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the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader
requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? đŸ˜© please đŸ„°. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU
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pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.
masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.
enjoy <3
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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment.  You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him.  A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood.  Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.  
“Hi there,” you say sweetly.  You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you.  You bound up to the kitchen counter.  “Can I ask you something?”  
Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed.  Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses.  He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out.  A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device. 
You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all

It’s too late.  Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face.  He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter.   Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course.  Hi.  How are—”  He yawns before he can finish.  The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.   
You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks.  Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully.  He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop.  Your eyes are still on his hands.   
“Jeongin,” you say.  “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.” 
He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks.  When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth. 
“Jeongin,” you say again.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”
He chokes on the noodles.  It gets ugly quick.  You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off.  He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island. 
“Are you okay?” you ask.     
“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy.  He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face.   Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers.  He rubs his chest while drinking.
You purse your lips, watching him.  His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high.  He really is ridiculously handsome.  And those hands.  You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers.  If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.
“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”
He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles.  It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand.  He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh. 
“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says. 
“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head.  “Sorry, what’s confusing?”
“Um.”  He looks at you in bewilderment.  “The part where you are asking me it?” 
“Oh.”  A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest.  It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face. 
You lower your gaze.  His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you.  You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other. 
“Well,” you say, slowly.  You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”
When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.   
“Sort of
” he says, looking more confused by the second.  “Did you
 sort of
 squirt?”
You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words.  Why did this seem like a good idea again?  You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend.  Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 
You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs.  His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.
“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail. 
“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it.  “Come on, it’s fine.  Stop hiding.” 
He reaches across the counter for you.  You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again.  He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip.  You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes. 
“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet.  “Crazy girl!  Ask me again.” 
“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.
He snorts.  “I didn’t,” he says.  “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”
“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head.  You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress.  “I’m sorry I asked.  It’s just that
”
“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off. 
“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.” 
“Ohhh.”  He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Were you
 with
 someone?”
“Mhm.”  You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak.  “I had a date.  I planned the whole thing out.  You know me, I like a plan.”  You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong.  You close your eyes and sigh.  “Ugh.  It was going well so I brought him back to my place.  Things got heated.  He said he was really good at
 doing that
 I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it.  I think I just
 thought about it too much.  You know me!  I like a plan!  That wasn’t the plan!  Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t
 when he couldn’t make me
 ugh.”  You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop.  “He called me high-strung and left.” 
You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction.  His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad.  Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match. 
You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.
“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say.  “He sucked.” 
“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse.  “He said that?  Pffft—” 
You are glad you came to him.  Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything.  That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh. 
Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing.  You are smiling now but your gaze stays low.  You trace circles on the counter. 
“I know he
 he was just embarrassed too.  He was rude to me, but
 he wasn’t totally wrong.”
“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head.  “No, no, no—”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist.  You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt.  “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I
 I am a little
 um, overly thoughtful at times.  I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment.  It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.”  You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter.  ïżœïżœïżœAnyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice.  That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”
You smile at him. 
He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open. 
“Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Um.” 
“Soooo
 have you?” 
The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside.  He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour.  You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up.  Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice.  Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply. 
“Yes,” he says.  “I have.” 
Oh.
The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality.  You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them.  It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work. 
You cross your legs.  He notices. 
“Would you mind showing me?” you ask. 
“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face.  “Showing you?” 
“Yes,” you say.  You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued.  “Not like that!” 
He jumps in surprise. 
“Oh my god.”  You put your hands over your face again.  “I meant
 abstractly.  Draw it.  Or tell me.  I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”
His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again.   Your mortification works wonders on his dimples. 
“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head. 
“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage. 
His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him. 
“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows.  You smile, chagrined and apologetic.  “It was a stupid question in the first place.  I’m really embarrassed.” 
“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand.  “You can tell me anything.  I was just
 surprised.”
“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again. 
When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs.  He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you.  After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies.  You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away. 
“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand. 
“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation.  “Am I about to regret so many things?”
“What?  No.  When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured. 
You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt.  It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time. 
Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh.  He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual.  He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers.  His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again. 
“Come on,” he says.  “Sit.  I’ll, um, show you.”
“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap.  “Yang Jeongin, are you
 about to defile that pillow?”
“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly.  “We’re gonna make it squirt.”
“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human
”
“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”
“Aha, I’m sorry!”  You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face.   When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically.  “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words.  “Please help me.  I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”
He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans.  He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders.  Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival.  You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other.   He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth. 
When it is over, you lay there, panting.  He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders.   Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face.  He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years.  It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips.  You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.
He takes a slow, deep breath. 
“That man was crazy,” he says.  His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper.  “You’re perfect.  He just didn’t care about getting to know you.  And that sucks for him because you—”  His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound.  The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze.  “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out.  Any man would be lucky to be with you.” 
“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say? 
He meets your gaze.  His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you.  Eventually, he laughs.  He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight.  You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses. 
“Right,” he says.  “The, uh, the pillow.  I, um
”
It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively.  But you no longer care about that.  The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space.  When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him.  Like this.  Right now. 
He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him.  You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise. 
You turn his hand over.  He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong.  You measure it against your own.  Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers.  You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering. 
“Oh,” he says.  “Oh.”
You laugh.  He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together.  Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing.  You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip. 
“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth. 
You nod.  Those butterflies are wild inside you.  You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard. 
He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him.  He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle.  He smiles too, the kiss lingering.  Your whole arm tingles even when he stops.  He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard. 
“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle.   “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains.  “Just lay there.  Don’t move.  Don’t think.  Let me take care of you.”  He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart.  He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours.  Your breath catches.   “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.
You trust him more than anyone.  You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story.  You ran to him before anyone else.  You always seek him out first.
You know you are safe in his hands. 
“Do whatever you want with me,” you say.  You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now.  With him.  “I’m yours.”
“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep.   He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw.  When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue.  It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking.  He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress.  You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.  
He has not even undone a single button. 
“Whatever I want,” he repeats.  “That’s a big offer.” 
His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt.  He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs.  You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core.  Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it. 
“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this
 nothing extreme
 just you like this
 just us together
”
Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs.  You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier.  When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down. 
You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off.  He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be.  Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily. 
“Jeongin,” you gasp. 
“You taste like heaven,” is his reply. 
It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing.  You feel like you could float away. 
You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands.  He really can do anything with you.  It does not scare you one bit.  You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side.  You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up. 
“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs.  “Just feel, okay?” 
“Mmm,” is your only reply. 
You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension.  By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion.  He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive.  It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch. 
“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic. 
You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly.  By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself.  He adds another finger and your body tightens around him.  Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation. 
“Oh, Jeongin,” you say.  His name is all you say for another minute.  It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling.  You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers.  You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.
Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching.  Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free. 
“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand.  “Should’ve put a towel down after all.” 
You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets.   You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all.  In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself. 
You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand.  It makes you laugh, giddy. 
Your arms finally drop.  Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up.  He is smiling when you climb into his lap.  He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth. 
You open your mouth too.  You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly. 
“I want something more,” you say. 
“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you.  “I’m yours.” 
He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality.  There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together.   Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard. 
His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again.   It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle.  He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm. 
“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him.  It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together. 
He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips.  You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling. 
“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases.  “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.” 
“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair.  “I might need another one.  Just to be sure.” 
“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely.  “Good idea.  Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner.  Then we better come back here and try again.”
“Just to be sure,” you say. 
“Just to be sure,” he agrees. 
You are already smiling when he kisses you. 
You have never been more sure about anything in your life. 
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xbellaxcarolinax · 9 months
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If you’re taking requests
.I’m sick right now and I’d love to see a Drabble about Miguel taking care of his sick s/o. Especially bcuz he was a dad so you KNOW he’s fussy.. if it’s possible, thank you so much. If not, thank you for your time đŸ„°đŸ„°
Hello there! Hope you're feeling better at the time of me writing this lmfao hope you enjoy <3
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You couldn't get out of bed.
You were glued to your sheets, the light cotton drenched in sweat from the fever you'd been fighting since last night. You turned to your side, finding the space beside you empty. 
You sighed. Miguel probably had some last-minute work to do at HQ. He was a busy man after all. 
You sniffed, rolling onto Miguel's side of the bed. It was surprisingly warm still, the scent of his body wash trapped in the sheets. You pressed your nose into his pillow, inhaling deeply.
Well, if that's the closest you'll get to having him then so be it. 
You stayed that way for a few moments, eyes closed, head buried in Miguel's pillow, and body tangled in the thick comforter you shared with him.
You were drifting back to sleep again, the pillow dragging you back to the realm of dreams.
"Amor?" The bedroom door creaked open, and in came Miguel with a tray in hand. Your eyes fluttered but you didn't move, too tired to do much else but hum in response. You half expected him to be in his suit, your eyes ready for the bright blue and red fabric to assault your vision. Instead, he wore his casual clothes: a fitted black v-neck and gray sweatpants.
"I thought you left." You croaked, your eyes following Miguel as he placed the tray on the nightstand. You could smell the eggs and toast just inches away, the scent of citrus tea and ginger overwhelming your senses.
"You're sick," he stated, sitting at the edge of the bed, "I'm not going anywhere." 
"No HQ business?"
"Jess can run the show."
"No evil villains to track down?"
"I've already swept the city. Everything's fine."
"But—"
"Amor," Miguel interjected, gently brushing your messy hair away from your sweaty face with calloused fingers, "por favor. Let me take care of you." 
You huffed letting him carefully flip you on your back before dragging you up from under your arms, placing the back of his hand against your brow.
"Good. Fevers gone," he murmured, sweeping his knuckles over your cheekbone, "tea?" 
You nodded, your hands wrapping around your designated mug as soon as he handed it over. The ginger soothed your sore throat, the honey sweetening your tastebuds.
"Move up for me." You grumbled but did as he asked. Miguel moved to sit behind you, kicking off the comforter to nestle you between his warm legs. "Comfy?"
"Mhm."
"Good." His fingers immediately weaved into your hair, ignoring the knotty bits and lightly digging into your scalp in his version of a massage. He was good at them, skilled fingers pressing against the areas that needed the most attention. You moaned, letting your head fall back slightly as he worked his magic. 
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." You shrugged, eyes heavy with the pleasure of his scalp massage. He stopped and you whined at the loss, feeling him shove the tray of food over your lap.
"Tienes que comer," he grunted, grabbing your comb from the nightstand drawer and dragging it gently through your knotted hair, "I'm gonna braid your hair, okay?" 
"Okay."
You nibbled on a piece of buttered toast as Miguel went to work, running the wide-tooth comb through your hair as best he could. He had a knack for it, his hands quickly weaving your strands in a plait as he did for his daughter once upon a time. 
Gabriella was gone and with her went most of his warmth. Or so he thought.
Miguel had you now. You were a stable presence in his life, and though you could never replace the loss of his daughter, he knew for certain that you were enough. He loved you a great deal though it was difficult for him to form the words in his mouth and just say it.
But you knew. You knew in the way he doted after you and in the way he held you. You knew in the way he made your coffee in the mornings and cooked your favorite meal when he had the time. You knew in the way he kissed you—and in the way he fucked you.
You knew in the way he took care of you when you were sick.
"Done." He said, tying the braid off with an elastic he had around his wrist.
You leaned back against his chest, placing a buttery kiss on his neck before whispering, "Thank you."
"For what?" You could hear the smile in Miguel's tone, in the way his fingers curled around your waist.
"For taking care of me," you said with a mouthful of toast, "you're always taking care of me."
Miguel grunted in response. He wasn't good at accepting praise, never could. So he held you close instead, hoping his warmth would suffice.
He kissed your hair, resting his chin over your head, and you smiled. It was enough.
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Por favor- please
Tienes que comer- you need to eat
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sarah-yyy · 4 months
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Jie jie are you going to do a rec post for SOKP?
aight!! i got this ask two?? three?? weeks ago, but never got round to doing this because work has been fdjkhdsghskjf, but here y'all go
what: period cdrama // completed // 38 eps, roughly 40 mins each (+ one bonus epilogue ep, about <10 mins) where: iqiyi (standard disclaimer that i don't watch with subs so i don't speak to the quality of eng subs)why: villain (of sorts) reincarnation fix-it, what's there not to like?? incredibly attractive cast.
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this is jiang xuening. she is, as you can probably guess, the empress. there's been a coup. it's headed by her ex-best friend (who was in love with her until his family got massacred and she chose to leave him to pursue her dream to be empress) who resents her + a bloodthirsty advisor to the emperor. the only man she's ever loved (not the emperor ofc) hates her and is in prison because of her. her life is hell. she knows she has no way out. she trades her life for her imprisoned lover-
-and wakes up 18 again.
because jxn is not stupid, now that she's got a chance to do things again, she immediately decides this time she's going to do better!!
firstly!! she's going to be good to her bff yan lin!!
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yan lin's family was massacred before?? not this fucking time!! not on jxn's watch!! she's got a few months to get her shit together and fix this for him!!
"this sounds too easy, sarah, it's a reincarnation fix-it, she's got cheat codes," you say? you're wrong. did you expect jxn to pay attention to anything in her first life beyond clawing her way up to the position of empress?? hell no. she knows the what, the when and the how - she's missing so much of the whys, which is probably important if she wants to stop it from happening.
in the meantime!! my girl's got other problems to deal with!!
in her first life, she died a really goddamn tragic life in the palace. when she was rebooted into life #2, she made the decision to stay tf away from the palace and everyone associated with it. no jxn in palace = no jxn dying in the palace. easy peasy!! foolproof. no way she can mess this up.
she ends up in the palace as the princess's study buddy đŸ„° ofc she does, because jxn just can't get a goddamn break. thank you yan lin and co for meddling. 😊
while she's there, she accidentally seduces befriends the princess.
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princess was in love with a crossdressing jxn in life #1 and got Really Pissed Off about it when she found out jxn was in fact not the man of her dreams (or a man at all). she made jxn's life in the palace hell in life #1.
jxn: this time around i just won't dress as a man!! no male!jxn = no princess falling in love!! princess: fool. this time i'll love the female you đŸ„°
ykw? works for jxn. as long as she's not dying, everything is fine. girlfriend +1 it is then!!
while we're on the topic of sorting out her relationships while she's in the palace, let's talk a little bit about zhang zhe, aka the only man she ever loved in life #1
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this is zhang zhe, low ranking officer in the ministry of justice. as straight-laced as they come. excellent cheekbones. in life #1, had a Soft Spot for jxn and did some stuff against his conscience for her. in this life, she's determined not to ruin him!! he's like her ç™œæœˆć…‰
ANYWAY these two meet again in the palace when he saves her life when she's being framed for treason. immediately, jxn is all đŸ˜đŸ€© over him again. why would she not!! he was her biggest regret in life #1!! she literally died to save him!! (for those of y'all who expect to have SL syndrome over him, prepare to be WELL-FED, these two have a long arc)
alright y'all know how i said jxn was in the palace to be the princess's study buddy? well!! let's meet their teacher:
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xie wei. advisor to the emperor. resting bitchface 10/10. petty af. occasionally feral and murderous đŸ„”. they were sort of briefly acquainted way back when they travelled to the capital together and jxn saved his life when he was having an Episode (long story short, bb boy is Unwell). the last face jxn saw in life #1 when she took her own life. you guessed it, he's aka the bloodthirsty advisor who staged the coup in life #1.
jxn is (rightfully) quite afraid of him. she tries her best to stay out of his way, but he's trying to sound her out (because she knows his ~secret) to see if she's friend or foe, so they end up in each other's paths more often than not, including important times such as these:
when jxn is trying to thwart a plot to frame yan lin's dad for treason
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when xie wei is committing murder
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when jxn is heart broken over zhang zhe
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they kind of form an alliance!! in jxn's mind, xie wei and yan lin staged the coup together in life #1, so their interests must sort of be aligned!! plus!! xie wei is hella smart!! he'll know what to do to stop yan lin's family from getting masacred!!
ANYWAY that's the gist of the story - i've avoided most of the spoilery parts i think.
there's also the typical cdrama villains you'd expect in a show like this: evil empress dowager, power-hungry prime minister, spoiled brat daughter of the prime minister who is also scheming to be queen, evil uncle of the king trying to usurp the throne etc etc. all the things you need to prop the Palace Evil Schemes up.
i've seen some people say this is a 䜎配 version of love like the galaxy, which, ykw? fair. 😂 lltg is written better. sokp was a fun watch, though!! y'all know i am into reincarnation plots, and am basically predisposed to liking most of bai lu's dramas. and!! this show ends on such a good note!! i've been tricked into so many ~vague endings this year that this was so so so good to get <3
some of the parts dragged a bit for me (i am p meh about zhang zhe, i mean i get the appeal, but he's not doing it for me), but it wasn't bad! i liked xie wei's character enough to sit through a lot of things. could've done with like 300% more yan lin and the princess, but we can't always have what we want!!
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"Warm Bodies" - Modern Zombie!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
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a/n: inspiration credit to the lovely @aemondx đŸ„°â€ïž
Summary: A is in the middle of a "no-life" crisis when he meets you. And it changes everything.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, zombies, zombies eating brains, gun violence, scurrrry situations, monster fuccin lol, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Word Count: 3,500 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing with my life. I see my reflection as I trudge through the building that once used to be
 Seven hells, what is this, maybe an airport? Fuck, I look so pale. I should really get out more.
What’s wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can’t I connect with people?
Oh, right. Because I’m dead. It really shouldn’t be so hard on me, right? I mean, practically everyone in this fucking airport is dead. That guy in the corner, snacking on some brains? Dead. This girl who has massive tits - those had to have been fake - dead. This guy in the corner is definitely dead.
