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roosterforme · 8 months

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The Younger Kind Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you and Bradley put some pieces of the puzzle together, you realize it was a blessing in disguise that you ran into Meredith. But in the early hours of Wednesday morning, Bradley is hanging on by a thread. How could anyone try to take Noah away from him?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley strolled out of work with Nat hot on his heels. "She's picking you up?" she asked, clearly surprised by the turn of events over the past few days. When Bradley saw you leaning against the Bronco in the parking lot, Nat gasped. "You let her drive your Bronco?"

"Yeah, I trust her," he replied, taking off at a faster pace to get to you. The expression on your face had him a little worried, and you looked tired, but he was so happy to see you. Because he'd been anxious all day.

"Hi, Natasha," you called out, waving past Bradley as he scooped you up in a hug. "And hi, Daddy," you whispered, next to his ear as he held you.

"Hi, Baby," he sighed, kissing your glossy lips. "I missed you. Did you have a good day?"

You sucked in a deep breath, but then Nat was there, and the two of you were chatting. But your face was pinched and agitated instead of smooth and perfect, and you were playing with your hands nervously. Bradley let you talk to Nat for a few more minutes, and then he softly kissed the top of your head.

"Don't want to be late to pick Noah up," he told you, and then he gave Nat a hug and took the keys when you held them up for him. "You gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked as he put the Bronco in gear.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" you asked casually, reaching for his hand.

"I can tell something's bothering you, Princess. But I'm assuming since you just grabbed my hand that you're not upset with me.

There was a brief pause before you said, "I saw Meredith when I went grocery shopping this morning."

Bradley nearly swerved off the road. "This morning? You saw her this morning, and you're just telling me about it now?" he glanced your way briefly. What happened? Did you get hurt?"

"I'm fine, Bradley." You squeezed his hand and pulled it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his thumb. "I'm perfectly fine."

"I swear, she's trying to ruin my life," he growled. "Won't leave me alone. Thinks it's okay to go after you. I'm afraid I'm going to fucking lose it in the courtroom when I see her tomorrow."

"Bradley, let's just go home and have a nice dinner, and then we can talk about it in a few hours after Noah is in bed, okay? You need to stay calm."

But that proved impossible. Bradley watched you with his son, just as patient as ever. You alternated between making dinner and coloring with him while Bradley silently panicked. He had no idea how he could give this up. Even looking at Noah right now was painful for him. And when Noah asked him to get all three of the paper crowns, Bradley actually started crying.

"Sure, bub. Come help me find yours." Noah took Bradley by the hand and led him down the hallway to his bedroom.

"It's in here, Daddy," he said, reaching for the yellow crown on his dresser and putting it on his own head before giving the bigger green one to Bradley. "Let's get the purple one for Princess."

Noah climbed up on Bradley's bed, but he still couldn't reach it. Bradley pulled it down and handed it to his son. "Why don't you give it to her, but only if she's not trying to cook dinner, okay?" It was hard to speak with the lump in his throat as Bradley carried his son back into the kitchen. He had his nose buried in Noah's soft hair, inhaling his scent and holding back tears. "I love you," he whispered as Noah handed you the purple crown.

"Oh, are we all matching tonight?" you asked with a soft laugh. But your smile didn't quite reach your eyes as you looked at Bradley.

"Yep!" Noah said as you slipped your crown onto your head.

And then dinner was mostly silent. And if you thought it was strange that Bradley held Noah on his lap the entire time, you didn't say anything. The night was going too quickly. Bradley had spent weeks trying not to think about this day, but now here it was, and it was worse than he could have ever imagined. He could barely stomach the food you made even though it was perfect.

"It's going to be okay," you whispered across the table.

"How do you know that?" he asked in response. "How do you know this isn't the last night I get to do this?" Bradley kissed Noah's cheek and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

You stayed silent after that, only whispering something sweet to Noah before you said goodnight to him. Then you let Bradley have some privacy to give Noah a bath and get him dressed for bed. He read seven books to Noah, and he was already asleep by the end of the last one. But he stayed on his knees next to the bed, brushing Noah's curls softly back from his forehead and kissing him a million times.

"I love you," he said, tears filling his eyes as he wandered back out into the hallway. You were cleaning up the kitchen, but when he found himself in the doorway, you gathered him into your arms.

"It's hitting you hard, I can tell," you told him, and Bradley didn't care if you saw him crying.

"I just feel like... all of this shit is beyond my control. I can only do my best. But that's still not good enough to ensure I get to raise my son, which is completely fucked up."

You guided him to one of the chairs and then climbed onto his lap. Your voice was so soft, Bradley could barely hear you. "I just don't see how anyone could take him away from you."

"Do you have any idea how often judges side with mothers over fathers? It's so unsettling, I don't even want to think about it right now."

You tightened your grip on him. "Then let's think about something else."

"I still can't believe Meredith was at the grocery store this morning," he groaned, rubbing his face.

You were quiet for a few minutes, and then you looked at him with your pretty face scrunched in frustration. "She said the strangest things to me."

Bradley was on high alert now. "What? What did she say?"

"Well, she made a comment about how your car is worth a lot of money."

"It's a Bronco, Princess. Not a car." He realized this was the first time he'd really smiled in hours, and it felt good.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. She mentioned that your Bronco was worth a lot, and she said she was surprised you let me drive it."

He rolled his eyes. "Just because I never let her touch it doesn't mean you can't. She used to wreck up her little sports cars annually and then buy a new one. Doesn't appreciate the classics like you do." Bradley kissed your shoulder and listened to you sigh. "But I guess it's kind of odd that she said that to you. And honestly, I have no idea how much the Bronco is worth. Maybe like sixty thousand? I try to keep her running nice."

You scoffed at him, and then Bradley could practically see the wheels turning in your head. "I looked it up against your VIN number. In pristine condition, your Bronco is worth almost one hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

"It is?" he asked, completely shocked.

"It is," you confirmed. "You didn't know that?"

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"Meredith also mentioned some life insurance money?" you said a little reluctantly. "In an account for Noah?" He watched your eyes go wide as you quickly added, "I'm not trying to pry, and we don't need to talk about it-"

"From my mom," he replied, kissing you softly to let you know it was okay to talk about it. "I have my mom's huge life insurance payout. I never touched a cent, because it was too depressing. After Noah was born, I decided to save it for him. He can use it for college or for a house or.... I don't know, he can sail a fucking yacht around the world with it or something. But it's for him."

You gasped and said, "Bradley, I think Meredith just wants your money."

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You watched him slowly shake his head as you scrambled off his lap and went to go get his computer from where you left it charging in the living room. When you brought it back to the kitchen, Bradley said, "Princess, she makes more money than I do. I just don't see how that could be the case. You should see where she lives in Oceanside. It looks like a mansion."

"No," she replied, opening up the tabs she had saved. "She doesn't live in Oceanside any longer."

"How do you know that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you as you sat perched on his thigh.

You pulled up some property records you had found when you searched Meredith's name earlier. "She went into foreclosure last year and had to sell. She lives in an apartment in San Diego now."

You looked at Bradley over your shoulder, but he was completely silent now.

"What was the name of her company?" you asked, turning back to the computer.

"Coastal Business Development," he said quietly. And a shiver ran through your body. You had been correct in what you found. But now you kept opening tab after tab as he sat there with you. More new information was popping up left and right. She had tried to hide her name by using an LLC, but Bradley knew enough of the missing pieces to help you put it all together.

"She's bankrupt," you whispered, and he gently pushed your hand out of the way to open one last tab himself. You skimmed the court documents and said, "It sounds like she married her business partner, and he left her high and dry."

"Damn," Bradley gasped, going back through each tab about Meredith's real estate foreclosure, business bankruptcies, and personal interviews. You tried to push the computer away, but Bradley kept going back to the same tab, and now he wouldn't even let you minimize it.

"Don't read it," you whispered, pulling his hand away and turning to look at him.

His eyes were void of emotion now as he looked at you. "She was quoted saying she doesn't have any children."

"She doesn't," you insisted, taking his face in your hands. "Not really. But you do. Noah is your son, Bradley."

He let his forehead come to rest on your shoulder, but a minute later, his phone was ringing in his pocket.

"It's probably Nat," he said, shaking his head. "I can't talk to anyone else right now."

He handed you his phone, but you looked at the name and said, "I think you should answer. It's your lawyer."

"Tracy," he grunted, holding the phone up to his face and closing his eyes. You tried to slip off of his lap after a moment, but he held you in place. And then his tone sounded sharp and angry as he scrambled to put the call on speakerphone. "Can you please repeat that last part?"

You heard Tracy's voice clearly say, "You remember how I told you Meredith was in breach of contract with her lawyer? Well, she never paid the law firm. Not a cent. The firm dropped her at the last minute when her funds never materialized. I just found out today. Do you know if she has any sort of history of financial mishaps?"

"Yes!" you said before you could consider if Bradley wanted Tracy to know you were there with him.

Tracy was quiet for a beat. "Are you at home? I'll come to you."

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When Tracy arrived after ten o'clock on Tuesday night, Bradley was practically having a nervous breakdown. The hearing was tomorrow. He and Noah were supposed to be at the courthouse in twelve hours. He felt like he was going to throw up.

But at least you were there, touching his hands and his shoulders and trying to make him feel better. You actually were helping him feel better. And then Tracy was in his kitchen with a huge bag, wearing gym clothes and eyeing you a little suspiciously.

Then she looked at Bradley and said, "Ignoring my legal advice, I see."

He sighed deeply. "Tracy, this is my babysitter turned girlfriend."

"Do not call her that tomorrow in the courtroom under any circumstances!" she said hastily. "Promise me, Bradley! I don't want us to end up looking like a pack of idiots when you point her out as your girlfriend."

"Wait..." you said, eyes wide. "You want me there tomorrow?"

"Yes," Tracy said, unloading folders onto the kitchen table along with her computer and a protein shake. "I already have a call in with the judge to have you added as a character witness. So be prepared to answer questions and give a statement if called upon."

"That's too much to ask," Bradley mumbled looking from Tracy to you. "I can't ask you to do that."

You looked at him like he was very slow and maybe a little naive. "You didn't ask me to. Tracy just told me I was. And I want to. If there's a chance I can do anything that might help, I'm doing it."

Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to panic too much as you and he showed Tracy what'd you had found online. "Fucking hell," Tracy muttered, scribbling down notes. "I didn't know this was going to turn into a criminal hearing, but here we are." She scrolled through the property records and matched up tax identification numbers, taking everything a step beyond what you and Bradley had been able to do.

"A criminal hearing?" Bradley asked cautiously, but Tracy seemed to be in her own world now.

"Oh... she's slick," Tracy murmured. "Or she believes she is. You would think she'd have known her lawyer wouldn't fall for this. I wonder if she'll even have a lawyer tomorrow..."

Bradley reached for your hand on the table. "Can we just backtrack a moment? What kind of statement will she need to make?" he asked Tracy as he nodded at you. "And what will Meredith's lawyer be allowed to ask her?"

Tracy looked at his fingers intertwined with yours. "You'll just have to answer my questions honestly, without using the word girlfriend! And then Meredith's legal team is going to think it's open season on you as soon as they see your name was added to the docket. If we can even manage to have you added. So if you can't manage to answer their questions calmly and without crying as they try to shred you to pieces, then I suggest you learn how to overnight."

Bradley wanted to put an end to this entire thing, but you cut him off before he could start talking. "Do you honestly think I'll be helpful?"

"Absolutely. Could be the nail in Meredith's coffin, given all this new information."

"Then I'm in. Seriously Bradley, do not argue with us again," you told him, kissing his cheek while Tracy typed away.

"Okay, I need some coffee. And then let's go over everything from the top," Tracy said, clapping her hands.

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It was well after midnight by the time you coaxed Bradley into bed. These last minute revelations were something Tracy insisted were good for Bradley's case, but he was looking extremely apprehensive now. He was raking his fingers through his hair nonstop and pacing around.

"You need to try to sleep," you whispered, pulling him down the hallway. "Let Tracy do what she needs to do, okay? She's going to be in charge tomorrow. She's good at this."

But he stopped short in front of Noah's door and let go of your hand. "You go get ready for bed. I'll be there in a minute." His voice was flat and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed before ducking inside the dark bedroom. You were worried, mostly about him. And about how Noah would do when being questioned by the judge tomorrow. You didn't have time to worry about yourself, so that was at least one good thing you thought of while you brushed your teeth.

You were dressed in one of Bradley's oversized shirts and waiting in bed for a while before he came in. You helped him change out of his clothes, and he climbed into bed next to you. He didn't say anything except, "I love you, Princess," after he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. But he let you pull him into your arms, and pretty soon you were dozing off to the feel of his soft breaths on your forehead and his heart beating beneath your palm.

When you woke to a pitch black room, you could tell he was no longer in bed with you. You found him sitting on the floor in Noah's room, watching his son sleep, and when you walked in, your bare feet silent on the floor, he looked up at you. Even in the dim glow from the nightlight, you could tell he had been crying again. But he didn't ask you to leave. He reached for you.

"You're a good dad," you told him with a soft sob as you climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Noah is lucky. And I don't believe they could take him away from you. Away from all this love."

He kissed your cheek, and then he smiled softly as you brushed Noah's curls from his forehead with one hand and Bradley's with the other. "I feel like I can't breathe right," he whispered, and you could feel his pulse racing as you pressed your lips to his neck. "I don't know what I'll do if they take him from me."

"Stop it. They won't."

He was silent again after that, and the two of you ended up sleeping right there on the floor. When you woke up as Noah climbed out of bed just after sunrise, your hip was a little sore, and Bradley was still sleeping.

"Morning, Noah," you whispered, standing and scooping him into your arms. You took him to the kitchen, kissing his chubby cheeks on the way.

"Do you live here now?" he asked, yawning as you turned on the coffee maker.

"No. I don't," you said, hoping he wouldn't say anything like that when he was questioned by the judge in a few hours. "I'm just your babysitter." He just blinked at you before asking for breakfast.

About twenty minutes later, when Bradley walked in rubbing his back, he made a beeline for Noah while you scrambled some eggs and made coffee. Even the mug that said My Other Car Is a Super Hornet didn't make you smile today. You burned your mouth on the coffee, and you nearly knocked the pan onto the floor. Because every time you looked at Bradley, you were on the verge of tears. Maybe you weren't capable of being as strong as you needed to be today. Now the idea of standing up in the courtroom was laughable. You were going to ruin everything.

Bradley was calling your name, and when you snapped out of your daze, he said, "You need to eat, too."

"I can't," you whispered, shaking your head. "I can't." You left them alone and went to take a quick shower, happy you'd packed a variety of clothing when you stopped home the other day. You were supposed to have a mock interview with one of your peers over a FaceTime call today, so you'd packed a blazer and some nice pants. You'd just have to skip the interview. Honestly, school and searching for a job had been the last things on your mind recently anyway.

You let Bradley get Noah ready to go, and when it was time to leave, you looked at him, so handsome in his navy blue suit. "Will you drive? Please?" he asked, holding out the Bronco key for you to take. You simply nodded, but a moment later, you felt tears in your eyes again. He was sitting in the backseat next to Noah. You backed carefully out of his driveway and headed to the center of the city and the courthouse and Meredith and everything else that you wished Bradley and Noah didn't have to see today.

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The fact that Tracy was chugging a Red Bull and looked like she hadn't slept at all was only making Bradley feel worse as he carried Noah up the stairs in front of the courthouse.

She rushed toward them and pointed at you. "You're on the docket. Get ready. Meredith supposedly has a lawyer, and I'm sure they've seen the docket update by now."

"Okay," you replied. You were nodding, but you looked as nervous as Bradley felt.

Then Tracy was patting Noah on the head. "Remember me? I'm Tracy. We're going to do something a little different today, okay Noah? It might seem a little silly at first, because you'll be the only kid here! But you'll be allowed to color when we get inside."

You gasped. "I didn't pack him any coloring books!"

"I have some," Tracy said, patting her briefcase. You immediately looked a little calmer, and Tracy added, "But that's the sign of a good babysitter if you usually pack them."

"She brings me coloring books when she babysits me," Noah told Tracy.

Bradley held Noah a little tighter. "Made sure I got you the best babysitter around, bub."

Just as Tracy cracked open another can of Red Bull that she procured from somewhere, she said, "Time to go in." Bradley didn't stand too close to you, and he didn't touch you. He followed you inside the front doors at a respectable distance, and you seemed to understand what needed to be done today.

When Bradley's eyes settled on Meredith, she was already looking at him. And she was standing next to a tall man in a suit. "Well, would you look at that? She does have a lawyer today," Tracy whispered, crushing the now empty can in her fist and throwing it away before walking over to introduce herself to him.

Bradley had to turn his gaze away from his ex, and he walked a little further away from you. The desire to touch you was strong, but he instinctively wanted to get Noah as far away from Meredith as he possibly could. Bradley's heart was pounding, and a wave of nausea passed through him.

"Daddy, can we go home?" Noah whispered, wrapping his arms around Bradley's neck. "I don't like it here."

Neither did Bradley. He held his son and thought about Carole, and how she never let anything scary happen to him when he was a kid. He thought about losing everything by the time he was a teenager and about the fact that Noah had given him a fresh start. A reason to be happy. And it was because of Noah that he met you. When he glanced over his shoulder, you were watching the two of them with a soft gaze.

"Pretty soon, bub," he replied, squeezing his son and pressing his lips to his forehead. "I'll take you home soon. I hope."

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amomentsescape · 3 months

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I love your writing! Could I possibly get a Slasher X reader. One of the Reader ending up in the hospital for whatever reason. It could be over sickness or getting injured/hunt.

Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Mentions of injury, illness, and killings

A/N: Thank you so much! Some of the Slashers were written outside of the hospital setting since I don't think all of them would be comfortable stepping out into public. I hope you still enjoy though!

