#in blue shift it's. just not like that to me

[moonstruckme]

I recently found ur page and omfg I spent hours yesterday reading all ur work!!!! What a lil fic of Sirius and reader but like pre relationship where she's in the hospital (u can pick reason) and she refuses to see anyone and just asks for Sirius

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: hospital, mention of stitches

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

Sirius feels awkward and stiff as he pulls back the curtain, though for all he knows you’re too hopped up on pain meds to even know it’s him. Really, that’s the only reasonable explanation for the directions the nurse had just delivered: “She said she’ll only see Sirius right now.” 

He has no clue why you’d ask for him. He’s probably the least comforting of your roommates, and as soon as he catches sight of you, knees tented in front of your chest and hands clasped around your ankles, his worry for your choice deepens. 

Someone’s tried to clean you up, but they’ve done a shit job of it. There’s still blood crusted on your chin, and your face is blotchy, your cheeks smeared with dark gray like you’d wiped across them with your hands only to spread your makeup off to the sides. James had said you’d cried the whole car ride to A&E, but Sirius still wasn’t prepared to see you like this. His chest feels hollow and achy. 

“Hey,” you say, voice scratchy. If hearts have strings, you’re playing his like a fiddle. 

“Hey, doll.” He goes for a smile as he sits on the edge of your little cot, managing to sound halfway normal. “Come here often?” 

You start to grin, then stop like it hurts. Sirius stops, too. 

“Yeah, you know,” you say, “now and then.” 

“Don’t see why.” He makes a show of looking about him, at the papery blue curtain and beige-ish linoleum floors. “Place is sorta depressing.” 

You roll your eyes, and Sirius’ heart lightens to see you in a better humor. “Yeah, I think I’ve judged my hangout poorly. I’m dying to get out of here.” 

He’ll bet. You’ve been here hours longer than him. James had been the only one home with you when you’d tripped on the stairs and bitten through your lip, and Sirius and Remus had only found out when they’d gotten home and seen the note James left, his already scribbly handwriting worsened by haste and panic. By the time they’d arrived they’d missed most of the action (Sirius was secretly thankful for that) and James had filled them in before the nurse had come out to inform them that you’d gotten three stitches in your lip and summoned Sirius back. 

“I can understand that.” He gives you his best approximation of James’ easygoing grin. “You ready to go home then, gorgeous?” 

The shift is slight, but Sirius sees your bravado fade, a shyness entering your expression. “That’s actually why I wanted to see you,” you say.

“Yeah?” He doesn’t bother to hide his curiosity. “Why’s that?” 

“Because I know you’ll be honest with me.” 

He feels his eyebrows go up. “About what, doll?” 

You shrink a bit, knees drawing closer to your chest. Your voice is small when you ask, “Is it awful? I mean, do I look awful?” 

Ah. Sirius can see why you’d want him for this, but you’re wrong in your assumption. He’d absolutely lie to you if he needed to, just like Remus or James would in his place. But you’ve asked for him, so Sirius tries to do right by you. 

“You could never look awful, dollface. Be sensible.” He squints his eyes teasingly, reaching for your ankle and giving it a reprimanding little shake. “It’s just a couple of stitches, you haven’t been warped unrecognizable.” 

You frown, and it’s even more upsetting than usual. Your eyes look heart-breakingly insecure. “Are you sure?” you ask softly. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” Sirius scoffs like you’re unbelievable. “You said it yourself, babe, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He definitely would, but there’ll never be an occasion for that. He can’t imagine you genuinely looking bad. “I can clean you up a bit, though, if you’d like.” 

You blink. “Um, yeah. If you think it would help.” 

“Brilliant. Sit tight.” Sirius gets up and starts going through drawers, sifting through medical supplies for something he can use. 

“Fairly sure you’re not supposed to do that.” You sound like you’re trying not to smile. 

“Fairly certain my taxes pay for this place, and they’ve left my best-looking roommate with a dirty face.” He finds a box of mini-wipes, turning back to you. “Don’t tell James I’ve said that.” 

“Oh, I’m definitely tattling on you,” you tease, and Sirius is caught between feeling triumphant and worried that you look very near to grinning. He has no clue how easy it is to tear your stitches. 

“What, you want us to match? That’s cruel, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes. “He won’t punch you.” 

Sirius huffs a laugh, holding you still with a hand on your jaw as he wipes gently at your chin. “You haven’t known him as long as I have.” 

Your brows flick up as you meet his eyes, disbelieving. “Our James? You really think our James would hit you for saying he’s not the best looking roommate?” 

“Well, not if you’re in front of me,” he muses. He throws out the first wipe, ripping open another. “He already feels bad for you, so maybe that can work in my favor. If you are going to tell him, lean on me as we walk out, okay, doll? Give me a fighting chance.” 

The corner of your lips twist as you close your eyes and Sirius wipes sideways across your cheek. “Yeah, fair enough. I’ll do my best for you.”

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[brainddeadd]

"baby, sit down and let me help you feel better."

"how you gonna do that pup?"

instead of answering, you just sink down onto your knees in front of him, hands moving to his jeans.

"pup.."

"please, let me do this for you daddy."

"fuck, ok pup."

you slowly pull his cock out of his jeans, and press a kiss to his tip before looking up at him.

"may I?"

"go ahead baby."

you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, slowly swirling your tounge around the mushroom tip, while your hand comes up to gently massage on his balls the way he likes.

"shit pup." he's got his hands on his knees, fingers digging into his skin.

you move your hands to his, before resting his hands on your head.

slowly, you work your mouth further onto his cock, taking it as far as you can, before moving on of the hands from his balls, to the rest of his length.

"fuck fuck."

you pull back, running your tounge along the vein on the underside of his dick.

"love you pup."

"love you daddy." you kiss his tip and then slowly kiss down the length of his dick, sucking his balls into your mouth for a few moments.

you kiss back up his cock, gently running your tounge over the slit on the tip of his dick, before pulling back to look at him.

"fuck my face daddy"

you sink your mouth on his cock, relaxing your throat and letting him fuck into your throat.

"shit pup, such a good pup. you gonna swallow it all pup?"

you moan around his dick in agreement, the vibrations tipping chan over the edge.

"fuck pup." chan pulls you up from the floor and into his lap, kissing you harshly.

you shift on his lap, enough to move your panties out of the way. the blue lace ones he loves to fuck you in.

"baby?"

"please daddy. gotta make you cum again."

he sucks in a breath, his hands moving to your hips.

"ok pup. make daddy cum."

you take that as your cue to grip his cock, positioning it at your entrance and slowly sinking down.

"slowly pup, don't wanna hurt you."

"m'ok daddy"

you slowly sink down until your hips are flush with his thighs and you feel like he's in your throat again.

you slowly start moving your hips on him, taking it much slower than he would like, but he let's you have your fun.

"daddy, need you"

"pup needs daddy to fuck her?"

chan's already moving your arms behind your back, holding them in place and pressing your chest to his.

"gonna fuck my pup, make her cum on my dick so I can fill her pussy with my cum."

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[cho-aaacho]

I love you, truly. There's no doubt in my mind.

Masterlist

Characters : Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, and Choso.

Gojo Satoru (Childhood Friend)

"Ah, isn't it cute?" 

"Yeah."

You simply nodded as Gojo Satoru, your childhood friend, invited you on an aquarium date. It had been a while since you had spent time with him, cherishing these small moments together.

You couldn't recall exactly how long you had known Satoru. As far back as you could remember, you had been his best friend a long time ago, sharing the same blue sky, laughing, lovingly touching each other's hands, playfully giggling, and embracing both his joys, sadness, and happiness.

Some describe him as nonchalant, others as arrogant and annoying, yet to you, he is just like a petite star in the veil of the night sky. So bright yet teasingly distant, just beyond your grasp.

You're acutely aware that being his priority or even dancing in his thoughts is beyond reach. It's clear to you that his actions toward you are merely as friends. 

Since high school, your heart has been sealed within him, keeping it concealed within the recesses of your mind.

...why does God plant the seeds of love in your heart only for them to remain unwatered and untouched by Gojo Satoru?

He chuckled upon noticing your prolonged gaze, a soft smile forming on his lips, causing warmth to spread to your cheeks.

"Do you remember when we were kids and you told me you wanted to be a teacher? Well, now I've stolen that dream, and I'm the one who became a teacher," he remarked. "And remember when you said you wanted to become a skilled baker? Well, I stole that dream too!"

You rolled your eyes, feeling a tingle of irritation. "Yeah, you've stolen every dream I have, and I ended up as a pathetic office worker. But... what exactly are you trying to say?"

His attention shifted to the aquarium, snapping a few photos before continuing. "Hmm... what if I were to say I stole your start? How does that sound?"

"What do you mean, Satoru-kun?"

"Yuuji... he mentioned something about this before we set off on our little date. He mentioned that you had planned on something. I don't think he meant to spill the tea because it was supposed to be a secret. But you know how bad Yuuji is at keeping secrets, so, well, he let it slip."

He paused, then added, "The thing you want to say this day is... Satoru-kun, as unbelievable as it may sound, I'm absolutely head over heels for you. I love you."

He giggled. "And since I stole your start, it means, like, you know what I mean, right?" 

Now your mind is full of cherry blossoms...

A smile curled on his lips. As he gets closer, your shoulder touches his, making your heart beat so fast. How could he know this so fast? Did he know that you loved him for a very long time?

He shook his head and removed his sunglasses, perching them atop his silver hair. He stared at you with a soft smile. "I love you. Will you be mine?"

Geto Suguru (Boss/Employee Relationship)

"I wish I could see you not only today but every day. Please stay by my side," Geto expressed lovingly.

The memory of Geto's heartwarming words lingered in your mind. It's so endearing, isn't it? How could he leave you with this feeling? Did he even try to find out or ask you after this? 

You still remember that time. It was a nice morning during spring, and you both indulged in green tea and sakuramochi on the terrace. Talking about sakura and kakigori. You found yourself just nodding and smiling, unable to find the words to respond.

Perhaps... you're too shy to face him, or it was the shock of his unexpected confession, considering your interaction with him is always in a formal atmosphere.

His words were consistently warm, polite, and kind towards everyone, but sometimes they left you confused about whether they were sincere or merely of his inherent kindness. 

But you knew too well; it's just a part of Geto's natural charm. Despite occasional rudeness towards non-jujutsu-shi, everyone adored him for his personality, a trait you've always loved in your deepest heart.

This time, Geto invited you to the planetarium. He expressed being in a good mood to take you out, releasing his desire to spend quality time together, and affirming that you're the only one who fits with him on this date.

Despite the comments from everyone that the date was so childish and corny, you eagerly accepted the invitation. You loved this idea.

He said he has always loved stars and planets since he was a little kid, and this kind of date would refresh his sweet childhood memory. 

That morning, when he came out of his room, it was the first time you saw Geto dressed casually instead of in his priestly attire. You couldn't help but notice how effortlessly appealing he looked, hinting at his charm, his pretty face, and his warm eyes. Everything about him is indeed beautiful.

"Shall we?" he said, extending his hand. You felt the warmth and gentleness of his palm as you squeezed it, eliciting a chuckle from him.

His large palm brought a sense of protection and security as it touched your skin, making you happy. It was the first time you felt such intensity from touching Geto Suguru, sparking curiosity about whether he had done this with anyone else.

"Are you happy?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Of course, Geto-san. How could I say no to an invitation from someone like you? I'm grateful for your company."

He nodded and smiled, then paused. "So... would you mind if we did this again in the future? Perhaps... for something more romantic and intimate?"

You blushed. "Um..."

"Oh, sorry if I confused you. What I meant is," he leaned in closer, gently touching your hair, then traced your jawline with a smile. 

"I understand if you don't see it as romantic, but, well, I'd like to ask if you want to meet my friend next week. She's a talented designer and has crafted some beautiful wedding dresses."

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "I was thinking of having you try on her wedding dress. I know she has one that would look stunning on you. I envision you wearing it, sitting by my side, like a good couple, because... I want to marry you."

Nanami Kento (Secret Admirer)

"Oh, flowers?" 

Haibara teased, peeking over from his desk with a mischievous grin. It's been a month now since you started receiving these surprises. Adorned at your desk whenever you come to the office in the morning.

At first, it was just a card, but then the next week came flowers, followed by your favorite cake, coffee, and even a keychain featuring your beloved mascot. Yet, each gift arrives without a sender's name, leaving you intrigued.

You attempt to inquire with your coworkers, hoping to find alternatives and answers from them. Unfortunately, they seem unaware of the sender's identity, giving a hint that they can't help you with this. 

"Aren't you happy that you have a secret admirer? I can see it in your eyes," Nanami says, his gaze fixed on the computer screen as his fingers dance across the keyboard.

"I'm just wondering why they're hiding all these gifts and remaining anonymous. I'm not a teenager anymore; this kind of thing only makes me anxious, you know."

He pauses briefly, shifting his attention from the computer to you, who is engrossed in checking documents at your desk. 

"I wouldn't consider the sender creepy or anything, because whoever it is seems to have a deep understanding of me. Like, when I mentioned to Haibara-kun that I had a migraine, the next day I received migraine medicine."

Paused, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Or when I mentioned I wanted to eat chocolate truffles, the next day they appeared on my desk. None of this feels coincidental, I must admit."

You stroke your chin thoughtfully. "I suppose... I appreciate it when someone shows they care about me, but it'd mean even more if I knew who they were. You see, I've always been alone since I was a child, so when someone shows me their kindness, I'll love them sincerely."

"So, what are you going to do with this?" Nanami's voice was tinged with anxiety.

"Maybe I'll bake a cake or something for them as my gratitude. My grandma gave me a recipe for baking a cake, and she called it Cake For Someone Special." 

You force a smile and gaze at him. "But, I'll probably say goodbye to them if I have met them, and... thank you?

Nanami's voice changed, sounding anxious. "Eh... why?"

You chuckled. "The manager transferred me to another office. It's a new office for what I know, and they needed a new staff."

After hearing this, a burning sensation stirred within Nanami. He attempted to quell it by conjuring thoughts in his mind. But a question flooded his thoughts: How could this happen to me? Should I reveal the truth? That I—

"Nanami-san..." You began taking on a mysterious tone. "You know... everyone has unique handwriting. Do you believe that each person's handwriting is unique?"

He frowned but remained silent.

"I've been observing all my coworkers and noticed that each of them has a different handwriting. Well, some share similarities, but there are still noticeable differences."

You glanced at him. "And your handwriting, Nanami-san, is truly remarkable. It seems to reflect your personality—kind, caring, and observant."

You continued, "Some believe that handwriting can reveal a person's personality. I don't claim to be an expert, but I've noticed similarities between your handwriting and our little anonymous. So, are you—"

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his words trailing into the air.

"Yes, I know it sounds ridiculous and weird. I was the one who sent you gifts, cards, and everything. I know I may sound creepy or cheesy, but... I just want to share my feelings with you. Sorry if I'm not gentle enough with all of this, but please... don't leave me. I'll send the gifts once again, with my name on them, as long as you remain by my side."

It felt a bit odd hearing Nanami speak those words in front of you at the office. Yet, deep down, there was a sense of joy upon hearing them. Something inside you is blooming like a flower. Beautiful.

You chuckled softly and whispered, "Who said I'm going to leave you? I simply mentioned that our manager might transfer me, but I'm not necessarily agreeing with it. So how about we grab lunch after this? And we can talk about this later, right, Nanami-san?"

Oh... Lord, how smoothly Haibara's plan was working on Nanami. It was quite satisfying... 

