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roturo · 6 months

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Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!

tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.

A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?

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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED

How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And that’s big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?

And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing he’s a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so that’s why he’s losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport.

Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because he’s living it right now.

He couldn’t bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shoko’s number like it was a habit.

“What do you want, Gojo? I’m in the middle of trying to know how Yuuji’s body is capable of being Sukuna’s vessel. Like- It’s quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-”

Shoko’s voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojo’s line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.

“Are you okay, Gojo?...”

“Fuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didn’t even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy… or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. I’m fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs won’t cooperate.”

A loud laugh was heard coming from Shoko’s line. It was clear she’s been holding it all this time just trying to make sure she’s gettin it right.. and well.

“Gojo.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard right now?”

Silence.

“You know what? I’m sending Y/N over there with some medicine. You’ve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.”

Sex- what?!

Before he couldn’t even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.

Knock. Knock.

No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojo’s room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?

He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.

“He might be another type… of… Gojo?... Anyways. He’ll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.”

So that’s why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.

It’s not like people don’t know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.

“G-Gojo…?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it’s like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow he’s in front of you.

“Are you here to help me? Y/N?”

His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.

A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.

“I need a verbal affirmation, princess”

Ah, the nicknames. If you weren’t wet by now, you’re pretty sure you’re leaking right now all because of him.

“Yes Satoru, I’ll help you.”

His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.

You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.

Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was “I’ll buy you new ones later” but right now you couldn’t care less.

Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.

His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldn’t notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.

And like it wasn’t enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.

“Satoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.”

The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.

“Will you please let me fuck you?”

A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojo’s face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.

His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it.

“Ffuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?”

Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didn’t feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorry’s´ while he kept thrusting.

Oh.

He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure.

You’re pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didn’t realize once he confessed to you.

“You’re so pretty- ffuck– I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just… have you all for me- sshit. I love you.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you weren’t so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.

Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldn’t stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?

You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.

“Do you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ I’m pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.”

He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum… dry?

How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?

Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?

“Ah- shit baby.”

You couldn’t pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.

You were here at 7.45 o’clock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.

And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.

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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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Double the Interviews - Oscar Piastri x GreekOlympicTennis! Reader

Plot: WAG duties consist of you literally being in more interviews than Oscar because of your outgoing and bubbly personality.

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"Y/N can we have a minute of your time please?" an interviewer asks pulling you away from your friend who you look over at. She smiles at you and nods, making her way back to the McLaren garage.

"How are you feeling about the race tomorrow?" he asks and you put a serious face on.

"Yeah, I think the car's got good pace, looking to be in some top positions and I'm excited to see what happens!" you nod and the interviewer holds back their laugh.

"Spoken like a true driver!" he chuckles and you start to laugh as well.

"How are you feeling knowing come summer you'll be competing in the Olympics for Greece in Paris while Oscar is also competing in his own sport?" he asks and you nod, carefully listening to the question to not misunderstand him.

"Yeah of course. You know it's always hard when you have those conflicting schedules especially in athlete relationships. You know I'm still competing in ATP and I have been for a while, and then going into the Olympics on top of that is just immense. I get to travel with my best friend who I've played tennis with since 3 years old but at the same time Osc isn't there all the time. I think that's why today is just so important to me, to be here to support him at his home race!" you smile to the man in front of you who slowly pulls the mic back towards him.

"Will we be seeing Oscar at the Olympics this year?" he asks.

"I think at this stage it's hard to tell, F1 has the longest and busiest schedule to date this year and there's more stress and pressure on the drivers than ever with all the changes taking place ahead of 2025 and 2026, so you know I'd love Oscar to be able to come and see me take home another medal, but again it's one of those moments where you can't be in two places at once!" you explain, knowing he'd already planned to come for your first event of the summer, and would try and stay with you, until it ended for you. But even he didn't know when McLaren would request for him in Woking, or if he'd go home to spend a little needed time with his family.

"Well, I think it's safe to say we are all wishing for Gold for you again this year. Good luck to you and Y/BFF/N who we did see earlier, but dipped away last minute before i could invite her!" he smiles at you, and you smile back.

"You'll see us at the Olympics up at the very top. We promise!" you give the camera a cheesy grin before saying your goodbye's and leaving him to question the next driver who was eagerly waiting behind you.

"There you are!" you hear the Australian accent you knew all to well from your left.

"Hey baby!" you smile, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on Oscar's cheek.

"Saw Y/BFF/N come back without you, when she told me you were stolen for an interview i thought i'd come see if you needed saving" he softly tells you placing a light and gentle hand in your smiling softly down at you.

"Ah, you see baby that is where we are completely and utterly different. I love talking to all your work colleagues!" you say, pulling his hand along so you can both walk back together. You wave at people as you walk past saying small hello's and posing for any camera's you spot in your peripheral.

"You consider the media work colleagues of mine?" he asks with a low laugh that has you cocking your head to one side in question.

"You don't?" you offer back.

"No, my colleagues are my team and the other drivers!" he admits with a blank look on his face that just screams that no cogs are turning up there.

"I mean, you work with the media every time your here. I'd say you work with them, they might not be on your team but they are still apart of your sport!" you admit, he goes to argue but you put a soft finger on his lip.

"Would you consider my ball boy's as my colleagues?" you ask, and he thinks for a second before sighing and nodding.

"There you go then! F1 interviewers are your work colleagues and i like talking to them, they always have very insightful questions!" you smile.

"Insightful or invasive?" he queries looking across at you, brows a little furrowed.

"Damn, you really are a young Kimi Raikkonen. I see what the fans mean now!" you laugh at his expression which quickly tries to change but the frown lines remain.

"God, we need to go back to my mum's for some rest and relaxation" you sigh, starting to massage his wrist and up his arm making him sigh.

"Mmmm, we do I really miss that one dish that she makes us!"

"The Tzatziki with the roasted meat and vegetable kebabs or Moussaka?" you ask looking over at him knowing he enjoyed both.

"Oh! I was thinking of the Moussaka, but the Tzatziki is good. My trainer actually said that it was the perfect mix!" he admitted, still holding that blank expression.

"But he tells you off for the Honey Cake!" you sigh knowing that it was a delicacy you didn't get very often too, being an athlete and all meant that you had to have a very strict diet and couldn't lie to your trainer about cheat days you'd have.

"Okay but that Honey Cake is lethal! You cant stop when you start eating it!" he says before starting to quietly ramble about all his favorite foods as you enter the confides of his driver room away from the public eye.

You cant help but just watch and smile at him, people rarely get to see this funny talkative side of Oscar that could actually out ramble you sometimes which should be near impossible as you were very much a yapper. Especially when you got passionate and would slip in some of you mother tongue without realizing.

"What?, Why are you staring at me?" he asks, after realizing he'd started to rant.

"I just love watching you talk, you nose scrunches when you get passionate about a topic and it's cute" you smile, looking down knowing he'd be a blushing mess.

"Shut up! You are the yapper here, start yapping!" he says, making you burst out laughing while he goes to sit down on the small sofa.

"I'm going to miss you next week!" you sigh as you sit down on his lap where he wraps his arms tightly around you and rests his head in the crook of you neck.

"I know, but I'll come see you at your next tournament after the triple-header!" he smiles, kissing against your neck your body relaxing against his.

"It's just hard, god I'm clingy!" you attempt to laugh the tears away.

"Lando wants to know if you and Y/BFF/N are down for a rematch" he smirks changing the conversation to a more light-hearted one.

"Oh you boys are so on!" you grin.

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-> y/user: does the gold medal mean nothing to you?

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-> y/user: well … Osc?

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dreamauri · 2 months

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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part three max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff) “. . . this is what they call: puppy love.”

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liked by landonorris maxverstappen1 and 21.6k others y.ln p4 on first our race, not where we wanted to be but we'll get there!! round one, check ✅ imola next, can't wait 👋

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thumbs up. you couldn't hold in the smile that curled on your lips as you re-read the comment. exiting your profile and going to dms, you didn't scroll far to reach the desired contact.

'saw you asked for me the other night' you typed, turning you phone off after so you could slip in your bed and shut your eyes for the night. it had been a long day for you and now that you were finally back in your hotel you couldn't wait for some proper rest.

but maybe you could stay up a little longer. Once your phone buzzed from on the nightstand you'd snatched it and unlocked it. 'we were playing fifa and i wanted to beat you' you couldn't feel the wide smile that stuck on your face. 'fifa you say? i might not have my console with me but i have some free time and my soccer shoes' you typed back quickly seeing he was still online and in the chat.

'what do you have in mind?' if your smile could have gotten any bigger, it would've. you sat up looking around your room. after a few seconds of thinking you looked back down at your phone. 'see you in jeddah?'

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The weather didn't bother you that much. you barely ever wear revealing clothes so wearing modest clothes didn't feel odd. you were too busy dribbling the football to be bothered by something irrelevant as clothes anyways, especially since max was chasing you and trying to steal the ball away.

Unlike the dutch who didn't waste any of his time going over to jeddah, you arrived during the evening, sometime after four. it was only at 5:30 did the two of you decide to actually go through with the plan of having a small football match together.

You were very surprised that the dutchman had accommodated for your time together at his hotel, somehow managing to book the tennis courts and take out the nets so you could makeshift a football field. It was a single goalie match, your shoes that you never got to wear making where the goal was.

"That's cheating." You huff-laughed, pushing him back with your shoulder. You must not have been in race mode because Max's reaction time skills were still on. in your moment of weakness he was able to steal the ball and take his shot to the bake shift goal. "Yea!" He cheered throwing his hands up, dabbing.

Crouched down on your knees, you tried to hold in a laugh at max. "That doesn't cpunt! You cheated!" You accused, getting back up on your feet. the time was sometime in early 6 and the sky had taken a nice gold and orange colour. "Contact!" Max fiend hurt as you you pushed your side into his sending him a couple of steps to regain his balance. "a 5-second time penalty for ms. L/N." "A fine for mr. verstappen." "A fine?" max put a hand on his chest making a shocked face. "Oh dear, go easy my bank account."

"Hmm" you put your hands on your hips, pretending to think. "I'm sorry mr. verstappen, but it's pretty big fine." "oh no. How much?" he played along, pretending to be worried and shocked.

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"It's bad they don't serve wine here, I'd be getting two gorgeous bottles of 1945 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti." You hummed, whispering about the wine once the waiter severed your table and left. "1945 what?" Max chuckled as took a sip of his drink ( which was actually just redbull in a fancy glass ) before picking up his fork to begin with the mini feast you ordered.

"Expensive french stuff." you shrugged, starting to eat from your own plate. "How expensive." He asked, chewing and looking at you. You gave another shrug, drinking your own drink (which was also just redbull in a fancy glass) to help swallow. "about 558k?" Max chocked on his food momentarily and you laughed at his reaction.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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Smut w biker Ethan Landry ?!

Hi💕 I hope you like it! I got out of the hang of writing over the last few days so I might go back and make a few changes once i re-read over this at some point lmao

Roll Up - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This Contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend's new hobby scares you, but he shows you it isn't that bad.

Contains: Oral(f receiving), p in v, rough-ish sex.

A/N: We're going to pretend that this isn't based off of the photoshopped pics of Jack lmao. If this sucks, don't let me know. I'm sensitive👉👈

When your boyfriend mentioned getting his motorcycle license, you thought he was crazy. You even created a power point presentation, showing him how dumb of an idea it was. He just rolled his eyes every time you made a good point, because he knew it was what he was going to do regardless.

“You aren’t going to break up with me if I get a bike, are you?” he asked, putting on his shoes as he got ready to go take the driving test. “I think it’d be a lot of fun to have one.”

“It’d take a lot more for me to break up with you…but what if something happens to you? I’d just be worried the whole time you were out,” you sighed, getting a little anxious.

You heard a knock on the door, as Ethan walked away from you to answer it. You took a deep breath when Chad walked in, carrying his extra helmet for Ethan.

“Why’d you have to corrupt my sweet boyfriend?” you asked, as Chad smiled at you.

“I think you’ll like it…Tara does,” he said, smirking at Ethan as he handed him the helmet.

“Yeah, what if I get one and you can’t keep your hands off me?” Ethan asked, cocking his eyebrow as he looked at you. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, and I’d not like to hear the sound of your eulogy being spoken,” you said, as Ethan scoffed.

“You’re so overdramatic,” he said, walking over to kiss you. He placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, your lips, and your forehead before he pulled away. “I love you, baby. Wish me luck.”

“I love you, too,” you said, as both boys walked to the door. Ethan stood in the doorway for a minute, waiting for you to hear the other thing he needed you to say. “Fuck it, fine. Good luck. Please, just be careful.”

“I will, babe,” he said, chuckling as he walked out.

One thing about Ethan was that the second he got an idea in his head, you knew he was going to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. This was by far the scariest thing he’d ever wanted to do, and you’d done nothing but panic whenever you thought about it.

It all started when Chad brought Ethan to his friend’s garage, and they were talking about Chad getting his license. At first you laughed it off, thinking it was about Ethan wanting to have more in common with his best friend, but once you saw him browsing for bikes online, you realized how serious he was about it.

Once he got his learners, he started to spend more time with Chad and his friend. He’d lay in bed with you until you fell asleep, then sneak out of the bed once he’d get the text from Chad that he was outside. You hated it when you’d roll over and he wasn’t beside you, but you wanted him to practice when there were a lot less cars on the road.

He was always in the best mood when he’d come back home, still feeling the adrenaline. He tried to be quiet when he snuck back in, but you always woke up. You’d jump out of bed once you heard the shower cut on, strip off your clothes, and join him in the steamy bathroom. He’d tell you all the things he did and new stuff he learned as you sleepily listened, but it always ended in the hottest shower sex you’d ever had.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long to get back home. It’d been a few hours, and you were trying to prepare yourself. As worried as you were for him to get his license, you knew you’d be excited for him. But the possibility of him not getting it worried you more than if he did. You knew how much he wanted it, and you knew he’d be upset if he didn’t get it.

Once you saw Ethan’s name and picture flash across your phone screen, you quickly answered the call.

“Hey, babe,” you said, “How’d it go?”

You heard traffic passing him and sirens off in the distance.

“Come outside, I want to show you something.” You could hear the happiness in his voice, and you kind of had a hunch about what your boyfriend had done. Once you made your way down the stairs of your apartment complex and saw him standing there, a helmet under his arm and the matte black bike behind him, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I guess you passed,” you said, your eyes squinting as the early afternoon sunlight hit them just right. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I can still tell you’re mad,” he teased, as he leaned down to kiss you. “but thank you.”

“This is yours, isn’t it?” you asked, as he tried to fight off the excited smile.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t hate me because I didn’t talk to you about it first,” he said, reaching around and grabbing the extra helmet off the bike seat. “I want you to go on a ride with me.”

“Absolutely not,” you said, his smile dropping at your words. “Not right now, can we go out later tonight? I’m a little scared and I’d feel better if I didn’t feel like we were going to get hit.”

“Of course,” he said, his smile appearing on his lips again. “I think you’ll love it.”

“Whatever you say,” you said, as he grabbed your hand and led you inside.

As it got darker outside, Ethan got more excited. He knew how close he was to taking you out to see what made him almost as happy as you do. As much as you were freaking out, you knew he’d never put you in danger, and you really wanted to know what the big deal was.

“Okay,” Ethan said, as you slipped your hoodie over your head. “Just a few quick things…I know it’s a little scary, but you need to lean into any turns we take. Don’t ever let go of me and sit as close to me as you can.”

“If we lean, won’t you lose control?” you questioned, as he shook his head.

“We’re not doing anything crazy so don’t think I’m going to take you on any super curvy roads…but if you stay upright when we need to lean, that could cause me to lose control.”

“Okay,” you sighed, as he handed you the helmet.

He looked you over to make sure nothing on you was loose fitting and made sure your helmet was good before he slung his leg over the bike.

“You coming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to help you on.

“There’s not a lot of room back here,” you said, as he slid his helmet over his head.

“I already told you, just hold on to me, and stay as close as you can. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, his words a little muffled. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, as he started the bike. Your arms tightly wrapped around him, his hand rubbing against your thigh to let you know he had you before he pulled off.

He took you on a few of the streets he first learned how to drive on, not wanting to freak you out too much. Once you came to a stop light, he started to yell over the hum of the bike.

“You okay?” he asked, his hand moving to rub against your thigh again.

“Yeah, you aren’t going very fast, though,” you yelled back, as he started to laugh to himself.

“You want me to go faster?” he asked, “I just didn’t want to scare you.”

“You can go faster, just don’t kill us,” you said, as the light turned green.

He revved the engine before he sped off, going significantly faster than he did before. You didn’t feel scared though, you were…turned on? You weren’t sure if it was the vibrations coming from the bike, or how hot your boyfriend was at that moment, but you knew you were going to jump him as soon as the two of you got back home.

He started to drive out of the city, taking you to one of the back roads he’d always pull off at with his friends. He stopped in the gravel area and helped you off the bike before he got off.

“Was that too much?” he asked, pulling the helmet off of his head. You quickly pulled yours off, mumbling a “No” as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Your hands went up to his curls as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You stood there making out, the only light coming from the full moon and the glow of the headlights.

“We need to go home soon,” you said against his lips, “I understand why you always want sex after your late-night rides.”

“We’ll head home soon babe,” he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze your ass as he pulled you closer. “Or…we could do it right here.”

“I know this is a back road, but someone could still see us,” you said, glancing at the road for any other cars off in the distance.

“So what?” he asked, as his lips moved to your neck.

He pulled away once he heard the familiar loud hum heading up the road, slowing down a little once it got closer to where you and Ethan were.

“Is that Chad?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

“Tara’s with him,” he said, noticing her tiny frame tightly clinging to him. “Good think I didn’t get you naked yet,” he laughed a little, thinking about how awkward that would’ve been.

“You know how I am when I want sex and I don’t get it,” you said, giving him a warning look. “Please don’t get caught up in talking for too long.”

“I won’t, babe,” he said, as Chad pulled in and took his helmet off.

“She didn’t kill you!” Chad yelled, as you rolled your eyes.

Ethan walked up to him as you walked over to Tara. She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw you standing there.

“Ahh! We can go on late night rides together, now!” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Isn’t this fun?”

“Yeah, I thought it was going to be scary,” you said, glancing over to Ethan to see him smiling at you. “Now I just have to convince him to take me home soon.”

“I get it, I feel the same way,” she said, picking up on your suggestiveness.

When Ethan walked around to you, he looked a little nervous as Chad motioned for Tara to get back on the bike.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Chad wants to ride around for a little bit. There’s this straight, flat road near here that we like to go way faster than we should, but if you’d rather go home, we can.”

“As long as we go home soon, I’m fine with it,” you said, as Ethan started to smile.

“Put your helmet back on,” he said, walking you back over to his bike.

He slid his over his head and helped you get on the back before he started it again and took off. You got a little confused once you hit a certain point in the road. Chad and Ethan both came to a stop on opposite sides, as you felt his hand grip your thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, the question making you nervous as Chad gave him a thumbs up.

“Yeah,” you yelled, as he said, “Hold on tight.”

He revved the engine again before taking off, going way faster than he’d gone before, at least while you were on the back. The way you were rested against Ethan made it easy for you to see that Chad was keeping pace with him before he dropped a gear and flew past Ethan. Ethan did the same, your grip on him getting even tighter as you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins. He quickly caught back up to Chad and passed him before he started to slow down a little.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, once he came to a stop and your grip on him relaxed.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, I’m not going to be okay,” you said, as Chad pulled up beside you and pulled his helmet off.

“Fuck, that thing’s fast,” he said, as Ethan pulled his helmet off.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it. We were going over a hundred,” Ethan said, your eyes going wide as you listened to him speak. “I’m going to take her home.”