Freddy Krueger

Freddy decided to pay you a visit in the real world when he hadn't heard from you in a few days

It wasn't like you to not say anything, and he was starting to get worried

But when he checked into your bedroom and found you nowhere in sight, he quite literally freaked out

(He may have visited some of your friends that night and threatened them to find out where you were)

When he finally found you in the hospital, he was even more worried

You could barely talk and your eyes were horribly bloodshot

It was only when you began coughing did he realize what was going on

"I haven't been able to close my eyes for more than 20 minutes without coughing" you hoarsely whispered to him

Despite wanting to take you back home with him, he knew better

He wasn't exactly a doctor, and he cared more about you getting better than you visiting him

So he let you be

He did help you with falling asleep though

And he visited you every night until you got better

He killed a couple nurses that he stated weren't taking care of you well enough though

Michael Myers

Yeah, he's pissed

He comes home, and you're not there?

Livid

Mostly at the idea that something happened to you, but he won't admit that the idea of you leaving him may have crossed his mind a couple times

But when he finds a note stating you were going to get yourself checked out at the hospital, he immediately heads out without a second thought

You have no idea how, but he sneaks in without anyone noticing him?

He immediately rips the blanket off of you and scans your body, trying to pinpoint what is wrong

It's only when he sees your bandaged leg that he meets your eyes

"I was trying to clean your knife, and it slipped..." you said like a kid about to be scolded

He shook his head at you and then lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the room

While walking out, you happen to notice several dead bodies laying on the ground, blood pooling around them

Ah, so that's how he got in

Jason Voorhees

It was after the 5th night of not being able to breathe fully that you gave in, deciding to go to the hospital

You told Jason it would be super quick, but after a few hours, you still hadn't returned

Instead of just waiting a little longer like a normal person, Jason assumed that something terrible had happened and decided to make a public appearance

(Something he doesn't do often)

He headed into town and located the nearest hospital

Luckily, it was late by now, and the hospital wasn't quite as busy as normal

When he stepped inside, he just slammed down a piece of paper with your name on it, the front desk worker frantically typing in the computer

With how Jason looked and the size of his machete in tow, nobody even bothered to question him

When he was finally pointed to your room, he immediately picked you up and walked back out with you

After finding your doctor and making them give him your prescriptions, he was off to take you back home with him

He wouldn't dare spend even a single night without you

Thomas Hewitt

With the amount of meat hooks, knives, and scrapped bones around, it was a surprise you hadn't gotten into an accident sooner

You were a pretty clumsy person in general, so when you stumbled over a little dip in the tile floor of the kitchen, you instinctively reached your hand out to stop yourself

You managed to not hit the ground, but you sacrificed the palm of your hand in the process

A large butcher's knife was sitting on the counter, and it had sliced right into your skin

Thomas was rushing to your side in a hurry, frantically smooshing towels onto your wound to stop the bleeding

Despite his protests, you insisted on going to get looked at in the hospital

You were certain your hand was going to need stitches

While you were out, he just sat on the couch the whole time, staring at the wall

You promised to be back later, and so he trusted you

But there was no way he was going to be productive with you gone

Once were finally back, Thomas was quick to give you princess treatment

He makes you lay in bed while he brings you food, treats, and cuddles

He'll be watching you like a hawk for the weeks to come, that's for sure

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba was quite literally hanging onto your ankles as you tried to make your way through the door

He was blubbering like crazy

But this stomach flu you've been dealing with was making you miserable

You needed some type of medicine to sort yourself out, although Bubba disagreed

You told him you'd be back soon before giving one last shake and running out the door, leaving Bubba whining after you

He was yelling at basically everything and everyone, frantically storming around the house until you came back

He knew he wouldn't be able to go with you, but he hated you going anywhere by yourself

He was only calm again when you walked back through the door a couple hours later, some weird looking pills in hand

He'd be all over you after that, refusing to even let you go to the bathroom by yourself

And unfortunately for him, this attachment to you resulted in him waking up with the same stomach pains you had just a day later

At least you still had some medicine left, right?

Brahms Heelshire

So there's no way in hell Brahms would ever let you go to the hospital

When you accidentally tripped on the stairs, knocking yourself unconscious during the fall, Brahms was going through a mental breakdown

He didn't know how to help you

And despite all the shaking and slaps he could muster, nothing would wake you up

He finally gave up and decided to call 911

When the ambulance showed up, they were met with a grisly surprise

One of the medics was immediately killed upon entry, and the other was held at knife point, forced to call back and say everything was fine

Brahms then forced them to help you, watching their every move

It was only once your eyes fluttered open that his body relaxed

He quickly disposed of the other medic, immediately tending to you

But don't worry, Brahms would deal with the bodies and the ambulance later

He did it for you after all

Norman Bates

It was actually Norman's idea for you to go to the hospital in the first place

It wasn't like you to be dealing with a cold for this long, and he was beginning to get worried

He happily drove you there, patiently sitting in the waiting room as the doctor took you back to check you out

With a couple prescriptions (and a hefty payment) later, you were back at home with him, relaxing in bed

Norman made sure you always had some tea to drink and soup to eat throughout the night

He even ran the bath for you in hopes of opening your sinuses

He just seems like a normal, doting partner

But if the medicine doesn't seem to help soon, Norman supposes he may need to pay the doctor another visit...

Just to talk things over, of course

Billy Loomis

It's just a little cut, why do you need to go to the hospital?

You shouldn't have been playing with his knife in general

He told you it was dangerous

But he can take care of you himself, he's sure of it

But when he finds you gone just a few minutes later, he immediately becomes tense

Great

With a loud sigh and a few curse words later, Billy is out the door and driving after you

When he makes it to the hospital, he just storms inside

He ignores all the calls from staff to "come back" and to "not go in there"

He finds you talking with the doctor, a look of shock on your face

(You're not exactly sure how he knew which room you were in)

"Are we done here?" Billy grumbles

"You shouldn't be back here"

Billy rolls his eyes at the doctor

"Does it look like I give a shit?"

And with that he, grabs your hand and walks you out, being mindful of your bandaged arm

You're still not sure how you haven't received a bill from the hospital yet

In fact, you haven't heard back from the doctor at all in the past few days

Huh, weird

Stu Macher

Nothing about Stu is calm... ever

So the moment he realizes you aren't home at your normal time, he flips

Probably tries to call and text you numerous times

He even calls Billy who's like "how am I supposed to know??"

When you finally send a text back saying that you went to the doctor's, he quickly responds back saying he's coming to get you

He storms into the hospital like he owns the place, immediately asking the staff where you were

If any of them refuse, he gives them a wicked smile that makes them all uncomfortable

They give in quickly

Stu suddenly barges into your room asking "what's wrong" and "who hurt you?"

You almost laugh at his worry since all that happened was you falling due to being clumsy

He just sighs and shakes his head

"You should have called me"

Once you're all ready to go, he just walks out with you with your arm wrapped in his

He says goodbye to all the staff like nothing ever happened, but they all look a bit fearful

Eric Draven

After fighting with the flu for a good week, Eric decides he should take you to get checked out

Despite your protests, he insists he needs to take you and stay with you (just to make sure they hear you out and give you what you need)

Eric wouldn't hurt or threaten any of the hospital staff, but his presence alone is enough to make them feel intimidated

You're practically in and out within just 20 minutes

"That wasn't so bad, right?" he teased

You just give him a little shove

He pretty much dotes on you for the time being until you get better

Unlike most of the Slashers, Eric has no issues with you going to the occasional doctor's visit

He cares a great deal about your health and always wants what's best for you

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inmyicyworld · 6 months

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New purchase

kinktober - lingerie kink, mirror sex

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mob bucky barnes, established relationship, smut, p in v, lingerie kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sexy pictures, doggy style, butt slapping, hair pulling, dirty talk.

Author's note: I know for a fact that I won't be able to write for every day of the Kinktober event, but I still want to be a part of it lol. So if any of you have some spicy (or not) ideas, my inbox is open for requests or suggestions.

Also, I had too much fun with AI stuff and y'all... this Bucky Barnes makes me literally weak in the knees😩😩 (I have a few more AI-generated pics to add to my fics, if you'll like it.)

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before.

“miss you, baby.”

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear.

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet.

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment.

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word.

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before.

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card.

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there.

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise.

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it.

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk.

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.”

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words.

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation.

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck.

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself.

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him.

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display.

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience.

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?”

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other.

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance.

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you.

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands.

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts.

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked.

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum.

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up.

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing.

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside.

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff.

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you.

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach.

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed.

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.”

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank.

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ahsxual · 3 months

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Dark Sins III

Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader and Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Summary: Stu has returned from his trip with his friends and now you have to pretend that you didn't spend that time while Stu was away with his father. How much longer can you keep this secret from your boyfriend?

Genre: Smut

Warnings: minors don't interact +18, cheating, guilt, soft & mean William, jealousy, possessive!William, spanking, fingering, oral sex (m receaving), cursing, age gap (reader is on her 20s), daddy kink, married William, love triangle, mentions of sex w/ both men (separately), p in v (no protection)

Word Count: 3,1k

Part I & Part II

While Stu spent the week away with his friends, you couldn't resist William's invitation when he suggested you to go to his house to sleep with him. His wife was also away for work, which made it easier for you to be alone and do whatever you wanted. Because of this, you had to lie to your parents so you could sneak into William's fancy car and visit places you'd never seen before.

You and William would fuck everywhere, whether it was in his car, in his bedroom, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the shower, in his office... whenever and wherever. At the end of the day, you would sleep against his bare chest, feeling his warmth and strong arms hugging and pulling you against him in a firm grip. His thin lips would gently kiss your neck before his tongue tasted your soft skin, your natural scent mixed with your perfume making his cock hard with lust. He would let his big hands explore every inch of your body at a slow pace, leaving your skin hot with goosebumps from his touches before grabbing your ass and tits hard in a possessive way.

"You are mine now." he would whisper into your ear in a low, raspy voice everytime you fucked or before you fell asleep against each other's naked bodies. You felt guilty to admit that the week Stu and his mother were away, allowing you to visit William at his work or be with him at home without fear being caught, was one of the best weeks of your life.

"What's in your pretty mind, sweetie?" William asked as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, listening to you carefully and curiously. You were both laying naked on his bed while studying each other's eyes, something that always made your heart melt. You and William enjoyed to stay like this after having sex since it's always pretty intense for both of you. Now, you're ready to enjoy your last sleep together, since Stu was returning home the next day. You absolutely loved how caring William was with you this past week, a side that was unknown to you... even though he was rough the first time he fucked you in his bathroom, which made you develop real feelings for him over time.

"I'm just... gonna miss you. Miss these special moments with you." your voice was weak and trembled a bit, a single warm tear falling from your eye. William cleaned your tear with his thumb and smiled, proud to see you craving him and missing him this much already, just like he planned from the beginning.

"Shh don't cry, bunny. You know you can always come to my office when you're feeling... needy for your daddy." he then kissed your neck with passion, licking and biting your weak spots that he already knew so well, making you run your hands through his hair and close your eyes to enjoy his addictive touch.

"I know, but... it won't be the same. Not when Stu comes back to me." William abruptly stopped trying to seduce you, looking you sternly in the eye when you mentioned his son's name. You just looked at him cautiously before gulping hard, as you suddenly felt your throat go dry from his threatening stare.

"You're still gonna date my son, huh? After everything we did together?" it felt like he was accusing you and making you feel bad for not ending your relationship with Stu, even though he was the one who started all this. You knew what you were doing was a horrible thing to do to your boyfriend, yet you couldn't just let him go. You still loved Stu dearly and you didn't want things to end without a good reason, since you would never tell him the truth. You realized William wanted to make you only his, hating the fact that you could be with another man other than him, and that made you wonder whether it was because he was developing feelings for you too or because he just wanted to own you... You just prayed the first option was the reality you were living in.

"Don't make me feel more guilty..." you frowned while you sat up, trying to shake off the guilt you felt and had tried to avoid for so long. William just looked at you with a furious expression, making you feel sick to your stomach. You hated seeing him mad... he had the ability to act like the sweetest man, before snapping and become the man you fear the most.

"Guilt... that's how you really feel about me. About us." he wasn't asking anymore, which scared you since he could snap any second now.

"Please William... you know I still love St-" before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly grabbed your neck with force, but not enough to make you gasp for air like the first time. You then realized he wanted to control you, not to hurt you badly. You could hear him breathing deeply, trying to control his anger so as not to scare you away.

"Don't you ever say that to my face again, you understand that?" he almost spat in your face with every word, his voice filled with anger. "Apologize to me. Now." he was growling at this point, demanding an honest apology from you. You felt his grip on your neck getting tighter, so you didn't want to upset him any further.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy! It won't happen again. I promise!" he slowly lost his grip on your neck, before a smirk returned to his face.

"That's my good girl..." he praised you before he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. "but now I have to teach you good manners and you have to be punished for what you said to me. You understand that, right bunny?" his voice was strangely calm, yet his intentions were nowhere near as undisturbed as his tone seemed to be. You simply nodded, not wanting to upset him again.

That night, William made sure you knew very well who you belonged to. He spanked you hard several times and demanded you to say that you were only his and you were sorry for what you had said, making you cry and forget about Stu by the immense pleasure he gave you that night... like any other night with him. After each harsh spank on your ass, he caressed softly your red ass cheeks with his big hands, admiring his work and marks on you. When he decided to end his punishment treatment, he fingered you hard while you were lying down on his lap. His other hand grabbed your hair harshly, making you feel overstimulated and cum twice in less than ten minutes. Once again, you felt like you were in heaven from feeling William's long fingers inside your drenched and needy cunt. You felt how hard he was against your thigh, before he made you suck and gag on his big cock while you were on your knees on the rigid floor, yet you didn't mind it at all. After a while, he came hard in your mouth as he moaned loudly, making you swallow every single drop of his bitter cum and make you thank him for it like a good girl.

You realized he wouldn't fuck you properly because you hurt his pride (maybe his heart too), when you admitted that you couldn't stop loving his son. He felt like he needed to work much harder to make you fall completely in love with him and no one else, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

"What do you say, now?" he asked with authority, his serious gaze fixed on you as he waited for the magic words he always made you say after allowing you to cum.

"Thank you for letting me cum, daddy. I was being a bad girl and deserved to be punished... I'll behave and be a good girl for you." you answered in a submissive way, the one he loved the most.

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." he smiled widely, yet his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You nodded, before tucking yourself into his bed which you both had already gotten used to sharing. That night, he held you tighter than usual while his face was buried in your neck, not allowing you to move an inch away from him. You knew William was right: tomorrow will definitely be a long day.

The next day you woke up feeling an uncomfortable light in your eyes, the bright and warm sun already streaming in through the window. You rolled over and tried to reach for William like any other morning you'd spent with him, but he wasn't there. You just felt emptiness in the cold sheets and that made your heart break a little. Then you thought about last night and how you probably hurt his pride by admitting that you loved Stu even after all you did with him. It was one of his ways to punish you and make you miss him, since he perfectly knows how much you crave his presence in the mornings and need him to wake up by your side. You tiredly sat on the edge of William's bed and checked your phone, only to see a few messages from Stu.

"Hey babe! I hope my babygirl slept well. I'm coming home in an hour or so. Can't wait to see that pretty face again😘"

You smiled broadly at your boyfriend's sweet message, before realizing that he had sent that message 40 minutes ago. Your heart suddenly started pounding in your chest from fear, because that meant Stu would be home in 20 minutes and you were still naked in William's bed with your underwear and clothes all over his bedroom floor. You immediately got up and took the quickest shower of your life, before putting on your used clothes. You smelled them for a second and felt relieved that they still smelled great with your favorite perfume. Suddenly, you heard someone enter the house and instantly recognized Stu's voice greeting his father. William is downstairs... it's probably his day off and that asshole didn't tell me, you thought to yourself. You quickly looked around to make sure you had everything before running to Stu's bedroom, ready to "surprise him" since he had no idea you were in his house... and also, because you had no way of leaving without him seeing you. You quickly fixed your hair to look good when you heard Stu's door open.

"W-what the..." Stu frowned for a second, feeling confused, before a big smile appeared on his handsome face. "What the hell is the sexiest girl on the planet doing in my bed?! I love it when my wishes come true, man!" Stu said in a excited tone, before jumping on top of you to kiss you all over your face and neck, making you laugh joyfully. Oh, how you missed his unique energy and his contagious smile... For a second, you tried to forget about William and enjoy Stu's company as he deserved. Like the good old days. You knew this was wrong in so many ways, but you were already too buried in this mess and this sort of "love triangle". It can't be that bad if you give the same amount of love and attention to the two men you love, right? Absolutely not. It's still completely wrong.

"Babe, you're tickling me!" you giggled loudly, trying to push Stu away to get some air. Perhaps William's plan to make you upset and miss him when you woke alone that morning failed at this moment, since all your attention was on your official boyfriend right now.

"Can't help it, I just missed my girl way too much!" Stu admitted before kissing you passionately. You felt him getting hard against your thigh and as you knew William was downstairs and could hear you at any moment, you decided it was best to distract Stu from fucking you right then and there, before things could go wrong.

"I missed you too so much, love. How was your week?" your strategy seemed to work, since Stu was easily distracted by your question and began to recount some of the funny moments he'd had while he was away. Besides, you were genuinely curious to know how Stu had spent the week with his friends and whether he had enjoyed it. All you wanted was to see him happy, especially after the secret you've been hiding from him. He then told you all the funny and risky things he'd done, like any other teenage guy, making you laugh with him and have a fun time with your younger lover.

"By the way, how did you get into my house?" his curious question made your heart race, your throat suddenly becoming extremely dry and your head to feel dizzy.

"I uh... wanted to surprise you. Your... dad opened the door and let me in." you gave him the best smile you could manage, hoping he would believe you.

"Oh, right. It must have been awkward tho, knowing my dad he probably scared you a bit." Stu laughed his goofy laugh and you laughed awkwardly at his comment.

"Yeah..." you simply replied with a chuckle, swallowing the little amount of saliva you had left so that your throat wouldn't feel so dry.

"Speaking of him, how did the part-time thing you asked me about go? Did he get you a shitty job or one that pays you just enough to afford movie tickets every day? With popcorn and soda included, obviously." he asked curiously, while laughing at his joke.

"Yeah, about that... I wasn't really interested in any options he gave me, so I've given up on that idea for now." finally, you felt relieved for being honest for once and not having to think about a lie.

"Oh man, that's awesome! For a moment I thought you were gonna get a job and wouldn't have time for me." he grinned, before he enthusiastically slapped your slightly sore ass, a small reminder of last night with his father. His teasing made you laugh, as you kissed him once more to ease the feeling of how much you actually missed him.