"And, again, Nanami-san. I'll never leave you." 

Fushiguro Megumi (cuteness)

He adores flowers. Everything about them always makes his heart float like a delicate feather. He can't recall exactly when his love for flowers began, but it's likely influenced by his sister.

As one of the florists in town, Megumi loves to visit you to admire the flowers and buy some for his sister.

It's quite uncommon to find a man with such a sweet appreciation for flowers. He explained that it stemmed from his sister's passion, and he loves cherishing and feeling happiness from them.

For you, it's delightful to connect with someone who shares similar interests, and you hold this bond with Megumi.

Megumi has also taken the time to learn Hanakotoba, and he happily shares his knowledge with anyone, including you.

Whenever he talks about flowers, you can see the kindness in his eyes and the warmth of his compassionate smile, sometimes leaving you feeling a bit bashful.

One day, when he visits you, there's an air of gloom and sadness surrounding him. 

Though you're unsure of what has transpired, you detect a hint of sorrow in his demeanor. 

He may be reluctant to divulge the details, or perhaps he's attempting to shield his sadness, but it's clear that he needs someone to confide in or share his sorrow.

"Are you alright? You seem rather down," you remark, your gaze drifting to the orchids nearby.

"I... I'm not sure if I am. It's just... you know, a little problem."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the fleeting glimpse of upset in his eyes. Still wondering how to cheer him up? Perhaps you could try a bouquet for free or a comforting cup of hot chocolate for your dear friend.

It's so rare to see him this gloomy; usually, he's always seen with a warm smile around you, signaling his comfort in your presence. 

But this time... feels different.

"I can help you, Megumi-kun."

He is gazing at you, falling into stillness while brushing back his hair. "I want to give my friend a gift, but I don't know her favorite."

Oh... her?

So... it's because of a woman? What kind of woman is changing Megumi's mood all of a sudden?

There's nothing wrong with that, but why does it feel uneasy to you?

You halt your thoughts and shake your head, knowing it's best not to jump to conclusions. 

You tease him and giggle to lighten the mood. "Oh, who is she? Your new girlfriend?"

A hint of blush renders his cheeks, and despite Megumi trying to hide his shyness, you can still see it. Oh... so cute. Cute.

"N-no, it's not quite like that. She's a good friend, someone truly special. She's always there for me, supporting me, showing me love, and I want to express my gratitude somehow."

Deep down... you're aware that his feelings for this woman go beyond friendship. It's evident in Megumi's eyes and the way he proudly talks about her. 

"I see..."

Well, he may be in love.

"How about you give her gerberas?"

He frowned. "Why?"

"Well, red gerberas represent unconscious love or being fully immersed in love. It looks like your feelings for her are more than just friendship. But I'm sorry, Megumi-kun. I don't have gerberas."

He smiled softly and nodded. You felt content seeing Megumi's mood shift to warmth, gentleness, and softness, especially when you noticed the sparkle in his eyes when you mentioned gerberas.

"Why do I forget about that one? Thank you for reminding me."

The last thing you remember is that Megumi ran through the entrance, leaving you standing alone in the shop. A sigh escaped from your lips, and a strange emptiness enveloped you, wrapping you alone in the corner.

As you returned home from work, the moments of the day almost faded from your mind until you spotted Megumi standing in front of your apartment. 

You have no idea how long he's been there. But it was a beautiful afternoon when the sun went down and was replaced by hues of twilight. All you can see is him grabbing something that looks like a bouquet from afar, but you aren't sure.

"Megumi-kun, what are you doing here?"

Now, as you gazed at him, he stood there, tenderly holding a bouquet in his hand.

"There's something I need to discuss about our relationship, something I need to confirm with you. It might seem trivial, but... I feel it's important to say," he began, his smile warm and genuine.

As he handed you the bouquet, you noticed a bouquet of gerberas nestled within, elegantly wrapped alongside a beautiful envelope. It's simply beautiful, just like him, Fushiguro Megumi. It was perhaps the most exquisite bouquet you'd ever laid eyes on.

Caught between reality and a daydream, you found yourself stuck by Megumi's smile. How could all of this be happening to you? Was it truly meant for you—the flower, the letter, his confession, everything?

"You're simply beautiful, and I love you," he whispered softly. "I want you to be with me."

Choso (First Kiss)

"The rain doesn't seem to be letting up. How are we going to get home?"

"I'm not sure, but stuck in the classroom isn't a good idea. I should hurry home, or my brothers will worry about me."

"Heh, you're such a good big brother."

Rain falling to the ground creates a calming atmosphere. The aroma of moist soil is in your nose. It always leaves a pleasant, romantic impression.

A peculiar feeling began to invade your mind, pleading for assistance in escaping these situations. It was dark and cold, and you hate them. All you could sense were raindrops, Choso's humming, and the ticking of the clock. It leaves a blue atmosphere for you, to be honest.

His eyes gazed at you with a smile on his lips. "Yeah, maybe we could use an umbrella, but I think you'd hate it if we used that ugly one."

You joking. "An umbrella? Well, maybe it would be nice if we used it. You know, it sounds... romantic."

A warm feeling began to invade your system as you said that. You weren't sure if he could notice or sense the tease, but your rosy cheeks gave it away.

"Oh, you want to try it?"

A smile waltzed across Choso's lips. He studied your face before nodding. His gaze, as warm as the sun, locked onto yours, desperately vying for your attention.

He sidled closer. "You know, just trying... it won't hurt you."

He shared his laughter with you, a symphony of joy that danced through the air. 

He reached for his umbrella in his bag. "I'm not lying," he said. "I always brought an umbrella from home; so shall we?"

Your gaze swept over him, scanning what the umbrella looked like. Well, it doesn't seem bad, like he said earlier, despite how tiny it was. It could fit both of you. Choso is a tall man, but you're sure that the umbrella will fit both of you. And you think it will be good if you're close to him.

"What do you think?" His words hung in the air like a playful challenge. "Would you like to try it?"

You nodded in agreement and, without thinking. Now that your attention is drawn to the outside, the raindrop is still falling but not as heavy as before.

You can't seem to remember everything clearly; it all happened so fast. From what you recall, you're both already outside with Choso under the same umbrella. The atmosphere is cold and freezing. It's been a long time since you've shared an umbrella with someone, let alone been this close.

You try to calm yourself by closing your eyes, but in reality, you are unable to move an inch of your very fingers. It's so weird, to be honest.

"Are you okay?" Choso's voice brought you back to reality. You gazed at him and noticed that your face and his were close, almost touching his nose.

...at this rate, he'll be...

"N-no, I'm okay..."

"Come closer," he whispered. "I don't want you to get wet by the rain, or you'll be sick." He continued. "You don't want me to be closer?"

"No, it's not, Choso-kun. I just..."

He leaned in, closing the gap between you and him. Making your face even blushier than before. "You know Nobara says when you're this close with someone, you should kiss them. Do you want to try it too? Well, this is my first time kissing someone; I just want to try."

"Oh... Choso—"

But before you could respond to him, his lips had already met yours, sealing you with a warm and gentle kiss, leaving you breathless, vulnerable, and willing to surrender.

For someone who claims it was his first time, his kiss was actually good—not rushed or forced, just a tender and soft kiss from someone you love dearly.

He whispered between the kisses. "Promise me you'll stay like this..."

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[manestjerne]

I'll do that again for you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky pushes you away again and you let him this time.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst, swearing, comfort, a little fluff, doubts, angry behavior, mentions of physical abuse and injuries, crying. Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: I'm not sure about this one, but it's been on my mind for so long I had to finally sit down and write it all down. Hope you enjoy it guys <3

I walked into Bucky’s apartment and tossed my keys on the dining table before opening the fridge and getting myself a bottle of water. I looked around slowly and walked to the pile of bedsheets on the floor. I picked them up before sitting down on the couch. The quiet sound of shower in the other room seemed to wash all my worries away, but I knew they will come back the moment I see him. His deep blue, tired eyes full of regret and and guilt, his usually steady hands shaking whenever we were alone. All the things no one else besides me was allowed to see. Things that only I could perceive in a conference room full of people. Things I couldn’t do anything about. He was more devastated than ever when Steve started talking about leaving him. Leaving us, but Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around that, believing I have already found my peace in other people. As compassionate as he was, he never saw how lonely I was since I was trying to get him his life back. But I never blamed him. 

The peaceful sound of water flowing got quiet unexpectedly, making me snap back to reality. I heard quiet footsteps getting closer and my heart started pounding in my chest. 

„Hey sweets, you’re here early.” 

He said calmly, sitting on the couch next to me. I only replied with a smile, realizing he looks worse than usually. He wasn’t surprised I was here, I always were on friday mornings. We talked about his last therapy session before going to the compound together, it was our routine. The thing that kept us both on tracks, helping to get a steady rhythm in our messed up lives, something to stick with for once. But today my thoughts were focused on something else, I didn’t care about the therapy, knowing he might finally found something better to help him get his life together. 

„How was your date yesterday?”

„It was awful and I don’t want to talk about it” 

His reply was dry and harsh. He didn’t to that often while talking to me. He had a soft spot there, always treating me gently and respectful, but I knew this moment would come, sooner or later. I knew the perfect bubble of our strange relationship would finally burst, because he couldn’t handle it. I knew it would change for him, but never for me, I felt the same way since I met him, when he squeezed my throat so hard that I passed out and had to look at the bruises covering my body for the next two weeks whenever I passed a mirror. But even as a Winter Soldier, his eyes were the same, that’s why I chose to help Steve get him back. That’s why I had the worst possible fight with Tony, when he told me I can’t just pick up assassins from the streets and adopt them like stray cats. He never said that about Wanda, he never called Nat an assassin, but he never hesitated when it came to Bucky. Thinking about that sent shivers down my spine, remembering how much I had to give up to bring things back to normal, to help them understand that the Winter Soldier is not the person standing in front of them.

„So I chose a wrong person again?” 

I asked with a weak smile. It wasn’t the first date he didn’t enjoy, but he never blamed me for that.

„You chose the wrong thing for me, I don’t get why do you want me to find a fucking love of my life by setting me up on hookups I don’t want to attend.”

His voice started to sound unsettling, I shifted in my seat and straightened my back, looking at him carefully. He tried to do that earlier, to push me away by scaring me, but I never let him. I knew he would never hurt me, too focused on protecting me at all costs, like his life depended on it.

„Don’t be such a dick and stop blaming me for your poor love life, I’m just trying to help you get back to reality.”

I was surprised by my own words, I never spoke to him that way, no matter how he treated me. I felt a wave of frustration flushing through my veins, making me feel like my blood is boiling. I looked at his hands, his metal fingers clenching in a fist, the flesh hand rubbing on the soft fabric of his jeans, but I knew how much they were trembling at this moment and how much he was fighting himself not to break the character he was trying to play. 

„I never asked for it.”

His jaw clenched and I felt a sting in my chest at his words. No matter how grateful he was for me being there, he would never admit it, he would never say how much he needed and appreciated all I ever did for him. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I decided to make it easier for him, knowing he would struggle with saying it out loud. He never wanted me to leave his side, but he thought it was the right thing, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.

„I don’t want you to play a babysitter anymore, seeing one shrink at a time is enough.” 

He huffed and rolled his eyes, almost making me believe his words and for the first time I felt some kind of doubt. My safe place by his side was slowly fading away as he kept looking at me with something what felt like blame in his eyes. I shrinked into my seat trying to find any words, but every time I opened my mouth the room was filled with nothing but silence. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I repeated myself quietly, not able to find any other words suitable for what I was feeling at the moment.

„Are you even fucking listening?”

He wasn’t angry, but frustrated. I didn’t flinch at his voice, but I could feel the tears filling up my eyes slowly. I got up and picked my keys up from the table. After a few short breaths I found the courage to face him again.

„That’s what I do all the time, James. I listen. I wish you could do that for once.”

With my last word I turned away and walked to the door. He never tried to stop me, he didn’t say anything before I left. I held my tears back for as long as I could, letting go at the moment I sat in my car. I doubted all I did for him at the moment, knowing that one of us wasn’t ready for what we were doing, but I couldn’t realize who was the problem.

-----

„It’s been a week since you stopped attending the meetings. If Tony was mad earlier, you don’t want to know what Steve said today.”

Nat entered my room without knocking as always. She brought me a piece of Wanda’s cake, but I pushed the plate away, still refusing to eat whenever I wasn’t starving.

„I really just don’t want to see him, I’m not ready for that.”

She sat on the bed next to me, looking at me closely and sinking every word I said. It was the first time I said anything about what happened that day and she was willing to listen carefully to every word I say, analyzing every sigh and deep breath between them. I felt bad about treating her this way, she deserved to know everything, but I was scared of what I was going to say, I tried not to think about it, knowing my pain is now fully replaced with anger and frustration.

„I did everything I could, all this months I tried to help him and he acts like a fucking brat, trying to push me away. I’m so done with him, I’m not going back and begging him to let me do that all again. If he’s so devoted to Steve let’s just stick with that and let him live his pathetic little life without my interruptions.” 

I said it all in one breath trying not to sound paranoid, but Nat only nodded slowly and laid on her back, staring at the perfectly white ceiling. 

„I respect your every decision, but he’s only doing that to help you, and you know that. It’s you, who convinced me he means no harm and just can’t deal with his own mind, that’s why he’s trying to push you away. But it’s okay you’re tired with that, you don’t deserve it.”

I rolled on my stomach laying next to her and picked up the plate she put on the bed earlier. I stared at all the layers of my favorite toppings and saw how uneven it was looking, realizing Natasha helped Wanda with cooking this time. I smiled to myself remembering how much she hates doing that. 

"Just wait for him to come back, he'll do it eventually."

„Thanks Nat, I’m glad you’re here.” 

I said before dipping my fork in the cake.

---

Everyone got quiet when I entered the shared kitchen, it was the first time I was in the same room with Bucky since I left his apartment in tears. But I didn’t mind his presence, I knew he’s not going to bring it up when there were so many people around and I wasn’t planning on giving him a chance to speak to me in private. I walked up to the counter and poured myself a glass of water before heading to the coffee machine. I waited for my drink to brew when I turned away and rested my elbows on the counter behind me, almost tasting the tensed atmosphere I brought into the room. 

„Are you planning on attending any meetings this week or should I just send you a fax with our arrangements?” 

Tony asked calmly. He was mad at me, but acting as a human as possible he wasn’t planning on letting me know.

„Yeah, I’ll be there today.”

I shrugged my shoulders when Steve rolled his eyes, but I wasn’t looking at him. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the countertop in front of him, filled with guilt. He looked pathetic and I blamed myself for enjoying the view. After hearing a quiet beep my eyes left him to pick up the coffee.

„See you at 6.”

I said and started walking away lazily with mug in one hand and a glass of water in another. I was slowly getting used to this, feeling more comfortable leaving my room, not caring about the stares.

„You two should just fuck and let us get back to normal.”

I froze at Tony’s words and turned back to face him unconsciously.

„Come on, we can all see how you’re looking at each other, let’s finally get over this awkward phase.”

„Shut up.” 

Bucky replied him firmly at his next words, but Tony just shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his cereal. I tightened my grip on the glass in my hand and looked him in the eyes, shaking my head slowly. Little did he know, we did that once, a few weeks back and it never helped, it never changed our relationship. I couldn’t find proper words to respond so I just walked away and stopped after passing the first corner, when no one could see me. I let my head fall back and took a few deep breaths, feeling the almost healed wound open up again. I started walking away when I heard footsteps approaching me, but he was faster and caught up with me after only a few seconds. He blocked my way with his body, towering over me before I could reach the elevator and hide in my room. 