I’d introduce myself, but I can’t remember what the fuck my name is. It started with an A, but really, that’s all I’ve got. I can’t remember my name, my work. I kind of remember my dad. He looked a bit like I do now. Like a zombie. Anyway, sometimes I try to look at other zombies and try to guess what they were when they were alive. That girl looks like she was an influencer, probably. That guy? Personal trainer. Now, he’s the body.
A lot of us zombies live in this airport. I have a best friend here, or the closest thing a dead guy can have to a best friend. I think his name started with a C, or at least that’s what he managed to tell me. He was probably a decent looking guy when he was alive. Probably got all the girls. Not like me. I’m missing an eye. I think I lost it when I was still alive. Maybe it was how I died? Who the fuck knows.
I sit next to C and grunt to him, and he grunts back, and we face each other. The extent of our friendship. Sometimes we manage to say one or two words. “Hunger.” “City.” Pretty much just talking about food.
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Today feels different, somehow. Well, maybe it’s just cuz I’m in a different part of the airport. That’s when a group of humans crosses my path. When I see you for the first time. You’re so beautiful, your hair pulled back to show off your gorgeous features, your bright eyes, your cheekbones, the curve of your lips. I feel so weird. Something feels funny in my chest. Warm. And then I realize. My heart
 It just started to beat again? But wait
 Why are you leaving? I watch as you separate from your group, a pang of sadness in my heart that’s just now started to beat again. Please don’t go
 I try to walk toward you, my arms reaching out for you, but one of the humans you’re with sees me, and before I can do anything, he begins shooting at me, a couple of bullets lodging themselves in my chest. I frown before attacking him, tackling him with ease despite being way slower, and bite into his neck, making his death as quick as possible. Then, I start to eat his brains.
Eating brains is the thing that helps me feel the closest being alive. I experience people’s memories as I eat them. And right now? I’m experiencing, apparently, your boyfriend’s memories.
Well, I guess he’s an ex now

I see you, smiling up at him when he kisses you for the first time, when he makes love to you for the first time - the cute little noises you make, the first time he says I love you and you say it back. Taking him to meet your dad - wow, this guy looks like a hardass. He’s really giving the poor dead guy the third degree. You’re so beautiful, I need you in my life. Well, is it even really a life? Whatever.
As I finish eating, that’s when I hear a voice that I now know to be you screaming. I move as fast as I can, which really isn’t very fast and follow what I now know to be your scent. Shit, you smell nice. Kinda like
 Jasmine and vanilla? You’re hiding in a supply closet, and you look terrified when I open the door. I feel so bad for scaring you, but I need you to know that I mean you no harm. I hold my hand out to you, you need my help and I’m here now. I scare the other zombies away before turning back to you, doing my best to smile and show you that I’m a friend.
You look up at me, confused as I extend my hand to you again. You look around, scrambling backward, holding your arms out in front of you.
“Please don’t eat me, please don’t eat me,” you whisper repeatedly.
You’re terrified, and it makes me feel awful. I should walk away, but I can’t leave you. Well, no, I could. But I don’t want to. I move down on one knee, kneeling in front of you, moving a hand to touch your cheek. It’s so warm and soft and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. You scrunch your eyes shut at my touch and the thought of that hurts my feelings a little bit, but I have this overwhelming urge to pull you into my arms and kiss you.
Probably not a good idea on account of me being a zombie.
Nevertheless, I lean in, startling you since you’re unsure of what’s going through my head. I probably look terrifying to you, with my missing eye. I did try to put a sapphire in its place that I found at the mall. I wonder if you think it’s pretty as you stare up at me.
You panic and squirm out of my grip as I lean in, “Whoa, hey, back up!”
Your reaction stings and I move my hand from your face. I instead move it to your hand. I want to make you comfortable. I want to protect you. I want to keep you safe from others like me. I take your hand in mine, so soft and warm, and squeeze gently, trying to convey with an awkward grimace everything I want to say, everything that comes out as a low grunt or groan. You finally seem to come to the realization that I’m not a threat and tilt your head to the side in confusion.
“I
 You’re not like other zombies, are you?” you ask curiously.
I nod at you eagerly, managing to say two words, “Protect
 You
”
I hold both your hands in mine, gazing at you. I want to tell you everything about myself and learn everything about you. I’m pretty sure this is what love is. Your eyes, the way you smell, your voice. It’s all so beautiful. You are beautiful, and I’m infatuated.
“Can you help me get out of here?” you ask me softly.
I nod again. I want to help you more than anything, to have you by my side for the rest of my life. Gods, I sound like a loser, but I don’t care. I extend my arms to lift you up, like the princess you are, but you shake your head vehemently, saying that you can walk. I want to ask why you’re still so scared of me. I feel kind of insulted, in all honesty. Here I am, trying to help you, willing to do anything for you, and this is how you want to treat me? I back away from you, frowning slightly. I still want to help you, but I don’t feel like being particularly nice to you right now.
Then, I feel you tug on the sleeve of my hoodie, looking up at me with panicked, apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Please don’t be sad?”
I turn back toward you, my emotions going up and down like a rollercoaster, my annoyance and hurt instantly vanishing, giving way to affection for you. I just want to take care of you, I can’t help it. Then you ask the question I’ve been fearing.
“The guy I was with, do you know what happened to him?”
“I
 Ate
” I say sheepishly.
Hey, it was self defense, you can’t really blame me for it, right? I slowly lead you toward your boyfriend’s body, seeing your eyes go wide with horror. Fuck, this is all my fault. I feel terrible. But then, you look at me and speak awkwardly.
“Um, the bullet holes in your shirt. He was shooting at you, right? It was self defense.”
Fuck, you’re smart too. I’m in love. It’s official.
I then realize, his blood would be a good way to disguise your scent when I get you out of here.
Your perfect, sweet scent-
Stop it, A. You have a job to do.
I move my hand and gather some of his blood, pressing it to your face, explaining as best as I can what I’m doing, “Hide
 Smell
”
You nod in understanding and I continue my task, watching your eyes flutter shut at my touch. You have such long eyelashes-
FOCUS, A!
I gesture for you to follow me when I’m done, looking at you and exaggerating the slowness of my movements. You appear to understand and start doing your best impersonation of a zombie as you walk.
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You follow me all the way to the apartment building where I live- well, I’m not alive so I don’t really live here, but semantics, right?
“So this is where you live?” you ask me, trying to make conversation now that we’re out of harm’s way.
I nod, gesturing for you to enter, managing to rasp out, “Welcome.”
“Thanks,” you smile at me, “Nice digs.”
I lead you to my room, or, well, the closest thing I have to a room. It has a bed, a chair, a lamp, and some other things. It’s not exactly the Ritz Carlton, but I appreciate you not being a pretentious jerk about it.
“Does the water here work?” you ask after a moment, “I’d like to shower, you know, my dead boyfriend’s blood off of me,” you say, a little awkwardly.
Fuck, you’re cute.
“Thanks,” you smile at me, then you tell me your name.
I think it’s the prettiest sound I have ever heard. I already knew your name, of course, from your boyfriend’s memories, but hearing you say it, in front of me, is something completely different.
“Pretty
” I manage to grunt, earning a grin from you.
“Thanks! What’s your name?” I shrug at your question, indicating to you that I don’t remember before grabbing a book from my shelf, pointing at the letter A on it, getting excited when your eyes light up in realization, “A. It’s nice to meet you, A. Thank you for saving me.”
You disappear into the bathroom and I stare after you for a minute, feeling a warm sensation coming over me. I glance in the mirror and see that I’m
 Blushing? I don’t have blood. This shouldn’t be possible. I shake my head and sit down on my bed, waiting for you to come out. And when you do, I can’t do anything but stare at you, covered by just a flimsy little towel. Was I a virgin or something when I died, because I swear, I’ve never felt like this before. You’re so gorgeous, I think, as I hand you a shirt, which you take with a smile. You return to the bathroom and change, coming back out wearing my shirt. Well, I mean, I stole it, but again, semantics. It hits your mid-thigh and you look so goddamn cute. Irresistible, really.
I gesture to you to come closer to me, and you just look at me, a confused expression on that pretty face as you ask, “Yeah?”
I sigh, or, at least try to, pulling you close to me, holding you by the waist. I want to feel your body against me. I want to embrace you, to kiss you. I just want you. My eye moves down to your lips before meeting yours again. I love you. I want to be with you. I can’t help myself from what I do next. I press my lips against yours. Mine must feel so cold to you, but yours are warm and soft and perfect. My infatuation with you is turning into an addiction, I realize, intense and overwhelming, my only thought being how much I need you.
I’m mildly horrified when you panic and pull away, mumbling, “Whoa whoa whoa, you can’t just kiss people like that!”
I thought you’d like that, but clearly you didn’t. I feel embarrassed, like I want to die all over again. I look at you, my remaining eye sad, but a bit angry too.
“Sorry
” I manage to groan, frowning and staring at the floor.
And you surprise me again with how sweet you are, “No, it’s um
 You were probably just excited to see a human girl, it’s okay.”
Not just any human girl.
You.
Maybe you’d like me better if I could talk. I’m going to try to talk more. I look toward you, extending my arms, trying to hold you like I did a few minutes ago.
I say your name and then add after a moment, “Want
 You
”
You look at me, somewhat pained as you speak, “A
 My boyfriend just died today, I’m sorry
”
Are you
 Rejecting me? My heart feels completely broken and a wave of sadness comes over me as I drop my arms. I feel something wet on my face and realize that I’m crying. Shit, I must look like such a loser.
“Oh, no, please don’t cry,” you say, moving to wrap your arms around me, comforting me.
Shit, it just makes me like you even more. Even though you rejected me, you’re so sweet and compassionate. I hug you again, burying my face in your chest as I continue to cry. You don’t want me the way I want you. And it hurts so badly. Then, you ask the million dollar question.
“Wait, how are you crying? You’re a zombie
”
Everything’s changed ever since I met you. It’s pathetic, but I’m completely obsessed with you. You made my cold, dead heart start beating again. You made me blush. And now, you’ve made me cry. Now, I feel my cheeks flush again as you hold me, running a hand through my hair. I just want to feel your warmth, your love in whatever way you’re willing to give it. I hug you even tighter, nuzzling my face into your warm, soft-
Oh. Shit.
This is one part I did not miss about being alive. I hope you don’t notice the way my pants have suddenly gotten tighter after rubbing up against you and just continue to hold you, until you squeak out.
“Okay, um, kinda crushing me now, dude.”
“Sorry
” I groan, hoping the apology sounds sincere - being a zombie sucks, I can’t put any inflection into anything I say, fuck this.
“You’re all good,” you smile at me, “Hey, any chance there’s some human food around here? I’m really hungry.”
I nod, leading you to the kitchen, grabbing a box of cereal for you, “Food.”
“Holy shit, Cap’n Crunch,” you grin excitedly, “I haven’t had this since before the world went to shit!”
“My
 Favorite,” I grunt.
“Mine too!” you say excitedly as you begin to wolf down your food, moaning as you do.
Moaning. Dammit, why do you have to do that? I feel myself blush and my blood run to other places, now that it’s flowing again in my body. This is literally the worst possible time this could’ve happened to me.
“Cap’n Crunch is literally like an orgasm in your mouth,” you begin rambling about how much you love the cereal, and I sit there, listening to you, enjoying the way your lips move as you form words, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.
You glance outside and sigh, mumbling something about how you need to get back to your camp. I shake my head, immediately grabbing your hand, pleading with you.
“Not safe. Too many Zombies.”
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It’s becoming easier to talk, I realize, the longer I’m with you. You look at me and then nod in agreement. You’re going to stay with me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my entire- life? Un-life? Fuck being a zombie.
I sit down on the bed and gesture for you to come sit next to me, holding my hand out to you. You take a seat beside me, closer than before, which makes me happy. My heart is racing at how close you are to me, my feelings for you getting stronger with each second that passes.
I love you.
I hold my hand out to you again, causing you to give me a questioning look, “Yeah?”
I blush, “Hand. Want to
 Hold hands.”
You look at me, a soft, tender expression on your face as you slowly take my hand. I feel elated. You actually are holding my hand. I gently stroke the back of your hand with my thumb as I look into your eyes. And then, I kiss you again. And this time, you don’t stop me. I moan against your lips, saying your name, words becoming easier and easier to say the longer I’m with you. I move my hands to your hips, holding you close. I need you so badly.
You pull back for a second before speaking softly, “I shouldn’t.”
“Please,” I rasp, “I’m begging.”
Your eyes go wide with the relative ease with which I’m speaking now, “You
 Huh?”
“I’m begging,” I repeat, “I love you.”
You stare at me, confused, “You
 Love me?”
“Now you
 Sound like a
 Zombie,” I joke at the way your speech is slightly stilted.
You roll your eyes at me, “Thanks, A. Such a charmer.”
I shrug, making you laugh again as I kiss you, gently pushing you down to lay beneath me on the bed. You seem a little surprised, but you make no move to stop me as I remove my hoodie, then my pants. You glance down at me, now completely bare to you, eyes wide with shock at the fact that I’m actually hard for you. I lean in and kiss you again, murmuring your name against your lips, pushing my shirt up to your waist, baring your lower half to me. My eye goes wide with delight, because fuck, you’re so beautiful. I slide your underwear down your waist before teasing you with one of my fingers, loving how warm and wet and soft you feel around me, the little whimpers of my name you let out.
Everything with you feels so perfect, so natural. I feel more alive than ever as I begin pumping my fingers in and out of you, moaning as you squeeze around me, thinking of how you’ll feel when I make love to you. Shit, I mean, when I fuck you? That sounds crass. I’m sticking with make love.
Your hand moves to my wrist, urging me to move faster and faster until I feel you coming on my fingers. Your hand moves to my cock, giving it a slow pump before guiding me toward you, letting out a sweet little cry as I push inside you. You feel so fucking perfect around me, squeezing me like that, looking up at me with those hooded eyes, the ones that tell me that you want me like I want you.
“I love you too, A,” you whisper as I begin to move my hips against yours, your words spurring me on as I begin to speak.
“I love you so much,” I rasp, feeling you clenching around me impossibly tight, “So pretty. So sweet. All mine.”
“All yours, A,” you affirm, moaning softly, “All yours.”
Your hands are in my hair, my arms wrapped around you, your legs around my waist as my cock moves in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you throwing your head back against the pillow, whimpering so sweetly for me. You come around me again, crying out my name, but I keep going, wanting to hear you say it again.
Your nails move to my back as you rake them along my skin and I feel myself getting closer and closer to my own end. You try to match my pace, bucking your hips up against mine as you come again, and I do soon after. I hold myself up on my elbows over you, gazing at you with all the love I possess, when suddenly I realize

I’m bleeding a little? From where you scratched me? You smile at me brightly and pull me in for another kiss.
“I remember my name,” I tell you happily, “My name is Aemond Targaryen. And I’m yours, from this day until my last.”
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weemssapphic · 1 year
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Hi! I love your stories! Could you write a story about Larissa Weems and a University Student reader? Something 18+. They do the deed in an art museum restroom and the reader gets caught by their classmates because they still have lipstick stains on their neck. Thanks :3
hello! thank you for the compliment! đŸ„° so very sorry that this has been rotting in my inbox for an obscenely long amount of time, my brain for some reason really did not want me to get this done 😣 i hope it's at least halfway decent to make up for that!
thank you to @afeatherformills for the beta-read <3
warnings/content: nsfw, age gap (reader is 18+), cunnilingus/fingering (reader receiving), praise kink, marking kink
words: ~3k
Lipstick Stains
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“I’ll meet you guys back here soon okay?”
“Sure, just text us when you’re done,” Robin replied, threading her fingers through Christin’s and turning to lead her into an exhibit on modern art. Cassandra offered you a smile and trailed behind them, leaving you to your own devices.
You weaved your way through the throngs of tourists crowding at the entrance, all still deciding which way to go. You’d been here often enough to know the floor plan by heart, knowing which exhibits would be the most crowded on Saturdays. You also knew that your favorite exhibit would be deliciously empty, as almost no one wandered that far back into the museum. 
You settled on a bench in front of an ancient Greek sculpture and pulled your sketchbook from your bag, thumbing through it until you found a blank page, and began to sketch, the world around you fading slowly until it was only static in the background.
“Exquisite, isn’t it?” A low voice in your left ear made you jump, your stomach dropping as if you’d just hit the peak of a roller coaster, your heart skipping a beat. In your art-induced daze, you hadn’t even heard anyone else enter the exhibit.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You twisted in your seat to find the source of the interruption: a statuesque blonde towering over your shoulder. A smirk graced her crimson lips as your eyes raked over her shapely form, pausing for a moment on their upward journey at her hips before moving higher and, finally, making eye contact.
“It’s fine,” you murmured, clenching your fingers tightly around your pencil as you worked to get your racing heartbeat under control.
“Larissa,” the woman introduced herself and you noticed that she spoke in a lilting English accent. Her voice had a soothing quality to it, calming you almost instantly.
Larissa. A beautiful name for a beautiful stranger. You smiled at that, heart fluttering at the smile you received in return.
“Y/N.” 
“Would you care for some company, Y/N?” Normally, you would say no to such a request, prioritizing your alone time over small talk with strangers. But something about her had you absolutely mesmerized and before you knew what you were doing, you were nodding and the woman was sitting down next to you. She was so close that you could smell her perfume - notes of jasmine and rose, floral and decidedly feminine.
“Keep working,” she encouraged, seeming to notice your hesitation as you watched her. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you turned reluctantly back to your sketch and traced along the paper. Now it was as if your entire body was prickling with electricity at this mysterious stranger’s presence, your nerves alive and burning.