"You know what? I could ask my dad if you could stay the night with me." your eyes widened at his suggestion, but you couldn't help feeling excited about spending more time with your boyfriend. The only problem was... you'd be surrounded by the two men who secretly desire you deeply.

"That would be great!" you smiled widely at your handsome boyfriend, as you watched him disappear from your sight to ask his father's permission.

Having lunch with those two men was a real challenge for you. You could feel the tension between all of you, noticing how William was grumpy towards you and his son. Stu didn't let his father's bad humor get to him, probably because he was so used to it. Your boyfriend was the only one making conversation while the three of you ate lunch and you noticed from time to time William's eyes burn into yours, making it difficult for you to even drink water properly. You were so glad that Stu was an energetic person and enjoyed to hold a conversation.

The rest of the evening, you spent your time watching horror movies with Stu while eating popcorn and candy. You were really enjoying that moment, missing the old routine you and Stu had when you both met and started dating. You knew how much Stu loved horror movies, so his happiness was your happiness. When the killing scene appeared on screen, you felt Stu's hands gripping firmly your thigh in desire. You looked at his pajama pants out of the corner of your eye and as you expected it, he was fully hard. You smiled to yourself and slowly ran your hands over his pajama bottoms, rubbing his cock in a firm grip, causing him to moan deseperately.

"Fuck babe, I haven't cum once this week. You have no idea how much I wanna destroy you right now..." Stu looked intensely at you as his breathing became heavy, his pupils dilated with lust so much that you could barely see his gorgeous blue color in his eyes. His words immediately triggered a reaction in your clit, already missing his dick inside you. In one swift movement, you sat on his lap and started making out with him, your tongues and lips fully covered in your saliva from the sloppy, yet passionate kiss you shared. You moaned loudly when you felt him pull your top up, revealing your tits as his lips sucked on your hard nipples while he forced you to rub against his erection.

"You missed my dick inside you, didn't you baby? Show me how much you missed me." his voice was incredibly sexy right now and you couldn't hold it anymore. You undressed yourself completely before helping Stu undress, leaving him with only his boxers and pajama pants around his ankles. Finally, you grabbed his long, erected dick and lined it up with your soaked pussy, ready to take him. When he penetrated you, you both moaned simultaneously and he barely gave you time to adjust to his size. He immediately started pounding into you from underneath, before helping you ride him while grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you up and down.

"That's my girl, always ready to take me so well. Fuck, I really missed this wet pussy..." he admitted before laying you down on the bed. Then he changed to a position called "mating press", making you see stars and moan loudly as his cock started pounding into you at a fast pace, one that only a man with Stu's stamina would be able to do.

"Fuck Stu, I'm gonna cum!!" you moaned like a porn star as his dick constantly touched your g-stop until you came hard.

"That's it, babygirl... you're so fucking hot when you cum for me." Stu came deep inside you right after, trying to catch his breath before cuddling with you until you felt ready for a second round.

There was no way William didn't hear you and Stu fucking like needy and horny teenagers... you're gonna be in so much trouble.

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cowgurrrl · 3 months

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Keep the Wolves Away

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: Dedicated to my real life Andies. Thank you for making me feel easy to love.

Summary: The worst decision [5.2k]

Warnings: platonic threatening, discussions of bad mental health, so much flirting that (spoiler alert) might be real, possible THE shittiest ex I ever could've written, all the southern pet names, alcohol consumption, the resurgence of an old nude of readers, gaslighty behavior, smoking cigarettes (don't smoke kids), Joel talking reader out of a spiral, two (2) kisses

"So, it's a date." Andie declares once you're done explaining everything to her over FaceTime. You pause your blush application to roll your eyes at her.

"It's not a date!"

"I'm sorry, so I'm just supposed to believe you when you say you're going to be just friends with the hot, sweet single dad who sounds like he's head over heels for you?"

"He is not head over heels for me." You sound a little petulant, and Andie laughs like she did when you were in high school and trying to hide a crush from her.

"Babe, he willingly went on a high school field trip just so he could see you."

"His daughter was there. I'm sure he wanted to spend time with her."

"I'm sure he did because he's a great dad, but he also wanted to see you in your element. It's sexy watching someone do the thing they love."

"Yeah, yeah." You brush her off, and she scoffs. You toss your makeup brush back into its bag and check out your outfit in the mirror. It's nothing insane— just a plain black slip dress— but now that Joel's arrival is getting closer and closer, you're rethinking everything. "Do I look okay?"

"You look stunning!" Andie chirps. "I'm sure your not boyfriend will think the same thing."

"I'm going to get a plane ticket to Austria just so I can choke you out with my own two hands." You threaten, but she laughs so hard you can't stop smiling. Once the trans-Atlantic giggling dies down, the line goes quiet, and you take a deep breath as you pull your mascara out.

"Are you nervous to see him?" She asks gently. Andie came home for the summer dubbed The Dark Days. She stayed over when the one-bedroom apartment felt too big and got you out of the house when you couldn't stand the four walls anymore. She took whatever he left behind to his new apartment so you wouldn't have to (and gave him a piece of her mind while she was at it). She made you believe in love again. Not sticky, frustrating, unpredictable romantic love but pure, easy, all-knowing love that can only come from long-enduring relationships such as yours.

For a long time after he left, you thought you were hard to love. Too loud, too bright, too much. Until you were out at a bar with her one night, trying to find the remnants of your independence and self-esteem tucked under sweaty beers and cracked leather chairs, when someone pointed out how similar you and Andie were. "Like two sides of the same coin," the woman told you. Andie is one of the easiest people in the world to love with her quick wit, creativity, and smile. And you realized for the first time if you had even a shred of that, even if only by dint of knowing and being loved by her, then you must be easy to love too. You must be worth the mess and heartache and stained fingerprints.

So, yeah, Andie was less than pleased to hear that all that hard work could be undone by seeing him again, but she was supportive.

"I don't know," you sigh. "I'm not a kid anymore. I've had more years without him than I did with him, but it's still scary."

"I know."

"I don't even know what I'm gonna say to him."

"He'll probably be too busy with the gallery and everything. Maybe you won't even have to." She says, and you groan at the uncertainty of everything.

"God, why did I say yes?" You ask as a knock interrupts your whining. You end your call with a quick "I love you, thank you, I'll text you" before throwing your phone down. "Come in!" You yell from the bathroom as you rapidly finish doing your makeup. There's a pause on the other side before he jiggles the knob and finally comes in. "I'm just finishing up in the bathroom. Give me a minute."

"D'you always leave your door unlocked?" Joel asks. The sound of his unsure footsteps reaches your ears, and you smile at the thought of him looking around your apartment like a lost toddler.

"Only when I know someone's coming over," you say. "Sorry, it's a mess."

"Oh, this is nothin'. You should see Ellie's room." He says, his feet pacing the floor. You swipe on a cute lipstick you never wear and finally step out into the living room where Joel is waiting. He's wearing a black button-up shirt with nice pants as he stands with his back to you, looking at some of the things on your wall.

"Well, don't you look nice?" You compliment, making him turn around with a shy smile. His eyes roam over you, taking in every detail or sliver of skin he hasn't seen before. His intense gaze reminds you of how he looked at you in the bar when you were sure his eyes would melt you. He looks dumbstruck, and his Adam's apple bobs when his eyes finally settle on your face.

"Wow… you look-"

"Choose carefully." You tease to take some of the tension out of the room.

"Beautiful," he says, thwarting your efforts. "You always look beautiful."

"Thank you. Not so bad yourself."

"You like it? Ellie helped me pick it out," he anxiously fiddles with the sleeves of his shirt. "Feels weird."

"What specifically feels weird?" You ask, stepping closer to him to examine his outfit. He smells like aftershave and the cologne he's prone to wearing. Why the fuck do you have his cologne memorized, you think to yourself.

"I dunno. I think I just feel outta place."

"Well, you don't look out of place," you say. "These might be what's doing it, though." You tap the top buttons of his shirt, the ones buttoned all the way up to his chin like a toddler going to Christmas mass.

"Ellie said I should do all of 'em since it's a fancy art thing."

"Well, you should stop taking fashion advice from a fifteen-year-old," you laugh. "I promise it's not fancy enough to justify being uncomfortable."

"I'm takin' your word for it." He says as he reaches up to undo his top two buttons, revealing freckles across his chest and collarbones and the tiniest sliver of a gold chain resting against his throat. For some reason, you can't tear your eyes away from the veins in his neck or the delicate necklace stuck to his warm skin. "What, it really looks that bad?" He thankfully breaks through your thoughts, and you try to recover by shaking your head.

"No, no. Not at all. You look really nice," you say, clearing your throat. "Let me get my purse, and we can go." You don't even wait for him to respond. You just turn on your heels and walk to your bedroom. In the security of your bedroom, you let out a long exhale and try to get your mind back on track.

You're just nervous. He's being nice. You're being nice back. It's nothing. It's nothing. It's nothing, you mentally chant. When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you almost have to laugh at the fierce blush on your cheeks and the distracted look in your eyes. "You better get it together." You say, pointing at yourself in the mirror like it's gonna do anything to make tonight smoother.

The gallery is packed when you get there. Joel curses under his breath as he tries to find a parking spot, and you try to keep your anxiety at bay. All you have to do is show your face, look at the paintings, and leave. Maybe you can manage to steal a bottle of the cheap wine they're undoubtedly serving. It'll be an hour. Two tops. You can do this.

You're so in your head that you didn't notice that Joel parked the car or that he was looking at you until he bumped your knee with his.

"You okay?" He asks. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Just need a second." You mumble. You fiddle with your earrings, your dress, anything to keep your hands busy as you psyche yourself up.

"When's the last time you saw this asshole?"

"He wasn't always an asshole," you try to redirect, but he raises his eyebrows at you. "Since I graduated college."

"We don't have to go in." He offers easily, and you give him a look.

"Yes, we do. My name's on the list and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "The world's not gonna end just cause one person didn't show up."

"But you drove all the way here."

"And I can drive you all the way back. Besides, it's nice having a pretty girl in my truck. It wouldn't hurt to have you here next to me for a little while longer." He says, and you laugh, feeling some weight lift off your shoulders.

"You get many pretty girls sitting in your truck?"

"Just my pretty girls."

"Right." You say, and he smiles, creating familiar crinkles in the corners of his eyes. They look a little deeper in the moonlight, but his eyes shine differently. Your fingers itch to draw them if only to critique your work and find the answer to why he has such an effect on you. You're aware that you're staring, but you also can't find it in yourself to look away. Not when he's staring back at you so fondly.

"What can I do to help you?" He asks. You feel like you could cry at the sincerity in his voice. You've talked to Ellie about her anxiety, so you know he has some practice in dealing with it, but he's acting like it's second nature. Like this is what he was meant to do. He bumps you again when you start messing with your purse. "Do you want this to be like at the bar? Do you want me to take you home and pretend like we were never here? Do you want me to go in there and crack some skulls? You say the word— any word— and I'll do it for you, darlin'."

Darlin’. It's what he called you when you promised revenge for almost kissing you at the bar. Normally, you'd be against any form of pet name. Henry was not openly affectionate in that way, and you learned not to expect it from him. But here's Joel, dropping the term of endearment almost every time he's been alone with you. It could be that cowboy accent or his knee pressed against yours, but the nickname fills your chest with warmth and pushes away your anxiety.

"Any word, huh?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"My mama raised me not to make promises I didn't have every intention of followin' through on." He says. "What'll it be?"

"I think… I just need you to be there with me."

"Then, that's what I'll do."

"Okay." You mumble, and he smiles as a new wave of comfort washes over you.

"Okay." He says.

"Okay." You take a deep breath and look at him in the driver's seat one more time. "Let's do this." Finally, you open the door and step down from his truck. He's quick to come to your side and offer you his arm before he can even finish locking the car. You smile, tuck your hand under his bicep, and let him keep you upright as you walk in.

The gallery is full of people who look way more qualified than you— art critics, journalists, and other artists who can actually sell a piece. They barely glance at you and Joel when you breach the doorway, which you're silently grateful for. When a waiter walks by with champagne glasses, Joel quickly snatches two glasses from the tray and hands you one.

"Here's to us." He says, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Us?"

"Well, we're sure as hell not toastin' to that asshole, are we?"

"I guess not," you laugh as you clink your glasses together. "To us." You each take a sip, and Joel tries to hide his reaction to the champagne, but you see right through it. "Not your speed?"

"Not at all." He groans as he chokes it down.

"Don't worry, maverick, we'll get you something else later." You promise and tuck your hand back under his arm as you start walking through the gallery.

A lot of his newer work resembles his work from college— normal portraits of things like fruits, beds, or people but with unexpected lines of colors lining them like they're vibrating. You even recognize some from your college days. You just never expected them to actually be displayed in this way, not even when you were dating and telling him what a good artist you thought he was. Some have vague titles like "$12" and "Jack," while others are untitled. You can see why it would get taken in by a gallery. There's a very clear skill in how he paints and manipulates everyday objects into something new. It would be impressive if it was interesting.

Maybe you're just used to the way he paints. Maybe this is exactly what you expected of him. Maybe you thought he would've grown, if not in attitude than, at least, in skill. But it's clear that too many people told him good things about his work, and he saw nothing he needed to change or fix. Somehow, it makes you feel better, not worse, about your own art.

"So, are these supposed to be good or bad?" Joel whispers to you as you get closer to the next section, and you laugh a little too loudly. The people around you give you nasty looks, but you can't find it in yourself to be sorry.

"Like I said at the museum, I can't tell you that, but…" you glance around to make sure nobody's listening to you. "As someone who saw him make a lot of art, this is definitely not his best."

"Okay, that's what I thought," he says before pointing at a specific part of the painting. "The shape is really weird right there, like he ran outta space or somethin'." You let go of his arm and step between him and the painting, smiling knowingly.

"Did you study for this?" You ask, and he nervously plays with the chain around his neck.

"I may have… snuck a look at Ellie's notes." He admits sheepishly, and your eyes widen.

"You were actin' like you were gonna have to rely on me this whole time! You don't need me to tell you what good art is!"

"Yeah, but I want you to."

"Oh, whatever. C'mon, I wanna hear what else you think." You pretty much drag him to the next section of the gallery, but he's pliant and almost giddy at your hold on him. You take more time in the next part, and he ducks so his lips are near your ear to point out little things he notices. He said he was scared of being wrong in front of people "smarter than him," but all the observations he makes are valid and accurate. He lets you add your own analysis to his and watches you with a smile when you start talking with your hands excitedly. Suddenly, you're not nearly as miserable as you thought you would be, and you're even laughing together as you jump from painting to painting.

"See, this isn't so bad!" You say as you move to the final part, but your smile and enthusiasm die when you step over the threshold. There, staring at you unashamedly is the painting Henry did of you when you were twenty and topless. He told you it was for his own artistic development, and you were more than happy to do it for him. You just never thought he would've kept it after all these years. Thank God your face isn't visible in the painting, but your rigid posture tells Joel everything he needs to know. He politely turns his back to the painting and steps between you and your likeness.

"You wanna go?" He whispers at the same time someone calls your name. You take a deep breath and grab Joel's hand for support as you turn around and face Henry. His wavy blonde hair frames his face like it did in college but he's matured. His beard is a little more filled in, and he's gotten a little broader. Other than that, he's still the same person you met freshman year.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" He says as he approaches. He doesn't try to hug you, and you don't move to let go of Joel's hand. "You look great. I mean, you always looked great, but you know what I meant," he says, looking over you. Only when Joel clears his throat does Henry even look at him. "Oh, sorry, man! We're old friends. I'm Henry." He holds his hand out for Joel to meet halfway, but he doesn't. You think it probably took fighting every single bit of southern hospitality in his veins to stop himself from shaking Henry's hand.

"'M Joel." He says, and Henry awkwardly drops his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Joel. How are you enjoying the exhibition?"

"'S alright." Is all Joel offers, not willing to gas up Henry's ego anymore, and you have to stifle a laugh at the expectant look on Henry's face. "Well, I think we were just goin'."

"Oh, so soon? You haven't even seen the last few pieces."

"Are those any better than the thirty identical ones I already saw?"

"Joel," you scold quietly, and his jaw flexes when you look at him.

"It's okay. Not everyone understands art enough to enjoy it." Henry says.

"Oh, I understand everythin' just fine." You swear Joel would've punched him if he wasn't holding your hand so tight. You step in between them and raise your eyebrows at Joel. His shoulders are squared, and you can feel the molten anger rolling off him, but it softens just a bit when he meets your eyes. You squeeze him twice to let him know you're okay, and he nods.

"Can you get me a refill on champagne? I think they're still walkin' around with some." You suggest. He gets the hint, but he obviously doesn't like it. He glances between you and Henry like he's trying to make a decision but folds when you mouth, "please," at him.

"’Course," he says through gritted teeth. "Anythin' else I can get for you, baby?" Baby, that's a new one, you think.

"No, I'm alright. Thanks, though." You say. Without thinking, you let your other hand rest on his jaw and kiss Joel's cheek. His jaw unclenches when your fingertips graze his stubble, and his shoulders relax when your lips make contact with his skin, but you know he's still upset because you're still upset. Joel smiles and walks away before you can get a good look at the blush creeping up his neck, and you're resigned to watching him disappear into the crowd.

"He seems nice," Henry says the second Joel is out of earshot, and you have to resist the urge to laugh.

"He is."

"How'd you two meet?"

"Through work." You say, knowing that bringing up teaching will make his skin crawl. He sucks his teeth and nods, the champagne in his glass sloshing slightly.

"Ah," he says. "That's nice."

"Yeah," you agree. An awkward silence falls over the two of you quickly, and you're itching to find Joel in the sea of people. Henry notices your lack of attention on him.

"It's really good to see you," he says. "I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever."

"Yeah, that's usually what happens when you leave someone."

"That's kinda why I invited you here tonight. I wanted to apologize for the way things ended," he acts brokenhearted and torn up about it, but he's years too late for the pity party he's expecting. "I should've talked to you about what was going on. We were just... becoming so different, and it felt like you were always talking to Andie or other people in the program, and there was no way to reach you."

