#Girl Next Door's Make Me Feel Bingo

[agirlcandream84]

Neighbor!Frank is a Daddy When You Come Home Drunk

Guys I'm gonna fucking scream if Neighbor Daddy Frank doesn't do this to me. SCREAM. I'm considering this a part 2 to this. DO WE NEED PART THREE?! (ETA: Next part here!!!)

Neighbor!Frank x Reader

Word Count: 1,203 (5 min read)

"Text me when you're hooommmmme" you say in a sing-songy voice to Lily, the alcohol making you cheerful and warm, as she climbs into the Uber.

"K but you gotta text me too," she replies, eyes lidded and slumped in the seat. "Oh fuck, it's 3:30," she slurs, "Brian gonna's be so pissed," she adds before bursting into a fit of laughter.

You laugh back and shut the car door, watching it drive off. Standing in the cold spring night, alone on the sidewalk, your drunkenness hits you a little more clearly, like being dropped in reality after a lovely fuzzy dream.

You pull out your phone to call your own Uber but find only a black mirror staring back at you, battery long dead. "Oh shit," you mumble and look around to no one and nothing in particular. With a drunk person's confidence you decide the walk home will do you good, sucking the cold night air into your nostrils before starting the one mile trek to your apartment.

Twenty minutes, about 4 blisters and some teeth-chattering later, you find yourself on the stoop of your apartment building. Luckily, the alcohol flowing vigorously through your system numbed most of the discomfort but you were starting to feel intensely peckish. You were juuusstt on the cusp of, "if I don't eat now I might throw up," so you jammed your hand in your purse and started digging for your keys. And digging. And digging.

You pull out your phone to call Lily, when -- oh right -- the battery. You go back to digging. Then jiggling the door handle. Then sticking a bobby pin in the lock like this was a sitcom. Then sliding your library card through the crack in the door, hoping to catch the deadbolt. Maybe another jiggle?

"ffuuccckkk," you mumble, sitting on the stoop and resting your eyes a minute. Your body lilts to the side before you jerk your eyes awake. You approach the door again, peeling off your shoes, barefoot on the stoop, desperate to get inside. Why did your feet hurt so fucking bad? You needed food. And sleep.

Your eyes lock on the button for your neighbor Frank's unit and you smash your finger on it without hesitation. Frank would help. Frank's so nice.

You hear the crackle of the intercom and a raspy "uh hello?" on the other end.

"You're s'nice," you mumble out.

There's a pause before he says your name, his voice more alert than a moment ago.

"Bingo buddy," you confirm, winking at the intercom speaker.

"Don't move sweetheart, I'm coming down," he says urgently. What's this guy so worried about? You chuckle and let out a small burp.

What feels like two seconds later you see him through the glass, bare chested and grey sweatpants, hair mussed with sleep. He's unlocking the door and you instantly feel the warm comfort of his hand wrap around your waist, ushering you inside.

"Fuck sweetheart, you hurt?" he asks once you're inside, his arms holding you out in front of him as his eyes scan you for injury.

"no no no no no," you mumble, trying to correct him.

"Why don't have shoes on, doll? You walk home like, that?!" he continues, his brows knotted in confusion and concern.

"Wha?" you reply. Oh right, the shoes. When had you taken those off?

"Fuckin' Christ honey, girl like you can't be walkin' home drunk and alone in the middle of the night," he scolds, doing a final review to make sure you're not hurt. "You ever can't get home, you call me. No questions."

You nod and reply "Sorry but I can't find m'keys," trying to explain.

"Don't worry 'bout that, come on," he answers, grabbing your shoes and your purse from your hand weaving an arm back around your waist. You feel him guide you towards the stairs, so many fucking stairs, before you shout "Library card!" with urgency.

"Sssh sssh, gotta keep it down for the neighbors honey, let's just get you inside," he soothes you, chalking it up to drunk rambles.

"No no no no Frankie," you reply and he smirks at the name, "left m'libraby card outside."

"S'that right sweetheart?" he asks with the smile still on his lips and you nod, big, slow dramatic nods, and he adds "Ya know, you're cute when you're drunk."

You wink at him (you think) and say, "And you're cute when I'm drunk too," with something amounting to a smirk on your own face. This time he laughs and guides you by the hips to sit on the steps inside while he steps onto the stoop to find the lost library card.

Returning a moment later with your library card held aloft, he starts you back up the stairs with a "A'ight, come on, up we go sweetheart." You roll onto your hands and knees, deciding that a crawl up the steps was the only way you'd make it to the top.

"Nah nah nah, these stairs are filthy, come on," he scolds, reaching down to lift you to your feet by your armpits.

"But m'feet hurt sooooo baadddddd. I caaaannn't" you whine, actual tears threatening to fall if you didn't eat food in the imminent future.

"Alright alright, sssshh, come on sweetheart," he says more gently, one arm looping behind your back while the other scoops behind your knees. You're encased in his warmth, the natural musky aroma of his broad chest enough to lull you sleep right there and then. He begins the climb, each step slow and intentional, and you may as well be rocked to sleep in a bassinet.

"Need you stay awake for me doll," he says while jostling you left and right just slightly.

"Mmmm," you acknowledge in response, eyes barely peeling open.

"Come on, talk to me," he encourages.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you mumble, eyes slow blinking. He nods, the smirk again. You lean in close to his ear, his flopsy hair tickling your cheek, and whisper "I think you're cute when I'm not drunk too" before you lean your head allllll the way back to gaze at the chipped paint on the ceiling while belting Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares 2 U" into the echoey hallway.

He grunts as he attempts to maneauvre your head back up again, finding it more of a struggle than if he weren't currently laughing his ass off, adding, "Hey Sinead, knock it off before Mrs. Ericson starts her yappin' alright?"

You quiet down for a moment and your face grows solemn. Solemn enough that Frank pauses his climb, one foot on the stair above and one on the stair below. You find his deep brown eyes and feel the steady rhythm of his chest against you.

"You... you ok sweetheart?" he asks, quieter now. His eyes searching your face.

"Frank I...." you starting, eyes glassy and voice timid.

"What is is honey? C'tell me anything," he murmurs.

You swallow, your eyes darting to his lips before finding his eyes again, replying "I need food real bad."

A smile slowly cracks across his face and he nods, continuing his climb up the steps. "Alright honey, let's get you some food."

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: With A Little Help From My Friends

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Summary: You and a few other WAGs do a prank on your boys by buying them all matching shirts for a get-together without them knowing.

Warnings: Fluff, unserious/funny, pranks

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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January 20, 2024 - *36 weeks pregnant*

“Joe, I have your outfit laid out on the island in the closet.” - you

Joe’s head snapped away from the TV and over in my direction. I'd just walked into the kitchen from getting ready upstairs. Joe sat on the couch watching The Office reruns, all cuddled up with Tyson and Miles - looking adorable.

“What? I can pick my outfit out.” - Joe

“I know, but I ordered you a new shirt that I'd like you to wear.” - you

“Oh, okay. What is it?” - Joe

“A flannel.” - you

“Mmm, okay.” - Joe

A few moments later, I sat down on the couch with my boys, but Joe left just a minute later to get ready himself.

Robin and Jimmy were coming in a bit to watch the twins while Joe and I went over to Sam’s for a get-together with some of his teammates.

The guys had no idea, though, that the WAG’s group chat had been super active the past week leading up to tonight.

A prank was to ensue, and it was that we'd all secretly ordered the same shirt for our men. We'd all show up one by one, and the guy’s reactions to matching would be hilarious.

Plus, Joe would look hot as hell in a flannel.

Half an Office episode later, Joe came bounding down the stairs. The greyish flannel looked amazing on him, giving off major dad vibes, paired with regular-fitting blue jeans that had been sitting untouched in the closet since I'd ordered them.

I let out a teasing whistle, Joe blushing at the cat-call.

“You like?” - Joe

“Yes. You look amazing, Joey. Do a little spin for me?” - you

Joe happily obliged before searching for approval in my facial expression.

“Love it. I need to start sneaking more of this style into your side of the closet.” - you

“Is that style ‘I have two kids and another on the way’?” - Joe

“Bingo. I told you, you're a DILF.” - you

“You love to remind me of that.” - Joe

“Because it's true.” - you grinned

——

There was a ring of the doorbell, and I went to stand up from the couch, but Joe ushered me to sit back down.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. Thanks for watching the boys.” - Joe

“Oh, of course!” - Robin

Robin and Jimmy had barely made it into the house before they were ambushed by Tyson and Miles.

They happily hugged their grandbabies, and Jimmy picked up Miles in his arms.

“Where's your wife, Joseph Lee?” - Robin

“On the couch, she went to open the door, but I waved her off.” - Joe

Robin gave her son a proud nod, grateful that he was treating his pregnant wife as he should.

The five of them eventually walked back into the living room, and Joe plopped back onto the couch next to me, putting his arm around me on the back of the couch.

“You look great, y/n!” - Robin

“Aww, thank you. I'm feeling great as well. Baby girl is treating my bladder a lot better than the twins did.” - you laughed

“That's good! I love your dress, makes your bump pop.” - Robin grinned

“Joe actually picked it out.” - you

I put a hand on Joe’s chest and smiled up at him, a glint in his eye when he returned the soft grin.

“Wow, I would’ve never expected that.” - Robin

Laughing, I understood where she was coming from. My dress was a solid black, nothing like anything in Joe’s side of the closet.

“I picked his outfit out, though.” - you smiled

“That was my next question! That style looks good on you, Joey. You look very adult.” - Robin

“Thank you? I think.” - Joe

“It was meant to be a compliment. I think so, at least…” - Jimmy

A few seconds of laughter went by before Joe patted my thigh and spoke up.

“Ready to go, babe?” - Joe

“Sure!” - you

Joe stood up before turning around to me and putting a hand out to help me up.

Once I was on my feet, Joe let go of one of my hands but still held the other.

“We’ll be back later!” - Joe

He led me over to the garage door of the house and grabbed his keys to the Porsche off of the hook.

Sweetly, Joe walked me over to the passenger side of the car and opened my door for me, along with helping me sit down before shutting the door back.

“Whatcha wanna listen to?” - Joe

Joe always joked about my passenger princess ways, but here he was, offering me to pick the music before I even asked.

In the end, I pulled up my Spotify playlist “’60s-’70s Love Songs” and shuffled it.

Looking over at Joe as he backed out of the driveway, I giggled as he playfully rolled his eyes with a smile on his face at my music selection.

For dramatic effect, I grabbed onto Joe’s shoulder and sang Be My Baby by The Ronettes into my hand like I was holding a microphone.

“You're crazy.” - Joe laughed

“But you love me.” - you

“That I do, my baby.” - Joe

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I had my arm looped with Joe’s as we stood on Sam’s front porch. Joe had just rung the doorbell and now we're waiting for an answer.

Squeezing his bicep lightly, Joe’s eyes darted to me.

“You okay, Mama?” - Joe

“Mhm. Just love you in this shirt.” - you grinned

Just a few seconds later, the front door swung open, revealing Sam.

“Hey, Burrow’s! Woah- what the hell? Joe, are we matching?” - Sam

I giggled to myself as Joe and Sam looked down at their flannels and then at each other.

“That's weird man, but I def wore it better.” - Joe

Sam rolled his eyes before stepping to the side to let Joe and me inside the house.

I immediately greeted Jess, who complimented my pregnancy glow, and while we were deep into conversation, the doorbell rang again.

When Sam opened the door, Jess and I exchanged knowing looks at each other.

On the front porch, Cody Ford and Evan McPherson were laughing about the fact they had matching shirts on while Tianna and Gracie stood to the side laughing.

“What the hell!” - Sam

“You guys have it too?!” - Evan

Joe was full-on cackling, and I couldn't help but mirror my husband.

The girls walked over and sat next to me and Jess, our boys all pointing at each other’s shirts while laughing.

Thirty minutes later, over ten more guys had shown up, all in the same flannel, and Joe and his guys found it hilarious each time.

The girls and I all sat in a corner of the living room, recording and laughing at the reactions coming out of the guys.

They really were adult toddlers, but that's what makes being married to one fun.

After dinner, Joe found me by myself in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me from behind. At first, I couldn't tell who it was because all the guys here had the same long-sleeved shirt on, and all I could see were the person's arms.

The thought didn't last too long when I saw the wedding ring on the person’s finger that was too unique to be anyone other than Joe.

“Hi, Mama.” - Joe

“Hi, Joey.” - you

“Can I ask you a question?” - Joe

“Of course.” - you

With Joe’s hands on my bump, I covered them with my own and let my head fall back onto his chest/shoulder.

