelvis. He notices you staring and slips his gym shorts off.

Your eyes drop down to his bulge. He’s huge, bigger than any guy you’d ever been with, and he wasn’t even fully naked yet. You wait with baited breath as he slowly pulls his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. Jesus Christ.

He takes it between his hands, stroking it gently. “Open.” He tells you. You comply, letting your mouth drop open. He guides himself into your mouth, and you close your lips around him. He groans. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

He barely gives you time to adjust and he starts rocking his hips back and forth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. The sounds he’s pulling from you are obscene, wet and messy. You swipe your tongue across his tip, and he curses under his breath.

“I gotta pull out baby, m’ not gonna last long.” He tells you. You let your jaw go slack, and he pulls out. He begins to dig through his drawers, and you peer over at him.

“What’re you doing?” You ask. He grabs a box. “Condom.” He replies, pulling one of its package. You chew your bottom lip. “I’m clean.” Joel sighs.

“That ain’t my concern, sweetheart. I don’t need to be knockin’ you up, your daddy would kill me.” You pout. “I’ll go get a plan B after.” He groans. “You’re a stubborn one, ain’t you?” He asks.

“I mean, we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it.” You told him. He shakes his head. “That’s not it, I just didn’t want you to feel like you have to.” He said. You smile.

“What a gentleman.” You tease. He grins bashfully, looking down. “Yeah, you know me. So what’ll it be?” Your cheeks flush. “We don’t need it.” You tell him. He nods.

“Sounds good to me.” He tosses it to the side, and positions himself between your spread legs. He drags himself slowly up and down your slick folds, groaning quietly.

“Joel, please.” You urge him. He shakes his head. “No baby, you gotta beg me. C’mon, use that pretty mouth.”

“Please fuck me Joel, I need it.” You plead with him, looking up at him through your lashes. He gives in, and pushes into you agonizingly slow. Despite not being a virgin, it still stung a bit because of his size.

Once he was all the way in, he kissed your forehead. “Stay still baby. Get used to it.” He tells you. You do as he says, and a few minutes pass. You wiggle your hips, and a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. “You ready?” Joel asks. You nod.

He lifts one of your legs over his shoulders, and repeats the process with the other. Your body is pressed against him now, his skin flush against yours. He slowly starts to fuck you, reveling in how tight you are around him. “You’re so fucking pretty..” Joel murmurs against your lips.

You let yourself melt into his touch, knowing he’ll take care of you. His cock drags up and down your walls, lighting a fire in your belly. Joel grunts.

“Fuck, look at you. All spread open for me.” You whimper and lean up to kiss him, which he happily obliges. He gives you a hard thrust, and you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, you feel that in your tummy, princess? You feel how deep I am?” You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. “Feels so good, Joel.” You tell him. He smirks. “That’s not my name baby.”

You wrack your brain, trying to think of what he means. Then, it hits you. “Daddy?” You say.

His smirk widens, and you feel his cock throb. “There you go.” He replied. You look up at him.

“Didn’t think you were that much of a pervert.” You tease. He raises an eyebrow. “The way you’re squeezin’ around my cock says otherwise, baby.” He tells you.

He hikes your legs up onto his shoulders, pushing deeper into you. “Oh, fuck-“ He grunts, muscles straining. You watched his arms flex as he held you in place, thrusting in and out of you.

“Christ, you’re tight. Them college boys ain’t doing it for ya, huh?” He asks with a smirk. You moan, rocking your hips to meet his thrusts. “No daddy.” You reply, reaching between your legs to find your clit.

“You let them fuck you like this, baby? You let them fill you up?” He asks you, a possessive edge to his tone. You whimper.

“No daddy, just you.” You reply. He laughs, reaching down to cup your cheek. “That’s right baby, this is my pussy from now on. Understand, sweetheart?”

You’re so cockdrunk now, that all you can do is nod dumbly as he continues to thrust into you. He just grins and slips his thumb into your mouth.

“Atta girl, just needed to be taken care of, huh?” He murmurs, pushing it deeper into your mouth. “Yes daddy.” You sigh contentedly as he continues at a steady pace.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer, dragging your manicured nails down his back. You wince, hoping you hadn’t scratched him too hard.

He groans and speeds up, the tip of him pressing right against your cervix. He has you in a mating press now, thrusting wildly. “I’m getting close sweetheart, you sure you don’t want me to pull out?” He asks you.

You lock your legs around his waist, your pussy gripping him tighter. “No. Want you to cum inside daddy, want you to fill me up.” You tell him, dragging your nails down his bicep.

He curses under his breath and spills inside you, muttering obscenities. You climax shortly after him, and slump down further into the bed. You both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms, while Joel presses gentle kisses all over your face. You sigh happily and look over at him.

“You’ve been real pent up huh?” You ask with a smirk. He playfully shoves you. “Shut up, I usually last longer than that.” He replies.

You chuckle. “I’ll have to put that to the test next time.” He raises an eyebrow. “There’s gonna be a next time?” You blush.

“Well, I just figured maybe-“ He cuts you off with a laugh. “I’m just teasing, baby. Listen, how about I take you out to dinner? You free Sunday?” He asks. You nod.

“Yeah, I’m free.” He grins. “Good. C’mon, I’ll help you into the bath and then we can order take out. That alright with you?”

You nod and lift your arms up, causing him to chuckle. “You wanna be carried, princess?” He asked, gathering you into his arms.

You slump against him, exhausted. He holds you with one arm as he turns on the water and warms it up, letting the tub fill.

He gradually adds bubbles, to which you raise an eyebrow. “You take bubble baths?” You ask him. He chuckles sheepishly, hand coming to scratch his cheek.

“They say it’s supposed to help relax you.” He replies. You shrug, sinking down into the water. “I’m not complaining.” The scent of lavender hits your nose as Joel climbs into the tub with you.

He looks a bit funny, hunched over and hugging his knees to make room for himself. He grabs a bottle of flowery shampoo, and you smirk.

“You got a lot of ladies showering here, Miller?” He rolls his eyes and uncaps the bottle. “It’s for when Sarah visits. Now do you want me to wash your hair or not?”

You respond by leaning your head back, dipping your hair into the water. Joel smiles at that and begins rubbing the shampoo into his hands.

He massages it through your scalp and you close your eyes, sighing in contentment. He finishes up with the shampoo and cups the water in his hands, washing it out.

He repeats the process with the conditioner, and starts washing his own hair. Once he’s finished, he turns the water off and stands up, pulling you with him. He grabs two fluffy towels from the closet, and wraps one around you.

“You good with Chinese food?” He asks, ruffling his hair with the towel. You nod. “Yeah, get beef lo mein too.” You tell him. He laughs, shooting you a glance.

“Demanding.” He teases. You roll your eyes, crossing the room and letting the towel drop. Joel falls silent, his eyes dropping down to admire your body.

“What were you saying?” You ask with a smirk. He blushes. “The beef one you said?” He asks. You nod, moving to tug his towel off. He bites his lip.

“I’m not sure I have another one in me, sweetheart.” He tells you. You hum. “I know. Just wanted to take a look.” He laughs and exits the bathroom, dropping the towels into a laundry basket.

When he gets to his room, he dresses in a pair of boxer shorts and an old t shirt. When he hands you one of his shirts, you pull it on over your head and smile at him. “It’s big on you, but you look good in my clothes.” He tells you.

You grin. “Not the only thing that’s big.” You tell him, leaning into him. He rolls his eyes. “Oh, and I’m a pervert?” He asks jokingly. You don’t respond, instead opting to pull him into a kiss.

Joel kisses you back, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. Your stomach growling is what forces you two apart, and you blush.

“You gonna order that food?” You ask him. He grins and wraps an arm around you, leading you to sit down on the couch.

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

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[scarlethexelove]

There Is Nothing Wrong With You

I know it says Sorry For Your Loss but it was the only one I could find and this was what I wanted. Also Not mine

Pairing: Wanda x Autistic!Reader

Word Count: 895

Warnings: Barely any angst, Comfort, Fluff, Self-Hatred, A little bit of hitting oneself

A/n: Wanted to write this short little fluff story with Autistic reader. This really has to do with Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, which is also highly linked to ADHD. I can struggle with it just wanted to write a comfort for it. So hopefully others can enjoy.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Wanda makes her way back to her room. She comes across your door slightly cracked and peers in seeing you sitting on the floor in front of your bed building a Lego set as the tv plays quietly in the background. She slowly opens the door and ventures in shutting the door behind her.

You had been avoiding Wanda all day and if you couldn’t get away you would give her one word answers. She was getting frustrated and upset that you were acting so cold. She was also worried that maybe she had done something to upset you. Wanda had told you something that she thought was minor and you apologized profusely to her not meaning to be upsetting or annoying to her. But you had worked it out and were fine last night when you said your good nights.

You hadn't even noticed Wanda come in until you heard the clicking of your door shutting. You look up at her and immediately wish that you could run, but there is nowhere to go and you know that you will have to deal with this now. Wanda won’t let you go until you talk to her and you know that. 

“Y/n/n what’s wrong? You have been avoiding me all day and when you’re not you are being cold and kind of rude.” Wanda sits down on the floor an arms length away from you. You start to fidget a little and pull your knees to your chest. “I’m sorry.” You look down not wanting to meet her gaze, your voice small. “Is this about last night?” She asks gently, hooking her finger under your chin and lifting your gaze to hers. There are tears already in your eyes as you shake your head trying to stop the tears from falling. She can see the conflict behind your eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s not you. I’m the one who is messed up. I mess everything up. I ruin everything. You don’t deserve this. You’re better off without me.” Your words come out fast and broken. Her heart breaking hearing your words. Your left hand threading through your hair as you take your right hand using your palm and hitting it against your head hating yourself hating your brain for making you this way. Continuing to mutter “Stupid, so stupid.” 

Wanda’s hand gently gripping your wrist and pulling them to her chest. Your hands gripping at the top of her shirt as she pulls you into her lap wrapping her arms around you tightly as you begin to sob into her shoulder. She gently rocks the both of you as she whispers reassurances in your ear. Lightly kissing the top of your head, keeping you tightly in her arms calming you slowly.

Once your sobs turn into sniffles Wanda gently pulls you back cupping your face in her hands. She uses the pads of her thumbs to wipe the tears on your cheeks. She is being so soft and tender with you which just makes your hate for yourself even more. She shakes her head with tears in her eyes. “You did not mess anything up and there is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect the way you are.” She gives you a tearful smile gently rubbing your cheek. You nuzzle into her hand looking for comfort. “Please don’t ever say I’m better off without you detka. I have not so much already and I can’t lose you too. I would give up the world to see your smile. You mean everything to me.” You can’t help the tears rolling down your cheeks at her words. She gently kisses your forehead, then your nose, and then finally leaves a kiss on your lips before leaning her head on yours. “I love you Y/n.”

More tears stream down your face. You can’t believe Wanda just said I love you. “Really?” Your voice sounds small and hopeful. She tearfully smiles and nods her head. “I love you so much.” She kisses you pouring all the love she has for you into that one kiss leaving you breathless. “I love you too.” You whisper, pressing your head back against hers. The room fills with both of your giggles at the confession. As your giggles die down you both stay there heads pressed together as you bask in the closeness and love. 

