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greatooglymooglyyy · 8 days

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It's Never Over (C. S.)

contains: 2nd person pov, angst, somewhat toxic relationship, verbal argument, relationship issues, kissing, smut (softdom!chris), overstimulation, angry/make up sex, unprotected sex, 3.4k words

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Maybe we’re too young.

The thought bounces around your head uncontrollably as you watch Chris move silently through the kitchen from your perch on the counter. You haven’t been home long- maybe 10 minutes- but after the day you’ve had, the silence feels like a jab.

“So,” you start, raising your eyebrow as he pulls out a drink and leans against the counter across from you. “How do you think the pictures will turn out?”

He gives you a tired look, seemingly trying to gauge whether your question is a trap. “I actually really fucked with it. It’s a new look for us.”

You two had spent the entire day on the set of a photo and promo shoot for Fresh Love’s new line of products. He was right about it being a new look and he’d gone all out for the launch; the shoot had been completely 90s-themed to match the vibe of the products and he’d recruited some influencers to model.

Not that you were keeping track or anything, but the original idea had been yours and you’d put countless hours in helping him execute it. That isn’t to say you minded at all... at least not until today.

“I’m glad it’s exactly how you envisioned it.” You say, testing the waters unsure if you wanted to raise the issue again.

But Chris takes the bait and groans. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t even say anything, Chris. But I just don’t understand why my input stops being taken seriously as soon as other people are around.”

“Did you ever stop and consider that maybe my photoshoot wasn’t the place for you to start a random ass argument?”

“I wasn’t trying to start one. And my bad, I didn’t realize you stopped being my boyfriend when you walked on a set.” Your eyes narrow as you stare him down, irritation at the situation resurfacing.

He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. “I don’t but it’d be cool if my girlfriend supported me on days like this instead of adding more stress.”

Your eyes grow wide and you look around dramatically. “I’m sorry? Is that not all I do? Planning with you. Pitching ideas. Running around finding any little thing I can do to help? You wouldn’t even have the new product ideas without me.”

He throws his hands up in surrender, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “And I’m grateful, baby. You know I am. I’m not saying you’re not important to me. I’m saying it can’t always be about you.”

“Can it sometimes be about me?” You question, feeling like you’re losing your mind. “I would never have an entire photoshoot full of influencers and not even ask you to join. Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

“Oh my-” He laughs out harshly, turning away for a second and then turning back. “I knew that’s what this was about. The team wanted people with over a million, not me-”

“And who owns Fresh Love, Chris? Don’t act like you have no control.”

“I own it, but it’s not just me who runs it. How stupid would I be if I hired a marketing team and didn't fucking listen to them?” His voice raises slightly and he shakes his head, attempting to regain composure.

“Probably as stupid as I looked pulling up to the set and looking for hair and makeup. You should have told me.” With that you slide off of the counter, intending to let the argument die there and go to bed but he follows behind you.

“How are you mad at me because you assumed you were modeling? I never said that. I invited you to the set like I do every time because You. Are. My. Girlfriend.” He claps to emphasize his points and you spin to glare at him.

“I’m not just your girlfriend, Chris. I work hard on my content just like you.” You say defensively. The decision to even begin posting was his idea so you can’t believe how unsupported you feel.

“And I'm so proud of you. You know I am.” He says with sincerity, bringing a hand to his chest. “But you aren’t..." His sentence trails off and he gives you an uncomfortable look.

“What?” You challenge, knowing exactly where this is going. “Say it. Tell me how little I matter since I haven’t hit the right numbers yet.”

He rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s business. And they asked for people with reach. What did you want me to do?”

“Fight for me, Chris. That’s what I expected you to do.” You turn and head over to your dresser, snatching out your favorite oversized t-shirt and changing quickly.

Chris leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching you intensely until you finally face him with a scowl. “Stop following me.”

“I just can’t believe this is how you want to end this night. Why can’t you celebrate this win with me?” He asks, annoyance coating his tone.

“Go celebrate with Brooke. You two looked comfy today.” You suggest as you pass him to head into the bathroom.

Behind you, he barks out a laugh of disbelief before whispering something under his breath. You don’t even bother asking him to speak up, grabbing your makeup remover instead.

“So what’s that supposed to mean, huh? You're gonna start throwing accusations at me now?” He sounds absolutely over the conversation but won’t walk away to cool off. It’s a flaw you have in common.

“Just saying Addison has twice the followers as her but somehow you put her centerstage. I mean, I thought this was a numbers game.” You say, refusing to look over at him as you lather your face wash.

If you’re being completely honest, it’s not like you actually believe Chris would ever cheat on you. One thing Chris has always been is loyal to a fault. But right now you're itching for a reaction. No matter how you have to get it.

“You have to be fucking kidding.” He says, reacting exactly like you expected him to. “When the fuck would I be cheating on you?”

“How am I supposed to know? People make time for what’s important to them.” You say, letting your voice take on a nonchalant tone as you pat your face dry.

“That’s so fucking stupid and you know it. Look, I’m sorry you’re not where you want to be in your career but don’t take it out on me.” He grinds out, his voice thick with distaste.

You spin to face him, your eyebrows high. There it is. At least he finally said it. “Wow, Chris. Tell me how you really feel.”

“Y/N.” He says, rubbing his eyes roughly. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do you think I could buy a shoutout, Mr. Six Mill? Only if you have time, of course.” You drawl, pressing your hands together into a begging gesture.

“Tell me what you want to hear, baby. Tell me what I need to say to end this conversation.” He says, stepping toward you but you take a step back instead, leaning against the sink.

“How about an apology? How about recognizing that I worked hard on this launch too and deserved to be a part of it? Anything except this condescending bullshit.”

He drops to his knees dramatically, looking up at you with a faux pleading look on his face. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Please forgive me.”

You shake your head and curl your lip up in disgust. “Yeah. ‘Cause everything’s a joke, right?”

Chris blows out a huff of irritation and stands up, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and spinning you around to face the mirror. He presses himself into your back and meets your eye in the reflection as he runs his hands up and down your body. “Aren’t you tired of arguing yet?”

Your gaze drops to his hands, watching as he slowly and methodically slides up your oversized t-shirt and rubs teasingly at your inner thighs.

"You know I love you." He whispers, his grip tightening as he trails higher, grazing your heat before dipping his hands back down.

“Do you?” You question childishly, heat flooding your body as his hands travel your skin. He leans in close, the cool breath of his words sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me prove how much.”

Part of you wants to snatch away from him and refuse to reward his arrogance. But there is something so erotic about the way his eyes stay locked on yours as he moves in closer to where you need him most. Without your permission your body melts into his, the muscle memory from every other time he’s made you feel this way activating naturally.

You turn your head to look at him full-on instead of the reflection, the slight flush on his face from the arguing turning you on even more. “Nah. Prove how much you need me.”

If Chris is at all surprised by your demand, he doesn’t show it. He just walks you closer to the sink and spins you around by the waist to face him. His blue eyes are so coated with lust and frustration they seem almost brown under the harsh bathroom lighting.

He lifts you onto the counter, pausing only for the barest of seconds before crashing his lips against yours. The sudden movement pushes the back of your head into the mirror but you barely feel it over the heat and pressure of his kiss.

His hand travels under your shirt, his fingertips grazing your nipple with a frustratingly delicate touch that has you groaning into his mouth. You pull away, drawing a shudder out of him when you lightly nip his bottom lip as you do.

“Stop wasting my time.” You demand, your hands fiddling with the bottom of his shirt in a hint for him to take it off.

He does with a roll of his eyes before he comes back, placing a firm hand on the back of your neck and bringing you closer. “You can drop the attitude now. You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Pain flashes through you again briefly as you consider the possibility that this is the only thing you two will ever agree on wanting but you push it down and lean in to run a tongue over his collarbone. “Shut up and prove it like you said you would.”

A smirk grows across his face before he nods and kneels down slowly, pushing open your legs and roughly snatching off your thin underwear. Pushing your legs open wider, he buries his face in your inner thighs and peppers lingering kisses on them as he trails closer to your heat.

When he finally reaches it, it’s clear he’s not done taking his time as he runs his tongue through your folds purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You push at his shoulders in annoyance and he chuckles darkly, only making your wetness grow despite yourself.

The first kiss he places on your clit is slow and shallow before he leans back to find your eyes. “I always forget how fucking pretty you are.” He says as he smooths a thumb over you before diving back in with a new urgency.

There’s reverence in the way his tongue circles your clit, the movements somehow both precise and desperate. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you find yourself grinding your hips up to chase your pleasure, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips.

You don’t need to glance down to feel his eyes on you, baby blue and laser-focused as he peers up to gauge your reaction, alternating expertly between sucking and flicking his tongue. But instead of giving him the reaction he wants, you press your fist into your mouth and work to keep your face a mask. You’re determined to grant him as little praise as possible, leftover anger spurring on your pettiness.

Smiling against your core at the challenge, he readjusts his hold on you, slinging one of your legs lazily onto his shoulder before locking his arms around your thighs to keep you still. He pulls fully away and you finally snap your eyes to his, a protest on the tip of your tongue.

“I can do this all night and still make sure you never come. Stop playing with me.” His voice is like velvet as he warns you, not even pausing for your response before he buries himself back in. He taps your leg, signaling for you to hold it before he readjusts to add his fingers, swirling them around teasingly before pumping them inside to stretch you out.

All of your pride flies out the window as he fucks into you with his fingers, finding your g spot easily and caressing it. Flinging your head from side to side and calling his name wildly, you feel a familiar pressure building inside of you. “Please, Chris.” You beg as you tangle your hands into his hair.

His pace only increases when he realizes you are close, his moans against your clit sending vibrations through your body and driving you even crazier. You tug his hair lightly as your body tightens and grind your hips against his fingers to ride out your orgasm.

Chris pauses and removes his fingers slowly before placing one last kiss on your throbbing heat. He comes up with his breathing unsteady and a look of pure triumph on his face as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

Your legs are still trembling slightly as you slide off of the counter and pull his face down to yours. This kiss feels different, like coming home, and you can tell he feels the same. He kisses you back like he loves you like the taste of you is air and he’s suffocating.

It’s been a while since you two were desperate enough to leave marks on each other’s skin but he does tonight. And you let him without a single thought to the effort of covering them up, too focused on his tongue working over the sweet spots of your neck.

You reach down fumbling with his belt impatiently as your breathing goes ragged, and free his hardened length, stroking it slowly.

His lips freeze on your throat as he thrusts into your hand before he yanks away and spins you back around, pressing his palm into your back and kicking your feet apart to give him access.

You feel his tip nudge against your entrance, slipping down further to tease your clit briefly, your only warning before he slides inside of you. A cry tears out of you as he rolls his hips into yours, bottoming out.

You’re still soaked from your orgasm but as he stretches you out around him, you feel yourself coat him even more and he groans. “My pretty girl. Best fucking feeling in the world.” He pushes your shirt further up your back, his fingertips trailing your spine lightly as he continues to thrust into you.

Squirming with a need for him to go faster, you push your hips up to meet his, forcing him deeper and making you both curse. He takes the hint, wrapping his hand tightly around your shirt for leverage before setting a brutal rough pace.

Your vision starts to blur so you close them as you try to hold on to the counter for stability. With your eyes squeezed tightly closed, it’s almost easy to pretend the tears swelling up are from the intensity of the moment and not from everything that came before.

Because it’s nothing if not intense, your stomach pressing into the sink as he slams inside of you roughly. His free hand grips the counter so hard his knuckles turn white and he keeps up his insane pace. His name slips from your mouth as a moan, seeming to spur him on as he increases his tempo even more.

“That’s right, baby. What’s my name?” The sound of his voice barely breaks through your fucked out trance and you lift your head to see him through the mirror.

The sight of him almost pushes you right over the edge immediately and you watch him in a sort of fascination. The way his muscles strain with his movement, his slightly open mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip. But it’s the wink he throws you when he notices you watching that has you contracting around him for the second time tonight.

This orgasm tears through you like a wave and you lose all control as Chris fucks you through it, never missing a stroke. If you had it in you to be embarrassed right now, you would be mortified at the things you say at this moment. Making promises, calling him names you never thought you’d utter, telling him exactly who you belong to.

When you come down, Chris’ pace slows and he pulls you up to face him. He watches you tenderly before he lifts the shirt from over your head and kisses you deeply.

He leads you to your bedroom and lays you down at the center of the bed, climbing on top of you slowly.

He enters you again with a gasp and you bring your mouth up to his to swallow it, his hand traveling up to lightly circle your neck. You moan in contentment and he makes a sound of approval from the back of his throat as he begins to thrust.

His strokes are slow and as deep as he can make them, his hands roaming your body as his tongue explores your mouth. There’s emotion laced in every snap of his hip and you know him well enough to understand every message. I love you. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.

Pleasure coils around you as his thumb finds your clit and circles it, coaxing you closer to the finish line as he drops his head near your ear. His hips stuttering tell you he’s close and you bring your mouth up to his ear to whisper. “Come for me.”

He groans loudly in response, fighting not to lose control yet. “You first.”

“I already did!”

“I don’t care. Give me one more.”

At his words, he pulls himself up and angles himself deeper, finding your g spot and plowing into it mercilessly. You drag your nails down his back, yours arching up off the bed. “Chris, I can’t.”

He shushes you softly, his lips claiming yours again as he continues to push into you. Ultimately it’s his muffled moan of “fuck” against your mouth that sends you over the edge, your face screwed up from an erotic mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.

You know you can’t take much more but Chris follows right behind you, dropping his head on your shoulder and moaning your name into it.

You lay there breathing heavily, skin to skin, for a while before you tap his back and he slides out of you. Awkwardness settles between you, so thick you’re not sure what to do with it so you stand wordlessly and head for a shower.

Your thoughts race as you scrub the remnants of him off your skin. The words you threw back and forth play on repeat in your brain as you wonder how to fix what’s between you before it’s too late.

The bathroom door opens and you watch through the streamy glass as Chris settles on the counter. The same counter he had you bent over not long ago.

You step out of the shower and grab your robe, all the while avoiding his eye contact. This is the part you hate the most. The part that never ends. Because neither of you knows how to force it to end.

He clears his throat, gesturing for you to come to him when you finally meet his eyes. Once you are standing between his legs, he pushes your wet hair out of your face gently as he studies your face. “You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?”

The nod you give is reluctant and slow. It’s never been a question of if Chris loves you. Just a question of whether he appreciates you.

But he continues this time, his eyes holding a fierce sort of intensity. “I’d give this all up for us if I had to. My whole platform if it means I can wake up next to you.”

Your breath hitches at this and you feel the tears threatening to fall so you bury your face in his shoulder, letting him pull your body into his.

And you hope. Hope that his words are more than just words. Hope that you’re not too young to keep each other from slipping between your fingers.

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lyjen · 2 months

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Reckless

Summary: As their argument gets out of hand (Y/n) needs her space. Evan tries to apologise. But (Y/n) won’t listen.

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Buck was leaning with his lower back against the kitchen counter “You know what you signed up for!” Evan tried to defend himself.

(Y/n) was mad at him. Today on a call, he went against the captains orders as he tried to save someone else’s life. He was in a burning factory full with chemicals, ready to explode when they came in contact with fire. Bobby, ordered everyone to get out of the building. Everyone did, except for her boyfriend. He was trying to save a man’s life, who was stuck and couldn’t get out on his own.

She understood. She did. But she couldn’t handle the fact, that if he came out 10 seconds later than he did, he wouldn’t have made it. He wouldn’t be standing there right now. And that’s what stung (y/n)’s feelings.

(Y/n) was in front of him, the only thing keeping them separated was the kitchen island.

