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punkshort · 20 hours

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Unveiled

Continuation of The Stranger

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: Dave confronts you in the office and things quickly turn heated.

Warnings: language, threats of violence, sexual tension, smut (18+) MDNI, protected piv sex, edging, fingering

WC: 4.7K

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How was he so calm?

How was he just standing there chatting in the breakroom with some guy, one hand holding a coffee, the other shoved into his pocket with an easy smile on his face while your heart was racing so fast you felt faint?

When he had first stood up from his desk, he pinned you with a dark stare and you were absolutely sure he was going to say something to you. You braced yourself for it, your trembling fingers hovering over your keyboard, but he just breezed right past without a second look. And now he stood in the breakroom talking about football or cars or the goddamn weather, you had no idea, but from where you were sitting he appeared completely at ease.

You heard your name and you blinked, forcing your eyes from Dave and onto the man standing behind you.

"Yes, hi," you said, trying to collect yourself. You stood to shake his hand and he introduced himself as Michael, your trainer for the week. Just to get you familiar with the software and stuff like that, he had said. He pulled up a chair and began instructing you to click on certain things on your screen, explaining what each tab's purpose was, where you could find important information on clients, reports and data, so you quickly began jotting down notes, forcing yourself to focus. You needed this job now that you were on your own, you couldn't let Dave distract you.

You were successful, for the most part. You had been listening intently to Michael explain how to run statements and alter them if need be that you didn't even notice Dave walk past your cube, his step faltering ever so slightly when he saw Michael leaning over your shoulder, then enter his office and shut the door.

It wasn't until lunchtime, after Michael left with the promise to return in an hour, did you notice the closed door across from you. There was no window. Dave was completely hidden from view. For all you knew, he had a client lunch and had left.

The office was quiet as you made your way to the breakroom to get some water. It was a nice day now that the rain had stopped and it seemed like most people wanted to go outside for lunch. The area was still relatively new to you so you had planned on just staying at your desk. That is, until you felt a strong hand grip your elbow, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

"Come with me."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. Deep and commanding, firm yet smooth.

With a shaky hand, you put your cup on top of the water cooler and turned around only to find him halfway across the office already, heading for the stairwell. You smoothed down your dress and forced your legs to move, but it felt like you were walking through quicksand. When you saw him slip through the door, you moved faster while still trying to look casual to the few remaining people at their desks.

You pushed open the door, eyes flickering around, wondering if he went up or down when his arm shot out and yanked you to the side, pushing your back up against the concrete wall. You gasped and winced at the grip he had on your arm. It was not like his touch from last night. This time, he was angry.

"Who the fuck are you?" he seethed, towering over you with eyes so dark they almost looked black.

"What?" you squeaked, then he tightened his grip. You were about to cry out when he covered your mouth with his other hand.

"Who do you work for?" he tried again. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You had no idea what he was talking about.

Slowly, he lifted his hand from your mouth so you could answer, but his grip on your arm remained.

"I-I work here, I just started-"

He wrapped his hand around your throat, not enough to choke you but just enough to scare you.

"You think you're funny?"

"No," you gasped, fingers clawing at the back of his hand, "I swear, I don't - it's a coincidence, I-I don't know who you are!"

"Pretty strange coincidence, if you ask me," he replied, still holding onto your throat, his jaw tense. "You move into Alvarez's apartment and you got a job here? Who sent you?"

"W-what?" you sputtered, tears streaming down your face now. "Let me go!" You tried to kick him but it was no use. His hips pressed against your body, pinning you into the wall, effectively immobilizing you. "P-please," you begged, squeezing your eyes shut, "I don't know you! You're hurting me! Let me-"

His hand immediately dropped from your throat and you doubled over coughing.

He watched you for a moment as you tried to gather yourself, wiping furiously at your cheeks, then rubbing your throat. He could have killed you in an instant. If you were an agent, you were a really bad one.

"Alright, get up," he said, his tone flat. When you shifted, the shoulder of your dress slipped down and revealed the strap of your lingerie underneath. His breath caught in his throat as he stared, immediately recognizing it as the piece he found hidden in the back of your closet the night before.

You stood up and fixed your dress, eying him warily as he stared at your now covered shoulder.

"Are we gonna have a problem here?" he asked, dragging his gaze up to your face. "You gonna tell anyone what you know?" You shook your head.

"N-no. No problem. Please, Dave. I need this job. My whole life just got turned upside down. All I have is my shitty little apartment and this place," you could feel the tears building up again but you blinked them away, his stare cutting right through you. "I just need to get back on my feet. That's all I care about. I don't care about you or... whatever it is that you do."

His expression shifted and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"You don't care about me?" he repeated lowly. You gazed at him for a moment, your back still pressed up against the wall, panting slightly as your adrenaline wore off.

"No," you said quietly. He took a step forward and you stiffened.

"No?" he asked, voice softening as his fingers traced your shoulder. You swallowed and shook your head. He pinched the fabric of your dress between his thumb and pointer finger and gave it a little tug, revealing the lingerie strap again. "Then what's this?"

You bit back a gasp and instead tilted your chin up bravely. "It's nothing."

"Hm," he said, his eyebrow twitching playfully. "Because to me that looks awfully familiar. Tell me," he stepped forward again, eliminating any space between you to the point where you could feel the heat rolling off his body. "When you put this on, did you think about me?"

"Dave-" you began to protest, but he shushed you.

"Did it turn you on? Wearing this all day?" he whispered, lightly brushing your hair off your shoulder, making you shudder. He hooked his finger underneath your chin and leaned down, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Did I leave you wanting more, baby?"

Your knees weakened at the way he managed to tear you apart so quickly.

"Yes," you whined softly, brows furrowing as the blooming heat between your legs became unbearable.

"Yes to what?"

"All of it."

"Fuck," he mumbled, dragging in a ragged breath through his nose. You needed to touch him. You needed to feel the heat of his skin under your fingertips but all that was exposed was his neck. You cupped his face then gently fanned your fingers downwards, caressing his tanned skin underneath the collar of his dress shirt, thumbs grazing his chiseled jaw as your fingers danced around, trying to memorize every freckle. But when you sought out his lips, desperate to feel them pressed up against yours again, he stepped back.

"Not here," he said, holding your wrists in his hands.

"Then where?"

You were fully aware how pathetic you sounded, but you didn't care. Something about him was so magnetic, you couldn't help it.

He opened his mouth to respond when the door opened on the floor below you. He dropped your wrists as a group of people's laughter echoed up the concrete stairwell, pulling your attention towards the noise.

When you turned your head back in his direction, he was slipping silently through the door, back to his office.

Grease seeped through the paper bag you clutched in your fist as you trudged home from work. Your feet ached and your head throbbed and all you wanted to do was put on some sweatpants, eat junk food and watch TV the whole the night.

Dave avoided you the rest of the day. He kept his office door shut the entire afternoon and when you got up to use the restroom, he must have snuck out to go home because his office was dark and empty when you got back to your cube.