You stole a glance to your left, marveling at how put-together she looked - silver curls done up in an elaborate updo, drawing attention to her long neck and the smooth planes of her rosy cheekbones, eyes the deepest shade of blue you’d ever seen, framed by mascara-coated lashes that brushed against her cheeks when she blinked, lips a bright shade of red, parted ever so slightly as she as she admired the statue you were sketching.
You wondered briefly if you should flip to a new page and start to sketch her when her eyes shifted over to you, trapping you in her gaze, and the world around you stilled. A heavy blush crept up your cheeks and you couldn’t take it anymore, dropping your gaze back to your sketchbook. 
“I have to admit I was surprised to see someone else back here, it’s my favorite exhibit and it’s not often I run into anyone here.” Larissa crossed her legs as she spoke, long legs that seemed to stretch on for miles, and you had trouble tearing your eyes away from them.
“Then I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner, I come here a lot. I like it back here, it’s quiet.”
“You’re here alone?” There was an edge to the woman’s voice, something darker swimming in her eyes as she leaned towards you.
“Uh, sort of? My friends are off somewhere, I’m not meeting them until later.” You squinted slightly, trying to discern the woman’s intentions, but she leaned back again, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, any edge she’d previously had dissipating in an instant.
Somewhere between outlining the Greek statue and your conversation with Larissa, you realized you’d begun to sketch her instead, the silhouette of her body slowly taking shape under the tip of your pencil.
“What are you working on?” Larissa tilted her head towards yours, her breath warm on your cheek as she peered at your drawing. The sudden invasion of your space made your cheeks heat and your pulse skyrocket. Her perfume was overwhelming now, it filled your nostrils and clouded your senses, making you dizzy.
You hesitated for a moment - after all, this woman was just a stranger, and being caught sketching her could end up very embarrassing for you. Something about her curiosity and openness, and your intoxication by her sudden proximity, won out though, and you pushed your sketchbook over for her to see. “Just an assignment for class. I’m an art major,” you supplied.
Larissa traced a long, manicured finger over the sketch, humming her appreciation, the vibrations clinging to the air between the two of you. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring earlier,” Larissa murmured, lips pulling into a smirk as she raised her gaze to meet yours. You were a kid with your hand caught in the cookie jar, until -
A warm hand on your thigh.
A quirk of a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
It was as if your ears were ringing and the air around you was thick and all you could do was wonder if Larissa felt it too.
Larissa’s eyes darkened as she hovered over you, lips parting as she waited for you to close the distance, your faces mere inches apart. You hesitated only for a second before crashing your lips into hers, whining at how Larissa’s tongue swiped almost instantly at your lower lip. Your sketchbook and pencil clattered to the floor as Larissa’s hands came to your waist and pulled you towards her, shifting you onto her lap to straddle her thighs. 
“Is this okay?” She murmured into your mouth between kisses, breath ghosting over your face.
“Yes,” you sighed, not caring that you sounded more than a little needy as you wrapped your arms around her neck, enjoying the feeling of her palms settling on your hips.
The kisses became hotter, more desperate, and you found yourself beginning to search for a bit of friction as you ground your pelvis onto Larissa’s thighs. She moaned into your mouth and dug the pads of her fingers into your hips, pushing you down onto her lap.
You found a steady rhythm, rolling your hips and getting decent friction from the seam of your jeans, but it wasn’t enough, and it soon left you growling in frustration as the coil behind your navel wound tighter and tighter but found no release. 
Larissa let out a breathy chuckle and moved her lips to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe before whispering, “let me take care of that for you.”
She lifted you carefully off her lap and motioned for you to gather your things - of course you did as you were told, you couldn’t possibly refuse this woman - and then led you expertly down several hallways, avoiding crowds converging at different exhibits before stopping at the restrooms.
Larissa pulled you into one of the restrooms, swiftly locking the door behind you before latching her lips onto yours in a heated kiss and pushing you back into the sink. Larissa’s body pressed into yours, your hands pulling at her waist. Her tongue swiped at your lips, begging for entry, and you conceded, allowing her to explore the contours of your mouth. Her hands came up to thread themselves in your hair, tugging lightly as her fingernails scratched at your scalp. 
She pressed a plethora of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, swirling her tongue along the skin there. As she got to your collarbone, she began to nip and suck at your skin, hard enough to leave a bruise, then soothing her tongue over the little red mark. Her head dipped into your cleavage, nibbling at the soft flesh barely exposed above your shirt, eliciting a low whine from your throat.
Larissa pulled back at the sound, peering up at you. No one had ever looked at you with such unadulterated hunger before, and it unnerved you. Your heart thundered aggressively against your ribcage, so loudly you were sure she could hear it as well. 
A fire had been started behind your navel and was radiating outward, setting your whole body ablaze. 
“Larissa
” A wetness pooled between the apex of your thighs and you clenched them together.
“You look absolutely divine,” Larissa growled before her lips hungrily crashed back into yours. Her hands settled on your waist, tugging you closer, though they didn’t stay there for long before they began to wander. Her left hand came up to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze through the fabric of your shirt as her right hand wandered down to your jeans, her slender fingers tracing the button in question. 
“May I?” She muttered against your lips, voice low and dripping with desire. You nodded into the kiss, your fingers coming to your pants to assist with the process.
With your jeans around your ankles, Larissa’s fingers grazed over your underwear and she let out a sinful moan at the wet patch she found there.
“All this for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet?” She looked at you with humor in her eyes, a smirk passing her lips as she began to kiss down your neck again, moving down your body and pulling your underwear down with her, allowing you to kick them off and to the side.
“Let me get a taste of you, darling, hmm? I bet you taste so good.”
Larissa swiped two fingers lightly through your folds, nearly causing your knees to buckle at the unexpected touch. She brought the digits to her mouth and slowly, obscenely swirled her tongue around them to taste your juices, moaning and gazing up at you through her eyelashes. You gulped audibly, trying to clench your thighs together to keep your arousal from dripping down your legs, but Larissa’s hands came to your knees to force your legs open.
“Ah-ah, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” You blushed crimson at her words, trying to look away, but a hand on your arm made you look down. Larissa looked at you with such kind sincerity in her eyes. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, darling. You’re beautiful.” The words didn’t help with your blush, but you held her gaze this time and relished in her smile as she turned her attention back to the throbbing ache between your legs.
Heat pooled in your stomach as Larissa dragged her nails down your thighs, placing her tongue at your entrance and trailing it slowly towards your throbbing clit. Her tongue began to circle the sensitive nub and a pitiful whimper clawed its way out of your throat. You were so close already, your excitement beginning to trickle down the inside of your thighs.
Your cunt was aching, wanting - needing - more. You clutched at the sink behind you, white knuckled, pressing your hips forward, anything to get Larissa’s mouth closer, anything to get more.
Larissa hooked your calf over her shoulder to get a better angle, groaning as your pussy opened up for her. She placed her hands on your hips to hold you in place, her nails digging little half-moon crescents into the tender flesh there. Your entire body felt ablaze under her touch, you felt almost feverish as she flattened her tongue against your slit, lapping up the juices that flowed freely.
“Fuck - Larissa,” you groaned as you began to grind your hips into Larissa’s mouth, chest heaving.
One of Larissa’s hands left your hips and you gasped as cool fingers brushed against your center. The action only served to stoke the embers in the pit of your stomach and you moaned as a single digit sank into your hole halfway, pulled back out, then sank in again, further this time, slowly, all whilst her tongue ravished your clit.
A second finger soon followed and you met your hips in time with the thrusts of her fingers, unable to take your eyes off the goddess kneeling before you. A particularly loud moan fell from her lips and vibrated against your center, all but forcing you to slam your thighs shut around her head at the sensation.
“I-I’m s-so close,” you gasped, biting into your bottom lip to keep from crying out as Larissa picked up her pace inside of you, curling her fingers into the spongy spot that had you tensing up and seeing stars behind your eyes. Her tongue latched onto your clit, sucking feverishly as shockwaves began to rack your body.
“That’s it,” Larissa cooed, her lips brushing against the hood of your clit and causing your walls to clench around her fingers. “Be a good girl for me and come,” Larissa’s voice dropped several octaves as she dragged her fingers in and out of your cunt.
Maybe it was the “good girl” that did you in. Or maybe it was just the fact that Larissa was good, really, really good, at what she was doing. But come you did.
Your thrusts became more erratic as you rode Larissa’s face, reaching your high on her tongue as your world exploded around you, vulgar moans dripping from your lips. Larissa carried you through it, lapping up every drop of your essence that poured out of you, tongue flicking languidly at your clit to bring you gently back down to earth.
For a moment everything was still, your leg still hooked over Larissa’s shoulder as she held you in place. She pulled her fingers out of you, slowly and ever so gently, and you mewled at the loss of contact, which earned you a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
Larissa cleaned you up with her tongue, taking her time to explore your inner thighs and your swollen sex. She peppered your mound with kisses, then the tender flesh of your belly, the swell of your breasts, your clavicle, your throat, your jaw - her lips hovered over yours for a moment before finally making contact, though this kiss was nothing like the rest. It was slow and sweet, tender even, and you could taste yourself on her tongue.
“You did so well for me,” she praised against your lips, her hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking the flushed skin there.
As you pulled on your now-ruined panties and your jeans, Larissa stood in front of the mirror, washing her hands, redoing her lipstick, and adjusting a few bobby pins that had come loose in her hair. 
“Will I see you again?” you murmured hesitantly, a bit pathetically, half-hoping that maybe she’d spare you the embarrassment of rejection and would pretend she didn’t hear you. 
To your surprise, she grinned and held her palm out to you. At your quizzical gaze, she chuckled and said “your phone.” 
You quickly handed her your phone and she added herself as a contact, before handing you back said phone and moving to the restroom door.
“Now, I really must get back to work, but do call me sometime.”
Larissa paused, eyes raking hungrily over your body. They stopped for a moment at your neck and a dark smirk crossed her face, a low hum of approval leaving her throat. 
You felt utterly exposed under her gaze, short of breath, thighs clenched together tightly with want. Your heart pounded in your chest at the nod Larissa gave you, cool, almost professional, and in an instant she was gone, the door closing behind her. You steadied yourself on the counter, avoiding your own gaze in the mirror as you caught your breath.
Maybe, if you had bothered to look at yourself in the mirror, you’d have seen the many lipstick stains down the column of your neck that had been left during your little rendezvous, no doubt the thing that had left Larissa smirking at you before leaving you high and dry. 
Alright, breathe. You’ll just find your friends, they’ll never realize you were gone. You checked your phone, 5:54pm. Shit, almost time to go. Without sparing yourself another glance (wrong move), you tucked your hair behind your ear, slung your bag over your shoulder and ran out of the restroom and straight into Cassandra. 
“Hey, what gives? We spent half the afternoon looking for you!” Her eyes narrowed accusingly, then traveled down your neck, widening comically as her jaw dropped. 
“Y/N, what were you doing in there?!” She shrieked. 
“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered, your beet-red face giving you away (as if the lipstick stains and blooming hickeys on your chest hadn’t already). 
“You’re covered in lipstick,” Cassandra hissed, not caring that several tourists were looking curiously at the pair of you as they passed.
“I’m
 I’m what?” You pulled out your phone, turning on the front camera to examine yourself and groaning when you saw the marks dotting the front of your neck and chest. “Larissa,” you whined.
“Who’s Larissa? She the one who gave you those hickeys?” Robin and Christin chose that moment to sneak up on the two of you, Robin slinging an arm around your shoulder and grinning down at you. Your blush extended to the tips of your ears and you swatted her arm away, huffing in embarrassment.
“So I say we order pizza tonight and Y/N tells us alllll about her afternoon with Larissa,” Christin teased. 
You turned away from your friend’s laughter, looking distractedly across the main hall of the museum as you tried to cool your blush. A group of tourists passed the front desk and you looked past them, your gaze falling to a familiar tall blonde passing through the exit. Larissa looked up at that moment and your eyes locked from across the room. Red lips stretched into a devious smile, and just like that she ducked through the door, vanishing from sight.
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Eddie Munson x girlfriend reader where she is really shy with a terrible stutter and always gets nervous talking to people especially Eddie because she thinks she’s taking too long to say almost anything and annoying him but in reality he thinks it’s cute and loves hearing her talk because he’s just so in love with herđŸ„°
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“You’ve got it, princess,” Eddie encourages. His ring-clad hand smooths over the apex of your thigh, squeezing reassuringly, even as you stumble your way through your speech quite unceremoniously.
“An-a-and then,” you persevere even as your body shies away, hiding. All you ever seem to do is hide. You trail off, face like a furnace, and duck your head away from Eddie’s obsidian eyes. The forest floor is suddenly much more interesting than it was a few minutes ago.
“Hey, hey,” he coos, dipping his own head to brush his lips against your temple. You lean into him despite yourself but still make no move to keep talking. “Sweetheart, you want to finish your story?”
“I-it-it’s n-no good, E-E-Eddie.” You choke on your words, tears pooling in your eyes; Eddie’s cool fingers grip your chin, tilting your face towards his own. A frustrated sigh tumbles from your lips and he squashes you against his front to trap your hands; sometimes your frustration gets the better of you and you lose control. He hates it.
“It’s okay. It’s okay if it takes you a bit longer. I love listening to you.” You shake your head, a little pout pushing its way onto your plump lips. Cute, Eddie thinks. He brushes the tears from your waterlogged lashes as soon as they fall, gathering you further into his arms. “I know what you think about yourself,” he says quietly, “But it’s not true. I love listening to you talk. I love you.”
“Y-you don’t have t-to p-pr-pretend.” Your voice is no more than a whisper, shame lacing your every word. He pushes through your negative words, kissing the tips of your fingers. Kisses turn to tiny bites, leaving glistening wet marks in his wake. His mouth travels from your fingers to your palms and wrists and then to your neck and face.
“I’m not pretending. I love you. I love your stories.” His voice is velvet smooth against your pulse point. His fingers draw shapes onto your cheekbones. He continues talking even as he manoeuvres you into his lap. “I think you’re just the most precious thing. And I don’t care how long it takes you. I’d listen to you all day if that’s what it took.”
You squeeze him tight, twirling the very ends of his frizzy hair. Your legs are clamped around his waist and your boot clad feet criss-cross behind his back.
“I love y-you.”
“I love you so much, princess.” He pecks your lips, pushing the hair from your face. “I’m proud of you.”
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enchantedbarnes · 1 year
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Uncle Buck ‱ Part 4
Misterwives
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader
Summary: Your nephew Benji overhears a conversation. Not liking what he's hearing, he takes matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 3.9k
Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five
A/N: Sheeeeeesh. This one's longer than the other parts. Take this as my Happy New Years! treat I guess haha. Pt 1 just passed 4k notes and my mind is absolutely blown.
Everybody thank @kilikina34512 for our latest Benji hijinx 😏 Enjoy! and thanks again for all the love đŸ«¶đŸ„°
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Bucky joined both of you at "The Screamery" that following day. A themed ice cream shop you and Benji both love that is decked out in classic horror movies.
Benji ate what seemed like his weight in ice cream. You caved and bought him a banana split sundae which Dracula dropped off at your table in a sundae boat the size of Benji's head. Strawberry syrup was drizzled on top to look like blood and a fake candy eyeball took the place of the cherry on top. You knew it would be too much for him to eat all of it, but figured you can always bring the leftovers home.
Benji pointed out all the memorabilia around to Bucky, filling him in on both his personal favorites and yours.
After arriving back at the house, Bucky stuck around for a cup of coffee and this was the point where you royally fucked up.
It's now a few days after, reaching midweek.
"We've decided we're just going to be friends," you explained to Nora as you sat on your bed.
"What?? Why? Was this his decision or yours?" Nora stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.
"Well, both..? I think
"
"You think??"
"He didn't disagree."
"Y/N! Of course he didn't disagree if you decided you didn't want to be with him."
"It's not that I don't want to be with him. I do really like him. He has been nothing but super sweet and kind with our insanity."
"Yeah, it's always a real bummer when a super hot guy brings you flowers and enjoys hanging out with you and your family," Nora rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, I get it. I'm an idiot, okay?"
"Why are you self-destructing? I've seen the smile he gives you, are you kidding me? Smitten. Same goes for you."
"I don't know! I panicked. Holidays are coming up soon. I didn't want to drag him into more nonsense than we already have. We've probably been way over the top and too much for him to want to deal with. We practically kidnapped the guy over the weekend," you ramble on, "Plus what you said with the whole super hot thing. Like come on, how are those cheekbones and that jawline-"
"The eyes."
"The eyes! How is he even real? It's ridiculous."
"No, you're ridiculous. Please explain how the conversation happened, did he tell you this was too much?"
"Well, no
not exactly. We were just talking and my brain kind of went into this red alert mode and I started rambling like an idiot about how nice it has been hanging out and I vaguely remember saying something along the lines that we make a great couple of friends."
"Couple of friends?! Are you for real right now? Did you hit your head and not tell us? What the hell is wrong with you!"
"UGH!" you shout while slamming a pillow over your face.
Benji overhears the conversation from the hallway and shakes his head. Making sure both his mom and aunt were distracted with their conversation he grabs his hat and gloves, putting them on and then grabbing his jacket and tossing that on as well.
He does one more look back when he gets to the front door and quietly makes his way out, closing the door at a glacial speed so no noise would be detected.
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Bucky was seated next to Sam at a local bar, beer in hand. Bucky explains what happened last with Y/n.
"I don't blame her for not being interested in me."
"C'mon man, that can't be it. You couldn't shut up about the great time you had bowling with her and how awesome her family and friends were. I was expecting a wedding invitation in the mail by now."
"Now you sound like the small one."