“Who wore the shirt best?” - Joe

“I'm kinda biased, but you, for sure.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe

“Mhm, I'm gonna start sneaking more flannels into your closet.” - you

“I'll wear ‘em if they get a good reaction out of you.” - Joe

“Oh, you know they will.” - you giggled

I turned around in Joe’s arms and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, my hands on his chest.

Slowly, Joe leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine.

A minute later, we were still kissing. The craving for each other was never satisfied, but we were interrupted by a loud, fake, gagging sound.

“For the love of god, she's already pregnant! You guys are disgusting!” - Ja’Marr

I leaned my head onto Joe’s chest with a giggle as he glared at one of his best friends.

“Ja’Marr, get the fuck away!” - Joe

Ja’Marr threw his arms up in surrender before walking out of the kitchen. Joe turned back to me with a sly grin on his face.

“Sorry, Mrs. Burrow. Where were we?” - Joe

I’d never get tired of him calling me that.

“Mmm, I think we might've been kissing.” - you

“Let's test that theory.” - Joe

Just as Joe was leaning in, our lips brushed together, but something made him pull back.

“Y'all nasty!” - Ja’Marry whisper yelled

“Ja’Marr!!” - Joe yelled

Sure, they got annoying sometimes, but deep down, Joe knew he wouldn't get by without a little help from his friends. Even if said help was unwanted.

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[asterias-record-shop]

Hello! I don’t know if this space has already been requested, but could I please request #18 with the Cowboy Space with Ethan Landry from Scream VI? For the overview is that Chad basically convinces Ethan to dress up like a shirtless cowboy like him to show off his muscles to impress the girl Ethan has been crushing/in love with.

The girl can be either friends with the Woodsboro group or just a random girl from one of Ethan’s classes. But the girl has also been crushing on Ethan.

Thank you so much for doing the bingo! I love your writing!

—𓆩[save a horse, ride a cowboy]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Crush! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - NON GHOSTFACE AU Ethan had been crushing on you since the first day of college. Now, three years in and finally getting the courage thanks to his best friend Chad, he dresses up for the Halloween party as something much more… suggestive. He truly didn’t expect you to show up in an exposed Halloween outfit dressed up as a classic horror character, ready to tease him all night long.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - again, NON GHOSTFACE AU!!! || porn with a plot || but the ghostface character still exists yk || aged up some more, again like 3 years into college || partying || body shots || drinking alcohol (legally, mostly) || mentions of drugs || intoxicated sex but fully consensual || slight gxg relations with reader ig? (tara) || party is set in like a bigger area if that makes sense? || tara and chad are already together || altered timeline slightly? || Ethan and Chad are actually best friends because again, not in like the movie’s universe? || the entire group are actually really good friends (Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy, Anika – i didn't include Quinn) || everyone’s more lighthearted cuz no trauma || you have a high alcohol tolerance now || kind of public sex || moved to sex in another person’s bathroom || blowjob || self fingering || then moving to a random room || unprotected sex || riding || cumming inside || slight tit worship || mentions of smoking ||

Ethan didn’t think he could go through with this. He stared at himself in the mirror, and though he didn’t dislike what he was seeing, he just didn’t know if he was comfortable.

“Heyo, E, what’s taking so long? We gotta see you!” Chad knocked on the door as Ethan fixed the ascot looking thing around his neck and the cowboy hat he accidentally spent way too much money on. "Ethan, come out here and show us!”

Ethan groaned as he walked out, Chad whistling as he sat next to Tara with his arm around her shoulders. “Look at you! Looking great, Ethan! You’re a lot more muscular than I thought.”

He ignored Chad’s words as Anika giggled slightly, making him look at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You look like you’re about to go into a porno,” she laughed, making Mindy giggle. “A really, really weird porno, but a good one!”

Her words make Ethan groan, pointing at Chad. “He’s wearing the same thing! For fucks sake, I feel like I look so fucking stupid-”

Chad quickly shakes his head. “Come on man, you look great!”

Tara giggled slightly, everyone looking at her. “What’s so funny?” Ethan said again, crossing his arms which made his biceps bulge. 

“Texting Y/N,” she said, smiling. “She’s going as Ghostface. A slutty Ghostface, and I told her you’re going as a shirtless cowboy, so you kind of have to wear that now.”

Ethan groaned, face palming. “Promise I don’t look stupid?”

“You look amazing, dude!” Chad.

“You look fucking stupid.” Sam.

“Just don’t star in a porno!” Anika.

“Can we go already? We’re going to be late.” Mindy.

“Yeah, Y/N’s already there, she’s doing body shots. I wanna do body shots with her, it sounds fun!” Tara.

Only Tara’s words stuck with him, because just like her, he really wanted to do body shots with you. Normally, you were part of this mini gang that they had, but you had gone with your two best friends that you had known since high school, especially because it was a frat party.

It wasn’t long until everyone left, leaving the dorms with Ethan and Chad shirtless as they walked to the frat party. “She’s not gonna think I’m weird, right?”

“Nah, man! She’s gonna think you’re hot, coke on! Besides, slutty Ghostface? It pairs up great,” Chad said, shrugging as he held Tara close. “You’re gonna take body shots with Y/N, right?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“Oh definitely!”

Ethan and Tara both spoke at the same time, Tara clapping her hands. “Hell yeah! Ethan’s getting bold, whoop whoop! I go first though.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m still deciding if I’m even gonna go.”

“You better go!” Tara said, nodding. “I have a bet y’all are going to fuck tonight! Don’t make me lose!”

When they got there, they immediately knew where you were since they could see you standing in front of the ping pong table playing beer pong. He smiled as you bit your lips, bouncing the small plastic ball and landing it perfectly on one of the cups, everyone yelling out as you jumped up with a cheer. “Whoo!”

“Y/N!” Tara yelled as she ran over, Chad slapping Ethan’s back.

“Go get her, man!”

Oh, but then he saw you.

You looked fucking perfect in the fishnet body suit that covered your entire body, a mere leather tube top and a leather mini skirt covering your more intimate parts. He could barely talk as you spoke with Tara, laughing and giggling before you grabbed a die.

“Here, I’ll finish this game, and then we can start body shots again!” You smiled, giggling as you jumped up and down slightly. “Oh, Chad, Ethan! Hey guys!”

He smiled slightly, waving as he walked over. “Hey… Hey, you look so nice.”

You giggle, looking down at your outfit. “I tried! Do you think it pulled together well?”

“Uhm… so, so well,” Ethan smiled as you giggled. “You look amazing.”

“Oh, thank you!” You giggled, shaking your head. “So… wanna do some body shots?”

Ethan blushed as Tara nodded vigorously behind you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Let’s do some shots?”

It wasn’t until it was actually about to happen did Ethan regret wanting to do shots.

There was dice, terrifying dice that you both had to roll to see where you had to take the shot off the other person’s body. Tara had gotten your tits and you had gotten her stomach, so here you were, bending over the ping pong table as Tara lifted her hips and you tilt your head back and you grabbed the shot with your teeth and tilt your head back, easily swallowing the liquor with your hands pushing up.

Everyone cheered as you grabbed the shot glass, pointing at Ethan. “You’re turn, cowboy!”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You laughed as you walked forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the ping pong table and putting both dice in his hand and giggling. “Roll for me?” He swallowed, nodding slightly as you hold his wrist, everyone letting out loud wolf whistles as you tilted your head up at him. “Want me to blow on them for you?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“He wants you to blow on a lot more than that, Y/N!” Anika yelled out, laughing as you giggled.

“Roll ‘em.”

Ethan rolled the dice, unable to see what they landed on before Tara cheered. “Crotch and same as partner!”

You giggled, taking the shots that Tara had given to you. “You’re going to take your first shot of the night.”

He basically gulped as you gave him both shots, laying back against the ping pong table and fixing your skirt. You take the shot, carefully setting the shot on your skirt and lifting your hips with your legs spread. “What are you waiting for?”

Everyone started shouting out ‘Shots!’ as Ethan tried to avoid getting between your legs until you roll your eyes, pulling him between your legs to where the shot was. “Y-You’re sure this is okay?”

“Of course,” you twirl one of his curls around your finger, smiling. “Get to it.”

He’s careful as he looked down, slowly wrapping his lips around the shots before you thrust your hips up and he tilted his head back, swallowing it easily. You giggle as he threw his head back, giggling. “Ethan took the shot!”

Everyone cheered as you sat up, Ethan’s face right in front of yours before you grabbed his ascot like thing. “My turn.”

Ethan quickly switched with you, watching as you got between his legs and patted his thighs. “Can I unzip your pants?”

Everyone whistled again as Ethan nods nervously, watching you unzip his jeans and slide the shot over the bulge of his cock that was slowly getting bigger, even though he hoped you didn't see it. He watched as you hummed, watching as Tara stepped forward and gave Ethan the lime wedge. “Put it in your mouth.”

“Wh-What-?” He basically choked as she stuffed it in his mouth, the rind facing the back of his throat before she poured out some salt on his hip bone.

You giggle as you lean forward and down, your ass up as you licked his hip, taking all of the salt before moving to the shot on his dick, his hips bucking automatically into your mouth making you gag slightly before throwing your head back and swallowing the shot. It wasn’t until you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, taking the lime from his mouth and biting into the flesh before taking it out of your mouth and kissing him firmly.

He can taste the pods of the sour lime and bitter tequila, grains of salt still on your tongue brushing against his as you sit in his lap. His hands go to your waist almost immediately, smiling against your lips as you giggle and laugh against his own.

Someone groaned as your hands “God dammit, get off the table!”

Ethan tried to pull back, eyes open as he was about to pull away and help you get off the table before you pulled him closer, not letting him pull back as you flipped your middle finger up in the direction of the voice. He could hear Chad yell something out as you hummed against his lips, your nose bumping against his as you tilted your head making Ethan laugh slightly, smiling as you pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“We should go back to my apartment.”

Ethan rushes to nod as you quickly stand up, dragging him off the table and down the hall.

“Fuck yeah! Ethan’s gonna get laid!” Chad.

Ethan blushed madly as you laughed, walking backwards to pull him into the entrance hall and press your back against the wall before flipping you both for Ethan to be pressed against the wall instead. “Are you a virgin?”

He swallowed, his mouth dry as he shook his head, then nodded. A quickie with some random girl where he didn’t cum didn’t count, right?

You laughed, shaking your head as you started to rub against his chiseled abdomen. “Well? What is it, yes or no? If you are, I can make this special and we can go back to my apartment quickly. If not, then you’ve had a quickie, right?”

Ethan nodded his head quickly, swallowing as you rubbed against his crotch area. “Y-Yeah, I have.”

“Do you mind if I suck your dick here?” You asked it as though you were asking to take a lollipop from a doctor’s office, your eyes shining with lust as your nails trail over the v that led down. “A quick blowjob, then we can fuck at my apartment.”

Ethan gasped as someone walked past, but of course, you didn't seem to care as you kissed against the bulge. “D-Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private?”

You paused, looking up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-You… Why don’t we go somewhere where no one can see how good you feel?” He tilted his head down at you, a giggle falling from your lips as you stood.

“Okay,” you dragged him farther down the hall into an actually clean bathroom that he didn’t expect to be as clean as it was before you kneeled down on the rug. “So, can I suck your dick now?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Y-You’re sure you want to do this?”

“That I want to suck your dick?” You rubbed your nose against the zipper, tilting your head slightly. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah, you can… you can suck m-my dick-” Ethan let out a loud groan as you finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his perfect cock, his length practically dripping with precum and the veins on the underside already bulging. “Fuck, darling, you’re that greedy?”

You hummed as you nodded, wrapping your lips around his tip carefully before your other hand started to push down your exposed stomach and under your skirt. He watched your hand slowly swipe up and down your cunt, rolling your clit between your fingers and pumping his cock at the same time.

He stared at you, groaning as you pumped and gagged on his cock, pulling away to spit on his tip and pump the saliva up to his base. You hummed, staring up at him as you continued to pump his shaft, pulling his cock down your throat and gagging on it. He threw his head back, groaning as he tried to hold back the thrusts of his hips, but for fucks sake your mouth felt so good around his cock and your hand pumping the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your fist as you groaned.

“F-Fuck, cowgirl,” he groaned loudly, head tilted back as you pulled away to giggle, humming as you move your head to the side and lick up the side of his pretty cock. “You suck my cock so perfectly, cowgirl,” he grinned as you pulled away, groaning loudly. He finally noticed your hand as you fingered yourself, hips rutting forward into your hand. “Doing so good.”