“You coming back out later?” Chad asked, as Ethan shook his head.

“No, I have other plans,” he said, as Chad nodded.

“You guys have fun. Don’t be an idiot,” Chad said, putting his helmet back on before speeding off.

“Over a hundred?!” you yelled, as Ethan started to laugh.

“Yeah, and I wasn’t going as fast as I could’ve,” he said, putting his helmet back on. “Let’s get you home.”

As soon as he got you home, you both were so needy. Various clothing items were scattered across your apartment, from the front door to the bedroom you shared with Ethan. He wasted no time, burying his head in between your thighs as soon as he pushed you back on your bed. Your fingers ran through his curls as soft moans slipped past your lips. His hands were kneading at your thighs as his tongue swirled around your sensitive clit.

“Use your fingers, babe,” you gasped out, as he suckled on your clit. He did what you said, sliding two of his fingers into your soaked, dripping pussy with ease. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Did being on the back of my bike turn you on that much?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he curved his fingers to brush against that spongy spot inside of you. “Yes,” you said, letting out a low moan. “You were just so fucking hot.”

His mouth went back to your clit as you tugged at his curls, the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers and your moans filling the room. His free hand was roaming your body, from your thighs up to your breasts. Once he started to pinch one of your nipples, you felt that familiar feeling starting to build inside of you.

Ethan knew you were close. Your legs were starting to shake as his fingers moved against your g-spot faster. He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard. Your back arched up off the bed as you pulled his hair so hard that it hurt. He didn’t let up though.

You let out a whimper as the feeling washed over you, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He gently lapped at your clit until you started to come down from your high.

The grip you had on his hair relaxed as he sat up to look at you, his mouth coated in your arousal.

“Do I still have hair?” he asked, running his fingers through his curls. His scalp was so sensitive that he winced when he touched it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you mumbled, as your breathing started to get a little more regular.

“It’s worth it if I made you cum that hard,” he said, smiling at you. “I loved having you on the back of my bike. It’s like you weren’t scared at all.”

“I wasn’t. I trust you.”

As much as Ethan loved watching your face when he fucked you, he wanted to be as deep as he could inside your warm, wet pussy. He positioned you so your ass was sticking up in the air for him as the side of your face rested against the cool comforter.

“So fucking perfect,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock over your wet folds. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” you said, as he started to inch himself inside of you. The slight burning feeling as he stretched you out made you gasp, his hand roaming over your lower back as his hip bones met the curve of your ass.

He started out with slow thrusts, still giving you time to adjust. Once you whined out to let him know you wanted more, he moved faster. You heard the soft slapping of his skin against yours as the head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you. You glanced back to see him watching his cock disappear inside your pussy, slide himself out, head and all, before he started to pound into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes still on him as your hands grabbed at the sheets.

He looked up to watch your body as you started to roll your hips back, meeting his thrusts. His cheeks were red as his mouth hung open, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead. One of his hands tightly held your hip as his other hand reached around brushing against your lower stomach. You soon felt two of his fingers strumming against your clit, your moans getting louder by the second.

“Harder,” you whimpered, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to mercilessly pound into your pussy.

“That’s it, baby. You take it so fucking well,” he said, some of his words getting broken by the random grunts slipping past his lips.

Once he put the right amount of pressure on your clit and started to roll his fingers in circles, you felt your body start to tense up, your orgasm sneaking up on you. You were a whimpering mess as the slapping sounds got louder, echoing off the walls. He was getting close, but he was trying so hard to fight it.

He watched your fists ball up in the fitted sheet, pulling it lose as you cried out. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight that his thrusts started to falter.

“Where do you want it?” he rushed out, but you couldn’t form words, completely fucked out.

He slid out of you, releasing his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. His hand ran through his sweaty hair before he flopped down on the bed beside you. Your hips started to relax as you eased the lower half of your body to lay flat across the bed.

“Jesus,” he sighed, catching his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Was it as good as the shower sex?” you asked, smiling as you turned your head to face him.

“Well, we do still need to shower…”

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Sirius Black x rockstar! f!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, rough sex, like pretty rough guys he bites you till you bleed, underage drinking, underage smoking, a lot of smoking tbh, drunkish sex, kinda has a plot so yeah lmk if i missed anything

summary: you and your band mates decide to go out to a pub, where you end up meeting the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen.

word count: 4.2k

a/n: guys i’m so bad at these summaries holy. this is probably my favorite fic i’ve written. the flirting and the tension like omg. trust me. also, let’s pretend The Runaways are british and let’s pretend everything id accurate hahaha. enjoy ;)

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“Do you think we’ll be recognized tonight?”

You turn to your bandmate, Joan, and shrug. “It’s fifty-fifty.”

“What pub are we going to again?” She asks.

“The one where they let underage people in, of course, you’re still the only one who’s twenty-one in the band you know,” you reply.

The other two members of your band, Sandy and Lita, are ahead of you, engulfed in their own conversation. You slide your hands into the pockets of your jacket and try to keep up. You’ve been in the band for a few months as the new lead singer. Their old one left to start her own band, claiming it to be more successful. Yet your band is the one that’s gotten sold-out shows, interviews on television, and pictures in magazines. Sometimes you like to think it was fate that she left, and you just so happened to be in town the night they were holding auditions. The fans surely enjoy your voice more, they make you out to be the leader even though you’re only seventeen and the newest member. You don’t mind though, and neither do your bandmates.

It’s almost ten when you arrive at the pub and thankfully no one has recognized you yet, or they have and simply haven’t said anything. There’s no one at the door to check IDs just like Sandy had said. The four of you enter fast and find a table. The music is loud, the lights are low, and people are dancing all over. You like it, a lot.

“Drinks?” Lita questions a few seconds after you sit.

“You know it!” Joan replies.

“I’ll be right back then.”

Sandy takes out a pack of cigarettes. “Care for one?”

“Obviously,” you answer, holding your hand out. She hands you one, you’re quick to light it and stick it between your lips, inhaling a deep breath of smoke. “How come the police haven’t found this place?”

Joan rolls her eyes. “They have.”

“And? Why don’t they shut it down?”

“They have people who come here, of course, sons, daughters, you know that sort of thing. It may be illegal but it’s trustworthy,” she explains. “Why do you care anyway?”

You shrug. “Just curious I suppose.”

Lita arrives back at the table, four glasses held in her arms. You take yours fast, eager to taste whatever liquor she got for you. It’s bitter, with a hint of sweetness in it. Based on the color as well, your guess is some sort of vodka mix. You drink it despite the awful aftertaste it leaves in your mouth. The cigarette between your fingers helps a bit. The four of you talk for a while and enjoy the peace of having no fans around.

“You should go to the bar y/n,” Lita says after some time. “Or well it might be too late now, but when I was there, I saw a boy your age, remarkably handsome.”

Sandy laughs. “You’re trying to send her home with someone already?”

Lita nudges the other girl with her shoulder. “No, I’m only trying to get some new song material.”

“We’ll see if there’s any potential,” you say, taking the last sip of your drink and getting up. You brush down your hair. “Do I look alright?”

“You’re always beautiful,” Joan answers, letting out a cloud of smoke.

“Wish me luck.” You chuckle before heading to the bar.

With every step you take, you feel eyes on you. Most belong to older men who shouldn’t even be paying you any mind. You’re used to the feeling of being watched, with all the fans and paparazzi that corner you before and after gigs. So, you move through the pub without a second thought about it.

In the back of your head, you curse yourself for not asking Lita what the guy looks like. For a moment you question how you’re supposed to find him, but then your curious eyes find one guy who stands out. He’s leaning on the wall, a glass in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. Based on his face, you figure he can’t be more than nineteen. And oh, how right Lita was. His hair is dark and long, almost reaching his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple white tee shirt and baggy jeans. Despite the distance, you swear you can make out a sliver of a tattoo on his shoulder. He’s gorgeous, almost too gorgeous.

You approach him carefully, thinking of different opening lines in your head. Would it be wrong to use your fame to get him to take you home? Probably. But you’ve seen Joan do it plenty of times. She always says it’s simply a tool and that you should use it to your advantage. You’ve never done it though. Perhaps it’s your little amount of consciousness that remains that tells you it’s wrong. You don’t know and the alcohol in your system doesn’t help. So, when you reach him, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Hi.”

He looks at you, the cigarette dangling between his lips. “Hello.”

“How old are you?” You ask, immediately feeling stupid for such a question.

“What are you a cop?” He chuckles.

You feel your cheeks heat up. “No uh... sorry.”

“It’s fine love, just not a very good pick-up line,” he replies. He takes his cigarette out, his eyes locked on yours. “Especially since you look like you’re sixteen.”

“Seventeen actually.” You correct him.

“Ah, well there’s something we share then.”

Something about the way he’s looking at you comforts you. There’s no recognition in his eyes at all. You can tell. To him, you are just another girl. Not the lead singer of The Runaways. Just a simple girl.

“You can try again if you’d like,” he says. You look at him, confused. “Try another pick-up line.”

You gently smile and think for a few seconds. Nothing better comes to mind.

“Come here often?”

He laughs. “Somehow I think that was worse than the first one.”

“Sorry. Usually, I’m better at this sort of thing,” you reply. You put your hands back in your pockets, suddenly feeling very hot with embarrassment.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute.”

There’s a moment of silence. He takes a sip of his drink; you stare at his hand. The way it looks wrapped around the glass makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You hate how much you want him to take you home. You don’t even know his name. But he’s handsome, so much so it makes you unable to think straight. You need to know more.

“Are you from around here?”

He nods. “Born and raised in London. You?”

For a split second you wonder, if he’s from London how come he doesn’t know who you are? Sure, your band isn’t on the same level of success as Queen or ACDC but you’re also not underground. You push the thought away.

“Originally from Westchester but now I’m here in London for... work,” you answer.

“Work? I thought you were seventeen.”

“Yes but, eighteen next month. I already finished school.”

He takes another drag of his cigarette. “Wish I could say the same, I still have another year left. Though, I rather enjoy school, gets me away from my dear parents.”

“Oh, where do you go?”

You notice the way he shifts his posture. “Out of the country, you wouldn’t know of it.”

“Like a boarding school?”

“I suppose you could say that.”

You look around the pub, a slight feeling of awkwardness blooming within you. You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve done this before. You decide to blame it on the cheap vodka because really, you’re better than this.

“So, what’s your name then?” You ask after a few more minutes.

“Does it really matter?” He replies, catching you a bit off guard. He flicks the ash off his cigarette, his dark eyes on yours. “All of it’s the same.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t play dumb love, I know this isn’t your first time. I’m sure you’ve chatted up many other lads and had them take you home.” There’s something about the tone in which he speaks that has your knees almost wobble.

“Why would you think that?”

He sighs, leaning over to a small table discards his cigarette in an ashtray, and leaves his glass. When he leans back on the wall, now with both of his hands-free, he buries them in the pockets of his baggy jeans. He looks down at you with an expression that could send your morals far out of mind. You want him, terribly. And you think he knows this.

“Besides the fact that you said you’re usually better at this, you’re also possibly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he eventually answers.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “I highly doubt that, but nevertheless thanks for the compliment.”

“I mean it. Most girls I see still wear those long skirts and sweaters, but you, you’re dressed like you could pass as a rock star.”

Your face heats up once again. You know he’s right. With your leather jacket, flared jeans, high-heeled boots, and small tight top you know it’s clear what kind of person you are. Your makeup only adds to it, black smudged eyeliner and glitter on your eyes. It’s a toned-down version of what you wear on stage. He doesn’t need to know that though.

You give him a smile and shrug. “Rock is my favorite genre, what can I say? You sort of got that look too though, not quite as intense.”

“Not a gentleman?” He chuckles.

“No.” You laugh, shaking your head. “At least I hope not.”

“I see. You don’t fancy the good boys. Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit of a troublemaker. At least, that’s what my schoolmates and family say,” he mentions. “What’s wrong with the good boys anyway? They could treat you like a lady.”

“Too gentle, I’m not a fan of it,” you answer honestly.

He smirks, sending warmth straight to your core. “So is your intention to get me out of here and treat you... not gently?”

“My intention is simply to buy you another drink, maybe enjoy a dance or two. What happens at the end of the night is not particularly on my mind right now. I’m more focused on learning your name. Why? Is that what you’d fancy?” You counter, looking up at him through your long lashes.

It has the effect you hoped for because he stands up straight, his back finally off the wall. He offers his hand to you, and you take it softly in yours. It’s so much bigger, so much warmer. You try your hardest to kill all the thoughts of where else you’d like him to touch you with his hand.

“Sirius Black,” he introduces himself.

“Like the star?” You question without thinking.

“Yes, like the star. Now what’s your name.”

“Y/n y/l/n,” you say.

“Charmed. So, how about that drink?”

You smile. It’s going to be a good night, you know it.

The next few hours go by in a flash. You and Sirius drink more than you probably should and dance to the many different songs that play on the jut box. A few different times throughout the night you find the eyes of your bandmates, each of them giving you big smiles and thumbs up as they watch you with Sirius. At one point Joan makes a lewd hand gesture, and you barely get a chance to see Lita smack her. It’s past twelve when you find yourself outside the pub with Sirius sitting on a curb sharing a cigarette.

“I hate these bloody shoes,” you mumble as you dig your heel into the pavement. “They make my feet sore.”

“Then why do you wear them?” Sirius asks, amusement evident in his tone.

You exhale a long breath of smoke, passing the half-burnt cigarette back to him. “I dunno. Beauty is pain.”

“For some, but I’m sure even without those things you’re just as pretty. Actually, I would bet pounds on that being true,” he replies.

“I think I’m rather plain without all this. Would you think the same of me without my makeup and outfit?”

You watch him smirk. “I should think you look even prettier without all of that on. Especially the clothes.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies for the thousandth time tonight. Your shyness left hours ago when you took your first shot. So, instead of simply blushing and looking away, you stand and look down at him with your own smirk.

“Quite the charmer. How about you find come back to mine and find out for yourself?”

He takes one last drag of the cigarette before standing, flicking it to the pavement, and crushing it beneath his sneaker. You watch helplessly as he releases a cloud of smoke, his hand now held out to you.

“I’d quite like that. Lead the way.”

~~~

You don’t know how you keep your composure the whole way home, especially with Sirius’s hand handing yours the entire time. On the train, as you sit, your head on his shoulder, he rubs his thumb across your knuckles. It’s a gesture that makes you glad you aren’t standing because your legs feel like jelly. And on the walk up to your apartment, he lets go of your hand and instead places it on the small of your back. You almost fall down the stairs at the contact.

Once you’re inside you immediately take off your boots, leaving them somewhere by the front door. Your jacket follows, only it’s hung on one of your kitchen chairs. When you turn to look at Sirius you find his eyes wandering all over your apartment, examining the details you assume. His sneakers are off, his hands are in his pockets.

“You must have a special job, this place is wonderful,” he says.

“My mates help me with the money, it’s not all mine,” you reply. It’s true, they do help you earn money from performing. You step closer to him, your hands behind your back. “And it’s really not that big. One bedroom, one bathroom, and one very tiny living room combined with the kitchen. But it’s more than enough for me. Would you like the tour?”

“Of course, if the tour starts in your bedroom.”

You can’t help the blush that takes over your face. “Follow me.”

The walk is fast, with every step you feel your heart rate increase. You’ve done this a few times, but for some reason, this time feels different. Perhaps it’s because all the other guys can’t compare to Sirius’s beauty in the slightest. Or perhaps it’s because you already like him a bit more than you should for a one-nighter. You don’t know. And you don’t care to know because you’re about to reach your door.

You open the door fast, letting him in first, and closing it behind you. It’s dark, the only lights coming from outside your small window. You don’t reach for the lights though. Instead, you step closer to the boy, the sound of your breathing suddenly far too loud for your liking. His silhouette moves closer to you as well. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force pushing the two of you together, and you find yourself liking it.

He touches you first. One of his hands finds your waist, he guides you to him faster. Soon enough, you’re practically pressed against him. You can barely breathe from the proximity. You’ve never felt something this intense. You look up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Still want me to not be gentle?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you to ruin me,” you say, pressing one of your hands to his chest. You’re happy to find his heart is racing just like yours. “Don’t hold back.”

“Alright.”

Before you can even think of another thought, his lips are on yours. You kiss back instantaneously, your hand moving up into his hair. It’s soft, like you expected. He’s far from gentle with his kissing, and you’re glad. His lips move fast on yours, his teeth scraping your tongue. He bites down on your lip so hard you whimper, and the metallic taste of your blood clouds your senses.

Still, despite the pain, when he pulls back you almost whine from the loss of contact. But his hands move fast to pull your shirt up. You help him get it off, then move to his. Through the darkness, you can see the few tattoos he has on his chest and shoulder. They’re dark, they’re beautiful. You run your fingertips over them as he leans back down and connects your lips once again. You begin to guide the two of you towards your bed.

When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you allow yourself to fall back onto it. Sirius doesn’t follow you though. Instead, he stands between your legs at the foot of the bed and begins to undo the buttons of your jeans. You watch in awe, lifting your hips to help him drag them down your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties. You sit up, your eyes on him, as you start undoing his belt.

After his jeans are on the floor he pushes you back down on the mattress, climbing over you this time. You kiss him deeply, dragging one of your hands down his warm back, and weaving the other through his hair. That warmth deep inside you has grown, consuming you entirely. You can feel the wetness between your legs, surely staining your panties. You’ve never been so turned on by a guy in your life.

He suddenly parts your kiss, his lips beginning to move down your jaw and neck. You moan, throwing your head back to give him more access. When he bites down on you, so hard you can feel a stinging from it breaking skin, you pull at his hair, sounds of pleasure escaping your swollen lips.

Eventually, after leaving many hickeys and bite marks on your neck, he pulls back entirely and flips you over onto your stomach. You smirk against the mattress as you feel him unclip your bra. To help get it off, you lift yourself on your hands, and the straps quickly fall. You throw it off without even thinking about it. You’re about to turn back but Sirius presses a hand between your shoulder blades, silently telling you to stay as you are. You don’t hesitate to comply.

You feel him move and instinctively you lift your hips in the air. He places a kiss on your back, it almost makes you shiver. Then his hands are on your hips, pulling your last piece of clothing off. You normally would feel some sense of vulnerability at this point. Completely naked with your ass in the air. But the alcohol mixed with the utter need you have for Sirius takes control. You feel him shift.

“Do you have a rubber?” The sound of his voice makes you squeeze your legs together.

“Unless you have a disease, you don’t need one. I’m on birth control,” you answer, looking over your shoulder at him.

“No diseases I swear,” he says.

“Then proceed.”

You get up properly on all fours, the anticipation killing you. When he positions his tip at your entrance, you inhale sharply. He rubs his cock through your wet folds for a few seconds, brushing against your clit ever so slightly, before thrusting inside you in one quick, hard motion. You can’t help the moan that leaves you. He’s big, stretching you in a way that’s on the brink of being painful. It’s perfect.

He fucks you hard, very hard. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your legs shake. At one point, your arms give out and your face presses against the mattress. Your hands twist in the sheets, your moans muffled by the bed. Sirius doesn’t like this. He twists one of his hands in your hair and pulls you up, the pain only adding to the building of your orgasm.

“Sirius,” you gasp. “Fuck Sirius.”

He’s relentless. He fucks you through your first orgasm, not faltering for even a second. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore, pulling out and flipping you onto your back. You scratch your nails down his back as he begins to fuck you in missionary, your lips on his.

You don’t know how long passes by the time he tells you he’s close. What you do know is that your second orgasm is not far either. With tears in your eyes, you let him switch positions once again, this time you’re on top of him. Your muscles are weak and sore, but that doesn’t stop you from riding him as well as you can. Sweat covers your body, and incoherent words drip off your lips. You can barely take it anymore.

“I-I’m almost there,” you mumble.

“Me too love,” Sirius replies, his breath ragged. “Finish us both off.”

You struggle to hold yourself up, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, just a few more minutes,” he assures you, running one of his hands through your hair.

Much to his word, in a few minutes, he finishes. Hard. He moans your name in an indescribable tone, and his cock pulses inside you so intently, it causes your second orgasm to occur. As this happens, you lie on his chest, both of your breathing very uneven. He holds you tight against him.

Eventually, you roll off him and stare at your ceiling. You try to comprehend what just happened. Never in your life have you experienced something so intense. Most of the time when you told guys to be rough with you, they’d be turned off. But Sirius... You turn to your side to face him.

“Want a smoke?”

“Certainly.”