„He shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.” 

Bucky was trying to look me in the eyes but I successfully avoided it.

„Don’t act like you regret anything.”

I huffed and tried to pass him, but it was impossible. He raised his hand to tuck the strand of hair behind my ear but I flinched at his movement. He was visibly hurt by that, but not surprised, taking a step back his gaze never left me. 

„Can we just talk like adult people do?”

„You’re not so good at that.”

I replied coldly, matching his earlier energy, trying to push him away as he did so many times.

„I am, you taught me that.”

„No, that’s a job for a shrink, so I’m not doing that again.”

„I know how you fee-„

„No, you fucking don’t!”

I replied throwing a glass at him, my words louder than necessary. He didn’t flinch, knowing I wasn’t actually aiming at him. The glass flew next to his face and shattered at the wall behind him. 

„Fuck.” 

I mumbled and dropped on my knees to pick up the glass from the floor. He kneeled besides me and pulled me away gently, grabbing the shattered pieces with his metal hand. 

„You’ll hurt yourself.”

He said gently and I almost fell in his arms after these words, knowing how much I miss him and how much I want to be allowed to do that again. 

„Like you care.”

I huffed in response and entered the elevator leaving him alone, kneeling in the puddle wetting his jeans, letting my frustration take over.

-----

I heard a soft knocking on my door. I raised myself on my elbows before realizing Nat and Wanda never knock, no matter what time they decide to come see me, so I rolled over with my back facing the door now. I didn’t want to talk to anybody else at the moment.

„I know you’re not sleeping, I can hear your uneven breath.”

I heard the words clearly, even tho his whisper was muffled by the door separating us. I didn’t respond, knowing he’ll come in eventually. I heard a resigned sigh before the door opened. His quiet footsteps echoing in my head when he circled the room and kneeled besides my bed to face me. 

„I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

He said confidently waiting for my answer, but also knowing I’m not going to speak. He gave me a few seconds to make sure I don’t have anything to say before he spoke up again.

„I know how you feel, I can see how much you have to give up in order to help me. I know how alone you are, even with so many people supporting you. I know you did it all to make me feel better and I appreciate it more than anything, I need your help just as much as you think and more.”

I was a little confused at his words, actually admitting all the things he couldn’t say earlier.

„Then why are you like that?”

I felt the tears filling up my eyes again, but I didn’t care, letting them fall on my cheeks as our murmurs were filling up the quiet room. 

„Because I can’t stand watching you do this. You don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you, but I can’t function without you. I need you back and I’ll do everything for you to forgive me again.”

His hand slowly landed on my cheek, wiping the tears away as he looked me in the eyes.

„See, that’s the problem. Again. How many times will you push me away before finally opening up and letting me really help you?”

My voice wasn’t shaking as much, feeling his touch calmed me down as always, no matter how I wanted to resist the feeling.

„I won’t do that ever again, I won’t hurt you. I just need you back, as clingy as always, being a pain in my ass every Friday morning, asking about my therapy. Making me watch all the stupid romantic movies, cuddling on the couch when I’m trying to move away. Dragging me back to bed when I lay on the floor and making me talk about my nightmares before we fall asleep again.”

"Who would think that Bucky Barns could ever kneel before a woman."

"And I'll do it again for you."

I couldn’t help but giggled at his words, knowing how much I miss that feeling too, no matter he was trying to act like he hates it, he loved it more than I did. He smiled softly at my reaction, and I knew it was sincere. He slowly stood up and took the covers off me. Picking me up gently he moved me to make space for himself and laid next to me, resting my head on his chest before pulling the covers over us once more.

„Just come back for the last time and I promise I won’t act like a brat and start treating you as you deserve. I would do anything for you and I can’t run from it anymore. I’m ready to give you everything I can and finally take care of you, like you did this whole time.”

He brushed his fingers through my hair and I nodded slowly, knowing he finally understood that pushing me away is not an option. I took a deep breath smelling his cologne and my eyelids got heavy as my body started to relax. I closed my eyes sinking in the feeling of our bodies being so close again, our legs tangled under the duvet, his heart beating right where my head was resting. 

„Just close your eyes now, and we’ll start everything again tomorrow, okay?”

He asked quietly, his flesh hand not leaving my hair and the metal once still drawing circles on my back.

„Okay.”

I said before falling asleep, knowing I won’t wake up in the middle of the night as I did every time for the past week. 

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[milla-frenchy]

The hounds of hell 2

Written with @aurorawritestoescape

4k2 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3 Summary: when you get reminded of the night you spent with Steve and Javi, you can’t help but come for more Warnings: 18+ mdni. semi public sex, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), threesome, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, degradation, piv, cum eating, creampies. No age specified

a/n: this is a contribution to the boyd-a-thon event for PCRF @toxicanonymity 🖤🐨

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For several days, you wondered what exactly had happened that night. You had fragments of memories, you knew they had fucked you, but without remembering all the details.

Part of you resented them for manipulating you, making you feel like you could trust them. Another part thought that you had been way too naive. And the last part made you touch yourself every single night, thinking of them.

A few weeks later, you finally went back to that bar, even if you didn’t know how you would react if you saw them. But they weren't there that night, nor the other ones. So you danced, drank, met people, other men. You had sex with some of them, but never got the thrill you’d felt that night, never had the thought that had struck you the next day -“it was the best fucking of my life.”

It was Saturday night and you were dancing, twirling, enjoying yourself in a crowd of people. Two hands rested on your hips, and you froze when you heard “hey, baby”, soft lips against your ear. You turned around, and faced Steve’s blue eyes, his self-confident smile, his blonde hair. It was slightly longer than the last time, messier.

“Don’t call me that, and fuck off.” The lack of memories of that night instantly made you act in a bitter and defensive way.

He pulled back and raised his hands, as if to say “ok, whatever you want.”

You contemplated leaving, but you convinced yourself that you didn’t have to. He could go if he wanted, but you’d stay. You bottomed a shot at the bar and then danced again. He seemed to have left. Later, you went into the bathroom, and as the door was closing, Steve slipped in and locked it. 

“What the fuck?”

You barely had time to finish your sentence when he approached you, smiling. Not a mean or provocative smile. A smile that meant “I know you want it.” Fuck, did you want it? He already managed to make you doubt yourself.

His hands were on your hips and he tried to kiss you. You turned your head to the side, swerving him, and said “No, stop.” He looked at you and gave you that smile again. He had so much self confidence that it was indecent. He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your neck that he covered with soft, hot kisses, making your eyes roll back.

“Come on, baby, let me kiss you.”

He moved back up to your lips and just before kissing you, he looked deep in your eyes for a few seconds. You got lost in his gaze. When he pressed his lips to yours, you felt almost all your doubts disappear and you stopped pushing him away. His tongue was already brushing against your lips, as if he was asking for permission to slide it in. You didn't keep him waiting long. In a moment, your tongue was swirling against his. He moaned into your mouth, and you felt yourself gush. His hands shifted from your cheeks, to your breasts, then your hips. They brushed against your body, your dress, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him.

“Yeah…You want this cock, beautiful? Just like that night?”, he said, his forehead pressed against yours, so close that you could smell his minty breath.

“No…no, I don’t. Can’t even remember what you two had done to me.”

“You don’t remember?” he asked, staring at you with narrowed eyes. You shook your head. 

“Lemme help you”, he smirked and slipped his hand between your thighs, pulled up your dress and caressed your folds through your panties.

“Damn…seems like your cunt ain’t forgot, baby…she’s already soaked.”

He kneeled and pulled down your panties, looking at your pussy for a few seconds before glancing up at you. You bit your lower lip, waiting for him to place his lips on you, there, in this dark bathroom. But he smiled and stood up, covered his thumb with your slick, and brought it to your clit. He rubbed it gently, while your eyes were locked, your breathing speeding up with every second. Keeping his thumb on your clit, he pushed two fingers in your pussy, making you moan. You rolled your hips towards his fingers, fucking yourself on them. You grabbed his shirt to hide your face, nuzzling his neck, being ashamed of breaking so easily for him. 

“Fuck…I’m gonna…”

“Yeah, baby, I know. Come on my fingers, clench ‘em again. Even faster than in the car, fuck.”

He pressed his crotch against your hip, and you could feel his bulge. You knew he loved to show how hard he could be, how big his dick was. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, just before you came. He let you ride out your orgasm, his thumb resting on your clit, his fingers still buried inside you. Then he slowly removed them from your dripping cunt and licked them one by one, not taking his eyes off you and added “I remember everythin’, baby.”

Flashbacks started to come back to you. You saw yourself coming on their fingers, their tongues, their cocks. 

Steve started backing up until he leaned against the opposite wall, less than four feet from you, and you watched him unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. He spat in his hand and started slowly jerking off in front of you.

“Show me your pussy, baby. Lemme see her.”

His words were a melody you didn't want to stop. You did like he asked, pulling up your dress for him. Your panties were still around your ankles. You bunched up the fabric in your fists, and held it around your hips. With your pussy offered to his view, his wrist began speeding up.

“Touch yourself a little. Yeah, just like that, shit…” Your clit was still throbbing under your fingers but you didn't want to stop. You wanted to see him cum. "Still sensitive baby? Yeah, bet ya are, came hard for me." You nodded, pushed a finger into your core and then brought it to your lips, tasting your wetness. He was jacking off his shaft fast now. “Shit. You’re so fuckin' hot. Ya like that little pussy juice? Yeah, I like it too…fuck…fuck…oh shiiiiit.”

His cum spurted out, some of it landing on the ground, and some of it onto his clenched fist. “Damn, you’re a naughty thing. And you ain't even drunk, baby…” he laughed, groaning, milking his cock to the very last drop. And he smirked, as his eyes sparkled.

He wiped his hand, moved closer to you, tucking his cock back in his pants, gave you a piece of paper and whispered in your ear, “Be at this address, tomorrow at 6pm. Javi and I will give it to ya good, if you’re ready for part 2.”

He wrapped his big hands around your neck in the most gentle way, and gave you a languid kiss which made your head spin. When he walked out of the bathroom, your pussy was clenching desperately, so you locked the door behind him, and got off a second time. 

You had some doubts about coming to meet Steve and Javi but they were overshadowed by the need to be used by the men again. 

Flashbacks of the night spent with them began driving you insane with lust. Especially after Steve’s skillful fingers coaxed a hardest climax out of you in the bar bathroom. 

So the next day you went to Javi’s place. When Steve opened the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed your cheek. 

“Here’s my baby,” he whispered in your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. He led you to the living room where you found Javi sitting in an armchair. He nodded and gave you a little smile. Your clit twitched when his dark eyes glided up and down your body.  

“Want a drink?” Steve asked, when you sat down on the couch. You agreed to have a beer and after getting it, he joined you. His hand was immediately on your naked thigh, lips tracing paths along your neck. Your core was buzzing with the anticipation of the night and you moaned when Steve’s hand slithered up to your heated center. 

“Damn, Javi, our girl ain’t wearing any panties,” Steve said, not tearing his blown eyes from yours. 

“Putita, (little slut),” you heard Javi mumble. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” Your breath hitched when Steve’s thumb slipped between your folds and gently rubbed your hardening clit. 

You moaned his name and his lips brushed yours as he began caressing your bud with feather light strokes. He was playing with you, winding up your arousal more and more until you were nothing but a trembling needy mess under his touch. 

“Please…,” you whined and Javi chuckled. 

“What do you need, baby?” Steve asked, his eyes finding yours while he was torturing you with his soft caress. 

Javi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and said, “Our little slut needs what she came for, Steve. To get fucked. Right, Hermosa?” You looked into his eyes and nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“Say it, beautiful,” Steve whispered, pulling his hand away from your pussy and making you whine with need. 

You didn’t care that it felt humiliating. On the contrary the fact that they had such power over you was turning you on even more. You’d do anything to be used by them at that moment. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “Please, fuck me.”

Javi smirked, adjusting his bulge, and Steve kissed your cheek before getting up, pulling you up on your feet and then lying down on the floor along the couch. 

“C’mere, baby. Sit on my face,” he said, motioning for you to straddle him with his hands. You looked at Javi and he got up and stood behind you, his hands on your waist,  “Don’t be shy, cariño, Steve’s gonna make you feel real good.” You felt his hands pulling up your dress until he slipped it off your body completely. Now you were absolutely naked in a room with two fully clothed men. 

Steve moaned at the sight of you, “Fuck, c’mon, beautiful. Be a good girl and let me taste this sweet pussy.” 

You bit your lip and kneeled down over Steve’s face. Javi sat on the couch and you saw him unzipping his jeans. You got mesmerized when he took his gorgeous cock out but suddenly Steve’s hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you down on his face. You felt his soft lips latch onto your throbbing pussy and whimpered when his tongue slid between your folds. He slowly licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and began sucking on the bud making you arch your back and flutter your eyes shut.  

“Look at this little whore, Steve. There was no need to get her drunk that night. ‘m sure she’d have jumped at the chance to be fucked by us.”

Steve hummed against your heat and the vibrations sent a new wave of pleasure through your body.

“More, Steve, please,” you pleaded, clenching his blond hair with your fist and rolling your hips getting desperate for a release. 

You looked down and saw his eyes glint with mischief. Steve gave you a wink, pushed your folds apart with his fingers and flattened his tongue against your blooming pussy. He rubbed your clit and then slid down to lap at your crying hole. 

“She’s sweet, yeah?” Javi asked Steve, watching him devour your cunt while his big hand was slowly sliding up and down his weeping cock. You licked your lips throwing a glance at it and Javi noticed. 

“I think putita wants to suck on something big and juicy. Don’t you, cariño?” He asked as he got up and stood next to Steve and you. His cock bobbed in front of your face. Javi took it in his hand at the base and you looked up at him. He was towering over you, your eyes hazy with the pleasure Steve was giving you. Javi cupped your cheek and you purred into his touch. 

“Open up, putita,” he said gently as his fingers pinched your chin and pulled it down, opening your mouth. 

His cock was soft and hot on your tongue and you began slowly pleasuring him. You gently sucked on the tip first and then took him deeper, until it reached the back of your throat. 

“Oh, I love this mouth,” Javi breathed out, tilting his head back. But soon his eyes were cast down again and he watched you work his cock and Steve devour your glistening pussy. 

The man between your legs was relentlessly licking at your cunt, slurping and groaning against your center. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the cock in your mouth and you kept pausing and just drooling around Javi’s stiff length. 

“Fuck, Steve, what are you doing to her down there? She can’t suck my cock right, got too pleasure-dumb.”

Steve chuckled against your clit and you moaned loudly around Javi’s member. 

“Am I eating you well, baby?” Steve asked parting from your pussy for a second and slightly biting your inner thigh. You glanced up at Javi, eyes glossy and blown. 

“Oh, putita’s gone, Steve,” Javi laughed at your state and added, “I’ll have to do everything myself then.”

With that he took your head between his hands and started thrusting his hot cock into your mouth. He was gentle at first but the deeper he pushed his length into you, the rougher he was getting. Soon he was fucking your mouth in earnest, making you drool and gasp for air every chance he granted you, while Steve was bringing you close to the climax. 

Javi dipped his cock into your throat as Steve swirled your clit with his tongue and you came undone, drowning Steve’s mouth with your slick and moaning loudly around Javi’s member.