You giggled, groaning as you rode your hand and continued to spit on his cock, getting his shaft all wet as you wiped the spit from your chin with the back of your forearm. You hummed as you tilted your head up at him. “Want you to use my mouth,” you whisper, pulling his cock down your throat for a few seconds before gasping as you pull away. “Use my mouth like I’m a little whore, and make cum and spit run down my chin like those pornos, that way I have both of my hands to get off. Fingering myself as you use my throat.”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as you both slowly turned around, Ethan watching as you leaned back against the cabinets and wiped your mouth with your other hand before pushing them both between your legs.

“You won’t hurt me,” you whisper, shaking your head as you groan loudly, your hands quickening against your cunt. “Fuck my mouth. Please, need you to use my mouth.”

Ethan groaned as you lifted your mouth up to lick carefully against his balls, Ethan taking his cock and softly pumping his length. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum an agreement, sighing as you bumped your nose against his tip. “Want to feel it.”

Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning as you leaned forward, his eyes quickly flickering down to your hands in a place that he couldn’t see, rubbing vigorously as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Your eyes rolled back as you relax your jaw, doing the same to your throat as Ethan reached down and held the sides of your head.

Just like you said, he couldn’t stop himself, using your mouth and thrusting down your throat with a groan. “Come on, cowgirl, you’re doing so good… so so good, cowgirl, your throat is fucking perfect.”

You groaned, nodding around his cock as you continued to rut into your hands, your throat perfect and warm around his shaft as he shallowly thrusted down your throat. He let out a loud groan before someone opened the door, his hand quickly going to close it. “Got dammit, busy!”

You giggled as you wiped your throat, leaving the globs of cum and spit on your chin. “Love my throat that much, don’t you?”

“I love you that much,” he whispers, staring at his bright red cock and your hands quickening once again. “I love you so much.”

Your stomach was tight and twisting, the feeling of a hard orgasm settling in your stomach as you moved one of your hands to rub your clit between your thumb and middle finger. You groaned around his cock, bobbing your head even harder around his cock, his hips rutting faster and rougher. You gagged around his cock, the fingers inside of you thrusting faster as you felt drool and cum run down your chin. To be honest, you didn’t register him cumming the first time, and to be honest, neither did he besides the tightness of his stomach.

It was probably when the person almost walked in, because for fucks sake did that turn him on.

Oh, but his stomach was twisting just like yours, tightening as he groaned, the sight of your eyes crossing as they rolled back and mixed globs of cum and saliva ran down your chin.

You groaned loudly as he thrusted his hips forward, groaning loudly as he cradled the back of your head so it wouldn’t hit the counter as his hips started to stutter. If you could have smiled, you would have, even as he softly stroked your hair and you could taste the hot ropes of his salty cum.

You hummed in pleasure as your stomach finally clenched and you came, your hands pushing around his slightly soft cock, pumping him with your cum covered hands as you kissed his tip before swallowing. It makes him gasp as you stand, wiping your mouth and licking your fingers as he stares at the white dripping down your fishnets. “You wish this was your cum, don’t you cowboy?”

“I do,” he whispers, softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “I do… I wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs right now.”

“It can be,” you whisper back, pulling him down for a firm kiss. “There’s a room down the hall no one knows about. We could go there, that way we don’t waste time going to my apartment.”

He smiled slightly, bumping his nose to yours. “How do you know about it then?”

You giggled, shaking your head. “I know because I was able to finish a blunt there without no one interrupting me.”

He shook his head with a laugh as you slowly pushed him back. “Well, lead the way.”

You turned around as you pulled him down the hall, urgently pulling him down for more kisses, desperately wanting his lips on your own. Your lips were still slightly salty as his tongue dragged along your lips, his hands holding your cheeks delicately before you reached up and took his black hat, putting it on your head with a giggle. “Save a horse,”

“Ride a cowboy.”

You both laughed as you kept the hat on, his hands pushing down between your thighs and undoing the zipper down the center all while your hand searched for the doorknob. He laughed as he held your skirt in hand and you finally open the door, his hands doing the same to your top with the zipper in the back and putting it in the same hand together as you quickly got the door open and he pushed you back.

Ethan smiled as he kicked the door closed, kicking off his boots and his jeans before laying back on the bed and watching you slowly crawl above him. “I want to ride you,” you whisper, already pumping his cock as he reaches down and finishes ripping a slit on the fishnet stockings. “Please?”

He groaned as you forced his cock up, the already hard length needing little to no help to stay up straight as you forced yourself up by your knees. “Why are you always asking, cowgirl? For fucks sake, just do what you want to me, I’ll never complain if it’s you.”

You giggle as you finally push his tip into you, throwing your head back with a loud groan. You truly didn’t expect his cock, especially his pretty tip, to be this fucking big. Slowly, you sink down onto his length, watching his face pinch up as he groans loudly and holds your hips tightly.

Ethan let out a loud groan as you started to roll your hips, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you leaned onto his chest for support, leaning down before he shook his head. “W-Wait,” he panted, shaking his head. “Wanna see your tits.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, pausing the movements of your hips before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss as you held his face. “You are so a virgin.”

He laughed as his hands moved up your sides, groaning as his hands go from your sides to your poorly covered tits, thumbs swiping over your hard nipples that were poking through one of the holes of the fishnets, his thumb easily pushing inside of the holes before ripping the fabric. You gasped, the sight turning you on more than it should’ve before his hands grope and cup your tits.

The added stimulation made your stomach clench as you desperately alternated between bouncing on his cock to rolling your hips, desperate to hit that perfect spot inside of you. You were whining and letting out broken moans above him, every sporadic, unhinged and unexpected thrusts of his hips making you scream out and fly forward, a groan falling from his lips.

“Come on cowgirl,” he whispers, a grin on his face as his hand swipes over your nipple again. “You’re doing so good, cum on my cock.”

You nodded, mind blurred as you tilted your head back, pushing your hips forward before lifting yourself slightly to feel his cock slide in and out of you.

Ethan groaned loudly as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back and your thrusts got rougher, a scream of his name falling from your lips before your cunt clenched around his cock and you were about to fall forward before he caught you.

He let out a loud moan as he carefully laid you against his chest, rolling his hips into yours to cum and ride out his high inside of you, stroking your back as you pant above him. “You did so good, cowgirl.”

You hummed, nodding into his neck as you softly rubbed up and down his chest, the hat on your head bumping into his nose as he tried to kiss your head. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you cowboy? You gotta see your cowgirl ride you backwards.”

Ethan groaned as you sat back up, fixing the hat on your head as he choked. “Now, what kind of cowboy would I be if I didn’t?”

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Miscommunication 

BrothersBestFriend!Bucky x Reader

Cold. That was the perfect word to describe Bucky. Distant came in second place, followed by calloused, mysterious, brooding and lastly, your brother’s best friend. Although you were only two years younger than your brother, Bucky always saw you as the pestering little sister. Even now when you were out of college and living in the same city as your brother and his group of friends. 

You had fixed your hair and worn a tight dress your brother would certainly not approve of but if it were up to him, you would wear a full body sack of potatoes to the club. You walked down the hallway of the apartment you shared with your brother but stopped before you got to the living room, you heard voices. You placed your back flush against the wall.

“Can you quit being an asshole? Try, for one day.” You heard Sam whisper.

“Why does she have to follow us everywhere we go?” Bucky groaned. “If I wanted that, I would have bought a dog.”

Steve shushed the brunet. “She’s one of our best friend’s sister, you can’t say that!”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” Bucky’s words hurt, a feeling of embarrassment burned your being. You felt the edges of your eyes prickle.

“We think she’s nice.” Sam said. “She’s funny and tells us childhood secrets about our friend, like that time she told us he got caught sneaking out of a girls window and broke his arm during the fall! What more can you ask for?”

“Well I think she’s immature.” Bucky drove the knife deeper.

You brought your hand up to your mouth to muffle your gasp, the tears falling from your face. Your brothers door opened so you quickly wiped your face and gulped down your feelings. 

“Not to sound like mom but, we know you’re a girl, you don’t have to show everyone at the club.” He laughed, pointing at the short hem of the dress. “You ready to go?”

You offered your brother a smile. “I think I’m going to sit this one out, I just got my period.”

He made a disgusted face before peeking into the living room. “Hey guys, it’s just us this time.”

“Fuck.” Bucky whispered as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, knowing you’d heard every wretched word you’d said. 

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The next weeks were filled with apologies to your brother, flaking on plans and making up late nights working. 

“Have you thought about talking to HR?” Your brother’s voice said through the speaker on your phone. “I don’t think it’s normal for your boss to make you work late again. It’s the third time this week!”

You hiked your tote bag up your shoulder. Trying to balance your takeout on one hand and your phone pressed to your ear was proving to be a difficult task. You sighed of relief as you turned the corner to your street. 

“Yeah, I should but I don’t want to get on my boss’ bad side.” You expertly lied. Of course you felt guilty lying to your brother but what else could you do? They were his friends after all and Bucky made it clear you weren’t welcome. Plus, you’d been tagging along for far too long. 

“Call me if you get off early, yeah?” He said. “We’re going to go bar hopping and you deserve a drink!”

You kept your eyes on the steps of your apartment complex as you climbed them. “Yep, I’ll let you know when I leave the office.”

“You tell them they can shove their extra hours up their ass-“ You heard Sam yell over your brother.

You chuckled as you searched through your bag for your keys, two more steps and you’ll be home- your feet bumped into another, a combat boot wearing pair of feet you recognized instantly. 

“Oh shit.” You muttered, your eyes traveling from the black boots to the tight black jeans up towards a red Henley. Ocean blue eyes looked straight into your soul. Busted. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” Your brother asked.

“Everything’s fine, I’m fine just- it’s an Excel emergency. Got to go, call you later.” You hung up quickly.

“Late night at work?” Bucky raised his eyes at you. “Excel emergency?”

“Don’t even.” You sighed as you pushed past the beefy man, unlocking your apartment. 

“May I come in?” Bucky asked, hands resting on the doorframe.

You rolled your eyes, setting all of your things down. “You’ve been here a million times, you don’t need to ask to come in.”

“I’ve been here with your brother.” He emphasized the word. “Never as your guest.”

“I wouldn’t call someone who was waiting at my door a guest.” You mumbled, eyeing the man who still hadn’t entered your apartment. “What are you? A vampire? You need to be invited in?”

“Only one way to find out.” His smile was wicked as he dragged his boot across the bottom of the door. 

You considered letting him burst into flames, maybe he was a vampire. That would be one reasonable explanation as to why he’s a dick. 

“You can come in.” You said, taking your food and setting it in front of the TV. “Only if you promise to be quiet while I watch Vanderpump Rules.”

“I never thought of you as the lying type.” Bucky closed the door behind him and watched as you started eating dinner. “You were supposed to be a good girl.”

“You’re already breaking the first and only rule I gave you.” You shushed him. 

“You have no idea how badly I want to break the rules.” Bucky muttered to himself. 

You paused your show. “You’re not going to be quiet so, why are you here?”

“Why did you lie to your brother?”

You stood up from the couch. “I asked you first.”

“I’m here because-“ Bucky ran a hand through his hair, following you into the kitchen like a lost puppy. “Because you stopped going out with us.”

A true laugh ripped through your chest. Is he serious?

His expression urged you to answer, like he didn’t know the reason for your absence.

“Do you ever make up your mind?” You snorted. “First you say I’m immature and you don’t want me near you and now, now you ask me why I’m not there.”

Bucky felt heat rise up from the back of his neck to his cheeks. There was some part of him that hoped you hadn’t heard- maybe your boss did suddenly become a raging SOB. 

“I didn’t mean it like that-“ Bucky started. 

“Please, do enlighten me as to what you meant when you said, and I quote: ‘Why does she have to follow us’ and then ‘I think she’s immature’.” You let out a dry chuckle.

Bucky’s Adams apple bobbed, trying to figure out what words he should say. But his blank expression gave you everything you needed to know.

You walked to the front door of your apartment, opening it. “Look, I don’t know who forced you to come here and apologize but it’s okay. No hard feelings, Buck. Just don’t tell my brother I didn’t have to work late and we’ll call it even.”

Bucky leant his head back and groaned. “You don’t understand.”

“And I’m done trying to understand.” You added. 

“I understand that you say no hard feelings but that’s the problem-“ Bucky walked towards you. “I want to have no feelings.”

“Bucky it’s fine. I get it, you don’t like me and don’t want to be my friend. I’m over it.” You rolled your eyes again. 