After the emotional rollercoaster he put you through, you were throughly exhausted and feeling pretty shitty, so you stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of red wine on a whim.

And although the lingerie was a bit uncomfortable, you kept it on, sliding your sweatpants and an oversized shirt over the red lace. Because even though you were confused and a little hurt, you still wanted something that reminded you of him.

You tried not to read too much into it.

Instead, you devoured your burger as you watched some crappy reality television show, something to turn your brain off for a while as the red wine coursed through your veins.

By the time you were ready for bed, you cleaned up and checked the lock on your door. The flimsy chain was pinched between your fingers as you hovered over the lock, considering for a moment whether or not to use it.

You ultimately let it drop, the metal grazing against the wood, swinging back and forth as you turned on your heel and headed down the short hallway.

Something pulled you out of a deep sleep at 1:56am. You noted the time because your eyes immediately locked onto the clock next to your bed, bright red numbers glaring at you from two feet away. You strained your ears, trying to figure out what caused you to wake, but you didn't hear a thing. Rolling over onto your back, you slid your bare legs out from under your comforter, your feet about to touch the floor when you saw him.

Your heart jumped into your throat and you forgot how to breathe as you stared at the shadowy figure silently sitting at the end of your bed, and if it weren't for Dave's distinctive side profile, you wouldn't have recognized him as quickly as you did.

"What are you doing here?" you whispered, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. He tipped his head back and sighed.

"I don't know."

He was wearing a similar outfit as before: dark, long-sleeved shirt and pants, but no gloves and no hat this time.

You waited a minute, your breath quickening as a familiar warmth settled low in your belly. You knew why he was there.

"You should use the chain," he said, still not looking at you. He stared at your closet from across the room, instead. "It's not safe."

"Do you mean you're not safe?" you asked, and you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch in amusement.

"No, I'm not," he said lowly, finally turning his head. His eyes raked up and down your body, noting appreciatively that your sleepwear was rather sparse. Then his eyes met yours. "Does that frighten you?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak. Instead, you just shook your head, lips parted, heart racing in your chest as you waited.

"I can't-" he cut himself off and dropped his gaze to your bed. "I can't offer you anything good. Like you deserve."

You would come to realize later he was negotiating terms of the relationship he was willing to have with you. But in that moment, you only wanted one thing.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

And when his eyes met yours once again, you saw an undeniable heat behind them. He hesitated for a moment, wishing the small part of him that had some morality left would come forward and stop him, but maybe that part died long ago and he was too busy to notice.

He didn't even remember doing it, it was so fast. He was on top of you, pinning you into the mattress while his tongue licked feverishly inside your mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, your greedy fingers seeking out his skin. And just like before in the stairwell, you found it difficult with the clothes he was wearing. But he didn't have that problem because all you were wearing was an oversized shirt, your sweatpants abandoned earlier next to your bed. His hand slid up your smooth leg and stopped at your hips, just underneath the hem of your shirt, plucking at your lacy underwear.

And then it hit him.

You didn't change your clothes.

He pulled away from your mouth, causing you to groan irritably.

"Off," he demanded, urgently tugging at your shirt. You frowned until you realized what had gotten him all worked up, then you grinned.

Sitting up, you chose to make a little show of it. You gripped the hem of your shirt with both hands, and maintaining eye contact, you slowly lifted it over your head and tossed it to the side, shaking out your hair when you were finished. His gaze darkened and he adjusted himself through his pants as he leisurely committed every single detail of your body in that lingerie to memory.

"Did you wear this hoping I would come here tonight?" he rasped, eyes still glued to your body.

"Yes."

That was when you saw the first crack in his mask. His eyes softened and his lip quivered before he was on you once again, his mouth moving hungrily against yours, his hands gripping and squeezing every soft piece of you he could find.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was possibly putting you in danger simply by being there. Anybody could be tailing him. Anybody could be waiting for their chance to take him out. It's why he never tried to be close with anybody before. He couldn't take the risk of putting someone innocent in harm's way, to be used as collateral in a world they knew nothing about. But something about you made him forget all his rules. He couldn't stop himself from seeing you that night. And had he stayed another minute, he would have taken you right in the middle of the stairwell at the office.

He needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear you say you wanted this. But before he could ask, you spoke.

"Take your pants off," you said, your hands tugging feebly at his waistband. "I need you, Dave, please."

Working his zipper down with one hand, he kept his mouth pressed against yours while your fingers raked through his hair, pulling and tugging impatiently. Leaving his pants partially undone, he groaned and pulled away so he could drag his mouth down your neck, in between the valley of your breasts and then down your soft stomach.

The sharp stubble from his chin against your sensitive skin made you jump underneath him and he chuckled darkly, throughly enjoying how responsive you were. He hooked his fingers underneath the band of your panties and pulled. You lifted your hips in earnest and he had to hide his smile against your skin.

He dropped your panties to the ground and sat up, pressing your knees into the mattress and spreading your legs wide so he could see every inch of you. You squirmed under his gaze, trying to ignore the embarrassment creeping up your neck but he didn't notice. His eyes were pinned directly between your legs, unable to look away.

"Can I touch you?" he asked quietly, and something about the way his tone softened when he asked for permission, two things you didn't expect from him, made your heart flutter.

"Yes," you whispered, then your back arched off the bed when his middle finger dragged slowly through your folds. His thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing a few circles until his middle finger slid all the way up once again, pinching your bundle of nerves before pulling his hand away entirely. You gasped and writhed around before him, your hips canting upwards, searching for his touch. He smirked and fell forward, his left arm holding himself above you while his right hand cupped your mound, his middle finger finding your clit as he pet back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace so he could watch your face twist with frustration underneath him.

"Shh, relax," he murmured when you began to whine and pull at his shirt. You wanted him to go faster, he knew that, but he was going to build you up slowly and watch you fall apart.

"Dave," you whimpered, then tried gazing up at him imploringly, begging him with those big beautiful eyes. "I need more, I need-"

"Let me worry about what you need," he said, his finger still maintaining the same slow pace, tracing up and down your seam. Every time his fingertip flicked against your clit he felt a new wave of arousal coat his fingers. By now, his cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans, but he put it out of his mind. He waited all day for this and he wasn't going to rush.

You panted heavily, head rolling from side to side, your entire body ready to snap if only he would just go a tiny bit faster or apply just a little more pressure. It felt like you were right there but he kept holding you back. You bucked your hips up, trying to seek out what you needed on your own, but he just watched you and grinned. That was when it occurred to you he was enjoying watching you dissolve into a desperate, moaning mess. He knew what you wanted, knew what you needed, but he was purposely denying you.

"Dave, I can't," you whimpered, his finger scooping up another gush of arousal but still not entering you.

"Can't what?" he goaded, watching as two tears slid from the corners of your eyes.

"It hurts," you moaned, and his grin was replaced with a fake, sympathetic frown.

"What hurts, baby?"