“Oh, cariño, your mouth is heaven but I need to last,” Javi groaned, pulling you off his cock, “let’s get her to bed, Steve.”

“Lie down, and spread your legs for me,” you heard Steve command as soon as you stepped into the bedroom. 

You got on the bed and spread them slightly, feeling shy.

“Spread them more. Show me that wet pussy.”

You spread your thighs further.

“I said more, baby.”

This time you used your fingers and parted your folds. You felt both uncomfortable with their predatory attitude and horny at the idea of what they were going to do to you next. They made no secret of their desire and hunger for you. You felt like you were leaking onto the sheets. Steve looked at you like at a piece of meat, his swollen cock in his hand, precum leaking.

“You see that, Javi?”

“Hard to miss it, she's dripping,” the man answered, stroking his cock lazily. “I love when they ruin my sheets. Come on, give her what she wants. Your cock. Right, Hermosa?”

You noded.

“Say it.”

“I…want your cock”, you said, looking at Steve only, that time.

He lay down between your legs, spread them with his knees, and slid his tip between your folds, one hand resting on your cheek.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl?”

“Yeah…”

He thrust in slightly making you whimper, and your hands squeezed his biceps.

“Tell me how much you wanna get fucked.”

“I…I want you two to fuck me. Please”, you begged. “I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah? Did you touch yourself, thinking about our cocks?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“Putita”, Javi hissed through his teeth.

Steve kept thrusting in slowly, his hand holding your chin so you wouldn’t take your eyes off him while his thick cock was spreading your folds almost painfully, his other hand on your hip as leverage.

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, just like that. That’s a good girl.”

“I’m so fuckin’ hard. Blow me again, let’s use more of your holes.”

Javi slipped his tip in your mouth and you eagerly welcomed it. You didn't recognize yourself. You felt like only your senses were directing you, as you let Javi fuck your mouth, and Steve your cunt.

“Mierda, look at that slut. Can’t believe she came back for more.”

“Yeah, well…we fucked her good. And we’re doing it again. Look at you taking these cocks, baby…” Steve groaned, bottoming out. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Javi’s cock pushed into your throat just as Steve’s member was thrust in deep inside your core. You moaned softly, as much as Javi's cock would allow you to. Then he pulled back, leaving only the tip in your mouth.

“Lick the tip, Hermosa. I want you to taste me in your mouth, before I fill up your pussy.”

You kept sucking him, his precum flowing down  your throat. “Damn, you’re a natural…one day, I’ll fill that throat too. But not today. Today we’re gonna fill your cunt and make you scream on our cocks.”

He was fucking your mouth again, slowly. You realized he was doing it at the same pace as Steve was fucking your pussy.

“Damn, I can see your dick in her throat, Javi.”

And Steve kissed your neck, there. Fuck, that was hot. They complemented it other well, like they had been fucking girls together for a long time. You wondered how many they had fucked before you. If they had fucked anyone else since that night.

“Fuck the side of her mouth Javi. Wanna see more.”

You looked up and saw Javi’s smirk as he did what Steve asked. Steve brushed his nose against your cheek, then placed his lips on it. Javi's cock created a bump that Steve was bound to feel under his lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you though and moaned. 

Steve continued to slowly thrust in your pussy. He was brushing against your g spot with every stroke and you felt your orgasm building.

Javi pulled out his cock that was glistening with your saliva and sat in the chair next to the bed. “Two cocks slut”, he mumbled, thighs spread wide, his cock hard and weeping. He was watching Steve fuck you and a smirk didn't leave his face. He took his balls in his hand and squeezed them. 

“She’s taking it good, damn,” Steve said. 

“Yeah,” you whimpered.  

“Oh…I ain’t talking about you, baby…I’m talking about her”, he replied, pulling away from you to point his chin at your pussy.

You cheeks started burning when you heard him.

“You’re gonna take our cum, Hermosa? You’re gonna let us fill you up?”

“Yeah, I want it.”

Steve turned your face towards him after gently grasping your chin between his fingers.

“You’re gonna look at me, baby, when you’re coming on my cock. Want to see your eyes roll back. Ok?"

You nodded. Your moans filled the room, barely drowned out by the sound of the bodies slapping against each other and your wetness around his cock.

“Fuck, I feel her pussy squeezing me…she’s gonna come. Come on, beautiful, yeah, just like that.”

Javi stood up and moved closer to the bed. “Can’t wait to stuff you too.”

Their words made you explode on Steve’s cock who grunted louder “oh fuck, fuck! She’s choking me so hard, man…I can’t…fuck” as he came deep inside your pussy, his eyes staring into yours.

You were feeling Steve’s cum fill you to the brim and spill out of your hole. You looked deep into his eyes and then glanced down at his mouth. In a second he kissed you, slowly and gently, his cock still twitching inside your overflowing pussy and you made out until you heard Javi’s velvety voice,

“My turn, lovebirds.”

Steve’s lips left yours and he gave you a warm smile before pulling out and getting off you. He sat in the chair and took the cigarette that Javi had left still burning in the ashtray. 

Javi soon took his place between your thighs which made you feel like a fuck doll again. Not that you minded, you had come to be used by them and that’s what they were doing. 

So you welcomed Javi’s stiff cock as soon as it nudged your stretched hole and almost pierced yourself on it. Javi moaned when his length slid inside your sloppy core easily, like a hot knife through butter. 

“Damn, Steve, she’s full of you. So wet and warm.”

As soon as he made one thrust, you heard your pussy squelch with all the cum inside and you averted your eyes from Javi to Steve. 

“Oh, are you embarrassed, nuestra putita? (Our little slut). No shame in being a cum dumpster for a good man. Or two good men,” he chuckled and Steve laughed. 

Your cheeks were burning but his words made you clench hard on his cock which didn’t go unnoticed by Javi and he continued, “So you’re gonna take it-”, he thrust in hard and slowly retraced his cock,”-like a good girl,” he groaned with another rough stroke to your pussy. 

Then with one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your hip he started pounding into you. His piercing eyes on you, he watched your face twist with pleasure. 

“You’re gonna come again, hermosa,” he said without a shade of question in his tone. 

He got up on his knees, not pulling out, and continued fucking you. 

You glanced at Steve who was still smoking in the chair, his big cock in his veiny hand. 

Javi’s tip hit your cervix and you whimpered. 

“You know, baby,” Steve said after taking another drag, “fucking you is the best, but watching you getting railed is a very close second.”

Then he put out the cigarette and walked up to the bed. He smiled at you and then his gaze slid down your sweaty, heated body to the spot where Javi’s cock was plunging in and out of your crying pussy. 

“Look at your creamy soaked cock, Javi,” Steve murmured and gave himself a few strokes. He was already hard again.

Javi just growled in response, probably concentrated on not blowing his load just yet. 

Your gaze was darting between Javi’s pleasured face and Steve’s big hand wrapped around his member and you licked your lips when a drop of precum beaded on the tip. 

“Already thirsty, beautiful?” Steve murmured, coming up to your head. “Lucky for you, I’m hard again.”

He put one knee on the bed bringing his cock closer to your face and you lifted yourself on your elbows to reach it with your mouth. You didn’t understand why you were so hungry for them both but the desire was leading you relentlessly. You wanted your every hole to be plugged by them, ruined by them and were ready to give them all of you. 

So you took Steve in your mouth and looking up into his blue eyes let him fuck your throat. He was careful, more gentle than Javi and you reveled in ecstasy watching his stomach heave, eyes get darker because of you. 

Soon Javi’s cock made your pussy contract around him and you started coming. Steve, almost sent over the edge by your whimpers, pulled you off and moved lower on the bed pointing his cock at your lower belly. 

“Aahh,” he moaned and his cock began spurting his pearly cum over your body. The load landed on your belly, mound and puffy folds and Steve stroked his cock till the last drop was on you.  

You brought your fingers there and they danced over his warm seed, spreading it over your skin, gently caressing your clit using it as lube. 

The sight of you playing with Steve’s cum made Javi groan and he started erupting inside you adding his cum to Steve’s. 

Steve plopped on the bed next to you looking satiated while Javi’s cock was still pulsating in your pussy. 

“Our good girl,” Steve whispered in your ear and tilted your head to kiss you. You were still making out when Javi pulled out his cock. 

“Clean me up, Hermosa.”

You nodded and he walked on his knees up the bed, until your head was between his thighs. You lifted up your torso and licked all the salty cum off his softening cock. 

“Balls too, sweetheart,” Steve whispered and you followed the command, feeling your pussy tingle again. 

When Javi’s cock and sack were clean you slumped down on the bed and Javi joined you two with a cigarette between his lips. 

“Thank you, beautiful,” Steve said before kissing you. 

“Eres inceíble,”(you’re amazing) Javi praised you before taking a drag. You smiled at him, spent and satisfied, and then turned to Steve. 

“C’mere, baby,” he told you and pulled you into his big arms. You two soon fell asleep, your head on his shoulder, and when Javi finished his cigarette he cuddled up to you from behind. That was the first night you slept with them until the morning. 

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sunbathing by the black lake | j. potter

summary: your childhood best friend james is being a little shit but in an endearing sort of way while showing his little acts of love

pairing: james potter x childhood bsf!reader

a/n: my first time writing on this blog!! i have a childhood friends to lovers playlist on spotify if anyone wants to listen to it bc i have a feeling it’s all i’ll write abt lol would really appreciate some feedback! enjoy x

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There's no way to explain how the energy shifts when James is around. It simply does. Just like how you can feel the sun beating down on you right now. Hence, you can sense his approach without as much as a glance at him, your gaze continuing to drift across the notes Remus left for you in the margins of your essay.

James knows that, of course, as he strides across the grass towards you. You have never really talked about it, but seeing how he can also just tell when you're about to enter a room he's in, you both have made it a habit to not announce your presence. There's just no need.

So when he plops down next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder like it's his birthright, neither of you is surprised. In fact, it’s just right. Like puzzles slotting in perfectly.

For a few minutes, the world consists of birds chirping, a warm breeze, and the distant laughter of a group of Hufflepuff girls sitting a few paces away. You flip the page and let out a huff of laughter. James chuckles, his voice low and right next to your ear as he says, "Wouldn't be Moony if everything he touches didn't have a chocolate stain on it."

"It's like he's marking his territory." You try to rub it off with your sleeve, but the smudge only gets bigger. You squint and hold the paper in front of you, trying to discern if it's that noticeable (it is) but with a shrug you decide you couldn't care less. The movement makes James' glasses slide down to the tip of his nose, and he leans forward to make a dramatic face at you as if you had done him deeply wrong. With a playful eye-roll, you push them back for him and get a signature James Potter smile in return.

"Cheers, love." He beams at you and retrieves a balled-up napkin from the inside of his robe before taking it off. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white Oxford shirt to his elbows, placing the mystery napkin on your lap. You glance at it curiously. "Unwrap it," he says. "It's for you."

Doing as you're told, you perk up with excitement when the content reveals itself. "Effie sent them?" You hold up the mangled piece of apple crumble like it's the most sacred thing you have ever gotten to hold, which it is. James nods, smiling at your happy dance. "I love her apple crumbles. Thank you!"

"You love everything my mum bakes," he says while lying down on his side, right in front of you with his head propped up on his palm. There's a glimmer in his amber eyes.

You give him a pointed look.

"Because everything that lovely woman bakes is the most scrumptious and amazing thing to exist." You take a big bite from the apple crumble to prove your point and your eyes flutter close as you hum. "This is why we're friends, Potter," you say with a mouthful. "No other reason. This is it."

"Oh yeah?" You hear the amusement in the drawl of his voice. Then he cups the side of your face and you look down at him as he distractedly brushes off some crumbs from the corner of your mouth. He looks up at the sky. "That's a shame because this is the last time you will get anything my mum has baked."

James' gaze is still turned upward, giving the sky his utmost interest as if to check if it's still blue. You stare at him in bewilderment. "Are you insane? Why would you deprive me of Effie's food?"

"I wonder how the weather will be tomorrow," he responds flippantly, and you swear your eye twitches.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say, narrowing your eyes at him. "I forgot you were satan's spawn."

James does not react. You don’t think he will even reply with the way how he’s squinting and examining the very much non-existent clouds in the clear sky. But then he looks at you like you had asked him to solemnly share his meteorology findings with you, and with undeserved earnestness he tells you, "I think tomorrow will be just as sunny as today."

You blink at him. Then give a long-suffering sigh. "I thought you cared about me."

"I do," James says, rolling over to lay on his back with his eyes closed. "Which is why I can't have you lose your mind over some flour and sugar. I'm doing us a favour. Preserving our friendship." He cracks an eye open to look at you. "We've been friends since diapers, not because of my mum’s food, but because I'm brilliant and extremely lovable. Get your facts straight, woman."

You toss the napkin at his face.

He laughs.

Glancing at the last piece of the apple crumble in your hand, you ask, "Do you want it?"

James shakes his head, looking fond. "You assault me and then offer me the last bite?"

"Force of habit," you say flatly. "I can take it back."

He chuckles and takes off his glasses, resting his arm over his eyes. "You can have it, love. Cheers."

You don't have to be told twice and pop it happily in your mouth. With his other arm, he sweeps the scattered pages aside and pats the spot next to him. "Sleep with me?"

You quirk a brow. "Trying to get into my knickers, Potter?"

A breathy laughter escapes his lips. "Are you offering?"

"You wish."

"Merlin, yes." He sighs dramatically as if all James Potter has known in this lifetime was the pain of longing. He grabs blindly for you and pulls lightly at the hem of your skirt. "A man can dream. But for now just nap with me, yea?"

You bat at his wrist but let him pull you towards him nonetheless. There was never any other option, really.

In the blink of a moment, you're nestled into James’ side. His arm is cushioning your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair as he tells you his thoughts on a book he recently read because he knew you liked it. You listen intensely, enjoying the easy conversation and the sunlight warming your skin. The world feels peaceful, and it doesn't take long before sleep pulls you both into a cosy slumber.

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[theblue6ook]

A Mundane Day

Summary: Is it ever really mundane office life as Bruce Wayne’s assistant? Bruce saves Y/N’s brothers from suspension.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: Hello, hello. I hope everyone enjoys this fic. If I forgot to add you to the tag list please let me know! Enjoy :) [B (23) Y/N (22)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce] [Y/N/N is your nickname]

It was 3 pm. Bruce stretched, rising from his desk chair, with a groan. If he was lucky, he could take a nap before his night shift. Glancing at his desk, he sighed at the files there. A mix of his cases with Bane and Wayne Enterprise documents. He felt like groaning as he sorted them out and threw his case files into his briefcase. Pulling the Wayne Enterprise documents into a stack, he slipped a paperclip at the top to secure it.

It had been a relatively boring day. There weren't many meetings or executives to debate with, just lots of paperwork. Everyone was getting ready for the next quarter, and the files were coming in hot. Not to mention, he and Y/N hadn’t been the most comfortable around each other. After her broken engagement and falling asleep in each other's arms, it was like walking on eggshells. No one knew where the other stood, and Y/N had just become single. Bruce didn’t want to be that guy. So, they were lightly stepping around each other, waiting for the other to crack.

It sounds so immature or superficial to think about with everything else going on in his life. Paperwork, cases, and patrol, and here he is worrying about how to interact with a girl. How old is he, fifteen? But still, he couldn't help himself but think back to her body. How it molded against his, pressed chest to chest, with knees knocking. The sweats she wore still smell like her. It made him want to dunk himself in cold water. Tell himself to forget it. After what happened to Rachel, he knew he shouldn't. She barely made it away from him with her life, and she was lucky all she got was feargassed. Y/N deserved better than that.