With both hands leaning on the island in front of her, she sighed. “Yes, i signed up for knowing you might not be coming home after a shift. The same thing you signed up for.” (Y/n) started. “The only thing I didn’t sign up for was the fact that you’d be so reckless to go against the captains order and almost get yourself killed!” She continued as she pushed herself off the island. She was pissed at him.

Evan stayed silent. He folded his arms over each other as he shook his head as he looked to his right. Thinking about what he could say. He knew that whatever he was going to react, wouldn’t calm her down at all. She would only get more angry with him than she already was.

She started pacing through the room. “You could’ve died Evan!” She spoke now even louder, not even bothering to look at him. She never addressed her boyfriend with the name what was written on to his birth certificate. She always called him Buck. She only used his real name when she was really pissed off, or when she wanted to tease her boyfriend.

“Yeah but I didn’t, did I?“ Evan shot back. His girlfriend knew that he could be reckless now and then, that he was in fact a really bad listener and impulsive.

“That’s not the point!” Her voice sounded broken and angry. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t look at him. And let out a sign to try and calm herself down. “The point is that you should listen to your orders..” her voice sounded broken, shaky and barely audible for Evan to hear. She let her hand rest on the kitchen island as she looks at Evan.

“Well if you can’t handle me getting hurt, or not coming home some day. Maybe we shouldn’t be together.” He says, before even realizing what he just told her.

Evan sighed when he glanced at (y/n). She said nothing. She was just staring at him. She had so many things to say. But she just couldn’t talk. Tears were slowly starting to run down over her cheeks now.

Evan and launched himself off the counter. He reaches his hand out, to touch her fingers which were resting on the kitchen top. But when his hand slightly touches her fingers, she pulls her hand back. Evan tries to make contact with her eyes. But (y/n) doesn’t dare to take her eyes off of the floor she was looking at. Trying to avoid any kind of contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” he apologized as he leans with his hands on the island.

She doesn’t say anything. And then after a few moments, she just turns around and walks towards the gaderobe where they had stashed their shoes, jackets and their bags. (Y/n) grabs her coat and pushes her arms through the sleeves. Evan barely had time to process what was going on. “(Y/n)…” her name sounded through the room.

She grabs her duffle bag which was already filled with the stuff she needed for her upcoming shift. Which was in a few hours, just like Evan’s. “(Y/n).. please.. talk to me.” His voice sounded. It was almost like she heard a shy little boy talking.

She ignores Evan’s request and swings the strap of the bag over her shoulder. And turns around around to grab her car keys off the dining table. She didn’t dare to give him a glance.

When Evan didn’t receive an answer and she turned around again to make her way towards the front door he called out her name again. “(Y/n) where are you going?” But this time with more intensity in his voice.

The tone of Evan’s voice made her stop as she was making her way towards the front door. Silence filled the room. She turns her head to the left, so he could hear her loud and clear.

“I think it’s better if I sleep somewhere else tonight.” she said. She didn’t wait for an answer to come from Evan’s lips. And continued her path towards the door. She opens the door and shut it with a loud bang.

Buck just stood there and watched how she left the room. A sigh left his mouth. He knows he screwed up big time. Why does he always speak before he even thinks? It was like his mouth was working faster than his brain was. How was he gonna fix this mess?

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“Really? Another cup? How much caffeine do you need? We don’t need you to become a bouncing ball. ” Chimney asked when Buck poured another cup of coffee into his mug.

Evan didn’t get much sleep last night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the argument he had with his girlfriend. And he couldn’t let go off the fact that he told her that they shouldn’t be together if she couldn’t handle him getting hurt or being reckless like he was. He regretted every single word he said in that conversation.

After she left, he tried to call her and text her. But of course she wouldn’t answer him. And to be fair, if the roles were reversed and she told him that. He would probably have done the exact same thing.

He didn’t know what to do. So he did what he always did when he didn’t know what to do with himself. He called his best friend, who felt more like a brother to him. Plus Eddie had three sisters, he would know what to do when you pissed a woman off which you actually didn’t mean to.

He asked him for advice. Should I go after her? Should I look for her? Only to receive the advice from his best friend, to give her some space. And after some talking with Eddie, he accepted that. The phone call went on and on for like half an hour.

But he needed to know that she was safe. Until he received a text from Hen, telling him that (y/n) was staying the night at Hen’s and Karen’s. He still didn’t get any sleep, but at least he knew that she was safe.

Buck nodded as an answer to Chimneys question. “But can you at least tell me why you need a third cup of coffee?” Chimney continued. “You will find out in a few seconds.” Eddie said as he took a sip of his coffee. Chimney’s face just stared in confusion.

(Y/n) just came upstairs. Buck glanced to his right, as he sees his girlfriend coming into his sight. He had so much words he wanted to say. But he couldn’t bring them out.

It was weird. Normally she would enter the loft and tell everybody good morning, like she always did. Except for this time. She didn’t say anything. She just went to the fridge, to pour herself a glass of juice and completely ignored the three men who were having a conversation. And left to go downstairs again.

When (y/n) steps down the stairs. Buck’s eyes were still following her, each step of the way. “Yikes.. trouble in paradise” Chimney hissed. Evan’s eyes shot up at him, he had a certain look in his eyes. The kind of look that could kill you. “Uhhh- Yes! I’m coming!” Chimney said, pretending like someone called him over. And he hurries away, trying to avoid getting killed by Evan. Well, if looks could kill.

Eddie stepped forward, letting his hand fall on Evan’s shoulder. “She will come around.” He tries to reassure Evan with a promising look. He didn’t answer. He just nodded with his head, as Eddie patted his hand on Buck’s shoulder and walked past him.

When the alarm bells sounded loudly through the firehouse, they rushed towards the rigs. Saying that there was some office building fire. The ride down to the location was silent. (Y/n) was just staring outside the window, trying to keep herself busy so no one would speak to her. Especially Evan.

Eddie and Bobby were just chit chatting about something. He could hear their voices dull on the background as he got caught up in his thoughts. He didn’t know what the conversation was about. And to be honest, he didn’t care. He just wanted to apologise to his girlfriend, for being such an unbelievable idiot. But he didn’t know what words to use.

He feels how the truck comes to a stop. As he receives a tap of Eddie’s hand on his forearm, winking with his head towards (Y/n) as she gets out of the rig. “Apologise to her.” He advises him and opens the door on his side.

Evan knew deep down that Eddie was right. Now was the time to apologise to her. Maybe if something would happen, he might regret that he never apologised. Or actually, to hear her say that she accepts his apology. He stood up from his seat, and hopped out of the rig.

He took a look to his left and saw (Y/n) closing the door on the compartment where they had storaged their helmets. She made her way towards Bobby, who was waiting for them to surround him and listen to his orders. (Y/n) was one of the firsts, which meant they had a little bit of time to chat before Bobby started shouting orders. Evan took place next to her.

“I’ve tried to call you.”

She didn’t answer. Starting to tap with her foot against the concrete on the ground.

Silence. Yikes. That wasn’t the best way to start the conversation. You can hear the LA streets on the background. Sirens from other ambulances, fire engines and fire trucks which were called to other scenes.

As Evan rethinks his choices of words,

Bobby starts shouting orders. He wanted to say something, but he decides to focus on what Bobby has to say. When they had received their assignments, Y/n) starts walking towards the truck.

Buck tries to catch up with her. But he didn’t want to run. That was weird and attracted attention they didn’t want. (Y/n) opened the compartment where the oxygen tank was. She got out a tank. And flinched slightly when Evan came standing next to her. “Look. I know that I’m reckless, and impulsive sometimes on calls..” he starts. As he grabs a oxygen tank too. And they both put the tank on their backs.

“but it’s like I get so lost in my own mind, that I forget that I am not invincible. But most importantly that there are people waiting for me to come home.” He secures the tank on his back with the clips.

She gets up from her knees and walks towards the compartment where they had more tools. “I guess what I’m trying to say is.. sorry. For my behaviour on calls, how i made you feel, and for my dick move. I should’ve never said that. And I would be an idiot for letting you go.” She doesn’t answer. She heard him. She heard every single word. She rests her hand on the halligan, which was still in the compartment when she froze as she heard his last words. “I just wanted you to know.” He finished and went those words left his lips, he left.

She wanted to answer so badly. But she had to focus on the call. she got the halligan out of the compartment and yanked the hatch closed.

As Evan leaves (Y/n)’s side. He walked towards Eddie, who was also gearing up. “And.. did you get the chance to tell her everything you wanted?” Eddie asks before he clipped his tank secure on his back. Evan nodded. “Yeah.. I’ll tell you later. Let’s get in there.” He says as he puts his mask on his face, Eddie does the same. Evan feels how his heart skipped a beat when (Y/n) joined in. “Are you guys ready?” She asks, as if nothing was wrong.

She was a professional, which meant that she wouldn’t let her personal life interfere with the way she would do things on the job. She just had to communicate with Evan and Eddie. Safety first.

The two nodded when they had their masks secured on their face. “Okay let’s go!” (Y/n) says and they went towards the entrance of the building. It was an smaller office building than usually which was on fire. This one was only 4 stories high. Not like the usual down town office buildings which had like 40-70 floors sometimes. Luckily this was a small one.

The smoke was floating around in the entrance of the building. “You two get the fourth floor. I’ll sweep the third floor and we’ll work our way down.” (Y/n) said. Buck shook his head. “No you go with Eddie. I’m not letting you sweep a floor on your own.” Evan protested. “You think I can’t handle it on my own?” She asked as she folded her arms over each other. “No it’s just-“ Evan wanted to react but Eddie cut the two off. “This isn’t the time to argue guys. Buck. Let’s go.” Eddie stated as he started walking upstairs towards the fourth floor. Evan sighed and did as Eddie told him and followed him to the fourth floor.

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“Fourth floor is clear. Heading towards the second floor now.” Buck spoke through the radio. Her hand went towards the radio, as she held in the speak button “Copy that, still searching the third floor here. Almost done.” (Y/n) was still working on the third floor. That was definitely one of the cons, she lost more time on searching the floor on her own. But she didn’t mind actually. She loved her co workers, but sometimes she liked being able to do some stuff alone.

She works her way through the flames, trying to see if she could spot any casualties through the thick dark grey smoke. “LAFD! Call out!” Her voice sounded through the mask. Nothing. She worked her way through the third level as she opened a door and yelled that well known sentence another time. Nothing again.

A wave of air blew in her face together with bright red and orange coloured flames. An explosion roared over the third floor. She heard the sound of breaking glass from the windows on the floor, which shattered in a million tiny pieces. (Y/n)’s body got blown away by the power of the explosion. It almost felt like she was falling down in slow motion.

Evan had trouble with opening his eyes, and keeping them open. His ears were ringing, a high frequency sounding through his ears along with an annoyingly high beep from a pass device. His vision was blurry, and he tried to regain his sight by blinking. He received an impact of the explosion what happened right above him. He fell forward, on his stomach with his helmet laying right in front of him. He tried to break his fall with his hands.

He groaned, he had an headache which almost made his head pop off of his body. “Eddie Report!” The voice through the radio was loud, and made his headache even worse. “Buck report!” It was his captains voice who was calling through the radio. Desperate for an answer from one of his team members. Evan slowly pushed himself up so his face wasn’t meeting with the ground anymore.

With his vision still blurry, and a few blood splatters across his oxygen mask he tries to take in his surroundings. The fire was still spread across the floor. “(Y/n) come in!” Evan’s eyes shot up when he heard her name. She was on the third floor. When he looks up, he can clearly see that a part of the third floor has collapsed onto the second floor where he was. His hand grabbed his radio, “Bobby, the third floor partly collapsed.” He spoke through the radio, groaning at the pain he felt on his chest.

Evan stood up, but almost lost his balance. It was almost like he just woke up from a nap, and he stood up too quickly. But he quickly found his balance again. He was almost ninety nine procent sure he had a concussion. “(Y/n)! Eddie!” He called out when he couldn’t seem to spot his team members. He heard a groan. “I’m here.” He heard a male voice say. “Buck. Find Eddie and (Y/n) and get the hell out of there. This building could collapse every second!” Bobby radioed. “Copy that cap.“ he answered.

He follows Eddies voice.

Eddie was pinned between the floor and an office cupboard. Luckily the cupboard was empty, so Eddie could squeeze himself out. When Evan reached Eddie, he helped him up. And patted his shoulder, as a sign that he was okay. “Cap I got Eddie.” He updated his captain. “Copy that.”

The sound of the PASS device was still ringing through the level of the office building. Evan tried to follow the sound of the device. Together with Eddie he searched for the location where the sound came from. “Oh my god! (Y/n)!” He yelled when he saw the coloured letters of her last name through the chunks of concrete. A few pieces of concrete had fallen onto her legs, which were crushing her legs. While her upper body was luckily not harmed.

She was lying on her stomach with her face to the side. Evan ran to her side and immediately checked her pulse. He grabbed her shoulders and shook them to try and get her conscious again. “(Y/n)! Hey! Open your eyes for me will you?” He sounded. She squeezed her eyes as she groaned at the throbbing pain she felt at the bottom of her body.

“M-my leg..” she cried out when she tried to blink her tears away. “I know. We’re gonna try to get you out okay.” Evan tries to reassure her.

“Cap, we’ve got a situation here. (Y/n)’s legs are stuck underneath chunks of concrete.” Eddie calls through his radio to keep his captain updated.

Evan stood up straight again as he tried to push one of the concrete blocks off of (Y/n)’s legs. Eddie joined in to help him lift the chunk off of her leg, but without any succes. An ear deafening scream sounded over the second floor. “Cap. We need more hands, and equipment. This concrete is way too heavy for two people.” Evan spoke through his radio.

“Cap we have to help them!” Chimney fought his captain. Bobby didn’t want to lose three of his team members, but the time was ticking by. He had to make a call. The three of them, or all of them. It could make them get out faster if Hen, Chimney and Bobby himself got in right now with the right equipment. Or it could all go side ways, and they all would go down with the building. They all knew what they signed up for when they entered the training. “Hen, get a medic bag and a splint, Chim get the jaws of life. We’re going in.” He ordered them. As he walked towards the truck to get a halligan out.

“This isn’t working.” Eddie concluded when they tried again to push the weight off of her legs. Evan sighed. But his eyes wandered back to (Y/n) when he heard her trying to say something. “H..halligan” she gasped as she tried to point out for the halligan she had with her this entire time. She dropped the halligan when she dropped down an entire floor down.

Evan stood back up and picked up the halligan from the floor. “Let’s try this again.” He told Eddie. Evan was desperate to get his girlfriend out of here. He put the part of the halligan underneath the concrete blocks as he tries to push the chunk off of her with all his weight and help from Eddie. The part moved barely an inch. But it was something.

(Y/n) was screaming out in pain again, when she felt a hand squeeze hers and a familiar voice sounded through her eardrums. It was Hen. Hen kneeled beside her as the four guys worked on her legs.

Meanwhile Chimney put the jaws underneath the pieces of concrete and widened the jaws. When the piece of concrete was high enough, Bobby, Eddie and Evan pushed it so it landed on the floor. And so they proceeded until both her legs were free. Hen put together a splint so her legs wouldn’t get anymore damage than it already had.

“Okay let’s get you up.” Hen’s voice said as she looked up at Evan. As a sign to get her up. Evan lowered himself down, and slung her arm around his neck. His right arm underneath her knees and his left arm was supporting her lower back. “Chimney, get down stairs to get the gurney ready. Eddie, put the jaws back in the compartment.” Bobby ordered when their work was done.

He carried her two floors down and as soon as they reached the exit, Chimney came running down with the gurney. Evan gently put her on the gurney. Yanked off his oxygen mask and (Y/n) did that too. Evan unbuckled her oxygen tank to lift it off of her back and she lay down on the gurney. When Evan wanted to walk away to put her oxygen tank in the truck. Her hand reached out to his bicep.