“I’m sorry I was being so cold and rude I didn’t mean to.” You break the silence. Wanda shakes her head with a small smile on her face. “Detka I know it is hard for you sometimes. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Know that I will always be here for you even if we disagree or argue. I will be patient and understanding of your needs.” You can’t help that more tears are shining in your eyes and you look down. “Thank you Wanda. I-I want to be here for you too.” She lifts your head back up for a kiss. 

“I love you.” Wanda hugs you closer as you bury your head in her neck. “I love you too.” You mumble smiling into her neck. This wasn’t how you thought any of this would go. This is when you know you have the best girlfriend in the world and want to spend the rest of your life with her.

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[kitashousewife]

“happy birthday shoyo!” your cheery voice cuts through the quiet room and hinata chuckles. it’s midnight in brazil, but you’re many hours ahead.

“thank you baby,” he rasps, voice tired and eyes a little sleepy after the long day. “are you up to anything fun today?”

you scoff, eyebrows raised from where you stand in your kitchen.

“that’s it? it’s your birthday sho! this isn’t about me,” you wave your hands dismissively and your boyfriend laughs.

truth be told, hinata was dreading his birthday. another day in a different country, far from his family and friends. based on how his phone is blowing up, it doesn’t seem like anyone forgot, but it’s just not the same. no special breakfasts, no traditions, no forced photos in front of his cake by his mom. just another day.

“i’m gonna sleep in, that’s for sure,” he sighs, flopping onto his back and holdimg you in the air. “i’m sure i’ll get a call from my mom and natsu, maybe tobio. but if not, no worries.”

“no worries?” you shriek. “shoyo it’s your birthday for crying out loud! you deserve the world every day, but especially today.”

he smiles at your frantic state, heart swelling at just how much you care and worry for him. every day he gets a reminder text from you about sunscreen and water, another about eating a good meal, and you’re always asking him to rest more than he would like to. you care so much, and he’s not sure what he would do without you.

“okay, okay,” the hand not holding his phone raises up. “i think i’ll sleep in and head down to the coffee shop i like and grab something to eat,” he thinks for a minute. “then i’ll come home, change, head to the beach for a few games, and then maybe mess around in the water. i’m sure it will be hot tomorrow.”

“don’t forget your sunscreen,” you advise, standing in your kitchen preparing lunch. you miss how hinata mouths exactly what you said, while you said it.

“oh, are you kidding? i would never,” he shakes his head, holding back a smirk when he sees you raise an eyebrow.

“the red on your chest says otherwise.”

ignoring the slight burn on his skin, he continues.

“there’s a spot pretty close to me that has the best food, the one i was telling you about a couple weeks ago. i’ll probably get dinner there, maybe pick up a treat on the way home, and then relax for the night. nothing too crazy.”

“please check your mail at some point! i won’t say why, but it might be a good idea to stop by,” you smile and hinata rolls his eyes. “but that sounds like a good birthday, sho.”

he nods, now very sleepy after feeling comforted by your voice.

“i’m really sorry i couldn’t spend your birthday with you.”

his heart sinks for a second, but he does his best to pull himself together.

“it’s okay baby, it will be a great day regardless. besides, i got to talk to you first thing on my birthday, so it’s already perfect. i’ll be sure to keep you updated on the day. it will be like you’re right here!”

he yawns, eyes getting heavier by the minute as he gets comfortable in his mattress. he ac hums in the background, slowly lulling him to sleep.

“get some sleep shoyo. i love you! happy birthday,” you smile wide and he grins. he mumbles a very tired i love you before hanging up. you put your phone in your pocket and grab the suitcase that sits near your front door, packed and ready to go.

if everything goes smoothly, you should be at the birthday boy’s door just in time for his breakfast run.

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[therabbitthatpostthings]

(Part 1) (Part 2) Final part to the Giyuu's Secret Family AU story thingy. This has single handily made me attached to the OC even though I still won't give her a name. Might draw her one day.... She/Her Pronouns.

Shinobu and Mitsuri seemed enraptured in Lady Tomioka’s tales of her friendship with Giyuu. The man she described was different from the one they had come to know. Telling these stories also helped calm her down and let Shinobu slip out to send word to the Master of her return. It was strange that the thought of love was so unbelievable but, here (Y/N) is, a blushing mess while just thinking of her husband.

“How cute..” Shinobu thought.

(Y/N) didn’t seem to mind, the dark and brooding Giyuu had disappeared a long time ago and now was her loving husband and father to their son. And Giyuu loved his son and wife so much. They both came from less than happy backgrounds. No village or home to return to or at least that would welcome them. Their families were destroyed and they hoped to forever be the loving parents for Hiroshi. That’s what (Y/N) loved most about Giyuu, he was hopeful. Hope was something she lost long ago but, if Giyuu believed in it, then she would believe in him.

Even when things got troublesome Giyuu still had hope and looked out for her. On one of her more troublesome missions, (Y/N) had believed the threat was over and she could sleep the night away. She fought valiantly and the village rewarded her for it. To her surprise she is awoken in the wee hours by a large crash. Just outside her room was Giyuu fighting a demon he chased from his location. Fighting with injuries and reopening wounds slowed her down but she managed to help kill the beast. She could barely stand from then on and the days following Giyuu would carry her back home, stopping at a Wisteria House along the way.

“You don’t have to take care of me Tomioka.” She said quietly as he rebandaged her leg.

“You say that all the time.” He stated. 

“I just… I don’t want to be a burden.” She replied.

“You aren’t.”

His tone had a slight tinge of annoyance. Hesitantly (Y/N) spoke again, “I don’t understand why you would care for me this much.”

“You ask me ‘why’ a lot. I care about you, isn’t that enough?” 

“I haven't done anything remarkable to be cared about by you. Or anyone for that matter.” (Y/N)’s voice trailed off. She clutched the edge of her robe, not trying to maintain eye contact.

“You are alive (L/N), that’s all I need.”

“What..”

“I don’t need you to do grand gestures, you talking to me everyday is enough.”

(Y/N) was at a loss for words. She couldn’t hide her blush as Giyuu finished and looked her in the eye. She quickly turned her head to the side. Her heart was racing and emotions washed over her like a waterfall.

“I like having you around.” He said softly.

This only made her blush deeper. She wasn’t even sure of her own feelings when she blurted out, “I-I would stay by your side if you asked me to! You're one of my only friends, Tomioka, so I won’t be a burden anymore! I promise!”

(Y/N) continued on with her stuttering. Giyuu felt a slight twinge in his chest. Looking at her, he could only think of one thing.

Burden…

A feeling he knew all too well. That wasn’t (Y/N) though. She could never be a burden to him. She made time to talk with him. Go out to dinner. They trained together, fought together. She made him feel lighter. (Y/N) was no burden. She was an integral part of him, one he couldn’t lose. Not again.

“-I know I can’t do much but I’ve already made it to Hinoe! I can get better, I can-”

Giyuu gently and slowly pulled (Y/N) in for a hug. He was somewhat awkward at it but it felt too good to hold her close to him. “Would you really stay by my side if I asked?”

“Y-Yes, of course.”

“Then stay by me, please. Stay alive (Y/N). That’s all I want.”

“I will,” She smiled to herself hugging him back. “I’ll stay by you Giyuu.”

(Y/N) remembered how they stayed up talking until they both fell asleep. How that became a routine and she practically lived at Giyuu’s estate. Giyuu’s not an openly affectionate person so it wasn’t a challenge to keep the relationship a secret. Despite (Y/N) only becoming stronger she was still not yet a Hashira so the thought of her dating one never crossed anyone’s mind (aside Masato). She giggled to herself as her face flushed again.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” Mitsuri asked.

“I’m fine! I was just thinking of how we were years ago. I was so shy around Giyuu, it’s embarrassing!” (Y/N) laughed.

Mitsuri couldn’t help but be endeared to (Y/N). “Now I have to know! How did he propose?” Shinobu popped back into the room, intrigued to know as well. (Y/N) face heated up again, remembering the night.

It wasn’t very often that Giyuu and (Y/N)’s days off crossed with each other but today was a lucky day. Looking back on it, she suspected he asked the Master for the day off. (Y/N) had been suspicious over the last couple days, starting with her Master being a lot happier these days. Actually Giyuu seemed happier too. Instead of staying in like normal, he suggested going out. After a good breakfast, the two left to walk around town and shop. It was a very calm day. It almost felt normal. As the day shifted to the evening they ate a hearty dinner and slowly made their way back to Giyuu’s estate. The sun was slowly starting to set as Giyuu turned to a clearing in the trees.

“What are you doing?”

“I think we should go this way, it’s a longer way back.”

(Y/N) smiled and took Giyuu’s hand, “Why the sudden change?”

“Just thought it would be nice.” He said as you two stepped off onto the clearing.

“Giyuu if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to lead me somewhere.” (Y/N) teased. A small light peaked through the clearing and you both came upon a clearing. There was a garden surrounded by two small ponds and wisteria trees overlooking them both. It was a gorgeous sight to see, especially with the full moon illuminating the area. Giyuu lead (Y/N) across the path to the large gazebo on the far side of the garden.

“Did you set all this up? It’s beautiful,” (Y/N) smiled.

Giyuu’s face was redder than it’s ever been before. He couldn’t look her in the eye as he took both her hands in his. He stood there in an embarrassed silence, grateful (Y/N) wasn’t rushing him.

“(Y/N),” He started slowly, “If I asked, would you stay by me…always?”

“My answer never changed, Giyuu. I’d follow you anywhere.”

Giyuu felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He finally looked up to see (Y/N)'s smiling face. She’s beautiful…

“I love you. The chances of us dying grow greater every day and I know one day I may go somewhere you cannot follow but, I’d rather come to that day knowing I had you with me. I feel happy around you, like I was given life again. I want to give that happiness to you. I want to marry you.”

(Y/N) was stunned. It was like the world stopped and they were the only ones that were alive still. Giyuu started to worry as (Y/N) hadn’t replied. She started crying!

“I-I understand if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just wanted to be with you- we don’t have to-“

“Giyuu! Of course I’ll marry you!” (Y/N) pulled him into a kiss. Giyuu recovered from the shock and kissed back. They pulled away and he rested his forehead against hers.

“I don’t think I believed in love until I met you.” (Y/N) smiled.

“I don’t think I was really living until I met you. I promise to always make you happy.”

—

“I think because we knew this life would eventually take us both that we should cherish what we have right now. We’re alive right now, let’s be happy and in love too. It’s a selfish wish, especially considering Hiroshi but, I can’t regret my choices now. I can only be better from here on out.”

“That was so beautiful!” Mitsuri cheered in full tears. “I’m so happy you and Tomioka found each other!”

“Thank you, I’m happy I met him.” (Y/N) smiled.

“I’ll go get you something to drink,” Shinobu excused herself. She barely made it two steps out the door before being bombarded by a frantic Tomioka at the door.

“Where is she?! Where is (Y/N)!?” Giyuu’s eyes darted around looking for his wife.. Uzui and Sanemi were close behind with bags in hand. 