Stepping out of his office and into Y/N's. She sat quietly at her desk with her blue light glasses tucked into her hair, knawing on a red pen. She was in intense focus. He silently handed her his stack of files, and she quietly mumbled a thank you, still focused on the work in front of her. Bruce moved to the coat rack to slip on his jacket with mild difficulty. Last night, he tried following one of Bane's freighter trucks. It had not gone well for him.

Finally, he shrugged the coat on in one motion, trying to minimize the pain as much as he could, while hoping to appear as normal as possible. Y/N glanced up at him as he prepared to leave, but once he shrugged his coat on, his button-down shirt slipped forward, and a bruise appeared bright and uncovered. 

The bruise was a bright, ugly purple that took up a large chunk of his collarbone and peck. Her eyes widened, "Oh my god, Bruce."

Bruce smiled lightly, playfully rolling his eyes. She used his first name. It never happened much unless she was either outstandingly pleased or uncomfortably serious. Bruce loved it and would take it either way, especially since it broke the silence. 

Y/N rounded the desk in a flash and took him by the collar. She pulled his face down to her level, trying to get a good view of the bruise. Bruce again rolled his eyes, trying to act like it was no big deal. Slowly, he worked to pull away, but she manhandled him, pulling him back down harder, popping the top button on his shirt. He tried to act oblivious, "Y/N, what are you doing? You know, if anyone else did this, it would be harassment." 

Y/N watched the bruise silently, with her brows furrowed. She looked over the top of his shoulder down to his peck. Without thinking ahead, she stuck out her hand and placed her cold palm on his warm chest. He tensed. At the temperature or her touch, she wasn't sure, but she smoothed her hand over the bruise. It was like ink had stained his skin. She looked up at him, frowning. He was closer than she thought, her nose almost hitting his chin. "What is this?"

“A bruise,” he stated plainly. Her eyebrow rose, and Bruce sighed, “I’ve been spelunking.”

“Spelunking?” she said quickly, “What is spelunking?”

“A rich man's sport.”

“Mr.Wayne-”

“It’s cave exploration,” he admitted, smirking down at her. 

“If people belonged in caves, they would be there,” she was interrupted by a harsh ring. Pausing, she looked up at him once more, “This conversation is not over. You stay there.”

He thought about making his exit, but she would no doubt follow him whether she was on the phone, or not.

She cleared her throat, “Bruce Wayne’s office this is Y/N… Yes, this is she… What? You’re kidding… Yes, yes I understand. I’ll be there as soon as I can… Okay, thank you.”

Covering her face with her hands, she groaned. She moved on quickly, though, shoving files in her bag. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.” Bruce raised his eyebrow at her, and she looked over her shoulder at him, “My brothers are in the principal's office. I have to go pick them up and talk to the office about it. If I leave now, I can catch the bus-”

"I can drive you-"

"That's really not necessary-"

"Y/N, don't be ridiculous. Come on." He walked out of their office with a swagger, as if she didn't just catch the bruise on his collarbone and she really had no choice but to follow him. 

"Didn't Alfred drop you off?" she called after him, "I don't want to bother him."

"No," he laughed, "I can drive myself, you know."

They took the elevator down to the garage, and in his own personal spot was a four-seat, scissor-door Gordan Murray. Y/N had only heard about this car. It was over two million dollars, in a sparkling black that reflected blue in the sun. Oh, she wanted to drive that car.

He looked behind him and flipped her door open, "You getting in?"

She didn't know what to do but laugh. Come on he mumbled grabbing her bag and slipping it in the back before she got in the car. He closed it behind her like a gentleman. The interior was a mix of black and white leather. The seats were peak comfort and she wondered if this was what heaven was like.

The car rode like a beauty and they sat in blissful silence for some time. She saw Bruce glancing at her every now and then, curiously. She finally said, “What’s up?”

Truth be told, he was observing her. He needed to see if he had crossed a line when he pulled her into his arms. All he wanted to do was blurt out did I make you uncomfortable? Would you do it again? But everything in his head told him it would only lead to disaster, so he opted to ask a different question. “Two brothers then?”

“Two brothers in trouble,” she replied. 

“Parents couldn’t help out?”

Y/N laughed dryly, “I’m their guardian and emergency contact when it comes to school. We keep Frank out of it.”

“Frank?”

She sighed and spoke cooly, “My dad.”

Her cool tone seemed annoyed by the topic, but Bruce could tell her body language was anxious. Nodding silently, he decided not to pry. Bruce wasn’t even sure where he stood with Y/N, he’d rather not test his luck asking questions about her family, so they rode once again in blissful silence.

Pulling into the school parking lot, Bruce pulled Y/N’s hand away from the door handle and moved out of the car to open the door for her. He had another pleasant memory of his mother, be a gentleman, Brucie, pop into his head. It had become second nature to him now. As Y/N stepped out of the car, she noticed Bruce stepped with her toward the school. Turning to him, she said, “You don’t have to come with me.”

“I drove you here,” he said. She narrowed her eyes at him and he shrugged. “Honestly, I’m kind of in it now.” 

Y/N huffed, turning to reluctantly walk inside, and Bruce followed after her. Y/N knew if she really pushed, he would have stayed by the car, but she didn’t even feel like arguing. She had enough on her mind. Fighting, she thought, I’m gonna kill them. Buzzing into the office, she turned quickly to him, pointing at one of the chairs sat in the office lobby, “You can sit there.” 

“Whatever you want. I’m here for moral support,” Bruce replied as he plopped into one of the plastic, cushioned seats.

Liar, Y/N thought as she approached the receptionist's desk. The receptionist, an older woman with a shorter, choppy haircut, had given Y/N the basic rundown of what happened, but it felt like a few details were missing. Some boys were arguing over an article with Carl, and it caused a little tiff between them when Lucas got involved, and that’s when the… physical violence started, she had relayed to Y/N. What article? Why did Lucas get involved? Who was Carl fighting with? It wasn’t making sense. 

“You can follow me,” she said. She moved behind the desk to lead her over to the principal's office, but not before glancing over at Bruce Wayne and looking back towards Y/N with a curious look. Y/N mumbled, confused, “After you.”

Bruce had sat nice and close to the entrance of the principal's office. He wanted to be in range if Y/N needed anything. Not that she would, but just in case. God, what is wrong with him?

“Why would you fight him?” she scolded, sharply.

He could hear her brother try to defend himself, “He needed help!”

So, that must be Lucas.

“He needs mental help,” she teased back. “Seriously, you’re already on your third strike. What’s going on?”

“They were talking shit about you,” Bruce could hear who he could only assume was Carl mumble. That’s my cue.

It seemed as if Bruce had manifested in the doorway, “What’d they said about your sister?”

“What are you doing in here?!” she bellowed at him. Bruce took in the situation. Y/N was squatted in front of her brothers, who sat in similarly uncomfortable cheap chairs as they had in the lobby. She had her hands placed on their forearms, in a comforting manner. The oldest one, Lucas, looked like he was maturing well. He could see similarities between him and Y/N, but for the most part, he had his own individual look. His eyes were bordering on sunken in, and his cheek sported black and blue from his fight earlier. The second boy Y/N was with had to be Carl. He looked younger and impressionable. He clung to Y/N’s arm as if she hung the moon and sported a black eye and busted lip. Not only that, he was the spitting image of Y/N, but that wasn’t even the most shocking part. There at the desk was no one. No principal. Not a single person. 

“Where is your principal?” he responded, unbothered.

Carl stared up at Bruce Wayne flabbergasted, “Holy shit.”

“Don’t swear,” Y/N said with clenched teeth. “You need to go sit in the lobby-”

“Sorry, I’m late, Ms.Y/L/N,” the principal stepped in. “I had to settle a matter with the other student.” Their principal, a stout man with a slick combover, looked over at Bruce Wayne with what seemed to be slight shock and then a knowing look. He cleared his throat and gestured to the two empty chairs. “Please sit down. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Wayne.”

“I’m sorry he really doesn’t need to be here-”

“No, it’s fine,” he said, interrupting her. Bruce looked over at Y/N and gestured his hand for her to sit first. She was embarrassed enough as it was, she really didn’t want him to hear about her dysfunctional family here, at her brothers' school, of all places. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N broke the silence, “Where are the other student's parents? I’d like to speak to them about this whole situation.”

“Well, that would be me, Ms.Y/L/N.” You have got to be fucking kidding me. Y/N looked over at Bruce in disbelief. Should the principal be handling situations his own son is involved in? She certainly didn’t think so. 

“Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate,” Bruce started, “to be handling your own child’s punishment? Regarding the situation, I mean.” Y/N gave him a sideways glance telling him it wasn’t his place to butt in, but he seemed to ignore it.

“Mr.Wayne,” the principal seemed to become defensive quickly, “I don’t suggest you put your nose into other people's business. These aren’t your kids.” Wasn’t he the one to tell Bruce to sit in? Y/N became visibly annoyed.

“As a donator,” Bruce smirked, and Y/N felt her ears perk up, “I just can’t support a school that handles issues in such a way. You understand?”

The principal’s face turned white, and every negative feeling Y/N had about Bruce Wayne, had dissipated. She could kiss him on the mouth.

Oh, he was good. He was so good at getting around people, getting exactly what he wanted to be. She felt a sigh of relief leave her chest, and Bruce placed a knowing hand on her knee. He was letting her know, I’ve got you. 

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After the sour meeting with Carl and Lucas's principal, Y/N had suggested she and the boys take the bus home, despite her brother's protests. Bruce simply wouldn't allow it; he had other plans for the four of them. So here they all sat at Lucy’s Pancakes, a breakfast diner near the office. Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to be annoyed with the change in plans after Bruce’s stunt earlier. Her brothers might have been suspended if he hadn’t stepped in.

So she pleasantly ate her Choc-O-Chunk pancakes sitting across from Bruce Wayne, who looked like peak domesticity. He gave his full attention to her brothers, answering their every question and whim. With his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, she couldn't help but grin. It was all too sweet.

Her brothers threw all kinds of questions at him. 

How much was your car?

What do you even do?

How did you meet our sister?

How much money do you have?

How many girls have you dated?

“So you broke up Y/N and Russ huh? I’d call it an upgrade.”

Y/N swore her head had completely swiveled when Carl asked that question. Bruce looked up at her, unsure how he should respond. He had to remind himself it wasn't his place, but he found himself shaking his head anyway. Y/N raised her eyebrows, "Carl, what?! No-"

Bruce cleared his throat and slipped out of the booth, "I think I should go pay the check."

Y/N couldn't help but feel so embarrassed, watching Bruce head toward the cashier. "Okay, not funny, Carl. What are you talking about?"

“You didn’t see the article?” he asked.

"That asshole kid was saying you were Bruce Wayne's bitch," Lucas said angrily, "Carl headbutted him."

"The article in the Daily Planet,” Carl handed her his cracked iPhone. There on the screen was her and Bruce at her birthday dinner. Y/N was photographed with Bruce’s arm on her bare waist, fingertips dipping into her dress. He was whispering in her ear in the picture, and she blushed about as red as her dress, but other than that, she looked good. It was the headline that shocked her. Bruce Wayne Breaks Up Assistant’s Engagement By Lois Lane. She snatched the phone out of her brother's hand. 

Bruce Wayne’s assistant, Y/F/N Y/L/N, was seen at The Ocelot wearing her engagement ring, but where was it the next day? Bruce Wayne might be the answer. 

Sources say the bachelor's assistant was involved in a four-year engagement with her high school sweetheart, Danny Russell. After witnesses saw Wayne mingling with Y/L/N in the Ocelot, the assistant appeared ringless as she walked into Wayne Enterprises the next day. Sounds like a classic romance trope to me-

“This is bullshit,” Y/N read.

“I dunno,” Lucas spoke pointing to the picture. “You look pretty close there.”

She slapped his hand out of the way, “Bruce is not the reason I’m done with Russ-”

“Your sister was lucky to dump that cheater,” Bruce emerged again, placing a tip down on the table. 

Carl turned toward Y/N for confirmation. Once he realized it was true, his eyes turned cold, “I’ll burn his house down.”

“He couldn’t afford a house and even if he could it’s none of your business,” she spoke pushing Carl’s head down, “now eat your pancakes.”

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Several Sentence Sunday!!

Bringing you sentences from two wips today because I am Indecisive™️ and am enjoying these both. Tagged by @theotherbuckley

First snippet is from my beloved Frostpunk AU. Eddie is purely vibing here.

Sometimes it feels like Eddie’s being moved, his body shifting from one side to another without him moving a muscle. It hurts when this happens, a sharp pain driving into his side as though a knife has been plunged through his ribs. He tries to take in a sharp breath but there’s something blocking his throat. He tries to lift a hand to claw at his mouth, to remove the obstruction, but his arms are leaden and won’t move. He whines, as much as he can with something down his throat, and he can feel his heartrate picking up. Suddenly, a heavy warmth envelops his hand, and gentle, low words penetrate through the haze, swimming through his brain until that’s all he focuses on. “It’s okay, Edmundo, you’re safe. Christopher is safe. I’m – I mean – we’re here.” It’s Eddie, not Edmundo, he wants to say. He wants nothing more than to hear this nice, calming Voice speak his name properly. He wants to hold onto the warmth in his hand so it never leaves, but it always does. Sometimes he thinks he hears his son’s voice. Not words, but small sounds that get picked up and wafted towards him. It’s usually when that Voice is nearby, mumbling soft words that tell stories of princesses and pirates and swordfights and giants, and he hears a small hum or sigh that he just knows is Christopher. He’d be able to pick out his son’s voice from a mile away. It gives him strength, knowing Christopher is close and being cared for. Sometimes he dimly wonders if the Voice and the Angel are the same, a guardian staying around and caring for him and his son as if that’s what it was put on this earth to do. Maybe he can get better, if only to see his son again and to hear the Voice and see the face it belongs to. So, Eddie drifts as his body heals, cuts knitting back together, his lungs slowly gaining strength until he feels he could take a breath without feels as though they could collapse. His heart beats steadier and with less pain. He doesn’t feel cold anymore, especially not when that heavy warmth settles on his forehead, his cheek, or around his fingers. Maybe, just maybe everything will be okay. Maybe he succeeded. Maybe he got himself and his son to safety. And if that’s true, he just hopes Shannon can forgive him.

The other snippet is from this fic that I'm co-writing with @theotherbuckley. Please enjoy some spice.

“How do you want to do this?” Eddie asks as he mouths at the length of Buck’s neck. “Think you can take me?” He says it like a challenge, one Buck seems more than happy to rise to. He draws himself to his full height — fuck, Eddie had forgotten that Buck’s got a couple of inches on him — and looks Eddie dead in the eyes. The blue of his irises are barely visible as his pupils blow, hunger burning deep as he surveys Eddie’s face as if taking inventory of his features. Buck leans forwards, his whole persona exuding cocky confidence, and he brushes his lips tantalisingly against Eddie’s, smirking as Eddie lets out a shaky breath. “Every last inch.” The last of Eddie’s resolve crumbles, and he surges forward, kissing Buck hard and dirty as he pulls him away from the door. They stumble across the room, tripping over loose items of clothing that are strewn across the floor - Buck 1.0 clearly isn’t the best housekeeper. The minute the backs of Buck’s legs hit the bed he falls backwards, dragging Eddie down with him. Eddie braces himself with an arm to the side of Buck’s head, his other hand cupping Buck’s jaw as he slowly, meticulously takes him apart with his lips. Buck groans into Eddie’s mouth and grabs a fistfull of his ass, pulling Eddie on top of him a little more so that Eddie’s whole body blankets his. Eddie slots a leg between Buck’s and smirks into the kiss as Buck grinds needily against his thigh, letting out high-pitched whines with each small thrust. “You need it badly, hmm?” Eddie hums as he breaks the kiss and begins to mouth along Buck’s jaw, down his neck, until he latches onto his collarbone. Buck nods vigorously and whines again as Eddie bites a mark into the tender skin. 