“You know. I do accept your apology from earlier.” Her voice sounded weakly. A smile appears on his face. Her hand shifted from his bicep to his cheek. “I never meant to say those words.” He said. It sounded like he was on the edge of his breaking point. “It’s okay” she whispered. She pulled Evan closed by the collar of his florescent jacket. And placed a quick kiss on his lips. She leans forward to let her forehead fall against his. He felt his hand falling against her skin. His thumb slightly stroked her jaw as she closes her eyes. “You can’t get rid of me that easy. Not after one fight.”

#911 #911 fox #911 imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evanbuckley #imagine #911 abc

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amethystasra · 4 months

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14DWY is an 18+ game, minors DNI !

Ren/ AFAB Reader

2.4k words

Ren belongs to @14dayswithyou 🌟

You spent the day with Leon and Ren gets jealous. Based off a post that said Ren would only take his own pleasure into account if you manage to make him jealous enough, though this ended up being a lot softer than intended. Written with [REDACTED] in mind.

jealousy, reverse comfort and all that stuff:)

Five hours. Five hours, fifty-two minutes and thirteen seconds. That's how long you've been gone today. Ren looked at the time on his laptop, as he counted the seconds you were away. A painful emptiness in his heart, as he stared at the pictures of you and him that hung on your shared walls. He missed you so much. Even a minute without you is enough to turn him into a sobbing mess.

He heard your laugh coming from his laptop -That he had been using to listen in on your conversations through your phone- followed up by someone else's that made his fists curl up in anger. Leon.

"I haven't seen Leon in weeks Ren. We're just catching up. It'll only be for a little while; I'll be right back." You had told him, after he had desperately tried to keep you home using numerous excuses as to why you shouldn't go.

Ren's possessive tendencies are already intense enough as it is, but oh your childhood friend, the piece of shit who had ruined his proposal to you all those years ago, made him feel a type of jealousy like no other. His jaw clenched as he forced out a –somewhat unsettling- smile. “Sorry angel. I just worry about you.” He pulled you closer to him, placing a kiss atop your forehead. “Call me if you need anything, alright?” He had no choice but to let you go, not wanting to risk a fight, and end up with you potentially viewing him in a bad light.

Ren felt his stomach churning, a mixture of jealousy and anger, hearing the two of you talk and laugh, while you ignored him. You had responded to the first couple of his texts, picked up the first few times he called, until you decided to put your phone on do not disturb.

"Is everything alright between you and that lanky fella, sunfish?" Leon’s voice was laced with concern. "You know all I want is for you to be happy, and I'll support you no matter what,” He paused for a second. “But, if I'm being honest, something about him just feels off. He’s called you, like what? Five times already?"

Ren felt his blood boil, his brain already coming up with ways to remove this pest that keeps on trying to separate him from his angel.

You were quick to dismiss Leon’s concerns. "He's just a bit clingy, that's all. It's actually kind of sweet. He just worries a lot." Ren's anger melted away, as you came to his defense, replaced by the utter love and devotion he feels for you. A literal angel.

Six hours and 20 minutes had passed when you finally returned home. Ren already stood waiting right in front of the door. Before you could even step inside you felt a pair of arms wrap around you tightly. "Woah, hello to you too." You giggled; a bit startled. Ren didn't respond as he pulled you inside, rested his head on top of yours and inhaled your scent. You embraced him back and smiled. "I missed you too Ren."

Ren finally pulled back enough to look at you.

"Did you?" He sounded sad, but there was also a certain sharpness in his voice. "Then why were you ignoring me?" The jealousy in his voice now becoming clear.

You frowned, feeling a twinge of guilt rise in you. "I'm sorry Ren. It's just, you were calling almost every 10 minutes and Leon-" Ren cut you off before you could finish your sentence. "Do you like him more than me?" His voice was intense, not mad, you knew he could never get mad at you. He sounded possessive, and if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you would’ve almost missed the desperation his words were laced with. "No- no of course not." Heat rose to your cheeks as butterflies began to form in your stomach.

He stared at you intensely, putting his hand on your face and bringing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. You kiss him back immediately. His hands grabbing your waist firmly, fingers digging into the plush skin. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled back.

"Then show me that you belong to me. That you're mine." He breathes, eyes half lidded. You nodded your head with a desperate gleam in your eyes, letting him know how much you want this too. "I'm yours Ren." You tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. "Only yours."

Ren's lips were back on yours in an instant, moaning into your mouth as his hands roamed all over your body. One was placed behind your head, as the other found its way to your breast, massaging it. After a while his hands settled around your thighs, and suddenly you were being lifted up and carried to the bedroom.

Ren gently set you down on the bed before stepping back and looking down at you with complete infatuation. "Strip for me." He ordered.

You stared at him for a second, unsure of where to start. When you took a little too long for his liking, he quirked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to get started. You slowly pulled up your shirt, exposing your bare chest. Ren looked at you intently, watching you undress for him, his hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his pants. Once you were done with the rest of your clothes, you sat back down on your knees, waiting obediently for your next order.

Ren stepped closer to the bed and put his hand on top of your hair and started petting it softly. "So obedient f'me. Such a good girl. Now open up." He put his free hand on your chin, and gently pried open your lips with his finger before shoving it in.

"Ah- fuck." Ren moaned as you immediately started sucking. He took a few seconds to relish in the way you seemed so eager to obey his every whim, before pulling his hand back and ordering you to lay down on the bed. He slowly started making his way over to the bedside table, never taking his eyes off you. He opened the drawer, pulling out a rope. "Hands above your head. Wrists together."

All you could do was silently obey as you felt your arousal dripping down your thighs. Ren bound your wrists to the headboard and stepped back for a second, admiring his handiwork.

"Mine." He whispered to himself quietly. A shameful thought crossed his mind, at the sight of you tied up beneath him. What if he kept you here permanently? tied up like this, in his bed. You sure seem to be enjoying yourself. Maybe you'd like this too.

Ren's heart raced at the thought of having you all to himself. Being the only one who gets to see you like this, the only one who gets to speak to you, the only one who gets to touch you, the only one who gets to receive your attention forever and ever and ever-

"Ren?" The sound of your voice softly calling out his name made him snap back to reality.

No. He’d never do that -except as a last resort of course, but he wouldn't let it come to that- he wants to share every single second of his life with you. He wants to watch the stars reflect in your eyes every night, he wants to take you on expensive dinners and shopping trips, give you everything you ask for, visit new places together, and make every single dream of yours come true. Because just as much as you were his, he was also yours. And if others tried to get in the way of that, he would simply have to get rid of them. It's going to be just the two of you for eternity, no matter what. He will make sure of that.

He smiled at the sound of your voice, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Patience, angel.”

He undressed himself, stroking his cock a few times before sitting down on the bed next to you. He softly cupped your face in the palms of his hands and kissed you. His hands slowly made their way down your body, making sure to not leave a single inch untouched. His hands came to an eventual halt a few inches from your soaking entrance. You bucked your hips against his fingers in an attempt for him to continue. He chuckled at your desperation, before sliding two fingers inside of you.

"God, you're soaked for me already. I don't even think you need any prep." He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before retracting them completely, and slowly licking them clean with a moan. He straddled your hips placing his cock at your entrance and gripping your waist firmly.

"Tell me how badly y'want it, angel. Tell me how badly you want me." The words escape your mouth before you can even think about it. "Please Ren. I need you." A sly smirk appeared on his face. "Please what? What do you need? Use your words baby."

"I need you to fuck me Ren plea-" before you could even finish your sentence Ren was already thrusting himself inside you, groaning loudly at the way your soft walls hugged his member. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust and started moving –at a pace a bit rougher than his usual- after you gave a confirming nod.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips, as Ren continues fucking into you roughly like his life depends on it. He whimpers every time your walls clench around his cock.

Ren shamelessly moans out your name, while moving one hand to cup your face, and the other towards your clit, using his skilled fingers to rub it in circles. He's being so rough, yet so gentle at the same time.

"Keep making those pretty sounds for me f'me baby. Fuck you feel so good." He moans into the crook of your neck before gently biting into the skin there, leaving marks all over you.

He continues thrusting into you, searching your eyes after he decides he's left enough marks on your throat. His eyes glisten with something so utterly intense and passionate it leaves you speechless.

You close your eyes for a while, getting lost in way his cock slams in and out of you, and the way his slender fingers work on your clit, until you hear Ren calling out your name again. "Look at me baby, you're close, aren't you?" You try to answer him, but all you can manage is a nod and more jumbled moans. "Then cum for me angel."

The knot in your stomach tightens, and before you can even think about it you can feel yourself falling over the edge.

He works you through your orgasm, making sure you get to ride it out entirely. Once you start to shake from overstimulation, his hands move back down to grab your hips again on the same spot where marks are already beginning to show from his previous hold and

Ren's movements become frantic. "That's it baby, fuck." Ren lets out a mixture of whimpers and mumbled "I love You's" as he reaches his own peak and fills you up.

Ren pants into the crook of your neck while you both come down from your high. He doesn't back up. He clings to you, as if he fears you might disappear the moment he lets go, pushing his face a little further into your hair, his fingers tightening around your waist. After a few seconds, he takes a moment to quickly undo the bindings around your wrists. He massages the area that was bound, placing the softest kisses onto it before settling his head back in its prior spot.

Everything seemed peaceful, but you could tell something was off. He was somehow holding you even tighter than usual and the soft exhales of breath gliding down the side of your neck held something unspoken.

You reach up, one hand softly stroking through his hair, as you put your other on his face in an attempt to get him to look up to you. His face remained buried deep into the crook of your neck, a few quick sobs escaping his lips. You kiss him temple, waiting a few moments, knowing he usually doesn't like to show this more emotional side of himself, let alone talk about it. "Ren, what's wrong?" You ask him in the softest, most angelic voice.

He tries to choke back a response but ends up a stuttering mess. You place both your hands on his face now, making him look up at you with teary eyes. "It's okay, I'm here Ren, can you take some deep breaths for me?"

Ren does as he's asked, and eventually his breathing steadies. You wipe a few stray tears that still lingered on his rosy cheeks. "What's wrong?" You whisper again, so quiet he almost missed it.

"I- I just-" he begins slowly. "I missed you so much." He hesitates for a second, but a quick encouraging nod of your head makes him continue. "When you're not here with me, when you're with someone else, it feels as if all the air is ripped out of my lungs. It's like the moon and all the stars have disappeared from the sky and I'm left in complete darkness. I-” He looks up at you. “I just need you angel. I love you so much.”

Your eyes start to tear up at his words, you pull his face to yours and kiss him. “I love you too Ren, more than anything. Please don’t ever doubt that.” You wipe away the tears that fall from his eyes. “I’m not going to just disappear if I'm away for a few yours. I'll always come home to you. Please just let me know whenever you feel like this, okay?” Ren nods and kisses you again, before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his chest.

There are some more kisses and quiet words exchanged between the two of you before you both drift to sleep, dangled in each other's arms.

#14 days with you #14 days with you redacted #14dwy #14 days with you ren #ren x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere visual novel #yandere x you #obsessive love #yandere drabble

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missmielyhoran · 10 months

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Little Helpers

Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...

90sRockstar!Harry × Reader

A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s

Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist

*****

It was your birthday.

And Harry was struggling.

You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.

To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.

Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.

Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.

But that wasn't the problem right now.

The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.

It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.

(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)

He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.

Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.

"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.

"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"

The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.

"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.

Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.

"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.

He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.

He hopes he can do it.

*****

Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.

"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.

"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.

"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.

"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.

He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.

Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.

He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.

Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.

The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.

Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.

"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.

"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.

"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.

*****

There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.

Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.

Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.

Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.

Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.

"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.

"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.

"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.

You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.

"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.

You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.

"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.

Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.

This is all you ever wanted.

*****

I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.

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byuljoonie · 7 months

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moonlight // knj

I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…

word count: 5k+ (sorry)

warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism

summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)

note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)

My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.

I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.

Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.

I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.

I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.

“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.

“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.

“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.

“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.

“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.

I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.

“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.

As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.

Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.

After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.

I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.

His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.

I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.

I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.

Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.

Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)

Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…

Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.

I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.

Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*

Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe

Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.

Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.

I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.

“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.

I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.

I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.

“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.

“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.

I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.

“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.

“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.

We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.

Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.

Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.

Me: I think I fucked up lol

Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)

Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.

“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.

I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.

I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.

Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.

I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.

We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.

“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.

“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.

My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.

I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.

“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.

Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.

“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.

He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.

“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.

“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.

I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.

I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.

Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.

“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.

“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.

I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.

He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.

“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.

Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”

I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”

That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.

With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.

Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.

Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.

“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.

“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.

Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.

“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.

His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.

The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.

I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.

The end.

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badingsm · 6 months

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I have a thought for a fic for the mama daddy Nat series

How about after giving birth to this pregnancy (if I’m not wrong they are twins) she goes to train some day and overhears some agents saying that now she is not fit to be an avenger and that she is a whore.

So obviously she is sad Nat realises and tries to know what made us sad and when we finally tell her she goes mad.

Warnings: Mentions of depression, body shaming, body hating (?), foul words, body insecurity, hurt/comfort fic (?)..

The twins' journey with you and Natasha as their parents (even unborn) is quite a rollercoaster ride because of the sleepless nights that you and Natasha had. You have spent your night craving things or just having uncomfortable back pain while Natasha wakes because you told her to do so.

"Babe, I'm getting some fresh air with the twins." Natasha's head poked adorably against the door as you lay there with your blanket-clad body. "You should sleep in because you weren't able to sleep last night, okay?"

"Mm, thanks," You mumbled groggily. "Take care."

"Of course, baby." She entered the room, giving you a peck on your lips. "What are your plans for the day, though?"

"I'm planning on going back to the gym." You sighed with your eyes closed, silently feeling your postpartum belly against your oversized shirt. "I feel fat."

"Baby." Natasha frowned. "You are so beautiful, my love."

"I said I feel fat, not that I feel ugly." You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Go take the walk with the babies."

Natasha kissed you once more and said, "Okay, see you later."

"Mhm."

"Hell." You muttered underneath your breath, panting because you've been running for half an hour on the treadmill already and you're already sweating profusely.

"You know, Natasha deserves better." You distinctly heard a woman's voice from your side, making you tighten your hood further as you stayed quiet, listening to their conversation. "I mean, have you seen Y/n lately? She looks like a sixty-year-old woman with thirty or more children already! Disgusting! I bet she's a whore now because no one will like her anymore and she would just be willing to give herself to everyone, get what I mean?"

"True!" Another woman's voice was heard, lowering your hood further and slowing down your pace. "She looked so haggard. I mean, she's not fit to be an Avenger anymore, and everyone knows that! Even Natasha does!"

And they laughed and laughed and laughed.

Soon, you cannot bear to listen to their insults because usually you'd shove some words and actions with their insults, but right now, you feel deeply affected because those words are your reality.

Being a mom of three took some toll on you. Of course, every single one of them depends on you, especially the 5-month-old twins, and as a mother, you definitely want to prioritize your children's needs before your own, so you don't have time to fix yourself anymore.

It didn't help that you've been having your postpartum depression again, and it's worse because every time you look into the mirror, you see everything that makes you cry.

"Baby?" Natasha knocked carefully while you were in the bathroom. The water had been running from the shower for about an hour now, and Natasha had gotten back half an hour ago, and she was dreading seeing you again. "Y/n, are you okay there?"

"Fine." You cleared your throat. "Be out in 10."

"I've picked up some takeouts on the way home." Your wife had informed you, making you grimace to yourself because you've already planned on just having a tea for lunch and your dinner today. "Your favorite food is waiting for you downstairs, okay?"

"Um, yeah, okay, thanks!"