~~~

It’s safe to say, you don’t let him go all summer. You spend every second you can with him. Most of the time in your sheets, but a good amount doing other things. You paint his nails black, teach him how to wear eyeliner, and how to dress more like yourself. You enjoy every second you get with him.

He never does discover your fame, at least he never says so. You think he would know. Each time you go out you try your hardest to be unnoticeable and you always hide away magazines and switch the channel whenever something about your band is shown. But he never does say anything. Sometimes at night, you sing to him softly and you always laugh when he tells you that you should take it professionally.

You learn how much he hates his family, except for his little brother. You learn he loves Queen and David Bowie. You learn his favorite color is ironically black. You learn as much about him as you can and with each fact you do learn, you only fall more for him. But you never speak of it. You know the inevitable ending.

On the night before he goes back to school, the two of you lay in your bed, a thick silence between you. As usual, you pass a cigarette back and forth. Only this time, there are no words accompanying. Until he speaks.

“For once, I’m not looking forward to going back.”

You turn to your stomach and look at him. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“Me either,” he agrees. He holds the cigarette to you; you take it fast. “I can phone you if you want. You know, while I’m there. Or send letters.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” You question.

“I think I really fancy you, and I don’t want to leave on a bad note.”

You give him a weak smile and press a kiss on his bare shoulder. “Oh, Sirius.”

~~~

A few months later...

“Five minutes till show time,” an assistant tells you.

You’re sitting in your dressing room backstage. Joan, Sandy, and Lita all have their own space now. You find it funny how much The Runaways have blown up since the summer. Now, everywhere you turn you see yourself in a magazine or a news article. You can’t go anywhere without being recognized, or without the paparazzi showing up.

As you look in the mirror your mind travels back to Sirius. This happens a lot. Right before a concert, you think of him. Sometimes you wonder if maybe he’s out there listening. You haven’t heard from him since he went to school. You aren’t angry, only a bit sad. You’re mostly grateful though. He inspired most of the songs in your number-one album that got the band all the new attention.

You stand from the vanity and sigh. Tonight, your performance is being televised worldwide. Beside the door is your guitar, you pick it up as you begin your journey out to the stage. You’ve got a good lineup, even a small intermission for a happy birthday song. You hope wherever he is he hears it.

After all, it is November 3rd.

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marymary-diva17 · 9 months

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yawne

neteyam x human/avatar reader

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A young girl had been born and raised on pandora, as your couldn’t go back to earth. So you had become with spider the kids that were raised on pandora, and grew up with the omatacayia m clan and become close with the sully kids. As you had started growing up some of your relationships with the sully kids and spider will change over, the years as you all become older and soon saw each other in a new light.

Y/n " ahhh neteyam put me down" neteyam had you over his shoulder laughing, as he soon. dropped you into the water below. You and the whole gang had went to this lake with a water fall to spend the day off having fun.

neteyam " as you wish princess" soon neteyam had tossed you into the water, you soon resurfaced and looked at him. Soon laughter could be heard as everyone was looking at you.

y/n " I swear when I get my hands on your blue boy you are going to get it" you soon got to the shore and started chasing after neteyam, but with no such luck as he was faster then you. Neteyam soon pulled a move on your grabbing you and making you two fall onto the ground.

neteyam " it seems like you got me princess"

y/n " no fair you play dirty neteyam" you were laying on neteyam as he had a bright smile on his face, you soon got off of him.

lo'ak " that was a dirty move neteyam y/n I got you back"

y/n " thank you lo'ak I'm happy to know at least someone on my side, verse a specific person"

neteyam " I know you love it princess" you scoffed as you soon helped neteyam back onto his feet, he gave you his usual smirk.

tuk " hey y/n can you help me make some flower crowns please"

y/n " sure tuk" tuk soon pull you awya from neteyam, as you two soon sat down and started making flower crowns. The boys were rough housing in the water, while kiri had joined you and tuk.

kiri " I think you and neteyam might be more then friends in the future"

y/n " what ... I don't know what you mean"

kiri " oh come on the way you both act around each other and look at each other, even grandmother has noticed there a special bond between the two of you"

y/n " ......" you had smiled while you had started to blush this had gotten kiri attention as she had looked at you, she and lo'ak knew of neteyam crush on your and kept on trying to get their brother to tell you before it was to late.

y/n " speaking of being close to a friend what about you and spider, don't tell me there nothing between you and him" kiri soon looked at you as you and tuk started laughing at her reaction.

kiri " fair game y/n fair game" you and kiri were having a good time laughing and talking. The gang had spent their whole day out by the water and enjoying each other company, until it was time to go back to the village and base.

Jake " hello kids"

tuk " hey dad look at the flowers y/n put in my hair today she even helped me make this flower crown"

Jake " that amazing did you say thank you to her"

y/n " yes she did sir" soon Neytiri had stepped out of the home happy to see her children and mate home.

neytiri " good you all are home dinner is ready"

tuk " yeah dinner time"

Jake " a good meal after a long day of work"

neytiri " mother you are here dinner is ready"

mo'at " hello everyone"

kiri " oh mom can spider and y/n join us for dinner please" neytiri soon notice you and spider were here still, she gave you two a cold look.

neytiri " ......"

neteyam " it will be fun to share a meal with ones we hold so dear"

neytiri " kids we ...."

spider " it okay mrs sully I and y/n are having dinner at the base tonight we don't want to be inconvenience"

kiri " oh come guys it will be fun even norm can come as well... please mom"

neytiri " kiri please I ..."

y/n " it okay kiri norm is making our favorite for dinner tonight, so we will see you all tomorrow come on spider"

spider " coming sis sorry guys we have dinner with norm bye" you soon walked away with spider the two of you were like siblings, as you had both been raised by norm who had become like a dad to you both.

later that night

y/n " so that what happened at the village"

norm " oh kids I'm sorry look I know it been hard for you both to fit in due to you both being humans and ...."

spider " our brith parents we know"

norm " you both have enough people that love you and accept you both as children of eywa"

y/n " thanks norm" norm had taken you and spider in when other had doubts of raising you two because of your parents, he had become the only parent you had in life here.

spider " so what going on between you and neteyam"

y/n " kiri said it was something special what about you and kiri"

spider " we are just friends"

norm " oh you kids are in love"

y/n " what about you love life norm with a specific warrior" norm soon laugh and shake his head.

max " sorry to interrupt family dinner but neteyam here"

spider " did he mention coming over after dinner"

y/n " no he didn't tell me anything and he tell me everything... what of you spider"

spider " I'm clueless as you"

max " he wish to speak with y/n and he seem nervous about something"

y/n " I will go speak with him" you had rushed outside to see Neteyam waiting as he seem nervous about something, you soon got closer to him.

neteyam “ y/n you are here”

y/n “ yes I came when max told me you were here asking to speak to me what the matter you look worried” neteyam soon cleared his throat and looked at you.

y/n “ teyam”

neteyam “ for some time now I have fallen in love with you y/n and I know are from two different worlds, but I know you are the right one for me as being with you always make me happy and I can’t image my life without you … as I know today I had to tell you ho I felt because I know of I didn’t I will lose my chance”

y/n “ neteyam”

Neteyam “ here I mad this for you a necklace even due you don’t accept my feelings I want you to have it as it will symbolize how, much I care about you and how special you are to me”

y/n “ neteyam I will accept the necklace and your feelings” a smile had grown on neteyam face as he soon picked you up, making you laugh as you kissed nine quickly. He soon gave you the necklace the both of you smiling like fools.

y/n “ what about everyone else”

neteyam “ we will tell them later no for now let’s enjoy our time together, when the time to right you will become my mate or wife” you soon nodded your head kissing him one last time before Jake had called him home. The two of you will soon entered a romance that was joyful. After months of dating and secret dates you and neteyam had shared the news, everyone had their own feeling about this relationship and that made y/n life a bit hard. Thanks to all the love and support she had gotten it hade made life a bit easier as she was with the one she really loved and hope to spend the rest of her life with netayam. Unknown to the girl that many problems and joyful memories and feeling will come into her life, that will not only challenge your life but everyone else life as well.

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hellsburners · 1 year

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orange juice

summary: you're a new library assistant in an elementary school and you cant help but fall for the cute teacher visiting your desk. pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader word count: 2.2k (im being ballsy with these fic lengths its actually fun) warnings: none really more of fluff a/n: was in a fluff writing mood :> (might get a part 2 if it gets received well)

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You did everything by the book, literally. There was a handbook resting on the front desk of the library with everything you needed to do as an assistant. You took the books back to the shelves and made sure it was in the right order. You tidied up the library computers making sure every unit was logged off and the chairs weren’t a mess. You also took note of orders from the teachers, some lists from Mr. Jones, Mrs. Longford, Mr. Hayward, and Mr. Parker. You stretched your arms and legs, cracked your neck, and gave a little prayer to the universe that you wish your formal first day will be good.

Ding!

The bell on your desk pinged. A man, probably in his early 40s, stood in front of you. He wore a loose shirt with a pale pink tie, his hair was brown and sparse.

“Mr. Parker?”

“I’m sorry, I’m Roy Jones, from the math department,” he responds. You gave an embarrassed oh and gave him his stack of books.

“Sorry, it’s my first day.”

“All good kiddo, you haven’t seen trouble yet, good luck on your first day,” Mr. Jones gave a kind smile before walking away.

By 8:30 am the students came rushing to your door, you logged borrowed books, received returns, you even did the occasional hush to students being loud, it was going smoothly. The kid in front of you was borrowing a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, an excellent choice you thought. You scanned the QR code inside the book, logged in the student’s info and you kindly smiled while giving the book away. Hours passed of you sitting around, sipping on an orange juice box. By 11 am at least 3 students were studying.

Ding!

Oh. The man standing in front of you was tall and handsome, probably in his mid-30s, he wore a neat suit in neutral colors, and his brown hair was combed to the side. You placed your juice box down.

“Mr. Hayward?” you traced your fingers on the sticky notes on your desk.

“Parker, Peter Parker,” he replied. Shit, not again.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Parker.” you shook your head.

“First day, huh?” you nodded shamefully. He gave you a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry,” you took the stack of books with the label Mr. Parker on it. He reached out to take the heavy books, your fingers were slightly touching. Your cheeks warmed from the contact. There was a certain pleasingness in his presence. You scanned the pile trying to spark a conversation. “So you teach physics?”

“Yeah, 8th and 9th actually,” he carries the books in his arms, he may look lean but you could see the way his arms flexed under his suit. “Are you new to the city?”

“Well kinda, I was born here but my family and I moved out when I was 5. I figured coming here in the city could give me more opportunities,” his brows would raise while you talked, making you feel like whatever words came out of your mouth he listened to intently. “How about you? Did you grow up here?”

“I grew up with my aunt, went to Midtown for high school, and Empire State in college. So, yeah, full-time New Yorker here,” he chuckled. “My daughter and I still live in Queens too.”

“Daughter?” you said shockingly. He looked down at his toes, and he laughed again, that soft deep laugh. “Sorry, you don’t look like one”

“I don’t look like a dad?” he said.

“I mean you look pretty young,” you bit the insides of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I must have been taking up too much of your time Mr. Parker, ‘twas a lovely chat though.”

“Oh it’s fine, I’m on lunch break anyway.” you waved him goodbye and he reciprocates the gesture. “By the way, Peter is fine, just Peter.”

He leaves, and you sit back down on your desk, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. Your knees felt funny like they were going to give out. Oh, god. You were crushing on the physics teacher.

Before your shift ended Mrs. Longford called and said she couldn’t go to the library due to her pregnancy. You gladly said you would deliver her the books instead. On the way to her room, you couldn’t properly find her classroom, they all looked the same to you, so you went one by one, looking through the windows and checking to see if Mrs. Longford was there. By the eighth classroom, you could see him. Not Mrs. Longford, but Peter. He was demonstrating the law of inertia to the class, making a funny action of being hit in the hip by force, and the class laughed. He seems nice, and the students all listened to him, taking in every word of his lesson. It was admirable really, to have such charisma over a bunch of impressionable kids and use it to educate them.

The bell rings, and a swarm of students floods the halls. The books in your arms fall as a student bumps into you. You cursed, bending down to pick them up while a pair of arms reached out to help you. It was Peter, he had ditched the suit jacket at this point, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show his veiny arms.

“Thank you, I was looking for Mrs. Hayward’s classroom and I couldn’t find it,” you hugged the book while Peter carried the other stack.

“Mrs. Hayward’s room is in the other wing. Don’t worry I’ll walk you to it.”

“Oh no, you must have another class, I can find my way.” you try to take the books but he moves away.

“No it’s fine, my day is done. Let me walk you to her room.” he smiles, again, that pretty Peter smile.

On the way to Mrs.Longford’s room, you talked about your education, where you went to high school, and in college, and where you live now. The conversation later went to his daughter, Mayday, named after his aunt who has sadly passed. She was 5 years old and in first grade, a smart girl, he says.

You reached the 3rd door in the left wing. Peter told you that the lady with short hair and red cat-eyed glasses was Mrs.Longford, the baby bump also verified his claim. You knocked, and she waved at you with a smile, you and Peter went in to bring the books. Peter and Mrs. Longford exchanged greetings and talked about an upcoming faculty meeting. You asked Mrs. Longford to sign some papers for the book requests she had made and she obliged.

Peter walked you back to the library. You continued to chat about random things, your favorite food (he was pizza), your favorite color (he was blue), and your favorite movie (his was Interstellar). You unlocked the library and turned the lights back on. You went back to your desk and Peter took a seat at a nearby desk. You stared at him, arms crossed, legs spread.

✎𓇢𓆸

Weeks passed, and Peter had been visiting you in the library. Usually, he’d stay to check student papers or read new scientific publications on the school computers, he was nerdy about stuff like that; but most of the time, he just stayed around to talk to you. He would talk to you about Mayday’s science project, which you helped him come up with. It was an iced tea stand presentation that used butterfly pea flower tea and lemon juice, and it changed the blue liquid to a bright purple. She won a silver prize, Peter says.

Peter had mentioned before that Mayday lives with her mom and that she rarely gets to see her dad. You could see the way the line his mouth would make and how it would frown sometimes when he talked about her. You wanted to give him some piece of comfort, but every time he would smile because it was Mayday, it was his only girl.

You were at your desk enjoying a sandwich with your favorite orange juice box, Peter sat on the floor next to you hidden from anyone who came to the desk. He, too, enjoyed a sandwich you made. You scrolled through your laptop, mainly on the news.

“Hey Pete, have you ever seen Spider-man?” you said, Peter almost choked on his food.

“Spider-man?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I mean you’ve been here your whole life you must’ve seen him right?” you took a sip of your drink. Peter thought long before he answered.

“No, I haven’t,” he whispered.

“Boo! You’re boring,” you threw an eraser at him.

“Hey! It’s not my fault he doesn’t swing by my apartment once in a while.”

“Well, I wish he’d come by mine, take me into his arms as we swing away into the sunset,” you waved your arms around thwipping your hands like Spider-man.

“You’re so silly,” he laughs, he takes a big bite of his sandwich, talking to you while chewing. “You know, Mayday’s been asking about you, she said she wants to thank the guy that helped her come up with her science project.”

“She said that?” you were touched.

“Well, I wanted to invite you, and she told me we haven't celebrated her win so why not invite the guy who helped her,” he finished his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “You don’t have to if you’re busy.”

“Friday night right? I’m in.” You smiled.

You knocked at the light blue apartment door, you could hear some ruckus inside. Coming! A man’s voice yells. The doorknob turns and there he was, Peter Parker, dressed in a light gray sweater, the sleeves rolled up, and a red apron. Behind his leg was a little girl with light red hair.

“Hey there, I’m glad you could come. This is Mayday,” she was shy but she gave you a little wave and a hi.

Dinner started in a few. Peter served baked macaroni and a Caesar salad. Mayday brought a plate of cookies she made, without her dad’s help, she said (Peter shook his head). You brought a box of pepperoni pizza as per Mayday's (and Peter’s) request. The three of you talked over dinner about how proud you were about the medal and if she ever needed help you would gladly be there.

After dinner, Peter took the dishes, you went to help but he insisted you not. You were left with Mayday in the living room, she was talking about her favorite book, a book about planets. Venus was her favorite, she says. You began to talk to her about the many books you have on planets in your library and if her dad permitted, you would lend some.

“Do you like dad?” you were surprised.

“Yeah, he’s nice,” you offered her a smile, and she gave you a curious gaze instead.

“Dad is always alone.” you looked back at Peter in the sink, the fabric stretching on his back.

“You’re here,” you stroked her hair. “Your dad always tells me stories about you y’know.”

“But when I’m with Mom he’s all alone.”

“What are you two talking about,” Peter stands above you and Mayday, his hands on his hips.

“We were talking about your hair. Mayday said you’re starting to look like a sasquatch.” Mayday giggles.

A few hours later Peter took Mayday to bed. Mayday hugged you and told you goodnight. You bend down to hug her and she tells you to be Dad’s best friend, always. You were sitting on the couch with your hands on your lap. You looked around the place, filled with books and a bunch of Mayday’s stuff. It seems like Peter just lets her stuff stay there, so as not to forget about her presence. Your eyelids begin to fall as you let out a yawn.

“Sleepy?” he mutters.

“Just a bit. My head is just filled with so many facts about space,” you made a mind-blown gesture, Peter laughs.

“She does that a lot actually.” Peter sits beside you on the couch, keeping his eyes on yours.

“She’s a lovely kid,” you smiled.

“She is,” Peter sank his head on the couch, his eyes closed.

“You think I’m alone?” he frowns. “I heard you two earlier.”

“I don’t think so. You have me,” you mutter. Your hands fall on your sides meeting his. He laces your fingers with his, you could feel the warmth of his palms with your cold ones. He chuckles. “It’s pretty late, maybe you should get some rest too.”

“You’re right, let me bring you home first,” you refused.

“I’d be fine,” you assure him.

You were outside the apartment. Peter was with you in just his flip-flops, his hand never leaving yours. “I had a wonderful night.”

“Me too,’ Peter said, he took his other hand and patted your hair. You looked at him with hooded eyes, his hand falling to your cheek. You inched closer, your face so close to his chest you could smell him, like an ocean breeze. His face gets close to yours, the moment seemingly getting more tense. His thumb rubs your hand, over and over, it calms you. Underneath the moonlight, your lips meet. A tender kiss weeks in the making. Your eyes closed and you lost yourself in him. Your lips leave him a few moments later, a smile plastered on both your faces. You hail a taxi cab and when one comes, you wave him goodbye.

But you swore that night, the moment you entered your apartment, you swore you saw the Spider-man swing by, almost like he was waiting for you to come home.

part two posted here

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thewulf · 1 year

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What a Look on You || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Summary: Y/N and Rooster are best friends. Two of the closest best friends you'll ever see. The squad tries to get them to admit their feelings, with no luck. Y/N's friend comes into town stirring the pot up a bit.

A/N: Well I'm kind of blown away by all the sweet comments you left on my first Top Gun FF. So I decided to crank another one out for you guys! This time featuring our lovely Bradley Bradshaw. I'll def write a part two to Who are You? Just give me some time :)

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 6400+

“Come on Gigs, he clearly likes you.” She paused looking you up and down, “Hell, he might be in love with you.” Natasha smirked after sinking yet another pool ball.

“Shut up, Phe. He doesn’t like me, and he certainly doesn’t love me.” You sighed grabbing the pool stick from her. You eyed the stripes, took a deep breath, and miserably missed.

You heard her laugh from behind you, “Too busy thinking about Rooster?”

You lightly shoved the pool stick into her side shaking your head, “No, I was thinking of ways to murder you.”

“You wish, I’d beat your ass. Don’t even try.” She threw a wink in your direction.