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[rougecreator1]

will you write Regina has anxiety

And shifty family as a bonus

Shattered Glass ||

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings: anxiety about weight and appearance, swearing, Ms. George being slightly pushy, mentions of toxic!Cady

|| Summary: Reader watched Regina get ready for school, comforting her when she had to end up wearing jogging pants because nothing else fit.

Requests open!

Started: April 21st

Finished: April 21st

I wrote this in one go 💪

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Everything about her looks had to be perfect. Regina George was supposed to be the embodiment of an angelic figure who walked the Earth. Living amongst mortals. Perfect...

In her eyes, she was glass. Appears solid on the outside, beautiful, perfection. Inside? She was fragile. Like she could shatter at any minute. But she never let any of that show.

Today was no exception.

You were in her room, watching Regina get ready for school as you had stayed the night. You watched with a raised eyebrow as your girlfriend kept throwing clothes out of her closet every so often.

Regina screamed in frustration.

"Why does nothing fit?!" She yelled, your face shifted to concern as you got off the bed and joined her in the closet. Your gaze meeting hers.

You could tell she was panicking, there was a small difference in her eyes that gave it away.

"Baby..." You whispered, taking a step forward and cupping her cheeks with your hands. She leaned into your touch and sighed deeply. Hands resting on your wrists.

"Nothing fits." She whispered, looking into your eyes as one of your hands went down to her waist. Brushing your thumb against it gently as she continued," None of my clothes fit. What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

Her breathing felt quicker than normal. Your eyes widened just slightly when you noticed this. You knew you had to get her to relax first, the clothes could be a later issue.

"Deep breath, focus on me." You whisper back, keeping your voice soft and calm as the hand that was on her waist takes her hand. Holding it close to your chest.

She watched your movement, trying to follow your command. Regina did her best to pace her breathing with yours before looking into your eyes again.

The glass wall of perfection she had worked so hard to keep up had started to shatter. Her mind raced, appearance was everything to her. To the plastics. She shot a nervous glance towards her jogging pants.

It was Thursday.

Regina couldn't wear those.

But what choice did she have?

She knew it would be the only thing that fit her.

Your eyes followed her gaze and you gave her hand a comforting squeeze," G. They're your friends, right? I'm sure they'll understand." You tell her softly. Regina looks back at you, that anxiety lingered in her eyes. Even if she wasn't outwardly showing it.

"You're right. Yeah. Those rules are stupid and made up anyway. They don't actually matter." Regina convinced herself, you nodded in agreement and gave her forehead a soft kiss.

"Want me to leave so you can change?" You asked, Regina raised an eyebrow at that.

Momentarily distracted from her anxiety.

"What?" She replied.

Now you were confused," I just thought maybe-"

"Stay put." Regina cuts you off, not letting you finish your sentence as she makes you sit down on the seat in her closet," It's not anything you haven't fucking seen before."

Okay, she had a fair point.

Your cheeks flushed at her comment as she changed into her outfit. You did as told and stayed put.

Jogging pants and the blue zip up hoodie. She stared at herself in the mirror, you stood and wrapped your arms around her from behind. Arms wrapped comfortably around her waist as you pulled her in close. Thumb gently rubbing her hip in soothing motions.

"Angelic as always, baby." You assure her, kissing her jawline. You feel her relax and that's when you get an idea.

"Can we stop by my house before we go to school?" You asked.

"Yeah, sure. Forget something?" Regina looked back at you.

"Something like that." You nodded, an idea forming in your head.

The two of you hanged out in her room for a bit longer before getting ready to go, wanting to leave earlier than usual so Regina could get to your place with enough time to also go to the school.

As you both walked downstairs, hand in hand. Ms. George walked over and stopped when she saw Regina's clothes.

"Honey, no. It's Thursday." She states with a frown, looking directly at the jogging pants.

You felt Regina tense and gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

"Get off my back, Mom." Regina muttered, walking past Ms. George.

"Regina-" Before she could say anything else, you and Regina had already left and were getting into her jeep.

The drive to your place was silent, you wanted to comfort Regina but you also didn't want to push her further. You knew she reached her limit for the day already and didn't want to make things worse for her.

When she got to yours, you quickly rushed out and to your room. Doing a quick change of clothes, matching (sort of) with Regina. You wore a pair of black joggers, a white zip up sweater and to top it all off you did your hair up for the second time that week. Breaking two of the "rules" so Regina didn't feel alone.

Once changed and ready, you quickly ran back out to Regina's jeep. She took one look at you and a smile tugged at her lips.

"That's what you wanted to do?" She looks at you, her gaze shifting to the clothes you wore before coming back to your eyes.

You nodded and smiled," They won't kick both of us out, right?"

Regina nodded and relaxed more, you got into the jeep and she gave you a deep kiss to show she was grateful for what you did.

Oh, and they did kick both of you from the table. Fucking Cady.

#x reader #fem reader #canon x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #mean girls #mean girls x reader #regina george #regina george x fem!reader

[heich0e]

"Stop doing that."

Satoru's face tilts slightly in your direction, almost like it's against his will. Like his surprise got the better of him.

"Doing what?"

He's still being petulant. Sulking, really. Throwing a tantrum like an overindulged child.

"You're polluting the air back here with your pheromones, and you have been since we left the restaurant." You lift your hand over your mouth, turning your face towards the window beside you. You press down on the button to lower the window, but it does nothing—but you've already tried it enough times, without success, that you're expecting the failure when it inevitably comes. "So either stop it, or at least tell your henchman up there to let me put my window down."

Satoru turns towards you properly now.

"You can smell it?"

Smell is the wrong word, you think. You can't detect any change in scent necessarily, but you can sense the way that the air has shifted in the confined backseat of Gojo's car. There's no escaping it, trapped behind the closed windows and the divider that seals the driver up front from you—for privacy, though you've never once felt that you had anything even remotely close to that when it came to the man sitting next to you.

You're starting to feel lightheaded.

"No, but I can feel it," you push the words out through your teeth, trying not to waste too much breath on them. Trying not to taste the way the air has soured. "Just because I'm a beta doesn't mean I'm not sensitive to being suffocated like this—it's like you sucked all of the air out of here. You're making me uncomfortable."

Satoru's eyes scan your face for a moment, bright blue and calculating, and you swallow thickly as a nauseated feeling swirls in your stomach. Then, painfully slowly, he lifts one hand from where it rests atop his lap and presses down on the window button on his side of the backseat—allowing the tinted pane of glass to lower ever so slightly.

A rush of cool, clean air slips in all the same—paltry though it may be—and you breathe it in greedily, like your head breaking the water's surface after fighting your way up from the depths.

Satoru's eyes are still on you. Watching. Waiting.

His hand twitches back towards the button at his side. Your teeth clench together tightly.

He closes the window again.

#tw omegaverse #a/b/gojo

[sunnyswide]

You haven’t seen him in ages ever since he left for the military in high school.

But nothing could have prepared you for this..

“König-” You choke on your words, he was.... massive.

Konig shifted uncomfortably, standing awkwardly at the doorway of your comparatively tiny home. His Miltary Uniform and the signature sniper mask still dawned.

“Can I come in?”

“oh! Of-course” you’re awakened from your trance, his presence looming over your meek body. you stepped aside, letting him wander around your apartment, his boots making the floors creak in agony.

“You haven’t changed much” He stared at you with those damn blue eyes, eyes you haven’t forgotten..you couldn’t.

It’s been years since those last words..

—

“Don’t wait up”

“you promise.. You’ll come back?” You squeeze his hand in yours, tears threatening to slip out the corners of your eyes.

He just stares at you.. those piercing blue eyes and nods. Only a nod. A simple gesture but that’s all you needed at that time.

—

But now? He was back after years, the only friend you kept in contact with after high school and College, the only man who made you feel safe physically but also mentally. The same König that would stutter in front of the class when giving presentations, the same König who seemed tensed in social settings but with you? He’d give you the world.

You thought the feelings faded, your heartstrings cut, but having him right in front of you… well honestly made you flustered and tense.

“You’ve changed though..uhm, König..” You look shamelessly at his body, eyes lazily wandering over his tight shirt, uncovered forearms, broad shoulders, large torso, his..

“my eyes are up here Liebling”

He straightens up, tilting his head back revealing even more of his sculpture-like body.

“I-I wasn’t looking!” you jolt, turning your head to the side.

“Anyways! Tea?”

You walk over to your kitchen counter, setting the quite adorable but inconvenient tea set to a boil. You prepare the concoction nervously, spilling a few fragments on the tray.

“Schatz” He stands up, freeing your couch from suffocation.

He walks towards you, his hand brushing over the black countertop. you back up instinctively.. still unaccustomed to his presence.

“König..”

“Kö- that’s what you used to call me. Isn’t it?” He stepped closer to you, closing the gap.

You swear you stopped breathing at this point.

His hand crept around your waist, fingers pressing against the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Ich habe dich sehr vermisst, Taube.”

“huh?!” You finally catch your breath, confused as to what spell he just conjured up.

But with no answer, he kissed you with his covered mouth, pushing rougher against you to feel your soft rosebud lips.

“mmf!” Your hands freeze, hovering on the sides of his sniper hood before gently setting them against the structure of his jawline. The kiss seemed unreal, you were ready to be awoken in bed at any time but nothing, the world kept spinning and time didn’t stop.

Breathless, you finally disconnect your hands from his face, letting the kiss escape into the past.

“I didn’t want to take off my mask..for you” he muttered, letting go of your waist.

“why?”

“Cause if you didn’t want to..I.” König began to stutter, his hands rubbing against the back of his neck. You smile, reminded of his old socially awkward self.

“dummy..” you whisper, raising your hand up to lift his mask.

“that means the first one didn’t count, we have to do it again” you coo

He looked at you dumbfounded, lips parted in slight shock. But quickly taking the initiative by hoisting you in the air. His hands on the bottom of your thighs, making your face slightly above his.

“Kö-!” You yelp, your hands safely gripping his shoulders in fear.

He tilts up, letting you lift his mask up to expose his scarred lips. Your faces are just centimeters apart. Your breath hitched, you could almost hear your own heart pounding. Worst, König also heard it. He chuckles at your innocence, amused by how such a little thing like you haven’t already had their first kiss.

“Hey..! Don’t look at me like that!” You mumble, cupping his cheek.

“Hm, liebenswert”

You close your eyes…

SCEEEEEEEEEEE!

the kettle screeches making you squeal but Konig calmy looks toward the stove to turn it off.

“So ein Baby” (such a baby <3)

“did that scare you Maus?”

Oh and the first one meant “I missed you so much dove <3”

#konig fluff #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #cod #konig x reader

[sunshinepanic]

Unexpected Part 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: You and your friends blow off some steam at the boneyard but a certain Kook seems to be all you can think about.

Chapter Warning: JJ is kind of a douche, Angst, fluff. 

Not beta read we die like men

WC: 2,018

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The first thing you noticed as you slowly reached consciousness was that someone was gently shaking you and calling your name. The second was the feeling of sand and salt air blowing directly in your face and a chill from a breeze that reminded you that you had apparently fallen asleep outside. When you groaned as you stretched, the voice that had been calling your name had you snapping your eyes open as you abruptly sat up. Rafe laughed at you, "Oh, good sleeping beauty is awake.” He slapped your leg with the back of his hand. “Let’s go. The sun is coming up. I’ll give you a ride home.” Without waiting for an answer, he started off towards where he left his truck. Last night came flooding back to you as you watched his retreating form, and you quickly scrambled up to follow him, not wanting to have to walk or skate back to your house. 

Crawling into Rafe’s truck, you are once again surrounded by his woodsy scent, and it makes you feel kind of lightheaded. You toss your board into the backseat and lean your head against the window, watching the sun rise as Rafe slowly makes his way to your house. You can’t help but notice how the rays from the morning sun reflect across his face, highlighting his sharp features. You get so lost tracing the contours of his face with your eyes that it takes you a moment to realize that he has caught you staring. Warmth quickly spreads across your face as you avert your eyes and quickly look out the window. You hear Rafe let out a quiet chuckle, and you brace yourself to be called out for staring at him like some kind of crazy person, but it never comes. When you realize he isn’t going to make fun of you or call you out, you feel yourself start to relax. As Rafe pulls up to your house, you break the comfortable silence. “Thanks for distracting me last night. I know you weren’t planning on dealing with my pathetic problems or sleeping on the beach.” Rafe glanced at you as he slowed the truck to a stop. “To be fair, I tried to wake you up, but you weren’t budging. What was I supposed to do? Leave you alone on the beach.” You laughed as you exited the truck and made your way to the front door of your empty house. Rafe rolled his window down and yelled out to you as he started driving away. “I’ll see you around, Sunshine!” A smile found its way onto your face as you made your way inside and slipped into the shower.

The next few days were crazy with work. Thank God you lived three blocks from the shop. You loved your job, especially getting to teach little kids how to surf, but having to deal with annoying tourons trying to hit on you while you were just trying to do your job was getting on your last nerve. You stumbled into your house after finishing your shift and made your way to the shower. After washing your hair and the sand from your body, you pulled Rafe’s hoodie on with a pair of shorts and crawled into bed. It still smelled like him, and if anyone asked, you would absolutely deny it, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You wanted to find a way to thank Rafe for listening to you whine about your problems and giving you a distraction the other day, so you decided to make him a bracelet. 

You had made bracelets for all of your friends over the years, and you made the majority of the bracelets that you wore every day. You figured he would probably laugh and throw it away, but it would make you feel better knowing you gave him something, and money was tight, so you pulled out some blue string and started forming a bracelet. You attached a sunshine charm to it just to make a jab at the nickname he had for you, and once it was finished, you attached it to your other bracelets so you wouldn’t lose it and you would be sure to have it on you the next time you ran into him.

You must have dosed off because you woke up to your phone ringing. Blindly, you reached for your phone and answered it, hearing John B on the other end of the line. “Y/N/N! We’ve been trying to get ahold of you all day. Are you still coming over to pregame the bonfire?” You quickly scrambled off your bed. “Shit! I’m on my way.” John B chuckled at you as he hung up. You quickly ran a brush through your hair and applied minimal makeup. You went back into your room to grab your skateboard, but quickly realized it wasn’t in its usual spot. You made your way downstairs to the living room to see if you left it by the front door, but quickly realized that you must have left it in Rafe’s backseat. You smacked a hand to your forehead, knowing you didn’t have a way to contact him. Cursing to yourself, you slipped your phone into your pocket as you made your way out the door to walk to the chateau. 