"What are you talking about? I asked you multiple times if we were okay, and you said yes every time. I was talking to Andie so much because I needed someone who would understand me and be able to help." You say, and he waves his hand like he's swatting flies.

"Let's not do this. My therapist says it's not healthy to rehash the past like this. I just wanted to make amends and let you know I'm sorry for how you felt." It's not an apology. Not a real one, anyway. Jesus Christ, what did you ever see in him? Before you can even open your mouth to say something, he gestures to the gallery. "So, what do you think about all this? Crazy, right?"

"It's... something," you say. "Wish you would've given me a heads up about that one before I brought someone with me." You point in the direction of your half-naked body on the wall, and he gives you a confused look.

"I thought I did in the email."

"Nope, I think I would've remembered if you said something about a half-naked painting of me from college being displayed," you shake your head. "Why do you even still have that? I thought you would've thrown it away or painted over it or something."

"Why would I do that? It's a good piece."

"I know it's good because it's my body. What's weird is you leaving me without a word one day and then keeping a naked picture of me all these years."

"I didn't even think of it as your body. After a while, it was just a body," he says with no remorse, and you think you might hit him yourself. "Besides, you should take this as a compliment. Not many women get the opportunity to be depicted as art. It's a wonderful thing. You might even thank me one day when you're older." Finally, you see Joel walking toward you with a glass of champagne, and you take refuge in the fact that he's returning for you. "But, from what I can see, they've definitely stayed the same, so you probably don't have anything to worry about." He says like it's a secret or a compliment. You don't even wait for Joel to say or do anything. You just grab the wine from him and throw it in Henry's face. The people in the immediate vicinity gasp as you slap him and shove the empty glass into his hands.

"Out of all the stupid things I imagined for myself when I was younger, thinking I would marry you was the stupidest," you spit. "Don't you ever try to fucking contact me again."

You feel like a fucking idiot. What did you expect? An apology? Repentance? Regret? He barely apologized when you were together. Why would he start now? God, was he always that bad? How could you have been so blind? How could you have shed so many tears over him? How could you have let yourself be so vulnerable with him and for so many years? It's a miracle he didn't call the cops and try to get the two of you arrested, even though Joel didn't do anything. You think, at least. The second you finished your sentence, you ran to the bathroom to cry and then snuck out through the back to wait outside Joel's truck. For all you know, Joel (rightfully) beat his ass and is on the run from artsy Austin hipsters.

You put the lit cigarette back in your mouth and take a long drag, the familiar burning in your lungs a sick relief. You quit during The Dark Days because smoking was something he did, and you wanted to rid yourself of any reminder of his impact on your life. Apparently, at the same time you were scrubbing his fingerprints from your bones, he was in possession of and doing God knows what with the visual reminder of your vulnerability and love-sickness and acted like it was nothing. Like it was a compliment. Like it was just an object instead of your body. Andie would be pissed if she were here but especially if she saw you smoking after she braved all those shaky days and nights of nicotine patches and dried fruit and whatever other remedy recommended to help you quit smoking. You half-expect the same anger when you see Joel walking toward you.

"Before you even start, I know I shouldn't, okay? It's a bad habit from when I was a kid, and I've mostly kicked it. I just... had a lapse. I'll be back on my best behavior tomorrow," you say as he stops in front of you. He doesn't look angry or upset. He just looks concerned and maybe even a little sad. Suddenly, you regret running away from him when all he probably wanted to do was help. You probably wouldn't have bummed a cigarette from a busboy if you let him. "Don't tell Ellie." You plead. His eyes flick over your face before he takes the cigarette from your fingers, puts the lipstick-stained filter in his own mouth, and inhales deeply, making the ember glow in the dark of the night. When he exhales, he blows the smoke away from you and lets the wind carry it in the opposite direction. A considerate smoker. You should've guessed.

"Don't tell Ellie," he says, handing the cigarette back to you. "Are you okay?"

You shake your head and take a long drag. It's quiet between you two for a while, the only sound being the cicadas and the distant chatter of the gallery. They're probably still talking about the psycho bitch who threw her wine in the artist's face. You don't really care. "I'm sorry for tonight. I don't know what I was expecting, and I sure as shit didn't know that painting was gonna be displayed. I swear, if I had any idea how bad this was gonna be, I wouldn't have invited you."

"Why are you apologizin'? It's not your fault."

"I shouldn't have roped you into this. I should've just said no, ignored the email, or came by myself. It's not fair that you got put in the middle of all this, especially when you were just trying to be nice. You're the parent of one of my students, and for you to see that side of me is just inappropriate. I just-" he stops your rambling by putting his hands on your shoulders and making you look at him, the cigarette falling to the pavement in the process.

"Hey, hey. Stop. Take a breath." He says. Your head hurts from crying, and part of you wants to crawl into a hole and stay there until these feelings go away, but his eyes are gentle, and his hands are warm. You think he might be the only reason you're holding it together right now. "None of this is your fault, okay? Not the painting, not the conversation, none of it. We're both adults, and we can handle these things rationally. I'm not scarred for life just 'cause you lost your temper."

"But I-"

"No, buts. You told me the situation, and I didn't care. You warned me bout the art people, and I didn't care. You threw a drink in that asshole's face, and I didn't care," he says. "The only thing I care bout right now is makin' sure you're okay. Fuck everythin' else." You search his face for anything to tell you what he's telling you is going against his inner monologue but find none. He's completely and wholly concerned about you and nothing else. Not how fast he can get out of this. Not how this might look. Not what other people might think about him. Nothing. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Fuck everything else." You agree.

"Now, you're gettin' the hang of it." He jokes, and you roll your eyes at him. He takes it in stride, his smile never fading as he looks down at you. You stop messing with the hem of your dress and let yourself relax for the first time all night.

"Thank you for being here, Joel. I really appreciate it."

"Not our best not-date, but definitely a memorable one." He says, and you laugh. You seem to realize how close you are at the same time because you both fall silent. His curls are beautifully draped over his face, and you can't stop watching his tiny expressions. An eye squint. A purse of the lips. A bite to the inside of his cheek. You want to blame your bad night or the emotions, but you can't. There's something more there. Something that's been brewing beneath the surface since he came into your classroom. Something that will kill you if you don't act on it.

You let your hands come up from your sides and tentatively brush against his waist as you stare at him, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. He just stares down at your lips, and the hands on your shoulders slowly move across your skin and up your collarbone— leaving goosebumps in his wake— until his hands are on your jaw and your pulse is thrumming against his palm. You pull him closer by his belt loops, and he doesn't hesitate to crowd your space, pushing you into the side of his truck with his body. His lips ghost over yours, just barely touching, and his nose bumps yours.

"This is a bad idea," you breathe, tightening your hold on him. He nods and presses his forehead against yours. He's still close enough to breathe the same air as him, but the distance feels like miles. You lean forward a fraction as a test, and he doesn't move. If anything, he seems annoyed you didn't kiss him.

"D'you want to stop?" He asks, sounding just as breathless as you feel. You shake your head and swallow hard when he brushes the hair off your shoulder, and you can feel his heavy hand holding you. Your hands skate over his ribs, feeling muscles and a crazed heartbeat, and his jaw clenches. "Then you better do somethin' cause you've been drivin' me fuckin' crazy for weeks."

Finally, you catch his lips with yours. He tastes like nicotine and smoke, and you know it's going to take a lot more than patches to get you to want to stop doing this. It's gentle and sweet, all relieved sighs and shy touches until you pull away for just a second to second-guess yourself or ask him something. You don't even start to form the words before he's back on you with more fervor. Suddenly, it's like he's everywhere but not nearly close enough. He nibbles at your bottom lip and tests a hand on your sternum, long fingers grazing your throat. The metal of the truck digs into your back, but you stop caring when a little moan slips from his lips when you pull him closer.

This is a bad idea. A horrible one. A bad habit you're gonna need to kick.

But he might just be your favorite bad idea so far.

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fatecantstopme · 10 months

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From Past to Future

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: After you and Bucky break up, you end up engaged to Steve. What happens when Bucky comes back into your life two years later?

Warnings: So much angst. Cheating, cursing, use of pet names. Some fluff. SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), slight choking, metal arm kink (choking kink)

Two Years Ago

"Why are you always pushing me away?"

"It's better for you," he said calmly.

"Who are you to decide what's best for me?"

"I know myself better than anyone...I know my past. I know what kind of monster lives inside of me, so if anyone is equipped to decide you're better off without me, it's me."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"No."

Anger threatened to bubble over. "I can't live like this, James. I can't. I would do anything for you, but I can't make you see that I can handle everything about you, including your past. I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid I'm going to lose myself if I keep fighting you like this."

He nodded slowly. "It's better this way."

"How can you be so calm?" you yelled. "Do I really mean so little to you? Did the past year mean nothing?"

He had the decency to look ashamed. "You mean everything to me, that's why I have to let you go."

Tears streamed down your face, a mixture of rage and pain clouding your features. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

He simply shrugged.

You hastily grabbed your jacket, keys, and purse before heading towards the door. You turned back to look at him one last time. "I hope you heal, Bucky, I really do. But I won't be around to see it."

You turned and left the apartment, shutting the door behind you. It felt final, as if you'd just shut the door on your old life. You'd left a piece of your soul in that apartment, a piece you prayed you could learn to live without.

**********

One Year Ago

"You are such a dork."

He grinned ear to ear with pride. "That could be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

You laughed warmly and rolled your eyes. "What are you talking about? I'm always nice to you."

He raised his eyebrow teasingly.

"Alright, alright. I'm mostly nice to you."

He chuckled and tugged you against his chest. "I'll take it."

You giggled as you leaned back against him, gaze wandering out towards the ocean and the beautiful sunset beyond it. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?"

"Every morning."

You looked up at him in confusion.

"I'm blessed to wake up beside the most beautiful woman in the world every day," he said almost reverently.

Your expression softened and you turned to face him, putting your back against the balcony railing. You reached up and caressed his face, eyes shining with emotion. "Steve..." you whispered.

He placed a single finger to your lips to silence whatever you were about to say. He ducked his head to kiss you and you sighed as you melted into him.

After a few moments, he took your hand and guided you back through the open door and into the bedroom.

"I love you," he murmured against your skin as he laid you down on the soft bed.

"I love you too," you said softly, before you got lost in each other for hours.

**********

Two Months Ago

"Seriously? The wedding is in three months!" you yelled into your phone.

Your best friend, Natasha, came into the room when she heard you yell. "What's wrong?" she mouthed at you.

"Well the dress is pretty damn important, don't you think?" you seethed.

Natasha's eyes widened. "What's wrong with the dress?" she asked aloud.

You pulled the phone away from your face. "The tailor lost it."

"What the hell do you mean they lost it?"

You put the phone on speaker so Nat could hear. The man on the other end of the phone was explaining some sort of snafu with the dress and the shop moving locations.

Nat took the phone from your hand. "Let me handle this, okay?"

You sighed and nodded, grateful that she was there to take care of at least some of the wedding issues. Steve had been traveling a lot for work, so the wedding planning had fallen almost exclusively on you. If it hadn't been for Natasha, you were pretty certain you would have lost your mind.

The doorbell rang, bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone, but you'd been getting a lot of deliveries lately thanks to the upcoming wedding.

You opened the door without checking to see who it was and the moment your eyes focused on the person standing on the porch, you found yourself wishing you'd looked first.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"What are you doing here?" You winced slightly, the sound of your voice a bit harsher than you'd intended.

"I deserve that," he admitted softly. "I, um...well I heard you were getting married."

You stared at him in shock. "I'm sorry...you heard I was getting married, so you decided it would be a good idea to pay me a visit?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, well--umm, when you put it like that, it doesn't sound so good."

"You think?"

Once again, the harshness of your voice made you feel terrible. You knew exactly why you were being rude, but you couldn't bear to admit it to yourself. You hadn't expected to see him again, and certainly not like this. What was worse was you hadn't expected to feel like this when you did. Your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing, butterflies danced a merry jig in your stomach...you hated yourself for the emotions that washed over you at the mere sight of him. Hating him too made it that much easier.

"I just, I guess I just wanted to see how you were doing," he mumbled.

"I'm happy, thanks for asking. You can go now."

"(Y/N)..."

"No," you snapped. "No. Don't say my name like that. Don't you dare."

He looked down at the ground and muttered, "I'm sorry."

When you didn't say anything, he looked back up at you.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). For all of it." His words began to come out in a rush, as if he was hoping you wouldn't have time to interrupt him. "You were right. You were right about all of it. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I wasn't...and you--you deserve an apology. Even if it's two years too late."

Your heart clenched in your chest and tears pricked at the backs of your eyes. You were struggling to find the words to say, to fight through the storm of emotions swirling around you, when Nat came to your rescue.

She appeared beside you, took one look at the man standing on your porch, and said, "I don't know what the hell you're doing here, James, but you need to leave. You have no place in her life anymore...not after all the pain you caused her."

Bucky's blue eyes darkened with sadness. "I know," he said softly. "I just wanted to apologize...and say goodbye."

He turned and began to walk down the stairs. You watched him make his way to his bike before you ran down the steps after him. "Bucky!"

He turned to look at you in surprise. You'd stopped at the bottom of the steps, but he could see the emotion on your face as clearly as if you were an inch from him.

"I forgive you," you whispered so softly he almost missed it. If he hadn't been a super soldier, there was no way he would have heard you.

He nodded his acceptance--his gratefulness--before getting on his motorcycle and driving away.

"You okay?" Nat asked softly as she reached the bottom of the steps.

"Yeah," you lied.

She knew you well enough to recognize the lie, but she also knew better than to push you. When it came to Bucky, you'd always been vulnerable. You'd loved him with everything you had--a kind of fierceness she'd never seen before or since. She'd hoped Steve would change that...that loving him would help you forget Bucky, but when she looked at your face in that moment, she knew you'd never stop loving him.

**********

Present

"I'm getting married in a couple weeks," you said with a sigh. "Can you even believe it?"

"Yeah, babe, I can believe it," Natasha teased. "How excited are you?"

For the first time, you were grateful she wasn't there with you. "I can't wait," you lied. You hoped your voice conveyed excitement, even though your face did not.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Nat asked for the third time in your 20 minute conversation.

You groaned into the phone. "Nat, I'm fine. Now can you stop worrying about me and go enjoy your vacation?"

"It's not as fun without you here," she pouted.

You laughed. "I know, I know. I'm the life of the party."

She laughed too. "I miss you and I'll be home in a couple days."

"Miss you too. Give my love to Bruce."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too."

You hung up the phone and leaned your head back against the sofa. You hadn't felt right in weeks...not since Bucky Barnes had shown up unannounced on your front porch.

You hated how he made you feel...hated that even after everything, you still loved him. You were engaged to be married to another man for God's sake, but here you were crying on your couch over a relationship that died two years prior.

You hadn't mentioned anything about Bucky's sudden appearance to Steve. You didn't want to upset him...or at least that's what you told yourself. Seeing him had brought back years of emotions you'd buried long before. You didn't think you could explain any of it to Steve without him realizing what you'd been denying for two years: you still loved Bucky.

You'd managed to convince yourself that it was okay to love two people at once...because you did love Steve. You really did. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you loved him more than Bucky. You were grateful you didn't have to choose between the two. You were marrying Steve and that's the way it needed to be. Steve loved you so much and he treated you like a queen. How could you want anything else?

A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. At least this time you were expecting a delivery, so you didn't think twice as you opened the door.

"Bucky..." you whispered.

He was standing there, flowers in hand, blue eyes warm and gentle.

"What are you doing here?" you asked softly.

"I needed to see you."

"Bucky, you can't be here."

"Please, (Y/N). Can we just talk?"

"I'm getting married," you said, less firmly than you'd intended.

"I know, doll. That's why I need to talk to you."

Against your better judgment, you turned to the side, allowing him entry.

He stepped past you into the foyer and handed you the flowers. "Um, these are for you."

"Thank you," you said softly. "I'll just...get a vase."

He followed you into the kitchen. "Your home is beautiful."

"Thanks."

He stood awkwardly on the other side of your kitchen island, hands at his sides as if he wasn't sure what he should do with them.

"So...what did you wanna talk about?"

"Us."

"Bucky, we can't--"

"Just let me get this out," he begged. "If you hate what I have to say, you can throw me out...but just listen for a moment."

Tears welled in your eyes and every sensible part of you screamed at you to make him leave, but you couldn't force yourself to move--couldn't say a word.

He took your silence as permission to speak. "When we first met, I was a broken shell of the man I used to be. My past was still so fresh in my mind and I hated myself more passionately than any person should. When you came into my life, I desperately wanted to be the man I was before Hydra...but I couldn't. I was scared of hurting you, scared of what I was capable of and what I might do to you if I lost control. So I pushed you away...until you finally got tired of it. I don't think I'd ever had a broken heart before that day."

Tears streamed steadily down your face as you listened to him speak. You were still frozen in place, his words gluing your feet to the floor.

"It took me a while to realize I could never be that man again...that young, carefree, charming guy. I figured if I couldn't be him, then I was just the monster Hydra made me. All that was left was the Winter Soldier." He paused for a moment. "I didn't want to be him, but it wasn't until I was in Wakanda that things really changed...I changed."

"You were in Wakanda?" you asked softly.

He nodded. "For a while, yeah. I dealt with a lot of my issues and I don't have to fear the trigger words anymore...they have no effect on me. But it wasn't until I received my pardon that I started going to therapy. At first it was because I had to, but after a while, I wanted to go...it was helping me in ways I didn't know I needed. I'm not the person I was before Hydra, but I'm not the Winter Soldier either. I'm just a different version of me...but at the end of the day, I'm still Bucky."

"I'm glad you got the help you needed, Buck. I truly am," you said softly. "But what does any of this have to do with me?"

"I'm getting to that," he answered quickly. "Losing you hurt me infinitely more than I expected it to and at first I wanted to get help so maybe you would want me..." he trailed off for a moment. "I eventually realized I needed to change for myself, not for you. I'm by no means perfect, but I am comfortable with who I am now."

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I know my timing is terrible, but I need to say this or I'm going to regret it for the rest of my unnaturally long life." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I fell in love with you the moment I met you. I loved you every day of our relationship and every day since--I've never stopped loving you. I don't think I can--and trust me, I've tried. You've held my heart in the palm of your hand since we first met..."