Bucky’s chest heaved, his emotions taking over his brain. He took your body and slammed it against the door, shutting it closed. Bucky’s large hands cupped your face, his once clear eyes now turned dark. 

“You don’t understand.” He whispered dragging his knuckles lightly against your cheek. “I don’t want you there because I can’t control myself whenever you’re near.”

Your throat became dry. “What? I thought you didn’t like me.”

Bucky chuckled lightly, now his finger ghosted over your lips. “Quite the opposite. I like you, I want you, I needyou. But I cannot have you.”

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For you

CHAPTER 3 | ASHES TO EMBERS

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Mention of night terrors, Bucky being upset, fluff, flashbacks containing the death of a child, plenty of unholy thoughts, half naked bucky, dirty talk???, sexual tension, please let me know if i’ve missed something!!!

SUMMARY: You find Bucky at his most vulnerable when he’s sent home from work at 2 in the morning. While doing everything you can to comfort him, you realise you’re falling for him.

WORD COUNT: 4926

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“James, you home?” You call into the firefighter’s apartment, peeking your head around his front door.

It’s your day off and you want ice cream, and for some reason instead of running to the store, you chose to break into your neighbour’s home to ransack his freezer.

“James?” You shout again, double checking he’s at work as you close the door behind you and make your way to the kitchen.

Alpine greets you with a meow from above the fridge, seemingly unbothered by the sudden intruder. You crouch down to pull open the bottom door, met with a cool rush of air that leaves your arm hairs standing tall.

“Come on, I know you have some…” You mumble to yourself while you rustle through the shelves.

“Bingo!” Your fingers brush ice off the top of the tub before pulling it out of the freezer. You reach beside you to close the door and push yourself to your feet, turning to leave when you finally notice your half naked neighbour.

You jump a mile, throwing the ice cream tub in the midst of your fright. “Fuck me, James!!” You all but scream, right hand now clutched to your chest.

Bucky laughs from his stomach, an raising an amused brow at the sight before him.

“I’ve been trying to for months, doll.” He smirks. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

It’s fair to say your brain is lagging a bit, too focused on the drops of water running down his very bare chest to pay notice to his confession.

Clad in just a white towel, wrapped dangerously low on his hips, your neighbour bends down to pick up the strewn tub of ice cream. You catch the way his free hand clutches the knot of the towel in an attempt to keep it from falling, though you find yourself indifferent to the idea.

Indifferent, my ass. You’re practically begging the gods for a gust of wind. Wait did he just say he’s been trying to fu-

“You stealing my ice cream, sweets?” His teasing voice breaks you out of your rather un-holy thoughts.

“James- I- I thought you were working?”

“Ah-Ah-Ah,” Bucky tuts, stepping closer to you, “you didn’t answer my question, doll. I said are stealing from me?”

Your throat runs dry and you shake your head quickly, “No- I- I was just-“

“Just what, peach? Hm?”

He’s so fucking close to you that your brain has completely checked out; your eyes fall to his broad chest, still dripping from the shower.

“Cat got ya tongue, doll?” Bucky teases you, raising a hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear, skin ablaze in the path of his touch.

You drag your gaze to meet his, breath hitching at his lust-blown pupils.

“I thought you were at work.” You whisper, clutching onto that as your excuse for being caught.

A hand wraps around your waist and tugs you closer, forcing you to brace yourself against Bucky’s taut torso. With one hand on his chest and the other at the top of his abs, your heart races in your ears as the firefighter leans in closer.

“And I thought you were a good girl.” His voice is low, sultry even, against your ear, “I guess we were both wrong.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, drawing a groan from Bucky’s throat, the vibrations palpable beneath your finger tips.

“I am good, Bucky.” You hate how submissive you sound, but Bucky adores it. All it took was a tub of ice cream and a white towel to have you like putty in his hands.

You gasp when he bites down on your earlobe, feeling his warm tongue reach out to soothe the sting. The sensation runs straight to your pussy, your panties catching your arousal as you look up at your neighbour.

“Good girls don’t call me ‘Bucky’.” His nose trails along your cheek until his mouth is hovering over yours. “Wanna try that again, doll?”

You hold his fiery gaze as you reply, desperate to appease him. “I’m sorry, James. I can be good.”

Eyes falling to his mouth when he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, you whimper at the sight.

“Fuck, doll.” His lips nearly brush over yours as he speaks. “Lucky for you, I like it when my girl’s got a bad side…”

You’re still watching his pink lips when he takes your hand in his. He revels in the way his hand swallows yours before leading it down to the towel’s knot on his hip.

“Go on, sweets.” Bucky ushers your hand between his skin and the towel, slowly pushing the material until you feel it fall away. With one hand, he tilts your chin up so you look him in the eye, gently leading the other closer to his already hard length.

“Show me how bad you can be.”

You wake up with a startle, body bolting upright in the swarm of your sheets. It takes a few seconds for your heart to stop racing and your ears to stop ringing; you look around you, no longer in Bucky’s kitchen and no longer just moments away from kissing him.

Not just from kissing him though, were you?

As you come to your senses, you notice frustrated grunts coming from the hallway, surely the cause of your sudden wake up. With a frown, you slip out of bed and step into your slippers.

You walk to your living room, flicking on a light as you go, ears honing in on the sounds from the other side of the door.

“For fuck’s sake!” You hear, recognising the voice as your neighbours, the same one you were just dreaming about.

“Stupid piece of shit-“ He grumbles, accompanied by clanging metal.

Quickly unlocking your door, you glance down the hall to see Bucky knelt before his own, desperately trying to push his key into the lock.

“Bucky?”

Your voice passes straight through him, as though you said nothing at all. The metal of his keys clang against the lock, doing everything it can not to go in the key hole. You close your door behind you and slip your own keys into the pocket of your checked pyjama pants.

“Bucky?” You repeat, louder this time. How foolish of you to think your words would settle upon his ears this time around; one may think he’s deaf with the way your calls roll off him like water off a duck’s back.

Tentatively, your feet carry you forward, barely heard over the grunts falling from your neighbours lips.

“James?”

He stills. The new silence hits you like a brick but you’re not sure that you prefer it. No more than a couple of feet of distance and shit ton of apprehension sits between you both.

Bucky wills himself to stay still, though his hands refuse to comply. They tremble in front of him, his grip on the keys turning his knuckles white. Your gaze burns into him yet he can’t find the strength to look at you. To admit that he needs you.

Without a sound, you close the gap and lower yourself to your knees. You don’t touch him yet, you think he needs the space.

He wants you to touch him, he hates the space. If only his vocal cords would listen to his brain and ask.

Your features are blurred in his peripheral, slowly coming into focus when you stretch a hand out in front of him. The pads of your fingers barely brush over his knuckles, they trace the veins leading down to his wrist, leaving a trail of fire behind them. Not a dangerous fire, Bucky thinks; the kind that sits crackling in a fireplace in winter while you read a book, huddled into the couch.

He’s a slave to your touch, his grasp relaxing as you run your fingers over his, urging him to open his palm. His fist peels open like a lily blooming, the silver key a stark contrast to the white tension of his hand.

“That’s it, love.” You whisper, unknowingly causing Bucky to bite back a sob.

Love. The tenderness of your tone is unlike anything he’s heard before and he relishes in it, letting it wrap around him like a blanket.

Plucking the keys from his hand, you gently reach up to push them into the key hole. Bucky’s eyes fall shut in a futile attempt to hold back his tears, tears that you’re ready to swipe away if he needs. You realise in this moment that you’d do anything to ease his pain, a revelation that both terrifies you and makes more sense than anything else in your life.

The click of the door unlocking sounds and you pull the key out.

“Let’s get you out of this hallway, James.” You use his real name, now that you know it’s the most effective, and push yourself to your feet.

It’s of little practical use for you to offer Bucky a hand, yet you do it anyway. He takes it with haste, giving in to his primal need for physical touch.

His knees crack as he stands, a combination of years climbing fire escapes and the last ten minutes he’s spent on the ground fighting a key hole. Letting you push the door open, he keeps hold of your free hand and follows you into his own apartment like a lost puppy.

You string together small praises and lead him to his couch, pressing his shoulders slightly to get him to sit down. Once he eases down on the edge of the seat, your turn to close the door but find yourself being pulled back to Bucky.

“Don’t go,” He pleads, his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist; it’s not painful, but you feel the desperation bleeding into your skin. His eyes are strikingly blue and glistening with unshed tears, begging you to stay. Luckily for him, you would never leave his side when he needs you.

“I’m not going anywhere, Buck. Just gonna close the door and i’ll be right back.”

It dawns on him that he’s acting like a toddler, incapable of being left alone for even a second. He’s almost glad you’ve left to lock the door so you don’t see how his cheeks have burned crimson with shame. There’s so many thoughts swirling around his head that a dull ache is growing at the base of his neck.

Alpine saunters into the living area with sleepy eyes; she meets your gaze as you head back to Bucky, her eyes flitting between your worried stance and the stillness of her owner. She may only be a cat, but she knows when something is wrong. You offer her a sad smile. How do I help him, Alps? What does he need from me?

Releasing a slow breath, you return to your neighbour, crouching down in front of his place on the couch.

“Can I touch you?” You ask gently.

Words fail Bucky for the umpteenth time so he’s forced to nod instead. The warmth of your hands on his thighs is welcomed with a small sigh. His resolve to hold back is weakening with every rise and fall of your chest, his focus on your breathing being the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

You circle your fingers over his navy pants keeping your hands close to his knees. The last thing he needs is to think you’re making a pass at him.

“What happened, James?” Your brows pull together. “Your shift doesn’t finish till six.”

The lump in his throat swells, images of tonight’s events flashing before him like a broken film reel.

You watch his chin tremble as his memories torment him, waiting patiently for his response. You know it takes time for him to talk, but the silence is killing you. Lifting a hand from his left thigh, you reach up and brush the loose strands of chestnut hair away from his eyes.

You finally break the silence, “Bucky, darling, what happened?”

Something inside Bucky’s chest snaps and a sob tears through his whole body. He collapses into your hold, face finding safety in your neck. The wails wrack through him while his tears soak your night shirt and you quickly cradle his head.

“Oh, love, it’s okay.” You clench your eyes shut, trying to hold back your own tears. “I’ve got you.”

Though muffled by your shirt, his cries reverberate around the room. You find yourself pushing up to your feet, separating from the firefighter briefly so you can climb onto his lap. With a leg either side of his, kneeling against the cushion, you pull him near to you once more.

Those strong arms envelop you, bringing you impossibly closer; you wrap your own around his neck, the other holding his head to your chest.

Every sob breaks your heart as broken sentences fall from his lips, barely comprehensible but you pick up the few words you understand.

Fire. Boy. Trapped.

You whisper sweet nothings into his ear while you run your fingers through his hair, praying his body tires so he doesn’t have to endure this much longer. If it doesn’t, if he needs you to hold him till sunrise, then sunset, then sunrise again, you’ll do it. You won’t even lean back to take your slippers off, not unless he’s ready.

It’s funny how time works. How things can feel so quick yet so slow at the same time, with no regard for which you’d prefer. You have no idea how long Bucky has been weeping into your neck; you’ve lost count of how many times it’s seemed like he’d calmed, only for a heart wrenching sob to escape him and the process repeats all over again.

But at some point his wails became whimpers and his tears ran dry, only your shirt and his cheeks holding the remnants of his cries.

“I-“ Bucky’s voice is hoarse, forcing him to pull away from your grasp and clear his throat. “I’m sorry, doll, i’m so fucking sorry.”

You don’t even realise you’re shaking your head at him as he continues to apologise.

“I shouldn’t have made you deal with that-“

“Stop,“

“-you didn’t get a choice I just dumped it all-“

“James, stop!” Your sharp tone shuts him up immediately, a timid expression on his face. You reach behind you to grab his hands and pull them in between you. Your flatten your palms against his and watch his eyes fall to where you meet.

“I don’t know who or what made you feel like you have to apologise the moment you show your pain, but I wish I could slap them seven ways to Sunday.”

Warmth pools in your chest at the tiny upturn of Bucky’s lips.

“As long as you’ll let me, i’ll help you, no matter how long it takes.” You glance down at your tear soaked shirt. “Even if it means soggy shirts.”

Your neighbour groans, “Oh god, at least let me apologise for that.”

A relieved laugh rises from your stomach, glad to see a semblance of normal Bucky. “It’s fine, Buck, washers exist for a reason.”