You let your swollen face and red nose have a little rest so you wouldn't go out looking like a clown to your wife.

"Hey." You greeted Natasha as she played with the twins' fingers.

"Hi, baby," Natasha mumbled lowly, thankfully still not noticing your slightly bloodshot eyes. "Ready to eat now—hey, what's wrong?"

And she noticed.

"Huh?" You averted your gaze, completely avoiding her eyes because you just know that she's looking so worried right now, and you don't want to see that look on her face because it will only make you cry.

"Baby, why were you crying?" She grabbed your face, her thumbs brushing your cheeks softly. "Are you hurt?"

"No." You shook your head stubbornly. "I'm okay."

"You're not." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Come on, I don't want us to be under the same roof, pretending to be all okay while the other is suffering, alright? Please."

"Natasha." You clenched your jaw, feeling the burn of the incoming tears, but you tried your best to fight them back. "I... how can you still love me?"

Her brows wrinkled in confusion. "What do you mean, moya lyubov?"

"I'm ugly, fat, disgusting, whore, slut, terrible-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Natasha pursed her lips. "That's a foul. What are you talking about, baby? You're not disgusting or fat or ugly or whore or terrible at all! Jesus, as cheesy as this sounds, if I could just lend my eyes to you so you could see how much I adore and love you—God, I wouldn't think twice about doing it."

"Lies." You shook your head.

"Seriously, where is this all coming from?"

"Nobody."

"You're lying." Natasha glared, and now it's your turn to look confused. "Well, first, I'm a spy. Observing is my job. Second, you're my wife; I know you. Third, you either bite your side lips when you're lying or have some crinkle between your brows."

"Pfft, me, no!" You denied. "I'm good."

"You're not. Tell me." She begged, "Please, baby. I just don't want to see you hurt."

You gritted your teeth, breathing in and out, when she flashed you a look that almost looked like she's a kicked puppy who's begging for food.

"Fine." You gave in, "Heard some agents while I was working out. They said these mean words, and I didn't want it to get into me, so I left, but as I headed back here, everything came cripling in. My insecurities have eaten me, and I feel so tired of dealing with them.."

"Baby," Natasha sympathized, "I told you and I will keep telling you endlessly—you're perfect in my eyes and nothing or no one can change my perspective. Now, you're saying you're insecured with your invisible flaws? Let me be your security guard so those intrusive thoughts of yours won't go up against you. Давай, дорогой, обопрись на меня.."

And you cried.

Touched by her words, assurance, and love.

"Thanks, Nat." You sighed, suddenly feeling a weight being lifted away from your shoulders. "You're the best."

"I know," She smirked cockily. "Now, now, I'm going to get some people fired for letting my baby be hurt like that. They need to be taught some lessons, you know."

"Nat, no need-"

"I got you, Y/n/n."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #soft natasha romanoff #marvel

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b1ackbunny · 6 months

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TAKE IT ALL

A Monika Shin Oneshot

paring: gf!monika shin x fem!reader

synopsis: you and monika have been dating for years. she’s been your person since the beginning, and you’ve been hers. for the past few months, you’ve barely talked to her, much less seen her although you two live together. she’s been caught up with work and you’ve been understanding. that was until she forgot about your fourth anniversary.

word count: ≈ 2.4k

warnings: ANGST!!!, like I’m talking gut wrenching, nausea, strong language, feelings are hurt, mention of knives, monika is a d1 asshole here, angst with sad ending, if my english is bad here I'm sorry

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a/n: this is so self-indulgent bc I've been feening for some angst 🧎‍♀️ also I was listening to adele and sam smith while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏽 my heart physically hurted writing this I’m so proud (pun intended)

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The obnoxious ticking of the timepiece above the door constantly sounded, finding humor in your current situation. It was a little after 10 o'clock at night, and you were still waiting for your girlfriend to return.

Sure, the past few months have been a little rocky, but you've been understanding. Her schedule has been hectic with different events to attend, choreographies to work on, and classes to teach.

But this was different. You’ve tried as hard as you could to stay supportive and compassionate, though the minimal communication was eating you alive. You’ve tried so hard to give her the benefit of the doubt.

But this was different. It was your fourth anniversary and where was the woman you were supposed to be spending it with? Nowhere to be found. Except, that’s not entirely correct.

You knew where she was. You saw it on Lip J’s Instagram story a few hours ago. She had gone out with a couple of friends to a nightclub downtown, ignoring each and every one of your calls.

At this point, you were more tired than mad, but you were still very aggravated. You and Monika had only talked to each other once today, on one of the most special days in your year.

It was that morning when you passed each other in the kitchen. You asked her to come home earlier because you had something “special” planned for her. She agreed before kissing you goodbye and walking out the door.

There were no signs that she had forgotten what today was. None at all. You went the whole day giddy and excited about that afternoon. Your co-workers teased you for your excitement, but nothing they could say was able to wipe the smile off of your face.

After work, you stopped by the grocery store to pick up ingredients for the special dinner you planned to make for the two of you. Ironically, it was Monika’s favorite dish. You had to substitute some factors for the second-best thing since the store ran out, but it still tasted the same.

You rushed home to begin cooking the meal before she got back. You were even dancing around the kitchen while cooking and looking back, you feel like an idiot at your excitement. At around 6:30ish, you sent her a text asking if she was on her way and received no reply.

You shrugged it off and started setting the table, assuming that she was finishing up her last class. After thirty minutes you decided to text her again and received no reply.

That's when you started calling, but she didn't pick up. You begin feeling worried, the worst scenarios coming to mind. You called around and found out that Monika was safe and healthy, but just not picking up your phone calls.

This is when you started feeling irritated. Your girlfriend of four years was ignoring you on your anniversary and it made your blood boil. But then, (maybe it was the delusional part of you that took control) you started to think she was just pulling a prank on you.

She would burst through the door at any moment now with a gift and your favorite flowers in tow, a bright cheesy smile adorning her features. But when you saw Lip J’s story, your fantasies came to a halt.

Now, you were sitting at the decorated table alone. The food had gone cold a while ago and the slow-melting candles were lighting your emotionless face. You were hurt. How dare she? How could she?

Every year without fail, neither of you had ever forgotten this sacred day. No matter the amount of work either of you had, you made sure to make time for each other on this day.

So this just confirmed how rocky things had recently been. You were lost in your thoughts when from the corner of your eye, you saw the door open. Your gaze slowly trailed from the wall to the front door where Monika had walked in.

You felt nauseous, the hurt and heartache getting to you. “I made you dinner.” You emotionlessly stated as Monika locked the door. She turned toward your seated figure and glanced at the table before looking back at the door.

“I'm not hungry,” Monika muttered, exchanging her shoes for her slippers by the door. You scoffed and humorlessly chuckled, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

Monika directed her gaze back toward you, finally taking notice of the tense environment. With a sigh, she dropped her duffel bag on the couch, mumbled a ‘fine’, and moved toward the table.

Before sitting down, she dipped her head to kiss your cheek. But, before she was able to reach it, you moved your head out of the way. She looked at you with furrowed brows and tried again, but you repeated your motions.

Her eyes darted across your face, observing your stone-cold expression before giving up and sitting in her seat. She took a bite of her serving and instantly started criticizing, “It's cold.” “Something tastes different.”

You mindlessly hummed at her statements, taking a sip of wine and keeping your eyes trained on the picture that hung on the wall behind her. Funny enough, it was a picture of you two on your second anniversary.

The two of you took a week-long vacation to Jeju Island in honor of that special day. How things have changed. “Interesting choice of wine…” Monika mumbled and that's when you decided you had enough.

You pushed your chair out and stood up, taking both plates and moving toward the trash bin. “What the fuck is your problem?” Monika exclaimed as she followed your figure.

You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your lips, dropping the plates onto the counter above the bin. “What's my problem? I made your favorite fucking food and all you did was critic every aspect of it.

There was no ‘thank you’ or ‘I appreciate you slaving away in the fucking kitchen for me as soon as you got home from work’.” You stressed every syllable, dropping the food in the trash as your voice grew louder.

“Is that what this is about? The food?” You were quick to respond to Monika’s words, spinning towards her after you reached the sink. “It's not about the food! Don't you see? I wanted to spend time with you today!

I asked you to come home early today and what did you do? You went to a fucking nightclub with your friends.” You're voice cracked a little, and you wanted to slap yourself for getting this vulnerable.

The look on Monika’s face only got you more heated. It was obvious she found your statement unreasonable as she let out a dry laugh. “Wow, I didn't know I couldn't spend time with my friends anymore. Why are you being so fucking clingy?”

Monika’s words felt like a bullet straight to your heart and your eyes began to water. You kept your tears at bay but the glisten in your eyes revealed the truth. “Stop it. I'm not being clingy. You agreed to come home early today and you didn't.” Your voice got dangerously low as you approached the other side of the kitchen island that Monika was behind.

“Well, sue me for wanting to have a little fun. I didn't know I had to be with you every second of the day.” Monika’s voice rose as she spewed her words covered in sarcasm. “But you're not! You're not here with me every second of the day. You're not even with me for an hour a week.” You cried out.

“So what? Just because I don't see you every day means I can't have a social life? Newsflash, I have a life outside of you, y/n.” Monika matched your volume, slightly leaning over the table.

“That’s not what I’m saying. You're not even listening to me! We're a couple, Monika! When you say you're going to be home early to spend the evening with one another, you're supposed to mean it!” No matter how loud you talked, you couldn't get through to her.

“You’re being ridiculous! Since I’m dating you, I can’t have any friends?” “That’s not what I’m saying! You’re twisting my words.” “It’s like you’re dating me to control me. Is that what it is?” You were shocked by the words that your girlfriend was saying.

Is that how she truly felt or was she just saying that from the anger? More tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you slowly shook your head. “You don’t mean that.” Monika rounded the counter to step closer to you, but it was like she was a stranger.

You couldn't recognize the woman standing in front of you. “Oh, I mean it. I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you treat me? I can't have fun with my friends and I have to be with you whenever I'm not working?” You took a couple of steps back at Monika’s words.

“Stop.” You breathed out, gripping the edge of the counter. You were starting to feel nauseous again. “Stop what? Telling the truth? It was like you came into my life to ruin it. Is that what you want?

To ruin my life? Because you are. You're making a fucking hellhole out of it.” Monika yelled and her words cut like knives. The tears started to slowly glide down your face. “Don’t be a bully. You're being a bully.” Your tone was hushed and you couldn't take your eyes off of Monika’s.

It was like they had an iron grip on you. Her walls were up, and it was clear she was in defense mode. Nothing you could say or do could bring them down.

“This isn't how tonight was supposed to go. I just wanted to spend time with you today. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to wait around like an idiot for you.” Your gaze flickered between Monika’s eyes and you saw nothing had changed.

“No, you wanted to ambush me. This was an ambush.” You let out a heavy sigh at what your girlfriend had said, wiping the tears away. “No that is not what this is. Monika, please listen to me. There's been this distance between us for the past couple of months and I've been trying so hard to be understanding-”

Monika was quick to cut you off. “What happened to make you act like this? You've never been this unbearable throughout the entirety of our relationship, so what changed?”

There was a moment of silence where you just looked down at the floor. You contemplated even bringing up today to the stranger standing in front of you. Your breaths were shallow as you looked back into Monika’s unwavering gaze.

“Do you even remember what today is?” Monika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “What? Are you going to lie and say it's your birthday? Because we both know-” This time you were the one to cut her off, your voice low and as steady as it could be given the tears you were holding back for dear life. “It's our anniversary.”

A prolonged pause occurred and the silence was deafening. You saw Monika’s eyes soften at the revelation. “Baby, I'm so sorry. With work and everything-”

“Don’t start with the bullshit excuses, Monika. I have work too, we both do. I'm not just sitting at home twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to come home.” Your voice was steady and you scoffed at the solemn look on Monika’s features.

There was a whirlwind of emotions you were feeling, the most prominent were agitation, sadness, hurt, and exhaustion. “I carved time out of my day to make today special and all I asked was for you to come home early, to which you agreed but didn't live up to your word.” Monika was silent now and her eyes seemed to grow glossy.

She moved closer to you, reaching to grab your hand but you moved away from her before she could do so. “C'mon, can we talk about this tomorrow? We're both tired-” You shook your head, instantly shutting down Monika’s idea.

“No, we’re going to talk about this now. Do you even realize the shit you said to me? How hurt my feelings are?” Your eyes squinted in disbelief as all Monika could do in response was swallow and spew fake apologies. You shook your head and looked at Monika. Like, really looked at her.

You still couldn't recognize the person she had become. You regained your composure and took a deep breath. It was your turn to stop being vulnerable and start building your walls back up.

“I think we should take a break.” Monika looked completely bewildered at your words. “What do you mean? No, we're not doing that. Absolutely not.” Monika grabbed your hands before you could move them away, holding them to her mouth and kissing them as she spoke.

Your eyes began to gloss over again and you shook your head, slowly pulling your hands from Monika’s grasp. “We have to. It might be that we've been together for too long, but what you said today… I know you meant it. At least a little bit.” Tears started to roll down both of your faces and Monika quickly shook her head, spewing ‘no’s’ and apologies.

Although the two of you were standing face to face, you couldn't be farther apart. You wiped her tears and stared at her before moving toward the shared bedroom. You felt horrible inside, the sick feeling that never left was more prominent. You grabbed your wallet and keys before moving back toward the main section of the apartment.

Monika was still begging you to stay, saying how she would change and how she was sorry but you couldn't stay. After tonight, there was a cement wedge pushed between you two that would take a lot of work to get rid of.

You still loved her, that was a given, but you needed some time to heal before mending your relationship. You unlocked the door and looked back at the girl.

She was still crying and you almost listened to your heart that told you to stay, but your mind was too loud. You caressed her cheek and wiped the tears that spilled, leaving her with a teary smile before leaving the apartment.

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 3 months

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DAY 15- «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute, last part.

To @blairamok. Thanks for everything...!

Please, listen to this?

"Our love is..."

I, I can't get these memories out of my mind And some kind of madness has started to evolve And I, I tried so hard to let you go But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole

I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you mean...

And now, I need to know, is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?

And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had It's like some kind of madness was taking control

And now I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized What you need

But now I have finally seen the end And I'm not expecting you to care, no That I have finally seen the light And I have finally realized

I need to love...!

...I need to love.

Come to me just in a dream Come on and rescue me Yes, I know, I can't be wrong

And baby, you're too headstrong Our love is

...Our Love is Madness, yeah.

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Hello, dear Good Omens fam ^_^

I hope you enjoyed this last fantasie of mine as much as I did. Thanks so much for reading until here. It means a lot to me. Thanks to @blairamok for blessing us with his wonderful AU! I wish you the best, dear!

I have some family duties for a few days and I'll have to travel, so I don't know if I will be able to draw/publish any Daily Challenges for a while. Maybe this is just the sign that I HAVE to go back to simple things, simple challenges, simple ideas, just like at the beginning.

That was one Hell of a journey until now. Thank you all for following me in this challenge. I am learning so much while having fun. Aaand a little bit of pressure too - because HEY ANXIOUS PERSON, that's what I am - but it's almost always a good kind of pressure.

I have drawn more in two weeks that I have ever had in 10 years. This is such a relief to be able to do it, and such a wonderful thing to share my art with you and have your feed-back. Please, please, never stop telling me what you like and what you want me to draw! l would love to read any Challenge Ideas in the tags/comments section.

As for me, I'll try to never stop drawing, ever again.

Have a wonderful day/evening, my dear GO fam.

Elenthya

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges. or 3-4 hours because it a Tribute to - 8 hours. EIGHT. HOURS. One-shot. Yeah, I know. Time to think about my own rules. Or, no Tribute works for a while. Plus, I love their figure but Crowley face drove me mad. Ugh.