Bucky took a step towards you, then another, then another, until he was mere inches from you. "You are my heart, (Y/N), and I don't want it back."

"What do you want, Bucky?" you whispered.

"You," he said simply. "You're all I've ever wanted."

You should have pushed him away. You should have told him to leave. Hell, you should have left...but you didn't do any of those things. You didn't pull away when he reached out to wipe your tears from your cheeks. You didn't stop him when he cupped your face in his hands. And you didn't fight him when he pressed his lips against yours.

Instead, you pulled him closer to you as you returned the kiss--the feeling of his lips igniting a fire deep inside you that you'd never felt with anyone else.

What began as a loving kiss, quickly turned to pure desire, a passion so explosive it couldn't be contained. You practically tore each other's clothes off, leaving a trail of clothing from the kitchen to your bedroom.

A tiny voice in the back of your mind told you this was wrong...that you should stop...but you ignored it. Soon, all coherent thoughts slipped from your mind, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

Sex with Bucky had always been incredible, but this was so far beyond every encounter you'd ever had before. He was comfortable, confident, and so sure of himself--it was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen.

"Bucky," you gasped as he finally entered you after relentlessly teasing you with his mouth, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body.

"Fuck," he grunted. "I forgot how good you felt."

"So big," you whispered.

He grinned. "Yeah? Well this pussy was made for me, baby. I could stay here forever."

You'd be lying if you said that didn't sound like heaven to you. He felt so incredible...every sensation felt heightened in a way you hadn't felt in years.

His cock brushed against your g-spot with each thrust, turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. "Shit, doll...you gotta stop squeezing me like that or I'm not gonna last."

You'd long since lost control of your body--it was acting entirely of its own volition by this point. All you could do was moan and gasp and dig your nails into his back as he plunged into you again.

Back when you'd first started dating, you'd told Bucky you wanted him to choke you with his metal hand during sex, something he'd vehemently refused to do. He'd been terrified of hurting you, but now as he looked down at you, he found himself wanting to try it.

He gently placed his left hand against the column of your throat, putting only enough pressure for you to know what he was doing. Your eyes widened before rolling back, a moan of need breaking free from your lips.

"You like that, doll?" he whispered.

You nodded rapidly.

He smiled and gave the tiniest squeeze to your throat. You gasped loudly and your nails dug into the flesh of his right bicep. He continued to fuck you as fast and hard as he could, left hand never leaving your throat.

He could tell you were close, but he didn't want you to cum until he did, so he waited until the very last moment before giving your throat another small squeeze. You screamed his name as you came, your orgasm triggering his own. He called out your name as he filled you with his seed, hand slipping from your neck to caress your face.

Bucky's stamina was truly a thing to behold even now. He hovered over you, lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. Somehow, his cock was still hard, despite having just had the best orgasm in years. Instead of pulling out of you, he began to move again, your shared releases mixing together to provide extra lubricant.

"Bucky," you moaned softly. "What--"

"You didn't really think I was done with you yet, did you doll?"

The sensations began as almost painful, the sensitivity making it hard to enjoy. Within moments though, those sensations turned to pleasure and the need began to pool in your belly again.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked teasingly.

"Don't you dare."

He chuckled darkly and sped up his movements, earning a pleased moan from you.

The two of you were so lost in passion and pleasure, neither of you heard the front door open. Even Bucky missed the telltale signs of someone walking through the house towards the bedroom door.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The sound of your fiancé's voice brought you suddenly back to reality. You wanted to sink into the floor and never come back out.

Bucky's first instinct was to protect you, but when he turned his head to look at the newcomer, he felt nothing but shame.

"Bucky?" Steve said in shock.

"I can explain..." Bucky began as he removed himself from the bed, grabbing a blanket to cover himself with.

You sat up, clutching the sheet to your chest, eyes wide as you stared at Steve. "Steve..."

"Don't," he snapped. "Don't you dare try to talk your way out of this, (Y/N)."

"It wasn't her fault--" Bucky tried.

"Save it. I know you were pissed at me for dating her after you broke up, so maybe I deserved the revenge," Steve said angrily. He turned his gaze back to you, hurt filling his beautiful blue eyes. "But you? I've done nothing but love you. I treated you the way you deserved to be treated...I did everything right."

"Steve, I'm so sorry," you whispered.

"That doesn't change anything." He turned to walk away and you jumped up to follow him, grabbing your robe on your way out.

"Steve, wait--"

"What do you think you could possibly say to fix this, (Y/N)?" he yelled.

You took a step back in shock. Steve never yelled. Ever. "I don't...I don't know..."

"Exactly." Tears pressed against the backs of his eyes and his voice was shaky. "It's over, (Y/N). I'm done."

You hadn't expected him to say anything differently, but it still hurt to hear it. You looked down at your left hand and saw the diamond ring he'd given you. You didn't cry as you slid it off your finger and handed it to him...nor did you cry as you watched him walk out the door and out of your life.

A few moments later, Bucky appeared behind you fully dressed. "(Y/N)..." he began.

You held up your hand to silence him. "Don't--just don't." You stared at the door your fiancé--ex-finacé--had just walked through. "I can't believe I ever thought I was a good person," you whispered.

"You are a good person," Bucky countered, taking a step towards you.

"Please just leave."

"(Y/N)..."

"Just go. I can't even bear to look at you right now."

Bucky knew better than to argue. He loved you more than anything, but he knew he'd made a mistake. He never intended to sleep with you...it just happened.

He shrugged his jacket on and walked out the door, leaving you on the other side of it. Your life had been shattered into pieces because of a choice you'd made...you and Bucky.

**********

"You did WHAT?!" Natasha yelled.

You'd called her a few minutes after Bucky had left to tell her what happened. "I slept with Bucky," you repeated.

"What in God's name were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," you whispered.

"Jesus, (Y/N/N)," she sighed. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. I managed to blow up my life in a single afternoon."

"It's not that bad, okay? We'll figure it out. Just...don't tell Steve."

"Too late."

"What?"

"He walked in on us."

"WHAT?"

You made the sound of an explosion, complete with hand movements she couldn't see.

"Okay, don't do anything crazy. I'll be home in a couple hours."

"Nat, don't cut your vacation short because of me."

"It's one day, (Y/N). Besides, you need me."

You wanted to deny it, but you really did need her. "Thanks," you whispered.

"You're welcome. I'll see you in a few hours."

**********

Two weeks had gone by since you'd slept with Bucky and broken up with Steve. Natasha had stayed with you for the first week...you were much too upset to be left alone.

You spent the second week by yourself...you needed the time alone to figure things out. Natasha had been helpful, but she'd also been upset with you for ruining things with Steve over Bucky. She'd always hated that he broke your heart.

As much as you loved Natasha, you knew you needed advice from someone else. You wanted to believe everything Bucky had told you, but you were too jaded to believe him without proof.

Steve was Bucky's best friend before the two of you had started dating and they really hadn't talked since. Bucky became closer to Sam Wilson over time and you knew they were best friends now. You decided Sam was the person you needed to talk to, so you called him up and asked him to meet you for lunch.

Sam hadn't been surprised when you'd called him...Bucky had told him everything that had happened. What did surprise him was that you wanted to meet up to talk.

He contemplated calling Bucky to tell him, but he decided it would probably be better to talk to you first. So he got himself together and went out to meet you for lunch.

You were already seated at a table in the back of the restaurant when Sam walked in. You waved him over and he took a seat across from you.

"Hey, (Y/N). How are you?" Sam asked as he sat down.

"Honestly, Sam, I've been better."

He was a little surprised by your candidness, and he wasn't sure if he should play dumb or admit Bucky had talked to him already. He opted for something in the middle of the two, "Bucky mentioned he went to see you a couple weeks ago."

"Did he say anything else?" you asked uncomfortably.

Sam knew better than to try and verbally lie to you, so he simply shook his head.

"He may have left some things out," you said softly. "Steve and I broke up."

Sam's eyes widened. He did his best to act surprised as he asked, "Why? What happened?"

"Bucky happened," you said honestly.

"What do you mean?"

You closed your eyes for a second...not quite ready to admit you'd done something terrible. "He shows up back in my life after two years and says a bunch of shit that I don't know what to do with. Who does he think he is? I was happy, Sam. I was getting married in a couple weeks!"

Sam sighed. "I know, (Y/N)...and I've known you for a long time, so I'm just going to say this: you were content with Steve. He never rocked the boat, never challenged you or upset you, never did anything to hurt you--but he also never made you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe, he never made you smile so wide your face hurt, and I know for a fact he never loved you the way Bucky does."

You stared at your friend in silence. You knew Bucky had loved you two years before and he'd professed his love to you mere weeks ago...what you'd spent two years denying to everyone including yourself, was how you felt about Bucky. You'd never loved anyone the way you loved him and as much as you cared for Steve, it never came close to how you felt about Bucky.

"It's okay to admit you still love him," Sam said gently.

"Is he different, Sam? I mean really, truly different? Because I can't--" you took a shaky breath. "I can't go through that again."

Sam shook his head. "He's not the same man he was before. You know how I felt about him when we first met...we didn't become friends just to fill some kind of void in our lives. I love the guy like a brother, but I would never lie to you (Y/N). You're family too."

You swallowed thickly. "Natasha says I should move on."

Sam waved his hand dismissively. "Natasha doesn't know Bucky like I do. She knew him before...she has no idea who he is now."

"I know," you whispered. "That's why I wanted to talk to you."

Sam cocked his head to the side. "You wanted to know if Bucky had really changed."

You nodded.

"Because you still love him."

"I never stopped," you admitted.

Sam offered you a gentle smile. "You should tell him that."

Your eyes were teary as you looked up at your friend. "I know."

**********

Two days later, you were standing on the front steps of Bucky's apartment. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and you were quite certain you were moments away from throwing up. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt this anxious.

Your decision to come here had been spur of the moment and you suddenly regretted that decision. You'd hit the buzzer for Bucky's apartment, but no one responded. Like an idiot, you hadn't even bothered to check if he was home before coming all the way over there.

You turned around to leave, feeling like a fool, when you heard the door open behind you and a voice call your name. When you turned back around, Bucky was standing in the threshold, looking at you in surprise.

"Oh, I umm--I thought you weren't home."

He gestured to the call box. "The damn speaker is broken again, so you couldn't hear my response. I woulda buzzed you up, but that's also not working right..."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "So...what brings you by?"

You were one hundred percent certain he could hear your heart beating even without his super hearing and your breathing had become obviously shallow. You felt like an absolute moron standing on his front stoop, staring at him in silence. He was beautiful and it always took your breath away...even now.

"I thought we should talk," you blurted.

Bucky looked slightly surprised, but he nodded in agreement. "Why don't you come inside?" He turned to go back through the door.

When you made no move to follow him, he stopped and said, "Or we can just stand out here..."

You shook your head, partially in response to his statement and partially to clear your head. You didn't say anything, but you took a step towards him, so he turned to guide you up to his apartment.

"Sorry about all the stairs. I like being up higher."

"It's fine."

Once inside his apartment, he gestured for you to have a seat before heading into the kitchen. "Can I get you anything? Maybe something to drink?"

You'd never felt so awkward in your entire life and you knew you weren't going to be able to say anything you wanted to like this. "Do you have whiskey?"

Bucky chuckled lightly. "Always. On the rocks?"

"Is there any other way?"

He laughed. "Touché."

He brought you the drink and sat down on the couch across from you with his own. "Please sit, (Y/N)."

You didn't want to be any weirder than you already were, so you took a seat on the chair beside you. You took a long drink from your glass, almost draining it.

"Should I have made it a double?" he teased lightly.

You looked down at your glass in embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm just--nervous, I guess."

"No need to apologize," he said gently. "And no need to be nervous."

You laughed breathily. "I think I'll have to disagree on that one." You downed the rest of your drink and sat the glass on the table in front of you.

"Would you like another one?"

"No--I uhh, I think one will be enough."

He nodded. "So...what did you wanna talk about?"

The speed with which you'd ingested the whiskey ensured you felt it almost immediately. You took a deep breath, allowing the liquor to calm your nerves. "I wanted to talk about what happened."

"When?"

Your eyes snapped up to his. "Seriously?"

"Ahh...so this is about the other day."

"Yeah, Bucky, it's about the other day. Ya know, when I cheated on my fiancé with you and broke his heart? That day."

"His heart? Not yours?"

You didn't appreciate the tone in his voice, so you snapped, "No, you managed to do that all on your own."

He sighed and sat his drink down. "That was two years ago, (Y/N)."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Hurting you was never what I wanted. But we needed to be apart and the only way that was going to happen was if I hurt you. You just wouldn't leave," he finished softly.

"Because I loved you, Bucky! Is that really so terrible?"

"No, of course not. But I never would have gotten the help I needed if you hadn't left me...if I didn't have a reason to get better."

"I wasn't reason enough?"

"You were my reason and that was the problem. I needed to do it for myself and I couldn't do that if you were there."

You were quiet for a moment. "Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did, James. I didn't think my heart would ever heal."

"How'd you think I felt when you got together with my best friend?"

You winced. "It just sort of...happened."

He sighed. "I wanted you to be happy and if Steve was the one who made you happy, then I had to accept that. But that's why I left, (Y/N). I couldn't stand to be in the same city as you two anymore. The possibility of running into you was too painful to risk."

"I'm really sorry, Buck. I didn't do it to hurt you."

He looked up at you with soft eyes. "I know that. It's not in your nature, nor is it in Steve's. You can't help who you fall in love with."

"I missed you...so much, and Steve--Steve understood how that felt. Better than anyone."

"Did you love him?"

"Yes."

"Were you really planning on spending the rest of your life with him?"

"Yes."

"If he hadn't caught us...would you still be marrying him?"

"I...I--I couldn't. I can't. It wouldn't be fair to him. Not when I feel--what I feel."

"And what do you feel?" Bucky asked softly.

"Bucky..."

"Please."

You sighed heavily. "When I first got together with Steve, I still loved you more than anything. Over time, I suppressed that love just enough that I could open myself up to loving someone else. After a while...it got easier and easier to pretend I felt nothing at all for you. And then you barged back into my life."

Bucky didn't say a word, too scared to stop the flow of emotions coming from you.

"You barged in and you brought all of those emotions back to the surface. You made me remember everything I'd ever felt for you--and I wanted to hate you for it. I wanted to hate you so badly, but I couldn't. I can't find it in me to hate the person I love the most. I never fell out of love with you, Bucky, I just hid it really well."

He wanted to speak, to say something to acknowledge what you just said, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he got up and came to stand directly in front of you, before kneeling down and grabbing your hands in his. "I think this is the moment where I'm supposed to say something deep and profound, but all I can think to say is, 'I love you too'."

Tears filled your eyes. "That's more than enough," you whispered.

He pulled himself up slightly so he could reach your face. He gently pulled you down towards him, kissing you with a loving intensity that set your soul aflame.

Loving Bucky Barnes just felt right, as if it was all you were ever meant to do. He was the love your life and being here with him in this moment reminded you of how good it felt to be in the arms of someone you loved with every part of you.

When you'd left Bucky two years ago, you'd left a piece of your soul with him, a piece you'd worried you wouldn't be able to live without. You'd learned how to, but it wasn't the same--you weren't the same.

For the first time in years, you felt whole--complete. If life was a giant puzzle, Bucky was your missing piece. And in the darkness of his bedroom, wrapped in his arms, you made a promise to love him forever--a promise he returned in kind.

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I Miss You

A/N: based on this request.

Warnings: smut.

***

Matty's body jolted awake as the plane hurtled through another round of turbulence. The first thought that popped into his head as he woke up was that he missed her. He blinked slowly. The sunlight from the airplane window pierced through his eyelids. His headphones were still playing the music that he'd been listening to at takeoff. He'd only been out a few tracks so it can't have been that long of a nap. He can't wait to land at Heathrow and rush home to her arms. It's all that he can daydream about. All that he’s been dreaming about for a while.

Every single piece of him ached for her. He's missed her voice. The signature scent of her body lotion. The roll of her eyes whenever he made a lame pun that she tries (but fails) not to laugh at. The feeling of her fingers running through his hair, lulling him to sleep.

He's really missed her.

Back at home, she'd missed him, too. She'd been counting down the hours until she could finally see him again. She'd even called Dirty Hit to ask what time the car was picking him up at the airport twice.

It'd been tough without him. It always is. But especially whenever work gets hectic, or she gets sick, or sad, and simply living her life feels overwhelming without him in it. Most of all she'd missed him in their shared bed. Missed sex. She couldn't wait to feel the weight of his body pinning her down. She couldn’t wait for his fingers to be wrapped around her neck, or pulling her hair. Or to drive him mad with a simple touch from her. To bring him to his knees and hear him moan and whimper for her. Things had gotten dire recently. A simple photo of him could send her head spinning.

Which is why he'd hardly made it all the way through the door before she was glued to him, kissing and moaning into his mouth.

Matty let out a shaky breath. "H-hi darling." He swallowed harshly. "Missed you."

"Missed you too." She whispered against his lips, kissing him again. "Missed you so much... need you so much.”

***

"You hungry?" She asked, scrolling the delivery app,

"I could get us something to eat."

Matty threw his travel clothes into the hamper, feeling several tons lighter.

"Not really. The flight's kinda made me a bit- I dunno." He shrugged. "Nauseous, or whatever."

"My poor baby." She pouted, putting her phone down to look at him.

"Think I'll just shower and call it a night."

The words "shower" and "night" conjured up, in her mind, images of steam and rolling in bedsheets. She bit her lower lip. "May I join you?" Her lashing batted at him.

The thought of her in there with him, wet skin to wet skin, her washing his hair for him, holding him under the torrent of hot, relaxing water. He could melt. "Of course. Always."

***

Matty stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom causing a shiver to run through him. He reached for his boxers, but she nudged them away.

"you won't be needing those just yet." She sank down to her knees

he smiled. "Is that so?”

“Tell me something, Matty.” She mused, her hand absentmindedly stroking him, fiddling with his third orgasm at her fingertips. “How often did you think about me while you were away, hmm?”

“Wh-what?”

She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to repeat because, in his struggle for self-composure, he hadn’t heard her, if his ‘what?’was rhetorical, or if he was genuinely confused by her question.