Comfortable silence falls and you let your fingers pass through his, linking together perfectly. Alpine decides to finally make an appearance and jumps up onto the arm of the couch before stepping onto Bucky’s lap, nestling in the small gap between your bodies.

“Someone’s comfy.” The firefighter mumbles, quietly enjoying the comfort of his cat.

When he raises his head to look at you, he finds your kind eyes already on him.

“What do you need?” You ask, noting the unrest on his face.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to talk about it or do you need distracting?”

Bucky ponders for a moment. “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it.”

You nod, “That’s okay. Distraction it is.”

Feet tapping against the hardwood floor, you wait patiently for Bucky to leave the bathroom. Alpine is oblivious to your unrest, enjoying the head stretches you’ve been giving her for the past twenty minutes.

The firefighter gladly accepted your suggestion of a shower, knowing the hot water would relax him after tonight’s events. You’ve been setting up ready for him to return; two lamps now emit warm light from either end of the apartment while the show you and Bucky have been watching sits on pause. You even laid out his favourite blanket for him, though Alpine has commandeered it for now.

Bucky’s phone, meanwhile, has been buzzing constantly - whether it’s an incoming call or a text - the vibrations against the pine coffee table are beginning to drive you crazy.

Eventually, you decide to check who it is who’s desperate to get in touch with your neighbour. You grab the phone and flip it over gently, faced with several notifications from Steve. Your frown deepens as you skim over his messages, realising how worried the captain is over Bucky’s silence.

Hoping he won’t mind, you pick up Bucky’s phone and walk to the bathroom door before knocking against the wood. The shower turned off a few minutes ago and you were meaning to check on him anyway.

“Hey, Buck, everything okay?” You call into the side of the door. No response.

“James?” You ask again when you hear shuffling on the other side.

Still leaning in close to listen carefully, you raise your fist to knock once more, only for the door to suddenly swing open, revealing a rather disheveled and very shirtless Bucky.

Being as tall as he is, you’re eye level with his pecs, small beads of water resting against his lightly tanned skin; some race down to his abs and you follow their path as they journey through the valleys of his defined muscles.

Bucky looks down at you, adorned with an amused smirk, as he leans an arm above him against the door frame. Your frozen state and peach pink cheeks has him chuckling, glad to see you don’t find him ugly after this evening.

Flashbacks to your dream earlier in the night have you rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. Mere inches separate your bodies, the gap closing briefly each time you take a breath.

A deep blue towel is tied around his hips; it’s slipped just below his waist, the divots of his adonis’ belt screaming to be traced, to follow the happy trail right down to his-

“I’m alright, doll.” Bucky’s gruff voice greets your ears, though it takes you a moment to remember what’s happening. “Sorry, I was just finishing up. You alright? You’re looking a little flushed, sweets.”

No shit, Sherlock.

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you raise your eyes to meet his. “I- uh- I’m g-good. I was just- um-“

Bucky grins, finding your stuttering cute, before glancing at his phone in your grasp.

“Let me guess, Steve’s been calling?”

You nod quickly. “A lot, yes. I was coming to ask what to do?”

“Would you mind calling him and explaining everything while I go get changed?”

“Yeah, of course.” Fighting to keep your eyes from trailing to his bare chest, you smile reassuringly, hoping you’ve not made a fool of yourself by ogling a man who was bawling his eyes out a half hour ago.

Awkward silence arrives and leaves you with a racing heart. It’s not everyday you see your dreams turn into reality. Well, it would only your dream becoming reality if Bucky were to grab you face and kiss you till your pussy is-

“Doll?”

Shit, you realise you’ve been staring at his pecs. “Yeah?”

“Mind letting me by so I can change?”

Somehow turning a deeper shade of red, you step aside to let Bucky and his shit-eating grin by. You drop your head down to ensure you don’t end up staring at his ass as he heads to his room.

Pull yourself together, Y/n.

You walk to the kitchen, opening Bucky’s phone on the way and dialling Steve’s number. It rings twice before an agitated voice plays from the speakers.

“Jesus, Buck, where have you been? I’ve-“

“Uh- hey, Steve. It’s Y/n.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, sorry, James asked me to call and explain that he’s had a rough night.” You wince at your own words. ‘Rough’ barely scratches the surface of what tonight has been.

“Shit…” The captain murmurs, and you hum in agreement. “Where- um- where is he now?”

You glance over your shoulder, “He’s just getting changed. It was- well, he’s really struggling, Steve, he was pretty shaken up.”

A small sigh sounds from the other side of the phone. “Yeah, we had a tough call and it triggered him so I sent him home early.”

You nod, despite knowing Steve can’t see you, and he continues.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to help.”

You’re shaking your head now. “No no, Steve, it’s okay, i’m fine, really!” You lower your voice, “I mean, he scared me. I’ve never seen him like that before, i’m just worried for him.”

Eyes fluttering shut as you remember the fear that flooded your muscles when Bucky started crying, Steve replies with a somber tone, “Yeah, me too.”

“Hey,” he chirps, “i’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to come in tonight but he never listens to me. Could you try and convince him to stay home?”

Having already planned on asking him to consider taking a day off, you answer, “Yes, of course. But if he doesn’t listen to you then-“

“Trust me, Y/n” Steve interrupts you, “you’ve got better chance than I do, just let me know how it goes.”

“Will do. Thanks, Steve.”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m glad he’s got someone who cares about him like we do.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “Me too. Good night, Steve.”

“Night!”

You hang up the phone and spin on your heels at the sound of a door closing. Bucky stands just outside his bedroom door, now clad in grey sweatpants and a black t shirt, his hair still a little damp and ruffled from his attempt to dry it.

“Hey…” A small smile stretches across his lips, a far cry from the smirking tease you spoke to a few minutes ago.

“Hey, James.” You step closer. “Would you like a drink?”

“Im alright, thanks doll.”

“I got the TV set up if you wanna watch something? Take your mind off things?”

Bucky sighs constantly at the thought, nodding gently. “That sounds good.”

Settling down onto the couch, you let Alpine sit between you, leaving enough space that you’re not touching without being too far away from each other. The pair of you watch your show for a while, time bringing you closer together until you’re resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. He runs his fingers up and down your right arm that’s lopped around his left, the tender strokes lulling you to sleep.

You battle to keep your eyes open, grateful that Bucky can’t see your face as you doze off every now and then. I mean, who can blame you when you’re being held so securely, your side pressed against his so close that you can feel his heartbeat?

You feel Bucky twitch beneath you, causing you to blink your eyes open, not realising you’d fallen asleep. Thankfully, Bucky didn’t notice either, and you watch as he stretches to the coffee table to press pause on the TV remote.

With no background noise, you hear your neighbours breath increase before he twists back to face you.

“I meant it earlier.” His voice pins you down and you sit up properly.

“Meant what, Buck?”

“That i’m sorry.” Those sharp blue eyes fall to his lap.

You shake your head for what feels like the thousandth time tonight, “James, please, you don’t need-“

“You were scared of me, doll.”

Cussing yourself mentally for not being quieter on your call with Steve, you scramble words together, desperate to fix the miscommunication.

“That’s not- That’s not what I meant, James.”

Bucky’s brow furrows deeper, head titling up but his eyes remain on his lap. “What else is it supposed to mean? I scared you, Y/n. Plain and simple.”

“I wasn’t scared of you, James.” You place a hand on his, hating the way he doesn’t turn his over to hold yours. “I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to help you, that I’d be useless at calming you down. It wasn’t you, I promise.”

“I- I was so scared that you were in so much pain, Buck, and- and I couldn’t do anything.”

A single tear falls onto his grey sweatpants just as he finally meets your gaze, eyes swarming with vulnerability. You feel his hand turn to press against your palm.

“You weren’t useless, Y/n.” He gestures to your surroundings. “I mean, all of this! You’ve done nothing but care for me since the moment you found me outside. This isn’t useless, doll. You’ve done so fucking much for me already and you don’t even know why I need you in the first place.”

A stray tear escapes you as you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. The scruff of his stubble tickles your skin, swiping a thumb over his cheek bone to catch his fallen tears.

“You don’t need to tell me a-“

“I want to.”

“Okay.” You nod and squeeze his hand. “But if you change your mind at any point, that’s okay too. I’m just here for you, James.”

Bucky doesn’t change his mind.

Once he gets over the initial nerves, his words flow like a broken faucet. Your heart fills with lead, sinking to your stomach as he tells you about that one fire that never leaves his mind. How he was only in his second year, still fresh faced and naïve, so confident in himself that he failed to find the boy trapped under a fallen beam. How he walked out of the house feeling so goddamn proud of himself for saving the little girl, only to find out the next day that her big brother was found dead in that same room.

It’s impossible to blink away your tears, as one falls, three others take its place until your cheeks are as damp as a shower wall. Your death grip on Bucky’s hand anchors him as he confesses his worst secret, the one that haunts his dreams until they fade into nightmares and then into terrors. You realise then that this is what he sees when you’re startled awake to his screams at night; while his physical body is trapped in unconsciousness, his mind it trapped in that house, staring at the little boy.

Words fail you as Bucky talks, so you focus on listening, on holding his hand and wiping away the few tears he has left. The need to reassure him burns in your chest as his words slow, eyes fluttering close when you bring his hand to your lips.

You pepper soft kisses from his fingers to his wrist. “You carry this weight everywhere, James. When was the last time you set it down?”

Bucky’s nostrils flare slightly as he breathes in deeply through his nose; he shakes his head, lips quivering before revealing his glassy eyes.

“I c-can’t… he didn’t deserve to- to die because of me, so I- I don’t deserve to put it down.”

“Oh, Bucky, darling,” You release his hand to hold his face. His pulse throbs under your palm as you slide your hand upwards, slipping your pinky and ring fingers behind his ear.

“Holding this in, letting it control you for so long, it’s blinding you, love. It’s tricked you into thinking you deserve the pain but you don’t. You don’t.”

Bucky leans into your right hand, raising his own to cover yours.

“You don’t have to believe me right now, cause I know you don’t.” A dry chuckle falls from the firefighters mouth. “But can try and trust me on this? Trust me to look after you when you need it?”

Your breathe hitches in your throat when he presses his lips to your palm, all while holding your stare. You’ll never grow old of him looking at you this way.

Bucky smiles gently, “I’ve always trusted you, doll.”

“Good.”

Sitting here, holding each other again with tear stained cheeks and tired eyes, it would be easy for someone to think you’re in love.

Maybe they wouldn’t be wrong, not about you anyway. Though, you’re happy to keep that to yourself for now.

“You should sleep, Barnes.” He huffs a laugh, pulling away from your grasp.

“Had enough of me already, sweets?”

Now you’re the one laughing, “Never,” you push yourself to your feet and offer him your hands, “come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Taking your help, Bucky lets you lead him to his bedroom. You pull back his duvet and step back, letting him climb into his bed, limbs weighed down by his fatigue.

You crouch down beside him. “How’d you feel about staying home tonight? I don’t want you pushing yourself to work when you’re not ready.”

Battling to keep his eyes open, Bucky mumbles a response into his pillow. “Okay, doll. For you.”

While it’s too dark to see, your neighbour knows that you’re blushing. You go to stand up and leave but a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back.

“Stay with me, Y/n.”

You smile. “Okay, love. For you.”

a/n: i really hope this was worth the wait! it’s taken me a long time to get this written properly and in the way it deserves. hope you can tell i was feeling shit when i wrote bucky’s breakdown - you write what you know, ay?

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[illubean]

I saw ur celebrity Iso x bakery girl post and im in LOVE

May I req an art student!Iso x reader where Iso is roommates with another guy (either Phoenix, Gekko, or Yoru) and that dude has friends over with reader being one of them and tries to go find the bathroom but instead stumbles upon Iso's art room where he's painting away and doesnt notice reader? :3

And maybe reader leaves their number without him noticing until the guests all leave🤭💜

If You Need a Muse

Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader

this request has sparked something within me... how do we feel about CeramicArtist!Iso smirk emoji also I changed the req just a tad bit >.<

Warnings: none

It wasn't often that your dear friend Jamie invited you over to his home. Your little group often spent time at Sunwoo's (who prefers to be called Jett) house or showed up at Ryo's uninvited. He was always too lazy to host or feared disturbing his roommate, but today he wanted for you all to play a console game he just bought.

You sat on the floor in front of Jett, who was on the couch battling against Ryo. You watched the game on the screen as you awaited your turn, as Jamie came from the kitchen with more snacks. Jett was currently losing, yelling and leaning into Ryo in hopes of throwing his game. You laughed before looking at your brown haired friend who sat on the floor next to you.