"Love that kid. He really is something else. I hope there's a video out there of him asking you to marry Y/n at that event. That was the best thing I've seen in years. Oh! Maybe I should give him my address so he knows where to mail my invitation," he grins, "We could also play the clip at your wedding."
Bucky glares over at him.
"Who am I kidding, your glare is right. He probably already knows my address. Y'think the kids gonna take this news of you just being friends well?" Sam asks.
Bucky's phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out the screen lights up alerting a new call, listing an incoming call from NYPD.
What could the NYPD want? "Um, I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go-" he holds the phone up slightly and points towards the exit.
He answers as he walks to a quieter area, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Sergeant Barnes?"
"Yes, is there something I can help with
?"
"We have a Benjamin Barnes here, he was found at Chestnut Park when he approached one of our officers. He said he got separated in a crowd and asked us to call you. Is this your nephew?"
"Yup," Bucky sighs, "That's my nephew, alright. Is his mom or aunt not with him?"
"No, sir. We checked the surrounding area but he wasn't able to spot them. Your phone number was the only one he could remember. Are you nearby to come collect him, or do you have an address we can bring him to? He wasn't sure what his address was either."
How convenient he didn't know his address or mom's phone number, but could probably rattle off all 50 states with their capitals if you asked him.
"I can come and get him."
"Officer Mills is with him now, they are near the east entrance of the park."
"Thanks." Bucky shook his head as he disconnected the call. Walking back over to the bar quickly to close his tab, "I gotta go," he tells Sam as he places cash on the bar.
"What's up? You need some help?"
"Small ones at it again, he must have heard something. Just got a call that my nephew, Benjamin Barnes, is at the park right now. He conveniently got separated from his mom and my phone number was the only one he knows," he answers with a knowing look.
"This kid deserves an award. Please can I come? I'm begging. I need to see this for myself."
"No." Bucky rolls his eyes, starting to walk out without another word. He holds his arm up to flag a cab.
Sam quickly tosses his own cash down and grabs his jacket, running to catch up with the super soldier.
"Are you going to call Y/n?" Sam asks as he finishes adjusting his jacket after he finally catches up.
"No, Sam. I thought I'd collect the kid and take him in as my own," he answers sarcastically, opening the door to the cab as it stopped in front of him.
"Well, he would probably be an excellent member of the team."
"We are not a team."
"Whatever you say, blue steel," Sam quickly opens the other side and slips in.
Once they're close enough Bucky spots Benji next to a hot dog vendor, chatting with the officer. Benji looks over and spots the two approaching through the crowd.
"Uncle Bucky!" He grins, looking over at the officer that was waiting with him, "My uncle is here, Officer Mills," he announces while pointing over at Bucky.
"Sorry for any trouble this might have caused. Thanks for having someone call and waiting with him," Bucky shakes the officer's hand.
"No problem, Sergeant Barnes. Glad to help. I was surprised when he said you were his uncle. Maybe you guys should start workin' on teachin' this guy his address and stickin' with his guardians in a crowd," Officer Mills instructs, looking down at Benji at the last part.
"Absolutely, I'm certain his parents will have a lot to say," Bucky answers, also giving Benji a pointed look.
After the officer walks away wishing them a good evening Bucky pulls out his phone.
"Alright, nephew, where is your mom?"
"She's at home
"
"And why are you not at home with her?"
"I thought it was a nice day for a walk
"
"Uh huh. Does she know you're out for a casual stroll on your own right now?"
"...Not so much
"
Bucky shakes his head and starts to open the contacts in his phone.
"Does anyone know you're out here?"
It was Benji's turn to shake his head.
Sam sits down against the ledge of the wall next to Benji. "You can't be out here walking by yourself, little man."
Bucky goes to tap on your contact, his eyebrow raising when he notices your name now seems to be under "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" with a photo of you laughing while eating ice cream he doesn't recall taking. He looks up at Benji with an eyebrow still raised.
Holding the phone up to his ear, it rings a few times before going to voicemail.
Bucky glares at the phone. He's about to start a text when the phone starts buzzing, "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" pops up on the screen with the ice cream shop photo on full display now.
"Hello, Y/n."
"Hey, Bucky
Sorry I just missed your call. What's up?"
"Do you happen to know where Benji is at the moment?"
"He's been in his room for a while, why do you ask?"
"You sure about that?" He questions while looking over at the roughly 4'2" boy in front of him that is currently in an animated conversation with Sam.
"Well, I was until you asked me that
his room has been blasting Party Rock Anthem for maybe half an hour now, but as far as I know he was in th-" Bucky hears loud music suddenly playing from your end and Y/n mutters a Benjamin under her breath, "Please tell me you have him."
"Well, not sure if he's achieved a cloning system, but I certainly have a close look-alike standing in front of me right now."
"That little punk... I'm so sorry, Bucky. Where are you? I'll come get him," he can hear you starting to rush around as the music shuts off.
"We can come to you, we're not far. We should be there in a few minutes."
"Thank you so much, Bucky. I really really appreciate it. I should probably go tell Nora her spawn escaped. Damnit, she's going to flip her lid
 I'll see you soon."
"Tell her he's fine. Sam is with us too, we'll see you soon."
Bucky hangs up and joins the pair, "Alright, pal. We're dropping you back home. Your Aunt Y/n is expecting us now, and she's telling your mom about your Houdini act."
Benji's shoulders slump, "Do we have to?"
"Well, you kind of live there, and you're 8 years old. You can't be walking around by yourself. Especially without telling anyone. It's too dangerous out here by yourself, bud."
"I know, but I really needed to talk to you."
"What was so important you had to pull this stunt? You know my phone number," Bucky fixes another look at him while crossing his arms which sparks a small giggle from the boy.
"My tablet was charging and I didn't have a phone available.. I heard Aunt Y/n talking to my mom," he starts to explain looking ahead of them as they start their walk back.
"Okay?"
"Please don't give up on, Aunt Y/n."
"Not sure what you heard, pal? But we're still friends?"
"Friends is so lame! She didn't mean it. She said she panicked, but she really likes you. Even mentioned how um, handsome you were," he adjusts his answer with a side eye, "Also, she was worried we were too much for you. You don't think we're too much, do you?" He looks up at Bucky with a pout fully engaged.
"Well, Benjamin Barnes," he jokes, "I can't say you've been flying low under the radar here, pal. You certainly know how to make a statement," he ruffles his hair and puts his arm around his shoulders as they continue their walk.
Sam laughs and offers a fist bump to Benji.
Bucky continues, "But no, I wouldn't say you've all been too much. Just an adjustment. A nice one," he adds.
"You've managed to make robo-buck over here smile more than I've seen since I've known him," Sam comments. "Did you know when I met him, he ripped the steering wheel right out my car from my hands? Punched right through the windshield," Sam makes hand gestures to go along with the story. He and Bucky both glare at each other, Sam's has a smirk to his however.
"Whoa!" Benji shouts, "Can we try that with the car over there?! I wanna see!!"
Bucky huffs and pulls Benji along.
"Ignore everything Samuel says. Pretend he's not even here. I know I certainly do," Bucky mutters at the end.
"I was talking to.." Benji pauses, "Prudence.. about reincarnation. She says you knew Y/n in another life, but you never got together in that life, so your hearts are like puzzles with missing pieces and when you get together the puzzle will be complete. I know this because I'm younger and pure, so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."
"Wait, puzzles, cosmic forces
 Why does that sound familiar?" Sam asks, squinting ahead in thought.
"BENJAMIN DAVID RUSSELL!"
"Dang, full government name. Nice knowing you kid," Sam lets out a low whistle.
They were still about 5 houses back, the front steps to their destination visible up ahead. Nora stood outside their doorway with her arms crossed.
"Get your scrawny butt in here, right now!" Nora points to the door.
"Farewell fellas, it was nice knowin' ya," Benji sends a salute and a wave to the pair as he slowly walks the rest of the way ahead of them.
"Inside, let's go," Nora instructs, "Straight to your room. You'll notice your speakers are no longer in there and the door is left open, keep it that way."
"But mom!"
"Nope, I don't want to hear it right now. Inside, move it."
Benji disappears inside and up the stairs.
"Thank you so much for bringing him home," Nora greets Bucky with a tight hug.
"Hi, I'm Nora," she introduces herself to Sam, "Thank you so much, truly I appreciate it," she pulls Sam into a hug as well.
"Great meeting you, big fan of your kid. Probably not what you want to hear right now though."
"Ha. Yeah, never a dull moment around here. Please come in and join us for dinner. We have some lasagna that's about to come out of the oven. It's the absolute least I can do to thank you both. You can fill me in on what scheme he pulled this time."
"Oh, we wouldn'–"
Sam cuts Bucky off, "We would love to!" He slaps Bucky on the back and then gives him a slight shove forward towards the doorway.
Y/n hears more voices and walks into the living room from the kitchen to join them as they file in through the front door. Following the same steps Nora had done previously, you greet Bucky and Sam with a hug while thanking them.
"Food should be ready in about 10 minutes. You guys wanna grab a seat in the kitchen? I'll grab some drinks. Theo should be here any second, you can fill us in on the latest shenanigan," Nora sighs walking over towards the fridge.
"I need more stories on this kid. Has he always been like this? I'm a little offended he didn't ask me to be his uncle," Sam jokes following Nora into the kitchen.
Bucky looks over at you.
"Hi
" you offer a small wave.
"Hi," he smirks back.
"Should I be worried about what has come out of his mouth this time?"
His smirk stays as he places a quick kiss to your cheek and walks into the kitchen without further comment.
Your eyes widen, "Wait, where are you going?? Bucky! What did he say??"
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The adults all sat at the kitchen table.
Theo arrived home right as Bucky started his explanation of getting a call from the NYPD to collect his nephew.
"I spoke to him quickly before I went to talk to Y/n earlier. I should have known something was up after the 5th Party Rock loop. It just kept going. I assumed he was working on a dance routine or something," Nora looked over to Theo.
"Never trust Party Rock Anthem," Theo shook his head solemnly.
"Party Rock was not in the house tonight," she answers with a deadpan tone.
"Everybody just wants a good time," Theo continues while standing up, "but he's definitely gon' make us lose our minds.."
"We just wanna see you - shake that," Nora points over at him.
"Ev'ry day I'm shuff-shufflin'." Theo dances over to the staircase, "Prisoner number 6-2-4, your gruel is ready!" He shouts up the stairway.
Benji speeds his way down, "Hiya Dad, how was your day? You're looking great today. New shirt?"
"Wow, only butt-kissing level 5? You've done better than that. Let's go, menace." He walks back into the kitchen
"It's wild here and I love it. Hey Buck, we could be brother-husbands! 
Misterwives? Co-husbands??" Bucky glares at him, "We can workshop it later," Sam sends him a wink with a nudge.
Nora laughs while your cheeks heat up across from them.
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"Can I show Bucky something upstairs?" Benji asks as everyone cleans up from dinner.
"In your room?" Nora asks, suspicious of more shenanigans.
"Uh, yeah
? Please! It'll be quick."
Benji grabs Bucky's hand and leads him up the stairs.
"This is my room," he points towards the open doorway leading to his room as they walk by, "but this is what I wanted to show you," he opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to another set of stairs going up to the attic space.
"Ta-daaa!" Benji flips the switch at the top of the stairs, turning on the soft string lights set up around the room. A blanket fort with lights was set up surrounding the large plush sofa, various pillows and piles of soft and fluffy blankets scattered along both the sofa and the floor in front of it. Fake candles and lanterns dotted around the area. A large stack of movies rests on the floor next to an empty bowl labeled "popcorn" and a dusty bottle of wine.
A large projector screen was set up across from the sofa fort with lights also surrounding it, and in the middle was a projector on top of a tripod facing the screen.
"This is our movie hang out room. I made some additions to it. You and Aunt Y/n should have a movie night!" He grins up at the stunned brunette.
"Pal, this is
 wow.. This is a really cool setup you have here..."
Two sets of footsteps joining them can be heard, "Benjamin if I come up here and you have Bucky locked up or something, I swear- whoa," you stop short and look around, "What's all this??"
"A movie night for you and Bucky!" Benji bounces up and down, arms out wide.
"What the shiiii-zz," Sam corrects himself in present company, "This is incredible. Now I'm really doubling down on misterwives. Does that popcorn machine over in the corner work??"
After a heavy back and forth debate, Benji somehow convinced Bucky to stay for a movie and Sam to come back another night for the next family movie marathon.
Benji had grabbed Sam's sleeve and tugged him to follow back downstairs.
"Will you sign my Captain America car Bucky got me? What's your favorite kind of car? Do you have a car or do you just use your wings? Can I see redwing next time??"
"Good luck, Sam!" You called down to him.
"Night lovebirds!"
You look over at Bucky, "I'm sorry for self-destructing the other night
 I didn't want to overload you. There's been a lot of schemes by an 8 year old going on," you motion around you.
"Well, friend," he gives you a cheeky look, "with how hard Benji has been working on his schemes, your avoidance skills have been understandable. I don't blame you for not wanting to be with some well past his time grump like me that has a questionable history an-"
"That's not what I meant. I just wanted you to have your own choice in all of this. I know how persuasive that little punk can be. I feel bad we've essentially kidnapped you multiple times now."
"Not exactly kidnapping if I've been willingly showing up. I'll let you in on a secret though. When we walked out at the start of that event, I noticed both of you before Benji even walked up to ask his question. Benji was fidgeting, tugging at your sleeve and you- and your hair," he chuckles, tugging at a rogue brightly colored curl, "caught my attention almost immediately. Something was already pulling me to both of you before the schemes even began and I'm honored for whatever crazy reason it brought me here."
You hold your pinky up, "Promise you'll tell us if the crazy gets to be too much?"
He hooks his pinky around yours and tugs you in, his lips brushing against yours. You eagerly return his kiss, pushing up on your toes slightly to better reach.
Bucky pulls back and smirks, "Do your worst."
"Don't let him hear you say that," you laugh pulling him back in.
-
You both moved to the sofa as you looked over the stack of movies Benji set aside, "Of course
such a punk."
"What?" Bucky asks, trying to see the titles you were looking at.
"I really should have seen this one coming. There seems to be a theme going on here with his selections for us," you turn the stack towards him.
The Princess Bride,
Arsenic and Old Lace,
The Wedding Singer,
Corpse Bride,
My Big Fat Greek Wedding,
The Proposal,
Just Married,
The Wedding Planner,
27 Dresses,
Bride of Chucky,
and Shrek.
"Arsenic and Old Lace? Is this a wedding movie too?"
"Kind of? It starts with a couple from Brooklyn eloping at city hall. Mostly it's about two older aunts poisoning men and shoving them in their window seat
Fun times. The back says it's from 1944, have you heard of it?"
He shakes his head, "I shipped out in '43."
"Right. Well, one of my favorite lines from it is highly relatable. He goes I probably should have told you this before, but insanity runs in my family
it practically gallops. I should print that on a custom welcome mat for our front door," you laugh.
He holds up Shrek next, "and this one with the green guy
?"
"I actually think you'll enjoy the friendship between Shrek and Donkey in that one. Their banter reminds me of another pair you may know," you give him a side eye glance.
"He's friends with a donkey? What is the green guy supposed to be? He doesn't marry the donkey, right?"
"Yup, we're watching this one. Pass the popcorn bowl, pleease. I'll go fill it." You grin as you kiss his cheek.
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Thanks again for your submission @kilikina34512 đŸ„°
"I’m so in love already with Benji! I could see this boy somehow getting lost at the park and telling a police officer, “Can you call my Uncle instead of my mom? He’s the Winter Soldier!” and having Bucky come get him just to keep from getting in trouble with his mom! 😂"
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𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 đ•Šđ•žđ• đ• đ•„đ•™ 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕊đ•Ș𝕣𝕩𝕡
Alhaitham x female reader
Even though you wake up sick with a sore throat, Alhaitham is here to make you feel better.
Fluff : No warnings
680 words
Seeing that I just got Alhaitham (đŸ„°), and also got sick at the same time, I decided to write a little something about this fine man. I hope his characterization is good enough, nevertheless I enjoyed a lot writing about him, it made me really happy 💚
Feedback is greatly appreciated <3
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Today, Alhaitham woke up with coughing noises as well as sneezes coming from the other side of his bed.
When the man turned around to see what was happening to you, he didn't need to look at you twice to understand you had gotten really sick during the night.
"Oh my dear, are you okay?", he asks, a little worried, while lightly caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.
The only answer Alhaitham gets from you are some grumbles coming from your sore throat, as you begin to wake up from your horrible night, full of headaches, a running nose and your body freezing to death.
"Hmm I see, don't you worry, I'll get what you need in the bathroom."
But Alhaitham don't have time to move away from the bed that your hand is tightly holding the hem of his white top.
"Please don't go", you whine with difficulty due to your aching throat.
Alhaitham can't help but shoot a tender smile at your cuteness, "Hey, I promise I'll be quick. If I don’t, then who's going to take care of my beloved humm?".
And just before exiting the room, he puts a kiss on your forehead, while his left thumb caresses your cheekbone.
You’re relieved to see that Alhaitham is always true to his word, when he comes back to you in less than 5 minutes.
You smile tenderly at him when your lover sits beside you on the bed. Albeit your smile soon fades when you see him prepare a spoonful of cough syrup.
When Alhaitham sees you staring at the medical bottle with disgust, and then at him, he stops you in your tracks, “Come on baby, don’t make me your puppy eyes”.
“But Alhaitham
You know I don’t like this one, it really tastes awful, please can’t we just
”
He cuts you off quickly, “Good girls take their medicine, don't you think?"
And you swear that you can’t say no to his serious face ; his little smile is encouraging you to open your mouth when he brings the spoon of medicine closer to you.