Today's theme chosen by me:

Well, the song speaks for itself, doesn't it? :-) I previously wanted to use "Glorious" because this one is my favourite above all MUSE songs - the instrumental, the voices, everything in this song transports me. But the more I was trying to use the lyrics for this artwork, the more it feels inaccurate. So... Sorry, dear "Glorious". Another time. ;-)

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yuna542 · 8 months

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💫Drabble Challenge💫

~Unbelievable~

By @marked-unknown

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Sexualising, Mentions of Sex, Swearing

Word Count: 5.8k

Note: I know it’s cheesy and cliché but I couldn’t help myself. Would love to be forced into a long bus drive with Han. ^^

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„He reminds me of this annoying (but very charming) kid in a bus that tries to make you laugh when all you want to do is listen to your sad, depressing emo songs, pretend like you are in a sad music video and read your book (like Picture of Dorian Gray or some french poetry). You are stuck in that bus for couple of hours and there he is - making jokes, giving you snacks, making stupid faces, asking you to read the book out loud for him and so on, until he succeeds and you laugh and talk to him.“

"This seat is taken!" you snapped at the young man with the light hazelnut hair and unnaturally cute face who was about to push aside your bag on the seat next to you. Almost in a panic, you had your arm pressed down on the pile and were glaring at him in warning.

"Really? I don't see anyone here..." he replied dryly, sliding the headphones off his ears so they were around his neck.

You were getting angry again just looking at him. Han Jisung was the most annoying person on the planet, and after a day like this, exactly the last thing you needed.

"Just sit somewhere else!" you hissed at him and he just snorted and dropped onto the pair of seats in front of you where he put his backpack down, only to turn back to you and continue to annoy you, even though all you wanted was your peace and a quiet bus ride to feel sorry for yourself.

The day was already shitty enough, you didn't need his help to make things worse. In fact he did already enough.

"Are you mad about the suitcase? I didn't do it on purpose," he started a conversation with you again, while you pointedly pulled out your airpods and put one in your ear to finally block out his voice.

„It is your own fault. You should have just let me help but you're always so stubborn..."

You sighed in annoyance and put the other headphone in your ear as well. Then you picked a song on your phone. Han finally turned back to the front, apparently having finally realized that you weren't in the mood to talk to him. You looked out of the bus window and watched the other passengers who loaded their suitcases into the bus and also looked for seats. It was already noon, although the bus should start early at 10. Everything was running late and you could only hope to arrive at the hotel in time to try on your dress and prepare for the bachelor party. Otherwise you wouldn't get much sleep tonight. Your best friend was getting married tomorrow and you were the main bridesmaid in charge of planning the party. However, it all took place at a resort by the sea and the bus ride there took several hours. She didn't tell you until the last second that Jisung, her annoying big brother, would also be traveling with you. She knew exactly that you didn't get along very well. When he stood on the platform and waved to you, you would have liked to throw your suitcase right onto the road and yourself right after. Your nerves were already strained and a bus ride of several hours with Jisung sounded like hell. However, this was for your best friend and so you had swallowed your frustration and had been silently putting your suitcase away when he suddenly grabbed it. You ripped it back and had looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"For God's sake let go of the suitcase Jisung!"

"Let me help you," he said, and what should have been a friendly gesture, today made you go full crazy.

"I can do this by myself! Hands off!"

You tried to snatch the suitcase out of his hands again, but he was just as stubborn as you and always trying to tease you to the edge of bursting. Another reason why you probably had friction again and again. He continued to hold the suitcase, trying to pry it out of your hands.

"Just give it to me! Don't be like that!"

By now you were being eyed by the other passengers and the conversations around you died down as you fought like wild dogs over the suitcase, like the last bit of meat.

"Fucking let go you idiot!" you shouted, shoving the suitcase at him with a jerk so that it slammed against his chest. You're face was already glowing with embarrassment.

"I'm just trying to be nice, you ungrateful crumb!" he grumbled back, and as you both ripped at the suitcase at the same time, the clasp snapped and the zipper ripped open with a loud rattling sound. In a whirl of chaos and colorful fabric, the entire contents of your suitcase spilled out onto the dirty floor and you froze, stunned and on the verge of screaming out loud. Jisung's eyes were as big as plates, stammering something akin to an apology, while the other people around you began to murmur and whisper. You wanted to sink to the ground in shame, scream at Jisung or punch him in the face, but instead you just knelt down in a panic and tried to stuff your things back into the suitcase with your head buzzing. Because of the stress, you only noticed after a few seconds that Jisung was also kneeling next to you and collecting your things.

He didn't dare to say anything, until he held a red lace bra in his hands and actually pulled out the matching panties.

"Holy shit... What are you up to with these?" he asked with the more than erotic thong in his hand, which was basically all lace. He opened his mouth to say something stupid again, looking at you incredulously, but by then you were already ripping your underwear out of his hands and throwing them into the suitcase with the last pair of pants, and slammed it shut emphatically.

Without looking at him again, you had boarded the bus until he finally stood next to you again to get on your nerves.

As the bus began to move, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief and leaned your head against the window. While Lana Del Ray sang the sad melodies through your headphones and you watched the landscape go by, you tried to sink deeper and deeper into your melancholic mood. Because that's exactly what you needed right now. You had every right to gaze dreamily out the windows like in a movie and mourn over the crappy day.

"What are you listening to?"

Annoyed, you groaned as Jisung pushed his head between his two seats before you and eyed you curiously with his sparkling eyes. When you didn't answer, but stubbornly continued to look out the window so you wouldn't have to keep looking at that cute face, you felt his penetrating gaze continue on you.

"Aren't you going to talk to me? I asked you a question. Babe don't ignore me. You know that's useless..."

You tried to just tune him out, but this became more difficult with every second he stared through the seats with puffy cheeks and pouted lips, making you blush whyever. So you couldn't concentrate on the song, or your gloomy mood.

"Are you bored, Ji? Don't you have something better to do than annoy me?" you sighed, and the fact that you were finally talking to him he was clearly chalking up as a win.

"Actually, the battery in my headphones died... So I wanted to make a little conversation. And I'm bored."

You should have guessed.

Jisung has never been able to sit still except when he was asleep or listening to music. He always had to do something. Singing, dancing, or just talking nonsense. He had always been like that. Full of energy and charm. Never to be stopped and always with his head through the wall.

"Sounds like a personal problem. Then find someone else to annoy," you said, and he just grinned wryly.

"I only know you here though and you're always so cute when you're angry. Yes! Exactly like that, when you scrunch your nose like that!"

Quickly you averted your eyes, swallowed and tried to get rid of the rising heat from your cheeks. He was driving you increasingly insane. How you could endure five more hours with him was a mystery to you. Only an hour later, you were engrossed in your book. Jisung had fallen asleep. Thank God. Although the book was really good and you enjoyed the quiet moments, you kept catching yourself peeking between the seats and when you smiled at the sight of the dozing idiot, you quickly shook your head and averted your eyes again. He looked really cute when he was this quiet. His long eyelashes cast dark crescents on his cheeks and his plush lips were slightly pouted in sleep.

You tried to focus on the book again. It was a really sensual book. Full of romance, betrayal and a whole lot of eroticism. You were in your own world, the letters blurred into pictures before your eyes and you were completely absorbed in the story. Just as things were getting heated, you flinched violently as Jisung's voice suddenly tore through the film in your mind like a bolt of lightning and threw you back into reality. Suddenly you were back on the rattling bus full of strangers and your annoying companion.

"What are you reading?"

"A book. I know you probably don't know what that is," you replied a little meaner than you really wanted to. You didn't know yourself why you were projecting your anger and disappointment of the last days onto him, but he didn't really make it easy for you either.

Jisung tilted his head to read the title and the back of the book.

"You can read it to me..."

Suddenly he got wide-eyed and you already rolled your eyes, because you knew exactly what was coming now.

"Is this an erotic novel?" he exclaimed louder than necessary. The old couple in the seats next to you looked at you disturbed and the moment you embarrassedly looked around he used and snatched the book out of your hand. Much too late you jumped up and grabbed just the air. He stretched so that you couldn't reach him over the seats and read the page you had just been on.

"Give me that!" you hissed in panic, knowing exactly what he was reading. The scene was hot, violent, and in fact filthy porn.

"What the hell! This kind of things exist in books?", it escaped Jisung and he couldn't take his eyes off the page.

"Jisung! Please!" you pleaded, and by now you were bent over the back of the seat.

He looked at you, grinning at the desperation on your face. You were embarrassed and never wanted to look him in the eye again.

"Is that what you're into? With bondage and spanking?" he asked a little more softly, one eyebrow raised provocatively but he sounded genuinely interested.

"Shit, that's not funny..." you mumbled, and that's when he finally let you take the book out of his hands. As fast as you could you stowed it away in your bag. By now he was sitting turned around again in his seat right in front of you and had his arms crossed over the backrest.

"I remember when my sister and you were secretly watching 50 Shades of Grey and got caught. Your face was just as red then," he smirked, poking your cheek with his finger.

"Shut up!" you whispered, dejected by the shame. Quickly, you crossed your arms and looked out the window again. It was afternoon by now. In a few hours you would finally arrive and then you could avoid him. The rumbling in your stomach, while he continued to look at you with glittering eyes and without averting his gaze, became worse and worse. That's when he held out a bag of chips to you, but you declined, shaking your head.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, causing you to look up. Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, you frowned in confusion.

"Huh?" was the only thing you could get out. His face was so close to yours that you could see the golden speckles in the chocolate brown of his eyes. Even up close, he was unnervingly attractive.

"Why have you been in such a bad mood all day? You never turn down snacks. What happened?"

"I'm not," you replied quickly. Too quickly. You've always been lousy at lying and Jisung knew you too long to fall for it.

"Oh yeah, so you're always this mean?" he asked, resting his cheek on the back of his hand that was laying on the backrest.

His open curiosity without any condemnation, made you sigh. Why would you lie? You could tell him. Maybe he would laugh at you, but then at least you would have gotten it off your chest.

"I got stood up. I had a date yesterday and he didn't show up."

Han tapped his finger thoughtfully on the blue cushion.

"Maybe he had a good reason," he considered, and that he was trying to cheer you up made you smile.

"It was the third time..."

Directly he got big eyes and pulled his eyebrows together.

"Oh," he mumbled, not knowing what to say to that. Just like you. It was humiliating to wait a whole hour in that cafe just to get a curt message without a explanation. Again.

You looked down at your hands kneading them in your lap, lost in thought.

"I really thought this time it would work out... He was really nice and attentive at first. Turned out he just wanted to sleep with me. I'm so sick of men."

Jisung looked at you concerned and pressed his lips together.

"Yeah... Unfortunately, many men are really too stupid to realize what they're missing. Even if it's right in front of them."

When you looked at him, a bit confused, he averted his eyes and quickly looked out the window. There was a strange tension in the air that you found hard to describe. Like the smell that hung in the air after a thunderstorm.

It sounded like there was more to the words than Jisung wanted to admit, but you were probably just imagining it. Silently, you looked out the window as well, trying not to look in his direction too often, which was becoming increasingly difficult. You had never noticed how handsome he actually was. Friends of yours and his sister's had often said it, raved about Jisung and his charm, but you had always been immune to it. Probably because you grew up so close and he got on your nerves most of the time. But right now you felt this attraction that everyone always described.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you stopped at the next stop and some people got off and others got on. An old lady stopped next to Jisung and pointed to the empty seat besides him and you. Her husband was right behind her.

"Excuse me, are the seats free?"

Jisung smiled his brightest smile directly and before you understood what he was about to do, he said:

"Of course. You can sit here together. I can just sit with my friend."

He gathered his things and came to you, but you just stared at him in bewilderment. Only when the lady and her husband took a seat and said:

"Thank you very much."

You reluctantly pulled your bag from the seat so he could sit down. Now he had made it after all and ignoring him was much harder when he was sitting right next to you.

"You're unbelievable..." you mumbled and he crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back and getting comfortable so his legs pressed against yours.

"I know. I'm amazing," he said with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips.

"That wasn't a compliment...", you replied, but he pretended not to hear it. Shaking your head, you had to force back a smile with all your might. Why did he make you laugh when you really wanted to be angry? So you put your headphones back in your ears and turned the volume up really loud. After a few minutes, he pressed his leg against yours, but you ignored it, trying to ignore the flattering in your chest, but he didn't stop and put a hand on your thigh to squeeze it. Since you were only wearing a skirt, you got goosebumps directly when you felt his warm hand closed directly around your bare skin. Questioningly you looked at him.

"Can I listen too?"

Directly you tried to look unimpressed, even though your heart was beating harder and harder against your ribs. From the moment he sat next to you, you smelled his scent, which had clouded your mind. He smelled like fresh soap, pungent aftershave, and even a bit of lavender. It wasn't fair that he was so perfect.

"No!" you said quickly. You didn't want him to make fun of your taste in music. Just as he was about to answer something, a message lit up on your display. You couldn't stop him from reading it, and your stomach hurt again when you saw the name of the asshole you thought had liked you.

„Sorry I couldn't make it. Want to come over tonight?“

Angrily you threw your head against the back of your seat and took a deep breath to keep from bursting into tears again.

"That asshole... I'm good enough to fuck," you said in agony, and Han looked at you silently for a few seconds before holding out his hand in demand.

"Give me that."

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

A little suspiciously, you frowned but then handed him your unlocked phone. What else did you have to lose?

That's when he opened the camera and set it to selfie mode. Then he held it up so you could both be seen. Directly he put an arm around you, pulled you to his chest until you were nestled against him. Completely perplexed you looked up at him and there he pressed the shutter. His touch made everything inside of you go muddled. You didn't even manage to form a sentence, especially when he didn't take his arm off you, but scrolled through the pictures he had taken with a smile. His fingers left a trail of heat on your ribs.

"What are you doing?" you asked meekly, completely confused by the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You looked cute in the pictures.... In fact, like a... Couple.

"That's not enough," he mused aloud, holding up his phone again to snap a selfie. Then he looked into your eyes so intensely it made your throat choke. He smelled so impossibly good that you almost buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"If we're going to get back at him, we are going to do it right, yea?"

His body was so warm and close and his lips just centimeters away from yours. Suddenly it was like there was no one but you on the bus. Perplexed, you looked up at him and his smile before he pulled your chin closer with his fingers, bridging the last distance, made your heart explode. It took you an eternity to realize his lips were on yours. He kissed you gently, carefully, but so lovingly that your entire body began to tingle. His lips were soft, tasting like chocolate. No better than chocolate. Before you could return the kiss, it was already over. Completely surprised, you could only stare. As if nothing had happened and it was the most normal thing in the world to kiss your sister's best friend, he scrolled through the pictures he had taken during the kiss and showed them to you.

"The picture is a bit blurry we should do it again..." he said with a teasing grin and finally you found your voice again. His eyes were glued to your lips and you gasped as he ran his thumb over your chin and you felt his breath bounce against your lips again, as he leaned forward again.

"Ji!" it escaped you and you pushed him back a little your hand against his chest to get some distance between you. You desperately needed your mind back and with him so close to you, that was impossible. So all you could think about was kissing him again. He made a funny face and dropped back into the seat, chuckling as he typed a message. Then he handed you the phone again and waited for your reaction when you saw the picture and read the message he sent in addition. The pic was hot... He seemed to be all over you, touching you greedy and heated. When you read the message und smiled softly.

„Sorry bro she's already busy. Should have treated her better...“

It was perfect. Thus the ass would realize that you didn't need him and didn't care about him at all. That you weren't a toy he could exploit for his pleasure whenever he wanted. Besides, Jisung also looked insanely hot in the picture holding you, his hair a mess and the tank top showing a bit of his trained figure.