You nod silently, “Not disagreeing with that.” Natasha was just stronger than you. Not that you were tiny and weak but there was something so frightening about Natasha Trace that you wouldn’t even think of crossing her.

“So, you agree then?” She asked waiting on your answer patiently.

You groaned shaking your head, “No Phoenix, I do not agree with you. The man doesn’t have feelings for me. That’s it.”

“What man?” The annoying voice of Hangman spoke up from behind you.

“Rooster.” Natasha grinned making kissy faces in your direction.

“Oh no shit, that man is in love with you.” He nodded one hand with a beer the other in his pocket.

“Not you too.” You threw your head back in defeat, “He’s just my best friend. That’s all.” Truth be told you wish it was more. You’ve wished it would be more for years. He was everything to you. He was the man of your dreams really.

He was thoughtful. Oh, was he so thoughtful. He remembered the smallest details about you, making you feel like the most special person in the world. One of your favorite memories with him was when he invited the whole class to his place to watch some football. He had made pulled pork but remembered you didn’t really like pork. So, he pulled you aside and handed you a bowl of shredded chicken. Your heart nearly burst into pieces then, you had only known him a few months and just knew he was it.

He was also so incredibly sweet. One summer when the two of you were walking Virginia Beach, not too far off base, he noticed a little girl drop her ice cream near the vendor. He didn’t hesitate to try and calm the poor girl. He bought her a new cone and quickly gave it to her calming her meltdown. You couldn’t wipe the stupid cheesy grin that laced your face.

He was soft when you needed him to be but hard when he saw you hurt. He was protective of you, so protective of you. He couldn’t bear to see you hurt. He really did think the world of you. He never wanted to lose you. But you never thought to much of it, he just acted like a big brother would.

The two of you met in school. Rooster to be a pilot. You attempted to be one, but you were rather quite miserable at it. So, you tried your hand as a WSO and found your groove with that. Rooster always claimed he didn’t need a WSO but was always so happy to have you along when he was ‘commanded’ it. The pair of you clicked instantly. He always made you laugh. In fact, that’s how you got your callsign ‘Giggles’. He made you laugh when you were in drill, getting you in trouble way to often. You really didn’t mind though; you were so infatuated with the man.

Days turned into months turned into years. The two of you dated different people at different times never really finding the right time to get together. You settled on best friends who literally knew everything about one another. You really did want him but just like him, you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

“Besides,” You looked at the two of them, “Carly is coming into town, and I need to worry about that. Not him.”

Jake smirked, “Is she that pretty one you post sometimes.”

Rolling your eyes you nodded, “Yes pig. She’s my pretty friend. She’s off limits for you Hangman.”

Laughing he eyed Phoenix suspiciously, “That’s not your decision sweetheart. It’s hers.”

“Why are you so annoying?” You wanted to punch him, but you restrained yourself knowing better than to crack open that can of worms.

“Relax. Has Carly ever met Rooster?” He questioned.

“No. She’s met nobody here. I went to college with her and really haven’t seen her since. But she lives close so we recently reconnected. Thus, why she’s on my Insta Hangman.” You admitted, way too much. You weren’t sure why you divulged all that information.

He nodded, “Speak of the devil.” His eyes flicked towards the door which your eyes followed looking to the man entering the bar. Your face broke out into a wide grin seeing Roos in his usual Hawaiian shirt, looking relaxed on this fine evening.

“I’d say she’s in love too.” Phoenix laughed.

“Shut up!”

“I can’t believe you get to look at these guys every day.” Carly whispered ogling nearly every aviator that walked by.

“Every damn day. They’re more like brothers than anything. God, they’re all so annoying.”

She nodded, “Could be worse. You could be looking at Phyllis all day every day.” She laughed which you joined in on. Carly was traditionally beautiful. She was tall, thin, blond, and athletic. Everything came natural for her. Things were just easier for her. You were always slightly jealous of the girl but tried your hardest to let it go, you did a good job at hiding it.

“That’s true. No Phyllis’s here.”

She grinned turning back to the front, a small commotion coming from the entryway. Of course, it was Rooster and Hangman arguing. The two of them were always bickering about something.

“Who are they?”

“Two idiots.” You laughed.

“Wow,” She finally tore her eyes from who you thought was Hangman, “He’s beautiful.”

“Which one?” You asked peaking your eyebrow up in curiosity.

“The brown-haired guy.” She grinned turning back around to eye him. The pair were still caught up in whatever argument they were in as they walked to the bar for some beer.

Your heart sped up a bit, surprised she wasn’t talking about Jake. They always went crazy for Jake, not her Rooster, “That’s Bradley. Rooster.”

“Oh wow, Y/N. That’s your best friend, right?” She looked at you wide eyed.

“Yep, that’s Roos.”

She nodded, “You didn’t tell me he was drop dead gorgeous Y/N. Is he single?”

“Yeah, he is a cutie and he’s single.” You nodded trying your best to sound less than enthused about the whole situation.

“You wouldn’t be mad if I went and talked to him then, would you?” Her eyes brightened as she looked back and forth between the two of you.

Why would she want to do that? You knew Rooster was a catch, it confused you as to why he wasn’t snatched up just yet. It didn’t seem to bother you that a stranger at any time could go up to him and win him over but Carly? That was too much for you. Way too much for you. “No, no I wouldn’t mind.” You lied again refusing to turn and face her. You were being incredibly weird, and you knew it.

“I’m surprised you’re not going for the blonde though, seems more your type?” You spoke up just before she started to walk away. Making any attempt to stop the girl from wooing over your Rooster.

“He’s cute. But there’s something about Rooster. I can’t place my finger on it.” She smiled brightly waiting anxiously for you to let her go talk to him.

Your stomach clenched but you ignored it nodding her on, why were you your own worst enemy? Why were you letting her do this? You knew the second you said it wasn’t okay that she would drop it. You didn’t know why you were being such a chicken shit about the whole thing. But ten years of friendship was hard to give up knowing just how good that friendship could be.

You sat on the high-top chair anxiously tapping your glass attempting to look anywhere other than the bar where Rooster, Hangman and Carly were chatting. Your leg bounced up and down slightly shaking the whole table in your attempts to look the other way.

“You okay Gigs?” A soft voice spoke breaking you out of your trance.

“Hmm, yeah totally fine.” You smiled seeing Bob appear at your side. Bob was always so sweet to you, always looked out for you. You had also known Bob from early on in your career. The two of you being the quietest WSO’s in your respective classes and always getting shit on for it. You tried your best to protect him, and he did the same for you.

He sat down opposite you following your line of sight right to the bar, “What’s the matter?” He asked again waiting for you to open to him. Truth be told you and Bob were close as well. Not as close as you and Rooster but you weren’t afraid to be honest with him. He really felt like a brother to you, a protective one at that.

“Nothing Bobby.” You looked back at him continuing to play with your glass.

“Bullshit Y/N.” He challenged you leaning forward.

“Uh oh, Bob breaking out the real name. I must be in trouble.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “Somethings up, you looked like a maniac there for a second.”

“I just got distracted.”

“By what?”

You eyed him knowing what he was doing, “My thoughts.”

“Is that why you were staring at Rooster and the girl?”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping just a hair, enough so that Bob noticed, “I wasn’t staring Bobby.”

Shaking his head, he closed his eyes finding the right words to tell his friend, “You are a being a fucking idiot Y/N.”

“Bobby!”

He looked you dead in the eye, “Y/N, I’m being serious. You’re hurting yourself now. You’ve loved that man since I’ve known you. And I’ve known you for almost eight years Y/N.”

“I can’t Bobby. I can’t lose him. I can’t risk it.” You looked down at the empty glass coming to that full realization, you didn’t have it in you. The worst outcome is that Rooster would walk away and that was way worse to you than the slight chance he might like you back.

“Come on Y/N. He likes you too. You just don’t see it because you’re so used to it. Rooster would do anything for you.”

“There’s nothing there Bob. It’s been ten years, there would have been something. I’m his best friend. He’s mine. That’s it.”

He groaned, “Fucking idiots. Both of you.” He threw his head into his hands trying to get you to realize what was right in front of you.

“Jesus whose dog died?” The southern draw from the annoying blonde pilot spoke from behind you.

“What are you talking about Hangman.” You looked at him like an annoyed sister would. If looks could kill yours would.

“Bob here looks miserable. Guess that’s just you bringing out the best in people.” He winked setting his glass down between the sitting pair. You turned around seeing Rooster making his way over slowly with Carly. You held in your disappointment and channeled it to the second most annoying thing in the room.

“Charming as ever Jake.”

He decided to stop after seeing the sadness in your eyes. You thought you were great at hiding your emotions, turns out your damn facial expressions gave you away like a book. “You love my southern charm darling.” He gave you a side hug attempting to bring the snarky Y/N back out, not the mopey one.

“Yeah, yeah.” You nodded looking at Bob who was simply observing what was going on around him. You were sad. Hangman caught onto it and tried his best to cheer you up, Hangman style. Rooster seemed enamored with Carly and Carly seemed just as enamored as him as they walked up to the small high-top table. You looked like you were about to combust when you saw where his arm had landed, right on her hip drawing her closer to him. You flicked your eyes to Carly who was smiling at him. You then looked at Rooster who of course was staring right back at her, even when they got to the table.

“Roos, nice to see you.” You said all too bitterly before hoping off the chair refusing to look at him. “I’m getting another, anybody need anything?” You just looked at Bob, ignoring the rest of the group.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” He followed grabbing his empty glass. What you didn’t see was the hurt look that crossed Rooster’s face after the unfriendly greeting. He couldn’t recall a time when you had spoken to him that way, your voice was always so sweet and kind. Even when the two of you argued you never had sounded so upset before.

“You didn’t have to come, I just panicked.” You admitted once you got to the semi-crowded bar.

“Because you don’t like him.”

“Uhh, shush. You know I do. Just shut up about it.”

He grinned, “It’s nice to hear you finally admit it.”

“Shhh, Bobby, lower your voice. You know, you’ve known. You’re the only person I’d admit it too though.” You waved the bartender down for another round, not seeing Penny tonight.

“Y/N has a crush, Y/N has a crush!” He whisper shouted in your ear.

You wide eyed him, “Shut up Bobby, I will beat you up.”

He started full on laughing now, “Why do you always threaten violence, Y/N?”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. Who was this Bob and where did hers go? “Bobby, you’re being a little shit right now.”

“I’m just excited you finally fucking admitted it Gigs.” He clapped your back.

Shaking your head, you picked up your beer and slowly made your way back to the trio that had taken over your high top. Rooster had backed off Carly a bit.

Rooster grinned when he saw you walking back over with Bob, “Giggles.” Still grinning with that big, beautiful smile he had.

“Roos.” You nodded your head sitting back in your seat next to him, returning the smile as best as you could.

That worried him, your half smile did. It was different. If there was anything he noticed in this world it was when you acted different. It was always so easy and normal between the two of you. He could pick up when something was off, he just knew something was off.

“Have a good day?” He asked you, just you. Looking right at you, the staring was almost too intense for you. You in turn also noticed things with Rooster. Like right now, him boring his eyes into the side of your head was certainly new.

You hummed, “Fine, except Cyclone was up our asses all day today.”

Bob nodded in agreement, “Some new wizzo training he’s getting us all on.”

“Seems like a bunch of bullshit to me.” You continued, “But can’t talk back to Cyclone. No siree, no.” You took a long drink from your beer. It was really hitting the spot today. You glanced up and Rooster was smiling at you. You nearly forgot about your poor friend Carly, standing there clueless.

“Sorry Carly,” You smiled at her, “Wizzo is WSO which is what Bob, and I are.”

“Right!” She laughed, “Weapons people, right?”

Hangman chuckled, “The best damn weapons people we got right here.”

“Aww, is Hangman being sweet?” You cooed at the tall blond.

“That’s what I have tell myself, since you are the only two left here.”

“You asshole.” Bob laughed smacking his arm.

“Not that you guys aren’t the most fun but there’s a pretty little thing over there that just walked in, so if you’ll excuse me.” Hangman winked over at Bob before sauntering off, surely turning up the charm, to the girl.

“Oh Hangman.” You laughed turning your attention back to the group, “And your day Roos?”

“Same old, same old.” He laughed running a hand through his hair. You attempted to hide your ogling eyes, why did he have to do this to you? It’s not like he hasn’t run his hand through his hair a thousand times before you. You willed your brain to just stop thinking of him as more than just a friend, but it might finally be rebelling against your wishes. You didn’t want to blame Carly for the green-eyed monster that was threatening to spill out, but she was the only difference in the group.

“Mav kick your ass yet again?” You smirked watching for his reaction.

“Hey now, Giggles. I’ll get him one of these days.”

Shaking your head, you eyed Bob who was having all too much fun watching the two of you go back and forth, “Statistics say you’ll have to beat him one of these days.”

He pointed his finger at you playfully smirking, “You just know exactly what to say.”

You shrugged looking back to Carly, “Roos can’t beat his instructor, Maverick. Bit of a running joke at this point.”

“Don’t poison her mind Y/N!” He gasped pulling her tight. Ouch, that hurt, you noticed. You noticed how easily they seemed to mesh, how Carly’s face lit up when she was pulled into his side, how he seemed more than pleased with himself holding onto her.

“You’re already doing that Rooster.” You force a laugh knowing just how unnatural it sounded.

“So, Y/N, Bradley was telling me about all the different places I should check out when I’m here.” She grinned looking up at him with her big brown doe eyes. You bit your lip forcing yourself to stay civil.

“Oh yeah? Like where?” You asked genuinely curious of what he had said to her.

“A few beaches, the museum, the base and didn’t you say something about a cliff?” She asked pulling on his arm getting him to look back to her. He obliged nodding his head like a little kid.

The cliff? Your cliff that only you and Rooster seemed to know about and made sure not to share with anybody? He mentioned your spot to her. It seemed as if the air had gotten knocked out of your lungs. You hadn’t defined that the cliff was your spot but neither of you brought it up to anybody else. It stung, it hurt, and you quite frankly didn’t know how to react. You fought the stupid hot tears that wanted to flood out of your eyes.

You set your halfway empty glass back down onto the table, harder than needed. Which of course caused both Carly and Rooster to look at you. You faked another smile and muttered, “Why doesn’t Rooster just show you?”

Bob sat back in his seat curiously watching the situation unfold before him. He noticed Carly light up at the suggestion again pulling on his arm, “That’s a great idea Y/N!”

You curled your lip fighting every damn emotion that wanted to spill out, “Chock full of them.”

Rooster laughed trying to ease the tension he could clearly see coming from you, “Are you sure Gigs? I don’t want to take time away from you and Carly.” He asked placing his hand on yours.

“Oh, I’m positive Bradley, go have so much fun.” The words came out just as bitterly as before. You were testing him, and he was failing you miserably. You knew it wasn’t exactly the fairest test. You weren’t communicating with him, you desperately wanted him to see what you were doing, but he didn’t see it.

“If you’re sure.” He tried to grab your hand again which you slid away just in time. You looked back up at Bob with the saddest eyes he’s sure seen. Again, you refused to look over at Rooster, you knew the waterworks would be out in full effect if you did.

“Mhmm.” You hummed chugging the rest of your beer, “I’m going to go.” You spoke more to Bob than to Carly and Rooster.

You quickly gathered your things and started walking to the door head full of every scenario imaginable. What if Rooster liked her? What if he decided to start dating her? You shuddered at the thought. Of course, it would be Carly to come swoop in and take him away from you. Carly was playing life on easy mode; she could get whoever she wanted whenever she wanted.

You made it about halfway to the door before realizing you drove Carly here. You sighed and turned around seeing Bob silently sitting there with his thoughts watching you while Rooster and Carly seemed very into whatever they were chatting about.

“Rooster.” You shouted not wanted to walk back over there and deal with it, “Bring Carly home. Or don’t, whatever.” You mumbled the last sentence, hoping he really didn’t hear what you had to say.

He gave you a thumbs up sending another kick to your stomach. Spinning around on your heel you beelined it for the door now. Once out of the bar the fresh air hit you like a ton of bricks, a few tears escaped. This really wasn’t how you thought this night would go. You thought Carly would be all over Hangman or one of the other pilots, not Rooster.

You hopped in your car mentally thanking yourself for parking on the opposite side of the bar, away from any windows. You sat there and let yourself cry it out. They were silent tears. You didn’t want to breakdown in the parking lot of the Hard Deck, but your emotions were simply getting the best of you now. You had to wonder why you were feeling this bad now, you’ve seen Roos flirt with hundreds of girls and take them back to his place, why did Carly freak you out so much?

You don’t know how long you sat there but it was long enough for you to hear a knock on your window. You almost jumped out of your seat looking over to see Bob standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Bobby?” You asked while sniffling.

“Let me drive you home.”

You shook your head, “No, I…”

“Y/N.” He just looked at you. You let your shoulders fall before unbuckling yourself. You got out and moved yourself to the passenger’s side, letting Bob take the driver’s seat.

“Bob, I can really do this myself. I’ve done it a thousand times.”

He rolled his eyes while starting your car up, “I called your name three times Gigs, you’re not fine.”

“I am fine, I was just…”

“Thinking?” He interrupted seemingly agitated with your responses.

“Yeah Bobby, just thinking.” You hummed looking out the window.

The ride back to your place was mostly silent, just the radio chatter buzzing away. You weren’t sure what to say. Bob sure as hell didn’t know what to say. He simply observed two adults who clearly have feelings for each other continually put both of themselves in pain watching the other. It didn’t make sense to him. He was sure Rooster had feelings for you, deep feelings, although he’s never directly confirmed it. He also knew that you liked him, having finally admitting it to him.

He pulled up to your place off base, he didn’t live to far from you. He was planning on walking home and finding a ride back to the bar tomorrow. He couldn’t let you drive seeing how zoned out you were, how distraught you really looked. He had to wonder if this was a regular occurrence for you. He didn’t really see the longing in your eyes before tonight.

You started to get up, he realized he needed to say something quick, “Y/N, I’m not the best at giving advice. But I think you need to tell him. You’re tearing yourself apart over this.”

You turned away from him thinking for a moment, “What if he leaves me Bobby? I don’t think I could go on. I really don’t.” A fresh set of tears started making their way down your red cheeks. You turned back to him shaking your head.

“Hey Y/N.” He frowned seeing you look so small and broken. He was never good at this, women crying, it always overwhelmed him, “He would never leave you. He loves you.” Bobby squeezed your hand softly trying you to get you to understand what he saw day in and day out.

“I’ll think about it.” You mumbled finally opening your eyes to him.

He nodded with a smile on his face, “Good, that’s a start Gigs.”

You used your cardigan to wipe the tears off your face, “Thank you Bobby, for everything. Really, thank you.”

He gave you his genuine Bob smile, “Anytime Giggles.”

You smiled back at him remembering when you were ‘officially’ assigned your callsign. Rooster stood diagonally in front of you in drill. Every time the Captain would turn away, he would make a remarkably stupid face which made you laugh, a little too loudly. Your poor ass caught the end of Captain Warmack’s really bad day. You started giggling trying to hide your face, but Warmack caught you. He stood right in front of you, squatted down and started berating you. You had to take it, in front of the whole class. You were sure your face was as red as a cherry tomato. At the end of his yelling he said, “And all you do is giggle, giggle, giggle.” Sparking the callsign in Rooster’s head. He profusely apologized when you were dismissed and you shrugged him off telling him, “It took everything in me not to laugh Roos.” And the pair of you were cracking up. Officially earning your callsign Giggles. You didn’t hate it, but you certainly didn’t love it, you were growing to love it. Over time it got shortened down to Gigs, which you embraced whole heartedly. You were worried that the name made you seem weak, but it did the opposite, people saw you as approachable which gave you many opportunities over the years to show how good of a WSO you really were.

“Night Bobby.” You said as the two of you exited the car, “You can drive my car home if you want.”

He shook his head, “It’s a ten-minute walk, I might need you to drop me off at the Hard Deck tomorrow though.” He sheepishly grinned.

“Anything for you Bob.” You waved while entering your home. It wasn’t really your home; you were renting it out from a couple while you were here. You weren’t sure how much longer you would really be here anyway. The mission was over, half the squad was already reassigned. You knew your time was ending and it terrified you that you would be shipped away from Rooster yet again. The two of you had managed to get deployed together often but not every time. Your stomach was always in knots whenever you were due for reassignment, just hoping you’d be close to him.