When you finally swallow the syrup, not without a disgusted face, Alhaitham shows how proud he is of you by giving you head-pats, your cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture that always makes you happy.
Soon after, the deep voice of your lover shakes you out of your daydream, “How about, for now, I read your favorite book to you ? My darling needs something to distract herself from her actual state as well as getting some deserved rest after all.”
You don’t need to be told twice to show him your biggest smile as a yes. Loving greatly when Alhaitham would read anything to you, always calming you down with his voice and affectionate gestures.
You both settle down as usual. Alhaitham is laying on the bed, with your body half curled up on him, your hand grabbing his clothes to feel his presence by your side.
“Now close your eyes, empty your mind, and let my voice accompany you through your dreams”.
While Alhaitham begins to read your book out loud, his voice soft but deep at the same time, his fingers find their way to your head, caressing it gently to soothe you even more.
And it doesn’t take you long to feel your body relax under the spell of his charming voice, melting into his warm embrace.
Your head on his chest allows you to feel the vibrations of his voice and hear the soft beats of his heart,
And just before feeling yourself drift off, you can’t help but speak your mind to your lover,
“Your voice really is my favorite sound.”
Your little confession makes Alhaitham stop for a few seconds out of surprise. His eyes locked on your sleeping figure, where little snores began to already escape from your open mouth.
A kiss is placed on your temple, symbol of the never ending love Alhaitham has for you.
“I wonder, dearest, who blessed me to have you mine in this life.”
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Random stuff from the outsiders!Chapter two~
Two-bit, Steve, and Soda according to pony would’ve also picked on Cherry with Dallas
“I’m never nice 😒 wanna coke? đŸ„°â€ -Dallas
Soda used to do rodeos, but his dad wouldn’t let him after he tore a ligament
“Johnny couldn’t say boo to a goose!” -ponyboy
Johnny knows he looks 14 and it bugs him something awful..
When Steve’s cousin came down all the guys (plus dal) were nice to her, and didn’t curse much ‘round her
Two-bit is real good at impressions
Two-bit will act drunk when hes not even buzzed up-
Two is still a junior at 18 😧
The gang all play football together đŸ˜­â€ïž
Steve was the one who found Johnny after he got jumped.. but soda reached him first
^ That scar he had got was from his temple all the way to his cheekbone
Dallas got sick when he saw johnny after he got jumped..
Poor boy was just tryna throw around a football 😭 (Johnny)
After Johnny got beat he was more jumpy than ever..
Dallas had gone to reform school, and while he was there Sylvia would flirt with Johnny and such- 😧
But Steve got hold of her and threatened to beat the Tar out of her if she tried anything with Johnny đŸ’Ș
Then good ol’ Steve had a chat about girls with Johnny 😙 (now Johnny is scared of girls- pony didn’t know if it was because Johnny was scared of Steve or the girls-)
Two-bit also gave pony a lecture abt girls too (big bros fr) ❀
This one is much longer!! And there was a lot abt Johnny gettin jumped that was important but I didn’t wanna flood it with just that 😅
Till we meet again for chapter three! đŸ«¶đŸŒ
I love you all 💋
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Plssss
Savage
â—„ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
â—„ SUMMARY: Patrick is so obsessed with an idea to breed you, and he's ready to knock you up even in his mother's house.
â—„ CW: 18+/ NSFW │69 & cowgirl (sex positions), heavy daddy kink, Patrick being fluffy but degrading reader at the same time, a lot of creampie.
â—„ WORDCOUNT: 3.1k
â—„ A/N: I'm sorry again for a lot of words. Thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it! đŸ„°
â—„ LINKS: │Bingo Writing Challange Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│
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What could be better than a ‘family’ dinner in Patrick’s mum’s fancy house–you thought ironically, fidgeting in your place. Almost straight away, you felt Bateman’s warm palm around your shoulders as he hugged you tightly, petting you from time to time like he was trying to soothe you and that was really unusual for him.
“So, how was your trip to Miami?” Mrs. Bateman asked, finishing her meal with a glass of wine.
“Everything went fine,” Patrick murmured, pulling you closer and leaving a small peck on your cheek. “(Y/N) received a lot of unforgettable memories and that is the most important thing for me.”
“Yeah, that was really nice.” You said sheepishly as you smiled at him, laying your head on his broad shoulder.
Amused by you two, Mrs. Bateman called out for a maid to ask what had been planned for a desert. Speaking about Patrick–his most desirable desert was sitting right beside him, melting in his sweet embrace.
With a quiet gasp, Patrick turned to look at you, watching you fighting with a yawn. Hugging you closer, he stroked your cheekbone before whispering: “Are you tired, Peach? It's been a long day.” “No no, I’m okay,” you nuzzled against his large palm, feeling yourself heavenly. “Just
 All dishes were so delicious and that made me a little drowsy.”
“Someone loves to eat, don't they?”
Frowning a bit, you pushed him aside with a light laughter “Well, it’s better than to always be grumpy cause you’re on the latest fad diet.” You punctuated the last words with a tease smirk and took a sip of the fresh orange juice.
As soon as Patrick was about to say something in reply, his mother clapped her hands with excitement, returning her attention to you again: “Patrick, dear. Maybe you will stay tonight? Tina’s cooking a cheesecake. She's so good at confectionery, you both need to try it!”
“You know I don’t eat any sweets
” imperceptibly, Patrick looked under the table and then, his tempting gaze fell on the black stockings you were wearing. “But maybe we will stay...” His suddenly low voice made your heart skip a beat.
“Ohh, I will be so happy if you stay!” You gave him a slightly confused glare, but you didn’t dare to speak, understanding that he definitely had something on his mind. Puzzled, you put a glass on the table to avoid any chance to break it when you heard Mrs. Bateman’s voice:
“I wanted to ask before, but I wasn't sure,” she grinned, gazing upon you one by one. “Are you planning to have kids? I have looked forward to being a grandmother for years now since Sean turned out to be a total jackass.”
“We’re working on it.” Patrick sneered in a stern voice, planting his palm on your hip.
His unexpected words almost made you choke on the air. Coughing, you grabbed his hand which was slowly sliding down between your legs, scorching your skin wherever he touched it. 
“Good to know. By the way, have you already shown (Y/N) my house?”
“I just thought about it,” he crooned, smirking to himself as he felt your body shivering from his barely sensible touches. “C’mon, Peach. Let me quickly show it to you.”
After saying that, Patrick stood up and gave you a hand, his eyes were darting all around your pretty frame, leaving you completely embarrassed.
“I expect you to return when the cheesecake is done. You don’t want to offend an old woman, don’t you?”
“We will come back later, for sure,” you nodded to Patrick’s mum, placing your palm into his big one and letting him help you stand up. “Thank you so much for the dinner. Everything was so perfect!”
Flattered, she looked at Patrick, smiling as if she knew something and saying: “You’re always welcome, sweetheart.” 
And then, you walked away, leaving a luxury living room behind.
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“How many rooms does this house have, exactly?” You asked Patrick, turning around each time you saw a door. 
“A lot, trust me.” 
All the way down here, Patrick was holding your waist, petting your back from time to time. Usually whenever he acted sweet, you knew–he was up to something; something you might not even like but that was the last thing Bateman worried about. 
Humming to himself, he halted near a dark wooden door, opening it slowly with a cocky smile. “Well, here we are.”
Bateman let you get inside first and then, a beautifully decorated room opened up before your eyes. Every little detail here was radiating an expensive, luxurious vibe: starting with the carpet and ending with the elegant curtains. Admired by the surrounding atmosphere, you turned around to see Patrick, standing near the entrance, watching you with pure delight.
“Is it your room?” 
“Mmm, technically it was mine
 a long time ago, but now it’s just a guest room,” he said in a soft voice, hiding his hands in his pockets. “You like it?” “Yes. It’s dazzling and
 it reminds me of your apartment.” With a cute grin on your face, you walked further into the room, exploring all stuff you could see.
Your curiosity made him chuckle from amusement, especially when you began to ask so many questions about each thing you found.
“Wow
 what a nice picture,” you took a photo, where two obviously rich boys were smiling at a camera. “It’s your brother I guess?” “Yeah, it’s Sean.”
“As I remember, you don’t really like him
”
“True. So, I doubt you would ever meet him.” He stated, strolling around the room behind your back.
You let out a quiet gasp, putting the photo in its place when you suddenly noticed an enormous collection of different musical records and cassettes. Biting your lip, you had to lean down to have a proper look at them and you didn’t notice the hem of your skirt pulling up, revealing the pretty curves of your butt. Without saying a word, Partick exhaled loudly through his nostrils as if he had been waiting for that specific moment. 
“I can see something caught your attention
” He murmured, approaching you from behind.
“Just wanted to have a lo–,” you gasped abruptly, founding yourself trapped in his powerful arms, with his hard groin pressed against your ass. “P-Patrick
”
“What is it, Peach?” He whispered into your ear, teasing the delicate skin of your neck. 
“You planned all of this, r-right? A-aww
” You moaned from the way he was squeezing your boobs, hugging you from behind.
“I just thought we shouldn’t waste any time,” pulling you closer, he licked your neck, biting it a bit after and forcing you to tremble in his grip. “Sugar
 I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”
 “Patrick
 W-we, we are at your mum’s house
”  
“You think I care?” Groaning softly, he hold you in his arms, lifting you up with ease as he moved towards a big bed in the room's corner. 
Gently, he set you on the edge, petting the bare skin of your thighs which was not hidden by your black stockings. Patrick was exploring your body with no rush like it was your first intimate moment and he wanted to enjoy every second. 
“When I saw these black stockings on you–I already knew how this day would end.” He purred, while his sneaky fingers finally reached your wet panties. 
“D-daddy
” You flinched from the burning heat his body was radiating. 
“Mmm, Peach,” he snuggled into your shivering frame, forcing you to lean on your back. “I won’t even comment on this. You’re always so wet for daddy, such a slutty little girl. Did you think about me fucking you during the dinner?”
Fidgeting in your place from embarrassment, you made a deep breath before replying: “I
 Yes, I did...”
You heard him chucking in amusement when he unexpectedly pulled away from you, standing up and towering over you like a mountain. 
“What an unbelievable confession.” Patrick mused, grasping your chin.
“Why don’t you just wait until we come home?” You rejoined, looking into his brown eyes. “I don’t feel comfortable
 Since everyone here can hear us.”
“Whether you want to be loud or quiet–it’s entirely up to you,” he fondled your lower lip, slipping his thumb into your mouth. “The only thing you can’t affect–I want to fuck you right here and right now. Be a good girl–take off your panties and spread your legs for me.”
His raspy voice echoed in your ears like a thunderclap, it sent a million goosebumps down your spine, hypnotizing you like a spell.
Thrilled, you were watching each other undressing, losing your minds by the second. With shaking hands, you tried to focus on your clothes that have left but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Patrick’s naked torso; he was literally sculpted like a Greek God–you thought like that whenever you saw the perfect relief of his muscles. 
When you finally did what he said, you looked at him from under your lashes, seeing nothing but a ravenous desire in his savage gaze. Breathing heavily, Patrick swallowed hard with how you opened up for him, revealing your blushing pussy; he didn’t even care about undoing his pants as his primal instincts overtook him completely. 
Watching your reaction, he cupped your needy cunt and pressed a thumb to your little nub, causing a muffled wail to erupt from your half-open mouth.
“D-daddy
 A-ahhh..” That was all you managed to pronounce as you threw your head back.
“(Y/N), baby
 Tell me, what you want the most,” he was teasing your clit with light strokes. “My fingers or
”
“Mouth!” you desperately blurted out, “I w-want your mouth
Please, daddy
”
“Oh, is it so?”
“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, timidly closing your eyes as your felt his skilful digits moving up and down your folds.
“Your dirty talk has improved markedly,” he admitted, pinching your tight nipple. “It’s not perfect yet, but it’s really getting better.”
Gasping from the lack of air, you remembered you forgot to put off your stockings, but as soon as you touched them you heard his hoarse voice:
“Leave them like that, sugar,” carefully, he took your hand away, replacing it with his own to worship your hips here and there. “You have such pretty legs, but
 by this time they should have been already rested on my shoulders or around my back.” After saying that, Patrick laid across the bed behind you, leaving you completely confused.
“Patrick?”
“C’mere, Peach,” he murmured as he beckoned you. “I’ve another idea how I can use my mouth.”
Hesitating a bit, you climbed onto the sheets beside him as you were trying to understand what was on his mind. “You want me to get on top of you?”
“I want you get on top of my face,” he responded, smirking with how your bit your lower lip. “Previous times, I didn’t have to persuade you
”
And he was so goddamn right-you thought before mounting him, but almost immediately, you had to change your position as he spanked your ass, forcing you to turn around, so you could reach his extremely hard cock. Leisurely, you unzipped his pants, petting his dick through his fancy boxers. Passionately, Patrick groaned in response, his solid body tensed under your touch. And then, when you sensed a light pressure on your lower back–you knew exactly what he wanted. With one simple motion, you got rid of the last obstacle to his hot flesh, which was longing for your attention.
“Baby
 m-mhm,” he let out a muffled moan as you were giving him a hand job he needed. “Do ya want me to start first?”
Turning around to face him, you murmured: “Yes, daddy
 Please, taste me
” Your innocent gaze was like a red button for him, which was turning on a full insane mode. 
As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his ankles, feeling a tingling sensation in your lower belly. Smugly, Patrick smirked to himself, revelling in all your high-pitched wails as his hands were tightly wrapped around your hips, pulling your pussy closer to his greedy mouth.
“A-aww, P-Patrick
” You whimpered before you gave his stony cock one long lick, starting with his balls and ending with the tip.
Feeling his lips tensed around your little tip, you made a deep breath and let him push into your mouth, taking him as deep as you could. Bobbing your head up and down, you were about to choke on his beefy shaft with how his tongue was toying your soaked pussy, but you didn’t stop–even if you couldn’t win in this “fight” you wouldn’t give up that easily.
“Such a cock-addicted slut, f-fuck
” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart
 I’m gonna reward you with my seed, gonna pump your tight hole so-fucking-full.”
Almost breathlessly, you moaned around his dick, drooling so badly and massaging his heavy sac as you were painfully close to your high; his hot tongue was relentlessly fucking your dripping cunt, while his brawny arms were holding you still, not allowing you to move even an inch. 
“D-daddy, mm-hmm, I’m s-so close
A-aah...” you cried out, almost sprawling against his legs, feeling a coil in your lower belly snapped with a vivid sensation. “A-aww, o-ohhh my Godddd
 ” 
Shaking erratically, you let him send you almost to the moon from the way his experienced mouth was eating you out, drinking in every drop of your sweet juices. With a slurping sound, Patrick couldn't get enough of your taste, licking and sucking your tender flesh, squashing your ass to keep you close as he was tongue fucking you through your orgasm.
Only after your body stopped trembling, he allowed you to break away from his hot mouth, petting your hips and leaving small pecks on them.
“You lasted even longer than usually, Peach,” he mocked, giving your buttocks a few slaps. “Maybe you even are bold enough to ride daddy’s cock?”
Gasping for air, you turned around to face him, locking your hazy eyes with his dark ones and it seemed like he could easily rail you just only with his fucking gaze. Smirking as he watched you getting yourself on top of him, he spread his knees to make you more comfortable and then; you had to bite your lips almost till the blood from the delightful sensation of being so full.
“D-daddy
 I want you to fill me and make my belly swell with your child.” You whimpered as you started to bounce on his thick cock.
Patrick growled in a low voice, resting his hands on your hips and forcing to you move faster. “You want daddy to make you a mommy?”
“Y-yes! P-please
 A-aww
 You’re so big, so
 F-fucking big
”
“A-aaah
. I thought you didn’t know any crude words,” he grunted, cupping your breasts which were jumping up and down whenever you moved. “F-fuck
 You should see yourself, such a pathetic little whore
 Begging daddy to breed her...”
Tilting your head back, you could feel a fucking ocean of mixed liquids where your bodies where connected, it was even flowing down his pubis and making it so wet. Although, it was so hard for you to ride him because of his huge size; you were trying your best to take him as good as you could cause you knew–you would be definitely praised for it later.
When you felt his chest rising and falling so rapidly beneath your hands, you leaned down to his face, latching your lips on his soft ones and moaning through the kiss as he suddenly began to pound into you harder; his solid hips were meeting yours with nasty sloppy sounds.
“B-baby
 Baby girl,” panting, he palmed your cheek, understanding that you were getting tired. “Let daddy take care of you
”
Without waiting for your answer, Patrick pulled you closer to press you against his firm torso, gripping you under the elbow for a better control and ramming into you in a merciless pace.
“A–aww, P-Patrick
” You sobbed into his ear, feeling nothing but a total delight from the intense friction your bodies were making. 
“I
 I'm gonna put my seed where it belongs
” with a loud groan, he sank his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck, causing a pitiful whine to escape your swollen lips. “C’mon, Peach
 Cum for me
 Cum for your daddy!”
Trembling, you were desperately trying to find his lips in this mess of your slightly wet hair, when Patrick suddenly gripped your neck, squeezing it and rocking into you with ragged deep thrusts. This insane mixture of sensations left you no chance but to fall over the edge, your inner walls spasmed around his throbbing cock so tightly–your vision turned white, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Daddyyyyyy
”
“Peach
 F-fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me
” 
Slamming into you with his last strength, Patrick yanked you closer to press your forehead against his and then, with a feral growl, he shot his warm seed inside your pulsating womb, pumping you so hard until his cum flowed down your thighs. Shivering, you hugged him tighter, nuzzling against his neck and spreading your legs wider as your pussy was so greedy for every drop of his fertile cream.
It felt delicious, being ruined by him and claimed. 