"Thanks..." you said then, unable to suppress a grin of satisfaction. He smiled too and nudged you with his shoulder against yours.

"You're welcome. You shouldn't be hanging out with guys like that. They don't deserve you..." he said and took out his chips bag again, from which you took a whole handful and shoved it into your mouth. Suddenly everything didn't matter and your bad mood fizzled out. All thanks to Jisung.

"But with you or what?" you asked chewing and he watched you with raised eyebrows.

"Well, sure. I'm great! I can sing, play guitar, rap, and I'm gold at League of Legends. What more could you ask for?"

This time, you actually laughed. It was an honest, chuckling laugh, and Jisung beamed even more when he finally heard it again. Then you took the other earpiece of your headphones and silently held it out to him. His leg brushed yours and he pressed it firmly against yours as he took the earpiecee smiling and put it in his ear. You played some songs that he liked and so you ate snacks together, nodded to the music and he even put in a mini dance routine in between where you choked on a crumb from laughing so much, so he patted you on the back for minutes until the old couple even gave you a bottle of water. He told you about the bachelor party that was planned for the groom, his best friend, and you told him the plans for his sister's. Because your best friend was going to marry Jisung's best friend, he was the best man.

"Probably everyone expects us to sleep with each other..."

"What?" you asked a little too loudly.

Jisung just shrugged his shoulders.

"Isn't that a cliché? That groomsmen and bridesmaids sneak away to fuck at a wedding?"

"Even if that's the case... Then why would I... sleep with you?"

His smile was adorable and you were already staring at his lips again.

"Well... The other groomsmen are the groom's 50 year old uncle and his brother who is gay and married."

"Maybe I'm into older men," you said, putting on a serious face as you licked the remaining crumbs from your fingers and looking at him.

For a moment all color drained from his face, until you snorted and he understood that you had made a joke.

"Admit it already, you actually find me irresistible," he said and nudged you in the side with his elbow.

"In your dreams!" you said, and he pouted, playfully offended.

Amused, you looked at him and had to quickly avert your gaze, afraid he might read your traitorous thoughts in your eyes. He finally persuaded you to read along in your book, and he commented on every scene like a sports presenter, meanwhile trying again and again to figure out, confused, how everything described was even possible.

"In which position does all this happen? That's not possible!" he said, and you laughed so much that your stomach started to hurt.

It wasn't long before you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder and when he noticed that, he smiled warmly, took your headphones and cell phone from you to put them aside. Then he put his jacket around you so you wouldn't get cold and your dress wouldn't somehow ride up in your sleep. Unconsciously you snuggled up to him, as he leaned forward to put his jacket around your waist. Astonished, he froze for a moment, looking at you as you dozed off peacefully with your cheek against his chest, enjoying your touch and warmth. When he watched you like this, your body nestled close to his, he noticed how beautiful you were and how much he had enjoyed the last few hours. You're body just felt perfect against his und he had to force everything in him not to touch you. He had laughed more than in the last few months and right now he wanted to kiss you and hold you forever, but he didn't dare. Actually he had never dared to do that before today.

But he could look at you a little longer, enjoy your presence, until everything returned to normal. He didn't know how long he had been watching you and daydreaming, but when your eyelids fluttered and you seemed to slowly wake up, he panicked. He quickly closed his eyes, pretending he had been asleep the whole time.

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes and only when you yawned did you pause. With your heart pounding, you slowly glanced up to see how close you were nestled against Jisung. Fortunately, he was also asleep and didn't seem to notice. Carefully, your face burning with shame, you straightened up a bit. There you felt his arm around your body as it lay limp at your thigh. You tried to calm your breath. How had it come about that you had kissed Jisung and now you were sleeping cuddled together like a couple. As carefully as you could, you released your cheek from his chest, brushed a strand of hair from your face, and noticed the jacket on your legs. It was heavy, smelled pleasantly of him, and you had not put it there. Thoughtfully, you looked again at Jisung, who was sleeping peacefully. Then a thought occurred to you. It was brainless, naive and stupid, and yet everything in you wanted to cuddle up to him again.

After all, he had tucked you in and not woken you up to push you away from him. If you just lay back down, he would dismiss it as an accident, which it originally was. So you moved in slow motion so as not to wake him, as you nestled back into his arm, leaning your head against his chest and wrapping an arm around his stomach. He didn't wake up. Relieved, you relaxed and enjoyed his warmth. It was strange and completely surreal. Then why did you like it so much?

You listened to his heartbeat and breathing, and after a while you realized, confused, that it was faster than usual for a sleeping person. You looked up at him questioningly and when the corners of his mouth lifted, your heart stopped. With his hand wrapped around your body, he suddenly pulled you closer, ran his thumb over your hipbone, and smiled mischievously without opening his eyes. You almost choked on yourself. You felt caught, but he had also only pretended to be asleep. You decided you would have plenty of time to deal with it after, so you snuggled closer to him, closed your eyes, and couldn't help but grin.

When the bus finally reached its destination it was already afternoon, you startled up from your stupor and felt warm and cozy. You rubbed your eyes and broke away from Jisung with a furtive glance at him, who was yawning. The hotels lined the street and to the right and left was a green park with large trees leading towards the entrances of the hotels.

"We're here...", you mumbled and were almost even a little disappointed that the ride was actually over now and with it what had happened between you and Jisung. Whatever that was. You packed up your things and got off the bus. As you did so, you didn't dare look in his direction. The strange feeling in your stomach wouldn't go away and you just didn't understand what was going on with you.

When your suitcases were cleared out, Jisung got his backpack first.

"Do you want me to take your suitcase?" he asked as you heaved it onto the sidewalk.

"Don't you touch it!" you panicked, both of you laughing at the same time as your eyes met. Then you made your way through the park.

"Why did you only bring a backpack?" you finally asked to break the strange silence. The air was heated, smelled like flowers and warm asphalt. Your hotel and that of the bride and other bridesmaids were already looming in front of you at the end of the park. Jisung's was across the street so the bride and groom couldn't meet before the wedding.

"I don't need that much. Clothes I have on, food is there and I have my laptop with me," he said, smiling broadly at you.

"That's insane," you smirked and the closer you got to the hotel, the more restless you became.

"No practically," he replied and as you came to a stop in front of the hotel entrance, you looked at each other silently. Neither of you knew what to say. It was strange but not awkward. Everyone would go to their hotel and then everything was forgotten. Everything you felt, all the chaos and heart palpitations. He ran his fingers through his hair and stepped from one leg to the other.

"Well then see you at the wedding!"

You nodded quickly and your fingers tightened around the handle of your suitcase.

"See you then..." you mumbled. It felt wrong, unfinished and incomplete just to leave. Like you were missing something you'd never realized before. Like you ended the movie right beforehand the big finale. Still, you turned around after looking at his twinkling eyes one last time and he too started walking in the opposite direction. The tension in your chest made you barely breathe. You put one foot in front of the other, smoothed out your dress and tried to convince yourself that you had imagined everything. But that's when you heard behind you:

"Y/N?"

Questioning, you turned around and saw him drop his backpack on the floor and run towards you. You were about to ask if he had forgotten something when he reached you, cupped your face with both hands and almost swept you off your feet as he pressed his lips firmly to yours. Surprised, you staggered, but he held you tight and this time something exploded in your head, but you were too shocked to return the kiss. Instead, you had a thousand question marks in your head. Was this the right thing to do? And if not, why did it feel so incredibly good? Before you could find an answer to the thousand questions, he broke away from you and looked questioningly into your eyes. You could see how nervous he was and he waited excitedly for your reaction.

"I would have regretted it if I hadn't done that. I'm sorry," he murmured, looking at your face in his hands as if trying to memorize every detail one last time. You still tasted him on your lips and gradually you began to understand. Just as he was about to pull away, you grabbed his chest with both hands and clawed your fingers into his shirt. Roughly, you pulled him to you before you could change your mind and listened to your heart for the first time. You kissed him so passionately that both of your breaths stopped, but he didn't hesitate for a second to pull you to him, his hands firmly on your hips. The kiss was full of passion and the built up tension discharged into electrified energy between you. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling lightly until he hummed softly and your lips met again and again until you felt dizzy. As he pulled you closer to his body, until barely a piece of paper could fit between you and you almost lost your footing, the kiss became more sensual, slower. He let his tongue slide over your lower lip until you opened your mouth a little more and your tongues met. It was a heady feeling and you couldn't believe how long you had been blind for your own feelings. That what you wanted all along, someone attentive, loving and kind, was all the time right in front of you.

When you finally broke away from each other breathing heavily, tightly embraced under the canopy of a large oak tree, your eyes just bubbled over with energy. You both began to grin and giggle. You couldn't believe what was happening to you.

"What are we going to do now?" you asked, smiling and pressing your forehead to his. His hands stroked your back, leaving a comforting tingle and your body melted into his as you clasped your hands in his neck.

"I have no idea... Just want to do this forever."

Again you laughed in disbelief and you shook your head barely noticeably.

"You really are unbelievable, Han Jisung," you murmured, and he tilted his head slightly and winked at you.

"Told you."

Directly you rolled your eyes, but couldn't resist pressing another kiss to his lips. For a moment he broke away from your lips to say:

"Let me take your suitcase to your room... I'll be careful this time, I promise."

You snorted softly and stroked your hands over his chest. You felt more comfortable than you had in ages. He looked at you as if you had hung the sun and moon in the sky yourself, and he made you feel like you were beaming with pure joy from the inside out. Wordlessly, you pressed your suitcase into his hand and whispered, your lips just a finger's width from his:

"Just for once."

Spellbound, he waited to feel your lips again, to taste you and never let go, but you took a few steps back and smiled cheekily over your shoulder as you ran up the stairs to the entrance. Somewhat clumsily, he collected his backpack and followed you into the lobby with your suitcase and the widest grin you had ever seen.

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satorqn · 7 months

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satoru never shows up on time. it could be the most dire of situations and he still manages to show up at least 30 minutes late, at minimum. hell, you could even be bleeding out and dying, and you're not even sure he could find it in himself to show up in a timely matter.

it's gotten so bad, you've resorted to giving him fake schedules in an attempt to get him to show up on time.

yes, he needs to be at the classroom at 12, but he's under the impression he has to get there at 10.

but holy hell, satoru never fails to absolutely surprise and disappoint you.

should you listen to the ticks of the clock for another second, you are sure to lose it. a tick for each second, for nearly an hour; that's 3,600 ticks. you had long sent the students out on their way because clearly, today's lesson was not going to happen in a timely matter.

there's much to love about satoru, but in moments like these, where he's testing both your patience and anger, you're not quite sure what you saw in him when agreeing to be his lover.

at this point, it would be better for him to just send a text saying "oops can't make it today!"

and as if on queue, the door slides open, satoru standing in all of his belated glory. "huh?" he does a theatrical scan around the room. "where's everybody? i bought snacks!"

as if to add insult to injury, he holds up a white paper bag and you swear one of your veins pops.

"satoru." you're seething, even satoru can tell, though he's not 100% sure why.

"yeah?"

"i told you to get here at 10."

"yeah, and it's only," he glances down at his watch. "1..."

"..."

an: tbh not sure where i was going with this i was just rewatching and oh my gosh this struck a nerve bc my family is always like this but like tbh i would never get mad at gojo bc hes just to bf to me

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader

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konigenblobbity · 9 months

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Stress Relief

Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: NSFW, kitchen sex, cunnilingus, fingering, tits, nipple pinching, orgasm, slight aftercare

Summary: Even if weren’t a spider swinging from universe to universe saving lives, you too can have bad days. After a particularly infuriating day at work, Miguel turns all his attention on you as he finds away to relieve you of all your worries.

A/n: I’m not a native Spanish speaker, so if something is off with the Spanish grammar or conjugation PLEASE send me a message so I can fix it <3 I am also aware that Miguel is Mexican so there may be specific Spanish vocabulary I should’ve used, again let me know!

A loud thud echoes through the house as you slam the door behind you. Grumbling under your breath as you tear off your shoes, tossing them aside carelessly. There was an intense scowl on your face as you march further into the house, not sure what you were looking for but just needing to move around hoping it would dissipate your anger.

Today was probably one of the worst days at work you’ve ever experienced. Working on a project with co-workers that act like 10 year olds and unfortunately happen to have the same brain power as them. With a huff you found yourself in the kitchen, ripping open a cabinet and grabbing yourself a glass, filling it with water.

“Rough day?” You turn to face the voice, spotting your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen doorframe with his arms crossed. In that moment, for a single second, you weren’t even sure what you were mad about. As if the sight of him calmed the raging ocean in your head… but only for a moment.

A huff leaves you “You have no idea.” Finishing your glass and then leaning back against the kitchen island. Miguel slowly walks over to you, his brows already furrowed in sympathy. “Go ahead and tell me then sweetheart” he says and his voice manages to unclench your fists from the edge of the island.

That’s how it started. You rambling to him about your awful day, leaning back against the island with Miguel’s arms on either side of you, caging you in. However you had no idea where it was going to end up.

“They’re just insufferable! I swear we just started this project and I’m already sick and tired of them” your body was tense as you complained, annoyance clear in your tone. Miguel stood over you as he listened intently, his eyes moving over your figure, seeing just how irritated you were, the frustration that was clear in your posture and tone.

He listened intently to your ramblings, his hands resting on your waist while his fingers rubbed gentle circles into your skin. Letting out soft ‘mhm’s and hums of understanding just so you know he’s paying attention.

“Then they tried to turn it on me! Saying I was being immature and rude when I was the only one who did any work in 4 hours!” As you spoke you felt how Miguel’s hands slid up from your waist under your shirt, large palms caressing your back, relishing in how you melt slightly under his touch. The warmth of them easing your frustrations a little but not stopping your complaining.

As you continued to speak, Miguel then leaned down towards your neck, not very subtly but you try to brush it off. That is until he begins to leave gentle kisses against your skin, his lips causing goosebumps across you. “We even tried to… to” your words trail off as you melt into his touch. You can feel him smirk against your neck as you lose focus.

“Keep talking. I’m listening sweetheart” the low vibration of his voice against your skin made you swallow down the lump in your throat. The pairing of his warm touch against your back and his lips on your neck made your eyes flutter ever so slightly. “How am I supposed to focus when you do this?” You question and he chuckles lightly.

“Theres no harm in trying… come on, tell me more” you pause for a moment but then decide to play along. Going back to rambling about your work but you weren’t as irritated anymore. Body no longer rigid from your frustration, and voice no longer laced with resentment as you spoke. Giving in to the affections Miguel was giving you.

After another minute or so, and since you didn’t stop him kissing your neck, he became more brazen. Shifting his thigh between your own, spreading them apart easily seeing as you weren’t resisting him. The soft hitch in your breath when he did so made him want to tease more, letting out a soft ‘yeah?’ encouraging you to keep talking.

When he ever so slightly rubbed his thigh against your clothed core you felt your rambling slow and body squirm. “Then I told him th-that… fuck Miguel” it was almost shocking how easily he riled you up. Your body no longer tense and your attention was now solely on Miguel.

“Do you want me to stop sweetheart?” His question was sincere, he didn’t want to push any boundaries in fear of making you uncomfortable. He genuinely cared about your frustrations and didn’t want to make it seem as if he wasn’t listening or caring.

You chuckle at his words “If you stop now, that’ll be the most irritating part of my day” making Miguel chuckle out as well. “Understood querida” he teases and you feel him bite at the skin just below your jaw making your heartbeat quicken as you bite you lip to suppress a whimper.

His hands move to your thighs and you feel him lift you up off the ground, placing you up onto the kitchen island. You hum softly as his kisses move down to your collar. His voice low “All of that sounds awful sweetheart… seems you have a lot of pent up frustration” slowly he begins to shift your body to lie down against the island.