As you were making the walk to John B’s house, your phone vibrated in your pocket. Seeing a text from an unknown number, you furrow your brows as you open it, immediately laughing as you see a short video of Rafe falling off your skateboard when he tries to stand on it. Accompanying the video is a short text. “How in the hell do you ride this thing everywhere?” You quickly text him back. “How did you get my number? I’ve been looking everywhere for that! I figured I must have left it in your truck the other day. Please don’t hurt yourself lol” As you see the chateau come into view, your phone pings with another incoming text from Rafe. "Aw, do you care if I get hurt? That’s adorable. I may or may not have stolen your number out of Sarah’s phone while she was in the shower. I figured you would like to know that I still have your board. I guess I’ll just have to see you again so I can give it back to you.” You smiled as you snapped a quick picture of yourself and sent it to him. “I would hate for you to break that pretty face on the pavement because you can't balance on a piece of wood. It’s fine, though, because I forgot to give you your sweatshirt back, so we will call it even.” You quickly receive a reply. “So what I'm hearing is that you do think I'm pretty. You can keep the sweatshirt. It looks better on you anyway.” You smile down at your phone as you feel your face get hot. You shake yourself out of it. There is no way he is actually in to you. This is probably just because he is feeling bored, and messing with you is entertaining for the moment. But part of you can’t shake the idea that maybe there is something there. You quickly tuck your phone back into your pocket as you make your way around the back of the chateau and towards the voices of your friends. 

Your friends were already well on their way to tipsy as you made your way over and plopped down on Cleo’s lap, laying your legs across Pope. Cleo wrapped her arms around your waist as Sarah handed you a mixed drink, knowing you couldn’t stand the taste of beer. You fell into an easy conversation with Pope about how things at the house were going. Then Kie piped up from where she was sitting cuddled up next to JJ. “We were wondering where you’ve been. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’ve been around. I've been busy with work, and I’ve just had a lot on my mind; I needed to spend some time by myself.” John B notices you becoming uncomfortable and quickly changes the subject. As you sit and laugh with your friends, you find that you don’t have any hard feelings towards Kie like you thought you would. After all, it’s not her fault that JJ obviously didn’t want you back. It was just going to take some time to get over the hurt you felt. Then, JJ’s eyes caught on the hoodie you were wearing. “Nice hoodie. Is it new?” You pulled the sleeves down over your hands as you looked to the side of JJ’s face, giving the semblance of making eye contact without actually having to. "Yeah, something like that.” JJ’s eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to ask what that meant when John B decided to cut in, announcing that it was time to head to the boneyard.

The boneyard was packed as usual. You spent some time dancing with John B and Sarah while JJ and Kie were wrapped up in each other, and Pope was talking Cleo's ear off about god knows what. After the current song ended, you made your way over near JJ and Kie and sat down in the sand. You looked around at everyone having a great time, and you couldn’t help but wonder what Rafe was doing right now. He was probably on a date or partying with Topper and Kelce. Against your better judgment, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and pulled up your text thread with Rafe. You snap a quick picture of the fire with everyone dancing in the background. “Have you even been surrounded by friends but somehow still feel completely alone?” You wait a few minutes for a response, but you start feeling like an idiot for sending the message. As you go to put your phone back in your pocket, it starts to ring. You hesitate, but swipe the screen to answer it as you quickly stand and walk away from where JJ and Kie are sitting. “Hello?” You hear loud music and voices in the background. Rafe’s voice comes through the phone. “Where are you right now?” You hesitate before answering. “I’m at the boneyard with my friends.” You wandered away from the noise to try to hear Rafe better, but all you can hear through the phone is the loud noises that are surrounding Rafe. You try to ask him where he is and why he is calling you, but the line abruptly cuts off. Frowning, you look down at your phone as you start to make your way back towards the party. 

You head back to where you left your friends, but when you get there, they are nowhere to be seen. You look around, but you don’t spot any of them. Just as you decide to go find where John B parked the twinkie, you feel someone grab your hand. Startled, you whip around, swinging at whoever was grabbing you. You weren’t planning on coming face-to-face with Rafe. “God damn it, you scared the shit out of me!” Rafe dodges your swing, raising his hands in mock surrender as he chuckles at you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, Sunshine. Where are you going?” You look around to see if you can spot your friends again. “I was looking for my friends, but I don’t know where they went. I figured I would go wait by the car until they were ready to leave.” Nodding, Rafe catches your eye. “If you want, we can get out of here. I could give you a ride home, or we could go grab some food. I distinctly remember saying something about needing to return your death trap of a skateboard next time I saw you.” Smiling, you agree. You resolutely try to ignore the butterflies that form in your stomach when Rafe grabs your hand and leads you away from the party and towards his truck.

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[alexbrainrot]

alex yearns for a family with you / smut

pairing: husband!alex x afab!farmer a/n: this was in my drafts i just tweaked it a little..

alex was helping you install some new sprinklers and looked over your land as he did so. it was beautiful, you worked so hard to get it this way. it was well kept and spacious. perfect enough for a family.

he didn't want to pressure you into having kids, he never really asked you about how you felt towards having any. he wanted to wait until you brought it up, but still, he couldn't help but dream of becoming a father. the father of your kids specifically.

ever since you two got married, he's been a happier man. he matured a lot, or at least that's what you told him and he trusted your word for it. he felt it in a way too, his priorities began to shift and he no longer focused on irrelevant matters. he was learning so many things as your husband and day by day, his desire to raise kids with you grew stronger.

"this is a great place to raise children. i would've loved growing up in a place like this. so much room to run around.." he says bashfully, brushing off the dirt on his boots.

you were too busy using your scythe to even process what he said for a moment. then, you finally looked at him, shielding your eyes from the sunlight. "you think so..?"

"yeah." he responds in a quiet voice. his gaze softening. he hoped that you understood what he was really trying to say. a comfortable silence follows before he turns away and continues adjusting your sprinklers. in the back of his mind he wonders if you have the same wish he does.

alex knew child bearing was not a walk in the park. the moment he began to think about parenthood, he picked up a few books in the library in secret. it taught him a lot, and made him more sympathetic towards your decision whatever it may be.

still, it was hard to let go of the idea.

that night, when you finally got into bed after a long day of hard labor, he turned to face you.

you smile softly, a little surprised that he was still awake, usually when you got home this late he was fast asleep. the moonlight shined through your bedroom window, creating a sparkle in his green eyes. "not sleepy?"

"mm." he sighs and looks away.

"tell me."

"tell you..?"

"somethings on your mind, lex."

he scratches the back of his neck, unsure if he should even bring it up. he feels like he has no right to at all. he pauses for a long time before he builds up the courage.

"do you.. want to try for a baby?"

his words and the look on his face immediately make your cheeks flush. it suddenly made sense to you why he brought up children earlier out of the blue.

"a baby..?" you whisper back. he can't help but smile in response. he wants you to say yes so badly. his body scoots closer until you can feel his warmth and he gently wraps his strong arms around your waist. "i don't know where you stand on this.. but i really want to be the father of your children." his voice quiet, almost pleading.

your eyes search his, he looks so sincere. you didn't know he felt this way at all.

"i'll help you the whole entire way, i promise. i'll take care of the farm.. i'll-" you cut him off with a soft kiss. your hand grasps his shirt and bunches it up as you pull him even closer.

he blushes and catches his breath when you finally break the kiss. "is that a yes..?" you gently nod your head. "yes, honey.”

the joy that he feels upon hearing that is indescribable. he squeezes your waist and kisses your face all over before nuzzling into your neck causing you to giggle. his touch is soft and gentle as his hand grazes your side.

“how are you feeling tonight..?” he whispers in a low voice before planting wet kisses down your neck.

you feel your whole body heat up immediately. the sudden change in his demeanor caught you off guard. “l-lex..”

“tell me… can i fill you up tonight, baby?”

his words make you shudder. “im a little sore...” it wasn’t a lie, you had been out on your farm the entire day trying to prepare for spring.

“you don’t have to do anything…just turn around for me..” he whispers, adjusting you so that he’s hugging you from behind. your backside pressed up against him, feeling his muscles flex. he sneakily removes your pajama shorts along with your panties evoking a gasp from you. his other hand still wrapped around your waist keeping you in place.

"this okay with you?" he lips brush the back of your neck. everything he was doing was sending you into a frenzy, it was as if you were losing complete control. your body was reacting on its own.

he pinches your side when you don't directly respond to him. "tell me, dear."

"y-yes lex.. please.."

you could already feel his hardened length underneath his boxers, poking at your entrance. with a swift movement, he slides them down and you're skin to skin.

"let me make this easier, dear." he grabs one of your legs and lifts it up gently, allowing him easy access to your entrance.

slowly, he inserts himself inside of you, wanting to savor the moment. you could feel him stretching you out inch by inch. "oh.." you let out a shaky gasp and grip his forearm as he takes his time. his thick cock took a while to ease into.

he grunts when he bottoms out fully and his fingers dig into your waist. he's trying his hardest to wait for your signal to start moving, but the way your insides hug him is difficult to resist.

his breath is heavy as he begins to thrust in and out with caution. the sensation is too much for him to handle. he feels himself so pathetically close already since it was your first time having sex without protection.

"y-you're so wet, fuck." his voice is husky against your ear. you simply whimper, unable to even give him a proper response with the way his hips are snapping against your ass.

he can hear the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy every time he pistons in and out of you.

"you're gonna look so pretty with a swollen belly.." he whispers. "we'll try every day, sweetheart. i wont miss a day." grunts and moans escape his mouth as his pace quickens. his thrusts becoming sloppier as the tension in his abdomen starts to build up.

"can't wait to suck on your swollen tits, sweetie.. fuck." his grip on your waist tightens after every word he speaks, he's so close.

"g-god lex.. faster.."

all he needed were your words to encourage him, his firm grip steadies you while he pounds into your cunt relentlessly. both of your bodies are sweaty, his hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are screwed shut while he uses up all of his strength and energy to help the both of you reach your climax.

his body felt like it was on fire, chasing that pleasurable feeling.

not long after, he feels you arch your back and let out a long drawn out moan. your juices coat his cock and your flushed body heaves up and down. he follows suit and groans as his hot seed spurts inside your pussy, filling you up so well. his member thrusting until there's nothing to give anymore.

his large hand brings your leg back down and delicately caresses your thigh as you both start to come down from your high. you can feel him smiling against your skin. "i really want to be a dad." he mumbles.

you smile and bring his hand up to your lips, planting a small kiss.

"fingers crossed."

#alex sdv #alex stardew valley #sdv alex fic #sdv alex smut #fem!farmer #stardew valley alex #stardew valley smut #sdv smut #stardew fanfic #stardew x reader #sdv alex #sdv alex x afab reader

[eqnoiaa]

sunscreen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: this was lowk rusheddd dont pay any mind to the mistakes !!

warnings: slight smut?? sexual depictions, light swearing maybe

"hey jayj, can you rub some sunscreen on my back? i cant reach.." you say whine as you pick up the open sunscreen bottle on the table next to you, the dry pieces falling into the cracks of the dock and into the merky water below.

jj turns to look at you smiling, taking the sticky sunscreen bottle from you. "of course, looks like you depend on me for everything, huh?" he smirks into the end of his sentence, moving closer to you with every word.

you scoff at the cockiness hes displaying, twisting your body so he could reach your lower back where the sunscreen needed to be applied

he was loving this right now, and you could tell by the way he was beaming with glory once he realized what was happening.

you spin around and your eyes lock with his as hes about to begin the application,"jj. be serious, its just sunscreen"

he scoffs. apalled you would even think of him as unserious, i mean, when has he ever displayed immaturity?

"me? unserious? sweetheart you must be mistaken." jj shook his head as he squeezed the bottle and swiped some cream on his two fingers. you have got to admit, his hands that have been working all day, the rings that had the reflection of the sun on it, and the nickname that had fallen off the tip of his tongue were doing things to you. you werent sure if you liked it or not.

"eyes up here, pretty"

he mumbled as he begins to rub the subscreen into your back. his calloused fingers sending shivers down your spine as you held back a low groan in pleasure.

"wheres kie when you need her, am i right?" jj chuckles behind you nervously, continuing to work his magical hands into you. you just laugh in agreement, still trying to hold back sounds threatening to spill any moment

jj moves into the sides of your stomach and hit a tender spot, allowing an errupt moan to fall

"ohh shitt.."

jj smiles and flips your hair over your shoulder to the front, moving his way up your back. "might have to get you to pay me for this since 'm doing so well.." he gloats, shifting his body closer to yours

you throw your head back a little to respond to him. but it hits his shoulder. now realizing how close the two of you were, you begin to feel a redness creep upon your tan cheeks.

"do you know how you could pay me, darlin'?"

he spoke in an almost whisper, still keeping his seductice husky tone that always manages to do something to you. you dont know what to say to him right now.

your hair blows into your face, almost sticking immediately due to the humidity in the outerbanks right now. he pulls away the few strands that got caught, and pulls you closer by his chest.

you wince at the coldness of more sunscreen being rubbed into your shoulders, almost shutting your eyes completely out of pleasure.

jj makes his hands down to the front of your body, inching closer and closer to the waistline of your american apparel underwear.

" 'this okay?" he mumbles against your neck, planting wet messy love bites all over it. marking what was his.

you almost forget how to speak, realizing what was happening. you wanted to push him away because you knew it was wrong, but your body needed him.

so bad.

"yes."

with your permission he dips his hand fully into your navy blue panties, his thumb brushing across your sensitive clit, making you whimper

all of this, so unexpected, the idea of someone catching you guys on the dock of your bestfriends house made this all so much better, the riskiness of it all turned you on. it turned both of you on.

"what do you want me to do you to, darlin?" jj whispers under his breath, teasing your entrance, waiting for a response. when he doesnt get one, he dips his finger almost in your now soaking pussy.

"huh?"

"everything, anythin' jj, just please do something."

the freudian slip gave him the reassurance he was waiting for, he wasted no time in allowing your walls to surround his fingers. his cold rings inside of you.

a/n: part twooo.??? lmk !!

jj maybank, your bestfriend, has 2 fingers inside of you right now, and youre loving it.

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#jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj obx #jj outer banks #jj x reader #obx #obx fic #jj obx fic #smut #jj smut #sunscreen #blurb #jj maybank blurb #fic prompt #cute

[sig1ls]

ENLIGHT ME, MY DEAR.

warnings : angst , arguing , hurt slight comfort , angst with happy ending , threats , small RE revelations 2 refrences , Leon really just needs a hug , Leon has commitment issues , Leon doesn’t know how to ground himself, set after raccoon city, Leon likes the readers tits, a little spicy.

summary : y/n was very much aware of what they were getting themself into when they started to date Leon, they knew he was cold, they knew what his job had done to him, so why were they so upset?

relationship : Leon Kennedy x G!N Reader w/ female anatomy.

notes : based on romantic homicide by d4vd , i reccomend listening to it while reading. divider from cafekitsune.

“I’m scared,” y/n started their sentence. A confused looking Leon stood before them, looking down to meet their eyes; “It feels like you don’t care.” they finished, causing the taller blonde’s eyes to widen in shock.

“Angel- what do you mean? I do care,” Leon muttered, his eyebrows knitting together, so many thoughts ran through his mind, was his angel leaving? was he not good enough? was his trauma too much for them?

“This is the 10th time you’ve failed to show up for our dates, Leon.” y/n almost shouts, their voice raising more than leon had ever heard, causing him to almost stumble back.

“What-? Angel, i haven’t ever done tha-” Leon starts, pondering if what just came from his mouth really was true, and he realises it was not; “shit..” he mutters again.

“You can’t ‘Angel’ your way out of this one.” y/n stated, their stare cold as it felt like it almost froze leon like an ice bottle.