“I’m just asking.” She shrugged. “Because I dreamt about this for weeks. Could we get an orgasm out of you for each week? To, you know, make up for lost time?”

Matty swallowed harshly, shaking his head. "please. Please, may I cum? It's been- it's been so long. I'm so-*

she felt his cock twitch in her hand, precum bubbling at his tip.

"please, darling. Please. I- I'm so dizzy, I need- i can't anymore."

"Yes, you can." She stated calmly, admiring the way that his body shook in response to her touch.

"n-no. No, I mean it." He attempted to pull away from her but she squeezed him harder. "I- I can't hold it anymore- I'm gonna- I- need- to tap out. Stop. Can we stop? R-red. I'm calling red, please! Please, no more. I’m sorry- stop. Stop.” Matty let out a sob, repeating an endless string of words. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, no more. Please. No more. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

her blood ran cold hearing the safe word coming from him. For the first time ever. She paused instantly, retracting her hands and putting them up in the air where he can clearly see them.

“Hey, hey, hey…look, look. Matty, look at me. We’ve stopped, okay?” She voice trembled.

She was stunned by how blank her mind had gone, instantly. Theoretically speaking, she knew what she ought to do. They’d spoken about it before. Endlessly. What should happen if one of them ever needed to stop. Logically, she knew that she needed to, first, make sure he wasn’t physically hurt or injured. Then, she needed to help calm him down. Those were the top two priorities that, in the clear minded agreements of the past, they’d both promised to abide by. Right now, though, all she could feel is all-consuming guilt and concern. Had she hurt him? Is he okay? Would he ever forgive her? Is she a monster? Why is she so selfish- worrying about herself when this is clearly about him?

“M-matty, baby, can- I ask what’s wrong?” She finally mustered after way too long.

He blushed, sniffling, trying to stifle his cries. “I’m fine…it’s fine. Thank you for stopping. I just-“

“Was it too much? Are you hurt?” The thought made her physically sick “have I hurt you?”

He shook his head. “No, no. I’m alright. I just…I dont think we should’ve done that tonight.”

“Sorry, what?” She looked baffled. “I- don’t think I understand.”

Matty sat up straight, wiping at his face with the back of his hand and attempting to force himself to look into her eyes. “I’m not sure I wanted sex tonight. Or….i think-“

“What? You didn’t want-“

“I think I did- I do. Just….i had a different idea in my mind about what it would look like.”

“Did I force you- did you not-“ she caught herself getting angry and tried to breathe. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. G- go on. You were saying…”

“Nothing. That’s it. I just mean- I want to be with you. Just maybe slower? Softer?” He blushed at his own words. “Sound like a fuckin virgin, don’t I?”

He managed to pull a smile out of her.

“I think we moved too fast. I- I’m feeling a bit vulnerable. But you were so excited and you said-“

“Fuck. I wouldn’t shut up about how long I’ve been waiting.” Realization hit her.

“- and I thought that I’d get there eventually. If I just went with it, maybe my headspace would shift.”

“But it didn’t, did it?”

Matty exhaled a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in, his shoulders feeling lighter. “Sorry.” His eyes look down. “It got more and more difficult as we went on. I- don’t know. It’s confusing. Usually, sex makes me feel close to you. This felt like I was farther and farther away. Scared myself a bit.”

She reached her hand out to caress his cheek as he spoke but decided against it, unsure if touching him was the right move right now. Matty saw her hesitation. He pulled her hand to his face, placing it there, kissing it out of the corner of his lips.

“Can I ask- what do you need right now?” Her cheeks flushed as she spoke.

Matty looked her dead in the eyes. “I need you.”

His words went straight to her head, making her dizzy. She loves him more than anything, it was terrifying sometimes.

“Please? Just…gently this time? Is that alright?”

***

“Ready for me?” She waited for his eyes to flutter shut after he gave himself a tug and she placed small, soft kisses to his eye lids.

“Mhm. So ready. Wanna feel you all around me, please.”

Slowly, she moved to straddle him, her hands placed on his abdomen for balance, she sunk down gradually, biting her lower lip. She didn’t want the sound of her own moans to take away the beauty of his. She reveled in the gasps he let out the further that she took him, hearing his voice get caught in his throat, watching his face scrunch up, his breath shake in his chest.

“Ohhh…fuck- ing Christ!” He mumbled.

“Almost forgot how tightly you fill me.” She whispered as if wanting it to stay a secret between them. the initial, slight, tinge of discomfort quickly fizzling into pleasure. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Her hands rested at the base of his neck, her lips kissed along his jawline, hips rolling instinctively against his the more heated that she got.

Matty groaned, surprised by the sudden movement. She felt it in the way that his jaw suddenly stiffened.

“Shit- sorry. Too much?”

He giggled, shaking his head. “N-no. It’s good- Feels good.” A smile flashed across his face as he relaxed, letting himself be handled by her. “I can…take over, if-“

“No, no. I like this. I like being so close to you. On top of you. Filled to the brim with you.”

He’d attempted to reciprocate, but all that came out was incoherent moaning as her hips suddenly began to build momentum. Not that she minded. His words slurring with pleasure was the best compliment he could give her. Absolute music to her ears.

She rested her head against his chest, tucked tightly underneath his chin, placing small kisses to his skin wherever possible as she rode him, breathlessly.

“Matty, baby? Do you think- do you have it in you- I mean, I know that I’ve already made you cum before, but-“

“Mhm. Can do it again.” He nodded, beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

“Together, then?”

He smiled, feeling her clench around him, at this rate, he’d burst at any moment. “Y-yeah.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer and pressing their chests together.

“You feel so good it makes my head spin.” He whispered into her ear. “I swear it’s like you were made for me.”

She blushed, unable to help the smile that overtook her face. He knew what praise did to her. Her fingernails clawed at his chest desperately, sure to leave a mark. “I think I’m gonna- I’m ready to-“ she whispered.

“Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you. Fuckin missed you. Missed this. Don’t think I’ll ever leave again.”

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knyinfinity · 2 months

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Motherly Love

Muichiro/Fem!Reader (No romantic undertones)

Word count: 865 (est)

I hope you enjoy

First it was meeting her.

“Welcome back Master Tokito. I'm happy to see the mission was successful.” He looked over to see someone standing by his entrance, bowing their head. He simply nodded and continued walking towards his bedroom, longing for sleep.

Lavender…The subtle scent came off of her as she made her way to the kitchen, presumably to cook something, he didn't really care.

°°°

He really should have taken more notice of her scent the first time, because suddenly, it was everywhere. Not in a weird way, he just happened to notice there was a small lavender plant in the kitchen that she tended to, one appeared in his garden, she had the smallest piece pinned in her hair.

“Why do you wear that?”

“Peace and tranquility.” Was all she replied. He didn't press farther, but before he left on his next mission, he stared at the plant in his garden for a long moment.

If I take too much I won't be able to see. If I don't take enough I won't be able to smell it. Suddenly she was at his side with a small pair of scissors. Snip. Now he had a piece for himself, though she pinned it inside of his haori.

“Peace and tranquility.” Was all she whispered to him. She gave him a small smile before turning back towards the mansion.

°°°

Why am I sleeping..? Lavender… He thought to himself as he turned his head, searching where the scent was stronger. He tried opening his eyes, moving his hands, searching for the piece that was given to him to keep safe.

Someone, or thing grabbed his hand.

He sat up with a scream, pulling them almost on top of him as he quickly searched for the threat, his body screaming in protest.

“Muichiro.” Was all she said and he stopped, the adrenaline and fear leaving his body as quickly as they had come as she pushed him to lay back down on the bed. She began double checking bandages as she started to speak.

“You were wounded in battle, you need to rest. Your haori and your keepsake were both unfortunately damaged, so I brought fresh lavender to keep at your bedside.” He stared at the small piece clipped delicately in her hair as she spoke, forcing himself to keep his eyes open but being unable to speak. She gave him a small sigh and smile as she unclipped it and placed it in his hand as his eyes closed.

She was his head nurse after that. Changing bandages and sheets, washing them to ensure there was no contamination.

No infection.

As his strength grew, she helped him up and around. She was proud on the day he walked out of his bedroom on his own.

°°°

He then let her comb his hair, and be scolded by her. A surprise to both of them.

Almost.

He had been working to rebuild his strength and training daily after his injuries had mostly healed. Though, in her eyes he had pushed it too far one day. She had made a brilliant spread one day and he didn't stop to take a single break. When he stepped into his house that night, seeing her face, he felt strange…sad, maybe?

“Where have you been? You're a mess.” She said in a monotone, not looking at him as she cleaned up the now cold takikomi, tempura and rice balls. The desserts were handled by the other aids (who were eating them in the other room as quietly as possible).

“Training.” He responded a bit hesitant as he watched her clean. He was slightly confused. She hasn't spoken to him this way before, but he wasn't too bothered. He began walking to his room but she stopped him again.

“Hold it. I made all this food for you to help you. You did not stop to eat once, and now no appreciation.” He turned, mildly surprised.

“You're my aid. You merely-”

“I don't have to be.” Those words hung in the air for a long moment as Muichiro realized she was right, slowly realizing what he had. Any other hashira would enjoy her meals, her care, her cleanliness…her.

She stood with her hands on her hips as she spoke again.

“From now on you will respect my cooking and your body when it's healing by coming to eat what I make for you at proper mealtimes.” He nods without speaking and she relaxes with a small smile, walking towards him.

“Let's go comb your hair, it really is a mess.” She says to him quietly as she begins walking towards his room. He followed, still silent as he was reeling from the aftershocks.

He sat in front of his mirror, and she sat behind him, reaching around to grab the comb from his small end table before gently beginning to work her way through the tangles. She was right, his long hair was a mess, but she was patient as he simply stared, his mouth slightly agape. When she began to hum, Muichiro found himself dozing off and he awoke with his head in her lap, her head on the bed.

Maybe…maybe this is a mother's love…

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Let me worship you

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Mid Size!Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.7K

SUMMARY | Sebastian received great news about his role as Tommy Lee in the series Pam&Tommy, and even though you were excited about him and his physical transformation, you couldn't push your own body issues out of your mind. He notices you've been struggling with it and is hellbent on worshipping you in every single way to show you just how perfect you are in his eyes.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Description of Reader [ height, build of body, stretchmarks, tattoos ] swearing, low body image, possessive Sebastian, smut [ light spanking, light breeding/pregnancy kink, fingering, oral F receiving, face riding, protected sex, squirting, praise kink, multiple orgasms ], aftercare, a shitload of fluff, like almost tooth-rotting fluff at this point.

A/N | As someone who's been dealing with body image/low self-esteem for most of their teen/adult life, I understand it's hard to deal with these feelings. However, I would suggest you'd talk about it to someone you trust, or someone who's willing to listen [That includes me as well] in order to get the help you might need to start feeling like the absolutely amazing person you are 🖤

This is my second time writing it since my stupid ass accidentally deleted it the first time, so I hope you all have a blast with it! I stayed up way too late in order to finish this, so I hope y'all enjoy this lil' treat from me to you 😉

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

''Holy fuck, I just got some great news, babe!'' Sebastian said as he practically ran into the bedroom, you were standing there checking yourself out in the full-length mirror standing next to your walk-in closet. You had everything you could ever desire, every piece of clothing, every pair of shoes, every accessory money could buy, but there was one thing you haven't had in a long time, and that is the feeling that you're proud of the way you look. Sure, you looked drop-dead gorgeous in Sebastian's eyes, especially in the dark green lingerie you were wearing, but you didn't feel that way. And you haven't for a long time.

When he almost slid into you in the bedroom on his socks, you stepped away from the mirror, not looking him in the eyes out of shame for the way you look. Your hands were resting on your stomach but you quickly took them off as you turned away from him, you weren't comfortable with him seeing you like this. Not right now. ''Is everything okay?'' he said as he looked at you, you've never turned away from him like this in all the years you've been together. ''Yeah, fine,'' you muttered before quickly getting dressed. He isn't entirely convinced, but he knows better than to push you when you don't want to talk about something so he lets it go for now.

''You had great news?'' you said after you got dressed in a comfortable fall outfit, perfect for the weather outside in New York at this moment. It also helped you hide a little bit more, and you didn't mind that at all. ''Yes I do, my lovely wife-to-be,'' he said before pulling you closer, laying his hands softly around your waist. ''I just got the news that I got the role as Tommy Lee I auditioned for! I will need to undergo a little bit of a transformation, and of course, learn how to play the drums, but I'm so excited!'' he said, and you couldn't be any happier for him, you witnessed firsthand how hard he worked for this role.

''I told you so, didn't I?!'' you said with a big smile, and you pulled him in for a big hug as he picked you up in his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist to help him keep you up. ''I'm so proud of you, baby, you deserve it after all the hard work you put in! And now I won't be the only one with tattoo's anymore,'' you said with a sly grin on your face. ''Oh, but you will always be way fucking hotter than me with those tattoos of yours, babe, there's no doubt in my mind about that,'' he said before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. And with just one kiss, all your troubles were forgotten, for now.

That very same night, you were standing in front of that very same mirror, having the very same thoughts you had earlier. But this time, they were truly getting to you as you were looking in the mirror with tears steadily streaming down your face. You were looking at your body and saw a 5'11 woman with thick thighs that were touching each other, a pouchy belly, quite big love handles, breasts that were so large they gave you immense back pain some days, and stretchmarks covering most parts of your body. The one thing you do like, are the tattoos that are littered all over your body, with the phoenix on your thigh being the latest addition.

But even with all those tattoos covering you, you couldn't love yourself, not that you haven't tried of course. You put on a pair of oversized jogging pants and one of Sebastian's sweaters and went downstairs, hoping it wouldn't be obvious you have just been crying. You weren't aware he invited Anthony over, but you didn't mind, you enjoyed having him around. ''Hey gorgeous, how are you doing today?'' Anthony asked as he pulled you in for a hug, and you saw Seb clenching his jaw at the nickname, he has always been a bit more possessive, but you like that about him. ''I'm good, how about you?'' you answered and he nodded, notifying you he's doing good too.

''Hi babe,'' you said before walking over to Sebastian, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. ''I love you,'' you said and he muttered I love you too, which made you chuckle. ''Can I get you guys a beer?'' you asked and they gladly accepted, you got a bottle of water for yourself. ''So, anything new in your life, Anthony?'' you asked as you sat down next to him on the couch they were sitting on, right in between the two men. Right as you sat down Sebastian snaked his arm around your waist pulling you closer, making you let out a soft laugh. ''Not at the moment, just needed to get out of the house, the lady is having a girls' night and I can't be there for that,'' he said, rolling his eyes.

''What about you?'' he asked and pretended not to notice that Sebastian had all but pulled you on his lap at this point. ''Not much, work is still good, still engaged to this possessive ass behind me, so same old I'd say,'' and you felt Sebastian's grip tighten a little, he didn't like it when you pushed his buttons, but you and Anthony couldn't stop laughing about it. ''And you, Seb?'' Anthony informed after he finally stopped laughing, sipping from his beer. ''Got the role I've been working for, Tommy Lee,'' he said with a disgruntled voice, he didn't like being made fun of, and even though that wasn't his intention, it was nice to just not think for a minute.

The rest of the night flew by in an instant, and at around 11:30 PM Anthony went home after receiving a text that girls' night was done. ''It was good seeing you guys!'' he said before walking out the door and closing it behind him. ''So, are we finally going to talk about what has been bothering you lately?'' Sebastian asked as he looked at you expectingly. ''I-, I'm sorry Seb, I just haven't felt like myself lately, I don't know why, but I'm doing better already!'' you said, hoping he would let it go for now. He hummed in response, he wasn't in the mood for a discussion. ''Hm, I love you, you know that? Every single inch and every single thing, I love all of it with all my heart,'' he said before capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

~ 2 months later ~

The last few months have been great for Sebastian, you loved seeing his transformation into Tommy Lee, the tattoos he had now really did do something for you. So the first time he came home wearing them, the both of you had the most steamy night you two had shared in a long time. Your sex life was nowhere near vanilla, but that night did something to you, and the two of you made love all night and all during the next day. But ever since that moment, the two of you haven't been as intimate with each other as you would have liked. It was partially because of his shooting schedule, which was all over the place, but mostly because of your body image.

And lately, Sebastian seems to have caught on to that more and more. He was giving you more compliments, taking extra care of you during sex, and touching every single moment he could. Tonight, however, he had something different planned to show you how he feels about you. You had a horrible few weeks at work, there was a high-pressure job that you had to do with your department, and it started to show. So tonight, Sebastian decided to treat you to a special night of attention, and most of all, a steamy night of the best sex both of you ever had. It all started when you came home, and you found a box on the kitchen counter with a blue bow around it and a card.

Put this on, and meet me in the bedroom is what it said in his very recognizable handwriting, and you were curious what he got. He got you presents more often, but this was the first time he bought you lingerie, and when you opened the box, you found the most beautiful set of dark blue lingerie you ever saw. ''Wow...'' is all you could say before you picked it up, and changed into it. The second you put it on it did make you feel sexy, mainly because Sebastian had picked this out just for you. You put your heels back on because he loved seeing you in heels and lingerie, and let your hair fall loose around your shoulders before walking up the stairs. When you reached the top of the stairs, the bedroom door was closed, so you knocked.

''Seb? Can I come in?'' you asked, and he said you could, so you pushed the door open to reveal the most romantic scene you could imagine. There were candles lit of all sizes all around the room, and rose petals scattered throughout the room, leading in a pathway to the bed. On that very same bed, you found Sebastian with his back against the headboard, wearing nothing but his underwear. Next to him on the bed was a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and there was a soft tune going on in the background, adding to the romantic ambiance of the room he created. ''Oh my god, Seb...'' you said before walking towards him. ''Oh my fucking god, indeed. You look fucking delicious in that lingerie,'' he said before extending his hand out to you.

You took his hand in yours as he guided you onto the bed where you sat down on your knees in front of him. He picked up the flowers and held them up for you, so you could take them from his hands when he was done talking. ''Y/N, I know you haven't felt like yourself in quite some time, and it honestly pains me to see you like that. I will always try to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet, and tonight will be no different. Tonight, I plan on worshipping every single inch of that delicious body of yours, and showing you exactly why I love you until you can't think of anything else but my name,'' he said in a deep, seductive voice that had you dripping before he even touched you.