"My pussy," you gasped, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, the ache between your legs unbearable as you kept clenching around nothing. "Pleasepleaseplease," you chanted, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Alright, tell me what you need and I'll give it to you," he relented, touch still feather light over your clit.

"Your fingers," you mumbled, blinking away the tears, "inside. Please, Dave, please - oh god!"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he slid two fingers inside you with ease and finally that devastating pinch between your hips was quelled. He didn't hold back now. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them each time he reentered you, quickly drawing your orgasm to the surface while the heel of his hand slapped harshly against your clit.

"Oh fuck, yes!" you cried, back arching off the mattress, head tilting back and your eyes sliding shut but he tsked and nipped at your jaw, bringing your attention back to him.

"Eyes on me," he demanded, and you nodded, your mouth hanging open, holding his dark gaze until the coil snapped and you moaned his name. Your body immediately flooded with relief and your muscles went lax but you kept your eyes trained on him, just like he said.

"Fuck," he groaned, admiring the sticky mess between your legs when he removed his fingers. He pulled out a condom from his back pocket and quickly rolled it on while you laid there, all pliant and soft and submissive, desperately trying to catch your breath.

He didn't give you much time to recover. With your chest still heaving, he grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. Your heavy lidded eyes watched as he knelt between your legs, but before going any further he reached one hand underneath and unclasped your bra. Flinging it towards the end of the bed, his mouth latched onto your nipple right as he began to feed you his cock with a deep groan.

You gasped at the stretch and allowed your fingers to get tangled in his hair, vaguely noting he still hadn't taken off any clothes. His pants were shoved down slightly, just enough to free his cock, but that was it, and you would have protested if he didn't already feel so fucking good.

"Dave," you whispered, his focus still on your chest, teeth grazing over the soft swell of your breasts as he eased himself inside you. He didn't respond when you said his name again so you tugged on his hair, forcing him to pin you with his heated gaze. "Eyes on me," you murmured, and you swore the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile.

With one snap of his hips he bottomed out, slanting his mouth over yours to muffle your cries.

"Is this what you wanted?" he breathed, both your jaws hung open, mouths hovering over the other as he began to steadily rock his hips.

"Yes," you hissed, far too fixated on how deep he was, how delicious the sting felt as he split you open to offer up much else.

Dave hummed his approval and grabbed your waist, rolling your hips in rhythm with his. "Bet you were just waiting for me, hoping I would come back and fuck you just like this, right?"

Pathetically, you nodded. His coarse hair rubbed against your clit with each thrust, quickly building you back up. Your fingers pulled weakly at his shirt, trying to find a sliver of skin. You dropped your arms, lifting up the hem of his shirt, your palms skirting over his warm, taut stomach.

He shuddered at your touch, so warm and gentle and unlike anything he was used to. You were moaning his name, telling him how good he felt and how badly you wanted him, wanted this, but it was hard for him to focus when you were squeezing him so tightly. You felt too fucking good, too fucking sweet that he couldn't hold himself back much longer. Quickly, he pulled out, causing you to whine in protest but when he hauled you upright to sit on his lap, angling your hips so you had to sit on his cock, you quieted right down. He watched in wonder as your face relaxed more and more the further you took him, and when he was fully seated inside of you once again, you closed your eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

"Good girl," he breathed in your ear as you began to bounce lightly in his lap, his own hips matching your speed. He wrapped his arms around your ribs and held you close, burying his face in your neck. The zipper on his pants rubbed at your overly sensitive skin but you didn't care. You were too far gone, too lost in the moment and what Dave was offering: reaching the furthest depths of you and making you come undone for him once again.

"I'm close," you whimpered as you clawed at his shoulders. "Don't stop. Dave, please, fuck..." you tipped your head back and groaned. It might have been too rough but he couldn't help himself. He slammed his hips into you, each time your skin slapped together he let out a quiet grunt, his eyes fixated on your face the entire time. You were so beautiful like this. Your skin, warm and soft. Your hair, messy and wild. And your lips, fuck, all swollen and wet. He could feel himself nearing his peak and he knew then and there this wouldn't be the last time. It couldn't. It wasn't even over and he was already craving you.

"C'mon, give it to me," he snarled, biting at your neck. He wanted to leave a mark. He wanted to walk by your desk the next day and see the evidence of that night. He needed it.

You whined and bounced faster on his lap, your head tossing back and forth before your lips sought out his. He figured out quickly it was to muffle your screams as you came apart, your body stiffening and then relaxing as he swallowed down each and every sweet moan that fell from your perfect mouth.

Eager to join you, his arms squeezed around your ribs, holding you down on his hips so he could fuck up into you recklessly. He groaned loudly into your mouth and he felt your lips twitch into a satisfied smile as he came, his body involuntarily thrusting up into you with each spurt of spend, only finally stopping when he felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Wow," was all you could muster, your eyes sliding shut as you pressed your forehead to his.

He could feel himself beginning to fall. The walls began to shake and crumble when he pressed a gentle kiss against your collarbone. You sighed and raked your fingers through his tousled hair and it suddenly all felt too intimate.

His eyes snapped open. He couldn't do this. This wasn't him. Don't go soft.

He lifted you off him with a grunt and laid you down on the bed. Your eyes were closed and you had a cute little smile etched across your face. He had to fight against every instinct screaming at him as he forced himself to stand up.

You watched as he strolled into your bathroom, then listened to the water from the sink behind the closed door. You couldn't move if you wanted to. Your body was too spent and used and it felt really fucking good.

When he emerged, your eyes locked onto his and you knew immediately he was not planning to stay. He had zipped up his pants and fixed his shirt while he was in the bathroom, looking like he had one foot out the door already. He helped clean you up between your legs, your release coating your thighs and avoiding your eyes the entire time. Then he dropped the washcloth back in your bathroom and turned towards you once more.

"I'm glad you stopped by," you said softly, after it became clear he had no idea what to say. He took a deep breath and looked at the floor.

"Use the chain," he said.

You bit the inside of your cheek. "Why? So it'll keep you from breaking in?"

His eyes snapped up to yours.

"A chain won't stop me," was all he said, and you hummed in response.

You held his stare for a moment, each of you silently regarding the other before you spoke again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He averted his gaze and moved a few steps closer to the door. He knew this would come. How could it not? So he nodded, but your question surprised him.

"Is Dave your real name?"

He raised his eyebrows and blinked rapidly a few times before answering.

"That's your question?"

You shrugged and gave him a lopsided grin. "Yeah."

He scoffed and shook his head before tearing his eyes away from you. How on earth was that your question? You had no idea who he was, what he did, what he was capable of, and your only question was about his name?

"Yes. It's my real name."

You took a deep breath and pulled the sheets over you.

"See you tomorrow, Dave."

He couldn't stop the smirk from pulling at his lips that time but you didn't see it. Your eyes were closed, face buried underneath your bedding, looking throughly fucked out and satisfied.

Something stirred low in his belly, something primal that told him to go to you and hold you close. He had to force his feet to move towards the door.

There was no doubt now. He would definitely be back.