“She’s stable. She’s talking to Mitsuri right now, calm down. You’ll worry her if she sees you so scared.” Shinobu said calmly. Giyuu tried to slow his breathing but could barely muster the confidence. He quickly moved past Shinobu into the room. (Y/N) and Mitsuri both jumped in their seats at the sound of the door slamming open. All composure left Giyuu as soon as he saw his bandaged wife. Giyuu pulled her into a tight hug.

“Giyuu, I-I didn’t send for you yet.” She said turning all her worry to her husband.

“The news came from Master.” He finally let go of the breath he was holding in. “I was so worried (Y/N).”

“I didn’t mean to scare you dear.” She smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. Giyuu settled on the bed, refusing to leave or even let go of (Y/N). A stark shift from the man that didn’t even want anyone to see his wife. You would think Giyuu was the one injured with the way she suddenly doted on him. The Hashira stood idly by as (Y/N) tended to her very worried husband. The same husband that hardly showed any affection last they all met was now clinging to her side. Both of them noticeably wearing their wedding bands as well.

“We brought food!” Uzui declared. “We were eating when we got the news. We might have left Muichiro behind.”

Sanemi and Uzui soon left after that, along with Mitsuri. They each waved their goodbyes to (Y/N) and she thanked them again. To Giyuu’s disapproval Shinobu informed them (Y/N) would stay the night. Regardless of his protess, (Y/N) agreed. “I couldn’t let Hiroshi see me like this.”

“I’ll tell Master Yamato that Hiroshi is staying the night then.” Giyuu stated, earning a look from (Y/N). “I’m not leaving you.”

“Giyuu I am fine.” (Y/N) reassured him.

With Hashira gone Giyuu spoke in a softer tone. “I know, but I want to stay with you.”

Knowing she couldn’t argue, (Y/N) gave in. Shinobu came back soon after to lend (Y/N) clothes. The Butterfly girls helped her to the bath while Giyuu stayed, still worried.

“It’s so strange seeing you affectionate Tomioka.” Shinobu smiled, handing him a set of sleeping clothes.

“Are you teasing me?”

“No. I just wanted to say, I’m happy for you. You and your family.”

#shitpost #shitposting #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tomioka giyu x reader #tomioka giyuu #writing fanfics at 3 am #cringe- #no beta we die like men #Giyuu Secret Family AU #demon slayer oc #kny oc #might give her name #*puts on list of other demon slayer oc's* #I named her #her name is Seiko- Tomioka Seiko

[sserpente]

A/N: I’m just gonna leave this here without any explanation.

Words: 1070 Warnings: smut

Both Eddie and the Reader are over the age of 21 in my Imagines. If you’re wondering how that works if the Reader is still at school with Eddie… me too!

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This one was on Eddie. You’d covered him after his chemistry teacher had found his cigarette supply and taken the blame because he was about an arm’s length from being suspended. After a nice and long scolding by both the chemistry teacher and the principal, you had sat in a silent room for over two hours, waiting for detention to pass quicker while reciting song lyrics in your head.

Oh, he owed you now. He owed you at least three milkshakes, a visit to Scoops Ahoy and a private D&D session—the latter of which involved the two of you going at it like wild animals but oh well.

“Hi, Wayne!” You didn’t bother to knock anymore, instead marched right in when you reached the trailer. Wayne nodded his head and lifted his arm in a casual greeting, a beer bottle in one hand and the remote in the other. He tore his gaze from the TV for a moment.

“Hey, kid. Eddie’s in his room.”

“Thanks!”

You kicked off your shoes, walking straight in. You were greeted by surprisingly quiet metal music playing in the background. As usual, Eddie’s room was a mess. Worn band shirts scattered everywhere, his school books one massive pile on his desk. His bed was unmade today and he had rolled the little shelf with his small TV away from it to face the desk chair that he was sitting on—naked from the waist down, hard and dripping cock in hand, pumping away to a porn movie playing on the TV.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening—because as much as you wanted to draw your gaze away and leave him to his private little moment, you couldn’t. Fuck, he looked hot. Hot and shocked that you had interrupted him.

He called out your name with wide eyes, fumbling for the remote. His fingers were shaking so much—it must have been from arousal rather than his sudden nervousness—the exaggerated moaning of the female actress in the movie did not cease for a while. By the time he finally managed to switch it off and then almost fell off the chair in an attempt to cover himself with his blanket, you were on the verge of laughter.

You crossed your arms before your chest. “We need to teach you about the function of door locks,” you said, chuckling to yourself.

“Sorry, I-I wasn’t, I mean…”

“Don’t apologise. I will certainly never forget that view ever again.”

The look on his face was downright suspicious. “You’re not… mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Finally, you closed the door behind you, locked it, and sat down on his bed.

“That I’m using porn to get off instead of making out with you?”

“I wouldn’t even be mad if you got off to Carrie Fisher. We all have fantasies,” you said with a wink.

“Huh. Steve said to make sure you don’t see this shit when I checked it out.”

“Steve? You rented this from Family Video?”

“Yeah… it was Steve who recommended that one to me, actually.”

“Okay. Okay, that I did not want to know. That’s dick talk between guys.” You chuckled once more. In the meantime, Eddie shifted a little on his chair. Oh, dear. Your boyfriend must have still been painfully hard after being interrupted so rudely. Good thing it had been you to walk in on in and not Wayne. Now that would have been awkward but you would have given anything to see it.

“You could have just asked me for help though, you know.”

“You weren’t here yet, I got horny.”

“I can see that. And, uh, yeah, I wasn’t here yet because I was in detention because of you.” Eddie grinned coyly and you slid off the bed again, falling to your knees right before his chair. “You owe me for that,” you continued before pulling away the blanket and tugging his hands away from his dick to take their place.

A moan escaped his lips and he threw his head back when you began to stroke him for a while. He’d clearly lubed himself up before he’d started. You didn’t know how long he’d been going at it already before you arrived but judging by the sounds he made, he wouldn’t be much longer.

You gave him a lascivious look, pulling your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way and bent forward, closing your lips around his tip. Tongue swirling around it and teasing his slit, you watched Eddie buck his hips to push himself deeper into your mouth as both his fleshy taste and that of the almost minty lube hit your taste buds. You hollowed your cheeks out, bopping your head up and down in a steady rhythm until you had him writhing in his chair. It took him all restraint to not grab a fistful of your hair and fuck your mouth raw, you could tell by the way he hissed and breathed through his teeth. Instead, Eddie’s hands came up to caress your hair, his right thumb stroking your cheek, urging you on.

You moaned quietly then, hoping the vibrations of your voice would edge him on even more—and when his chocolate brown eyes met yours, he was a lost cause. He only managed to watch you suck him off for a few more seconds before his arousal got the better of him and he came down your throat with an animalistic grunt, forcing you to swallow his warm cum all whilst he was jerking against the roof of your mouth. Hungrily, you kept on sucking, not letting a single drop escape.

You licked your lips when he was all spent and on the verge of oversensitivity, releasing him with a plopping sound. Eddie’s length was glistening with your saliva now, your jaw aching from your rough movements, and your panties… your panties were soaked.

“Fuck… that was fun,” he choked out, panting and giving you a cheeky grin.

“Oh, yeah?” You wiped your mouth, standing up to climb on his lap.

“Yeah.”

“Better than porn, right? Anyway, you owe me at least a dozen orgasms for saving your ass today.”

Eddie feigned exhaustion and then grinned devilishly. “Huh, I better get started right away then.”

You laughed when he lifted you up and threw you on the bed. Perhaps you should catch him watching some filthy films more often.

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A/N: Oh well! ;-)

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie stranger things imagine #joseph quinn

[stay-dazed]

stray kids as dads 2

notes: female reader, and you're a married couple. all the children are the same age, these are just little extra scenarios :) i'm sorry if any of it seems rushed.

chan: you’re so thankful that chan has the week off. not only do you get to spend quality time with your loving husband, but you also get to focus on specific things around the house that you just couldn’t before with most of your attention on taime. today chan’s picking him up from school which gives you the chance to clean under the kitchen sink for the first time in a little while.

and that’s how you find out that you’re completely out of mopping solution, which is what you were planning on doing next. well.. you could just hop in your car and head to the supermarket a couple blocks down to get what you need… or you could just call chan who’s already out and ask him to pick it up.

“hey baby, what’s up?” chan hasn’t changed his nickname for you since you both started dating 10 years ago now. He almost sounds exactly the same.

“hi mama!!” a little voice calls in the background.

a smile spreads across your face. “hi boys! oh i miss both my boys so much!”

chan chuckles and asks,”did you call because you just miss us too much?”

you respond,”well yes but actually no. i need you to pick up some mopping solution from the store on your way back, please?”

“of course baby!” chan answers quickly and happily,” we love going on little side quests for our girl, don’t we taime?”

you hear taime excitedly agree from the backseat where he sits strapped in his carseat, and your heart grows just a little bit bigger. you just sit and listen as your boys talk excitedly about the little errand they’re running together.

"hey baby? do you want some i-c-e c-r-e-a-m? yeah i'll get some for us tonight- nothing son, don't worry about it."

minho: minho is the most reliable and responsible man you’ve known. and your errand run will only keep you out of the house for about an hour at most. how bad can they be?

that’s what you said to yourself, until you got back home that is.

various toys strewn about on the floor, which isn’t uncommon, but added to that mess, a bunch of little white feathers coming from a pillow that’s popped open, having stood no chance against the pillow fight of the century. you meant to toss that old pillow out but apparently forgot to do so.

your attention is pulled away from the scene by a soft meow coming from doongie. he has a little decorative hair tie wrapped around his tail, and of course a tiny pink lipstick mark on his forehead. you wonder if it’s too late to just slowly walk back out the door…

two pairs of gentle, twinkling eyes stare back at you from the couch, caught red-handed. you’ve always adored how jimin had her appa’s eyes. “looks like you two had fun while i was gone..”

“mommy!!” jimin says while running to you, pink paint still fresh on her fingertips.

you scoop her up in your arms, careful to not get any of the paint on yourself. “hi baby,” you say to her while gently wiping some crumbs from her last snack off of her face. minho continues watching you with a little hair tie slowly slipping out of his hair.

“i didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he says,” um… i’ll clean this up.”

“i know you will,” you say as a matter of factly, and walk over to kiss his cheek. “thank you for watching her, honey. you’re a very good daddy.”

"honestly i don't know what happened, everything was just a blur of pink."

changbin: changbin is a strong man by every definition of the word, but when it comes to nari he’s an absolute pushover. that’s how the three of you ended up here, in a humble little pet shop.

you stroll through the few aisles lined with tanks full of little pets, from hamsters to chinchillas. you and changbin follow nari around, occasionally remarking to each other about how cute the animals are.

but once you come across the reptile section, changbin is notably less happy. poor thing. you don’t mind reptiles yourself, but changbin is more wary of them. as well as insects, bats, amphibians, fish, some species of bird, and basically anything that isn’t fluffy.

“daddy look!” nari suddenly says when she comes across the last case “lookit this one!” her hands are pressed to the glass, her eyes are filled with excitement.

hesitantly, changbin makes his way over to her and kneels to her height. “what is it, honey?”

a leopard gecko, that’s what. a young one judging by the size of it. it’s a cute little thing, napping on a rock in its enclosure. and changbin is looking at it like he’s staring death itself in the face. “that’s… very nice, sweetheart.”