You looked at the clock frowning seeing it was only 8, you really did plan on being out for a while longer. You decided on pampering yourself tonight seeing as that was the only thing that could get your mind off Carly and Rooster. You turned your phone to silent and set it by your bedside not wanting any distractions. You picked up your favorite book deciding a nice long soak in the tub was exactly what you needed. After spending far too much time soaking you decided to just read and go to sleep. Your eyes closed around 10 that night, failing to turn your phone over since you had gotten home.

What you didn’t see were the frantic texts from Rooster making sure you were okay. He has probably texted you 15 times between the time you left the bar and when he was dropping Carly off. You were clearly upset trying to play the whole thing off as nothing. So, he decided to text you to make sure you were alright. An hour passed and the conversation with Carly was fine. She was a beautiful woman, but she didn’t hold a straw to you. After the first hour he sent a few more texts, just hoping for a response but to no avail. He distracted himself by taking Carly down to the beach showing her a few things. He wasn’t really going to take her to the cliff, it kind of just spilled out when he was talking to her earlier.

After another few hours of faking it with Carly he decided that he needed to check on you. It was nearing 10 and you still hadn’t texted him back which sent a little terror through him. Once he pulled in, he let Carly know he was just going to talk to you. He walked in enjoying the smell of your home. It always smelled like lavender, just like you did. Rooster was sure Carly picked up in his disinterest, he wasn’t trying to blow the girl off he just needed to make sure you were okay.

You were sound asleep when you heard a soft knocking on your door. Annoyed you rolled back over willing yourself back to sleep, but the knocking wouldn’t stop, “I’m sleeping Carly.” You spoke softly hoping she would just go away.

“Not Carly.” Rooster’s voice spoke through the door.

You internally groaned not ready for whatever this was, “Yeah Roos?”

“Can I come in?” He asked leaning his entire body on your door.

“Sure.” You spoke while still laying down, not feeling like moving.

He quickly opened the door taking a second for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He smiled seeing you laying there, looking so peaceful. You were still clearly trying to wake yourself up.

Yawning your stretched out while Rooster took a seat on the other side of the bed, “What’s up Roos?” You rolled over turning your body to him fluttering your eyes, trying to keep them open.

He looked sad, “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“I haven’t looked at my phone since I left the bar.” You admitted, almost whispering. Is that why he was here?

“Really?” He asked looking anywhere but you, “I texted you a lot.” He sighed looking down at his hands.

You bit your cheek to stop the stupid grin that was going to give you away, “I’m sorry Bradley, I was just tired and… yeah just tired.” You stopped yourself from spilling everything, just tired, that was all.

“Are you okay?” He asked leaning back into your bed turning himself to face you now, far too close for your poor little heart to handle.

You nodded, “I’m fine.”

“You just seemed so upset at me when you left the bar.” He stated in an almost whisper matching your nervousness.

“Did I?” You asked softly deciding to break the eye contact you two were making.

“Mhmm. Really upset and if was something I did…”

“No, it wasn’t you Roos. It’s me. I just…” You stopped this time feeling the emotions coming back stronger than ever. Your throat tightened up and you could feel your stupid eyes beginning to water. You quickly flipped around so you were facing him anymore to take a deep breath. Again, this was perhaps the last thing you expected to happen to you tonight.

“Hey, hey, hey, come back to me Y/N. You can tell me anything, you know that.” He placed his warm hand on your shoulder squeezing it tightly drawing you back into the room.

“If I tell you what I want to tell you it could ruin everything Rooster.” You whispered letting a few tears fall.

He could tell you were crying. It nearly broke his heart in two. He hated when you cried, he hated the boys that would fuck with you and break you down. He couldn’t stand it. It freaked him knowing that he was likely the source of your tears, “You could never ruin anything Y/N. I promise.” He cooed still holding your shoulder tightly in his hand, afraid you would vanish if he let go.

Here goes nothing, “Bradley I…” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I was jealous tonight.” You closed your eyes waiting for him to respond, so afraid of what his reaction might be.

He didn’t respond right away which sent your mind into a million directions all at once. You felt him get up from his spot on the bed, finally letting your shoulder go. This was it, he was walking out on you. How could you be so stupid? How could you ruin the one good thing you had, the best thing in the world?

“Y/N,” You felt him pushing the hair away from your face catching you by surprise, “Please open your eyes.” He stated.

You obliged, sucking in a breath when you saw just how dangerously close he was to you now. He was squatting down to the floor. His head was level with yours.

He grinned seeing your eyes snap open, “There you are.” He spoke so softly. Continuing to brush the hair out of your face putting you into overdrive. You weren’t sure how to deal with the utter intimacy. Sure, you and Rooster were close, but this was so different. He was looking at you like you really were the only thing that mattered. His palm felt so warm against your face you were sure you were about to combust.

“Here I am.” You looked away from him again. This was something. Any sort of courage you had was gone. This was your Rooster, yet you couldn’t even look him in the eyes for more than a second.

He cocked his head ever so slightly waiting for you to continue. You took another deep breath making sure to avoid his face when you exhaled, he was so close to you just waiting. Waiting on you to make the next move.

“I wanted to be her Roos.” You took a gulp ready to let it all spill now, “I was so jealous when you wouldn’t take your eyes off her. When you pulled her close. I was a stupid jealous girl who didn’t and still doesn’t know how to say this.” You groaned in frustration eyeing him to see his reaction. He looked happy, content, almost thrilled at the admission, so you continued, “I… I like you, Rooster. I like you way more than best friend should and uhm I…” You faltered.

He placed a finger over your mouth smiling as big as you’ve ever seen him smile, “My turn. I love you, Y/N. Not just as a friend, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you.” He looked right at you. You were struggling to process his admission to you. He loved you. He was in love with you. Your heart couldn’t keep up with your mind that was spinning in a thousand different directions.

“You do?” You managed to squeak out in the mess your mind currently was.

He nodded with his big goofy grin taking your head in both of his hands, “I’m so fucking in love with you Y/N it hurts and jealousy is quite the look on you.”

“Oh, wow.” Is all you said before you started cracking up. The relief that flooded through your system was twenty times stronger than any adrenaline rush the Navy gave you. The laughter was one of sheer bliss. Like you were floating through clouds, and you never had to land. You were sure your smile reached all the way up past your eyes. You placed your hands over top of his, which were still cocooning your face.

He joined in as well. The relief of knowing how the other felt about each other was nothing like anything the pair had experienced before. After a few minutes of Rooster making you laugh harder you finally came down from the high you were experiencing. He had yet to release your head from his hands. This time not afraid you would disappear but in euphoria that you admitted your feelings, he wanted to touch you for forever.

The laughter died down and two idiots were left looking at one another just smiling, finally admitting what had been building up for literally a decade.

You hummed rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand noticing the chills the rose when you did so, “I think I love you to.” You nodded your head, “No, I do love you. I don’t think I do. I love you, Bradley.”

That was all it took for him to let go of your head, gently of course. He scooped you like you didn’t weigh a pound from your laying position and brought you close to him, bridal style, “I thought I’d never hear those words coming from those beautiful lips.”

You turned your head into his chest to hide the insane blush that was inevitably covering your entire face, “No, no, no, don’t hide that face from me beautiful.” You could feel him laughing as he held you in his arms.

“That’s not fair.” You turned your head to take another good look at him. Your Rooster. Your beautiful Rooster. Who was holding you so gently in his arms. You hugged him tightly not wanting to let him go this time feeling like this was all too good to be true.

He pulled you closer to him in response, “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked in response to your actions.

You shook your head, “I just don’t want to let you go Bradley.” You smiled looking up to him. So happy. You were sure this is the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. Your Bradley. You were going to get to tell him you loved him for forever and you really couldn’t wait. You were going to get to wake up next to him, when you weren’t off on missions, every day and you really didn’t want to wait, “Stay with me tonight?”

He nodded rocking you back in forth gently in his arms, “I’ll stay whenever you ask, whenever you need me to.”

Your smile got even bigger if that were even possible, “Can you kiss me now Bradley?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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Title: me and the devil | part 2

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Pairing: Mean Smuggler!Joel Miller/Smuggler!Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Summary: Joel doesn’t take kindly to the attention you’ve been receiving from a FEDRA agent.

Author’s Note: Quick lil addition to the dark!Joel universe. Because I can never write a one shot it seems. Reader discretion is advised.

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Content Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content (18+), explicit language, considerable age gap (25F and 56M), mean mean mean Joel Miller, possessive Joel Miller, violence, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, begging, unprotected p in v, non con ejaculation, pet name (derogatory), dominance, rough sex, hair pulling, no aftercare, did i mention he’s MEAN like i cannot stress this enough. Let me know if anything is missing!

There’s a FEDRA agent who’s taken an interest in you.

He’s younger, probably about thirty. He’s handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a cocky grin. He slips you extra ration cards when he sees you, and shows you a kindness that you’re unaccustomed to.

He lets you slip past the gate for smuggling runs, wishing you luck with a hand against your lower back as his eyes scan the perimeter.

One night, when you’ve returned from a run, he’s there to greet you. Joel stomps past him without a second thought and Tess nods at him before going her own separate way. But the agent pulls you aside, down an alley, and kisses you breathless.

You both miss the movement in the shadows.

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Joel sees red anytime that little FEDRA fucker puts his hands on you. He doesn’t have any right to feel this way. In fact, he should be thrilled that your attention has shifted, that he no longer has to feel the burn of your gaze on his back.

But that’s not the case. He feels the loss of it like a shot to the heart.

So when he sees you in the alley with his hands on your body and his lips on yours, he doesn’t think. He just acts.

Joel storms toward the two of you, ripping the man from your body, throwing him to the ground. He gets a brief glimpse of your shocked face before he’s slamming the agent’s head against the concrete. The younger man fights back, bucking against Joel’s hold. But while the agent might be younger, maybe even stronger, Joel fights dirtier.

He’s got the man pinned with an arm against his throat as he stares down into his pretty face.

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again, you hear me?” He spits. He waits until the man stops struggling, going limp from lack of oxygen before releasing his grip.

You’re standing against the wall, the shock still painted across your features as you stare at Joel. Then you’re launching at him, eyes flashing with rage.

“You asshole!” You shout, fists beating against his chest. He yanks your hair, tugging your head back and looking down into your vicious expression.

“Call me that one more time, sweetheart, and see what fuckin’ happens.”

Your jaw clenches. “Ass. Hole,” you spit.

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Joel spins you so that your face is pressed into the brick of the building, scratching at your cheek painfully. This position feels familiar, the memory of this same hold on your in his apartment making you clench in anticipation.

It’s deplorable that his treatment of you makes you so goddamn wet. You try not to think too hard about what it says about you as he presses his body against yours, the hard length of him grinding against your ass and making you bite back a moan.

“I warned you,” Joel growls in your ear. One hand remains clamped around the back of your neck to hold you in place while the other slides down the front of your body, tearing at the fly of your jeans and shoving the material roughly over your hips. “But you wanted to be a goddamn brat.”

You whimper as he slides his fingers through your wetness, cheeks heating as he laughs. “And you’re already wet? Tell me, baby, that from some little boy kissin’ you or from me beating the hell out of him for it?”

“Oh god,” you cry as he roughly circles your clit. “Joel!”

“Shut up,” he snaps. You hear the clink of his belt being opened, the zip of his fly being pulled down.

You remain frozen, plastered to the wall with your pants around your thighs. The heat of his body returns and you jolt when you feel the blunt head of his hard cock press to your entrance. You squirm against his hold.

“Stop moving,” he commands. You go still, like prey accepting its fate. “Good job, baby, I knew you could listen if you just use your little brain.”

A moan breaks free as he slides inside of you, hips slamming against your ass with his rough thrust. The sudden stretch of him makes you see stars as he sets a punishing pace.

“Your little cunt is so tight for me, baby, suckin’ me in every time I try to leave. Desperate for my cock,” he growls against your ear. Teeth scrape against your neck. “Should I let you cum? I don’t think stupid little girls who try to share what’s mine deserve to.”

“Please, Joel,” you whisper .

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please, please, please! Make me cum, Joel, make me cum all over you,” you beg, voice as loud as you dare to make it. You can feel him smile against your shoulder, a hateful spread of his lips.

“You’re lucky I’m so fuckin’ nice,” he spits, bringing his fingers to your clit and sliding them over the sensitive nub with quick, rough strokes. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up, the thought of Joel calling himself nice is so absurd to you that you can’t reign it in. He smacks your ass in retaliation and you try to escape the sting of it by rising to your tiptoes.

He yanks you back roughly, wrapping your hair around his fist to tug your head back. His eyes are so dark, so callous, that you have to swallow your fear to keep it hidden. He must still see it in your eyes, because that sharp smile is back.

“Since you didn’t want to fuckin’ stay still, you can cum on my cock alone or you don’t cum at all, understand?” Your lower lip trembles and he tightens his grip in your hair, making you gasp. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” you murmur. He groans at the title, his cock pulsing in its appreciation inside of you.

His speed picks up, his thrusts punishing as he chases after his own release. You can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your own, your harsh breaths stuttering as you toe the edge of ecstasy. You bite back a scream as a particularly rough thrust hits you in just the right spot, making you shatter around him, your pussy clamping tightly to his arousal.

He’s not far behind you, his pace losing finesse as he chases his release, groaning into your ear as he cums inside of you in thick, hot splashes. Your eyes go wide at the sensation. You had expected him to pull out, as he had before.

You hear Joel pull his jeans up, followed by his rough hands slipping your own back over your hips. He turns you to face him, his face etched in that same permanent scowl. He smooths a thumb over the scrapes from the brick that have marred your cheek before he tugs your lips to his with a firm grip on your jaw.

“You let that FEDRA piece of shit touch you again, just know that its my cum he’ll be fuckin’ deeper into your cunt,” he says.

Joel doesn’t wait for a response. His eyes search yours for one brief moment before he turns on his heel and stalks out of the alley.

Your eyes flick to the agent still crumpled on the ground and you take a deep breath before following after the devil himself.

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Hi there! I really enjoyed your married to aegon headcanons! Especially the spicy bit with aegon's wife and aemond ;) what do you think aegon's reaction would be if his wife accidentally (or not?! :o) moans out aemond's name while theyre doing the nasty? 😂 i bet he'd be so mad but his wife would just laugh it off like whoops sorry 😍 i really enjoyed wife's character 💜

Wrong Time, Wrong Name

At the worst time too! Aegon thrusted into you at a nice, steady pace; his cock throbbed inside you with every stroke, feeling your walls clench around him. Sex with you was the ultimate feeling. It's the best end to a night of debauchery. He gazed down to see you on the bed, legs around his waist and tits bouncing from the position. You were jaw-dropping. Eyes closed, lips parted, and body glistening with sweat, he felt so lucky to have you, his sweet sister and soulmate. He'd leaned over to kiss and suck on your breasts when it escaped your lips.

"A...Ae-e-Aemond..."

He thought he'd heard wrong at first, so he kept going.

"Aemond..."

Aegon immediately stopped. "What did you say?"

You paused, your eyes flying open as you looked up at him. "Um...uh...Aegon. I said your name, love."

"No," he said, "You said 'Aemond'."

"Don't be stupid. I never would."

"Yes, you would," he kneeled up, but didn't withdraw from you. "You called me by his name."

You sighed in defeat, "Alright, alright, you caught me. I might have..."

"Might have what? Fucked our brother?"

"Oh please, I wish. I'd have more luck seducing a horse than seducing our brother," you grumbled, staring at the ceiling. "Every time I try, he rejects me because I'm your wife."

"As he should," Aegon said, shocked by the confession.

"You cannot fault me for trying," you giggled, rocking your hips on him so his length went deeper inside you. "He's tall...handsome..."

"A complete psychopath..."

"Who definitely has a big cock..." you continued grinding and closing your eyes, "Gods, imagine if I could have you both."

"I'd, um," he shut his eyes to the pleasure returning to him, "I'd rather not share holes with my brother, thanks."

"You can take turns. You don't need to be in me at the same time," you began fondling one of your breasts. "Intelligent men like him always have a bit of depravity in them. I bet once he gets going, it's hard to get him to stop. Like some other men I know..." you smile at him, pinching one of his nipples so he winced.

"I'm not touching swords with my brother. He's a twat."

"And I wish he'd fuck mine."

"Alright, alright. That's enough. I get it."

He significantly picked up the pace so you finished quickly; he pulled out of you and sprayed it over your stomach. You never let him cum inside you. He didn’t fully know why, but he never questioned it. He didn’t want children. He’d make a terrible father, and you wouldn’t be a great mother either. Yes, everyone asked why no children came from your frequent love-making, but neither of you answered them. Lack of issue was nobody’s business but yours.

He couldn't get it out of his head: you and Aemond. If things had been different, you'd be married to him. Aegon was no fool. He saw how Aemond coveted you. He spotted the jealous gaze in his eyes whenever you and Aegon stood near each other. It surprised him that he’d rejected your advances. He supposed Aemond refusing you is another sign of his piety and righteousness. He’d never bed another man’s wife, even if he desired her.

"You know I'm only teasing," your voice broke into his thoughts.

You rolled onto your side to face him. Undeniably beautiful, he couldn't help admiring you in the firelight. You'd both always kept things fun and light, but deep down, he burned for you. Your presence is the only thing keeping him in The Red Keep. He would have flown away on Sunfyre long ago if he didn’t have you. The thought of you with Aemond, in any capacity, irked him to an extent.

"Aemond has no interest in me, even if I do attempt to seduce him,” you said, “Surely, you’ve wanted Helaena before?”

He grimaced at the thought of their empty-headed sister. "No, she's an idiot. She's not my type."

"Then, what about that serving girl? What's her name? Ellyn? The one with the big tits who pours you wine at night?"

"I've already had her."

"More than once, I wager."

"That’s different.”

“How so? You’ve actually fucked her. I haven’t done anything with Aemond.”

“But you will.”

You laughed, “What makes you think so?”

“He could only resist you for so long,” he insisted.

You saw the pensive look on his face. Guilt buried itself inside of you seeing him this way. You scooted over to kiss his lips, the ones that gave you such pleasure and comfort.

“I still wouldn’t mind both of you,” you joked, kissing him again.

“In your dreams.”

“I suppose that’s where they’ll stay,” you sighed sadly, putting your head on his chest.

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A/N: well, this added a lot more depth to a couple I never imagined working on again lol So much so....I might have written this from Aemond’s perspective???

Heerreeee!!!

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Miles Away~ E.M

@pleasantlycrazyworld asked:

I have an angst idea! Do it as angsty as you want!!!

But the idea is Eddie breaks up with you before the first tour him and the guys go on (it's for like 6 months or something) and he claims he wanted the full Rockstar experience and couldn't be in a relationship. The reader is like fine whatever but everyone can tell they're upset and miss him. Even though Eddie left the reader has been still taking care of Wayne like they did while being with Eddie. They still come over and drop food off and clean and stuff but they haven't really talked or spent time with him and he's mad at Eddie for what he did.

Angst

Tears run down cheeks watching him pack up. He was finally going on tour with the rest of the guys. Corroded Coffin is going to be big. Girls were going to be all over your ex boyfriend.

Gareth makes his way over to you as he pulls you into a hug.

" I'm so sorry" he whispers into your hair. " I wish there was more that I could do" he says. He hugs you tighter. Gareth was like a brother to you, always looking out to you and making sure you never stopped smiling. " You deserve better than him" he pulls away, brushing your tears away.

" I'll miss you Emerson" he chuckles and pokes your nose, " Here" he takes out his drumming sticks from the back pocket of his pants and hands them to you. " I want you to have these"

You gap at him in shock, " But these are your favorite"

" You're my favorite too" he says as he bounces on his feet with a shrug. " I'll miss you" you say it again as he pulls you into a hug. " Quit hogging her, man" Jeff says he tugs you from Gareth.