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wetdeviant · 2 days

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Imagine your dom banning you from using the bathroom inside; they tell you that for the next 24 hours you have to go outside if you want to pee. You could refuse at first because it's below you... You can't just pee outside like a dog. So you hold it. And hold it... Then you start to get desperate; you can't sit still anymore. You try to sneak off to the bathroom only to realize your dom has locked it. They catch you in the act and remind you of the rules. “If you want to go potty, you have to be good and go outside, okay?” You walk back to the couch slowly and try to hold on longer. They can't seriously expect you to go outside, right? You try to ignore your urge, but it's only getting worse. Your bladder is so full that you feel like you're going to pop. You're whimpering under your breath now as you try to find a position that gives you any relief, but it's impossible. You need to pee. You just want to pee so bad. You try to tentatively rub your bladder to ease an ache, but gasp when it pushes a leak out of you. Suddenly, your dom grabs you by the arm and pulls you up. Going from sitting to standing is torturous; you cry out when gravity only makes the pressure in your abdomen worsen. “What don't you get? I told you that you're only allowed to piss outside.” Your dom reprimands you as they forcibly lead you through the back door. Tears begin to run down your cheeks; the pain in your bladder and your dom's tone too much. Your dom lets go of your arm and points to the grass. “Piss. Now.” You begin to quietly sob as you try to unbutton your pants, your shaky hands unable to finish the task when you have to grab at yourself. You look at your dom with pleading eyes, but they give you a cold stare and refuse to help. You put yourself in this position. If you had just listened earlier you wouldn't be having an accident. Trembling, knees buckled, you finally manage to unzip your pants. But you can only get them halfway down before your bladder bursts. Underwear still on, you begin pissing, all of it being caught by the pants stuck at your knees. The hissing is so loud you're scared any neighbors out just know what's happening. That you're pathetically pissing yourself. Yet you can't stop because you needed to go so bad. You almost think you can feel your bladder shrinking as the warmth runs down your legs. Little moans escape you without your notice; you're just lost in the relief... When the last trickles finish, you look down at your mess, unsure of what to do now. You must look so pitiful with your soiled pants caught at your knees. “Take them off. Underwear too” Your dom orders. “I don't want you trailing piss inside.” You shakily rid yourself of your garments, feeling exposed to the outside air. “Come on. We'll discuss your punishment inside.” Your dom orders as they turn and tread back into the house. You follow quietly and hold back tears when you suddenly remember that the 24 hours aren't over yet.

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babygirl-diaz · 3 days

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All About Us

"Hey! I was working on something!" Eddie protested when Buck removed the laptop from his lap and put it on the coffee table. Instead of saying anything, Buck climbed onto the sofa and lay his head down on Eddie's lap, He took Eddie's hand and put it on his head.

"Aw, does my golden retriever want head scratches?" Eddie teased.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed and nuzzled Eddie's thigh, making him giggle.

"Stop!" Eddie whined, feeling ticklish. "Or no head scratches for you."

Buck let out a low whine from his throat like an actual puppy and turned his head to look up at Eddie with his pleading big blue eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute," Eddie sighed, defeated, and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

He started running his fingers through Buck's hair before scratching the scalp. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on, keeping the volume low as he continued to let his blunt fingernails gently drag across Buck's scalp.

Buck made happy noises like the tattooed golden retriever he was and Eddie is pretty sure he even saw him rubbing his feet together. If Buck had a tail, it would probably wag right now.

It wasn't long before soft snores filled the living room and leaned down, kissing the top of his head again.

The front door opened and Eddie looked up to find Tommy entering the house and throwing his keys into the key bowl. Eddie's other boyfriend smiled as he approached them. "Is he sleeping?" Tommy whispered, taking a seat beside Eddie.

"Yeah, he is," Eddie replied but didn't stop scratching Buck's head.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy whispered like he didn't already know the answer.

"Wanted to wait up for you," Eddie told him and lay his head down on Tommy's shoulder.

Eddie felt a gentle kiss on his temple and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring," Tommy replied.

"Liar," Eddie chuckled and looked up at Tommy, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

"Okay, fine, so maybe I had an amazing day, but I don't want you to feel bad," Tommy pouted at him.

"Hey, just because I am a dispatcher now, doesn't mean my days aren't amazing," Eddie huffed.

"Sorry, babygirl, I didn't mean it like that." Tommy kissed his cheek and the way he always said "babygirl" made Eddie's heart explode.

He was about to reply when a cry came from the nursery, making Eddie sigh. "Duty calls."

"I got this, you've been taking care of Lily all day," Tommy said and started to get up when Eddie stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

"You must be tired, babe. I got it. You make sure he doesn't wake up too," Eddie said pointing at Buck.

He gently lifted Buck off of himself and slid out, letting Tommy take his place.

Eddie went to the nursery and picked up their crying 6-month-old, holding her close to his chest as he tried to calm her down.

"Dad?"

Eddie turned around to find Chris standing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Is Lily okay?" The 16-year-old asked, concern lacing his voice.

"She's fine," Eddie gave him a fond smile as he put a now-sleeping Lily back in her crib. "Probably had a bad dream or something."

"Do babies dream?" Chris asked, frowning

"I guess they do," Eddie shrugged.

"I don't want Lily to have bad dreams," Chris replied and made his way over to them. He looked down at Lily and then back at Eddie. "Not like the rest of us do."

"I know, kiddo, I don't either," Eddie replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to have bad dreams either."

"I'm fine," Chris grumbled and shrugged off Eddie's hand.

Eddie tried not to take it personally. "Chris-"

But Chris left without saying a word.

Eddie sighed and went back to the living room where currently Buck and Tommy were curled up together on the couch, with Buck's arms protectively wrapped around Tommy as he held him close.

"You two look cozy," Eddie teased, and he sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

"You okay?" Tommy asked and Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I don't think Chris is," Edde replied. "I don't know if he's having a rough time at school or he's going through a bad breakup but there is something off with him."

"Not trying to be dismissive here, babygirl, but Chris is a teenager. His problems are way beyond our comprehension," Buck told him.

"I know, but I wish we could talk, you know? Like we used to when he was a kid."

"That's the thing, though, he's not a kid anymore. No matter how much we all may hate it, he is growing up, and he needs his space," Tommy told him. "Now tell us, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie asked looking over them.

Both Buck and Tommy looked equally concerned.

"Eddie, you gave up being a firefighter to take care of her," Buck pointed out. "Last time-"

"Last time was different," Eddie quickly assured him. "I am not gonna have another breakdown, trust me. Besides, I like spending time with our little girl."

The sofa shifted behind him and soon Buck and Tommy were sitting on either side of him.

"But if it does get too much-" Tommy started to say

"I'll let you know," Eddie cut him off

Two pairs of arms wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie let out a breath, letting them just hold him.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy #teddie #bucktommyeddie #911 abc #fanfiction #drabble

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ohimsummer · 3 days

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pheww let me tell u right now that suguru gets off on you and satoru bickering over him !!

im talking you and satoru between sugurus legs, pouting and insulting each other while mouthing over sugu’s cock, Satoru whining because you won’t stop hogging the tip, moving up to try and suck on it too but it just makes your tongues touch each other.