“can i get it, daddy?” nari looks up at him with those excited eyes.

uh oh.

he can’t look away from her puppy eyes and within seconds, he caves. with a defeated sigh he says,” alright..”

you add,” it’s not a toy though, baby. so we all need to take very special care of him to keep him happy and healthy.” nari nods excitedly in agreement.

so here you are, heading to the front of the shop to find an employee for help. you glance at changbin and note his distraught face. fighting back a smile you say,” well, at least you’re not allergic to geckos.

"y/n i don't think you understand, this is scarier than when i was auditioning for jyp."

hyunjin: art has been a part of hyunjin’s life for years now. it adds meaning and emotion and thought. he’s tried many different types of media but found a safe place in painting. ocean landscapes, flowers, and you have been his favorite things to paint. but a new favorite has come along and that’s his dear joon.

you walk into the art room with a glass of plum juice and a small plate of rice snacks in hand, something to give hyunjin a bit of energy while he works. he’s adding a bit of color to a simple sketch of joon, regularly glancing over at her as she sleeps soundly in her cot that he put in the room for the time being.

“how’s it going darling?” you ask while placing the snacks on the desk next to him. you take a moment to glance at his work over his shoulder, and of course it looks amazing. you wouldn’t expect anything less.

he sniffs and brushes some hair out of his face with the back of his hand. somehow there’s specks of paint just on his nose. “it’s going well. she has such beautiful features to capture.”

“mmm…” you hum in agreement and place a kiss on his cheek.

hyunjin basks in the warmth of your affection. with a soft smile and adoring eyes he turns to look up at you. you smile back at him, so ready to just place another kiss but to his lips.

a loud cry fills the air.

you and hyunjin look at each other for a moment before chuckling together. hyunjin goes to pick up joon out of her cot, placing her safely in his arms where he bounces her gently in hopes to calm her down. he also gives her butt a little rhythmic pat.

you join them, reaching to brush joon’s fine hair out of her face. “i fear she’s going to be just as dramatic as you are, darling.”

"okay? you say that like it's a bad thing."

jisung: jisung got a lot of well-deserved sleep on his first day off from work, leaving him open to tons of fun activities today with his favorite little boy.

to start off the day, junseo has a healthy breakfast of juice, yogurt, and fruit slices while you and jisung agree on having the rest of last night’s leftovers. junseo’s face has a few lines of yogurt on it and his hands are sticky from the fruit. this is what happens when you let him feed himself as he insisted.

jisung looks at his boy and tries to stifle a laugh. “honey, look at him,” he says, his cheeks puffy with food,” isn’t he so cute?”

you laugh softly too and reach over with your napkin to wipe junseo off as thoroughly as you can before he wiggles away. “adorable,” you agree.

junseo looks back and forth between the two of you before flashing a big smile, chewed up fruit bits between the gaps of his baby teeth. normally you find chewed food disgusting (jisung makes sure to bother you with it at the worst possible times), but it’s just so cute when your baby boy does it with glee.

jisung doesn’t stifle his laugh this time around, and he reaches over to gently pinch junseo’s little cheek that closely resembles his own.

"the gene runs strong in the family. yes i am very proud of it, thank you for noticing."

felix: felix absolutely loves to swim, and he wanted theo to love it just as much. but due to his smaller than normal size theo can’t swim yet, so he has an iffy feeling about the water. felix tries his best to help him.

he fastens some floaties snugly to theo’s arms, encouraging him all the while. “you got this, teddy bear,” he says as you reach over to rub a bit more sun screen onto theo’s button nose.

“you won’t let me go, right daddy?” he looks up at felix with wide eyes.

“i won’t teddy, i promise.”

felix carefully steps into the plastic kid pool with theo on his hip, so that the water comes up slowly. theo keeps a firm grip on his daddy’s swim shirt, watching as the cool water reaches his elbows.

“you’re okay baby, you’re doing a great job,” you say with a smile as you watch them from your spot on the pool ladder.

theo looks at you nervously, then back at his daddy. felix smiles back at him,” how’re you doing son? do you like the feeling of the water? it’s nice when it’s so hot out, right?”

with the arm that isn’t holding theo against his hip, felix scoops a bit of water into the cupped hand and then lets it drip down his son’s head and back. theo blinks quickly, getting used to the odd feeling. that’s when you get an idea.

suddenly you splash water in their direction, soaking felix’s back but careful not to hit your son. he looks at you, theo looks up at him. you try but fail to hold back your growing smile. theo follows your example and smacks his hand into the water so that it sprays up, wetting felix even more.

the backyard fills with laughter.

"well... at least he's not afraid of touching the water anymore."

seungmin: you leave the room of the party a couple hours into it because you feel too drowsy to keep up the energy. the sound of belle singing and crayons on paper fade into the background as you reach the bedroom and find comfort in the bed’s soft blankets.

you expected to have a quick power nap on your own before joining your husband and daughter again, but just as you’re about to slip into sleep you feel the bed dip slightly.

“hi mama,” chin-sun whispers as she crawls under the blankets and snuggles into your side. sometimes you forget that she knows how to climb onto the ottoman which allows her to reach the bed.

“hi baby,” you mumble, holding her close to your chest. hopefully she just ends up napping with you.

the two of you lay together for a few minutes, and luckily chin-sun hasn’t gotten rowdy or anything. her breathing has started to even out. she must’ve been running out of energy too. you feel yourself start to drift off again.

then the bed dips again, this time behind you.

you don’t even open your eyes. you just lay still and feel the blankets adjust and a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around you securely. seungmin’s familiar scent is so comforting, his breathing relaxing. you crack your eyes open momentarily to see that the arm seungmin has wrapped around you reaches chin-sun.

he rubs little circles on her back with his thumb, slowing down gradually as he begins dozing off. his nose tickles a little as it presses into your hair. finally, with your family snuggled together, you can finally sleep.

"sleep well, my loves..."

jeongin: jeongin has always been the type to do what he calls “shopping therapy”. a new necklace or pair of shoes, a small lego set to put together, or even just a basket-full of his favorite snacks. and once haneul came along, he had an even better excuse to get all these fun things.

of course he doesn’t overspend, he is a responsible father after all. but not everything he gets is necessary perse. like the stuffed fox taking your son’s place in his stroller and the bright cartoonish butterfly painted on jeongin’s face. the sight catches you off guard as you walk up to them after being separated in the mall for a little while.

haneul is obviously following in his papa’s footsteps in becoming the biggest stuffie collector you’ve seen; you don’t even think this one will fit on his little bed with all the others. and the face painting.. you don’t know if this is random or completely expected to see.

“wow,” you say as you stand in front of them,” you two must’ve had a lot of fun, huh?”

haneul bounces in excitement, making it difficult for jeongin to keep his grip on his hand. “papa! ‘im papa!” he’s looking back and forth between you and the fox stuffie.

“ohhh,” you nod in understanding,” papa got that for you? that’s so nice hannie! and look at you, walking next to papa like a big boy.”

jeongin smiles at looks at you. “we stopped by a toy store on our way back, and well, i couldn’t just not get the fox for him.”

“and the butterfly?” “they were having free face painting today.” “ah.”

"so what if it was mostly children getting their faces painted? it's not a crime to have fun, y/n."

#original writing #kpop #positivity #safe space #aesthetic #sfw only #comfy #cozy #stray kids #skz #imagines #scenarios #headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids headcanons #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz headcanons #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #jeongin

[slytherinshua]

File Folder

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. crack(?) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: none. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: woozi x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.4k. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: i'm on a sugar high, and a woozi high, and it's midnight so this fic could be a mess or a masterpiece, and i'll only know once i read it again after sleeping so if it sucks i'm sorry lol.

Your boyfriend, Jihoon, had told you to meet him in his studio right after dance practice since he had some free time in his schedule. He was always busy, so you both clung onto the rare breaks in schedules for dear life and took advantage of them to go on dates or just spend some quality time together. 

You were a bit early walking through his studio doors that he had left unlocked, smiling at the paintings and layout of the famous Universe Factory. Everything was so him, and it only reminded you of how much you missed him.

You sat down in his producing chair, spinning around slowly as you waited. You spotted one of his soft black hoodies thrown messily on the shelf and you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching out and grabbing it. You pulled it over your head with a smile, enjoying the smell of Jihoon’s cologne left on the garment.

You continued to wait, looking around the room and examining your boyfriend’s possessions as you waited for him to return. He was clearly running late, but you didn’t mind. You certainly wouldn’t get upset over it. He worked at least 5 times harder than you did.

You glanced over at his desktop, a smile spreading on your face when you saw your favourite picture of you two set as the background image. You looked at it a little closer. It had been a while since you had last seen it.

It was taken about 4 years ago by Seokmin, featuring younger versions of you and Jihoon. He had sneaked in a candid picture of you two with your boyfriend shyly kissing your cheek. He had only taken it to tease Jihoon with, but you both ended up loving it so much that your boyfriend now saw it every day.

You glanced over at the time: 18:12. Practice should have ended by now, so you had no doubt your boyfriend would walk through the doors soon enough. 

A file under the clock caught your eye. It had your name on it. You know you shouldn’t sneak through Jihoon’s things, but in your 5 year relationship, you had shared almost everything with each other. Except, you had never seen this file before, and curiosity got the best of you.

Clicking on it revealed a number of MIDI files, all old demos you presumed. You clicked on the first one, grabbing the headphones on the desk and pressing play.

Just as you had suspected, it was a love song. You knew your boyfriend was a secret romantic. No matter how hard he tried to conceal it for his own pride, he was down bad for you, and you knew it more than anyone. But this was above even your understanding of how much he was in love with you.

You were tearing up at the lyrics almost immediately, and from the date the file was created, you could place it as being written during one of his long tours. How much he had missed you was beautifully reflected in the lyrics, stringing together poetic lines along with his heavenly vocals.

Tears were actively streaming down your face as the song ended and you clicked on the next one. It seemed as if Jihoon wanted you to go through more severe mood swings than when you were on your period, because the next demo was more upbeat. 

He had written a song about your peculiar relationship, and all the little inside jokes you two had. You were smiling widely at the mention of your first ice cream date portrayed perfectly in the lyrics of the first verse, and again when in the bridge, Jihoon sang about the time you were determined to get a kitten and thought he was being replaced. Your heart clenched as he ended it with a soft “I love you”.

You paused, unable to go on to the third file in the folder without a break. You placed your head on the table, tear stains still visible on your pink stained cheeks from your smiles and laughter.

“Darn you, Jihoon. Stop being such a genius.” You muttered to yourself, fanning your face in an attempt to calm down. It didn’t work very well, as your heart was still racing and emotions were still circulating wildly as you clicked on the next song.

You listened to all 5 songs in the folder, going through another rollercoaster. The first song took you through lovesick emotions in a soft ballad, while the second was a cheesy love song you could imagine suiting Seventeen’s debut year image. 

The third song was your favourite of the bunch. You could guess that your boyfriend had written it out of anger after one of your small fights. His fiery emotions translated into clever lyrics with an underlying message that no matter what you did, he could never stay mad at you and that frustrated him. You thought it was cute.