“Let me help melt it all away” his voice was low and there was a soft purr in his throat that had you already needy for him. He leans over and captures your lips in a passionate but tender kiss. His lips were ever so slightly brushing against yours, pride filling him at how you tired to lift your head to chase after them.

As he kissed you his hands moved to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them and hooking his thumbs under the fabric. As he begins to tug them down you feel his head pull back, giving you the air to speak. “Oh really? There’s quite a lot of it….” His fingers graze your skin as he tugs your pants down and off your legs.

“You think you can manage?” You tease but your playful attitude dies in your throat as Miguel nibbles at your thighs. “You’ll be eating those words soon enough querida” his nibbles move up your thighs, his hands grasping at each one and slowly spreading them apart, revealing the wet patch of your panties to him.

Lucky for you he didn’t waste time. Miguel loved to tease you till you begged but right now he would do anything you asked to help melt away your worries and stress. This moment would be entirely about you and nothing else. Whatever you wanted, it would be yours.

His fingers hooked under your panties and slipped them down and off your legs. “Go ahead and relax~ Deja que me ocupe de ti.” he spoke softly and then leans forward, licking a stripe up your inner thigh until he reaches your cunt, already slick with need from all his foreplay. (t - Let me take care of you)

When his tongue slides between the folds of your pussy you gasp and your thighs clench down on his head. His growl sends a low vibration against your core before jolting up through your body. His hand simultaneously pinches the skin of your side making you flinch. “Come on~ Keep these thighs open for me” he murmured against you, hands traveling up your stomach.

You nod slightly and unclench your thighs from around his head, keeping your legs open like he asked seeing as his hands were busy tracing up your skin. “There we go… así como así” Miguel’s murmur send electricity through you that has your back arching slightly on the counter. His tongue continues to lap at your pussy, sliding up to your clit and circling it before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. (t - Just like that)

There was a soft smile on your face with your eyes fluttering shut as pleasure courses through you. “Oh yes… that feels good” you moan out and feel Miguel’s hands move further up your body, under your shirt, to grab at your breasts, massaging them gently as he ate you out like a man starved.

When his tongue prods at your entrance you whine and feel him begin to tongue-fuck you with an efficiency that had you squirming on the counter beneath him. Miguel was forced to lean over more as your body begins to shift up the island, away from his mouth because of all your squirming.

“Get back here” he groans as his hands grab your hips and pull your body down, closer to the edge of the island. Placing your legs on top of his shoulders, positioning them so they’re comfortable before diving back between your thighs.

His tongue delved eagerly across your cunt before his lips enclosed around your clit, grazing his teeth against it ever so slightly just to watch you squirm and whimper. Your pleasurable haze was interrupted as Miguel pulled away ever so slightly to speak “What are you so angry about again?”

Your brows furrowed at the seemingly random question “What?” you mumble trying to grind your hips forward at the loss of his mouth. When he doesn’t respond or move you speak again “I-I’m… angry about work?” you answer, in the tone of a question wondering why he suddenly asked that.

Lifting your head slightly, you look down at Miguel and spot the determination burning in his eyes and the mischievous smirk on his lips. “Tsk tsk tsk. Seems I’m not doing a good enough job” before you can process his words you feel one of his fingers press against your entrance and slide inside of you, your slick walls clenching around it instantly.

Your head falls back again and as your mouth falls open, a long moan leaving your lips. Breathing becoming shaky as he begins to move his finger, keeping a steady pace as he thrusts it in and out of you, eyes studying your expression. “Can you still remember now?” He asks but you barely heard it.

Then another one of his fingers slide into your heat beginning to stretch you out with them both. “Hm? How about now cariño?” After his words he leans back down, wrapping his lips around your clit again. That combined with the movements of his fingers made your hands intertwine with his hair, holding his head in place.

“M-Miguel!” You moan out as his fingers curl, your body arching with it. His chuckle making your legs twitch before he speaks, words muffled by you cunt “Eso es lo que quiero escuchar… I want the only thing you remember to be my name” something about the way he spoke had you hazy. (t - That’s what I want to hear)

Miguel’s tongue didn’t stop, neither did his fingers. Not saying another word just so he could listen to the beautiful sounds that echoed through the kitchen. Your pleasure drunk moans and whines of his names mixing with the wet and slick sounds of his fingers fucking you at a brutal pace.

His other hand was still massaging at your breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger causing shaky breaths to fall from your parted lips. Miguel’s eyes were staring up at your squirming figure, face contorted with pleasure and by the trembling of your thighs he knew you were nearing the edge.

“Mmm… you’re close aren’t you sweetheart?” There was a subtle tease in his words you were too dazed to pick up on, just nodding your head and mumbling out breathlessly “Yes! Yesyesyesyes. I’m so close” Miguel purred at your words.

It’s when he pulls away from your clit that you whimper and squirm, thinking he was going to edge you like he often loved to do. “Miguel! N-no! Please don’t do this, pl-“ your pleading was cut short as Miguel kissed at your inner thigh. “Shhhh cariño, don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare take this from you” you then feel him begin to press a third finger inside of you.

“Just wanted a better view” he murmurs but your mind was too lost in the pleasure that overloaded your senses, from all three fingers thrusting in and out of you in a cruel pace. You felt the slightest tinge of embarrassment at how your walls practically welcomed that third finger into you.

As his fingers curled and pressed at your g-spot with each thrust, while his tongue expertly toyed with your clit, your legs trembled and breathing became heavy. Moans falling from your lips like song, broken only by soft cries of Miguel’s name and pleads for him to “Don’t stop!” Telling him how you’re “S-so close!” With a voice that was almost slurred.

He drove you even more mad as he ever so gently nibbled at your clit with his teeth “Go ahead and cum for me querida. Quiero sentir que te derrites debajo de mí” every word was spoked straight against your clit, you swear the sound of him speaking to you like that is what launched you over the edge of your mild-melting release. (t- I want to feel you melt beneath me)

It was always so impressive how Miguel was able to pull such mind-bending orgasms out of you. They had you breathless as your head clouded. Legs trembling beforehand and then shaking afterwards as you try to ground yourself back to reality. Miguel studied your expression and movements so closely he was so in tune with what gave you pleasure. Knowing just how to make you see stars.

Miguel helped you ride through your orgasm, fingers slowing but not stopping, not until on of your hands flew down and grabbed his wrist, making him stop instantly. He pulled his hand away and began to leave soft kisses on your trembling inner thighs, as he did so you heard him speaking to you.

Not quite sure what he was saying, a soft hum reverberating in your ears, half lidded eyes staring up at the ceiling. When his voice finally becomes clear you didn’t even understand what he was talking about. “Come on now… tell me why” Finding the strength you lift yourself onto your elbows and look down at him, still between your thighs.

You tilt your head and were still breathing heavily as you responded “Why what?” He simply chuckled and then stood up, leaning forward kissing your lips, it was slow and tender, but sloppy by nature as you could taste yourself on his lips. “Seems I did a good job” he whispered, his hands were resting on your hips as he traced soft circles into your skin.

Feeling them trembling under his palms he made sure his touch was gentle, knowing your legs still needed a moment to recover. You scoff “Much better than good” leaning forward and capturing his lips in yours again. He hummed softly, his clean hand cupping your cheek as you kissed.

Miguel kept you there for another few minutes, caressing your thighs and soothing your muscles by massaging slow circles into your skin. His heart warming with pride that you didn’t hear his question, seeing that you were too up in the clouds to even process his words.

“God I love you” your voice laced with appreciation, he smirks and playfully jabbed “Oh wow just because I ate you out real good?” You roll your eyes but giggle “That’s just a benefit of you loving me” he hums softly and leans forward again “Damn right it is”.

#konigenblobbity #fanfiction #across the spiderverse fanfic #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #astv miguel #miguel fanfic #miguel o hara #miguel ohara fanfiction

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Don’t Blame Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4k

Summary: You accidentally venture to the bar where Wanda’s working one night.

A/N: Here’s the drabble about witnessing Wanda’s drug deal, lol. Enjoy. Again 18+ only!

Warnings: slight angst and smut

Wanda was already in a foul mood before she even got to the bar. She’d been running around all day trying to get the men who work for her to get their shit together. She was supposed to be at home relaxing with you, but her meeting had been pushed back until tonight due to all of the confusion. If this were anything other than an enormously lucrative deal she was closing, she would let someone else handle it. That said, her faith in her employees today was a little shaky. She needed to make sure that things were settled, and if she had to be here and miss out on time with you, she’d be damned if she didn’t leave here with her money.

She had left you at home earlier, and she hated that she couldn’t promise you that she’d be back anytime soon. She knew that things could take time tonight, especially if someone tried to negotiate, but she hoped that this would be relatively painless.

She has Steve with her as usual, but given the stakes she has a few more people hanging around just in case. She and Steve are both tired and hoping this goes quickly, and almost immediately Steve leaves to get them both a drink. She purposely arrived early, and she needed a few minutes to try and improve her mood before she talks to someone who is most likely going to push her buttons.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

You’re at home with Boone and Fletcher reading a book while television is playing in the background. You’re unable to do one thing at a time, and although you’re mostly reading you are also listening to a television show you’ve seen countless times before while you pet your dog. He’s lying on top of you and since he had a bath recently you let him cover you with fur and only minimal amounts of dirt. You wish that Wanda was here with you, but she was busy tonight and had told you not to wait up. You understood that this meant that you might see her in the morning when you wake up, but you also might not.

You don’t have work tomorrow so you’re thinking about what you are going to do for the day. Wanda’s supposed to be working as usual, but depending on what time she’s back, maybe you can convince her to have a late start to the day. After you finish your book an hour or so later you decide to do something else. It’s dark out, so you only take Boone on a quick walk around the house before returning indoors to consider your next move.

It's only 10 pm and you’re not really tired, but you’re also not in the mood to keep watching movies. You start another book, but only read it for about half an hour before deciding to go out. You’re bored and you want to get a drink, so you text Bucky and ask him what he’s doing. You know that he’s probably busy, but if you don’t at least check in with him before leaving Wanda will get mad at you. You are changed and ready to go before Bucky texts you that he is in fact busy and will be for the night.

You contemplate your options carefully before mentioning your plans to him. He texts back quickly and you have to laugh at his predictable response.

Do you think Wands would be mad if I went out anyway?

At both of us, yes

You think about the places that you were considering going to and you mention them to Bucky. He takes a little longer to respond and you’re downstairs at this point in the kitchen. You tap your phone on the counter impatiently which catches Boone’s attention and he comes to sit down next to you. You consider taking him with you, but then you have to worry about him ‘working’. You don’t want him to have to do that tonight, so you decide that if Bucky ever responds, you’ll go by yourself and leave him here with his sister.

A few minutes later Bucky’s response comes, and you smile as you grab your keys and head to the garage.

Go to the second one.

Wanda tries not to grow frustrated over the fact that she’s having to go over everything all over again. It’s all in writing, and unfortunately, they’re going over everything point by point just to make sure they’re on the same page. This would be fine, tedious, but fine, except for the fact that he has questions for everything. Wanda’s growing impatient, and Steve’s already stopped paying much attention as he looks around the bar. It’s a full house, and he’s not surprised by this at all. He makes sure that the two on watch are still around before his eyes drift over to the bar.

He could use another drink right now.

When you arrive to the bar, you’re only a little on edge about going in alone. You left Boone at home, and Bucky wasn’t with you, but he’d told you it should be fine. You’re not sure what that meant, but you chose to believe that everything was handled. Somehow. You know that both of you would be in deep shit with Wanda if anything happened, so you figure he’s going to make sure all of his bases are covered.

You walk in and immediately realize it’s packed, and that makes you calmer for some reason. You feel that if it’s super busy, people won’t take notice of you which is what you always want. Your brief look around tells you that you recognize no one, and you head to the bar with a sigh.

You end up sitting down in the middle of two people because it’s the only seat, and the bartender greets you with a quick smile and a ‘I’ll be right with you.”

You’re in no hurry and you just nod before considering what you want your first drink to be. You snack on some peanuts while you wait and you stifle a yawn as the bartender comes up to you to take your order.

“What will you have?”

As you give him your order, you notice that he’s a little on edge but you don’t know what to make of it. You order your go to and watch as he leaves to make it with a frown. You don’t put too much thought into it because you’re here to get drunk, not to psychoanalyze anyone. You’re also just interested in drinking and then cuddling with your dog on the couch later. You take your drink with a smile and take a long sip with a sigh.

You’re already feeling a little bit better.

Wanda’s taking a sip of her drink when she spots you and she nearly spits it out. She was so close to sealing this deal and getting to leave, but the sight of you makes her want to finish even faster. She looks over to Steve to see if he’s noticed you, but he’s distracted by something else so she simply turns back to the brunette across from her with a sigh.

“Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

She waits patiently as he flips through the contract again before he shakes his head. She nearly sighs in relief, but she stops short when she watches him look over his shoulder with a smile.

“Nothing to discuss, but would you share one more celebratory round? On me.”

Wanda can’t say no to this without appearing rude so she just smiles before turning to Steve with a pointed look. She looks to the bar as well, more specifically to where her wife’s sitting, but she doesn’t mention you before she asks Steve to get them drinks. She rarely does this and he immediately realizes that something is off. He agrees without protest and stands up to head for the bar.

“Of course.”

You’re on your second drink by the time Steve comes up behind you. The two people sitting next to you keep glancing at you, but you don’t notice as you continue to drink. You’re dissociating a bit now but you definitely notice when someone comes to stand between you and the blonde on your left. He’d been checking you out, not that you’d noticed, and Steve glared at him before turning to you slightly. He was trying to be subtle, but you were a little too distracted to notice and you turn to him in surprise.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You close your mouth and bite back the threat on the tip of your tongue when you realize who got too close to you. You frown in confusion before looking at Steve and glancing around for your wife.

“Right back at you. What’s…is Wanda here too?”

Steve just nods over to where your wife is sitting with someone you don’t recognize. She’s not looking at you, but you can also tell that she’s not paying attention to the person who’s talking to her. You look back to Steve as three drinks are set down in front of him. You have a lot of questions, but you don’t get to ask any of them before he speaks up and leaves without waiting for your response.

“We’ll be wrapping up soon.”

He leaves and you smile slightly as you take this opportunity to look at your wife. She’s tense where she sits, but you figure that has to do with whatever she’s talking about. You watch until Steve puts the drinks down on the table and Wanda looks up at him before her gaze shifts to you. She’s smiling and she thanks Steve while looking you over curiously. She takes a few seconds to admire your choice of clothing. She briefly wonders if you knew she’d be here because you’re wearing one of her favorite casual outfits on you.

You hadn’t put a lot of thought into it when you’d gotten dressed to go out. Your goal was always to be as comfortable as possible, and since it was a cooler night, you’d put on a pair of shorts that were just long enough to not show too much. Wanda had a love hate relationship with them because she loved when you wore them for her to see, but not anyone else. They showed off your legs and Wanda finds herself wanting to put her hands on you now.

She takes her drink without looking and drains nearly half of it before she forces herself to look away from you. She doesn’t want to draw attention to you, but she steals another glance at you as you grab your glass and drink some as well. She watches as you lean back against the bar which causes your shirt to ride up a little. Wanda catches a glimpse of skin before she realizes that someone is talking to her.

“To a prosperous relationship.”

As Wanda toasts to her successful deal, you turn back around and grab more peanuts with a smile. You know that you probably will need to leave before Wanda does, but the idea that your wife is here and undoubtedly keeping an eye on you makes you near giddy. You consider acting out but you know that you’ll pay for it later, and maybe not until tomorrow. Given how fond you are of instant gratification you decide to just order another slightly stronger drink to help you relax a little more.