"We're not bothering your roommate are we?"

"Nah, I don't think he's home right now."

After about another hour of playing the game and eating junk food, you needed to use the bathroom. Setting your controller down you looked over to Jamie, asking for directions to the bathroom.

"It's down the hall, first door to the right."

You nodded, getting up and going on your way to find the toilet. You stopped in front of a closed door, pushing it open to reveal NOT a bathroom. You look around, taking in the room. It was well lit, the walls decorated with paintings in various sizes. In the center of the room was an easel, and a man standing in front of it who's gaze seemed to have shifted from the piece in front of him to you. He was wearing comfortable clothes protected by an apron, a paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other.

"Oh uh- Sorry. You must be Jamie's roommate, I was just looking for the bathroom."

He offers you a small smile before returning to his work.

"No worries, it's one door over."

From where you stood you couldn't really tell what he had been painting, but what you could tell was that the man himself was a piece of art. He had beautiful purple eyes and sharp features that you could almost believe he were a marble statue come to life. After taking him and the room in for a little longer you spoke up once again.

"Your art is very beautiful."

He looks up and smiles at you again before responding.

"Thanks. I'm working on pieces for my portfolio, though I don't think anything I paint could compare to your beauty."

You were left speechless as you felt the tip of your ears burn.

"O-oh. Thank you. I'll be- uh- going now..." You stuttered out, before turning and going back to your original task.

Find and use the bathroom.

After doing your business, you returned back downstairs to find that your friends switched to watching a movie.

"Geez, you took forever in there!" Jett complains.

"Did you take a shit or something?" Ryo asks, scrunching his face up at you.

The other two laugh at his statement before you give a response.

"I don't see how any of that is your business," you huffed. Instead of rejoining your companions in the living room, you make your way into the kitchen. There was a magnetic basket stuck to the side of the fridge with pens, some memo pads and sticky notes in them. You grabbed one of the sticky notes and a pen and begin to write your note. You look around for a place to set it as your eyes land on a coffee machine.

Bingo

The machine must belong to your friend's mysterious and attractive roommate, as you knew your friend didn't really enjoy coffee all that much.

You stuck the note on the bottom of a mug sitting underneath the machine before setting it back in place and finally returning to the living room.

{timeskip}

The next morning, Li made his way towards the kitchen for his daily cup of coffee. He would be headed off to class soon and needed a bit of caffeine to start the day. Jamie had already been up, also about to leave for class. After brewing his coffee and picking up his mug, ne noticed a yellow corner of a sticky note peeking out from the bottom.

Peeling the note off, confused, he brought it up to eye level to read.

"If you ever need a muse (or wanna go out :D) call me~ XXX-XXX-XXXX (Jamie's Bathroom Friend)"

A light blush dusted his face at the note. This had to have been left by his roommates attractive friend yesterday. He was so distracted buy the number written in front of him that he didn't notice Jamie peeking over his shoulder.

"That's why they took so long in the bathroom! Hah, looks like one of my best mates likes you."

The man gave his flat mate a firm pat on the back before going about his day. The light blush on Li's face darkened in embarassment at the realization Jamie had seen what was written. Drinking his coffee, he sat down and put the note in his pocket.

He would have to put the number in his phone later.

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[lilacsinjuly]

post breakup sex with jjk characters

toji - part 3

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‘but you know i’m always on demon time, baby, and you’ll never get me out of your mind, baby’

CW: smut, toxicity, nicknames (princess, sweetheart, darling), rough sex, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, degrading, toji’s a dickhead, very slight hair pulling, spanking, praise, marking slightly, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 2.9k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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You: I need to come and get my things.

Toji: Come get 'em them, princess.

You: Don't call me that and no. I'm sending Satoru to come and pick them up. When he gets there, let him in and be nice.

Toji: Not givin’ your shit to anyone who ain't you sweetheart.

You: Unlucky because I don't trust you'll keep your dick in your pants.

Toji:

Well if you're as over me as you say you are, there won't be a problem, will there? See ya in 10 princess.

This was exactly the reason you ended things with him. He was cocky, rude, and thought he owned you and everything you did. So why the fuck did you get in your car and do exactly as you said instead of sending Satoru?

Every moment with him felt like you were intoxicated and like you were compelled to do as he said, which naturally he decided to take advantage of, until eventually (though it took long enough), you had realised your own self worth and broke up with him. All it took was nights of arguing, you threatening to leave, and his dick convincing you to stay.

You knocked harshly on his door, pleading yourself to stay broken up with him as you impatiently waited for him to open the door, and when he did, he was wearing that shirt he knew you loved. fuck.

"Well? My stuff?" he smirked at you. Asshole. You were undecided as to whether you wanted to punch that smirk off his face or make out with him where you stood. He'd always made things so much more difficult for you and honestly, you wouldn't have been shocked had he opened the door completely shirtless just to mess with you.

"Sure princess, right this way." he nodded his head behind him, but instead of moving out the way for you to get past, he just stood there, smirking. Honestly, Toji had no idea what he felt for you. In the beginning, you were just another girl willing to share a bed with him, though he thinks your unwillingness to do it again was what compelled him to ask you on a date followed by many more because he was shocked that there was a girl out there who wasn't on her knees begging for a second night. Eventually, he'd got you to come around. Though when he did, he realised how in love you were and quickly decided to use it to his advantage.

He'd ask you for money daily, even when he had enough, and he would trick you into making you think you did something wrong so that you'd do anything in your power to make it right again, he'd only show affection on his terms, and flipped the blame when you'd be upset about it. Even when you soon caught on and the feelings you had for him began to fade, he couldn't shake the need that came with wanting to be near you. You were the only woman who'd ever made him crave something and he couldn't just let that go.

You stood glaring at him in disbelief. "Real mature, Toji. Now move."

"Why don't we just talk about things, princess? Aren't ya willin' to sort this shit out with me?"

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. "See, this is exactly why I should have sent Satoru. You only want to sort shit out with me so you can use me. I'm done with you, Toji, now let me get my things."

Reluctantly, Toji moved out the way, forming a plan b in his head. "Y'know, I'm shocked 'ya don't see what'cha doin' to me. I was never usin' you. Hell, i'd get on both knees right now and beg 'ya to take me back if I thought it'd work.``

You turned around. Bingo. He knew all he had to do was try and get you into a situation you couldn't refuse, and here you were, soon ready to watch him beg, and soon ready to take him back.

"Oh yeah? Do it then, Toji. Show me how much you miss me, and maybe I'll think about taking you back. Because, right now, I'm not all that convinced you want me, but maybe I've been misled, hm?" you walked over to where he was standing, prepared to watch him back down, but to your disbelief, Toji got down on both knees, staring you directly in the eyes as he did so.

He grabbed onto the material of your skirt, begging. "Please. Please take me back. 'M nothin' without 'ya. You're all I think about and you're all I crave, day and night princess. Can't stop fuckin' thinkin' about 'ya and it's insane.Iinsane what 'ya doing to me so i'm beggin' 'ya just please, please, please take me back."

Your eyes were wide as you realised this was exactly what he had wanted. His hand on the hem of your skirt slowly reached down your bare thigh, smoothly gliding underneath your skirt as he gripped onto your skin whilst he never once looked away from you. "C'mon princess, I need an answer."

The hand under your skirt moved to lift some of the material up, not enough to expose you, but just enough he could kiss your thigh gently and repeatedly. he peppered kisses all over your thigh as you stood above him in complete silence and shock, not knowing how to react to his submissive state, though you knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have you underneath him. Should you surrender? Definitely not. Was it tempting? absolutely yes.

Toji looked up at your shocked features and smiled that same cocky smile that made you clench your thighs together, yet the action doesn't go unnoticed as his hand remains between them.

"You likin' this, darlin'? You like seein' me on my knees?" his hands wandered further up, one of his fingers teasing the lace of your panties before he reached up and began pulling them down. "d'ya wear these knowin' I'd be takin' 'em off 'ya?" he asked, looking at the lace material.

You turned your head away, ashamed you'd let him get his way with you even after your many mental pep talks and the previous ego boost of seeing him on his knees.

"Fucking look at me when I'm talkin' to 'ya, sweetheart." he snarled, lifting himself to stand up and above you. He grabbed your chin, forcing your head in his direction as you kept your face as stoic as possible, refusing to show any sign of pleasure, sadness, anger or whatever the fuck you were feeling in this moment because whilst you were struggling not to capture his lips in a kiss. You were also struggling not to punch him in the face for even trying to fuck you tonight, depsite your lack of an attempt to stop him.

Toji pushed you towards his sofa, pushing you to sit on it whilst you complied. He began unbuckling his belt as you looked up at him with regret. This only seemed to turn him on more as his cock grew harder with each second that passed by. You bit your lip in both anticipation and unsureness. One last time wouldn't hurt, right?

Wrong. You knew this, yet you ignored it. You knew 'only once more couldn't hurt' would hurt as you had been there many times before with Toji. It was only the beginning of a self loathing and damaging cycle yet the sight of Toji pulling his lengthy cock out his boxers made every negative and doubtful thought about this leave your mind with haste.

"Make me cum and I'll treat 'ya nicely in return, deal?" you nodded vigorously. "and no hands, wanna see it all in your mouth, alright, princess?"

You began licking at his tip as he caressed your cheek. Those small licks soon transitioned into his whole tip in your mouth as you began questioning how you'd do this without your hands.

You skillfully moved your tongue around his cock, sucking and licking at his tip as his hand moved to pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. "Fuckin' love this mouth. C'mon sweetheart, you can take a bit more. Know 'ya can." he groaned, eyes shut loosely as he pushed your head gently forward, encouraging you to take more of him in your mouth.

Soon, you were gagging and choking on his dick, hands grabbing at his thighs whilst he fucked your mouth mercilessly. You tried to move your tongue in ways to pleasure him yet it all proved difficult by the way he shoved your head onto him without consideration for whether or not you could breath.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- takin' me so well, yeah? Knew you could do it, just needed my help didn't 'ya princess? So fucking incompetent. Can't do shit without me yet 'ya tryna fucking leave me? Stupid slut- fuckk!"

His grip on your hair tightened and his hips began to stutter as he slowed down slightly. You took this as an opportunity to shift your tongue around his dick to pleasure him. All you could ever think about was his pleasure, and that thought was what pushed him closer to the edge before he came heavily in your mouth. A string of muttered curse words fell from his lips as he threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly.

You removed your mouth, swallowing deeply. "Fuck- good fucking girl, making me cum like that. You ready for your reward, princess?"

He picked you up off the seat , sitting himself down in your place.

"Want you to kiss me, Toji."

He'd realised he'd gone this past week without you, craving just a brush of your lips, and he hadn't even kissed you yet. So when you asked him so kindly with such sweet and innocent eyes, it didn't even take him a second for your tongues to be caught up as he kissed you so needily as you sat on his lap.

His mouth trailed down your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks for you to stare at regretfully in the morning, before he took off your shirt and bra and marked his way down and across your tits. He slowly took one in his mouth as his eyes pierced yours whilst you rubbed yourself up and down across his leg.

Getting the hint, he pushed you down, bending you over his lap causing your skirt to hitch up. he moved the clothing out the way as much as possible, yet kept it on as all he could think about when he first opened the door was fucking you in it.

"Next time 'ya try to leave me, remember what I do for you. Could've just let you suck my dick and called it a day but no. Unlike you I'm not a shameless whore who'd do anything just to fuckin’ come."

He pushed one of his fingers inside your pussy before you could reply, earning a slow whine from your lips. His pace was leisurely though his attitude made him look as though he thought he was giving you the world, which was undeniably true as he sat there wondering what else you could possibly ask of him.

"Please go faster, Toji. I need it-" you blabbered mindlessly as another finger slid past your pussy. His pace quickened only very slightly as he stared down at your shaking form begging for more.

Toji began to laugh. "Fuck! It really didn't take me that long to get 'ya like this, princess. You sure you're over me? You sure you want nothin' to do with me? Cause it don't seem that way to me, 'ya know. C'mon sweetheart, 'ya over me or not?"

You nodded profusely as your hands clawed at the sofa and your mouth let out screams of pleasure. Your body betrayed you yet you still hung onto whatever shred of self respect was left because despite the truth being incredibly evident by the scene in front of him, you'd still rather die than admit you were still in love with him.

Toji rolled his eyes at you and pulled his fingers out from you, earning a whine at the feeling of being empty. "Don't you fuckin' lie to me, princess." he snapped, hitting the fat of your ass as hard as he could. You mewled in pain yet you still muttered words of how much you loathed him and wanted to leave him.