Totally exhausted, you were about to get off of him when you heard his grumpy voice: “My dear, where are you going?” he pinched your ass, making you flinch. “Did you forget what the doctor said?”
“About us having a regular sex?” You rejoined tiredly. 
“No, baby,” Patrick laughed, taking your tresses away to look into your eyes. “We need to lie like this for some time, but that thing’s also very important.”
Gasping, you rolled your eyes from his didactic tone, staying still cause you didn’t want to argue with him. “As you say, daddy.”
Patrick knew you were teasing him, but he didn’t react, as he decided to leave it for later. “We have to go downstairs and try this fucking cheesecake, cause my mum won’t leave us alone,” he scowled, rolling both of you on the side. “And
 I think we need to cancel all our plans for tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“We have an entire night ahead,” he smirked, tracing his thumb against your lower lip. “I doubt you could move after it.”
A muffled whine of protect fell from your lips before he caught your mouth, covering your little body with his powerful one and damn–he was still unbelievable hard inside you. 
“P-Patrick?”
“Shhh, little one. I got you
”
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eddiethefreakkmunson · 11 months
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Breaking Down
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: When Eddie stands you up your insecurities convince you he has cheated on you, but when morning comes and you turn on the news to hear that a Hawkins High student has been found dead you realise how wrong you really were
Word Count: 4.8K
Content Warnings: Reader spends some time thinking Eddie has cheated on them (obviously he didn’t), Reader also spends some time thinking Eddie is dead (obviously he is not), Reader has very low self esteem - Follows the plot of season 4 so you have a general idea of what to expect! One use of Y/N but it was necessary
Authors Note: I decided to try my hand at angst again! My comfort zone is definitely smut so it feels good to branch out and try something new. I don't know right now if I have any intention of continuing this, I just had the scene with uncle Wayne nagging in my brain and wanted to make something out of it so here we are. Thank you @shybunnie20 for proofreading and giving me tips, if you love a bit of angst please go check out her work because it is incredible ❀
Reblogs/comments are always appreciated! đŸ„°
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“That’s why we play!”
The room had erupted with fervent cheers and celebration after Hellfire’s most recent victory. You looked around to witness the looks of pure elation on your teammates faces as they embraced each other with glee. You turned towards Erica, the younger girl beaming with pride after rolling the winning hit, your heart swelled as you watched Eddie bow down to her in commendation.
“WE WON!” Dustin screamed into your face as he grabbed and shook you by the shoulders.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, his face a dark shade of tomato red, if he was any more ecstatic you think his head might burst.
“Hell yeah we did!” you patted him affectionately. “Vecna was no match for the great Lady Applejack.”
You shot Erica a wink as she spun around and grinned at your praise. You basked a little longer in the glory with the rest of the guys before they eventually packed up their belongings and headed out for the night, leaving you and Eddie alone. You watched him standing at the head of the table, carefully gathering the remaining game pieces and packing them away with his binder. He looked warm, happy. A soft smile lingering on his lips at the success of his campaign, his cheeks flushed from the rush of the leftover adrenaline of the evening. He looked pretty, almost radiant below the low lighting of the theatre room. You strolled idly along the length of the table to wrap your arms around his middle.
“Congrats on yet another outstanding performance dungeon master,” you mumbled against his skin, your lips pressing kisses along his cheekbone.
“Well I do try,” he smiled down at you cheekily, puckering his lips.
Taking the hint you leaned forward, granting his request for a real kiss. His fingers weaved themselves into your hair, lips moving gently with your own. You melted into his touch, only pulling away when you needed to catch your breath.
“My parents are away this weekend,” you reminded him with a suggestive raise of your brows. “Why don’t we go home, order way too much takeout for two people and watch but not really watch that movie I rented last weekend?”
“Hmmm that sounds perfect,” he sighed leaning in for another kiss.
“C’mon then,” you gave his waist a squeeze before letting go and moving to gather your bag from the opposite end of the table. “Let’s get the hell outta here.”
“Yeah
” he scrunched his nose up guiltily as he drew the word out, the way someone did when they were about to burden you with bad news. “I kinda have a thing I need to do first, can I meet you there?”
“A thing?” You scrunched your nose up in question.
“Yeah,” he simply responded.
“What kind of thing do you have to do where I can’t come with you?”
“Okay,” he sighed, his arms braced on the table in front of him.” Just don’t make a big deal out of it, promise?”
You stared at him in silence, not willing to make any promises when the way he was speaking to you already guaranteed you were going to be unhappy.
“I’m taking Chrissy Cunningham back to my place,” he spoke to you calmly, scanning your face for the first signs of dismay. “For business.”
“You’re taking... Chrissy Cunningham,” you enunciated the cheer captain’s name. “To your home alone on a Friday night, for business?”
“Yes,” he snapped, a little irked by what your tone insinuated. “For business.”
“What makes her so special she can’t just buy from you at school like everybody else?”
“She did come to me here but let’s just say she requested something a little stronger than my usual wares.”
“Stronger?” You couldn’t hide the surprise in your voice. “Eds what are you selling her?”
“Special K,” he shrugged casually.
“Special K?! Eddie
 Baby
 You think a good step up from weed is ketamine?” You tried to keep your voice down, despite your rising exasperation, unsure of who was still in the building that could possibly overhear you. “I’m sorry but are you crazy? You could get in serious trouble if anyone finds out about this.”
“I could get in trouble for a lot of things if people found out about them sweetheart,” he grinned at you like it was a joke.
You stayed silent, staring at him in disbelief. You loved Eddie but you regularly found his flippant attitude towards serious topics the source of your frustration. He put one hand on his hip, his chin dipped towards the floor. Realising that he wasn’t going to charm you into being okay with this he decided to pull the empathy card. He didn’t need you to accept it as long as you understood.
“Look. I don’t know what shit she’s got going on in her life, it’s not my place to ask,” he walked along the length of the table slowly as he explained. “But whatever it was, it was really troubling her. She wants something stronger and I have it so, if she wants to numb her pain I’m not gonna judge okay? Neither should you.”
You were silent while you thought about what he said, you understood where he was coming from, and you weren’t judging Chrissy in the slightest. You were more worried about Eddie getting locked up and ruining his life than you were about her coping mechanisms. No matter what he said to try and put you at ease you just couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that this was a terrible idea, in more ways than one.
“I just don’t like it,” you eventually told him, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be.
“Why? You jealous?” Eddie smirked at you, his attempt to ease the tension in the room by teasing you.
“Yes,” you answered without missing a beat.
Eddie dropped the smirk immediately, his features softening as he was taken aback by your honesty. He took a few slow steps forward to close the last of the space between you, taking both of your hands in his, he pressed his forehead to yours and looked into your worried gaze.
“Don’t be,” he spoke earnestly. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” you closed your eyes focusing on his touch, your voice barely above a whisper.
He squished his nose into the apple of your cheek, huffing a breathy laugh before he attacked your face with a series of wet, sloppy kisses. Refusing to stop until he saw a smile break out across your face.
“Eddie stop!” You giggled, you ducked your cheek down to your shoulder in an attempt to wipe away his saliva.
“It’ll be okay,” he assured you, his voice taking on a more deliberate tone as he cradled your face in his large palms. “I promise.”
You bit your bottom lip in worry but nodded, accepting that he wasn’t going to reconsider and not wanting to fight with him anymore that night.
“I’ll give her the stuff then drop her off home and come straight to yours okay?” He placed one last kiss firmly to your lips, lingering until he heard you hum in content. “Leave your window open.”
So home alone you went, the festering ball of anxiety in your stomach only sitting heavier the further away you got from Eddie. You were usually thrilled by the prospect of an empty house. It wasn’t even the fact that you could have as much uninterrupted fun with Eddie as you wanted, you got plenty of opportunities to be alone at his place thanks to his uncle’s work schedule. You enjoyed the freedom, the independence, the peace and quiet was normally a comfort. But not tonight, tonight it made you feel eerily lonely. You had planned to order your food and get the VCR ready for when Eddie arrived but your appetite dwindled with every passing minute. Instead you headed upstairs with the prickling urge to take a shower in an attempt to wash away the uneasiness. The scolding water did little to calm your nerves and you prayed that Eddie would turn up sooner rather than later, it was the only way this feeling was going to go away. Back in your bedroom you pulled on an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts, after unlatching your window so Eddie would be able to climb through you buried yourself under your covers with a book. You willed yourself to focus on the words in front of you and not on what was going on at your boyfriend’s trailer right now.
Eddie had given you no reasons to doubt him. He was forever doting on you, finding new ways every day to show you how much he loved you. Sometimes it was something as simple as insisting you didn’t walk home alone, other times it was a big public display of his affection which you always acted embarrassed by but secretly loved. He had never been shy about letting the world know you were his. Yet there was always that voice in the back of your head telling you that you weren’t good enough, not pretty enough, not interesting enough, not for someone as wonderfully eccentric as Eddie. Eventually someone else was bound to catch his eye, someone like Chrissy. She was the epitome of perfection. Sweet, beautiful, popular, adored by all, how could you compete with that? You wouldn’t even blame Eddie for being enticed by her. You’d never been concerned by the thought before tonight because you had never seen them interact, you didn’t think she would ever have spoken to him given her boyfriend’s obvious distaste for him. Not only her boyfriend but most of her friends. Now you knew that not only was she not afraid to speak to him but she was completely willing to go home alone with him and your mind was beginning to spiral.
‘Stop it.’ You scolded yourself as you felt the first signs of hot tears burning behind your eyes. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment in your life when your self-esteem became so low, you had struggled with your insecurities for as long as you could remember. It had taken someone like Eddie, someone so crazy and confident and so unashamedly themself, giving you his affection to start slowly but surely healing those wounds. He had you believing that you were beautiful, you were funny, you were worthy of his attention. Or so you had thought. Tonight had proved that almost a year’s worth of what you thought had been progress was a lie. If it could be unravelled so easily by something as simple as him being alone in his trailer with another girl, Queen Bee or not, then you really were still at one of your lowest points.
When it had taken you almost two hours to read a grand total of five pages you gave up on the idea of trying to keep your thoughts occupied, flinging your book across your room in frustration. You balled your hands into tight fists and dug them into your eye sockets before you could allow yourself to start crying. If he had been telling the truth about how straight forward this meeting was then he would have been here by now. The town wasn’t that big, he should have been able to get from school to his trailer, quickly exchange goods and money, take Chrissy back to her house and still make it yours in under an hour. Something was wrong. You reached for the phone on your nightstand and dialled Eddie’s number, it rang and rang with no answer.
“Fuck!” You yelled as you slammed down the phone.
Why would he not answer? The thought of them together was haunting you. You kept thinking about her touching him. Kissing him. Her perfectly manicured fingers tangled in his curls while he manhandled her tiny frame. You were crying now. You couldn’t stop it. You spent the next hour obsessively dialling his number to no avail before you succumbed to the heavy pull of sleep.
You woke with a start, your head foggy as you were dragged suddenly back to reality. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and glanced at your alarm clock, the numbers blinked 04:17. You were still alone, the cold, unoccupied space next to you made your stomach drop all over again. He never showed up. It was now nearing 9 hours since you had left Eddie at Hellfire. You slipped out of bed and headed over to your window, wanting to double check that you had definitely unlocked it for him. It slid open with ease. Did he show up and leave because you had been asleep? No, he wouldn’t have left. There had been countless times he had shown up after you had nodded off and he always, always, slid into bed beside you regardless. As much as you wanted it to be your self-deprecating mind overreacting you were starting to truly believe he had cheated on you.
There was no other reason for him standing you up. If he needed to change your plans at the last minute, if something had come up that was going to keep him away from you all night he would have called to tell you. You allowed yourself to cry for only a moment before your worry started to turn to anger. Fuck him. And fuck her too. Fuck him for lying to you for almost a year about how much you meant to him and making you believe it. You fell asleep furious at Eddie for the second time that night.
You were roused the next morning by the sunlight streaming through your window. You groaned while you shielded your eyes from the sun, your arm blindly reaching across the empty space beside you on instinct as you momentarily forgot the events of the night before. Oh right, he’s not there. Your chest tightened all over again as the feelings of betrayal began to return. Your clock now read 09:34, you supposed you should get up despite you having no plans for the day. It would have been spent lazing in bed with Eddie and that made you want to stay there even less.
Feeling sorry for yourself, you dragged yourself down the stairs and to the kitchen for some breakfast. Despite your appetite not returning you knew it wouldn’t do you any good to start skipping meals, you couldn’t let yourself fall into a pit of depression. You switched on the tiny television that sat on your kitchen counter and turned away to pour yourself some cereal. You were on your tiptoes reaching for a bowl on the top shelf when your efforts were brought to an abrupt halt by the voice of the news reporter from behind you.
“We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County, we don’t have a lot of details now but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning
”
You felt your blood run cold, draining from your face as your heart plummeted to your stomach. The box of Froot Loops in your hand dropped, spilling out far across the kitchen floor as you spun on your heel to watch the screen.
“Police have not released the name although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying the family. As you can see behind me Chief Powell and the Hawkins Police Department are actively investigating the scene
”
A breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding released in the form of a sob as your eyes focused on the trailer in the background behind the reporter. That was the Munson trailer. No doubt about it. You barely had time to spin around when the nausea hit before you were spewing the contents of your stomach into the sink behind you. The realisation hit you like a freight train, the reason Eddie hadn’t crawled through your window last night, the reason he hadn’t picked up the phone to your hundred calls wasn’t because he was cheating on you, it was because he was dead.
Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, the panic spreading through your chest like wildfire making it hard to breathe. You were the worst person in the world. You had spent the entire night thinking so badly of Eddie. Your insecurities allowed you to believe he was a liar, a cheat, and when you were calling him every name under the sun in your head he was going through god only knows what. You needed to know what had happened to him. You needed to see it for yourself.
You snapped out of your trance and raced back up to your bedroom, scooping up the first t-shirt and pair of jeans your eyes landed on. You threw them on haphazardly and grabbed your keys. It didn’t even cross your mind to try and fix your dishevelled appearance, your hair sticking up wildly from your restless night, eyes still a little swollen from crying yourself to sleep. You locked up and grabbed your bike from the garage and pedalling faster than you ever had in your life, you set off towards the trailer park. You rode on autopilot as your brain wandered back to your previous dark train of thought. Back to what events could possibly have led to Eddie ending up dead. Was it an accident or was it murder?
How did it happen? Was the whole thing a set up? Was Chrissy in on it? Had she tricked Eddie into thinking she wanted drugs to get him alone so her boyfriend and his goons could jump him, did they plan to kill him or was it a cruel prank gone too far? You had only had a handful of brief interactions with Chrissy before but she never gave you the impression she was a bully, she didn’t seem mean like the majority of her friends. Maybe she wasn’t in on it at all, she might not even know now. What if Jason had found out about her little meet up with Eddie and followed them? Eddie had never been a violent person but he could hold his own in a fight if it became necessary. Jason was a pussy by himself but if he had rounded up his pack of dogs and pounced on Eddie when he was unsuspecting and alone he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Was it your fault? Maybe you had spoken too loud when you were discussing the meeting last night after all. The basketball game had ended around the same time, the entire team and cheer squad were still in the building, any one of them could have walked past and run to Jason with news of what they had heard.
By the time the rusting sign for Forest Hills came into view you were winded from the exertion. Your ankles were bruised and scraped after slipping off pedals so many times from how erratically you were riding. You had been on enough nightly strolls around the park with Eddie to know it inside out by now, the most straightforward path to the Munson residence was cordoned off so you took a different route. There was enough commotion that you were able to weave between the trailers unnoticed.
Your eyes landed on Wayne, he looked more run down than you had ever seen him. Pacing back and forth in clear distress, a half smoked cigarette held shakily between his fingers, his eyes sunken in with exhaustion. You leapt off your bike and sprinted over to him, tears already stinging behind your eyes before you’d even made it to him. He noticed you coming towards him and held his arms open ready for you to throw yourself into them, sobs already wracking your body as you buried your face into his worn flannel.
“It’s not him.”
“Huh?” You sniffled into his chest, his large palm awkwardly yet comfortingly patting the crown of your head.
“It’s not him, darlin’,” he confirmed again. “S’not Eddie.”
The sense of relief that washed over you at those words was indescribable, the tight feeling in your chest squeezing your heart like a vice alleviated with the news that Eddie was safe. Or at the very least not the dead Hawkins student they had been talking about on the news all morning.
“Then wh-?” You started to ask who when your voice cracked on the last syllable.
“Dunno, never seen her in my life,” he shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Blonde, looked like she was wearing one of those cheer uniforms?”
“Oh,” you breathed in sad realisation. “Chrissy.”
“You know what she was doing here?” Wayne asked, he knew every one of Eddie’s friends that he trusted enough to bring into his home and none of them were the preppy type.
You took a step closer to Wayne, very aware of the amount of cops that surrounded you.
“He was selling her ketamine,” you whispered low enough that only he would hear.
“Oh, Eddie,” Wayne groaned, his fist digging into his eyes in an attempt to suppress the stress migraine he felt coming on as he shook his head in disapproval. “Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.”
He was aware of his nephew’s illegal business ventures and chose to turn a blind eye. The guilt of not being able to spare the money for Eddie to go out and treat himself always won over his moral compass, but he had no idea that these dealings were anything more than just marijuana. You peered over at the trailer, the door was left wide open. Against your better judgement you squinted to try and get a peek of what was going on inside. The acidic bile rose fast in your throat as your eyes landed on Chrissy. If it wasn’t for the cheer uniform you wouldn’t have even recognised her. From your limited view you could make out a heap of contorted limbs, bent and twisted in an inhuman way. What the fuck happened last night?
“Hey, hey,” Wayne tugged on your arm to snatch your attention away from the grizzly scene. “Don’t look at that.”