" I'm not going anywhere. Hugs for all of you guys" Jeff wraps his arms around you while the other member that you kept forgetting his name, hugged you from the other side like a sandwich while Gareth wrapped his arms around the other two and you.

" Guys! Your squishing me!" you screamed trying to get away from them. They laughed feeling you squirm in their arms. They pull away and you dramatically gasped for air.

" Jesus, grab some deodorant before you guys go" you coughed. The boys put their hands on their chest like an insult.

" We smell like men, thank you for your suggestion. We will take it into consideration" the member that you forgot his name said.

" I'll miss you guys. Don't forget me" your lip quiver in a small pout as you looked at the three. " We will never!" they shouted together, scaring you. " Jesus guys, warn a girl before you decide to give her a heart attack"

Gareth stuck his tongue out. Jeff and the other rolled their eyes. Your eyes lock with him as he stood by the doors. His mane of curls were pulled back in a messy bun. He sported on the leather jacket he always wore with a cigarette in his mouth.

His eyes locked with yours.

" So that's it? We're done just like that? You don't want me to wait for you when you come back?" you asked as Eddie paced the trailer getting his things into the bag he found underneath his bed. It was worn out with holes in it.

" There is no point of waiting for me Y/N" he says shoving his shirts in. " I'll have girls lined up on me, I'll be busy on tour and won't have much time for you" your mouth dropped hearing how he is just throwing the relationship away.

" Do I mean nothing to you?" you asked, tears spilling down your cheeks. Eddie stands up with his back to you, his eyes close hearing how broken you sound.

" You do, you're my best friend and my best girl. But I'm going to be gone for six months. Who know what might happen in those six months? You'll just be holding me back"

" Fuck you! Go on tour, fuck all the girls you want. If this is what you want, fine. I'm not going to stand in your way, be your girlfriend. You're an asshole, Edward. Good luck on your precious tour" you spatted. He sighs as he grabs a hold of you wrist but you turn around and slapped him. He stumbles back with his hand on his cheek as he stares at you in shock.

" Don't touch me! Fuck you" you walk out of the trailer making sure it slammed on your way out as you headed towards your car.

The reason that Corroded Coffin got signed and noticed was because of you. You had made a couple of calls and finally reached a producer that was willing to come to the Hide Out to see the guys. Once he saw them, how talented they were and how you talked about them, the producer met with them. They found out that it was you that got the producer to come.

Eddie made love to you that night, thanking you each time his lips placed any part of your skin.

He continue to stare at you, finishing off the cigarette as he threw it on the ground and stomped on it with his boots. The same boots that you got him for his birthday.

He didn't say a word as each of them got on the bus. He stood with his back to you as he thought to look at you one more time before he left. He didn't as he walked onto the bus.

Your back turned to your car as you leaned on it watching the bus but your eyes locked once more time with your ex as he stood by the window feeling his own heart sink to his stomach.

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The bell jingles above Family Video as you entered. Steve turns around from the computer as he spots you first.

" Y/N!" he yells throwing his hands up in the air as he stands up. Robin peeks from the break room and walks over as she throws her arms around you.

" It's great to see you, how you've been doing?" Both Steve and Robin knew that Eddie broke up with you before he left one tour. Steve was ready to drive to the first spot of the tour to turn Eddie's insides into mush.

You shrugged, " I'm alright" you told them. That was the truth, you have been doing better than you expected. " I've been visiting Uncle Wayne more. Doing the little things that I can do to make sure he's not alone"

" I know you miss him" Steve says, Robin throws him a look and shake her head. " Robin, it's fine" you tell her noticing the look on her face. She sighs as she brings you into hug.

" He didn't deserve you. You're such a sweet, kind, caring and he let you go"

" Thank you but I'll be okay, I promise you" Steve eyes go wide as he remembers the movie you wanted to see the last time you stopped by. He takes it underneath the counter and hands it to you.

" This should put a smile on your pretty face" he says. Your eyes beam seeing the film you wanted to see in your hands and look at him.

" Thank you Stevie, you're the best" you lean up on your toes and kissed his cheek. His cheeks beet red as he looks away. Robin can't help but smirk.

" You're welcome" you giggle, poking his cheeks. " Harrington, your a little red" his cheeks redden as he puts hands over his face preventing you from looking at him. " Awe, Stevie's all shy" you teased.

Steve groans in his hands as he turns away.

" Thank you, I'll see you later!" you walk out of the store with Robin shaking her head at Steve, " You're such a dingus."

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You knock on the trailer door three time letting Wayne know it was you that was on the other side of the door. In your hands you had a bag filled with food that you cooked and in the other you had a six pack of the beer he likes.

The door flew opened and Uncle Wayne stood there, his back to the door as he lets you in.

You step into the trailer looking at all the cups on the walls, and eyes fall on the couch seeing the blanket you always shared with Eddie on movie nights laid there neatly folded. Your eyes looked over to the cup by the sink. The same very cup that had " best boyfriend ever." It was Eddie's cup, unwashed and it sat there for god knows how long.

Your eyes drop down to the movies near the tv, the very once you watched with Eddie the last time you were here. You snap out your thoughts as you set the bag on the table along with the six pack.

Uncle Wayne stood on the side with his arms across his chest as he watched you unpack the food. The food had little tables on them, how long he should preheat them for and he sees the little desserts too added.

No words were spoken between the two of you but the look on Uncle Wayne's face had told you how much appreciated he was. You turn to look at him as you bite on your bottom lip preparing what you wanted to say to him but there were no words.

When he heard that Eddie broke your heart and ended things, he became angry and wanted to drive down himself and let the boy know how wrong he was to let you go. He hasn't spoken to Eddie when he called. He knew he should of picked up the phone, but he was upset and angry seeing the look on your face every time you stopped by.

You were about to walk past him when your arms wrap around him, he is surprised at fist but wraps his arms around you as he hugs you back. You look up at him with a small smile on your face. He can see the heart break look in your eyes. You can't hide it from him. He knew you all too well and loved every time you came over. Weather to bring him food or to clean the trailer.

You were raised right and he had hoped Eddie would marry you one day. He was beyond shocked when he heard how you made his nephews dream come true.

He watches as you walk out of the trailer without a word.

" Boy, you're an idiot" he mumbles to himself as he shakes his head making his way to one of the containers you left for him containing his favorite food.

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The next time he sees you is when he's coming back from work, it was a long day at the plant and he stops in his track seeing how you've been cleaning around. There were no more dirty dishes in the sink, there wasn't a hint of smell in the air that used to be there, the counters look like they were sparkling from the light shine on them, the notices the floor isn't what it used to look like and everything looked more cleaner than he ever saw in his entire life.

He watches you as you emerge from the bathroom, removing gloves from your hands as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You were about to make your way into the kitchen to set down the chemical you used when you caught him standing there.

You sent him a small smile as you motion to the fridge. He walks over to it and throws it open seeing it was stock with food. You had gone grocery shopping.

On the couch laid a fresh pair of clothes with bag next to it. You reach for a bag containing the clothes you had picked out for him since he never had the time to go out shopping. Eddie had told you at one point what his size in shirt was as well as the rest.

Uncle Wayne open the back as he peered inside. His eyes teared up as he takes out fresh socks, new pair of pants and two new flannels. He looks over to you and drops the back as his arms wrap around you.

Eddie was so stupid to let you go. You were taking care of his Uncle even though he broke your heart. He had no idea how much you cared for his family.

You hear a sniff coming from him. A frown replaces on your face when you look up at him. You hug him tighter and it's like that for a couple minutes before you let him go.

You sent him one more smile and grab your things as you head out. Your smile widen and beams with happiness when you catch Uncle Wayne gripping the new flannel. He has new clothes to wear when he goes to work.

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The bus makes a stop as each member of Corroded Coffin steps off. All their hairs have grown out and they all have little scruffs on their faces.

" I'm beat" Gareth says as he stretches his arms above his head. He gets his back out of the bus as he waves to his bandmates. Jeff walks off and the other does leaving Eddie behind as he gets into his van. He grips the wheel missing how it felt underneath his hands, putting a cigarette in his mouth, he drives off to the trailer.

He hopes his uncle will be happy to see him.

He reaches the trailer parks and parks the van in front as he gets out. He stretches his hands out over his head as he looks around, spotting his neighbor watching him and he waves over to Max.

She scoffs as she heads inside. She was fully aware that he broke your heart, leaving you to pick up your own pieces of your heart and be back on your feet.

He frowns but shrugs as he head inside the trailer. His uncle comes out of the bathroom and stops in his tracks.

Eddie's beaming with a smile at the sight of his uncle. But he notices that his uncle isn't smiling nor coming up to hug him.

" What's wrong? Are you not happy to see me back?" his uncle takes a look at Eddie. Eddie's hair is a bit longer, a bit frizzer than usual. His arms are filled withe more tattoos and he has a scruff on his face that doesn't peak the interest of his uncle.

" Boy" he started to say, shaking his head. Eddie notices the new flannel on his uncle. " Did you get new clothes?"

His uncle chuckles, " I did. But you" he points to his nephew, " should be ashamed of yourself letting a pretty, smart, caring girl like Y/N go. She has been here every other day of the week making sure I was fed, taken care of, this trailer" he motions towards around, " has been cleaner in more years than I imagine. That girl has nothing but love you for the beginning."

Eddie looks down at the ground as he bites his bottom lip. But he's surprised that after he hurt you the way he did, you still came here and looked after his uncle. His family.

" You better fix this boy, you hear me?" Eddie rose his head as he nodded his head. " I don't care about this damn tour you did. That girl deserves more than what you did. You should be thankful she even took the time to look at you. Fix it boy"

Wayne grabs some food out of the fridge, " welcome home" he adds as he sits by the table. " You still here?" he asks seeing Eddie standing there. Eddie's eyes get wide as he scrambles out of the trailer into the van.

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You giggle as Steve wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek. After Eddie has broken your heart, you had managed to repair your heart and give it to someone that was more than what Eddie had done to you.

Steve Harrington.

He had grown close to you, took you on dates, made sure you were happy and he promised he would not hurt you the way Eddie did.

It took you the whole six month to find someone like Steve and it's the best decision you have ever made.

A van rolled up to your house and your heart stops for a moment as you look at the driver sitting there. It's him. Eddie was home. You stopped laughing as you pull away from Steve's arms.

The door opened and he stepped out. His hair was longer, his arms were filled with a little more of ink, he had a scruff on his face and the way he looked at you the moment he stepped out, made your breath hitch.

" Eddie" you spoke his name. His face light up in a small smile.

" Y/N" he says. Steve comes up besides you as he takes your hand in his, interlacing his fingers with yours. Eddie's smile drops as he notices. You are with Steve now and he was too late.

" You're with Harrington?" he asks.

You nod as you wrap yourself in the hold of Steve's arm burying your face in his shoulder as your eyes peek out looking at your ex. He scoffs in disbelief.

" You went from me, to him?"

" You broke my heart. You left me, Eddie"

" I'm sorry for the way things ended between us. You didn't deserve that" He says.

" I didn't" you nod agreeing with him. Eddie lips are in a thin line.

" Thank you for taking care of my uncle. You didn't have to"

" I wanted to, he is like family to me"

Eddie nods as he looks at the ground, " will you ever forgive me?"

Steve chuckles causing Eddie to glare at him.

" I don't know, Eddie. I don't have an answer for you" Eddie nods.

" When you do, you know where I live. You know my number" he turns around and walks back to his van. Your hand releases from Steve as you run to Eddie.

" Eddie?" you call out to him. He turns around to face you as his eyes are filled with hope for a moment.

" Welcome home" you say.

For the first time Eddie clearly sees that you didn't need him to make you happy. He sees the way your face lit up, he understands now that Steve was there when he wasn't. He wanted to go back to the way they used to be.

But he was going to wait as long as he needs to.

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coffeebeans18 · 8 months

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Drinking together

Warnings: swearing, sex

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm at the bar, drinking with some guy that I've never met before. He seems nice, but I'm keeping my distance. You know...except for accepting drinks from him.

But it's ok. I'm watching the bar tender make the drinks. This guy doesn't even touch them. He just asks me what I want, and tells the bar tender. He doesn't seem that bad. Maybe he just needed a drinking buddy.

As far as I know, he's here by himself. Maybe he just needed somebody to sit and drink with him. Maybe I needed the same. It's been a long week.

Guy: So, what brings a chick like you to a place like this?

We've been talking, but he hasn't asked me anything personal yet. But I don't know if I count that as a personal question.

Y/n: Long week. You?

Guy: Weird brother.

Y/n: You got one of those, too? I'm glad I'm not alone.

Guy: Mine has a drinking problem. What's wrong with yours?

(This is placed in Sam's demon blood era)

Y/n: Mine stole my boyfriend. I never had a problem with him being gay, until then.

I didn't think that would make him spit his drink out, in a fit of laughter. Maybe it's funny from somebody else's perspective. But it still hurts me.

Y/n: Dude.

Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He finishes laughing.

Guy: I really needed that laugh. I'm sorry about your boyfriend, though.

Y/n: It's ok. I didn't think we were gonna work out anyway.

Guy: That sucks. I'm Dean, by the way.

Y/n: I'm Y/n. You can call me Y/n/n.

Dean: It's nice to meet you, Y/n/n. You want another drink?

Y/n: I've actually had enough for the night. I should go home and check on my cat.

Dean: It was nice talking to you. I hope these you around, before I leave town.

Damn. I meet a cool guy, and he's about to leave town? Just my luck.

Y/n: I hope to see you, too. Later, Dean.

He nods and I start leaving. Of course, a guy starts following me to the door. And no, it isn't Dean. I wish it was, but it's not. It's some dork, who's mother obviously never taught him personal space. I try to ignore him, and keep walking, but he eventually grabs my shoulder, causing me turn around to face him.

Y/n: Can I help you?

Guy: Give me your number.

Oh he's drunk. Reeeeeealy drunk.

Y/n: No. You're drunk. You should go.

Guy: Or maybe you could give me your-

Dean: Or maybe you could leave her alone. She already said no. So get lost.

Guy: Damn. You could've told me you had a boyfriend.

He huffs and walks away. He might've been a dork, but he was a really big dork. I'm glad Dean was here when he was. I probably wouldn't have been able to fight that other guy off.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dean: Don't worry about it. I forgot to give you my number.

He hands me a piece of paper, with his number on it. Awesome. I got the cool guy's number. Maybe my night's actually gonna go somewhere good.

Y/n: Thanks. I was wondering how I'd find you again.

Dean: You got a ride?

Y/n: No. I was just gonna call a cab.

Dean: Or I can give you a ride. My car's outside.

Y/n: I spent all night with you. I think I trust you enough to give me a ride.

I let him take me home, and invite him inside. One thing leads to another, and now we're in my bedroom, where he's letting me do whatever I want to him. Of course, there are some things that I still ask permission to do. Like putting his dick inside me.

Y/n: Can I?

Dean: Whatever you want.

Y/n: I'll take that as a yes.

I put it in me, and start riding him. I'm not used to being the dominant one. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. The guy is always on top of me. Not the other way around. But I guess there's a first time for everything.

This actually isn't that bad. Being dominant for once. I'm riding him, and he's moaning my name. I'm hitting just the right spot with his dick, causing myself to moan his name.

Y/n: Fuck, Dean.

Dean: You're doing great. Riding me like a champ.

He might be the sub in this, but he still talks like a dom. Maybe he's not used to his role in this, either.

Y/n: Oh fuck. I'm gonna-

Dean: Cum for me, Baby.

He sure does have a way with words. A way that makes me cum. He pulls himself out of me, and cums on my bedsheet.

Dean: You lay down, I'll clean this up.

He gets up from where he was laying. He leaves the room for a second, going in to my bathroom, and coming back with a wet towel. He cleans me off, and wipes off the sheet as best as he can. Then he lays down with me, holding me in his arms.

Don't let strangers take you home from the bar. But Dean's a good stranger. I'm glad I let him take me home.

Dean: You ready for round two?

Y/n: Fuck yeah, I'm ready for round two.

Mr. Mittens: Meow?

Y/n: After I feed my cat and close the door.

#supernatural smut #dean winchester smut #supernatural #dean smut #dean winchester

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rhiezus · 11 months

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“ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “ // jack x geovany

there is this song jack heard the other day while cooking his meal that said something about not being easy to be someone that you never dream to be and it talked about how you feel small in certain situations compared to other people, he had never been the type of person to dwell on his own sob stories but ever since geovany came into his life he seems to be finally picking his own battles to fight. lunch was great that day, he ate his food sitting on the curb in front of the stairs that lead to the dance studio he taught kids while waiting for his next class, and he thought about how lucky he is to be able to appreciate little things in life. he had always been a simple-minded kind of person, he just never realized how that must have worked through his entire life, shielding him from much stupidity. and whenever he felt crestfallen and off control of his own feelings, he would always repeat the words his mother would use to refer to him that at least he was nothing like john.

great people are hard to come by though and he knows that because he was never really surrounded by many role models, besides his parents and a few teachers and friends here or there, he just had to critic his actions by himself. and by some amazing deal of luck again, he wasn't that easily swayed by any side regarding what was right or wrong. in that sense, he was somewhat like john though just choosing to go with the flow and whatever comes next. day after day and battle after battle, he was just living life to be lived like a task that never ends. there were some good memories along the way, but none enough to make him wish to make life wait so he could live it again. that is until he meet geovany and his ordeal just begin to look a little bit too ordinary. everything he said or did was funny to the others, his words as little as they were to him were like big wisdom and his time suddenly started to look like it was precious. he begins to look forward to taking him out to eat every week, to pay for his meals, and sometimes to even invite him over to cook for them, to listen to him talk about whatever, and to encourage himself to be a real person for probably the first time in his life.

they might have overdone on the soju this time because jack felt his eyes wet in front of his friend, he had to blink a few times in a quick response to hide them and drink up another shot. the worst part of it wasn't what was going inside him or whatever feeling he might have towards his complicated and intriguing life, but the way geovany set the tone of the conversation with such a kind and melodic voice. if it weren't for the genuine look of affection in his eyes and the way his expression was so soft that made jack want to touch his idiotic face, he would be definitely laughing, but he felt raw under those eyes, naked and dizzy. "that's enough booze for both of us." he was telling himself that he was drunk, way too drunk and was begging to see things that weren't exactly there. his heart was beating like a drum set in his chest, it was exciting and all at once way too bewildering. he took the four empty glass bottles in front of them and got up to put them over to the sink, he couldn't believe they were so hammered. geovany just had a way of making him seem like the easiest person to be with, all his guards not lifting one finger up.

still up on his feet, he wanted to pace around his room to regain consciousness, hopefully. "you know most of what i say it's just shit, right?!" he begin trying to joke back on, confusingly trying to settle in the things off his couch to sit. his apartment was the size of a shoebox, there weren't any doors between the rooms except for the bathroom. there wasn't that much space to go with so there wasn't much furniture, the living room consisted of a couch and a coffee table that was mostly where jack would eat since there was no space for a real table. right in front of it was a small tv and then his bed, which was a mattress supported by a few beams of wood. all of his things were hidden inside his wardrobe, which was the only thing that seemed like he actually brought with his money besides his pans and kitchen utensils. he enjoyed cooking as much as he enjoyed his place, it was cozy and he was proud to be a clean person, it wasn't that hard to make it organized since it was so small and he had so little. other people might pity his station or the way he was living, so that's why he lied about his address for geovany before. but much to his surprise, geovany wasn't all fazed or disappointed, in fact, he appeared comfortable there which was conventional since jack loved having him over.