You’re halfway through it when you feel your face start to grow hot. This is an unfortunate side effect of drinking alcohol and you know you need to slow down. You look out of the corner of your eye on both sides to see that your drinking companions are both looking at you. You’re not sure why, but you ignore them as you stretch out your sore back with a groan. You close your eyes so you miss the blonde on the left glancing at your cleavage when you arch your back.

You shake yourself out before resting your arm on the bar with a sigh. You feel your body buzzing from both the alcohol and the sudden need that’s snuck up on you. You glance over your shoulder to see that Wanda’s shaking hands and handing something across the table, but Steve is looking around probably out of boredom. You’re about to turn back around but you jump when you feel something cold fall on your leg.

"Shit."

You jump to your feet as you try to shake off the drink that just spilled on you. You frown as you look to the blonde who’d somehow knocked his drink over and practically onto your lap. He apologizes drunkenly and urgently as the bartender comes over with a towel and a glass of water. You sigh in defeat and annoyance as you realize that there’s now beer in your sock and you shake your head.

“I’m so sorry!”

You offer the man a tight smile before claiming that it’s fine even though it’s not. You’re annoyed but you turn to smile sincerely at the bartender who’d brought you stuff to clean up with, but you shake your head.

“Thanks, but I’ll just go clean up in the bathroom.”

You grab your phone and stick it in your back pocket before you head to the bathroom with an exaggerated sigh. Maybe you should have just stayed at home.

Wanda was wrapping things up when she hears a glass fall and shatter against a table. She frowns as she looks away from the man now getting to his feet to see you’re standing and shaking yourself out. She waits until she and Steve are alone until she sits up slightly and eyes the interaction curiously.

You’re trying to keep from getting soaked as the drunk who spilled on you apologizes and hovers uncertainly. When you leave the bar to head toward the bathrooms, she considers following you. She’s finished up a lot sooner than she thought she would and you might also be ready to go home. Her thoughts are interrupted when she watches the blonde who’s just finished wiping up his mess, hurry after you for some reason. She decides to go check on you as well, and she tells Steve she’ll be back soon. He waits for a few seconds before following after her because he has a feeling he knows what’s going to happen next.

You are just grabbing a few paper towels to try to clean the stickiness from your leg and shoe when the door opens behind you. You aren’t sure who you expected to see, but you frown at the sight of the reason why you’re in here in the first place.

“It’s fine, I got it.”

You say this mostly to get the blonde to explain his presence, but you don’t really need him to when he looks you over with interest that you don’t reciprocate.

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?”

You’re near glaring at him as the door opens again, but it quickly turns to a smile when you see who it is. Your wife reaches out for the blonde’s shirt and she practically throws him back through the door before slamming it behind him.

“We’re good, thanks.”

Your smile widens as Wanda locks the door behind him before turning to you with a smirk. She steps forward and reaches out for the towels in your hands before walking the short distance to the sink.

“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, detka.”

You smile slightly as you shrug while meeting your wife’s gaze in the mirror. You didn’t expect it either, but you figured you were just lucky. You reach out to take the towels back but Wanda shakes her head as she decides to take over.

“Right back at you.”

Wanda smiles as she kneels so she can clean the IPA off you. You twitch slightly at the cold towel, but you just hum in thanks as Wanda cleans you up. You reach out to play with Wanda’s hair and you smile widely when she groans under her breath.

“I’m glad you’re here, but I wish you hadn’t worn this.”

You frown in confusion as you note Wanda’s serious look as she stands up and turns to the trash now that she’s finished. You’re not sure what Wanda’s talking about because you were pretty sure your wife liked this outfit. You don’t realize you’re right until she turns back to you and reaches out for your flannel shirt. Wanda sighs at the feeling of the soft fabric in her hand. She swears it even smells comfortable, but she might just be a little drunk.

“It made it difficult for me to concentrate. All I could think about was taking it off.”

You smile at the irony of Wanda’s words despite believing what she says. She looks like she wants to devour you, and the only thing you have to say about this is ‘hurry up’. You lean in to kiss the redhead and you return your hands to her hair with a sigh. You back Wanda up against the locked door as you deepen the kiss and you taste the sweet cocktail you’d had earlier mix with her lighter drink.

Wanda groans against your lips when you tug on her jacket in a half-hearted attempt to take it off.

“You’re one to talk, Wands. You always look so good.”

Wanda’s breathing hard as she drops her hands from your waist to your hips. She tugs on your belt and spins you around before she pushes you back so you fall against the door. She licks her lips as she dives in for another kiss that leaves you both breathless. You curse when Wanda moves to your neck and starts to attack the skin there. She’d only been thinking about having you since she noticed you sitting at the bar with your damn short shorts and too tight shirt. Her hands go to your ass and you jump in surprise before moaning when she gives it a teasing squeeze.

“Never as good as you, Y/n.”

You hiss as she bites down on your neck and your hands return to her shoulders to try and push her jacket off. It’s keeping you from feeling her skin against yours and for that you consider setting it on fire. You’re grateful when Wanda takes matters into her own hands and takes it off before throwing it over toward the sink. You reach out and quickly sneak your hands under her shirt so you can feel her flushed skin. She sighs and brings herself flush against you with a smile. She feels you shudder and she can’t help but groan as she gets to her knees again.

“What are you doing?”

Wanda doesn’t offer a verbal response, but she kisses your inner thigh as she runs her hands up your legs. When you try to arch your back and bring her closer, Wanda pushes you back with a growl that nearly makes you moan.

“Stay still, detka.”

You want to listen to your wife, you really do, but as she continues to bite and suck at your skin you can’t help but squirm. Wanda pushes your shorts up as much as possible, but it’s not far enough for either of you. You’re whining as Wanda finally gives up and starts to undo your belt. She kisses the hickeys she’s left on your inner thighs as she starts to take off your shorts with a smile.

She leaves you completely bare as she pulls them down your legs and you can’t help but shiver from the sudden cold. Wanda’s quick to remedy this however as she comes back and pulls you close. You curse in surprise as she grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up as she bends low enough to throw your legs over her shoulders.

“Wands-.”

You trail off with a hiss as your wife quickly ducks between your legs. She can’t drag it out any longer because the smell of your arousal is making her impatient and desperate for a taste. You curse and moan as your wife’s tongue parts your slick folds. You bury your hands in Wanda’s hair as she pulls you impossibly closer until all of her senses are filled with you. The way you smell, taste, and sound drives Wanda to work harder to please you both. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as she sucks your clit into her mouth making you shudder violently. She pulls away and you think you might cry until she speaks up.

“None of that. I want to hear you.”

You try not to think too hard about how it’s entirely possible that someone is within ear shot. God forbid someone’s standing right outside waiting to use the bathroom. You only have a second to feel self-conscious before Wanda distracts you again.

“Oh, fuck! God, Wands, please…”

You’re bucking against Wanda’s face as you desperately chase your high. You’re breathing hard and you have a painful grip on your wife’s hair as you start to see stars. She can tell you’re close and she doubles her efforts until she feels you stiffen and a new wave of arousal floods her senses. She doesn’t stop when you reach your orgasm and she continues to devour you as you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t stop, please! D-don’t--!”

Wanda has no intention of stopping until you’re a puddle on the floor. You are well on your way already when you come a second time barely a minute later. You curse and thrash against Wanda’s tongue that’s still teasing you and you think you’re going to pass out. You try to push her away, but Wanda’s persistent and doesn’t budge an inch as she tries to get you off again. You had no idea that your simple outfit would make her this needy, but you’re eternally grateful. You feel Wanda dig her nails into your skin and you hiss under your breath as you brace yourself against the door.

“One more, detka, okay?”

You don’t have the ability to speak. You can only throw your head against the door behind you and moan loudly as Wanda’s fingers disappear between your legs. You don’t realize she’s only holding you up with one arm, but you’re sure the image would only make you come faster. You’re near delirious as your wife thrusts and curls two fingers inside of you. Your legs shake and you near double over when your third orgasm washes over you. You slump against the door and sense the floor is near when Wanda pulls out of you and helps steady you. Her arms and shoulders ache, but she ignores this along with her sore knees in favor of keeping you from collapsing on the dirty floor.

She gives you time to catch your breath and when the room stops spinning you try to stand.

“Are my legs still there? I can’t feel them at all.”

Wanda laughs at this as she helps you to your feet, and supports you more or less as you lean against the door. You sigh in exhaustion as you reach out for your wife to pull her close. You kiss her and groan slightly in embarrassment at the fact that you quite literally came all over her face.

“Let’s get out of here.”

It’s not a question, but you know you wouldn’t have said no to her either way. You still feel your skin tingling and as you look to your wife again and admire her in her entirety, you smile. You can’t wait for your turn.

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I've worked in grocery for 10 years, shopped for 30.

Today was the FIRST time I dropped and spilled a pack of berries. (Customers do this about every half hour, but rarely is it an employee. Spills in general happen every 10 ish minutes)

Of course its on Friday the 13th.

Someone had put it BEHIND a larger product, in the back of a tilted shelf. So when i moved that product, blueberries went sliding.

So they're all over the produce floor, I call my co worker j over to prevent people from walking thru it.

Right AS HE GETS HERE, and while I'm telling him brb with the broom, here comes a lady on the phone.

J is like hey be careful ma'am. (Nothing) ma'am... (still she doesn't notice) MA'AM please don't walk thru-

She just goes right thru the berries. And then has the audacity to get mad at me for not warning her, cuz now her nice white shoes were ruined. (No they werent)

Fuck off lady. He fucking told you but you were too busy on your phone with your head up your ass. This is entirely your fault. YOU could have prevented this tiny ass stain.

Let the stain remind you to LOOK AND LISTEN

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Gender Reveals

it was 5:30am thursday, october 5th. the day or your gender reveal .

“y/n..baby turn off the alarm..” jack groaned “no j wake up, we need to get ready. my cousin should start setting up for the reveal around 6am-7am” “ugh fine, come on lets go shower”

you and jack took a hour long shower so by the time you got out it was already 6:34am

“jack hurry and get ready, we need to go meet my parents and yours today remember?” “nope i forgot all about that, what time do we need to meet your parents?” “8:30” “what about mine?” “10:30” “ok start getting dressed”

by the time you and jack were done getting dressed it was 7:45 “jack come on so were not late, i couldn’t get even do my make up..” “its fine baby you look gorgeous promise, now lets go”

you and jack were in the car listening to music and your favorite song happiness over everything came on and you sung it the whole way there

you let yourself in with the extra key you had to see your mom and dad sitting on the couch “hi mommy and dad!” “aww hi my baby” you mom hugged you and got up to hug jack “hello sweetheart” “hello mrs. Y/L/N” “jack i told you call me mom!” “sorry mom!” “dad say hello or something!” “no” “did i do som-?” “no jack you didn’t do anything he’s just mad you got me pregnant” “oh..sorry..?” “jack don’t apologize, he’ll get over it”

you and jack ended up leaving early because of the way your dad was acting

“what did i even do, he told me i had his trust right? why is he acting like that..?” “jack hunny im sorry about him.. lets just forget it and go to mama maggies place?” “uhm..yea of course..” “jack im serious let it go” “baby i need your dad approval to marry you.. i cant let anything go..” “well let it go. hes going to come around promise..” “ok, lets go to my mom house

once you pulled up to maggies home she was waiting outside with muffins jack had asked het to have ready for you

“hi y/n!” “hi mom!!” “here these are for you” maggie handed you some strawberry muffins “aw thank you!”

jack was standing by the car, just watching how good you and his mom got along and he loved it.

after a while of you and maggie talking you and jack had to leave to get ready for a photoshoot urban wanted to do for you.

once you and jack got into the car you couldn’t help but notice how jack was still feeling uneasy “jack..baby promise me you’ll not let my dad ruin your day.. ill even tell him not to come to the general reveal if it will make things better” “what? no! baby im fine i just need a minute to relax about the whole thing but don’t tell him not to come, that will make things worse. how ‘bout this, if he makes me uncomfortable then well see about him leaving, but for now he’s definitely coming” “ok baby boy”

once you and jack arrived at urban’s studio you changed your outfit into what urban suggested and you started with some family pictures “jack! hold her stomach not her tits!” “urban shut the fuck up and take the pictures” “jack get your hand off my tits so the pictures come out right, and your paying urban for this right?” “nope” “jack! urban ill cashapp you!” “its fine y/n, i wanted to do it!” “ill cashapp you urban” “okk”

once you were done taking all you pictures you started to get hungry so you asked jack to go get some food with you “j can we go get some food?” “yea wait a second” jack ended up staying 30 minutes longer then a second and you were growing annoyed so you left by yourself, without telling anyone, in jacks car.

jack was blowing up your phone he had called you probably 30 times but you were picking up your food and didnt want to be rude to the lady so you just waited to call him back.

as soon as you called jack back and were on your way back jack was very pissed at you, and you could hear it through the tone of his voice “where are you? are you crazy! why didnt you tell me you were trying to go somewhere? y/n come back now!” “jack chill, im on my way back, i was hungry and you ignored me so i went to get some canes” “y/n baby were going home as soon as you get here” “fine”

once you got there jack was outside waiting looking like an angry mother.

you hopped out the drivers side making your way to the passenger side while jack started walking to the car.

“y/n, dont ever, ever! pull that shit again” “whatever” you continued eating your food tuning our whatever jack was saying “y/n i’m serious you could have got hurt” “im sorry j, can i just eat without being yelled at now??” “fine”

once you and jack got home you were about dont with your food so you went to you and jacks shared bedroom and put on a movie for you guys to watch until 3:00, the time on the baby shower, it was only 12:30 so you and jack decided on avatar.

you of course fell asleep so jack put the blanket up to your chest and hugged you closer on him while he finished the movie.

once the movie was over he work you up and it was around 2:30.

“baby wake up its 2:30” “2:30?! why didnt you wake me up earlier!” you hurried and got out of bed and started to get ready, touching up the makeup from your photoshoot and putting on a pink and white dress while jack decided he was going to wear whatever color you wore. so he put on a pink and white suit.

by the time you were dressed people had already started making their way to the gender reveal so you hurried up and got in the car as quickly as possible.

“jack come on!” “im coming

once you and jack finally made it to the reveal you started talking to some of your younger cousins while jack was playing with your nephew, he looked so good with kids.

once you were done talking to family you went over a found your way to jack.

“hi baby” “hi j, what time are we doing thr reveal again?” “around 5:30, its starting soon its about 5 right now” “ok baby boy”

people started gathering around you and jack by the ‘oh baby’ sign and handing you both poppers that had the babies gender in them

“3! 2! 1!” you and jack twisted the poppers and pink came out.

“OH MY GOD JACK!” jack came hug you from behind kissing all over you “baby, we have to start getting baby names ready” “ok but thats not important right now!”

everyone had left to go the the common area and started celebrating while you and jack stated out side for a minute looking at the pink confetti on the ground.

“im going to be a girk dad..” “ ‘n in going to be a girl mom.” you and jack both started laughing and thinking about shopping for babies until maggie brought you in for cake.

everyone around you started hugging bring in to you and jack “were so proud of you y/n!” “thank you guys so much for coming!”

after eating everyone started leaving so you and jack went home when everybody was gone

“come on jack lets go shower then we can watch movies” “ok, but your just gunna fall asleep during the movie” “i wont!” “whatever baby, come on”

after the shower you and jack picked out scream 1 to watch, you stayed up for the whole movie because you loved scream and jack was surprised, but after the second movie you fell asleep in jacks arms so he moved everything off you and onto the floor and cuddled into you.

“goodnight sweet girls, i love yall.”

(a/n sorry if the ending feels rushed, it kinda was because i didnt know what to write..)

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