The last two were along more similar lines to the first, personal lyrics and gorgeous instrumental melodies. At the end of it, you were kicking yourself for not sneaking through his computer and finding these earlier.

And, like clockwork, soon after you had finished your listening session, the musician himself finally walked through the door. His hair was still damp, and his shirt had some water drops staining it. You could easily identify that he had rushed to take a shower before seeing you, resulting in his tardiness. 

“Sorry, practice ran long and then I had to run to get in a shower before coming here.” He huffed, out of breath slightly.

“Did you run here?” You asked, surprised at his heavy breathing.

He nodded, eyes squeezing shut, “I just really wanted to see you.”

“Aww…” You pouted slightly, even more charmed by him after hearing the songs. “Come here. Get your daily hugs.” He shuffled over and you stood up, burying your face in his chest.

“You’re a thief, Y/n.” He murmured, rubbing your back up and down, obviously referring to his hoodie you wore.

“Well, you’re a liar.” You fired back, hugging him tighter.

“When did I ever lie to you?” He asked, unfazed by your words.

“You said you had shared everything about you with me.” You said, “But you lied.” 

“What?” He pulled apart, confusion starting to form in his lined forehead and furrowed brows.

“The file.” You stated simply.

“What file…” He muttered, face paling a bit. You knew he already knew.

“But I’ll forgive you for keeping things from me, since the secret you were keeping was so freaking cute.” You smiled, explaining it to him as he looked over at the computer with wide eyes, the still open folder left as evidence to your earlier actions.

“Y/n…” His jaw was slightly agape, unsure of what to say. To be honest, the poor guy wanted to melt into the floor. He never actually considered that you would ever hear those old demos. He had stashed them away thinking they would never see the light of day again.

“Personally, number 3 is my fav. You’re cuter when you’re frustrated.” You grinned, brushing some of his damp hair away from his forehead and gobsmacked expression on his face. He stayed silent for a while, cheeks burning in embarrassment and shyness as his eyes travelled to you and then back to the open folder on his desktop.

“So what did you want to do for the date?” You questioned, trying to help Jihoon snap out of his shocked state.

“You really listened to them all…?” He asked quietly and you nodded.

“You didn’t think I would ever find them, did you?”

“No.” He managed a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair to ease the tension.

“If you asked for my opinion, I think you could make it a mini album and call it ‘The 5 Stages of Love’.” You said unseriously, already cracking up at the idea. 

Jihoon chuckled, finally relaxing thanks to your joke. He closed the file on the computer and sat back in his chair. “Since you heard them all… Should I make another? I could base it on this very moment. Like your partner finding out a big secret of yours or something.” He rambled, continuing the unserious mood you had created.

“Sounds like a hit to me.” You grinned.

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[sickofitall31]

Through My Bedroom Window

Isaac Lahey x fem!reader (18+ SMUT) 🤍

Hope y'all enjoy this one! 🤍

I don’t exactly know how all of this started. Isaac and I had been best friends since forever, and now here we were: him sat on my bed with his back against the headboard, me straddling his hips, our lips locked in a passionate battle.

He moaned against me as I adjusted myself in his lap, his hands coming down from cupping my neck and jaw to rest on my waist, guiding my hips to gyrate against his own. Our lips parted as we both let out sighs of pleasure, our breathing turning heavy as we moved against each other.

“Fuck, just like that Y/N.” He moaned out deeply as I moved into him again. Our chests were touching, both moving up and down rapidly. My mouth was open and my head was thrown back in pleasure when Isaac began leaving the marks along my neck and collar bones. I moaned out from his touch, his lips trailing back up to mine. 

The kiss was brief before he pulled back again and removed the white t-shirt he was wearing. My hands ran down his hard chest to his sculpted abs, biting my lip as I did so. I looked up to his face to see a small smirk on his features. He leaned in and kissed me again, before running his hands up my sides and sliding my shirt over my head, leaving me bare in front of him.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before running his hands over my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples as he went. I moaned at his touch, placing my hands over his and leading them over my body.

The movie we had been watching beforehand had been completely abandoned, and it played quietly in the background, it’s changing lights creating an almost other worldly effect. The light would highlight Isaac’s features making him appear to be even more god-like than he ordinarily would.

Our kisses continued as Isaac moved our position so I was lying beneath him. He trailed kisses down my neck to my breasts where he sucked, licked and nipped at both. I was a moaning mess beneath him - trying my best not to catch the attention of my parents downstairs.

Although they knew Isaac and I were best friends, and they loved him, I knew the thought of him sneaking up to my window late into the night would make them uneasy. Nothing had happened for years. Until now.  

Isaac’s kisses trailed lower down my stomach until he reached the band of my pyjama shorts. “Is this ok?” He asked, his eyed meeting mine as I leaned up on my elbows. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, heat rushing to my face as he slowly pulled my shorts down my legs and off, thrown somewhere across my bedroom. 

He placed kisses lower and lower until he met the band of my white lacy underwear. “Mmm, you look so good right now, Y/N.” He moaned lowly, looking into my eyes again, his hooded and clouded with lust.

“Only for you, Isaac.” I told him quietly. He moaned lowly as he returned his kisses to my inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer to where I needed him. I had the best kind of butterflies in my lower stomach as he got closer and eventually placed a kiss over my underwear, right over my clit.

I bit my lip and moaned, my head thrown back and back arching into his touch. His large hands were on my thighs keeping them open for him. “Please, take them off.” I whined.

I heard him chuckle lowly before he finally slid my panties off, leaving me completely exposed. I guess he couldn’t wait any longer to tease as he dove right in. His mouth finding my clit straight away, licking and sucking again. 

My hand came down over my mouth as I moaned out, this only encouraged him further. My other hand flew down to tangle in his soft curls as he went to work on me.

One of his hands held my hips down onto the bed while he slid 2 fingers into my pussy with the other. I was arching off the bed in so much pleasure as he went down. I pulled on his hair lightly, moaning as he nipped softly at my clit. This caused him to moan against my pussy, slowly making his way up, removing his fingers (much to my dismay), and coming up to kiss me once again. 

I moaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away from my lips and maintained eye contact as he raised his fingers that were inside of me to his lips to suck off my arousal. I bit my lip once again and gazed up at him. A low growl rose in his chest. “Taste so good, princess.” He told me with a small smirk. I smiled up at him reached up to bring him down to me again, kissing him once more.

My hands trailed down his sculpted body again to reach his pyjama pants. I sat up on my elbows as we broke apart for a second. He helped me pull them the rest of the way off, his hard cock springing free. My eyes widened in awe at his size. He chuckled lowly as he used two fingers to lift my chin, looking into my eyes lustfully. I bit my lip under his almost primal gaze.

He lent down to kiss me again, lightly pushing me back down onto the bed once more. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his cock brushing against me; this time nothing in the way. Isaac broke the kiss and began to leave kisses down to my neck, nipping at the space between neck and shoulder. I moaned quietly again, whimpering as he kissed and licked over my new mark.

“I need you, Isaac.” I managed to whine out, the need inside of me becoming too much to handle. He slowly made his way back up my neck and to my mouth where he left one more lingering kiss.

He reached inbetween our bodies and gripped his hard cock, slowly running it between my wet folds, and tapping it onto my clit, causing my body to jolt slightly. His forehead rested on mine as he slowly pushed himself into me, the stretch causing me to moan out once more, slightly louder than anticipated.

Isaac smiled down at me, and lightly placed his hand over my mouth. “Shh-shh, Y/N. We wouldn’t want your parents to hear, would we?” He taunted lowly. 

I slowly shook my head, and he took his hand away. “Good girl.”

He began to rock himself into me as I became used to his size. His tip brushing my G-spot as his thrusts became faster and more deep. I had to bite my lip in order not to moan. Isaac nestled his head into my neck, occasionally letting a deep moan or growl out. 

The closer I was to my release, the harder it was to suppress my moans, and Isaac could sense this. He lifted his head and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, both of our moans being caught within one another. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s so good, princess.” Isaac moaned into our kiss. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Please cum, Isaac.” I whimpered in response; my own release fast approaching. “I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming.” I moaned, my nails digging into his sculpted back muscles, eyes shutting from such intense pleasure.

Isaac reached down to rub my clit as I came hard. Biting my lip in order to stop myself from practically screaming out. Isaac pounded into me faster as his release approached, my pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Was the last thing he groaned out before he stopped his thrusts, cumming inside of me.

He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. I lay my head on his chest as he kissed the top of my head. I pulled the covers over us, my eyes fluttering closed soon after from exhaustion. 

“Goodnight, Isaac.” I whispered out, sleep almost taking over.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.” He whispered back.

“I love you too.”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

I would love a student!r x Morticia and she meets r and is just gobsmacked by her, the same thing with r is innocent and when she first lays her eyes on Morticia, reader, doesn’t know what to do. She just plushes, and she acts very shy around Morticia. Morticia can clearly see that reader wants her so Morticia starts to Tease reader by putting her hand on her thigh, whispering to her, but slightly given her a kiss on the neck and because of how innocent reader is, she doesn’t necessarily know what’s going on, but she feels very turn on buy it and she would just love to be under Morticia but she doesn’t know what’s going on

(With a daddy kink, strap, knife kink, blood kink and r goes feral when tish speaks French)

Hey hey hey, anon! Thanks for the request! I will do my best, this sounds like a fun and challenging one 😏 I do know Latin, just not French… I tried to make the French as accurate with my Latin background as possible… 😁

Mon Amour ~young!Morticia Addams xFem student!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap fucking, daddy kink, blood kink, words/French kink, knife kink, praise kink, degrading kink, etc.

Long Blurb

Enjoy (;

You were infatuated with a certain witch of your age at your school:

Mortcicia Frump.

She was just… something else entirely…

But every time you came across you, you clammed up for some reason…

You stuttered, and blushed, and clenched your thighs involuntarily, and sometimes you even ended up with soggy knickers which you just couldn’t explain.

That’s why you often used your abilities around her…

You could turn invisible.

And you naturally did so when you were anxious or embarrassed…

But you couldn’t see her any other way…

Little did you know, Morticia could always sense your presence, even when you were invisible…

She could smell your arousal, your innocence and it drove her insane with how naive you were.

Morticia couldn’t help but play with you… She just couldn’t help herself…

So, she started to pay you more attention.

It was a fun little game…

how much could she get you to react to her, by the simplest things?

Morticia would purposely sit next to you during classes… and she would purposely rest her hand lightly against your tensed thigh, causing you to blush and clench them together even more.

When you were in the dining hall, Morticia would pass you while getting her food or pass your table, and she’d whisper the smallest teases into your ear, causing you to choke on your food or your mouth to go dry.

Especially if it was in French…

You were an expert in Latin, so you and Morticia were the only ones to know what she would say in French…

God, her French made you squirm…

It was impossible…

You were in the library, when you heard Morticia enter. You immediately turned invisible.

You let out a sigh and continued to look for your preferred book, when a pair of hands wrapped around you from behind.

You yelped in surprise, but we’re quickly sated by Morticia’s trancing voice, “Shhh, It’s just me, Mon Amour…” she purred.

You fiercely blushed, losing your invisibility now that you’d been caught.