“He’s missing?” You asked bringing the subject back to Eddie, willing away the fresh wave of nausea that threatened to creep up at the sight of Chrissy lying on the floor like a pretzel.
You already knew the answer or he would have been here to hug you instead of his uncle.
“Uh huh,” Wayne confirmed, the anguish evident across his features. “I just hope he ran and got far enough away from whatever the hell did that.”
You nodded in agreement, you prayed he had run away. But why hadn’t he run to you? Was he hiding somewhere you knew? Or had he been taken by whatever had killed Chrissy? You couldn’t stop your building frustration as you wracked your brain for any place that he could have gone that was out of the public eye, suddenly seeming to forget every place you had ever visited with him. Wayne sensed your impending spiral.
“Go home kid,” he ordered, his hand squeezing your shoulder. “S’not gonna do you any good being ‘round here. Promise I’ll call you if I hear any news ‘Kay?”
You agreed to go home although somewhat reluctantly. You would be even more useless sitting on your ass at home worried sick than you were at the trailer park. You felt helpless either way but at least here you were more likely to be able to overhear any new information that was unveiled that may be able to help you find Eddie. Jumping back on your bike you headed back towards your house but not before making a couple of pit stops on the way. You had to pass the motel on your route anyway, you considered it a long shot since it was probably too public, plus if Eddie had run away in a panic you doubted he’d have enough cash on him to afford a room for the night. Nevertheless you slowed down as you passed, scanning the parking lot for his van with no luck. Next you took a slight detour into town towards Tony’s Tobacco, Eddie frequented the shop often to get his Camels on the cheap since he became friendly with the owner. Maybe he was hiding out in the back room or something.
“Hey, Tony,” you wheezed still out of breath from the overexertion, the ageing man behind the counter glanced up from his morning paper, squinting at you through his bifocals.
“Oh morning, sweet pea,” he greeted when he recognised you, his voice raspy from the years of heavy smoking. “What can I do for you? Eddie send you to pick up his usual?”
“You haven’t seen him then?” you visibly deflated.
“Not since last week,” Tony shook his head as he tried to recall when Eddie last called into the shop. “Is everything okay? That boy’s not got himself into trouble again has he?”
“No, no, erm I’m sure he’s just with one of the guys,” you lied, you didn’t want to get into a discussion about Eddie when you were still seconds away from a full emotional breakdown.
“Okay,” the older man accepted your words, sensing your agitation. “If he drops by I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.”
“Thanks, Tony,” you waved him goodbye before making your swift exit.
You headed home deciding it might be easier for you to think straight if you were sat by the phone, Wayne had promised he would call you if he had any updates. You headed to the bathroom to splash your face with some cold water, seeing your reflection for the first time that morning you winced as you took in your appearance. The circles beneath your eyes were darker than they had ever been before, the whites of your eyes bloodshot from the many shed tears. Your hair was like a bird's nest, knotted by the wind and your sweat, sticking up every which way. You fixed yourself up just enough that you didn’t look like the walking dead and headed down to the kitchen.
You switched the television back on and sat down at the table with a notepad and a pen. There was nothing new to report since the last time it had been on but you wanted it on in the background just in case. You flipped the pad to an empty page, the tip of your pen tapping the paper impatiently as you wracked your brain for a list of places Eddie might be hiding out.
Lover’s Lake
Skull Rock
There were a few hidden spots around the edges of Lover’s Lake he had often taken you to, while you couldn’t imagine him spending an entire night there with no shelter it was worth checking them out.
Sattler’s Quarry
Also not somewhere he could hide out long term but it was isolated enough that he could have gone there undetected while he figured out his next move.
Train tracks
It wasn’t long ago that Eddie had told you about a bunch of abandoned train cars on the tracks up by The Warzone, they could have provided him shelter for the night.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the shrill sound of the phone echoing throughout your small kitchen. You scrambled from your place at the table, chair legs screeching against the linoleum before it tipped back and crashed against the floor with the force of your movement.
“Hello?” You answered desperately, waiting for the gruff sound of Wayne’s drawl to answer you from the other side.
“Y/N!” The voice responded, not the voice you were expecting.
“Dustin?”
“Yeah hey, have you seen Eddie?” He asked, he sounded almost as desperate as you did.
“No, not since last night. Why? Do you have an idea where he might be?”
“No
 No errrrm, never mind
” he stammered after a moment of hesitation.
“Dustin!” You pressed, sensing he was about to hang up on you. “Why are you looking for Eddie?”
“Notimportantsorrytobotheryoubye” the younger boy rushed out in what sounded like one word before the line clicked dead.
Not important? Not important? Your boyfriend probably witnessed an extremely gruesome murder in his home and hasn’t been seen or heard from since and this kid thinks he can just blow you off when he clearly knows something you don’t?
You didn’t have his number but you could tell he wasn’t at home, the hustle and bustle in the background and the brief snippet you caught of what sounded like Steve Harrington trying to chat up a customer told you he was at Family Video. You grabbed your keys and your bike and headed into town, determined to find out what the hell was going on.
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Until We Meet Again
Felicia Hardy x Reader
Requested by anon
Request: Hello! can I request something with Felicia Hardy/Black Cat and reader? could be anything, if it is okay. She is too underrated ❀
I have chosen a prompt for felicia 💕 “Will we ever meet again?”
You don’t necessarily have to choose that prompt but it would be nice đŸ„° thank you so much for answering so fast by the way and for reblogging those prompthsâ€ïžđŸ€â€ïž
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.
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Prompt is from @linwritesif ‘s prompt list!
A/N: I hope you guys like it! 😄 Also this gif isn't mine, credit goes to whoever made it!
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You had met Felicia about a year ago. It was a nice autumn night, you had decided to go up to the roof of your apartment building and look up at the sky. You knew you wouldn't be able to really see the stars in the city but still.
Felicia was traveling alone the rooftops after a successful heist, when you caught her eye. She watched you for a few moments from the rooftop across from your apartment building.
After a few moments she quickly and quietly made her way to you. "What's a gorgeous woman doing on a beautiful night like tonight by herself?" She gracefully sat down next to you.
That night you two talked and got to know each other. Almost every night since then, that spot on the roof of your apartment building became your meeting place.
xxxxx
You were in your apartment, pacing back and forth. You had heard what was going on with Hammerhead and that Felicia was somehow involved.
You knew Spider-Man was trying to help her, Felicia had told you about how he tried to help her change. Knowing what she does, it doesn't change how you feel about her. Not that she knows about your feelings for her.
Suddenly you heard an explosion in the distance, you could literally feel it shake your apartment. Rushing over to your window, your eyes widened in horror. That was Felicia's place.
"No, no, no..." You place your hand over your mouth as tears start to roll down your cheeks, your heart drops into your stomach.
A few moments later there was a knock on your door. You quickly wipe away the tears before going over to your door and looking out the peephole.
You gasp when you saw who it was, your heart pounding. You yank open the door and pull Felicia into a tight hug. "F-Felicia... but how? I saw what happened..."
She wraps her arms around you, without letting you go she moves the both of you inside your apartment and she closes the door with her foot.
"Come on, sweetheart." She smirked. "You know cats have nine lives."
You look up at her, without even thinking you lean in and kiss her. When you realized what you did, you went to pull away but Felicia held you closer and deepened the kiss.
When you both pull away from the kiss, you start to blush. Felicia moved her hand and placed it on your cheek, cupping it as she gently run her thumb over your cheekbone.
You lean into her touch. "I thought I lost you..."
"You'll never lose me, (Y/N)."
xxxxx
For a few hours you and Felicia talked. You had finally told her how you felt and she did the same. But there was something she wasn't telling you.
You and Felicia were standing at your front door, she wrapped her arms around you. "I need to go into hiding for a while, sweetheart." She gave you an apologetic smile.
You understand, but that didn't mean your heart didn't drop. "Will we ever meet again?"
"Of course we will. You'll be the first person I see when I get back." Felicia leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
When you watch Felicia walk out the door, you wanted nothing more than to run after her and tell her to stay with you. But you knew why she had to go into hiding and she didn't want to put you in any danger.
But you knew you would see her again.
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Can I request another Garrett soulmate au? This one the mate he finally finds is blind and has been since birth. When she's changed they're not sure if she will gain eyesight as Carlisle said there are some things even venom can't fix. I think it would make Garrett melt being the first thing she's seen. đŸ„°đŸ„°đŸ„°đŸ„°đŸ„°đŸ„°đŸ„°
Please and thank you!!
(A/N: I apologize for how long this fic took, I was having a few problems with my computer. Nonetheless, I enjoyed writing this! Garrett and his human soulmate may just be my favorite thing to writeđŸ€­. I found the dynamic between Garrett and this reader to be so refreshing to express. I added a bit of my own twist to the end with the readers abilities, so I hope you don't mind. As always, Enjoy!)
Eye of the beholder
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Garrett x Blind!Fem!Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.
Summary: You had come to terms with the fact that you would be blind for the rest of your life, and the fact that you would never know what your lover, Garrett, looks like. But what if there was an accident, and you had to be changed? Would the venom grant you your eyesight?
‌TW‌: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, slight angst
Word count: 2,331
“Describe it again”, Your voice holds a pleading edge as you lay your head back on Garrett’s lap, “Please?” 
“I’ve already described it two times, my love” Garrett chuckled, his thumb traced over your cheekbone. He was looking down at you, you could tell by the way his voice echoed. 
You closed your eyes, snuggling further into him, “A third time couldn’t hurt.” 
“ I guess not,” Garrett hummed, “ The snow, as I said is white-”
“White is the color that feels like pillow feathers right?” You inquire, rubbing your fingers together as if you could imagine the very feeling. 
“Mhm-hm”, Garrett hummed in agreement, “ The snow itself is falling fast. Some of it is hitting the window beside us, while most of it is landing on the ground. The pine trees, the spiky ones, are covered in it.”
You shifted before he could continue, “ What does it make you look like, the snow? Does it make your hair a different shade? Do you get paler, if that’s even possible?”
“ I thought my appearance wasn’t important-”
“-It isn’t!” You reassure, “ I love you for who you are, obviously. I just want to know how you change with the seasons.” 
“ His hair is a shade lighter. It goes from a cold tone to a warm tone, and no, it isn’t possible for him to get paler” Kate’s voice echoed from down by your feet. The Denali’s had been your makeshift family for quite a while, that’s how you had originally met Garrett. Kate had befriended you, despite the fact that you were just a human. You were a ‘fun soul’ she had insisted. 
Then, after a visit from her cousin Carlisle, Garrett randomly appeared. Apparently, during Carlisle’s visit, he had come to the conclusion that you were the type of warmth Garrett needed, and he was right. The two of you clicked instantly. With Garrett, it was like you could see the world, even if you physically couldn’t. He made you feel whole, despite the rest of the world thinking you weren’t. Garrett never figured out how Carlisle guessed you would be his mate, but he’ll be forever grateful nonetheless. He had since then become happier, and healthier as the Denali’s would put it. Garrett hadn’t touched a human in the years he’s known you. 
“Thank you, Kate, at least someone is helpful” You snort teasingly. 
Garrett scoffs sarcastically, “ If I’m not helpful, then I guess you’ll have to find another mate who will read to you.” 
“Carmen would” You huff, folding your arms stubbornly.
“Speaking of Carmen, she wants Garrett to take care of a bear problem” Kate informed, she must’ve been standing in the doorway now since you could barely hear her. 
You didn’t need perfect eyesight to know that Garrett had rolled his eyes, “ and here I thought Kate had come to visit because she missed us”
Tanya had been gracious enough to let you and Garrett stay in the guest cabin, which was only a ten-minute walk from the main family house. It gave the two of you all the privacy and independence you needed but still remained close enough for the others to pop in and out. 
“Will you remain here while I take care of the bear, or would you like me to take you over to chat with Kate-”
You sighed, cutting him off before he could worry anymore,“-Darling, we’ve lived in this cabin for years now, I can handle myself long enough for you to handle a pesky bear.” 
“Yes, I know, and I’m not doubting you” Garret paused to cradle either side of your face, “ but leaving you in this house so far from the others just worries me. I'm sure Eleazor can handle the bear.” 
You pulled Garrett’s hands from your face, “Garrett go, I will be perfectly fine while you’re gone.” 
“Stubborn as ever” Garrett grumbled underneath his breath.
You snorted, “I heard that.”
“ You were meant to” Garrett replied before turning away, “I’ll only be gone a moment. Don’t venture outside the snow is getting worse-”
“-Gooooo” You groaned, tired of the princess treatment. Garrett mumbled a quick, ‘fine, fine’ under his breath before whisking away. The rush of air he left behind aided the deep breath you took. The house was now silent, and normally you hated silence. This, however, was nice. A moment of true independence is what you needed. Not that Garrett didn’t give you that, because he did, but he also smothered you sometimes. You had dealt with the challenges of being blind long before you met Garrett, and you would continue to deal with it even when he wasn’t there. 
A thump near the door caught your attention. You cocked your head to the side just in time to hear it again. It was heavy and repetitive. Your palm slid flat against the living room wall as you moved closer to the door. Normally you would use your walking stick when venturing outside, but you only planned on opening the door this time, not exiting it. 
“Hello?” You called out loudly, hoping that whatever animal it was would scurry away before you opened the door, but as you paused, the thump sounded once more. You opened the door slowly, cracking it just enough for you to step one foot outside. The sound was louder now as if it was right next to your head. You took your hand off the door for only a second, a second too long apparently. Before you could comprehend what was happening, your foot lost its grip on the first step and you were descending downwards. The icy steps met your back harshly, probably cracking a rib or two upon their greeting. Your head received the worst of the fall it seemed. It hit the cold step so hard that the ice turned warm, or perhaps that was just blood that you were feeling. Your heart stuttered at the pain, and Garrett had heard it. He was back by your side before the muscle inside your chest could beat again. 
“ No, no, no, you were supposed to stay inside” Garrett panicked, he slipped a hand under your neck so that he could assess the damage. His undead heart would’ve dropped to his stomach if it could’ve. Sat at the bottom of your head was a gnarly gash that trickled blood onto the snow. 
“Garrett-”
He put his other hand to your cheek swiftly, reminding you of his presence, “Yes, my love?”
He could see struggle decorate your features momentarily, “ I can’t move anything. Why can’t I move?”
Garrett stilled,“ Don’t worry about that. I’ll call Carlisle and he’ll fix everything-” 
“-Why can’t I move?” A phantom ache spread across Garrett’s chest at the panic in your voice. 
“Carlisle will explain everything, I promise” Garrett slid his hand away from your face and place it beneath your legs. Slowly, and carefully, he moved you back into the house. He placed a towel beneath your head and called Carlisle at the same time. The blonde doctor was quick to reassure Garrett that he would be there as soon as possible, and that he was. Carlisle took no more than a half hour to reach the Denali residence. Kate had been the one to greet him at the door. She explained how bad your condition had gotten, and just how much blood you had lost. Carlisle knew what he would have to do before he even entered the house, and it seemed Garrett did too. 
“ Carlisle” Garrett greeted. 
Carlisle nodded in return, “Hello again, Garrett. How is she?” 
“ She is still awake, no need to talk about me as if I’m not” You spoke quietly, though to you it sounded loud. 
“ My apologies” Carlisle chuckled, “How do you feel?” 
“ I don’t feel anything, that’s the problem” You sighed.
“Alright-”
“ My sight had already been taken from me, Carlisle” Your voice didn’t quiver or hesitate, “ I can’t lose my mobility as well, please.“ 
Carlisle looked to Garrett before speaking again, “ What would you have me do then?” 
“ Garrett knows what I want” The silence afterward was heavy. There was no need to ask if you were sure, or if you knew what it would entail. Garrett knew you were serious, but he also knew that he couldn’t be the one to do it. He had only become vegan a few years ago. The taste of human blood, especially yours would send him into a frenzy, and Garrett would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop. 
“Garrett” Carlisle was asking permission, he wouldn’t just turn someone else’s mate without their consent. 
Garrett nodded, “ I trust you, Carlisle.” 
“ This may hurt, I’m sorry” Carlisle apologized before leaning in. You didn’t feel the bite, but you sure felt the venom. It was as if your blood had turned to glass within your veins and then shattered into a million different pieces. Each and every one of those pieces then drove themselves deeper and deeper into the very mapping of your body. Garrett gripped your hand tightly as your back bent off the couch. He watched the muscles in your body tense and tears leak from your eyes.
Garrett looked to Carlisle solemnly, “Will she be able to see?” 
“I’m not sure,” Carlisle answered honestly, “ There are some things that not even venom can fix. Truth be told, I have no way of telling if the transformation will work.” 
“ It will, I told her it will” Garrett mumbled.
Carlisle’s lips pursed, “You know it isn’t up to us.” 
It took a full day for the venom to work its way through your body. Garrett sat by your side the whole time. Kate and Tanya stayed for the first few hours, but once the sisters realized that the transformation would work, they left. Everyone knew Garrett would want a moment alone with you when you awoke. 
When you finally did wake up, you didn’t bother to open your eyes. You had gotten so used to using your other senses that you were overwhelmed with how sharp they were. Every noise outside, from the birds chirping to the crunch of a hiker's boot that was acres away reverberated clearly throughout your ear. The fabrics of the couch beneath you felt like individual threads rather than twine that had been sewn together. Eventually, when you did open your eyes, a familiar stranger was there to greet you. You had never seen this man in your life, but you knew who he was. It didn’t take the auburn hair or golden eyes to know that he was Garrett, your Garrett. You reached out, a bit shakily, to touch his face. He was real, very real. You watched your hands meet the porcelain of his cheek. His skin crinkled under your palm as he smiled widely.