“toruuu stop being greedy, it’s my turn!”

“Mmn, no, it’s my turn, you’re not even taking him all the way down your throat. tell her, sugu!”

suguru can’t even respond, genuinely in awe that his two precious darlings are messily slobbering all over his, fighting over his cock…it makes his head tip back with a shaky groan, hips canting up a little bit into your warm mouth to satoru’s disappointment.

“you’re cheating by making him speechless!”

“fine, I’ll share with you.”

poor suguru nearly cums right then and there with you grab satoru’s hair and pull him into a nasty kiss, rubbing your tongue on his so he could get a taste of sugu’s cock

idk idk I just love me some poly satosugu ☺️

….oh wow…….lasering this into the walls of my brain rn👁👁

suguru’s an instigator so ik after one of u insults the other (after being insulted first) he’d be like “___ behave” just to see one of you pouting <3 or to bait you into arguing with him so he can really have a reason to punish you (suguru the notorious facefucker because his dacryphilia kink goes crazy and he likes to see u and satoru cry😩)

“Ur not even taking him all the way down ur throat” and if I grabbed a fistful of satoru’s hair and started makin him deepthroat that mf THEN WHAT‼️ mocking and degrading him and everything like “okay throat goat ! YEW take it all.” suguru gripping the sheets for dear life, sweating and all like really will have him going through it <3 thrusting up into satoru’s mouth to meet him halfway everytime u push his head down :3

alternatively…..satoru “”helping”” you by pushing UR head down and if u couldnt take all of suguru b4, bby u definitely can now ! gagging and choking on his cock while satoru is half praising/half degrading you: “good slut, just like that!” And bc he’s an asshole: “hear that?” (you gagging) “that means you’re doing a great job!”

extra nasty and perverted…….making out with suguru’s cum in your mouths….disgusting 😩🫶🏾 (suguru has the video in his phone)

#ooohh wee ! hawt #u were insane for this KEEP TALKING LET BRO COOK‼️‼️#⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ summy is thinking . . . ｡⋆

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covesdadappreciation · 2 days

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Hey hey! I loved your Prom one, and now I'm hungry for more! (Sorry not sorry =P). An idea that's been knocking around in my head is, its implied Tam-Tam gets bullied in the later Steps. SO, I would like to see MC getting into a fight after someone makes Tamarack cry, and the Qiu joins in to help because, love rival or no love rival, they ain't lettin' that shit slide.

School Fight

Tamarack x Male Reader (FTM Safe!) Author's note: I’m starting to think you really like the "jealous Qiu, and in love with Tamarack" dynamic… just a feeling. 🎀 CW: A physical fight and mentions of bullying. - I will also warn you that I may have not re-edited this. 1972 words

Ever since MC had met Tamarack, he’s doted on her. If she was a princess, he was her knight, through and through. He was at Tamarack’s defense when Oma and her argued, he was at her side when she felt isolated, he was always paying attention to her face to see if she approved or disapproved certain plans. She is his everything, and even in high school it hasn’t changed much. It certainly isn’t as obvious anymore, nor is he following her around like a lost puppy as much either. With getting older and no longer feeling out-of-place after being the new neighbor, he’s become more independent. Confident, some might say.

MC began to climb the high school popularity ranks the older he got, along with Qiu (but Qiu wasn’t all that excited about being popular at this point). Though that never let MC feel bigger than Tamarack. Instead he always made sure to make it obvious that they were friends, that he’ll make time for her any day, that she’s just as important as any one of his friends. In a room full of people, he’ll always choose her.

So when MC decided that he wanted to walk with Tamarack after her after school orchestra practice for the first time, he had a gut-squeezing feeling when he saw her with a small frown and tiny tears at the edges of her eyes. He quickly rushed up to her, but she squeezed her eyes when she noticed MC and smiled, the tears becoming much less notable now.

“Are you okay?” He asked, studying her face worriedly, holding himself from running his hands over the tear trails on her face. She nodded persistently, “Yeah, Orchestra was just stressful today. Rehearsal stuff, it happens.” She waved her hand dismissively.

MC sighed understandingly, “Well if it’d help, we can go to the Diner and get milkshakes?” Tamarack perked up at the offer, and while her sadness didn’t seem to fully pass, it still made her smile.

As the week continues, MC notices that Tamarack’s been more stressed at the mention of orchestra. She’s anxious in the hallways, as if looking for someone, or trying to be aware of what people are talking about. Of course Tamarack was a little more anxious and awkward, they’re in highschool! It’s kind of a package deal. But it was way out of character for her, this was fear, and that little voice in MC’s head knew that something was wrong. All he needed to know was what the cause was.

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MC walked into the auditorium, sitting in the front row as he kept his eyes on Tamarack the whole time as she settled into her seat and pulled out her instrument. Though, nobody really seemed to notice him with the bright lights on them, and if they did, he wasn’t their main focus. They were working on playing music for one of the school musicals, but not even halfway into practice, MC already noticed plenty of red flags.

Two freshmen who sat behind Tammy were being dickheads. Notably one was blonde and the other was brunette. It started out small, but even then it took everything in MC to not get up and tell them to cut it out. Maybe accidentally spill some water on them. Who knows. The two boys went back and forth throughout their instrumental pauses or 10 minute breaks, throwing side-eyes at Tammy while whispering some surely cruel comments about her considering that in response to every whisper, Tamarack seemed to curl more and more into herself.

MC had kept his eye on them, wishing that Tamarack could notice him and give him a signal on what to do. Scenarios and plans ran through his head, many of them revolving around the idea of revenge. On the other hand, he can hear his ma’s and Tamarack’s voice to calm down, to not get in trouble. The rest of the half hour passes and Tamarack makes her way over to MC, inhaling deeply before crashing her body onto him, pressing her weight against him so that he could hold her closely.

“Tammy…?”

“Yeah?”

“Is there a reason you haven’t told me about those two dickheads?” MC crossed his arms. Of course he wasn’t angry at her, but the fact that those two had the nerve to be mean to the nicest and adorable girl in the whole world. The audacity.

Tamarack huffs no longer leaning on him, “No! They’re just dumb, and it’s…” she falters, rolling her eyes and no longer making eye contact with MC, “It’s nothing to worry about.” MC glances around and finds the two boys headed out, but not leaving without throwing a judgemental look towards Tamarack. It only made MC’s stomach turn and twist.

Just say the word, Tam. Put me in the ring, coach.

“If they keep this up, I swear I’ll start a fight”

“Please don’t” Tamarack laughs softly, but they both knew that MC wasn’t strictly joking. MC only makes a small unsatisfied sound, his eyes stuck and glaring at the two boys until they were out of sight. “Earth to MC?” Tamarack waves her hand in front of his face, “Are we still gonna walk to my place?”