''I got these for you, even though they don't even come close to being beautiful when they're in your hands. You outshine them in every single comparison,'' he said, which made you blush deeply. ''Let me put these in water, and after that, I'm all yours babe,'' you said as you got off the bed and walked towards the kitchen, your hips unintentionally swaying a little from side to side as you walked, earning yourself a soft whistle from Sebastian. You got a small smile on your face as you walked down the stairs, he truly knew how to make you feel special, and you loved him even more for it. Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your night, as he would show you in very many intimate ways how he felt about you.

You walked back upstairs and walked into the bedroom, where Sebastian got back into his first position, but this time you noticed he had something else in his hands, but you couldn't quite make out what it was until you came closer to him. You crawled up the bed and over Sebastian's legs so you were straddling his waist. He put a finger under your chin and lifted your face so he could look into your eyes before moving his face closer to yours, capturing your lips in a feather-light kiss on your lips that leaves you wanting more. ''Seb...'' you sigh softly, but all he gives you is a small smile on his lips before leaning back against the headboard. ''Don't worry baby, we have all night and I plan on using every single minute we have,'' he said and you could practically see the devil horns growing out his head with his mischievous look on his face.

''I got you one more thing, baby, to show you how much I appreciate you,'' he said, and he held up a rectangular red velvet box, which you opened curiously. Inside was a silver necklace on a small chain, on it was a small 'S' hanging, and you couldn't help but giggle at it, his possessive side was showing now. ''I love it babe, but would you mind if I wear it tomorrow? I don't want it to get damaged tonight,'' you say, and he agrees. ''Of course baby, I can't wait to see how this would look hanging in that beautiful valley your breasts have created for me,'' he says as he places a few light kisses where it will hang later. This earned him a soft moan, and he kept kissing up to your collarbone and jaw.

When he reached your jaw he pulled away, putting the velvet box on the nightstand before returning to his earlier work. ''Now, I want you to lay down for me, baby. I got some heating massage oil to take care of those legs that have been bothering you lately,'' he said and you happily complied, laying down on the towels he prepared, and he got the oil off of the nightstand. ''Spread those gorgeous legs a little for me, baby, that way I can caress every last inch of these supple thighs and beautiful calves you have,'' he said, making you blush again, but you did what he asked. He sat down next to you before dripping some massage oil on your right leg, starting at your calve before dripping some on your thigh.

''Hmm, this lingerie makes your ass look so good, I could honestly take a bite out of that delicious flesh,'' he said and he leaned over to give each cheek a few kisses. When he sat back up, he started his massage on your right leg, making long, deep strokes from your ankle to your knee, massaging deeply into the muscles of your calves that have been bothering you lately. ''I just can't stop thinking about the way these calves look when you're wearing your tight pencil skirts, these coming out underneath and going into those beautiful heels you wear,'' he started, talking about every single body part he's massaging, and how it makes him feel. After a few more long strokes he moved to your thigh, giving it the same treatment.

''And don't even get me started on these thighs, these deliciously thick thighs of yours. I love the way they feel underneath my fingertips, how soft they are when they straddle my lap, and how powerful they are when I eat out that deliciously soaked pussy of yours, or the way they fit so perfectly around my head when you ride my face,'' he continued as he massaged them in circles while squeezing a little, making soft groans coming out of you at the feeling of the muscles coming loose in them. ''I love the way they jiggle when you walk, how they lift your perfect ass, and I can't get enough of them when you're wearing skinny jeans, filling them up perfectly,'' he said as he moved his way closer to your ass, but not going there until later. First, he continues this same pattern on your left leg, continuing to tell you all about what he loves about you.

When your legs are done, he finally moves up to your ass, but before he massages them, he slowly takes the panties off so he has full access to all of the skin. ''Hm, nice and round for me, just how I like them,'' he says and you giggle softly as he pours just a tiny amount of oil on each of the cheeks, working on both of them simultaneously. ''I love the way your ass looks in every single pair of lingerie, how it always fills out every dress, every skirt, or every pair of pants perfectly. I also thoroughly enjoy the way my balls sound when they smack against this juicy flesh as I'm balls deep inside you,'' he said which had you laughing, but he continued to love your cheeks by rubbing circles on them, and when he's done, he gives a little spanking on each cheek before moving to your back.

''I'm going to unhook your bra, babe, so I have access to this back of yours,'' and before you can respond, he quickly unhooks every single hook on the clasp with ease. You moan out softly when it falls loose on your sides, and you readjust a little to slide it from underneath you, leaving your breasts bare on the towel underneath you. ''Hm, now I definitely can't wait to flip you over,'' he said as he rubbed his hands over your back, starting at the bottom and working his way up to your shoulders and neck. ''I love the way your back arches when I give you so much pleasure you can't contain yourself, or how it feels against my chest when we cuddle, how it molds so perfectly against me when we're in the shower or bath together,'' he says as he lovingly rubs your lower back and sides, tickling you a little in the process.

''These perfect shoulders and neck, always sensitive to my touches and kisses, the perfect places to give you my marks, showing everyone you belong to me,'' he said, again making you giggle, but you love it when he's so possessive over you. He finishes his massage with a few soft kisses on your neck and up to your ear until you feel his hot breath against your ear. ''Now, let's turn you over, so I can see the other half of this gorgeous body, and I can tell you even more of what I love about you,'' he said, making you moan softly. You do as he says and you already feel more relaxed, so you can't wait for him to massage the front side of your body. He started at your legs again, telling you just how good they look in the clothes you wear, how beautiful your tattoos are, or when they're draped over his shoulders.

When he reaches your belly, he can't help but smile a little. ''I can't wait to see this belly nice and round with my baby, and you'll be glowing from the inside out when you're carrying a mini version of one of us. I love the way it feels against me when we cuddle, and how squishy it is when I tickle you,'' he said as he softly wiggled his fingers to show you just how ticklish you are, even though you're well aware. ''Seb, no! Stop it!'' you say through your laughter, and he eventually does, moving his attention higher up to your breasts, collarbones, and throat. He always pays extra attention to your breasts, or more specifically your nipples, and he would do exactly that right now.

''Fuck, these boobs make me go crazy every single time I think about them, see them, touch them. The way they fit so perfectly in my hands, how soft they feel when I squeeze them. Not to mention how deliciously hard these nipples get when I suck on them or graze them with my teeth. How perfect they are when you were a shirt that is just a bit of a lower cut than usual, and how they fill out every shirt or dress you wear so perfectly. The way they bounce up and down when you're riding me, or when you're sitting on my face, I can't get enough of that thought,'' he said as he massaged your breasts and nipples, getting more erratic moans out of you because they're always so sensitive when you're aroused.

Lastly, he rubs his hands over your collar bones, shoulders and softly against your throat. ''I love the way you gasp when my hands wrap around this tight throat of yours, and how pretty your neck and collar bones become when I leave my purple marks on them,'' he says before leaning down, and sucking exactly on your pulse point to show you what he meant. ''And lastly, I adore you, Y/N, for everything you do for me, how well you take care of me, how much you mean to me, and how much you love me. My love for you goes deeper than I have ever felt before, and I consider myself the luckiest man in this entire universe to have you by my side. I love you, Y/N, and I can't wait to be able to call you my gorgeous wife one day,'' he finished as he leaned closer, placing his soft lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away he had a look of nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, and he truly meant every single word he just said. ''I love you, so so much, Seb, and I can't wait to be able to call you my delicious husband soon,'' you said before placing a hand on the back of his neck as you pulled him in for another kiss, this time deepening it almost immediately, you wanted to feel his tongue mesh with yours into a clash of tongue and teeth, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as if you hadn't done it countless times before. ''Seb, I need you...'' you said with a small whine. ''Patience, baby, you will get all of me soon, but tonight is all about you, so I'll take care of you and your orgasms for now,'' he said before starting his trail of soft kisses downwards.

He started at your cheek and jaw, nibbling softly on the skin earning himself soft moans as you laced your hand in his hair, the other one finding his hand and holding onto it. When he resumed his way down, he gave special attention to both your nipples, making you squirm under his touch as he sucked on each of them, while playing with the other one with his free hand. His trail of kisses resumed down your belly, his tongue licking over your belly button to make you squirm even more, and finally down to your dripping pussy, where you've been wanting him so bad this entire time. Because he has been building up the tension inside you this whole time, your first orgasm of the night came quickly.

He spread two of his fingers through your folds and over your clit, making you arch your back in delight right away, you were already so close to your orgasm that you could practically taste it, and Sebastian was well aware of the effect he had on you. He rubbed soft circles over your clit and in less than a minute, you fell apart under the touch of his thumb, moaning his name loudly as he groaned at the almost pornographic sounds you were making. ''Fucking hell Seb, love you so much,'' you said and he muttered an I love you back before attaching his lips to your pussy without a warning, sucking and licking on your clit to make you chase your second high, closely following the first.

While he does so, he pushes two of his fingers deep inside your pussy without a problem, you were soaking wet for him, and he was adamant about sucking up every last drop while his fingers gave you immense pleasure. ''Oh, oh Seb, fuck, right there!'' you said as your second orgasm washed over you, and Seb drank every last drop of it before he climbed up to kiss you, giving you a taste of all your sweet goodness. ''Taste so good for me baby, always such a good girl for me,'' he said which only made you arch into him more. ''Dripping wet for me, just the way I like it,'' he said before giving you another deep, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth without a problem as you moan from his words.

The two of you lay like that for a while, getting lost in each other's mouths and sounds, and you're slowly starting to get some of your strength back after your first two orgasms. ''Now, I'm gonna lay down for you, and I want you to ride my face until you cum again. Wanna feel these supple thighs around my head while I eat this pussy out exactly the way you like,'' he said and without hesitation, you lifted your leg over his face, sitting down fully just the way he wants you to. You slowly start grinding against his face, the stubble of his beard only adding to your pleasure. His arms are wrapped around your thighs in a tight hold as you chase your third orgasm, and your moans start to become louder the closer you get. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, you cum all on his tongue and face, juices squirting out of you as you keep moaning Sebastian's name like a chant.

''Hm, always so delicious as you squirt for me, babe. I love that taste of your sweet pussy, wish I could stay buried between these thighs for the rest of my life,'' he said, and you wouldn't complain if he did. ''Need a small break now, Seb,'' you said as you got comfortable on the bed. ''Alright, I'll get you some water while you rest a bit, you're going to need it since I have a lot more planned for you,'' he said with a wink, and you watched as he walked out of the room, the tattoos on his back on full display, and you realized you were completely smitten on this look, you want to convince him to get some of his own now, as much as you love getting tattooed, you would love seeing him with permanent inkings on his skin.

Not long after he left, he got back with 2 bottles of water and a snack for you to eat, so you could get some strength back before he would make sweet, passionate love to you after. For now, you were openly checking him and his tattoos out, god you love it so much. ''I think you should get some tattoos of your own, they make you look gorgeous,'' you tell him, earning yourself a chuckle. ''And what should I get as my first tattoo?'' he asked, and you already thought about it, many times. ''I think you should get a tattoo in honor of your mom, she means the world to you, and it would be the perfect first tattoo. After that, I'd suggest my name, since I already have yours on my thigh,'' you said, his hands softly stroking over his name, which was placed on the top of your thigh, close to your pussy. Another show of his possessiveness.

''Hm, not a bad idea, actually,'' he said, and he was thinking about it. ''But now, I have another plan for you, since the night is still young,'' he said with a mischievous look on his face. He laid you down on your back, a pillow underneath your hips and your head resting on the pillows at the top of the bed, as he slowly crawled over you and caught your lips in a soft, longing kiss. ''I'm going to make sweet love to you, baby, and I plan on taking my time with you tonight,'' he said with a smile, grinding his still-clothed cock right against your soaked pussy. ''I want you so bad, Seb, I want you to ruin me tonight,'' you told him, and his eyes darkened a little bit.

He got off the bed and took off his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to spring free after being confined for way too long, and you gasped as it did. It never seized to surprise you when you saw his cock, you would never get used to the feeling of him inside you, but you couldn't get enough of it either. He crawled back over you once again, before grinding against you again with his bare cock this time, earning him another deep moan from deep in your throat. He grabbed one of the condoms he laid on the nightstand and ripped the packet open with his teeth, but instead of him rolling it on himself, you insisted on doing it this time.

When it was one, he didn't waste any more time as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes as he did. Your mouth was slightly open and moans kept escaping out of it, while you got used to the feeling of him splitting you open again. ''Always such a tight pussy, feels so good around my thick cock. You're such a good girl for me, Y/N, always taking me so well,'' he praised as he bottomed out eventually. ''I love you so much, Seb,'' you said as you pulled his head down for another soft and passionate kiss. He started moving slowly, making sure you could feel every single vein along his cock, and he would feel every flutter of your tight walls around him.

He kept a rather slow pace, but the two of you weren't in any hurry, and you kept kissing each other while he ground in and out of you. After a while of soft, lazy lovemaking, he picked up the pace a little as your moans became more erratic, notifying him you were nearing your next orgasm. ''Seb, fuck-'' you said as he picked up his pace, while his forehead was practically glued to yours, he wanted to swallow every single moan out of your mouth, every little whimper escaping would be captured by his lips as you came undone under him. ''Gonna cum,'' is all you said before your orgasm washed over you, and Sebastian followed soon after. ''Fuck, such a good girl for me, your walls were milking me, baby. Wanna be buried inside you forever,'' he said, but he knew he couldn't.

Sebastian stayed buried inside you for a little longer as he rolled both of you over at the same time, your weight comfortably all on him so you could get your fill of post-sex cuddles. You were completely fucked out at this point, and floating somewhere between heaven and earth, enjoying every cuddle and little kiss Sebastian gave you for you to come back to him. After a few minutes you were back in your own body, ''Hey girl, are you back with me again? You were gone a while,'' Sebastian said with a chuckle, and you nodded. ''Was nice,'' you said with a sleepy smile on your face. ''Want to take a bath together to finish this perfect night off?'' he asked and you happily agreed.

Sebastian pulled out of you now that he was soft again, and took off the condom before tying it off and throwing it away. He ran a bath with your favorite cherry-scented bubbles, and within no time he was back, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom. ''It seems I have this part of our honeymoon under control,'' he said, both of you laughing. Sebastian stepped into the bath as he carefully sat down, while you sat in his lap. He twisted you around so your back was resting comfortably against his chest. ''How are you feeling, baby girl?'' he asked. ''Really good, thank you so much for everything tonight, it was exactly what I needed,'' you said before kissing him on his cheek.

When the bath water started to get cold, you got out of the bath, finally having the strength to stand on your own feet again, and you started drying yourself off, but Sebastian stopped you. ''Woah! That's my job!'' he said as he took the towel from your hands, and started drying you off with the soft towel. When you were dry, you wrapped your hair in another towel and you helped Sebastian dry off, giving him the same treatment as you received. ''I think I would like to wear your necklace now, Seb,'' you said as you walked into the bedroom, grabbing the box. He got it out and the both of you stood in front of the full-length mirror, watching as he put it on you. ''Now everybody knows you're mine,'' he said. ''It's not like the ring didn't give it away already, but I love it, and I love you, Sebastian,'' you said as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He gave you a soft kiss on your lips and turned you back around, so you could look at yourself in the mirror again. ''May I ask what you see now?'' he said softly, and you got a huge smile on your face. ''I see a beautiful woman with a sexy body and a delicious fiancé behind her,'' you say, and Sebastian pulls you into a big hug. ''I'm so proud of you baby, and I love you so incredibly much, I'm truly the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side,'' he said, and it made you tear up a little. ''I'm the luckiest woman in this universe to have found you, Sebastian, and I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you,'' you said, and you took his hand before walking to the bed. ''Now, I want more cuddles as we sleep, so we better start now!'' you say as you jump on the bed, immediately followed by Sebastian. ''Don't mind if I do!'' he said with a huge smile on his face.

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luvforemikai · 2 months

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Comfort In Ending

Alex Summers x black!fem!reader

summary - your time recovering after your Fiance Alex's death

warnings - very very slight mentions of smut

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You sit in your now deceased Fiance's bedroom while looking at the specs of rain slam again his window. Everything in his room reminds you of him. The butterfly necklace that was on his nightstand. It was originally yours but he took it with him everywhere you weren't, to remind him of you.

The chair sitting next to his window. You'd sit with him on the brightest of days, looking over the area.

The blanket sitting right next to it. He'd use that for surprise picnics. Eating strawberries and drinking lemonade while looking at the flowers bloom. Not a care in the world.

And his bed. Where you two had some of the most intimate moments together. Whether it was rubbing his hair softly while he dozed off to sleep. Him massaging your back after a long day. Or the two of you making love like there was no tomorrow.

You look around the room crying, because everywhere you look you see him. You smell him. You taste him.

You may have had your fights but deep down there was nothing that could drive you two apart.

You sit at the corner of his bed, your black dress soaked in tears when you hear a knock at his door.

"Come in." You say weakly. Scott opens the door and there's a sliver of silence before he speaks up, realizing you won't. "You ready?" He whispers.

You take a deep breath as you stand up with a crinkled piece of paper in your hands, walking towards Scott and taking his hand.

You both leave the x-mansion as the rain clears and the sun peaks through the dark clouds. You're led into a beautiful but wet field of flowers. The same field he led you on days you had no classes or training.

You're brought to his casket. Dark blue and brown. Everyone is standing with their heads low, yours being the only one held high.

As everyone gives their share of flowers, lastly, you neatly place a note on top, rubbing his casket, then leaving.

Dear Alex.

I never expected this to happen, but who does in times like these. You already know how I feel about you so there's really no reason to write it. I've told you every day since we started dating. I just never knew hate would be one of those feelings.

Though I don't hate you, I could never, no matter what. I hated how you were always so brave when others weren't. I hated when you were drafted and came back with night terrors every single day. I hated how you had to always be the one to take risks when the only risk you needed to take was loving me. Spending your life with me.

We almost made it, you and me. We were so close. And then this happened. I don't blame you. Matter of fact, I don't blame anyone but myself for getting so attached. You were the reason my heart fluttered every single day. You were the reason my stomach twisted and turned at every single kiss. You were the reason I'd feel weak at every compliment. And you are the reason I will never experience that again. I wrote my heart in this, so it will get buried with you, and you'll feel my love forever. I know I will never feel the comfort of your touch again. But maybe there will be

comfort in ending.