"you should stay, it's pretty late." saying that was enough to make his heart rate become quite a concern, but he didn't give it a thought and moved over to pick up his cigarettes from the table they were drinking and that geovany was still sitting at. "but i should warn you..." he began, putting the cigarette on his lips. "oh, do you mind?" he picked the cigarette again, with wide eyes and a cute little expression of wonder. he never bothered to ask geovany if he smoked, he probably didn't but at the same time, he didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his presence to make him not want to come around again. right now in his life, he couldn't afford the luxury of acting recklessly in front of the person he enjoyed being with the most, he was not about to lose him and he already lost too much. he would gladly stop smoking altogether if it were to keep him there forever, it was a stupíd habit anyway one he did subconsciously for a very long time for a reason that he wasn't even sure he knew. and now that he thought of it, just like smoking had been on autopilot so it had been his life. he didn't want to put that pressure on the thought that it was geovany making him take the wheel, because if he actually did he might not be able to set the brakes.

#ouvindo clay no repeat #how gay is that #NO BC THIS IS ACTUALLY GOOD WRITING #im proud #e tb traduz o que esta na minha mente #ha um mes #jack.#jack x geovany #its mean to be

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little-moonbeam-666 · 2 years

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Angels And Dungeon Masters

Another loud yell came from the basement, echoing all the way upstairs to where you resided in Nancy’s room, perched on her bed. The two of you were flipping through Cosmo magazines and giggling over an article titled “The Myth Of The Unemotional Man: Classic Cases Of Defrosting”... at least you were until your younger cousin's party of heathens disrupted your thoughts.

“Oh my god, Nancy, are they always this loud? It’s literally one in the morning.” you complained, cutting your eyes at her. She just chuckled and gave you a smile.

“Unfortunately, yes. They’re in the middle of yet another D&D campaign run by their Hellfire club leader. And these campaigns last for weeks… months even. This one will probably last all summer. So good luck trying to get them to settle down.” she said, watching you get up and march towards her door with the intent of telling them to quiet down.

“Mike may not listen to me, but Dustin, Lucas, and Will love me so maybe I’ll have some luck.” You said, giving her a grin before making your way down stairs, smoothing out the pastel blue silk of the knee length, lace trimmed nightgown you were wearing.

You made your way through the living room and the kitchen before stopping at the basement door, hearing them all hooping and hollering over their game. You took a deep breath before opening the door, not caring if it made any noise. They were being so loud they wouldn’t be able to hear it anyways.

“Mike!” you yelled, before making your way down the stairs and planting your hands firmly on your hips as you reached the bottom. “Do you realize what time it is Michael?!”

“Sorry, Y/N! We didn’t realize the time! We will try to keep our volume to a minimum.” Dustin spoke, giving you a wide grin and making Mike roll his eyes.

“That’s all I ask.” you said sweetly, smiling back.

“And who might this lovely creature be?” came an unknown voice, making you scan the room once more before landing on someone you’d never met before.

“Oh, that’s my cousin, Y/N. She’s staying here for the summer so you’ll probably see a lot of her.” Mike explained before looking back at you. “Y/N, this is Eddie.”

You watched as he stood up making his way over to you and doing a very dramatic low bow, holding out his hand. You nervously scanned your cousin and his friends and they just shrugged their shoulders. You put your hand in his, instantly noticing just how small your hand was compared to his and how cold his rings were against your skin. He grabbed your hand and stood up straight, gracing you with a smile.

“Did you fall through a portal from Mount Celestia, because you look like an angel.” he said, his brown eyes staring straight into yours. You could feel a slight blush rise up your neck to your cheeks as he spoke. In that moment you realized just how underdressed you were, wishing you had at least put on your robe before you marched downstairs. You glanced nervously at your cousin to see him pretending to gag and his friends staring wide eyed. If you were being honest, Eddie was cute…. Really cute. He practically SCREAMED your type. So you didn’t see the harm in flirting back… and grossing out your younger cousin a bit more. You quickly regained your composure, pushing any hints of embarrassment away and smiled at the man who was holding your hand captive.

“Unfortunately, no. But you can be my dungeon master any time you like, handsome.” You said, batting your eyelashes a bit and pushing your breasts together just slightly with your arms.

His eyes practically sparkled as he gave you a wicked grin, laced with an unspoken promise to see you again… or possibly take you up on that offer. You didn’t miss his eyes darting from your face to your chest either. You got exactly what you wanted.

“Ew, gross! No flirting with my friends, Y/N!”

“Not even sorry about it, Mike.” you laughed, gently slipping your hand from Eddies. “Goodnight, boys. Keep it down, will ya?”

“Anything for you, angel.” Eddie said, smirking at you as you made your way back upstairs.

“Thank you, Eddie.” you practically purred, giggling as you hit the top of the steps.

When you made it back upstairs to Nancy’s room, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. And Nancy immediately noticed.

“Ok… what happened down there that’s got you so happy?” she giggled, nudging your shoulder with her own as you sat down next to her.

“You didn’t tell me that Mike had a super cute older friend here.” you said, nervously picking at your fingernails and avoiding eye contact.

“So you met Eddie? Of course you’d think he’s cute. He’s totally your type!” she said happily.

“Oh, I met Eddie alright. He totally flirted with me. He threw a D&D pickup line at me… although I don’t think he was prepared for me to throw one back.”

“You used a dungeons and dragons pick up line on him?! Oh, I bet he’s absolutely swooning right about now with hearts in his eyes!” she giggled. “Spill! I want details!”

“He asked me if I fell through a portal from Mount Celestia because I look like an angel.” you giggled, rolling your eyes dramatically. “And I told him no, but he was more than welcome to be my dungeon master whenever he wants.”

“Oh my god, Y/N! I bet he’s positively reeling right now, thinking up ways to ask you out.”

“You think he’ll ask me out?” you asked, almost too excitedly.

“Definitely.” she giggled.

The rest of the night was a blur, even as you returned to your own room. Every once in a while as you laid beneath the covers, you could hear a faint cheer or yell from downstairs. You could distinctly tell Eddie’s voice from the others. You couldn’t help but smile thinking about the cute punk rock guy with the fluffy hair and big, brown doe eyes that was sitting downstairs playing Dungeons and Dragons with your cousin.

The next morning had you flitting around your bedroom, questioning which shoes to wear with the short black dress. You had tried on at least four different pairs and checked them out in the mirror, but remained undecided. You were almost in full blown panic mode when Nancy walked in, chuckling to herself when she saw you sitting on the floor with shoes surrounding you.

“Nancy, help.” you whined pitifully, sticking out your lower lip in a pout.

“Stand up.” she said. You did as she said and looked over your outfit for a moment before grabbing a pair of black combat boots. “These. Put these on, he’ll like them. You are trying to get Eddie’s attention, right?”

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, putting on a simple silver chain necklace and a few beaded bracelets, followed by a denim vest covered in band pins and patches. You finished with the boots and fluffed your already teased hair in the mirror, checking your makeup one last time.

“Oh, it’s very obvious. I’m sure Eddie’s bouncing in his seat, just waiting to see you come down the stairs like the angel you are.” she teased. Your eyes went wide as you stared at your cousin.

“He’s still here?! He didn’t go home last night?”

“Oh, no. He usually leaves after breakfast and comes back right before dinner.” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Ok… um… do I look ok?” you asked nervously, smoothing out the short skirt of your dress.

“Y/N, I give Eddie all of ten seconds before he starts flirting with you. Now come on, I’m hungry and mom made waffles.”

You couldn’t contain your smile as you entered the dining room, seeing Eddie sat at the table with Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas. Eddie was practically beaming as his eyes landed on you. And of course Nancy was right. Not even in the room for ten seconds before Eddie started flirting.

“Good morning, angel.” he purred, giving you a grin.

Your stomach flipped at his words, making you smile as you grabbed yourself a plate and sat down in the empty seat next to Eddie. You could see Nancy smirking at you with the biggest ‘I told you so’ look on her face out of the corner of your eye.

“Good morning, dungeon master.” you purred, barely loud enough for him to hear. You glanced at him only to see him holding back a smile and biting his lip.

“Ew.” Mike said, pretending to gag.

“Shut up, Michael.” you said, making Eddie laugh.

You spent the rest of breakfast listening to Mike and Dustin talking about their game and Nancy telling you how she was going to hang out with Steve and Robin today. But your mind couldn’t focus due to the slight nudging of Eddie's knee against yours, as if to get your attention. Slowly looking over at him you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Can I talk to you… somewhere else?” he whispered. You nodded your head, going back to pretending to listen to Nancy for a moment before getting up and putting your empty plate in the sink.

“Eddie, you comin’?” you asked, quickly making your way out of the dining room. Eddie was quick to follow, following you to the living room where things were a bit more private. You sat down on the couch and motioned for him to sit next to you. He did, his knee bouncing nervously as silence filled the air.

“So… uh… did- did you sleep ok last night?” he asked. You giggled, realizing he was just as nervous as you were.

“No, actually, I didn’t. My brain was a little too preoccupied with… thoughts.” you trailed off, not wanting to reveal that you had been thinking about him.

“I’m sorry, angel. Were we too loud still?” He said, concern lacing his voice.

“Oh, no! If you were too loud I would’ve just come back down and told you all to shut up. Just couldn’t shut my brain off for some reason.” you said, giving him a smile. “So what are you gonna do today? Sleep I presume?”

“Probably just go home, play a bit, sleep a bit, then come back later.” he said.

“Play?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him and making him chuckle.

“Yeah, I play guitar.” he said, fiddling with one of the heavy rings on his fingers. Your eyes darted to his hands… his fingers. The thoughts that instantly flooded your brain were downright filthy. And then the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Would you play for me?”

Your words seemed to have shocked him as he looked at you with his big brown eyes, staring at you in disbelief. You gave him a shy smile as you tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

“Yeah… yeah, sure. I can totally play for you. Would you, uh, would you wanna come chill at my place? Yeah, I can play for you and we could, like, watch a slasher film or something. Or we could take a nap since neither of us really slept last night. But it’s totally up to you, angel. Whatever you want to do.” he said frantically, stumbling over his words. It was honestly the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

“I’d like that… a lot. So I guess I can just leave with you and we’ll come back later.”

“That works…. That definitely works.” he said, nodding his head in agreement.

“Let me just go tell Aunt Karen that I’m leaving and then we can head out.” you said, getting up from the couch and going back to the dining room.

“Hey Aunt Karen, I’m heading out. But I’ll be back later.” you said, eager to go spend time with your newfound crush.

“Ok, sweetie. Where are you going, if you don’t mind me asking?” she said, looking up at you.

“Oh, I’m just gonna go hang out with Eddie.” you said, motioning to where Eddie now stood leaning against the doorframe. “He said he plays guitar… he’s gonna show me. And maybe watch a movie or two. We’ll be back for dinner.”

“Have fun, Y/N. Dinner’s at six.” she said, going back to eating her breakfast. Before you could leave, Mike just had to have his say in the matter.

“You just wanna be alone with Eddie so you can flirt and make out with him.” he said, making Dustin, Will, and Lucas laugh.

“Why do you care who I makeout with, Michael? Is it because he’s your friend? Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’ll have him back for D&D later tonight. Maybe with a few hickies on his neck, but I promise he’ll be here. Scouts honor.” you said sarcastically, mock saluting Mike before looking at Nancy. “Tell Robin and Steve I said hi and I’ll see them soon. Bye, Nance!”

Before anything else could be said you turned on your heel and walked by Eddie, grabbing his hand and dragging him out the front door. Thankfully all you could hear in the background as you left was Dustin cracking jokes at Mike about how you’d stolen his friend.

Eddie walked you to the passenger side of his van and opened the door for you, allowing you to climb in before shutting the door and making his way to the drivers side and hopping in. You stayed silent as he turned the key before pulling out of the driveway. It was silent for a while before Eddie spoke.

“So I live with my uncle but he won’t be there, he’s at work. So it’ll just be the two of us, if that’s ok.” he said, glancing at you for a moment before focusing his eyes back on the road.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Kind of prefer it just be us anyways.” you muttered, picking at the black paint on your fingernails.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that, angel?” he asked, never once looking away from the road but a smile tugged at his lips.

“Well… because…” you started, stumbling over your words as your nerves crept up on you.

“I’m joking, Y/N. Calm down, angel.” he said, making a turn down a dirt lane that led into a trailer park. He pulled up in front of one and parked the van and turned it off. He managed to get out of the van and over to your side before you could even reach for the handle and opened your door for you.

“Thank you, Eddie.” you said, taking his outstretched hand as you hopped out of his van. You followed him inside and took a slow look around, taking in your new surroundings.

“Well, angel, welcome to my humble abode. As you can see this is the living room, the kitchens over there, and right down this hallway is my room… if you wanna join me back here for a personal mini concert.” he said, nodding towards the back.

You giggled and followed him down the hall and entered his room. Posters covered the walls, all of them being rock idols. His room was a mess, but you could tell it was an organized mess. One that you could tell he knew exactly where everything was, even if to an outsider it looked like a tornado ripped through there. You smiled to yourself, feeling very much at home. Eddie’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.” he said, although it wasn’t to you. You looked to where Eddie was taking an electric guitar down from where it was hung up in front of a mirror. Then he turned to you. “You wanna sit down, Y/N?”

You kicked your shoes off and got on his bed, sitting cross legged, waiting for him to join you. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and adjusted his guitar before beginning to play. You couldn’t pinpoint what song it was, but it was slow and sensual. It made you want to close your eyes and just be consumed by the melody. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hands, his fingers plucking delicately at the strings, his rings glinting in the light. You so badly wanted to feel those same hands all over your body, his fingers inside you. You had to press your thighs together slightly to alleviate the ache that had formed between them. You had no idea how long he had played for before the music stopped and his voice caught your attention.

“You ok, angel? You were kinda zoning out there for a minute.” he said while getting up to hang his guitar back up, kicking his shoes off along the way.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said, your mind trailing right back to the dirty thoughts about him. “Eddie, can you come here for a sec, I wanna try something.”

He came back over, looking a bit nervous, sitting down on the edge of the bed and turned his body a bit so he was facing you. You gave him a small smile in an attempt to quell his nerves, as well as your own.

“Close your eyes.” you whispered. He did as you asked and slowly closed his eyes.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself before deciding to just do it. Leaning forward you gently pressed your lips against his. You felt him jump at the sudden contact before relaxing and easing into the kiss, his hand immediately coming up to caress your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips as you felt the cool metal of his rings before pulling away slightly.

“Angel…” he whispered, his big brown eyes staring into yours as he smiled at you.

“Eddie… was that ok?” You asked nervously.

“Y/N, that was amazing. Can… can we do it again?”

You practically lunged yourself at him, slotting your lips against his again and climbing onto his lap so you were straddling his thighs. His hands quickly found your hips, holding you tightly against him as he moved his lips against yours.

“Eddie,” you groaned.

“Yes, angel?” he answered between kisses.

“This is why I couldn’t sleep last night. This is what I was thinking about.” you admitted, causing him to grin.

“You were thinking about kissing me?” he asked rather smugly. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“Well this… among other things. Dirty things.” you said. He narrowed his eyes at you and smiled.

“Can you tell me?” he encouraged, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

“I’d rather show you.” You said, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him back on the mattress so you hovered over him. You looked into his eyes, giving him the most innocent smile you could muster. “Can I show you, Eddie?”

“Show me, baby. Show me what that pretty little head of yours was thinking about.”

You placed your hands on his chest as you readjusted yourself on his lap, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his. His eyes widened for a split second before fluttering shut. The groan that he let out sent a shock straight to your aching core. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open so he could watch you but he was failing miserably, making you giggle.

“Does this feel good, Eddie?” you asked, smiling down at him.

“Y/N, baby, this feels great.” he said, his hands moving to your hips.

“Do you want more?” you asked, grinding your hips harder.

“I’ll take anything you wanna give me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” you whispered, leaning closer to his face. “What if I wanted to mark you up, leave

hickies on your neck so everyone knows that you’re mine?”

“Do it, princess.” he groaned, his fingers digging hard into your hips.

You grinned, leaning further down to press your lips to the side of his neck, just below his ear. You kissed the spot before latching on and gently sucking on the skin. The loud whimper that escaped his throat had you absolutely dripping, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your heated skin. You shifted trying to find a more comfortable position but accidentally ended up grinding down on him, his cock pressing just hard enough against your clit to make you moan against his neck.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

“That’s it, baby girl, let me hear you.” he groaned, his hands helping you rock back and forth on his lap. You pulled your face away from his neck and grinned, seeing the bruise you’d left.

“Eddie…. I need… fuck!” you whimpered, unable to form a sentence, too focused on the pleasure that was building as you continued to grind against him.

“What do you need, angel? Use your words for me.”

“I need more, Eddie.” you whined.

Before you could process what was happening, there was a whirl of movement and you realized that Eddie had flipped you onto your back and he was now hovering over your body. Your heavy breathing got caught in your throat as you looked up at him, seeing his eyes clouded over with lust.

“Tell me to stop, Y/N.” he whispered, his eyes staring into yours. You just gently shook your head, refusing his request. “Baby girl, I want you. So bad. Once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Do you want me to tell you to stop?” you asked quietly, pouting your lips a little and giving him your best doe eyes as you watched him shake his head. “I thought you wanted to be my dungeon master, baby.”

“Oh I do, princess.” he growled, narrowing his eyes at you slightly. Then he leaned down and affectionately nudged his nose against yours. “But you’ve gotta tell me that you want this as much as I do.”

“Eddie, please. I want this so bad. I want you. Please fuck me?” you begged, hoping he’d finally give in.

“I will, I promise. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. But I wanna taste you first. Can I eat you out, angel?” he asked, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours. You quickly nodded your head, unable to form words.

He grinned down at you before pressing a small kiss against your lips before leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping the skin gently as he went. He stopped at your cleavage before moving down the bed completely so he was on his belly between your legs, staring up at you. You could feel butterflies erupt in your belly as he looked up at you, pure hunger shining in his eyes.

His hands gently pushed your dress up to sit around your waist, exposing your black panties to his gaze. You whimpered as you felt his hands slide up your bare thighs until his fingers reached your core, his middle finger sliding gently up and down your covered slit.

“Eddie…” you whined, bucking your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Angel, you’ve soaked through your panties… you’re so wet…. you’re so fucking wet.” he said in amazement, more to himself than you. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment as he held up his finger for you to see it shining in the dim light before popping the finger in his mouth to taste you. You had to bite your lip to hold back a moan. His hands gripped the edge of your panties, prepared to pull them down your legs, but he looked up at you first. “Can I take these off, princess?”

“Take them off, Eddie.” you said quickly, lifting your hips to aid him in taking them off. He smiled at you and he tugged them down your legs and discarded them on his bedroom floor. He let his hands wander back up your legs until they rested on your knees and slowly pushed your legs apart.

“Holy fuck.” he groaned, his eyes wide and focused on your dripping cunt.

He leaned down, pressing small kisses against the inside of your thigh, lightly nipping at the skin before soothing it with a gentle lick of his tongue. You whimpered at the sensation and you could feel him smiling against your skin.

“Fuck… Eddie, please!” you begged, looking down at him, your chest heaving with how hard you were breathing. He smirked up at you.