MC sighs before taking Tamarack’s cello case, puffing his chest for a quick second before the weight shifted comfortably in his arms,

“MC, you know you don’t have to carry it for me every time-”

“You’ll have to pry this from my cold dead hands if you expect me to let you carry this yourself”

“My hero” Tamarack sighs with a smug look, readjusting MC’s hair so that his hair is back to normal before their walk.

“My princess” MC grins back.

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The week had felt long, as if the school building itself was actively stopping the clock and hoping no one would question it. MC and Tamarack were walking down the halls in their transition period, arm in arm. Chatting away about their next class and hooked together to not lose each other to the crowd was always their excuse.

“Imagine if the crowds sucked her away and I’d never find her again!” MC huffed to Qiu long ago.

So MC made it clear that he would never let that happen. Nor was he going to let the world see the dust of blush on his cheeks wherever they did cross arms.

Unfortunately, the two boys from the orchestra had caught onto Tamarack’s presence on their walk down the halls. MC could see the cogs turning in their heads, which was surprising considering that MC thought there was nothing in there anyways. Defeating all logic regardless, there was a non-verbal plan being set in their minds, which made MC tense.

He felt worse when he stole a quick look over at Tamarack, seeing her understandably more anxious than him, tears welling up in her eyes once more. This time she finally let them fall.

The two boys pointed and whispered, judging something– and when MC looked at what they were pointing at, it was a part of a bit of high school embarrassment. Tamarack’s backpack was almost wide-open, not enough for everything to fall out. Of course, they were close enough so that you could hear the glimpses of terrible things they decided to say about her. About her intelligence and comments about her appearance. People are starting to look.

“Guys, can you both just fucking rela-” MC was interrupted by the brunette who passed him, shoulder hitting shoulder, which caught MC off guard.

Tamarack was quiet now, and a panicked and helpless look was all she could give as the brunette had gone up to her, let her walk away just a bit so that he could reach into her bag, pulling out whatever he could grab. It was her lunch bag. In a quick attempt of playing monkey in the middle, the brunette with the lunch bag tosses it over to the blonde boy, who’s conveniently closer to MC.

As the two boys laugh, the blonde holding the lunch bag makes eye contact with MC, almost as if expecting him to laugh too at this obnoxious act.

There’s a moment where MC just nods, the situation finally clicking and snapping in his head.

Almost as if it’s instinct, MC forces his body to slam the kid against the locker which takes everyone off guard. Those who knew MC from elementary especially. He wasn’t lost or trying to fit in anymore like he did back then. He wasn’t hiding behind Tamarack and hoping that everyone stays friends. It almost made MC seem bigger now.

The blonde was almost too shocked by the reaction, but he recovered and decided that he’d fight back. They both shoved each other around, throwing a punch in there occasionally, the growing crowd of kids gave a lot of space. Phones were out, and people were cheering and commenting. In one moment MC was pinned and being pushed around by his clothes, in another moment MC had the blonde onto the floor, shoving him harshly back down on the ground.

Veronica had pulled Tamarack away while Qiu and Ren struggled against the mob of children to see what was happening. All they had heard was that MC was in a fight. All Qiu fully registered was a blonde boy on the ground, MC trying to pin the boy’s hands away, and a brunette boy about to enter to help his friend, most likely to make the situation worse or make this a 2v1 situation. Qiu quickly ran up to the brunette and redirected him, only shoving him back warningly.

That’s all Qiu needed to see, and they knew that it probably had something to do with Tamarack. Who else would MC fight like this for?

“Are you gonna keep going?!” MC shouts at the boy, trying to be heard over the multiple kids shouting. The blonde boy kept up with the struggle before finally giving in and knowing that MC wasn’t going to let go of his wrists until they both stopped hurting one another.

The blonde boy nods persistently, allowing MC to finally get off of him (not without "accidentally nudging this guy on the side a bit" with his foot) and take a couple steps back in case the boy was planning on starting another fight.

Not that there was time for it considering teachers finally reached the situation. The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only Tamarack, Qiu, MC, and the two boys in that hall with the teachers..

—

Fortunately, Tamarack and Qiu didn’t get in much trouble besides whatever their parents and grandparents found to be appropriate. MC on the other hand had a 4 day suspension, and the other two boys had gotten slightly longer and worse punishments than them. MC’s mom wasn’t the happiest at the whole situation, but she also figured deep down something like this would’ve happened. Tamarack’s Opa found the whole thing a lot more amusing than Omi, of course, but they were still somewhat glad the bullying issue was done with too.

And it wasn’t like Tamarack and MC were banned from seeing each other ever again. Tamarack and Qiu would visit MC after school to bring him homework, and study together.

At the end of the day, no one bothered to bully or make comments about Tamarack anymore, lest they deal with MC when he comes back. At least MC promised he’d never do it again. Probably.

#our life #our life now and forever #mc #our life oc #oc #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #x male reader #male reader #ftm reader #x ftm reader #olnf

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OKAYY WE NEED DAD!SPENCER REID‼️

okay so Reader is going out for the day for like a little girls day with her best friends and says bye to Spencer and the cute little toddler! Buttt then the toddler starts missing reader and Spencer isn’t sure how to handle it at first, but then he gets the hang of it! <33

AAAA this is so cute omg thank u for this!!! i hope i was able to do it justice <33

spencer reid x mom!reader

words: 1,395

warnings: none really! just spencer being a good step-dad to your daughter, fluff, baby crying, that’s it!! :]

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

“Thanks again, Spence,” you say, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips before tugging your coat off the hook and making for the front door. “Remember, Lila is allergic to kiwi. And her bedtime is 8, no exceptions. She has to go to daycare tomorrow morning.”

You had spent the morning holding Lila, playing with her and soaking up her laughter as much as you could. Spencer knew you had never really been apart from her—going to work was one thing, but there was a guilt that came with taking the day for yourself. He watches with a fond smile as you ramble through the list that you had already repeated to him twice and does his best to reassure you, nodding along despite having already memorized it.

Pre-made food in the fridge.

Medical information on the fridge in case of emergencies.

Call if she gets too fussy.

“Oh!” You say, halfway out the door before turning back to Spencer, a smile gracing your face. “And don’t let her convince you to give her sweets after dinner. She’ll ask you for fruit snacks, all cute, then she won’t sleep and it will be hell in the morning.”

“No fruit snacks after dinner, got it,” Spencer said, following your line of sight to Lila sitting on her plush rug in the living room, toys surrounding her as she played. Your face softened, affection swimming in your eyes and he could practically hear the thoughts going through your head. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he gently guides your face back to meet his eyes.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, tone soft as your shoulders sag at the understanding behind his words. “You deserve to have a day with your friends. I think Lila can handle playing dolls with me for a few hours.”

His phrasing made you giggle, picturing Lila’s pouting face, wagging her little finger at Spencer when he takes something too literally, or doesn’t do it the way she wants. For some reason, Lila is never happy with the voices Spencer does, and after a year-and-a-half she still gets that same little pinched brow whenever Spencer holds a doll in his hand, high-pitched voice mimicking a princess’s until she yanks the toy out of his hand with a firm, yet cute, “No, ‘Penth.”