“Did you really think that your Petit truc d'invisibilité would work on me?” Morticia teased, as she began to run her lips down your neck making you shudder and gasp.

“Remember… I’m a Sorcière, Mon Amour… I can not just see you, but je peux sentir ta présence…” she purred into your ear.

You whimpered from all the touch you were receiving. You moaned at her words, making Morticia moan back in repsponse.

You wanted it, you wanted more… you wanted to be underneath her… you didn’t know why…

Suddenly, Morticia bit down on your pressure point, drawing blood. You groaned from the pain mixed with pleasure in response. Morticia hummed with delight.

“Let’s take this somewhere private, shall we, Mon Amour?” she asked while biting your lip.

You groaned in response, nodding your head.

Morticia quickly led your sex puddle mess of an ass to her room, where she immediately pushed you against her door, marking your neck over and over.

“These need to go.” She waves to your clothes with impatience and need.

You whimpered, confused but ready to do anything for her.

You quickly took off your uniform, leaving you in your bra and soaked knickers…

Morticia hummed in delight, “is this all for me, Mon Amour?” indicating to your knickers.

You whimpered, her French sent shivers down your spine and stopped at some weird, oddly soothing space…

“Yes…” you whispered.

Morticia pushed you against her door, revealing a knife against your throat, making you gasp and your pupils dialate.

“Yes what?” Morticia almost snarled, placing the dull edge of the knife sternly against your throat.

“Yes… Daddy…” you moaned out.

You didn’t understand it, but it just felt right…

And Morticia was obviously satisfied at this answer as she practically moaned releasing you from her knife hold.

“On the bed.” She ordered.

You immediately followed.

Morticia began to de-robe down to her silky, black undergarments…

Then, she went to a drawer and pulled out a black plastic object with straps. She placed it around her.

It made you squirm relentlessly on the bed…

Morticia then made her way on to the bed…

She spread your legs and straddled you.

“What does Mon Amour want, hmm? What do you want Daddy to do?” Morticia purred, over you.

You were breathless… you could process…

Morticia harshly but your lip, eliciting a groan from you… you could taste your own blood…

“Mots, slut.” Morticia demanded.

“Yes! God yes, please Daddy…! I want you…!!” You mewled, bucking your hips up to meet her.

Morticia grinned, your blood evident on her pale lips.

She swiftly undid your bra and tore off your knickers.

And lined her dick up with you wet cunt…

“Daddy’s going to fuck you senseless now, you understand Mon Amour?” Morticia taunted.

“Please Daddy!!” You cried, in desperate need for her.

And that’s when Morticia thrusted herself into you for the first, but certainly not the last time…

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[woman-of-balnain]

Corruption Part 1/3 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Part (Coming Soon)

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Request: Alpha Rick x Omega Reader….reader was sheltered and doesn’t really understand heats/ruts/presentations as their parents were religious extremists who refused to discuss anything so “unseemly”…let’s say they’re a late bloomer so they could be early 20s at the youngest, so age-gap…anyway, reader has to learn not only how to survive the zombie apocalypse but about presentations too. And there’s something about Rick’s scent that is just making them crazy and one day their heat comes and Rick has to guide them through…what do ya think?

A/N for Anon: Okay, so this may be far less plot than you were hoping for! I tried to write it but I worried about how innocent I was making the reader. Please let me know if you want a sort of prologue to this chapter (another anon ask is fine!) and exactly how innocent and clueless she can be and I will gladly write it!

Also, I'm not sure if I should have Rick cumming inside later and if he should claim her or not. Please let me know if you have a preference and I will accommodate it. And I'm so sorry this ended up becoming 3 parts instead of 1 but the idea just kept expanding. You really gave me the plot bunnies with this request and I love you for it haha

A/N:

I tried to keep Reader’s religious background ambiguous so you can picture it as anything, but I didn’t grow up religious so I’m sorry if I blatantly messed that up without realizing 😅

This is set in the prison era but it's kinda ambiguous as to when. I just figured that was still early enough after the outbreak for Reader to only just run out of suppressants if she had a bit of a stash of them, plus it gives them more opportunities for privacy compared to the quarry, the farm or being on the road.

I've messed with the prison a bit though. Since warden's usually had their own house on site in older prisons, I've got it so the warden in this one had their own quarters, which the group has agreed to keep reserved for heat/ruts cycles.

I'm also obsessed with Rick's lips rn and sorry, but the gifs are gonna reflect that lmao

Some notes on the a/b/o elements in this one:

Alphas and Omegas are fairly rare. Most people are just betas, making Reader's lack of knowledge about presentations etc more believable

She was put on suppressants as soon as she presented and has never experienced a real heat (just minor symptoms after first presenting)

Suppressants completely suppress your heat and are also considered to be sort of a taboo and unethical in this story due to how they mess with an omega's hormones etc.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (including non-traditional), dominant Rick, sheltered Reader, virgin Reader, female Reader, Rick is experienced and the Reader definitely isn't, considerable age gap (Rick is 38, Reader is 21), masturbation, Reader masturbating while Rick watches, oral sex (female receiving), heat/rut cycles, no knots, Rick with an innocence kink.

Don't like, don't read.

Word Count: 5,472

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Rick turned over for what felt like the hundredth time in the small, single bed of his cell. He couldn’t sleep; his whole body felt restless as traces of your scent continuously tempted him. He knew your heat was coming now and it only tortured him even more than your presence usually did.

Omegas were already so rare – more so than alphas – and to meet one after the fall of civilization felt like even more of an anomaly. But then there was also the fact that you were so damn innocent.

Your presentations meant that he’d been drawn to you from the moment he first picked up on your scent, but as he got to know you, it quickly developed into attraction. It was bad enough that you were so much younger than him – 21, compared to his 38… – but you were also just so sweet and pure, that he felt dirty just thinking about you in any kind of lustful way, yet he also couldn’t help it.

The way you looked at him with so much trust, and how tantalizingly your scent wrapped around him… all Rick wanted to do was see your eyes filled with lust that was directed at him, or to pick up on the traces of desire in your scent as he thrust into you over and over and elicited endless moans from your tempting lips. Your innocence drove him crazy, but Rick told himself that you didn’t see him that way and he tried to stamp down his inappropriate thoughts.

His conversation with you a few days ago only solidified the fact that Rick shouldn’t be thinking about you in any way that wasn’t platonic. You had come to him with an empty pill bottle, saying you’d run out about a week previously and could the group look for more.

Rick had already known about your sheltered, strict and fanatically religious upbringing, but realizing that your parents had put you on suppressants and left you mostly in the dark about your presentation made him rightfully angry. This would be your first actual heat and Rick wasn’t sure how you would handle it, especially after being on suppressants for 5 years, considering the way they messed with an omega’s hormones.

He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a pained whimper escape you from the cell you slept in, the one directly across from his. It made him realize that your heat must already be starting. Rick debated with himself for a moment, unsure if he should give into his instincts or not.

Because he knew that he didn’t just want to comfort you, he wanted to completely take away all of the pain and discomfort he knew you were feeling and give your body the kind of sexual gratification it was so clearly craving after your natural biological instincts and hormones had been suppressed for so many years.

When he heard another pained but muffled cry escape your lips, Rick knew he couldn’t resist any longer. So, he climbed out of bed and headed for your cell, determined to at least help you in some way.

You squeezed your legs together as tightly as you possibly could, but it didn’t help. You were hot all over, sweat covering your body and your clothes scratching irritably at your skin. It didn’t help that Rick’s scent seemed to wrap itself all around you. You thought you’d found it irresistible before, but now that seemed like nothing because you were barely holding yourself back from going into his cell.

What you would do if you actually found yourself there, you didn’t know. All you knew was the undeniable need you felt to be near him. Your mind seemed to be losing a battle against your body and it left you a little fearful.

You remembered your mother calling you an ‘omega’ shortly after your sixteenth birthday. You could recall the way you felt hot and irritated, but your parents had put you on those pills that made it all seem to wash away and never come back – until now, at least. You also remembered the countless times your parents told you to stay away from alphas.

You’d somehow just instinctively known that Rick was an alpha the moment you’d met him. And while your parents’ words rang through your head, they were gone by the time you met him and now so were the pills. All that was left was this never-ending feeling of heat and the desire to be near him that you felt (but didn’t quite understand).

You’d always had a sensitive sense of smell, but Rick’s scent was irresistible. It filled you with such a mix of emotions, like comfort, protection and happiness. But you also found it sinfully alluring, and it left you feeling slightly ashamed whenever you caught traces of it and you became filled with scandalous desires.

As your thoughts on him lingered, your body seemed to respond and the desperate, aching heat between your legs increased. You curled your hand into a fist, raising it to your mouth and bit down onto your fingers in an attempt to stifle the sound of pure, unrestrained need that left your lips.

“Rick…” you found yourself moaning out, half in shame and half in desperation.

Then you caught his scent getting stronger and you recognized that he was coming closer to you. The realization caused you to feel conflicted between a sense of relief and mortification. Your mother’s words seemed to repeat like a mantra in your head, telling you that the kinds of feelings you held for Rick (especially in that moment) were sinful and wrong.

But when he reached the doorway of your cell and his scent wrapped around you completely, all that you could think was how it felt right for him to be there. You tilted your head to look up at him and the heat inside you only swelled more intensely when you realized that he wasn’t wearing anything except his boxers and a plain, white t-shirt.

“Rick,” you whined out again, a little louder this time and completely yearning for him.

“Hey, it’s okay ‘mega,” he said gently, coming to the side of your bed and bending down to look at you properly. “It’s not that bad yet.”

Not that bad? You thought to yourself incredulously. I feel like I’m burning alive from the inside.

“I…” you whimpered, completely unaccustomed to all the different things you were feeling. “I can’t…”

Rick looked away from you briefly, seeming caught up in his thoughts, like he was internally debating something. But then his gaze met yours again and he looked like he’d made a decision.

“C’mere, ‘mega,” he murmured, reaching out to you.

His touch only seemed to make the fire within you blaze even hotter, as his hand fell to your shoulder. Rick either didn’t notice or didn’t mind, wrapping his arm around you until he was able to help you up. He carefully led you out of your cell and towards the locked door that marked the exit of the cell block.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“The warden’s rooms,” Rick replied. “It’s not far.”

You remained silent then, feeling only a little scared as you exited the safety of the cell block. But as he promised, you arrived there quickly enough. You only gave yourself a brief moment to look around, realizing that the warden of the prison must have lived there, since there was a bed.

“We’re keeping this room for when you’re in heat and I’m in my rut.”

You wondered what on earth a rut was. You’d only just begun to understand the fact that your body would be going into heat now that you were no longer taking the pills.

“You can stay here,” Rick continued. “Until it’s over. You’ll be safe in here, I promise.”

“Wait!” You exclaimed hurriedly. “You’re… you’re not going to leave me in here, are you?”

Rick looked at you with a strange expression, one you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Y/N…” his tongue darted out to briefly lick his bottom lip and it just made you feel even more heated. “I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t realize how much you were tempting him with that question. In your mind, you just didn’t want to be left alone and you definitely didn’t want to be without the comfort his scent was giving you.

“You want me to?” Rick asked with a hint of trepidation.

“Please,” you practically begged him.