“Kate wasn’t kidding when she said you couldn’t get any paler, huh?” Your voice was even different, more melodious.
Garrett wanted to laugh, “ You’ve finally seen my face for the first time and that’s what you choose to say?” 
“Would you rather I list every physical feature of yours that I find intriguing?” You jest, “because I could’ve sworn you insisted that your appearance wasn’t important.” 
“It’s a relief to see that immortality didn’t take away her sass. I’m not sure we would’ve survived without it” Your eyes flickered to where Carmen’s voice sounded from. The brunette stood in the doorway with a smile just as warm as her voice. 
Your eyes lit up with joy, “Carmen, it’s wonderful to finally see you.” 
“ Oh come on, why does Carmen get a warm sentiment? I was the first person you saw-” 
You shot Garrett a look over your shoulder, “Hush up, you child.” 
It took not even a second to realize that Garrett had actually gone quiet. Both you and Carmen shot him puzzled looks. To which you received the same. Garrett's eyes were wide with confusion and his jaw was clenched tightly. He had indeed gone quiet, just as you told him. 
“ I think we’ve figured out your gift already” Carmen chuckled,  “ You’ll have to tell him to speak again.”
You let out a sarcastic snort, “And how would I do that?” 
Carmen moved to stand at your side. Her hands positioned your head to look at Garrett once more, “ Look in his eyes and tell him to speak.” 
You roll your eyes in disbelief before clearing your throat, “Alright, um..you may speak now.” 
“ How did you do that?” Garrett sputters the second his mouth opens, “Nevermind, I know how, but wow that’s
.that’s kind of hot actually.” 
A laugh tumbles from your lips, “Only you would think that’s hot.”
“Not only is it hot, but it’s brilliant. Do you realize how much power your eyes now hold? I mean you made me do something with the slightest of eye contact” Garrett had moved to hold your face in his hands, his lips pressing gently beside each eye. 
“Not sure it’s something to brag about-”
Garrett scoffs, “ Oh please, if you won’t brag about it, then I will. I want everyone to know just how brilliant my woman is.” 
“Oh, your woman?” You gape in mock offense. Garrett hangs his head with a deep chuckle before attempting to correct himself. Carmen watches from the side with a smile on her face. Eyesight or not, you were still the same person, but the way your eyes refused to leave Garrett truly warmed her heart. The two of you continued to bicker as she backed away, leaving the two of you to explore your newfound gifts. Which you indeed did. The two of you used your newly bestowed abilities to travel the world. You were able to see so many things for the first time, and with Garrett by your side for all of it. Just like he would be for the rest of your eternal lives.
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holdmytesseract · 2 years
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Father Feelings 》 The Baby Fever AU
Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Request: "I need more of Loki doting upon the reader while they were pregnant. He would always be around reader & always had his hands on the baby bump & constantly talked to his child inside the womb." - Requested by @aagn360 ! 😄
Summary: Since you discovered that you were pregnant, Loki is super protective and doting upon you...
Warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff
Word Count: 2,2k
a/n: Thank you for this sweet request! đŸ„° I really hope you like what I wrote! 😊💚
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I loved Loki. I really did - with all my heart, but sometimes he was a tad too protective. Especially since I broke the news to him, that we were pregnant. Not that I didn't like it, gods no! But he exaggerated it sometimes...
"Babe..." I literally whined, digging the heels of my hands into my eyes. "Get away from the door and let me go, please! The girls are waiting!" "No." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why not?" "We discussed that already, darling. I am not letting you go out alone at night, while you are pregnant." I let out a frustrated groan. "And that's okay, babe, but I am not alone and it's just a visit to the cinema! It's not like we are going to a bar with drunk men everywhere, or go on a pub tour. It's not even a mission! It's everything but dangerous!" "Cinemas can be dangerous, too. What if you are choking on popcorn?" Seriously? He pulled the popcorn card? I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Babe... Don't be ridiculous." "I am not being ridiculous." He argued, stepping closer, "I just want my girls to be alright and protected. I don't want anything to happen to you. Or even worse
 Lose you..." and placed both his palms on my bump. At his words, my expression changed immediately. There it was... Loki's actual problem. His fear of loss. I gave him a compassionate look, cupping his cheek and grazing my thumb over his sharp cheekbones. "Lokes... you won't lose us, because of a cinema visit. You'll never lose us, I promise." He looked at me; his eyes no longer the ones of a God, but a frightened boy. "Yes?" I nodded and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him softly. "Yes - and besides, what could happen to me? I've got a Black Widow, the Scarlet Witch and the girlfriends of the mighty Thor and the Iron Man by my side. These girls would guard me with their lifes... Trust me, we are protected." Loki squeezed his eyes shut, but nodded. "I can't keep you from going anyway, can I?" "Nope..." I giggled and kissed him again, before I passed him by, heading for the door. "Y/N, please just look after yourself. Call me, if you need me." "Promise." I kissed him a last time, before I left our apartment and went for the communal living room, where the other girls already waited. "Sorry for the delay... Lokes detained me quite a bit." I gave them an apologetic smile. "Let me guess..." Started Natasha with a knowing smirk. "His liability to overprotection?" "Yup." Natasha rolled her eyes, still grinning. "Knew it." "Gods... He's worse than Thor..." Jane stated, giggling. "And even Tony." Pepper said, referring of course to her pregnancy with Morgan. "I hope Viz is not going to be like that, when we decide to have kids..." I sighed, scratched the back of my neck. "I know - and I love him for that, but sometimes it's a tad too much. Although, I can't blame him. He's been through a lot..." "Well, that's quite true..." Agreed Jane. "And it's super cute anyway. I mean... Men and babies, come on!" "Gosh, yes." We all had a laugh together, before Nat linked arms with me and Pepper. "Shall we, ladies?" "With pleasure." I smiled.
The visit to the cinema had just been one example. But there were, of course quite a few more...
I was just standing in front of the printer, waiting for the device to do its job, when I felt a pair of strong hands settling on my hips; palms gliding to the front to rest on the clearly visible baby bump. It caused me to smile. I knew, of course, exactly who that was... "Do you have an appointment, Mr. Laufeyson? You know that no one gets an audience with me without having an appointment." I teased him, knowing how ridiculous he thought of that concept. Loki snorted out a laugh. "I certainly don't care, if I have an appointment or not. I want to see my wife and nobody is going to forbid me that." I giggled softly, "I know that you don't care - and I love it." before I tilted my head to the side, so that I was able to kiss him. "Why are you here, though? It's shortly after ten. Don't you have a meeting about that new mission?" A mischievous smile darted over his face. "Yes, I do, but my clone makes a good work in staring boredly at the presentation of Rogers, so..." "I see, mischief." Loki just chuckled low and pulled me closer. "How are you and our baby girl doing today? I didn't hear you leave this morning." Since I discovered that I was pregnant and therefore couldn't go on missions anymore, I had a talk with my other fellow Avengers and Nick. Together, we decided that I could switch to working for S.H.I.E.L.D in the months, leading up to the birth. I was very happy about this solution. I wouldn't have wanted to just sit at home the whole time and be useless. Gods, no...                                                                                                      I didn't work as an agent, of course. Loki was strictly against it. "Certainly not, darling. I am not letting you work as an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D... Their missions may not be as dangerous as ours, but you never know. You wouldn't be the first agent who get hurt or even killed on a mission." And so, I was now here for the office busywork - but like I said... It was fine for me and my back and feet were thankful for this job as well. "We're fine, just a bit tired." "Didn't you sleep well last night?" Loki's voice was laced with slight worry. "No, no, I did sleep good." I said, shaking my head and shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe it's just the whole being pregnant thing..." "Or you are working too hard?" I knew that was coming... It was always a part of his argumentation. I rolled my eyes, but smiled, before I turned in my lover's embrace. "I am not, Lokes. It's not that. I mean... What do I do? I mostly just sit on a desk and go through reports, sort out files and do other boring office stuff. Nothing too exhausting about this." I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, trying to calm his upcoming overprotection down. But Loki being Loki, he raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? If not, I'll have a serious talk with Fury and-" Once again, I rolled my eyes with a smile and interrupted his sentence, by pulling him in a passionate kiss. A good way to shut him up. "It is quite rude of you to try to distract me with your sinful lips on mine, darling." I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a cheeky smile. "But it works." "You are lucky, I love you, my queen." I giggled at his sentence, wanted to answer him as a knock suddenly sounded on my door. "Agent Y/L/N?" It was Maria's voice. "Nick wants to talk with you." "I'll be in his office in a minute, Maria! Thank you!" "Alright, I'll tell him." Her steps subsided again. "Well... Seems like I gotta go now - and you too, mister. I heard this mission is important." A smug smile tugged at Loki's lips. "Not nearly as important as my girls." Loki placed both his hands back on my growing baby bump and pressed a lingering kiss on my forehead. My heart threatened to explode with the love I felt for this man. "I love you so damn much, Lokes." He chuckled softly at my words and brushed a loose strand of Y/H/C hair out of my face. "I love you, too, darling. And I love our child." He kissed me once again, before he stepped back, "I'll see you later." and vanished into thin air.
Yeah... His overprotection could be quite a pain in the ass sometimes, but I nevertheless loved him for being exactly like that.
And then there were moments, where I just basked in Loki's doting attention...
I had barely crossed the third month mark, when I woke up one morning, slumped tiredly into the bathroom to change - and then noticed that my S.H.I.E.L.D uniform didn't fit anymore. I just couldn't button up the black trousers... "Oh come ooon..." I huffed, a frustrated groan leaving my lips. I looked down to see where the problem was - and only then noticed my sleepy brain, that my belly was slightly swollen. A tiny baby bump had just appeared, seemingly overnight. I blinked, couldn't quite realise it. I was so stunned, I didn't even notice how the door to the bathroom got opened... "Darling, what's wrong?" Loki's voice suddenly urged to my ears, ripping me out of my trance. "Nothing, babe... It's just, uh..." A smile darted over my face, as the realisation finally dawned on me. "My trousers don't fit anymore. Guess I have to ask Nick for a new pair." My husband frowned. "Why aren't your trousers fitting any- ohhh..." As soon as his eyes landed on the still unbuttoned piece of clothing, it dawned on him as well. "Yeah..." His oceanic blue eyes met mine again, a smile creeping up his face. Before I could even say more, Loki got down on one knee in front of me, so that he was at eye level with my belly. Carefully, he brushed the fabric down my legs again, giving him free access to touch the tiny bump. He pressed both his palms gently against it, completely in love. I just watched him with tears in my eyes and reached out my hand to brush his long, raven-haired curls back; enjoying this precious moment. When his orbs met mine again, they were also brimming with tears. Oh, how much I loved this vulnerable, soft side of him. He smiled a teary smile at me, before he redirected his attention to the tiny life, growing inside of me. I felt how his lips grazed my skin, peppering the bump with soft kisses. "I love you, Y/N. And I love this baby so much. How did I ever deserve you?" I cupped his cheeks in my palms, tracing his sharp features with my thumb. "You deserve the world, my love. You've been through so much. Life didn't always treat you kind, I know. But not anymore. You've got me now; we've got this kid - and we will be a wonderful family." Loki didn't answer, stayed silent for a few moments. "You are incredible, darling, do you know that?" I had to giggle at his words. "Yeah, I know. You told me before, babe." Loki stood up again, took my hands in his. "This is all I ever wanted. You and that baby - this life - is my true glorious purpose." A tear escaped the corner of my eye, clearly triggered by his loving words. I stood on my tiptoes to capture his lips with mine.
From that day on, he used every opportunity to touch and kiss my baby bump - even speaking from time to time with Ella. It was the cutest thing ever, and I enjoyed every second of it...
I couldn't tear my eyes off the sweet sight in front of me. It was already quite late. All the lights were out, except my bedside lamp. I laid in bed, actually wanted to read, but then I got joined by my husband, and now? Well now, he was laying on his stomach, between my legs. He used my left thigh as a pillow, while one of his hand was intertwined with mine, the other was draped protectively over my baby bump. He had snatched the book out of my hands, wanted to read for us, but now, soft snores were escaping his lips. He just slept in like that, while reading. It was too cute to handle.
I just stared at him, with a smile on my lips - until I felt suddenly a strong kick against my bladder, causing me to hiss in pain and move, what in return woke up Loki again. I felt how he stirred and slowly lifted his head. "Is everything alright, love?" He asked in a deep, sleepy voice. "Yes, Ella's just been kicking me, is all. Go back to sleep." "She kicked?" "Uh.Huh." I saw how Loki propped himself up, got on his knees, the muscles in his bare upper body flexing quite deliciously. Sleepily, he rubbed his eyes to fully wake up, before he placed both his palms back on my baby belly. "Well, hello there, sweet princess." He spoke in a soft voice, receiving a soft nudge against his palm in return, causing him to chuckle. "Can't you sleep, baby girl?" Another nudge. "Why not, huh? Was it because I stopped reading to you and your mama?" Ella kicked me even stronger. "Ow!" Loki chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of my bump. "I take that as a yes. Sorry, my darling." Loki grabbed the book, which had almost fallen off the bed after he had slept in and opened it, picking up his reading where he left. I just smiled, thinking to myself, what a wonderful man I had by my side. I couldn't have wished for a better man to be the father of sweet Ella.
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agentrouka-blog · 7 months
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I was rereading AGOT and I forgot how
 soft Sansa is?? Especially from Arya’s POV??? Like just look at her,,,,
Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once.” She has such fine, delicate hands.”


Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jayne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
“What are you talking about?” Arya asked suddenly.
Jeyne gave her a startled look, then giggled. Sansa looked abashed. Beth blushed. No one answered. ïżŒ
“Tell me,” Arya said.
Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening. Myrcella said something then, and the septa laughed along with the rest of the ladies. ïżŒ
“We were talking about the Prince,” Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.
That’s why she was abashed? Because she was caught talking about Joffrey? đŸ„ș


Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment. “Beth, you shouldn’t make up stories,” Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words. She looked at Arya. “What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He’s very gallant, don’t you think?”
“Jon says he looks like a girl,” Arya said.
Sansa sighed as she stitched. “Poor Jon,” she said. “He gets jealous because he’s a bastard.â€ïżŒ
This appears to be said with genuine sympathy; note her sighing, and think about Jon’s station in-world compared to Joffrey’s.
“He’s our brother,” Arya said, much too loudly. her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.
ïżŒSepta Mordane raised her eyes. She had a bony face, sharp eyes, and a thin lipless mouth made for frowning. It was frowning now. “What are you talking about, children?”
“Our half brother,” Sansa corrected, soft and precise. She smiled for the septa. “Arya and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today,” she said.
Sansa lying in a way that compliments Myrcella (“Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment”) and benefits Arya by making her look good???
😍😍😍


Everyone was looking at her. It was too much. Sansa was too well bred to smile at her sister’s disgrace, but Jeyne was smirking on her behalf. Even princess Myrcella looked sorry for her.


It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.
AHH I LOVE HER SM
Anyway I just wanted to rant about how đŸŒ·đŸŒč🎀🧾😍đŸ„čđŸ„° she is!!!
I appreciate your rant, thank you!!
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starryeyedstories · 1 year
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Nova! Please could I request a little something something with Steve and ‘joy’ from the December prompts? Maybe some mistletoe involved 👀 thank u mwah
Anything for you, my dear đŸ„°
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“I’ve never kissed anyone under the mistletoe.”
Steve couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Robin. The two of you weren’t exactly quiet, chatting over the Family Video counter whilst Robin tidied up the desk in preparation to close the store for the night. You were going to be staying over at Steve’s that night so you’d planned to meet him at work and get a ride home with him.
“Lucky you,” Robin was saying, “December first, Keith hung that-” Steve knew without seeing that she was pointing in disgust at the limp bunch of mistletoe taped to the doorframe between the main store and the back room where he was filling his backpack with a few of your favourite Christmas movies. “-and he’s been trying to catch me under it all month.”
Steve had to bite his lip to stop himself laughing at the retching noises the two of you were making. Even still, his brow was furrowed as his mind returned to what he had heard you saying: you had never been kissed under the mistletoe. As your boyfriend, he considered that a personal failure on his behalf.
A car horn sounded from outside, Nancy having arrived to collect Robin. He heard you saying your goodbyes and the door shutting behind her, before you appeared in the back room doorway.
“You ready to go, baby?” you asked, your cheeks lifted by a warm smile.
His expression softened at the sight of you, the way it always did. You were already bundled up against the cold outside, a ridiculously long scarf that Mrs Byers and El had knitted for you almost obscuring the entire lower half of your face.
“Almost,” he told you, standing from his seat at the coffee table, “There’s just this one thing I have to do.”
Your eyebrows shot up as he approached you.
“What’s that?” you asked.
He stopped in front of you, his eyes flitting up to the meagre sprig of mistletoe over your heads before he grinned at you.
“I’ve gotta tick something off your bucket list.”
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he carefully moved your scarf down to expose your lips, smiling as always. His hands spanned your cheeks and gently lifted your chin, joy sparkling in his eyes as he beamed at you.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” he whispered, slotting his lips to yours.
Every kiss from Steve was special- he always saw to that- but you could tell he was trying to give you the most fairytale perfect kiss he could in that moment. As you held onto his wrists loosely, his thumbs swept a slow path over your cheekbones, the tip of his nose pressing into the softness of your cheek. His lips moved ever so gently against yours, giving you a taste of the faint sweetness of his cherry lip balm and the spearmint gum he liked. You even felt your foot lifting off of the ground without you telling it to; you’d thought that only happened in the movies.
When he pulled away, it took you a few seconds to open your eyes and- when you did- you found that he was grinning at you.
“How was that?” he asked.
Your lips parted in surprise at the question, as if it wasn’t obvious that you were just slightly stunned.
“Perfect.”
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