"'M not lying, Toji. I'd fucking leave you in a heartbeat if I could." you sniffled. another sharp yet harsh laugh from Toji as he slapped your ass again, just as hard as previously, before he leaned back with his arms stretched out on the sofa.

"Go on then, princess. Leave. Don't forget, your panties are still by the door." he smirked down at you.

This was it. It was either you leave now, block him from your existence to spare you the embarrassment of what you had already done but also spare you from ever trying to contact him again, and finally have whatever respect you still had for yourself within you left to hold onto.

However, if you stayed, all that would be gone, and you'd wake up in his arms and begin the day by making his breakfast before your own before putting every other one of his needs throughout the day above your own as well.

You tried. You tried to get up and leave but the feeling of one of his hands sliding up your leg and grazing your clit made you give up the remaining strength you had, falling back down onto the sofa and pushing your body against his.

"Good girl, knew you'd make the right choice." he cooed before inserting his fingers inside you again with a much quicker and much more satisfying pace than before.

His fingers moved rapidly inside you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again as you gradually tightened around him as you got closer to your release.

Though Toji was not a nice man. Not nice enough to promise you a reward and then proceed to grant it to you.

So, as you clenched around his thick fingers, warning him of your oncoming orgasm, his fingers came to an abrupt stop as the knot in your stomach began to fade.

"What? I was so good for you- I did everything you asked- I stayed." you sputtered out cries of confusion. You wailed at his cruelty, eyes glossed and tears staining your cheeks, searching his fixed face for an answer yet he showed you none as his only reason for denying you was for the hell of it.

"Stop your whining. What, you'd rather come on my fingers than my cock?" he asked annoyedly, thought it caught your attention as you shook your head. "That's what I thought, now get off and get ready to take my dick, slut."

Hurridley, you removed yourself from his lap and waited, facing him, on the edge of the sofa.

Toji, however, took his sweet time in removing his shirt, taking off your skirt and then finally moving to, once again, free his dick and spread your legs wide as your head lay on the arm rest.

The tip of his cock ran smoothly through your folds, teasing you maliciously as you bucked your hips against him.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another kiss before nibbling at the bottom lip and pushing his dick in. You winced at the intrusion, yet did everything in your power to stay strong and make sure he felt good so he would tease you by pulling out.

Your arms hooked underneath his, clawing at his back as your eyes were screwed tightly shut. Toji whispered praises in your ear about how well you were taking him.

He groaned lowly in your ear as he pushed more of his dick in, stuffing you full. "You see that? You see my dick inside you? See how your pussy was made for me?" Toji asked as he pressed on the bulge on your belly, earning a moan from you.

The more desperate Toji became, the less regard he had for how much pain you were in as he started moving inside of you.

Soon, he was pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy as his hair clung to his face. "Can't fuckin' resist you, princess. This pussy's too good, I'll never get enough of it."

The pain began to subside as it washed away into please, his cock bullying you into a submissive, whining mess.

Your hands grabbed onto his back as his clung onto your thighs, both of you moaning and panting profusely, not being able to get enough of each other's bodies. His dick hit the perfect angle as your pussy sucked him in possessively, refusing to let him fully go.

"Fuck, yes- gonna cum inside 'ya, stuff you full of my cum, bet you'd love that, huh? C'mon sweetheart, come with me please, I need to feel you cum around me."

"Shit- Toji, 'm gonna cum! Can't take it any longer-"

The knot finally snapped, causing you to tighten around Toji as he followed shortly after, fulfilling his promise of stuffing you full.

Your bodies were hot and sweaty and you panted against one another excessively. You stayed like that for a while, foreheads resting against each other as you occasionally peppered a few kisses against one another.

"Shits so good and you wanna leave me? Don't make me laugh, princess, and don't make this shit harder by being dramatic. Just fucking stay." Toji muttered against your lips.

Despite your mind screaming ‘no’, you whispered back a meek "Okay."

#fanfic #smut #ao3 #jjk smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk fanfic

[oneatlatime]

The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 2

The Tale of Zuko

Maybe I should make a Zuko's Stupid Faces post.

Zuko and Iroh's whole dynamic in one frame.

This girl is cute. Total girl next door type. She does have fairly horrible taste in men, but she's also very cute.

I just want to take a minute to point out a VERY important distinction. Zuko is not going out on a date. Zuko is not taking a girl out on a date. A girl is taking Zuko out on a date. She's got that arm in a death grip. Not only is that a clever reversal of the usual hetero dynamic, but I'm convinced it's the only way Zuko would ever get any action, so it's also in character.

I know Zuko's social skills are non-existent, but apart from the blow up at the waiter he is actually trying. He's failing, but I have to give him points for trying.

The way this girl's voice actress says "You juggled" made my ears very happy. And the beleaguered "yes. I juggled." is equally good.

Zuko! Tell her you did sword stuff! That's something you can actually do!

It gives me hope that someone so steeped in the most toxic parts of the Fire Nation, for so long, can STILL be so bad at lying, but it would certainly be a handy skill right about now.

I take it back. This girl does have good taste in men. Zuko's such a softie when it counts. He still sucks at being normal, but he just risked his identity because the girl he didn't even plan to go out with was a little bit sad.

This girl is the best.

Ha! He kissed her back! He Did! I saw that!

I take back what I took back. Zuko's evil again. He made my new favourite girl droop.

I love that Iroh's waiting up for him while making it look like he isn't waiting up for him. How many times on their ship, when Zuko was out Blue Spiriting, do you think Iroh found a reason to be randomly sat on the deck at 3 am?

Character development baby! Can you really call yourself loyal to the fire nation if you admit to having a good time on a date with an Earth Kingdom girl?

The Tale of Momo

Pretty.

That was a FILTHY bait and switch. For one shining moment, I had Appa back.

They should take that to June.

Not Appa.

Also not Appa.

I did not have 'Momo gets gaslit' on my Avatar Bingo card. Nor did I have 'interspecies animal friendship angst.'

Are these cat things the raccoons of the Avatar universe? Or the squirrels? Urban scroungers?

I love the idea that this guy just grabs the closest squirrel, sticks a hat on it, and expects it to dance. He got lucky with Momo.

I thought they were taking the animals to the pound, but this is very much a butcher. Which means that in Ba Sing Se, they eat varmint. Stay away from the hot dog carts.

That's very effective Simglish.

Thank god for thumbs.

Aw they're friends! This has Aristocats vibes, when O'Malley and the girl cat are getting together near the end.

And one final Fuck You, because god forbid Momo's tale ends on a happy note.

I'm guessing that's an Appa print, but couldn't it also be a platypus bear?

Something about the cats standing vigil over Momo's grief gets to me.

Final thoughts

I'll go through each of these stories individually, but first some general comments.

Last episode was kind of intense, and definitely ended on a downer (not that this one didn't), so it was a good call to at least start this episode off on something a bit gentler.

I was really impressed with the soundtrack throughout. Apart from the Tale of Momo where it's the animal noises that are front and centre, the music is doing a lot of work in every story, the strings especially. The strings are doing emotional work, plot stuff, and even humour. Seriously, next time you rewatch this episode, pay attention to the strings. These shorts are actually very light on dialogue (apart from Sokka's), but they don't feel that way because the music is doing the talking.

I'm assuming that this all took place over three days at least, since Iroh, Zuko, and Momo's tales seem to end on different evenings. So I don't think calling this episode 'day in the life' is accurate. My bad. It also occurs to me that this kind of episode format would be a great way of showing time has passed. If they had had an episode like this in the Northern Water Tribe - after Katara beat the crap out of Poophead but before the Fire Nation attacked - I would have liked the pacing of the whole finale arc better.

On to the stories!

The Tale of Toph and Katara

It might be because I didn't understand what this episode was doing yet, but this one didn't do much for me. It was good to see Toph have a moment of self-doubt, but I never would have assumed, based on her previous behaviour, that her appearance was her proverbial weak spot. Katara did a really good job at building her back up, and she was delightfully (and appropriately) understated for once. When she's reassuring Aang of something (especially in Season 1) Katara tends to got from 0 to 60 very quickly, so it was nice to see her be reassuring in a quiet, non-steamrolling way. Is this Katara character development? Apart from the fact that Toph quite literally got her eyeballs sanded, nothing much in this episode stuck out to me. Except those bitchy voices. Those were like knives in my brain.

The Tale of Iroh

So many questions! Is Lu Ten buried in Ba Sing Se? How is that grave not defaced yet? How did Iroh get a copy of his son's picture? They lost everything at the North Pole, right? Did he ask the people who got him their passports for a picture of his son too? Does Zuko know/remember that it's his cousin's birthday? If so, why isn't he there offering Iroh the world's most awkward hug? Given the fact that Iroh spent the whole day helping people, including a very misguided youth, and given that Iroh says something along the lines of "if only I could have helped you [his son]" does this imply that Lu Ten was going through a crisis at the time of his death? Was he misguided like the wannabe mugger? Is Zuko not the first Fire Nation Prince that Iroh has had to guide through an identity/existential crisis? Is Zuko going to be the first time Iroh succeeds at guiding a Fire Nation prince through an identity/existential crisis? Does Iroh live in perpetual fear of failing Zuko the way he seems to believe he failed his son? Am I reading too much into this?

To be quite honest, this story would have hit me harder if I had remembered going into it that Iroh had a son. Lu Ten takes being a textual ghost to a whole new level. Also the 'In honor of Mako' text confused me. And worried me a little.

The Tale of Aang

I liked this one! Aang can't help Appa at the moment, but he can help all the Appa stand ins who aren't fortunate enough to have an Aang to help them. Aang is a nice little boy! Of course he'd free a bunch of animals without thinking about the consequences and the epic pile of platypus bear dung he's just landed the zookeeper in with the Dai Li. I liked the animal designs. I liked the earthbending. I liked the Siamese cat representation. I loved cabbage man. I think that, if Appa could have known, he would have approved. I also think that I'm once again reading too much into this. it was nominally a fun fluff piece elaborating on a established emotional conflict (Appa missing), which gave it just enough weight to be slightly more than a fluff piece.

The Tale of Sokka

I am entirely serious when I say that 'poetry bouncer' is my favourite joke so far in the WHOLE show. I love absurdity played entirely earnestly. It's fridge funny too. The longer I contemplate the implications, the funnier it gets. What past event required a poetry bouncer be introduced? He's not there to protect the students or the teacher; he's here to reinforce the structure of the Haiku by force. Was he hired by the concept of Haiku? Is Haiku taken so seriously in Ba Sing Se that he's needed to break up cat fights between students? There is a rich well of haiku-related hijinks just hinted at by his presence, and I want to know more.

Sokka is so often his own worst enemy that it makes sense that he's taken out by his own hubris. That fortune teller lady was absolutely a crook, but she did one hell of an accurate cold read on Sokka.

The Tale of Zuko

Credits tell me that the girl's name is Jin. I would like to congratulate the creators of Avatar for managing to illustrate romantic interest so palpably without resorting to heart eyes and steam whistle noises. Nothing wrong with those; I'm just impressed by how much of Jin's interest in Zuko you can feel. Also, she'd better be more than a single episode character, because I need more of this sweetheart. She's a real contender for displacing Toph as my favourite girl in the cast.

To be fair to Zuko, he did make Jin droop (UNFORGIVABLE), but it was also the right call. He can't date her honestly. It IS complicated. And I don't think any Earth Kingdom girl (worth dating) would knowingly go out with Fire Nation royalty. Jin wanted Lee the Tea Boy. Try as he might, Zuko can't stop being Zuko. I would argue that he shouldn't stop being Zuko. His flashback mom told him not to forget who he was, so I'd also argue that the narrative doesn't want Zuko to stop being Zuko either. I guess it's a case of right girl, wrong time. It looks like she's cool with him being a firebender, but firebending and being the Fire Lord's son are not the same magnitude of hurdle to dating. Maybe when the war's over they can hook up again.

The Tale of Momo

I think this qualifies as cruelty to the audience. I got the impression that this story was crafted borderline maliciously, to make the viewers suffer angst dump after angst dump.

I liked seeing things from Momo's perspective. I loved the animal noises, which really got across a shocking amount of emotion. Those, combined with body language, were as effective as any spoken script. These cartoon people really know how to use their medium.