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annab-nana · 11 months

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can i get 22 from list a with yelena pls i hope i’m not too late idk why i didn’t see the tag in my notifs 😭😭

you weren't too late but i am definitely very late with getting back to this ask so i'd say we're even

prompt: snowed in. only one bed

warnings: not proofread, undressing, sharing a bed (obvi), cuddles, fluff

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"follow me," you urged when you spotted the cabin in the distance. yelena and you both were freezing as the unexpected snowstorm continued its relentless downfall and the small red room base that you two had bolted from was in the middle of nowhere it seemed. no sun in the sky only lowered the temperature even more.

with a nod, the blonde was on your six, following the tracks you made in the snow as you approached the small wooden home. the doors were locked, but you did manage to open a window for you two to crawl through.

the place appeared small from the outside, but it was even more compact once you got inside as well. there was a small den area, kitchen, laundry closet, bathroom, and a single bedroom. the only sounds that could be heard throughout the tiny space were the blistering winds outside and teeth chattering from both you and yelena. together, you worked on starting a fire, each of you yawning with each piece of wood you tossed in.

"i can take the couch," you offered while looking over yelena's shoulder at the lumpy blue couch behind her. her eyes followed your line of sight and she shook her head when she turned back to you.

"we can share the bed. we need to keep warm anyway."

after a quick nod, you followed her toward the bedroom and repeated her actions of slipping out of your suits, now soaked with water from melted snow. a shiver passed over your skin when you were left only to your bra and underwear, so you made haste to get under the sheets. you covered as much of yourself as you could with the blankets and curled in on yourself, facing the wall.

the bed dipped behind you when yelena joined you, the gust of wind that flowed in when she lifted the blankets making you shiver once more. your shivers and shakes must've been too much for your mission partner, considering her next words.

"just get over here."

"huh?" you asked when you turned to face her. you couldn't have heard her correctly.

"i'm cold and you clearly are too. it doesn't have to mean anything, but we both won't be able to fall asleep if we're frozen. so..." she trailed off, her open arm inviting you in.

if you weren't fearful that you'd turn blue any second, you probably would've thought on it more. but your need for warmth far outweighed any clear thinking skills you had.

scooting over, you wrapped your arms around her bare waist and let one of your legs slot between hers. one of her cold hands ran over your back, the friction of her actions providing you both some warmth.

"can this mean something?" you inquired softly, almost too quiet for yelena to hear.

"hmm?"

"you said this doesn't have to mean anything, but can it?" you reiterated while keeping your head on her chest, not daring to look at her face. a bit of silence followed your query and you wondered if you two were just going to pretend it never was asked in the first place.

yelena's lips pressing to your head stopped your thoughts from going downhill and focused them back on her. the girl who had occupied your mind constantly spoke up when she pulled away.

"it was going to mean something to me anyway."

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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hi! I'm fairly new to you blog but it's become one of my favourite 😂 I adore your writing. I was wondering if I could request a headcanon of being married to Leonard Mccoy and your life on the Enterprise? Thanks!

oh my gosh thank you so much!

I love Leonard so so much so I am a bit biased, but this man, he was meant to be a Husband

Yes he is a grump all the god damn time, but this man melts when he is around his s/o

When he's had a stressful day, he knows that he can come to you and just the sight of you will make his stress melt away

Leonard is very good at compartmentalizing, it's part of what makes him such a good doctor, he knows what needs to come first, but there are times when he finds himself craving the sight of you, getting to hold you in his arms

So he'll make an excuse, even if it's just for a few minutes, to leave Med Bay and find you

He'll pull you into a quiet corner, just holding you in his arms, burying his face in your neck, and it's enough to keep the both of you going until the next moment you can steal

The crew quarters on the Enterprise aren't the greatest, but to Leonard, yours are the greatest sight in all the galaxies

Leonard has taken you on every single piece of furniture in your quarters (perhaps even in Med Bay) but that's not what makes your home his favorite place

You are in every part of the home - even if you're not there

Pictures of your wedding, trips together, are scattered on all the tables and a few on the walls

You brought your bedding from home, because Starfleet regulation just wasn't soft enough (and fuck if you aren't right about those damn expensive sheets)

And even when you're not there, he knows it won't be long before you are, and that thought alone can keep him going for hours

The two of you have become the unofficial go to for relationship advice

You represent the ideal couple, because you make all the craziness aboard the Enterprise work for your relationship

Countless times, Jim has shown up, either in Med Bay, dragging you along behind him, or at your quarters, so he can tell the two of you about his latest relationship and get your opinions

The two of you make it a priority to schedule date nights - it's the only way that your relationship can survive

These can be a romantic dinner back at your quarters where Leonard makes your favorite meal and the two of you end up in the bedroom for the rest of the night

Or they can be in his office in Med Bay, laughing and kissing over patient files he can't bring himself to look at, because he's got you in his arms, and last for only about an hour

The point is, the two of you make time for each other

And even when you can't, Leonard finds ways to show you he loves you

He'll make sure to leave little notes for you to stumble upon while you work, he'll send you flowers when he's on a planet because it made him smile, just like you do

Whenever the two of you have to work together, you try to keep it as professional as possible, but sometimes Leonard just can't

"As beautiful as she is, she's completely wrong," he'll say when you're in a discussion with the crew, and he won't even notice until he sees the smiles on their faces

My wife this, my wife that, my wife, my wife, my wife

You are his rock, but he is yours, too

Leonard can read your emotions with just a glance over at you (maybe it's because he's such a good doctor, but most likely it's just because he knows you that well)

He knows what to do to make you feel safe and comforted and listened to, when he knows that you need it

Leonard is also skilled at taking care of you in other aspects

The steady, steady hands of the good doctor have never once let you down

Leonard's voice gets a deeper twang when he's aroused (or when he's sleepy)

So when you're fucking, all his babys and darlings and honeys come out and that alone can finish you off

He is your best friend

You can tell him anything - bad day, fight you had with a friend, when you're sick - and he'll take it all in stride, knowing that letting you vent is usually most important

When you're done though he will take some action

For instance, you've got a headache? He'll prescribe you some medicine. Slept funny on your back? He knows just the perfect herbal remedy and a massage that will straighten you out

The two of you laugh more together than you do with anyone else

Jim swears he has never seen Leonard smile so much as when he does when he's with you

Some nights you'll stay up late, lying in each other's arms, just talking about what your future will look like, when you'll settle down, where, whether children are in your future

He is supportive of all your dreams and vows that whatever you want, he will get for you

Leonard says "i love you" like he breathes

First thing he does when he wakes up, last thing he says at night, when you pass down the walls of the Enterprise, when he's talking about you and you're not even there, it's just a reflex for him

Leonard is just the sturdiest man you could ever know - he's there to support you, there to take care of you, there to love you, there for anything you might need him for

He's such a good husband that it makes you want to be a better spouse, too

Of course you fight like all couples do, and they can get heated because Leonard is stubborn, but you always end up resolving things

Leonard knows he can be stubborn, so he usually comes to you after he's cooled down and apologizes for what he said

You tell him you don't care, it was a petty fight, and you love him

His favorite words in the world

The entire crew is sick of your PDA (there have been meetings) but Leonard doesn't care, he will kiss you whenever and wherever he wants

He'll pull you into a passionate kiss and not care that the crew all lets out a collective groan, because he is with you, and there is nothing else in the world that makes him happier

#leonard mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy headcanons #leonard mccoy headcanon #leonard mccoy imagine #star trek #star trek headcanon #star trek headcanons #star trek imagine

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tonyscott21 · 5 months

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MY BROTHER'S ENEMY

So I'm going to write shit because I have super wild fantasies, and I need to let them out.

The first one is about karate kid. Johnny Lawrence, because I know I'm not the only one who has wild fantasies about this man.

⚠️Warning⚠️ SMUT 18+, oral (fem receive), spanking, degradation

It's been a few weeks since you and your twin brother moved to California with your mom. Of course, you were only here a day when your brother decided to already start fights over a girl.

Now, a few weeks later, they were dating, and you were flirting with Ali's ex, the infamous Johnny Lawrence, the king of Cobra Kai. Of course, you felt guilty about it, but he was hot, and you were horny.

"Hey hotstuff." You heard from behind as you put your books into the locker in front of you.

You smiled to yourself before turning around, staring into the ocean eyes belonging to Johnny. "Hey yourself." You said with a smirk.

"You know, my mom and Sid are out of town this weekend. I'll have that big house all to myself." He said whilst twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

"Aw, poor baby. Do you need some company?" You ask, making an overdramatic pouty face.

Johnny chuckled at your sarcasm, dropping your hair and putting his hand on your waist. "I think I might need some company." He smirked down at you, moving his hand down to cup your ass.

You rolled your eyes, removing his hand, holding it in yours. "Invite the boys over, then you won't be so lonely." You joked, playing with his fingers.

He made a sad face as he looked at you. "But I wanted you to come over, I thought we could have some fun." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.

"I'll think about it." You finally reply, turning around and shutting your locker.

"See you around Johnny." You wink, walking away.

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You stood in front of the door, contemplating knocking, but before you could do anything, it opened. "You've been standing out here for ten minutes you know." Johnny said, leaning against the doorframe with his famous smirk in place.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know if this was a good idea or not." You murmured, looking down at your hands that were clasped in front of you.

He took your hands in his and pulled you inside, closing the door and leaning you against it. "Why are you doubting this now?" He asked, still holding your hands, looking deep into your (e/c) eyes.

You sighed, contemplating your words. "You're my brother's enemy. I just feel guilty." You finally let out.

"Does it feel wrong?" His question caught you a little off guard.

"Well... no, it doesn't. Johnny, this feels so right, but it should be wrong. My brother hates you, and you hate him even more, but every single time you touch me, or even if you're near me, I feel something. I don't know if you feel the same, I know you still love Ali, but I just had to get this off my chest. I really like you, Johnny Lawrence." You let out a sigh, looking away from Johnny, not wanting to see the rejection in his eyes.

You felt his hand under your chin, tilting your head up. Before you could do or say anything, his lips were on yours, stealing your breath away.

The kiss started off slow but soon escalated when his tongue entered your mouth. You let out a low moan, trying to fight for dominance but losing badly.

Johnny tapped under your thighs, signaling for you to jump. He caught you with ease. You felt yourself being carried up the stairs and into a bedroom, the door slamming shut behind you.

Next thing you know, you're put on a soft surface. Johnny pulled back from the kiss, looking down at you, breathing hard. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I do feel the same. Screw Ali and your brother, I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you." You knew he was telling the truth, yet you still felt like you were betraying your brother.

"If you promise that you'll leave my brother alone and that you'll talk to him about us, then and only then will I give this a chance." You spoke with conviction, which looked kind of funny.

You were lying in Johnny's bed, him between your legs, yet the two of you are having a conversation like it's a normal Saturday afternoon.

"For you, I would do anything. Even talk to that stupid LaRusso you call a brother." You knew he was only teasing, but you still glared at him. "Fine, I'll talk to Daniel." He finally relented.

You smile as you lean up and connect your lips with his once more. He responded immediately, his hands roaming your body. Johnny started to lift your shirt a little as if asking for permission. You pull away from the kiss long enough to pull off your shirt. He stared at your bare skin, eyes wide as he looked at you in a lacy black bra.

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, his wide stare replaced with a smirk. "You wear this for me?" He asked while his hands traced the lace barely covering your boobs.

You simply nodded, biting your lip as you pulled at the hem of his own shirt, signaling that it was now his turn to undress. He understood and quickly stripped off the piece of clothing. You admired his glistening abs, but that was short-lived as he attached his lips to your neck.

You gasped out in pleasure and let out a few moans as he nipped and sucked at your neck. He unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room as his mouth attacked your hard nipple his hand giving attention to the other one, twisting and pulling at it.

Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer to you. He made his way down, kissing at your stomach until he reached your naval. Johnny looked up at you, once more asking permission with his eyes. You nod, but that wasn't enough for him as he came back up to look you in the eyes.

"Are you sure you want to go further (y/n)?" He asked.

This was the sweetest moment you've ever experienced while being with someone. No one has ever asked if you were okay with everything, never paid much attention to your body or your pleasure, only wanting their own release. "I'm sure Johnny, I trust you." You let out as you stare into his soft eyes.

"If you ever want to stop or just take a break, just say the word, and I'll stop everything." He tells you, leaning down to leave a soft, gentle kiss on your lips.

"You really are amazing, Johnny Lawrence." You say, kissing him again.

The kiss escalated once more, but this time, you didn’t even bother to fight for dominance. You just let Johnny take control. He unzipped your jeans, sliding them off along with your panties.

He moved down again, this time not stopping until he reached your throbbing heat. "Fuck, you're beautiful (y/n)." He breathed against you.

Your only response was a loud moan as he flicked his skillful tongue against your clit. He licked and sucked your clit making you writhe and shake against his mouth, you bucked your hips but he held them down with his one arm while his other one moved down. He inserted two of his fingers, intensifying the pleasure even more.

"Oh fuck, Johnny don't stop, please don't stop." You begged, his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

He obliged to your pleas, going harder against your clit as his fingers slammed into you. Your one hand flew to his head, pulling at his golden locks, causing him to groan against you. Your other hand was clutching the soft cushion beneath your head.

You were close, and Johnny could sense that as he went harder against you. "Oh my god, Johnny! Yes, oh fuck... OH YES, JOHNNY!" You shout out as the tight knott in your stomach finally unravels around his mouth and fingers.

He continues until you're a twitching mess because of over stimulation. He removes his mouth and fingers from you, licking off the latter from your juices.

Johnny comes back up, admiring your sweaty face as you breathe hard. "I think you moaning and screaming my name is my new favorite sound." He says, smugly looking down at you.

"Your turn, Lawrence." You say as you tried to reach for his belt buckle.

His hands stopped you before you could get too far, though. You give him a confused look, but he only smiles at you. "Today is about you (y/n), maybe next time." He says with a sweet smile.

You nod, smiling back as you kiss him. "You really are perfect, Johnny, and I can't express that enough." He blushes at your words, only making your smile bigger.

"Thank you, Princess. You're not too bad yourself." He teases you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Are you still sure that you want to do this? Because we can stop now, I don't really care. I only want you to feel comfortable." He expresses his concerns once more.

You have already made up your mind, though. You wanted him more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. "I want to Johnny, I've never wanted something more." You reassure him.

Both of you smile as you kiss, Johnny quickly discards his remaining clothing. You look down, and your eyes go wide at his size, you've never had someone so big before.

He chuckles at your face before reaching into his nightstand to retrieve a condom. Johnny quickly puts it on, looking at you one more time for confirmation. You kiss him, hoping it would ease his nerves a little. It seemed to work as he slowly started to enter you.

You had to break the kiss as you gasped at the new feeling of being so full. When he bottomed out, you both let out loud moans at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're tight Princess." Johnny breathes out as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you.

Moaning his name as he hits that one specific spot that drives you wild. He groans in response as he slams into you over and over again.

The feeling is almost overwhelming, but you could feel that he was holding back. "Harder, please Johnny." You beg underneath him.

It's as if something in him snapped, his dominant side showing as he slams even harder into you. You are literally screaming at this point. Your vision is going blurry at the pure pleasure you are receiving.

Johnny takes one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder, causing him to go even deeper inside of you. You scratch up his back, leaving angry red marks and maybe drawing a little blood. He doesn't seem to care, though. It only spurs him on to go even harder and faster inside of you.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room are his hips slamming against yours and the loud noises leaving your mouth. Johnny tried to hold in his sounds but failed miserably the pleasure taking over him.

Suddenly, you're turned around at the speed of lightning. Now lying on your stomach, Johnny quickly pulls your hips up so that your ass is in the air. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, causing you to moan at the new sensation.

He smacks your ass hard, probably leaving his handprint on it. "You like this, don't you (y/n)? You like being treated like a slut. Well, you're mine. No one else gets to see you like this. Do you understand?" Johnny asked through clenched teeth, smacking your ass again.

"Yes Johnny, I'm yours and only yours." You moan out.

At your words, he slams back into you at full force. "That's right, you're my slut. Mine to use however I please." He groans as he thrusts in and out of you almost painfully quick.

You couldn't even respond if you tried, the pleasure being too much. Johnny puts his one hand on your hip to stabilize himself as the other one snakes around your waist to find your clit.

He starts rubbing fast circles, and even though it's still sensitive from your last orgasm, it still makes you scream out in utter pleasure as you clutch the headboard in front of you.

You were so close as you started clenching around Johnny's hard dick. He groans in response, signaling that he was close as well.

He kept going harder and faster until you couldn't take it anymore and let go of the tight knott in your stomach.

You cummed around him, but he wasn't stopping. So he made even faster circles on your clit, making you close to a third orgasm.

Close to tears, you screamed his name at the top of your lungs. "Fuck (y/n)!" Johnny screamed out as his thrusts started getting sloppy, signaling that he was close as well.

You came around him again as you felt him go still, shooting his load into the condom. He rests his upper body onto your back, his breath coming out in pants as he moves slowly in and out of you, riding your both through the intense orgasm.

The two of you groaned as he pulled out of you, both falling flat against the bed. He turned and pulled your sweaty body against his.

"That was amazing." He breathed out, kissing your neck gently.

You turned around and met his gaze, kissing him softly. "It was perfect and so much more than I could've hoped for." You said against his lips.

He chuckled but agreed nonetheless. Johnny then proceeded to stand up and walk into his ensuite bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth, cleaning up the mess between your legs.

You blushed at this but still thanked him for the sweet gesture. He climbed back into bed, pulling you against his chest once more.

You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you slowly calmed down from the previous activities. "(Y/n), I know this is soon and all, and I promise that I'll talk to your brother about this as well. But would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" Johnny asked, still looking at the ceiling.

You pulled his head towards yours and kissed him with passion. "I would love nothing more, Johnny."

The two of you are smiling messes as you slowly drift off to sleep. You couldn't wait for your future together.

Who would have thought that the twin sister of Johnny Lawrence's enemy would one day become the love of his life. He definitely didn't, but he couldn't be happier.

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