“Is this what you want, angel?” he asked sarcastically before leaning right in and licking a long stripe between your folds, his tongue flicking gently against your clit before pulling away to smile up at you. Your eyes had fluttered shut and your head had fallen back against the pillow, the feeling of his tongue teasing you almost too much for you to handle.

“Baby, please.” you whimpered helplessly.

He wasted no more time, letting his tongue delve back between your folds and licking up your juices like a starved man. The feeling of his tongue pushing into your hole made you rock your hips against his face, fucking yourself on his tongue. He stopped too soon for your liking but before you could speak, his lips suctioned around your aching clit, causing you to practically scream.

“Eddie! Fuck, Eddie! Oh my god!” you moaned, forcing your head up so you could look down at the man between your legs, only to see him staring up at you with his big brown eyes. He continued to lick and suck your clit greedily while he looked up at you. You couldn’t contain the whines, moans, and whimpers that were escaping your throat, the direct stimulation sending you into a frenzy. Eventually his mouth left your abused, aching clit with a wet pop.

“Y/N, baby, you taste so fucking sweet but I wanna be inside you. Can I have you now?” he asked, moving to sit back on his knees between your legs. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough for him. “No, sweetheart. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes! You can have me! I’m yours! Just please fuck me!” you begged.

“You’re mine, angel? You mean that?” he asked, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor before standing up and working on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “You wanna be my girl, Y/N?”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, realizing that everything you ever wanted was standing right in front of you, currently half naked. Eddie truly was perfect for you, and sure, you still had a lot to learn about each other but that was a risk you were more than willing to take.

“Yes, Eddie! I wanna be your girl.” you said, grinning and nodding your head.

“That’s my sweet little angel! You’re mine now, baby.” he said, kicking off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers which left nothing to the imagination.

You sat up, Eddie’s eyes watching your every move as you shrugged off the denim vest you were wearing and chucking it to the side before grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up and over your head. Eddie’s eyes went comically wide as he saw the black lace, your tits practically spilling out of the cups. You smirked, reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders and off your body. You tossed your bra to the side before laying back down and stretching your arms up above your head, leaving your entire body fully exposed to his gaze.

“Come and get me, Dungeon Master.” you purred, arching your back enticingly and spreading your legs wide.

Eddie groaned, his hand reaching down to palm himself briefly over his boxers before pushing them down his legs. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw him. He was big. Bigger than you had expected. And you were absolutely aching for him.

“See something you like, baby?” he teased, slowly stroking his cock as he moved to kneel on the bed between your spread legs.

“Yes!” you gasped as he leaned over you, running his tip through your wet folds. You arched your back again, unable to sit still. “Eddie, baby, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Alright, baby girl. Calm down.” he chuckled, lining his cock up with your weeping entrance and bracing his hands on either side of your head. He stared into your eyes, searching for any sign that you wanted to stop. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Eddie, please… I’m sure.” you whined, bucking your hips in an attempt to get him inside of you.

“Easy, angel. Let me take care of you.”

He slowly slid inside of you, the feeling of him filling you up making your eyes flutter shut and your nails dig into his shoulders, surely leaving little crescent shaped marks on his skin. He let out a loud moan as he bottomed out, his hips now flush against your own.

“Y/N, angel, you’re so fucking tight! Squeezing me so good, baby.” he moaned before leaning down to kiss you again.

He pulled out about halfway before slowly thrusting back in, his tip nudging gently against your cervix. You whimpered against his lips and lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to move faster. He bit down on your bottom lip, giving you a particularly hard thrust and making you moan.

“Oh my god!”

“Not god, sweetheart. Just me.” he said while smirking down at you and rolling his hips against yours, the coarse pubic hair at the base of his cock rubbing roughly against your sensitive clit.

“Mmm so good, Eddie! Need more. Please!” you begged. You weren’t sure what ‘more’ was but you were desperate for it.

He sped up his thrusts and you tossed your head back against the pillows and moaned loudly. You were almost embarrassed by how loud you were being. It was almost pornographic. But you were too far gone to care. And if Eddie’s moans were anything to go off of, he didn’t mind them either.

Without warning he grabbed the backs of your knees, pushing them up against your chest, effectively folding you in half and making you squeak in surprise. He quickly pistoned his hips against yours at an unrelenting pace, making you scream. You could literally feel him in your stomach as he pounded you. He chuckled at your reaction and continued to fuck you, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and the moans continuing to spill from your lips.

“That’s it, angel. Let me hear you. You sound so fucking sexy.” he grunted, his pace faltering for a moment as your cunt started fluttering around his cock.

“Eddie! Oh god! Eddie! Fuck! Mmmm fuck!” you moaned, unable to form a proper sentence. His hard thrusts were making you see stars and your velvety walls flutter erratically around his cock.

“What is it, angel? Do you wanna cum? Your pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight. Do you wanna cum for me? Wanna cum around my cock? Fucking do it! I’m right there with you, sweetheart!” he moaned, fucking you harder than you thought possible.

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Eddie, I’m gonna cum!” you whined, staring into his deep brown eyes. You could feel his hips sutter at your words, signaling he was just as close as you were.

“Cum, Y/N! Cum for me, baby girl!” he commanded.

“Oh fuck! Eddie!” you screamed as you felt the bubble of heat that had been building in your stomach finally explode, the heat consuming your entire body. Your pussy spasmed around his hard length and clamped down on him, causing him to still and release inside of you. The moan that accompanied his release was the prettiest sound you’d ever heard, even if you had to fight the ringing in your ears to hear it properly.

The gasping for breath was the only sound that could be heard as Eddie gently put your legs back down on the bed and slowly pulled out of you. He sat back on knees and looked down at your puffy, swollen pussy where your combined juices began to leak out of you. He grinned to himself before laying down on the bed next to you and propping himself up on his elbow so he could see your face.

“You ok, Y/N?” he asked, using his free hand to swipe away some hair that had stuck to the side of your face with sweat.

“I’m… I’m great actually.” you said, looking at him with your glassed over eyes, still in a post orgasmic haze.

“Yeah? Me too, angel.” he said, laying his head down next to yours and wrapping an arm around you and placing a chaste kiss against your naked shoulder. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” you asked, turning your head to look at him.

“That you’re mine.” he said quietly, his eyes not quite meeting your gaze. Your heart nearly broke at the thought that he might have thought you only said it in the moment. You turned on your side to face him and brought your hand up to cup his cheek, making him look at you.

“I meant every damn word. I’m yours, Eddie. I’m your girl.”

The grin that graced his face was downright adorable.

“You’re not just my girl. You’re my angel.” he said, pecking your lips.

“And you’re my dungeon master.” you giggled, kissing him once more.

You knew Mike would give you two hell and Nancy, Steve, and Robin would bug you for all the dirty details but it was worth it. You could deal with those consequences later. In that moment nothing else mattered. You were his and he was yours. His angel. Your dungeon master. The way things were meant to be.

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hi lovee your work<3 could you write a oneshot with bucky where the reader gets really really sick while bucky's on a mission and no one tells him so he gets worried and caring when he sees her. Just make it super fluffy with also some angst!!

omg, bro sure sure sure!!! Bucky is my sweetheart, my boo, my pretty boy I absolutely adore him.

In this fic, you get a lot of backstories, Steve and Tony being besties, Thor and Natasha being Y/N x Bucky shippers, lots of phase 4 references, my undying love for "Clueless" and nobody dies 😉😂

hope you like it <3

Things I'll Never Say

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Ft. The Avengers)

Premise - Words from the heart are sometimes left unsaid, but will they finally be expressed through actions?

Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I want to blow you, away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

Guess, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

-Avril Lavigne, Things I'll Never Say

Avengers Compound

You sneeze for the third time that day as you open your door to reveal Buck standing behind it. He was ready in his gear and was puzzled by your demeanor.

“Hey, Bucky," you say, trying your finest to sound normal, but out came a croaky voice from your throat. It has been a hell of a night as you struggled with a stuffy nose and fever. You had no sleep and were sleepy as hell. You didn’t want the team to catch the viral fever so you stayed in your room.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled at you.

“Are you heading out on the mission?” you ask him, leaning against your door.

“Yes, we were just about to head out, I thought of checking up on you.” He copies you by leaning against your doorframe.

“Thanks. You’re coming in?”

“Nah, just passing by. You’re feeling alright? Banner told us why you dropped out of the mission.”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. It’s just a mild cold.” It hurt you lying to Bucky. You didn’t want him to worry and wanted him to focus on the mission. You actually thought your thermometer might be broken when it showed 104 (celsius) on it.

“Okay.” he nods

“Hmm.”

A comfortable silence falls in between you two, one you have become accustomed to. Bucky was a man of few words, and you never pushed him to say something. He lowers his gaze to his shoes, thinking about something. You wait, patiently.

“If you need anything... won't you let me know, Y/L/N?" he says.

You huff out a laugh “Yes, Barnes, I’ll let you know.”

The way you emphasize his last name made him laugh, and he looked you in the eyes. Despite being trained by secret agents and a literal Black Widow, Barnes always somehow managed to read you. In the same clothes you were wearing the day before, he watched your eyes, his sight unflinching.

He knew. He knew you were lying.

“Bye Y/N.” he steps away from your door frame.

“Bye Bucky” you wave sheepishly as he walks back through the hallway, lifting his chin and giving you a smirk. You blush a bit and close the door once he gets out of your sight, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

---/---/---/---/---/---

You have had this hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes since the day you almost beat him in a fistfight in Germany. You were team Tony; and he was team Steve. You fought so hard, matching his fistfight style and speed that shocked him, you were trained by Natasha and Clint after all, the best of SHIELD agents. But you got distracted for one second and his body slams you on a table. As you groaned in pain, he gets up and says, “You fight well, good luck next time.” You couldn’t answer but mouth a “fuck you” and he walks away with a sarcastic smile.

Even after everything, you could not stop thinking about him. The soothing blue of his eyes, the way he almost seemed impressed by your fighting, and that smirk, God damn. You were not sure if you'd ever meet him again, given the fact that Tony hated his guts and you were on his team, you could not help yourself but fall into the rabbit hole of the lore of The Winter Soldier. You read his file, read everything you could find on him when he was brainwashed into doing things you knew no person would ever do willingly. And your heart ached for him, everything that he had to endure.

But you do meet him, almost two years after Germany.

In Wakanda, he was startled finding you there, and let out a small, “hi” which almost made you roll your eyes if it was not for Natasha and Sam engulfing you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for years. Steve and Bucky made amends with Tony. All your friends that were torn apart two years ago, fought Thanos together.

And won.

You came back to the compound in New York, and everything fell back in place, just like it was before. Bucky and Tony made amends, and he was granted parole.

You didn’t talk much to him until you encountered him sitting by himself one night in the living area at 3 in the morning. You were about to sneak some late-night snacks from the fridge when you saw him just sitting alone, looking out the window. It was a different side of him, a shy and reserved man so drastically different from the one you encountered before.

Your friendship started when you wordlessly took a seat next to him and sat in silence for a long time. He finally turned to you and said, “I’m sorry about throwing you on a table.” Which made you say, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too, about my choice of words at that moment.” That made him laugh. And God was it beautiful. You could hear it all day and would never get tired of it.

You did listen to it, when you fell into this silent agreement of you joining him in the living room every night and sitting in silence, exchanging a word or two, or waking up splayed on the sofa with a blanket on you as he slept on the chair.

You never pushed him, and he opened up slowly. He told you about his life before he became the Winter Soldier, what he could remember. He told you how he could not remember the faces of his family, but bits and pieces of things related to them.

His sister tying her ribbons on his window to dry off, the smell of his mother’s food, his father’s watch that he would always forget before leaving for work, the sunlight shining through the alleys where he played with his friends, and so many other stuff.

You listened. Never interrupted. Sometimes even helped him to remember.

He never told you about his time in HYDRA, the horrific things he went through. And you understood the war that was still going on in his mind about whether or not was he guilty of it, or not.

You never felt this close with anyone before, not your previous boyfriends or your closest friends. He made you feel calm and at peace every time you were with him, unlike the anxiety and fear of rejection you have felt with others.

But the real question, as Natasha told you, still stands.

Would you let him know how you feel? Or not?

---/---/---/---/---/---

He climbs the ramp to the quinjet and looks around. He looked around as everyone was busy getting prepared for the long flight to another continent.

Natasha and Clint were already seated, in deep conversation whispering in Hindi. He could listen in due to his heightened hearing but he chose not to.

Tony and Thor were in the cockpit the former explaining to the latter not to summon lighting once they are in the sky, “...I do not want to explain to Fury why another one of his quinjet’s operating system is fried up because you chose to show Spiderling how your hammer works at 15000 feet up in the air.”

“I understand, Son of Stark.” He says with a not-so-reassuring smile on his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

He looks at the middle of the jet to see Sam and Steve, Captain America and Nomad, discussing the plans for the missions. He decides to join them.

“About time you showed up Barnes,” Sam glances at the holographic map.

“Nice to see you too Wilson.” He says as he stands next to Steve.

“And Wanda turns out, got married in secret and is currently on her honeymoon with Vision. She called Tony the other day to tell him she’s taking a leave for a few days.” Steve says, looking at Tony in an almost teasing manner.

“Where are Wanda and Bruce?” he asks, after noticing both were missing from the jet.

“Banner got a family emergency so he is headed to New York. It turns out his sister was also exposed to gamma rays and could transform into a hulk.”

“He’s got a sister?” he asks bewildered.

“Cousin,” Sam says.

All eyes turn towards Bucky as he realizes that he is suddenly the center of the conversation. “I… Yeah, she’s good.” He stammers out.

“I, of course, gave her a piece of my mind before congratulating,” Tony says as he joins the group, “given the fact I am her father-in-law and wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

“That’s… well… you’ve got a point.” Steve gave up his reasoning with Tony a long time ago.

“So, how’s Lady Y/L/N? Thor asks, gathering around them.

"Is she well?" he asks.

How could he tell them that you lied to him? That at this very moment you might be in pain or suffering. And here he is, getting ready to go on a mission halfway across the earth, like an idiot. He looks up and realizes that everyone was still looking at him, waiting for a full answer.

"She's not well," Steve says in a calming voice. He could see right through him.

“She lied to me about being alright. I could feel her body heat standing five feet apart Steve, she’s not well.” He finally admits.

“Well then, go back to her,” Thor says.

“What?” he looks at him.

“It's an intel mission Barnes, we’ll be fine. Please be with your girlfriend. She needs you." Tony says.

Bucky looks at Steve. He smiles at him, a silent understanding saying ‘yes, go for it!”

Bucky instantly turns a dark shade of pink, “Uh, we’re not… I mean.”

“Wait, are you not courting Lady Y/L/N?” Thor sounded genuinely offended.

“No... I didn’t tell her I liked her.” He looks at his shoes, not being able to meet someone in their eyes. He feels someone squeeze his arm and looks in that direction. It was Natasha.

“There are six of us. And we got aerial support from the country’s Air Force. Go get your girl.” She smirked at him. “Hell yeah!” Clint cheers and everyone joins him.

He shouts thanks to everyone, slapping Steve’s back for good luck, and runs out of the Quinjet.

And just as he was about to go to your room, he got an idea, one that would cheer you up more than anything.

---/---/---/---/---/---

The door opened and in came a tall figure, holding all sorts of bags. You squinted your eyes to realize that it was Bucky.

You were in a dreamlike state, shifting in and out of consciousness and feeling dizzy. Your entire body was in pain, and your head was killing you. But then, you hear a knock on your door just when you decide to lean up on your elbows.

“It’s open, come in.” you sounded like a frog with the croak in your throat.

You laughed out loud. This was unbelievable. You knew Bucky always had a soft side and looking at this, you were witnessing the full force of it.

“Bucky?” you call out puzzled. "Yes, that's me." He answers, turning the lights on in your bedroom. Your room lit up as he kept everything on the table near your bed.

“I got you some chocolates and the multi-colored sour patches, some fresh fruits, vaporub, and…” he turns to you, holding an Ipad, “a shit ton of movies.”

“I thought you were on the mission.” You say, making space on your bed and scooting away to a corner. He takes the seat and turns to you, “It was an intel mission, half of the team is on it and they let me sit this one out.” Saying so he smiles, showing his pearly whites.

Up close, you could see the small wrinkles near his eyes and his scrunched-up nose. He looked like a really cute and cuddly bear.

“So, you want to spend the day with me?” you ask through your eyelashes, suddenly aware of your state sitting in front of him.

You were wearing an old pair of sweats and a hoodie you’ve had since high school; your hair was a mess and your room looked like it had been attacked by a tornado. Clothes, books, shoes everywhere. His eyes softened, realizing what you were thinking about. He quickly shoves the treats and the tab towards you, saying, "Pick any movie you like Y/N. I’ll be right here.” And he gets up.

He starts collecting everything that is thrown around the room and brings it to your bedside. "Bucky, you don't have to do this -" he gestures for you to stop.

“You can’t possibly think you can clean the whole room in that state. C’mon Y/N, let me do this. Your job is to choose a movie that won’t bore me to sleep like the last time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t like ‘Me Before You'. I absolutely loved it.”

“It was sad.” He answers with a solemn tone, collecting the books and piling them on the table.

This time, you were sitting next to each other under the covers of your double bed. Bucky was leaning back on the headboard, his right arm slightly touching your fingers. You didn’t realize when but slowly your body was leaning towards his arm. You were feeling cozy and sleep was slowly taking over your body. And as Cher was plotting a makeover for the unpopular girl, your arm came in contact with his. “Damn, you’re so comfy.” You mumbled; your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your heart drops realizing that he didn’t like the story where the main couple did not end up together. So, you settled down for something funny and cute; Clueless. A movie Bucky loved instantly when you were introducing him to modern media.

The first time he saw it, the whole time he was saying, “Why do I feel like I’ve seen it before?" repeatedly. It wasn’t until you mentioned that it was based on a Jane Austen novel that he recalled reading it while hiding with Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

---/---/---/---/---/---

Bucky never focused on the benefits of being a super soldier, being part of the darker side of what the serum did to his body for most of his life. Therefore, he found it quite difficult to do so. But ever since you connected, he found some upsides too, his body was capable of doing some things the others couldn’t.

Like smelling your lavender shampoo from across the briefing room, getting goosebumps whenever you touched him, noticing the details of your face, the fine lines around your eyes that looked so damn beautiful when you smile.

And currently feeling his heart drop hearing what you said. He shifted his focus from the screen to your face, now much closer than it have ever been before, as it rested on his shoulder.

All his heightened senses were on overdrive as soon as you snuggled up to him. Your head rested on his shoulder as you held his arm in a hug.

You looked adorable, and he felt you relax, realizing how his higher body temperature might be relaxing to you.

He carefully closed the iPad, keeping it on the nearby table and clearing the bed as much as he could with you clinging onto his arm. He gently adjusted your body to lie back on the bed, and when he tried to go away, you held onto his arm, murmuring, “don’t go” in such a small voice his heart melted.

His mind flashed back to all the times you silently slipped into his room after hearing his cries through your bedroom walls. How you got under the covers and held him as he slowly fell asleep.

—-/---

He smiled a small smile and lied next to you, covering you and him under the blanket, and as you snuggled closer to him in sleep, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and fell asleep, the nightmares staying away this time, as you held each other in silence, at peace.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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