Without fail, hearing his name in her little voice makes his heart soar, pride filling his chest even if she’s scolding him, wagging her little finger as she says it. He’d always been hesitant at the idea of being a father, whenever he pictured his future that was always a blurry part, but now he couldn’t imagine not having you and Lila in his life.

Searching his face, you finally come to the conclusion that he’s being sincere and a bright smile covers your face. Spencer had come to terms a long time ago, far before the two of you were even dating, that he would do anything to make you smile. A sense of pride wells in his chest knowing that the smiles you give him are just for him, a special glint in your eyes every time.

Between work, and Lila, there was hardly any downtime to just relax. Your evenings were often spent wrangling Lila into bed, usually with Spencer if he’s not away for work. Spencer made it a point to be home in time to have dinner with both of you as much as he could, slowly getting involved in her night time routine. She was 6-months-old when you and Spencer began dating, and while it took some getting used to at first, Lila began reaching for Spencer with a giggle and a giddy squeeze soon enough.

When your friends suggested a girl’s spa-day, Spencer was quick to encourage you to go. Having a toddler made it hard to have a social life, especially when your friends weren’t moms themselves. Lila had warmed up quickly to Spencer, which was the biggest relief, and it was hard to find a reason to say no when Spencer offered to babysit.

“She’s gonna be my daughter,” Spencer said, a fond smile on his face as the two of you spoke conspiratorially in the kitchen. “I already think of her as mine, I’d be happy to watch her for the day.”

Your heart swelled hearing his words, and you couldn’t help but say yes when he put it like that. Spencer, you, and Lila being your own happy little family was all you could ever ask for, and it meant more than Spencer could ever know that he had been so welcoming and understanding. He was a dream.

With a final glance at Lila and a sigh, you’re pressing another unhurried kiss to Spencer’s lips, that same lil dazed smile on his face that he got after every kiss, even after nearly 2 years. “Thank you, Spence. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead—you were gonna be gone all day, he had to get his fill while he could. “Now go before you miss your appointment.”

With a final kiss, Spencer watches as you walk down the front steps, drive away, waiting until he can't see your car anymore before he’s turning around and closing the door behind him. When he looks up, Lila is already looking at him, eyes glancing between the door and him before her small voice is heard over the cartoon playing on the tv.

“Mama?”

“Mama went to the store,” Spencer cooed, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her and her array of toys. “She’s coming back, don’t worry.”

“Mama s’ore?” she whispered in her small voice, her wide eyes blinking slowly at him before her lip began to tremble. It broke his heart to see her eyes, which looked so much like yours, gloss over with tears.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay,” Spencer said, scooping her up in his arms. “She’s coming back for you. She’ll be here soon!”

With a sharp wail for her mom, the tears that had been welling up began falling in big drops, hands gripping tightly to the fabric of his shirt as she cried. Hurriedly, he began to bounce her in his arms, mimicking the way he had seen you do it countless times. He’s shushing her in a soft voice, whispering soothing words in the hopes that they’ll at least calm your crying.

Spencer wracks his brain, trying to sift through the information he had gleaned from the parenting books he had been reading for the past two years—he had started as soon as he came to the conclusion he would ask you out. Would showing her pictures of you work? He didn’t want to make things worse by making her miss you more, but maybe seeing your face would soothe her.

Transferring Lila to one hip, he fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the album of your photos, showing her various selfies, focusing on pictures he has of the two of you. After a couple of minutes her sobs quieted to sniffles and soon enough she was swiping through the pictures herself and giggling every time she saw your face.

With her swiping, it landed on a video, one he had taken of you reading a story to her before bed. At the time he had thought the voices you were using for the characters were so funny, hiding his own laughter behind his hand so that he could capture the sound of Lila’s giggles.

Spencer watches as she giggles along with herself, laughing at the way she reacts when you tickle her tummy. Spencer cant help the fond laugh the slips from his lips at the sight, bright grin tugging at his cheeks at your rosy smile.

When you arrive home that evening, only the kitchen light is on downstairs, the faint light from your bedroom guiding you as you softly push open the door. A warm smile paints your face as you slip your phone from your pocket, taking quite a few pictures of Lila, fast asleep atop Spencer’s chest, her favorite book lying next to his relaxed hand. His soft breaths rustle the hair at Lila’s scalp, her hand loosely gripping the edge of his sleeve as she sleeps.

Tip-toeing around the room, you shed your clothes from the day, slip on some pajamas before placing Spencer’s book on the nightstand. Slipping softly under the covers, you curl yourself around Spencer’s side, hand resting on Lila’s back as you fall asleep, comfortable with the people you love the most.

#theres a lot of firsts in this for me #but dad!spencer is so cute and sweet #thank you for this request!!!#my writing #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #dad!spencer reid #spencer reid x mom!reader #criminal minds

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xannytranny · 1 day

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Blurbs for Paige Bueckers x Caitlin Clark x You

So, I've been going a little feral over certain WBB players, so these are some blurbs I've had stuck in my head. If you guys want, I'll turn it into a two-parter fic.

PLEASE DONT STEAL (or at least ask first, please)

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It started with you and Caitlin at a bar with friends. Your friends were giggling over a Paige edit, talking about how attractive the UConn star was. They asked your opinion, and you agreed easily, not thinking much of it past the haze of tequila shots you were in. Caitlin was less than enthused.

On your way home, she grills you about your thoughts on Paige. You brush her off, giggling.

When you get home, Caitlin is all over you. She's rough and fast, like a post-game loss.

When you tell her to slow down, she immediately replies, "You think Paige would fuck you nice and slow, hm? Is that it?"

You jolt back in surprise, "Cait, wh-"

She doesn't let you finish before she's on you again.

Caitlin makes quips about Paige throughout the night. Saying things like, "You think her fingers would reach this deep?" and "Who's fucking you like this? Say my name, baby,"

You're shaking and crying from overstimulation by the time she's finished.

Once things have calmed down, you reassure her that she's the only one you want. She tells you she knows and apologizes if she was too rough. You tell her you enjoyed yourself and wouldn't mind doing it again.

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Pt. 2: +Paige

Caitlin tells you Paige is spending a few days with you for winter break. You agree, completely forgetting about the incident from a couple of weeks ago.

You had met Paige a few times, and you liked her a lot. She reminded you of Caitlin in a lot of ways. She was a smart, beautiful, and funny girl who turned into a 6 ft beast when she got a basketball in her hands. It was hot, and in Caitlin's case, made you drip. (In Paige's case, too, if you were being honest).

When Paige got there, you guys settled for a chill night in. Paige and Caitlin let you decide on the movie, so you chose a Twilight marathon (you found it pretty fitting).

Halfway through "New Moon," Caitlin volunteered to refill the snacks. You get up to help her but get pulled into Paige's lap instead. Things quickly go downhill from there.