Unbeknownst to you, Rick was extremely conflicted. There you were, pleading with him to stay, but he was aware that you probably didn’t really know what you were asking. He knew that he should just walk away, but a deeper and darker part of his mind suggested that he could stay and help you through it.

He didn’t have to touch you… he could just guide you and make sure you weren’t alone. He ignored the more reasonable side of him which pointed out the fact that he would eventually lose his self-control. Hell, that was already slipping away as he made his decision.

“Okay…” Rick agreed. “But stay here for a few minutes. I’ll get some food, water… so you have everything you need.”

You just nodded, not minding just so long as he did come back. Rick gave you one last lingering look before leaving and once he did, you sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for him. But with each second that he was gone, your body seemed to get worse. That insatiable feeling between your legs seemed to be aching for Rick and the way his scent lingered in the room but wasn’t strong enough only made it more unbearable.

A thick fog seemed to cloud your mind and your inhibitions started to fade. Your hand seemed to move of its own accord, falling to the top of your right thigh and then sliding down between your legs. You’d touched yourself before, trying to forget your shame in the dark of night, stifling the quiet sounds that left your mouth in your old bedroom and finding a small sense of devious relief.

Maybe you could do it again now. Maybe it would satiate your wicked body until he got back, and you felt his scent wrap around you again… At the thought of Rick, your resolve wavered, and your hand disappeared under the waistband of your sleep shorts. They barely covered anything, and you’d felt slightly embarrassed to wear them at first, but now you were glad that they didn’t restrict you too much.

You let yourself lay back with a quiet moan as your fingers came into contact with your folds and all thoughts of it being wrong fled your mind as your body sang with happiness and relief. You let yourself think of Rick, imagining him while you touched yourself and felt wetness beginning to pool beneath your fingers.

You wondered how it would feel to have him touch you like this. Those long fingers giving you sinful pleasure while his deep voice with that southern lilt murmured dirty things into your ear. It made you squirm because everything you’d ever been taught told you how wrong it was to imagine him like that, while your body seemed to whisper seductively to you, pointing out that it felt so unbelievably good, so what did it matter?

You were so caught up in the pleasure you were giving yourself and the thoughts your mind conjured up of Rick, that you didn’t even notice the door opening back up. When his scent filled the room once again, you just became even more lost in the depths of your unholy desires, never once stopping to think that it meant he was back, and you needed to stop.

“Fuck…”

Your eyes snapped open, and you froze in horror. Rick was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You became absolutely mortified, realizing how uncomfortable he must have been, seeing you like that. The fog seemed to clear as rationality entered your mind again. You pulled your hand out from your shorts at a rapid speed and blushed deeply.

“I’m so sorry,” you covered your face with your hands in complete and utter embarrassment.

Rick didn’t say anything, but you heard the door shut and the sound of footsteps approaching you. Then he was gently pulling your hands away so that you would look at him.

“You don’t have to be sorry, ‘mega,” he assured you. “It’s normal.”

You just stared at him, not really believing his words.

“It’s your heat,” Rick continued. “You don’t have to feel ashamed by it.”

He seemed to read you easily, and knowing about your sheltered upbringing likely helped him to ascertain the conflict of emotions within you. His close proximity didn’t help, as the intensity of his scent seemed to just make your symptoms unbearable again.

“I can’t stand it…” you admitted, squirming slightly. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

Rick just nodded, understanding. Then one of his hands fell to your left thigh, resting on the space just above your knee. You watched as he swallowed thickly, the action causing the protruding bump of his Adam’s apple to bob slightly. His pupils dilated as his thumb rubbed lightly against your skin and when he spoke you thought you might actually become consumed by that internal fiery feeling.

“You wanna touch yourself?” He asked lowly, voice husky and thick with lust.

He was so blatant about it – something you couldn’t bear to be. You just nodded ever so slightly, stuck between feeling embarrassed and just wanting to know what you should do.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Rick told you. “If that’s what you need, then you shouldn’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to leave though…”

Your desire to have him close outweighed your need for release in that moment. As if in reaction to your words, Rick’s hand squeezed down slightly on your thigh and his tongue darted out once again to lick his bottom lip.

“I don’t have to…” he suggested ever so softly. “I can stay.”

The idea made your heart skip a beat and once again you were torn between what you’d always been taught to believe, and what your body was telling you, which was to just follow your instincts. Rick seemed to sense your hesitation and when he brought his other hand down to settle on your right thigh as well, you let out an involuntary sound which betrayed your carnal need for him.

A small smile curved up at the corners of his lips, and now with one hand on each of your thighs, he stroked his fingers lightly up and down them.

“Do you want me to?” Rick asked.

“Yes…” you replied quietly, with only the slightest hint of hesitation left.

“Tell me what you need, ‘mega,” he coaxed you. “You want these off?”

His fingers tugged lightly at the bottom of your shorts, and you just nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his, as his eyes darkened even further. Rick brought his fingers up to the waistband of your shorts then and pulled down on them until they began sliding down your legs.

A mix of excitement and anxiety swirled through you because, oh… you shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t find it within you to want to stop. When those immodestly tiny shorts had been gotten rid of, Rick’s gaze fell to the place between your thighs, now only covered by your cotton panties.

“Those too?” He asked, forcing his gaze back up to yours.

You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to completely expose yourself to him yet. But the fluids that had gathered between your folds as you’d touched yourself had only built up even more and it was slightly uncomfortable. So, you nodded again, and Rick was quick to hook his fingers under the elastic and pull them down too. Your panties had barely reached your thighs when he paused, drinking in the sight of your now unprotected pussy.

“Fuck, ‘mega,” Rick groaned. “You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated, as the compliment was directed at such a sinful part of your body. But to hear him praise any part of you made you almost dizzy with happiness. He tugged them down the rest of the way, leaving your lower body completely exposed to him. Then, Rick spread your legs further and licked his bottom lip again. You wondered if he knew how much your heated skin grew worse every time he did it and if he was purposefully trying to torment you.

“You’re so wet…” Rick breathed out and you felt his fingers twitch against your thigh. “Go on, ‘mega… touch yourself.”

It was so dirty, the way he said it and you knew you shouldn’t have been letting him witness such a thing. But you were burning up inside again and your body didn’t seem to care about the beliefs that had been imprinted into your mind. Your hand moved without you really thinking about it once again and when you touched your dripping folds, you let out another sound of desire.

“That’s it, baby,” Rick moaned, barely holding himself back.

He was so close to you; it should have made you feel ashamed, but it only left you more desperate to touch yourself. Rick’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself in check. You were driving him to the edge of his sanity, exploring yourself right in front of him. Rick wanted to instruct you to spread your folds a little more, so he could see more of your perfect pussy, but he reminded himself that this wasn’t about him. He knew that you only wanted him there because of your heat, so he reminded himself to just guide you where you needed it, like he’d told himself he would. But the urge to just reach out and replace your fingers with his own, or maybe with his mouth… it was overwhelming him.

You took in how heated Rick’s eyes were as they remained fixated on the way you pleasured yourself. Your eyelids became heavy as you watched him watching you, wondering if he really was as captivated by the sight as he seemed to be. Your fingers rubbed over your clit, making the desire swirl rapidly through you, increasing with every little movement you made to stimulate yourself further.

“That feel good, ‘mega?” Rick asked, bringing his gaze to yours and catching the way you were staring at him.

“Yes…” you admitted with just a little bit of shame.

“You can close your eyes, baby,” he suggested. “Think of whatever gets you over the edge.”

You just shook your head, because the only thing that would send you towards release was right in front of you and the real thing was better than anything you could imagine in your head.

“It’s okay,” Rick tried to assure you, thinking you were just too shy. “Your heat is a natural part of being an omega. You should enjoy it.”

You averted your gaze from his as your cheeks became heated again.

“I… I’m fine just… just looking at you…”

You blushed furiously, not knowing what had come over you to be able to admit that out loud.

“Omega,” Rick practically growled out, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.

You worried that you’d possibly upset him with the admission and frantically met his gaze again as your movements halted.

“I’m sorry!” You found yourself saying again. “I… I shouldn’t have said that…”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he calmed you. “It’s just your heat… it’ll make you want an alpha and I’m the only one around. It’s okay.”

You frowned and didn’t really consider your words before you spoke them.

“It’s not that…” you admitted shyly. 

Rick’s gaze pierced into yours, silently urging you to continue.

“I know it’s inappropriate but…” you tried to finish what you’d been about to say but found yourself faltering again.

“Have you already touched yourself while thinkin’ about me?”

You avoided his gaze again, looking off to the side self-consciously. Would he condemn you if he knew the truth? But then you felt his fingers begin to caress your inner thighs, slowly moving upwards and you realized that in the fog of that heated feeling you were still experiencing, he was still kneeling down between them.

What use was it to feel embarrassed over words of admission when you were completely exposed in front of him? You went to try and squeeze your legs shut as humiliation washed over you, but Rick’s grip was too strong, and he kept you right as you were – and exactly how he wanted you to remain.

“Answer me, omega,” he demanded.

You just nodded yet again, unable to even form the simple word ‘yes’ as you remained the subject of his intense gaze.

“Do you want me to touch you, instead?” Rick prompted, his fingers continuing their torturously slow ascent up your thighs. “Tell me what you want baby, don’t be shy.”

The fact that he seemed to be encouraging your sinful desires rather than judging you for them, only spurred you on.

“Yes…” you admitted softly. “I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again. “You’re so sweet, ‘mega.”

“Sweet?” You questioned out loud, feeling like the farthest thing from that as your upbringing made you feel dirty for your shameful desires.

“Yeah,” Rick breathed out. “I bet you taste sweet too.”

Oh, that made your pussy squeeze down with anticipation and you didn’t even really comprehend what he meant, but some secret and hidden part of your body seemed to respond and understand that it was something wickedly good. Rick just smiled deviously as your body squirmed a little and his fingers finally made contact with your wet folds. You let out a restrained sound of desire at his touch, but he seemed to disapprove.

“Don’t do that,” Rick gently admonished you. “I wanna hear every little sound you make, omega.”

Before you could nod or say any words of understanding, Rick pressed down onto your clit with his thumb and the only response you could give was a deep and shameless moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Don’t hold back.”

He continued to tease you, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub and it was so different to when you had dared to touch yourself in the past. It was more pleasurable, because now you were no longer in control. It only made it even better that the man you desired in every sinful way possible was the one doing it to you. More moans left you, escaping your lips freely now and your pussy squeezed again as Rick’s fingers moved down to gather up some of the generous amount of slick still pooling between your legs.  

“I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted lowly, continuing his perfect ministrations. “You’ve got no idea how much you drive me crazy, ‘mega.”

The revelation both stunned you and left you feeling overcome with happiness. Did he feel the same way you did? In truth, you weren’t entirely sure how you felt, because this was all so new to you. All you knew was that you felt drawn to him and even though it had started with his scent, it didn’t end there.

“Let me taste you baby,” Rick requested.

You still weren’t entirely sure what that meant but you were very eager to find out.

“Okay…” you moaned out as his thumb pressed down on your clit.

“You ever had a man eat you out before?” He asked with a devilish grin, like he already knew the answer.