Leon tries to lean down to kiss y/n’s forehead but they push him back, and in that moment he broke down. He sank to the floor, his eyes turning glossy as he looks up at the reader through the blurred blobs that coated his precious blue eyes.

y/n looks concerned as they sink to their knees in front of Leon, their hand slowly creeping to his cheek, he jumps at first before slowly embracing their touch.

“I’m- i’m sso damn sorry aangel- I didn’t rrealise- hhow much i hur-” he’s cut off again, by a kiss. y/n’s soft lips coliding with his rough scarred ones.

y/n pulls back from the kiss, looking at their fiánce, they frown as they shift themself into his lap, allowing him to hold them like a teddy.

“It’s okay, I promise.. i’m sorry for shouting at you and pushing you leo..” y/n mutters, slowly rubbing his cheek with their thumb as he nuzzles into it.

y/n feels Leon’s rapid breathing slow back to normal underneath them, slowly scratching under his chin; they know he likes that.

“mmy Angel.. mm, all mine.” Leon grumbles as he finds it in himself to stand up, holding the readers thighs as he takes them to their shared bedroom.

y/n softly giggles at the older man’s actions, they know at the end of the day he’s really just a man who’s been through a lot of shit and just needs a bit of loving.

“c’mere angel.. i want , hugs..” Leon almost whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, y/n however has gotten used to how he whispers when he needs something he doesn’t want to admit.

y/n smiles as they crawl in front of Leon, feeling the bed shift as he holds their waist, nuzzling his head into their tits.

“mmm.. love your tits angel,” Leon mumbles into y/n’s chest, if he could bury himself into your tits and never have to leave, best believe he would.

A hand slowly makes its way to the blonde mop on top of Leons head, slowly massaging his scalp, hearing a low groan amit from the man beneath them.

“fuuuck angel..” Leon groans as he tries to push himself more inbetween y/n’s cleavage from the amount of pleasure one action brought him.

“shh shh leo, let me give you some lovin..” y/n drawls, smiling as they move both of their hands to massage Leons scalp, enjoying the reactions and sleepiness it draws to their fiánce.

Listening to Leons soft snores after about 30 minutes of the same motion, y/n eventually falls into their own slumber, their fiánce securely nuzzled into their tits.

#sig1lswriting #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy spice #resident evil #re6 leon #raccoon city #angst with a happy ending #leon kennedy angst

[y0urm4m]

Closer

Warnings: swearing,drinking,smuttt

Summary/teaser: What will happen when Chris is too drawn to a girl, and luck is on his side.

A/N: for the sake of the fic let’s say that Chris and Nate are both old enough to drink… love you all!

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“We’re here!” Lydia said, opening the Uber door as I also slid out of the car walking towards the club. Lydia had convinced me to finally go out with her this Saturday so here I was outside the club with her. “Are you excited?” She asked spinning around, her skirt twirling as she spun. “I guess so.” I giggled, linking my arm in hers as we walked towards back of the queue to get in.

After a long wait we were finally at the front of the line. “Identification please ma’am,” The bouncer spoke. I shuffled through my purse grabbing my id card passing it to the man in front of me, he nodded his head. “You too.” He said signalling towards Lydia, her also passing her id to him. “You two can go on through, have a great night.” He said opening the door for us. “Thank you.” I smiled, entering the club.

The atmosphere almost immediately changing. Purple and blue light filling the room, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling my nose as we walked in further.

“So drinks first?” Lydia asked, her arm still linked with mine. “You know me so well.” I replied as we walked over towards the bar, sitting down on two stools. “Hello, what can I get for you both?” The bartender asked smiling at us. “I’ll have a gimlet.” Lydia replied, looking towards me. “I’ll just have a Malibu and Coke please.” I said, grabbing some money out of my purse. “I’ll be right back with your drinks one second.” The bartender replied, walking off to make the drinks.

“So you glad I convinced you too come? Or what.” Lydia asked, re-applying her lipgloss. “Yeah it also gave me a reason to wear this.” I said, motioning towards my outfit. “Yeah you look hot.” She giggled. Just then the bartender finally came back with our drinks. “Here you go.” He said pushing our drinks towards us. “Thank you.” Me and Lydia replied in unison, sipping on the drinks.

My attention was shifted to the feeling of eyes on me, I turned looking around to see if I could find the culprit. “You alright girl?” Lydia asked putting her arm on my shoulder. “Yeah lyds I’m fine just felt like someone was staring at me.” I sighed, sipping more of my drink to soothe the nerves.

— A few more drinks in, me and and Lydia found ourselves now dancing. It was quite stuffy as there was loads of other people dancing around us. I spun her round, giggling as we carried on dancing to the song that was bouncing off the walls. I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time I felt elated that I had got to spend time with one of my favourite people after such a long time.

That’s when ‘party in the U.S.A’ started playing and everyone around us began dancing even more, causing me and Lydia to literally be stood shoulder against shoulder. “Right if they’re dancing so are we.” She shouted loud enough for me to hear. “Okay!” I shouted back, as we began dancing again but once again I could feel the presence of someone staring at me. I spun around looking around for the pair of eyes looking at me but yet I still couldn’t see them, I shrugged and continued dancing.

Chris pov:

“Bro you having fun yet?” Nate asked, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Yeah, I’m just going to get another drink.” I sighed arising from where I was, heading towards the bar. That’s when someone caught my eye, she was stunning. The way her outfit hugged her body perfectly, the way her hair shone under the club lighting lustrously, just her presence was alluring but before I could realise she was turning to look around. “Shit.” I mumbled to myself walking away before she could see me.

“Where are the drinks?” Nate asked, frowning slightly. “Sorry I got a bit distracted and forgot them.” I sighed looking back over at the bar where she still sat.

— that’s when I found my self squished between Nate and another man on the club dance floor. It was a really tight squeeze with barely enough room to even breathe. Nate was currently dancing with a girl who kept motioning her friend to come over and dance with me. “Just ask him to dance.” The girl whispered ushering her friend over. “Would you maybe want to dance?” The other girl asked, but as I looked up that’s when the girl from the bar caught my eye again she was now dancing with what I supposed was her friend. “Hello, are you going to answer me?” She asked again. “Oh. Uh no thanks sorry.” I replied, pushing past a few people until the girl from the bar was fully in sight.

I was now a few meters away from her, I still hoped she couldn’t see me. Once again she turned to look around this time she slightly caught my eye as I looked down. My cheeks flushing red as she turned to look back at her friend shrugging.

Reader pov:

After what seemed like an eternity I was finally fed up with the staring. “Lydia there is definitely someone staring at me and it’s getting on my nerves at this point.” I sighed looking behind me, still nothing. “Well we can leave if you’d like?” She said, moving more towards me. “No it’s fine, I’m just going to grab a drink I’ll be back.” I replied accidentally bumping into someone as I walked away. “Sorry.” I mumbled not even looking up at the man as I made my way back to the bar. “Malibu and coke?” The bartender asked, smiling slightly. “Yes please.” I replied, sighing. “Coming right up!” The man giggled, beginning to make my drink.

Once again the bartender had finished making my drink, I paid and began sipping on it when someone slipped down next to me. “Sorry i should ask if it’s alright if I sit here.” The man asked, I looked up at him. He looked oddly familiar, blue eyes with brunette hair. “It’s fine no one was sitting here anyways.” I laughed slightly. “Oh good, I’m Chris by the way.” He added, looking down at me. “y/n.” I replied, sipping on my drink. “Is there anything I can get for you?” The Bartender asked the oddly familiar man. “I’ll just have a Pepsi.” He said, pulling out his wallet.

After a few minutes of small talk, I began to feel more confident and decided to ask some more questions about Chris. I looked down at the Pepsi in his hand and back up at him. “So you don’t drink?” I asked, motioning towards the Pepsi. “No neither do me or my brothers.” He said looking over his shoulder slightly. “Ohh, are your brothers here with you?” I smiled, looking over at where his gaze was. He turned back around looking at me once again. “No I actually came here with my friend. What about you?” He replied. “Same here she’s currently dancing speaking of which I should probably go find her,” I said beginning to stand up. I looked back at Chris. “Would you like to dance with me once I’ve found her?” I asked, drinking the last of my drink. “Sure.” He chuckled standing up as well.

— Me and Chris had eventually found Lydia, who was dancing with some random girl. I tapped on her shoulder, as she turned her face revealed a smile. “Lydia, this is Chris. Chris, this is Lydia.” I said introducing them both to each other. “Nice to meet you!” She giggled, as she grabbed my arm. He nodded smiling at her slightly, turning his focus back to me.

After Lydia and Chris getting to know each other a little bit better, Lydia went back to dancing with the girl where as me and Chris decided to dance together.

Once I began dancing i found myself lost in the music, swaying to the beat. The atmosphere was ecstatic, due to my slight tipsy-ness and the fact I was dancing with a hot guy I had met almost an hour ago or it could have been because we were so close to each other because of how crowded the dance floor was, leaving not even enough room for a mouse to fit in between us both. “This is fun.” I said just loud enough for Chris to hear. “Yeah it is.” He chuckled, the feeling of his warm breath near my neck sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly I felt his arms inch around my waist. “Is this okay?” He asked. “Yes that’s just fine.” I replied, grinning like a child and a candy shop. I began moving my hips to the beat of the song, causing Chris to chuckle from behind me. “Y’know there’s something that’s drawing me to get to know you even better, in every way possible.” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. His eyes widened, as he practically froze in place causing me to giggle. “Would you like to get to know me in every way possible?” I added. He nodded eagerly. “Come with me then.” I smiled as he removed his hands from my waist, as I placed my hand in his.

We pushed our way through the crowded club floor, hand still in hand. Eventually making it to the bathroom stalls, checking if anyone could see us as I entered pulling Chris in behind me. “You sure you want to do this?” I asked, looking for some sort of consent. “Yea I’m sure.” He chuckled down at me, bringing his lips towards mine. The gap between them slowly closing, as I felt our heart rate increase and his eyes fluttered shut. I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip as they parted slightly as he groaned. Our tongues now fighting for some sort of dominance, as I brought my hand up brushing it through his hair. I pulled back bringing my lips to his ear whispering.“You can touch y’know.” He nodded his hands immediately making their way to my waist gently squeezing the flesh. I could feel the tent in his pants on my thigh, I moved my leg slightly causing a tiny groan to fall from Chris’ lips in anticipation. “You want me to touch you?” I giggled, moving my hand down to the tent in his pants. “Yes.. please.” He whined softly. He didn’t have to tell me twice, as I had already began unzipping his cargos pulling them down slightly, as they fell the rest of the way, pooling down at his ankles. I sunk down on my knees looking up into his blue innocent eyes. “You sure you want this.” I asked one again, my index finger know making tiny circles on the bottom of his thigh. “I sure.” His breath hitched at the feeling of my index finger almost near where he needed me most. With that I tugged down his boxers, his cock immediately sprung out standing tall and proud.

I spat on my hand pumping his cock a few times, bringing my lips to the tip kissing the it slightly before putting as much of his length as I could in my mouth, gagging slightly. I kept my pace long and slow, maintaining eye contact the whole time as he groans filled the bathroom. “Fuck..please don’t stop.” He begged, caressing the top of my head. The sound of his groans and small whimpers practically had me dripping. I then brought my hand near his balls slowly caressing, causing more noises to fall from his lips, his hips slightly jutting forward every time I moved my head up and down. “Shit..you’re gonna ma- make me cum if you keep doing that.” He croaked, throwing his head back. By the way his cock started twitching I could tell he was close, I immediately moved my head back my lips making a popping sound as i removed them from his dick. “M’ sorry my love, you’re gonna have to wait.” I said, standing up and stroking his sweat forehead, giving his lips a quick peck. “Please let me at least make you feel good first.” He said, looking down at me.

How could I say no to him when he’s looking at me like that.

“Of course you can.” I smiled, Chris’ hands immediately making their way to my top undoing it and pulling it off. His eyes trailing down to where my breasts sat. “Can I?” He asked, looking back up at me. I nodded, as he grinned moving his mouth to my left breast. I gasped, at the feeling of his hot breath near my nipple as he kissed them softly. He looked back up at me slightly before attaching his lips to my nipple, softly squeezing the other one causing me to moan he then began sucking it with more passion. He slightly groaned into my breast the sound immediately going right to my core. I moved my hand up pushing it through his hair once again, as he moved his face giving the other nipple the same amount of attention, scattering a few love bites here and there. He removed his mouth from my nipple. “Can i take these off?” He asked, motioning towards my bottoms. “Yea.” I breathed out, helping him as he removed them chucking them with his trousers.

After basically all my clothes were removed except my panties, Chris brung his hand over touching my clit through them. I moaned at the feeling of his fingertips making circles on my clit, he slowly sped up. “You soaked, holy shit.” He chuckled, moving his hands up pulling my panties down as I stepped out of them. I pulled Chris’ face back into mine our lips meeting once again, his hand now squeezing my ass cheeks roughly. I pulled back abruptly, his face shone with concern. “You alright?” He asked. “Yeah I just realised I left my purse, which had condoms in it, with Lydia.” I sighed, rubbing my face slightly. “Well I’m clean and I can always pull out.” Chris smiled, ruffling my hair a little causing me to smile. “Alright, come closer then.” I giggled, but as chris walked back I pushed him back making him sit on the toilet lid as I sat down on his lap.

Pecking his lips quickly, raising my hips to aline his cock with my entrance slowly sinking down onto it. Whining at the stretch. “Holy shit ur so tight.” Chris groaned as I started bouncing on his cock, eventually making some sort of erotic rhythmic pattern. The pain from the stretch, turning into pleasure causing whimpers and moans to leave my mouth as Chris’ dick hit places I never knew existed. My pace sped up, Chris thrusting his hips up into mine. “Oh my god Chris.” I whined, Chris grunting as I spoke, placing his head in the crook of my neck placing a slight kiss on my collarbone. I could feel the knot starting to form in my stomach, as my breathing started picking up. So I gave up on bouncing and decided to roll my hips against his, not bothering to go slowly as I tried to reach mine and Chris’ high.

I could tell Chris was getting close by the way he was twitching inside of me. “You close baby?” I asked, moving my hips faster. He whimpered loudly in response, grabbing onto my hips helping me move. “Holy shit.” I whined, gripping onto Chris’ hands. “F-fuck.” Chris croaked out. “Cum with me Chris.” I moaned. “B-but I don’t have a condom on.” He breathed, slowly down slightly. “I don’t care, I’ll get plan b tomorrow.” I replied, bringing my hips up and slamming them back down abruptly causing the knot in the stomach to snap as well as Chris to tumble over, blissing us both out. Our juices mixing together as we rode out our high. The smell was intoxicating, as me and Chris stayed in place, satisfied and sweaty.

After catching our breath, me and Chris got cleaned up and re dressed giggling amongst ourselves about what just happened. “Y’know you bumped into someone on the dance floor earlier?” He said grinning. “Oh my gosh was that you.” I giggled. Chris nodded, as we erupted into laughter again.

— Once we had stopped laughing we both decided to check our phones for any notifications from Nate or Lydia. Lydia had messaged me saying she went home with the girl from earlier and Nate had told Chris that he had left with a girl quite a while ago. “We should probably get going then.” I said looking up Chris, he nodded in response giving my head a tender kiss as we left the bathroom. “So would you possible want to come back to mine?” I asked smiling. “I’d love to.” He replied as we left the club hand in hand.

This was definitely not how I expected my Saturday night to end.

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The end!!

A/N: honestly enjoyed writing this one as well, this and my last two posts are my top three favourites at the moment lmaoo. Hope you enjoyed reading

Love you all — Gracie

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