By the time Caitlin comes back, Paige's hand is high on your inner thigh, and you're blushing up a storm. Caitlin scoffs at the sight. "I thought you were supposed to be the 'Ultimate Rizzler,' Bueckers."

They spend the rest of the night taking turns with you, trying to one-up each other. You can barely remember your name by the time they're done.

Bonus:

Warning- Mommy and daddy kink

"You wanna tell Paige the special name you have for me, baby?" Caitlin asks you with two fingers stuffed in your mouth.

You whimper around her fingers, blushing.

"Come on, be good for me and tell her," Caitlin says, taking her fingers out of your mouth and wrapping her hand around your neck instead.

"M-mommy," You stutter out.

"That's cute, ma. Does that make me daddy?" Paige asks, grinning up at you from between your legs.

You whine, keening. "P-Paige, please,"

"Ah, ah, ah." She tuts, stopping her fingers. "That's not my name, is it baby?"

"Daddy...." You say, blushing. Caitlin and Paige share a look before looking down at you. You shiver, knowing it means you're in for a long night.

#caitlin clark smut #caitlin clark x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x oc

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natimiles · 1 day

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It’s alright (Roger x reader)

Summary: Walking in the cold rain without finding a single carriage, your frustrations got the better of you. That was when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you and saw Roger striding in your direction.

Words: 1212

Tags: established relationship; fluffy.

Notes: and with this I seal my destiny as a Roger’s lover. It turned out to be a mini series. I divided it into chapters that can be read separately. This is part 1. To read more, check out my masterlist or Freya’s masterlist for her event.

For @judejazza Follower Event: An Invitation To Crown — prompt: rain kisses

Congrats on your 300 followers! 🤍🤍

“Great,” you sighed audibly, the frustration evident in your voice as you made no attempt to conceal it.

You had spent the entire day in town running errands. Once finished, you decided to treat yourself by stopping at your favorite bakery to pick up some goodies to take back to the castle and share with everyone. As you completed your purchase of the baguettes, the beautiful sunset sky suddenly turned gray, and rain began to fall.

However, you hadn’t fretted; you had your umbrella with you.

With a confident smile, a pack of baguettes in one hand, and the umbrella in the other, you had stepped out of the bakery to head back to the castle. However, you hadn’t taken into account the strong wind. Despite your efforts to maintain a tight grip on everything and quicken your pace, the wind intensified. And before you could react, your umbrella had turned inside out.

You shrieked and ran under a canopy in an attempt to protect yourself, but without your umbrella and under the pouring rain, it took only two seconds for you to be completely soaked.

“Fucking great,” you sighed again, running your hand through your wet hair to pull it away from your face. At least you saved the baguettes. You hugged them tight while running, so they should be... “Oh, come on!”

Opening the bakery package, you saw the damp mess inside, and your mood dropped to zero in a heartbeat. Your clothes were already uncomfortably clinging to you, your hair kept falling in your face, and the rain didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. For a second, you thought about sitting on the floor and crying out your frustration, but it wouldn’t be helpful. Plus, it might lead everyone to worry that you were taking too long to return to the castle, prompting them to arrange a search party for you.

No, you would fight through this.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before opening them again. You could walk all the way back home if needed. You’d have to walk a part of the way anyway, but it was harder in this rain. The best thing would be to find a carriage to take you halfway there. With a string of curses leaving your lips, you dashed to the nearest trash can to throw away the ruined baguettes, then began to walk around, searching for a carriage.

To be fair, you tried really hard not to start crying. But after a few minutes of walking in the cold rain without finding a single carriage, your frustrations got the better of you. The streets were emptying with every passing minute, people running to seek shelter, leaving you practically alone.

Rubbing your eyes, which began to well up with tears, you kept walking, now considering if it wouldn’t be better to run back under the canopy and wait for the rain to pass. On the other hand, you were already soaked from head to toe, and the rain wasn’t so intense anymore, so you could probably make your way back home on foot. Then again, it was a very long walk, and you were already so tired…

That was when you heard a familiar voice calling for you. Whipping your head around, you saw Roger striding in your direction. By the looks of his clothes, he didn’t have an umbrella either — or maybe his umbrella had also broken.

“What are you doing here?” you asked when he stopped in front of you.

“I finished some business when I thought I heard you cursing the whole world about the rain,” he chuckled. “Came to check. What are you doing standing in the middle of the rain? Trying to catch a cold?”

“Oh, well…” You averted your gaze.

“Hey, are you okay?” He took your chin in his finger and lifted your face so he could take a better look at you. Your eyes were red; he knew you had been crying, and he frowned. It wasn’t much fun when the reason for your tears wasn’t him.

“My umbrella broke,” you started with a shaky voice. “The baguettes I bought got wet and ruined. I decided to run in the rain to find a carriage to go back home, but…” Your voice cracked, and Roger gently took a strand of hair stuck to your face, tucking it behind your ear. “But the rain was heavy, and I regretted stepping out from under the canopy after my first step, but I also didn’t want to give up. And then…” you sniffled, your quivering lips and choked voice squeezing his heart. “Then I heard you calling me, and… And now we’re standing in the middle of this rain, and I’m really, really cold—”

He interrupted you with a soft kiss on the lips, and you lost your train of thought, blinking at him.

“It’s alright, lil’ lady,” he spoke with his face still close to yours. “I’ll take you home, and you’ll be fine.”

Roger stepped back and tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to discern the various sounds around in an attempt to pick up the sound of a carriage. It would be unlikely to find one in this rain, but he had to take you back home and to a warm place before you caught a cold — if you hadn’t already.

“Ah! Got it. C’mon.”

He grabbed your hand and turned around to walk in the direction of the carriage, but he stopped when he felt you squeezing his hand and making no attempt to move from your spot. His confused expression lasted for a second when he noticed your heartbeat increasing and the redness on your cheeks.

With that unnerving smirk plastering his face, he turned fully back to face you. You didn’t say anything, just let go of his hand to timidly hook your fingers on the lapels of his vest, looking at him with that wanting gaze, a slight pout forming on your lips. He looped one arm around your waist and gently brushed his hand across your face to remove the wet hair sticking to it.

He kissed you again, and this time passed his tongue along the seam of your lips to deepen it. You promptly accepted it, sliding one of your hands to his shoulder and squeezing him. His lips were incredibly warm against yours, his tongue caressing yours in a sensual dance that only he could perform. His hand held you firmly by the neck, his fingers entwining in the strands of your hair, lightly fisting it.

The rain was still falling, but for a moment, it was as if you couldn’t feel anything but his warmth. It already felt like being back home.

When you two pulled away from the kiss, out of breath and with heat in your eyes, he smiled again — the soft one, dedicated only to you, and you returned it.

“Let’s go home, lil’ lady,” he said as he grabbed your hand again and started walking, and this time you followed suit.

“Alright,” you muttered under your breath, feeling incredibly calmer now.

“We’ll finish this when we get there.”

And just like that, your calmness vanished. You couldn’t wait to arrive at the castle.

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