“No…”

“What about touching you?” Rick continued. “Like this.”

He teased the sensitive nub further with his fingers, emphasizing what he meant.

“No, you’re the first…”

“Fuck baby… I’m the first one to see you like this?”

“Yes,” you admitted softly. “Rick… isn’t this wrong?”

Your inhibitions came back slightly at the reminder that he was the first man to ever see you so exposed and you remembered why that was.

“No, sweetheart,” he assured you. “Get that stuff outta your head. Lie down and let me take care of you.”

You hesitated just briefly before doing as he said and relaxing back onto the bed. You trusted him, enough to even forsake everything you’d ever been taught. And as you felt Rick shift between your legs and move closer until his warm breath met your dripping wet and exposed folds, you allowed yourself to forget it all too and just completely focus on him.

Then you were moaning so loud, you wondered if it was actually more of a scream as his lips enclosed over your clit. Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you and your hips started to move up on their own. Rick pushed them back down with his hand though and kept a tight grip on you, holding your hips steady.

“Oh…” you breathed out, all rational thought leaving your mind as you focused on just feeling.

You had never felt so good before, and you didn’t care if it was a sin or anything like that. Your only concern was Rick and everything he was doing to you, everything he was making you feel and how right it all seemed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, pushing up the hooded part and teasing the sensitive nub underneath. His lips sucked down around it and his fingers tested your entrance further down, noticing just how tight you were.

Waves of desire were spreading through your body, and it was almost too much, because you’d never experienced anything like it, or anything so intense. The coarse hair of his short beard tickled at your skin and even provided extra stimulation around your clit, where it sat around his lips.

His fingers pushed slightly inside of you, and it was a little shocking, because you’d never dared to explore yourself like that. Your pussy seemed to automatically clamp down around them, and Rick pulled them back out, apparently thinking better of it for now. Instead, he let his lips travel down from your clit and to the tight hole of your entrance, deciding to test you with something softer.

The tip of Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and then he actually breathed you in, before letting out a deep moan as though he liked the scent of you there. That seemed so incredibly naughty to you, but your body’s only response was to produce more slick in anticipation of what else he would do to you.

“Ahh…” you moaned out uncontrollably as his tongue pushed into your pussy. “Rick…”

He let out his own moan in response, the sound vibrating through your core sensually. And then he was giving languid strokes of his tongue inside you, pushing you further towards the threshold of your desires. It was soft and pleasant, not feeling intrusive as he tested the tightness of your inner walls.

Rick was completely lost in his lust for you, feeling addicted to the way you were coming undone. A good girl, raised with strict religious morals, now a moaning and sticky mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his touch. It was exactly how he wanted you to stay, receptive to him and eager for more.

Your scent was so lasciviously tempting to him, and especially with his nose being buried near the scent gland at your pussy. It made him crave every part of you and it was hard to hold himself back. He wanted to bury his cock (still trapped within his boxers and achingly hard) deep inside your pussy. But Rick knew he had to be patient and wait until you were ready, not just physically but also mentally.

Maybe it was a form of corruption, as he peeled away the layers of your innocence, but he couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. He wanted you to be his, in every possible way, just like he wanted to not just be the first, but also the only one to ever know you like this.

Your body felt like it was ascending to some high and just out of reach peak, and as Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue thrust into your core, you felt yourself edging ever closer. When he pulled his tongue out of you and licked slowly up your slit until he reached your sensitive nub again, you felt the first ripple course through you.

But then his lips were wrapping around your clit, and he sucked down hard, just the tip of his tongue flicking over the little bundle of nerves. You cried out in shameless ecstasy, all inhibitions thrown to the wind as your body both tensed and seemed to also be overcome with euphoric release.

Your legs shook, with Rick’s head still buried between them and his mouth continuing to overwhelm you with stimulation. He licked and sucked as your entire body seemed to spasm. Your eyes squeezed shut and your mind became blank for a moment. The sensations you were feeling were new and powerful and so wickedly pleasurable. It was strange, but even with the intensity of it all, you still found yourself already wanting to chase that feeling again as your body began to settle.

The raging fire within you also seemed to calm down and your mind cleared slightly. Rick’s tongue slowed in its movements against you and then he was pulling back to look at you. His tongue flicked out again to lick his lips clean of the traces of your slick which had been left there. It was so wicked to think of him tasting you like that, but you found that you liked it.

Rick’s lips curved up into a salacious grin and he got up, moving to trap your body beneath his. You met his gaze, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and slight bashfulness. He reached out to let his fingers gently grip your chin and then his thumb was brushing along your lower lip.

“You’ve got no idea, do you ‘mega?” He asked you lowly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, only confirming his observation.

“That’s what makes you so damned perfect. You have no idea what you do to me, because you’re not even doin’ it on purpose.”

His thumb pressed down harder against your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet moan. He was right; you were still not fully comprehending all the things he was making you feel, let alone how you were making him feel.

“You tell me now, omega,” Rick continued. “Your mind’s clearer after that, I know it is. You tell me if you want me to leave, because if you don’t do it now, I won’t be able to hold back later. When your heat fully hits you, I won’t be able to walk away, so make a decision now.”

The thought of him leaving made you feel panicked. You didn’t want to imagine experiencing this alone and he had already made it so much more bearable than you feared it could have been. When Rick explained your heat to you a few days ago, it left you filled with anxiety and trepidation. Now that he’d touched you, made you unravel until you reached the height of elation… there was no way your own fingers could compare.

You didn’t care that you’d always been taught that this entire thing must be a complete sin. Rick told you it was natural, that it was a part of you, and he knew in ways your parents would never understand. He was like you, even if he was slightly different. It was like he was the other half that could complete you and help you get through the confusing experience that still lay before you.

There was still some trepidation within you, because you were so inexperienced and unknowledgeable in general, let alone compared with Rick. But he had been so patient and had taken care of you so far. The answer to his request seemed obvious to you.

“Please stay,” you asked of him softly.

Rick didn’t try to talk you out of it or remind you that there was no going back. Instead, his eyes darkened with unrestrained desire and he leaned closer to you.

“Okay, ‘mega,” he murmured. “If that’s what you want.”

You just nodded and then he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours like you had just made a vow to one another and you were now sealing it with a kiss.

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A/N: I'd really appreciate feedback on this one. Part 2 will involve some more exploration for the Reader with Rick before having her first time with him. Part 3 will involve Rick's rut hitting and be my usual alpha rut scenario, but with a bit of a different feel to it as Rick tries to control himself with the Reader, since she is still very new to so many of the things going on.

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Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: Jake is a loser on the tracks, but a winner in your heart. Word Count: Over 840 Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), light fluff, Jake Jensen getting the love he deserves (is that a warning?) A/N: Meet Loser and Lucky! This is set before Starting Gate, but we'll see more of them in this AU. Thanks to you @edwardbaldwin and @blizzspeaks for inspiring Jake for this AU. @drabblewithfrannybarnes @yarnforbrains @ysmmsy @blackwidownat2814 as well! I hope you lovelies enjoy. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Jake Jensen is a loser. 

Ask any of the riders or spectators and they’ll tell you the man has never won a single race. 

It’s not that he’s bad at the sport. He tries. He just isn’t as great as the others. 

Most of them didn’t understand at first why he continued to go on the track.

The truth is, he loves motocross. 

Points and standings didn’t matter to him and he couldn’t care less if he had a wall of trophies or medals. They would be nice, but they weren’t a reflection of the love he had for the sport.

The guys respected him for that. Even Maddox didn’t give him too much grief.

Putting on his helmet and getting on his bike, he was a loser on his own terms.

And the luckiest guy in the sport because he had you.

He excitedly told everyone you were going to a race before they met you. The pit lizards didn't pay much attention to him, so everyone was intrigued by this mystery girl.

They were shocked when you showed, waving to Jensen with a bright smile.

Since that day and every race you attended after, he hadn’t crashed once. He even managed to move up in the standings. 

Everyone called you Lucky. 

Seeing you whenever he removed his helmet put a dopey smile on his face. 

After the first race you attended, he half expected you to be embarrassed since he was lapped.

You ran into his arms, uncaring of the dirt or anything else, as everyone stopped and stared.

You peppered kisses across his jaw before pressing your lips against his. The moment his lips parted, you licked into his mouth and pushed yourself closer.

The obscene moan torn from his chest wasn’t missed by anyone close by.

“C’mon. You deserve a treat,” you declared when you gave him a chance to breathe.

“I didn’t win,” Jake protested as you took him by the hand and tugged him away. “I smell.”

“And I want your cock in my mouth. We’ll get waffles after.”

That was the beginning of the two of you being caught in compromising positions, usually with Jake’s pants around his ankles.

He was shy about it at times, but that was mostly for your dignity.

“What if we get caught again, Lucky? Pretty girl, I don’t-”

“Let them see,” you said every time, unbothered by anyone seeing you pleasure your man.

Whenever his cock plunged into your wet mouth or pussy, any and all shame went out to the window.

“God, that’s it. Moan for me. Fuck, you take my cock so well.”

“Fucking hell,” Ari grumbled the last time he found you on your knees behind one of the trailers, turning on his heel and keeping anyone else from heading over.

Jake’s eyes widened before they rolled back, forgetting about everything else around him as you hollowed out your cheeks.

“Again?!” Steve asked in the background as you took Jake deeper in your throat.

You winked as you bobbed your head faster, determined to make him spill down your throat. You knew he was close.

“My toolbox is over there. He makes a mess on it-” Chris began.

“You know he won’t do that,” Steve cut him off.

“Should call him ‘Lucky’. Fucking bastard’s always getting laid,” Ari said.

“How?” Bucky questioned, exhaling slowly when Jake yelled “fuck!”.

Everyone wanted to know how he got a girl like you.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” Ari said, shaking his head.

Bucky walked off on his own to drown out the sounds of Jensen's orgasm, almost running into Natasha.

“Woah. Where’s the fire?” she asked.

“No fire. Just Loser getting his dick sucked.”

“Again?” the redhead smirked. “Wait, what’s the matter? You’re not into Lucky.”

“No, I’m not,” Bucky swore. 

Everyone was protective and respective of your relationship.

Even if he wanted you, he wouldn't fuck with Jensen. He not only appreciated him being ex-military, but he was smart enough to do damage to his bike without getting caught.

Sometimes you had to look and watch out for the nice guys.

“It doesn’t matter,” the brunette shut down quickly.

Natasha watched Bucky closely as you and Jake emerged minutes later, hand in hand and ready to go to your favorite diner for waffles.

The dopey smile was back on Jake’s face, his cheeks red as he adjusted his glasses.

There was longing in Bucky’s eyes, but it wasn’t directed at you or Jake.

“You know, I still haven’t won a race,” Jake said as he walked past them.

“You’re still a winner to me,” you stated, walking closer by his side.

Bucky looked away with a slight clench in his jaw. Jake hadn’t podiumed once, but you cheered him on like he finished first every time.

Natasha knew what the problem was: her friend wanted what Loser and Lucky had. 

Someone who didn’t care about the wins and losses. A person who simply cared.

“You’ll get a Lucky of your own one day,” she told him. 

She’d make sure of it.

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We'll see more of Loser and Lucky, along with Hothead and Spitfire, soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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