It absolutely kills me that Momo is missing Appa, and since he doesn't understand human speech, he can't even be comforted by knowing that his humans are actively looking for him. If you've ever seen one of your pets missing another of your pets in real life, you know there's nothing worse than the helplessness that comes with not being able to explain or magically summon their friend back from the kennel, or the vet, or the dead. All you can do is give them hugs. I'm glad that Momo got a street cat support group at the end of the episode, but the animal grief at the beginning was hard to get through. It's sweet to have confirmation that Momo sees Appa as family, but surely they could have showed that to us in a way that doesn't make me need to hug the stuffing out of my own pets?

Final Final Thoughts for real this time

This episode wrings you out a little. Fully a third of the stories are about Appa, despite him not being there. At least half are about missing someone who isn't there. At least half are bittersweet.

I liked this episode format. I hope they use it again next season. Only Toph and Katara's tale felt too short to me. The rest did such a good job at drawing me in, that when I went back to check timestamps I was surprised by how short these stories are.

I'm going to go eat too much chocolate.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the tales of ba sing se

[pettydollie]

IMAGINE U AND CHRIS BABYSITTING UR LITTLE SISTER AND U CANT GET HER TO GO TO BED AND HE PUTS HER TO SLEEP AND LAYS W HER :(

BRO WHOEBER TJIS IS, UR SENDINF GREAT LIL PROMPTS DONT STOP

bingo - c.s x reader

you sigh, putting down the book your sister specifically picked out for bed. you know she wants your boyfriend chris, but she won’t admit it. you adjust her pillow before muttering “i’ll be right back”

you leave the room and into the kitchen, where chris is grabbing a pepsi from the fridge that you always have stocked just for him. “hi cutie” you kiss his cheek. he takes a sip of his can before wrapping an arm lazily around your shoulders

“can you help put s/n to bed? she won’t fall asleep and it’s aggravating me.” you chuckle, feeling tired. he notices this, of course, how could he not? he nods immediately. you two step into her room, chris putting his pepsi down.

“hey, bingo.” he greets the girl with a nickname from the show Bluey. he’s called her that ever since he heard her adorable laugh (it also reminds him of how his heart bursts everytime he sees you, which he thinks is corny asf)

she smiles, holding up the bingo plush that was previously wrapped around her arms tight in her chest. he sits down on the bed next to her. he sees the book that you were reading before, picking it up.

your sister’s eyes brighten. she adores when he reads to her, although she likes it more when he comes up with stories on his own. before he begins reading, he turns around where you’re standing with a small smile present on your face, watching the two interact.

he lightly grind at your smile and mouths “go lay down”. he nods his head towards the door. you give him a look that says ‘you sure?’ and he puckers his lips out for a kiss. you grin, pecking him and your sister on her head before leaving the room.

you wake up on the couch, having no idea what time it is. you don’t bother to check as you get up, remembering chris was with your sister last. you rub your eyes as you slightly peek through the door. your heart melts at the sight.

you open the door wider, stepping through fully into the room. chris is laying next to s/n as she’s cuddled into his warm side. damn, you wish you had your phone to take a picture.

you’re a little frightened when s/n’s eyes widely open. you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the noise. you sit on the edge of the bed carefully, trying not to wake chris who was snoring lightly.

“what are you doing up?” you whisper ”what are you doing up?”

you shrug at her question, silently answering. you gently rub chris’ arm as you sit and take in the simple yet sweet moment. “y/n.” she whispers out to you. you look at her, waiting for her to go on.

“i like the voices he does when he reads.”

you smile. "they are pretty funny arent they?" she nods, slowly beginning to laugh, remembering the way he spoke as he read. you put your finger on your mouth. "shhh, dont wake him". she rolls her eyes. "you first."

a/n: CRAPPY ENDING IK IM SORRYYY i’ll make it better tmr bc i’m on my phone rn and i hate hate hate writing on my phone a/n2: the end is still weird but better so ya

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

[holylulusworld]

Before you (1) - Prologue

Title: Before you (1) – Prologue

Square filled for Marvel fluff bingo 2021 (expired): Medieval au

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo​: Medieval au

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Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, grumpy Steve, scared reader, scenting, hand around throat (no choking/non-sexual)

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Silently walking the halls of the castle, you try not to make a sound. One of the elder maids is walking next to you, huffing as she has to accompany you once again.

You’re new to the castle and tend to get lost in the endless hallways. “You can’t always get lost,” she snarls. “I got better things to do than keeping an eye on you.”

“Please forgive me for my mishap,” your voice barely above a whisper you follow her lead. You don’t want to anger the elder maid. “It won’t happen again.”

“We are chambermaids and are proud to serve the king, and his adoptive brother. Do not damage our reputation. It’s worse enough the king became-“ she bites her tongue and shakes her head. “Never mind. Clean the rooms, and don’t waste time. Go in. Go out. Don’t get seen.”

“Yes,” you whisper guiltily. Last time you fell into an easy conversation with one of the guests at the guest wing. A young girl, all alone to visit her uncle. One of the lords. “It won’t happen again.”

“Of course, it won’t happen again. One more mistake, and you’ll end up washing the sheets. Life of a laundress is much harder, I can tell,” she jerks her head toward a dark corridor. “It’s your turn tonight. He wants his room clean, and for you to disappear. Do not look at him, and don’t talk.”

“Whose room is this?” you glance at the dark corridor. “And why are there no torches lit? It’s pitch-black.”

“You’ll just go to the room at the end of the corridor. The one with the king’s crest,” you shudder as the maid tells you it’s your turn to clean the king’s chamber.

“Am I going to become his chambermaid?” your throat suddenly feels too dry, and your legs are going to give in. “I never was at the king’s chamber before.”

“Silly girl. Mawd got sick. She was a little too friendly to one of the knights,” she narrows her eyes as you don’t want to hear about Lizzie’s mishap. She’s one of the few maids being friendly to you. “Well, she won’t return anytime soon, that wench.”

You flinch at her harsh tone and the awful word she used. Mawd was nothing but sweet and kind to you.

“So, I’ll only clean his chamber tonight?”

“We clean the chambers in the morning when they are not around,” she tuts. “The king sent for Mawd to clean his room. He sometimes throws things around. I got no time, and the other maids are already asleep.”

She pushes you toward the dark corridor, hiding she’s too afraid to enter the king’s chamber, and that this is the reason for sending you into the lion’s den.

“Will it be dark inside the chamber too,” frightened, you look at the dark corridor again as she huffs behind you.

“Inside there will be no candles lit. You’ll have a fire in the fireplace, and you can use your candle. Don’t go inside one of the other rooms to the left or right of the room. These are forbidden.”

“I won’t,” you take a deep breath and slowly start walking toward the dark corridor. You shudder as it seems this part of the castle is colder than the rest. On wobbling legs, you walk toward the door with the king’s crest, swallowing thickly as you stand in front of the door.

“Stop staring at the door,” you can hear the maid but are too scared to answer her. You stare at the crest, feeling your heart speed up. You never got so close to the king’s chamber before and now you feel like you don’t belong here.

“I-“ with shaking fingers you reach for the door handle, holding your breath as you slowly open the door. It creaks loudly and you cringe, hoping the king is not in one of the other rooms.

You silently step inside the chamber and close the door behind you. The other maid was right, it’s pitch-black in here too. The fireplace provides the only light in the chamber.

“Who are you?” you shriek, startled as someone barks at you. You drop the candle to the floor, screaming as the only light you had gets robbed from you.

“You’re not the chambermaid cleaning my room.”

“I-“ while the man slowly gets up from his seat, you walk backward, stumbling over something on the ground. You end up on the floor, scrambling away as the man towers over your shaking form.

“WHO ARE YOU?” he growls at you. “You are not supposed to be here. What do you want? Steal my crown. Who sent you?”

“I-I shall clean your chamber, your highness…I mean my king. Mawd got sick,” you stammer. You can feel something cold poke your chest and you are sure, this is your end. “I was sent here, your highness…please.”

“Get up and leave. You talk too much,” he turns around to stumble toward the bed, grumbling under his breath. “OUT! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!”

“Sorry…so sorry,” you scramble to your feet. “I can’t leave. You wanted Mawd to clean your room.”

“Do you want to die?” you feel the air shift as the king turns back around to storm toward you.

His hand is suddenly around your throat, and you get pushed against the wall. He breathes heavily and growls like a feral animal. Everyone was right. They told you the king is more like a feral animal than a man. He turned dark and now all that’s left of him is a beast, ready to rip you apart.

“Your maj-esty,” you whimper in fear. “I was told to come here. Mawd is sick. She cannot come here…please.”

You feel his breath fan over your neck, and you are sure he will just rip your throat out. Closing your eyes, you accept your fate. You pray to see your family again as the king buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go, and don’t come back or you’ll not leave this room ever again,” he snarls as he drops his hand from your throat. “I won’t tell you twice.”

“What about the chamber,” you croak, rubbing your sore throat. “D-o you want me to send someone else.”

“I didn’t send for anyone,” he breathes in your face. “No one is allowed to enter my chamber for the next days. Everyone knows that.”

You sidestep the king, carefully moving toward the door. “I’ll go, your majesty. I’m sorry.”

“You’re scared, huh?” he muses, watching you blindly grasp for the door handle. “Good. I don’t want you near my chamber ever again, omega.” He purrs the last word, or so you think.

Your heart is racing, and you can barely think straight as you finally find the door handle. “GO NOW!”

You almost ripped the door open to run along the dark corridor, crying and whimpering as you run straight into a solid chest.

“Careful, little one,” two strong hands keep you from falling to the ground. “What happened?”

“I must go,” you frantically look over your shoulder. “He doesn’t want me here…”

“The king, I see,” the man softly speaks. “He scared you, huh? You know that he’s not a beast, right? Steve is just…”

“Steve,” whispering the king’s name you wonder what the man wants to tell you as the king barks in your direction.

“Get out of my sight!”

“Steve,” the man says as you wiggle out of his hold to run away. “Can you not scare the little mouse to hell and back? She’s new here, just you know. Maybe she will be a good chambermaid.”

“I don’t want her,” Steve slams the door shut to return to his favorite place to hide from the world. The darkest corner of his bedroom. “She smelled too good…”

>> Part 2

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#Before you (1) - Prologue #afgaubingo #marvelfluffbingo #steve rogers #king!steve x peasant!reader #king!steve rogers x maid!reader #steve rogers x reader #king!steve x reader #steve rogers x you #alpha!steve rogers #steve x reader #a/b/o #medieval au

[happy-beeeps]

Home Remedy

Pairing: wrecker x f!reader

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: mention of needles and illness. Sick fic fluff!!!

Summary: you’ve caught a nasty bug, the only cure of which is cuddles from your favorite Batcher

a/n: this is inspired by me having strep a week ago and literally self soothing with this

Bingo prompt: Wrecker!! This is part of the @clonexreaderbingo !!!

You’d felt pain before, there was no arguing that. You’d knocked your head on the underside of a speeder, marking you with a splitting concussion and weirdly, a metallic taste in your mouth you struggled to get out. You’d trained with Hunter, the two of you going round for round in hand to hand combat, the kind that had you convinced you could physically feel your muscles splitting. Still, neither of these things could prepare you for this, the raw feeling in the back of your throat, like dragging knives across a sunburn each time you dared to swallow. Not to mention your rapidly fluctuating body temperature, a cough that won’t quit, and a head that feels it’s been stuffed with cotton balls. You are definitively down bad.

You’re currently sitting half upright, half reclined in Wrecker’s bunk, Omega donating one of her extra blankets and Lula to your cause. Tech lowered the lighting in the room to keep your eyes focused, and you’ve been communicating with your datapad to save your voice from the aforementioned knife stabs. The door slides open before you can process it, and Omega walks in holding a small tray, Wrecker’s hand firmly on her shoulder.

“Go on, she’s gotta be hungry.” He urges, and Omega walks close to you, her lip quivering.

“Hi,” she begins, and you smile, tapping quickly on your datapad before flipping it over to her.

Hi sweetheart, did you bring me something?

“We thought you might want some soup, I used to watch Nala Se make it on Kamino.” She sets the tray down in front of you and your heart wants to just break at the sight. Oh, oh of course, this is why she had been so broken up about your bug. How many times had she had to watch her brothers go into the infirmary and never come out? The thought hurts more than any pain in your voice, and you struggle to respond, to put on a brave face.

“I’ll be ok,” you whisper to her, and the sound of your voice, cracked and all, is enough to elicit a smile from the young girl. She beams, nearly knocking Tech over as he comes to stand in the door frame next to his brother.

“You’re due for another vitals check,” Tech states, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips. Wrecker moves to sit next to you on the bunk, his tall, solid form offering some semblance of comfort as you type furiously on your datapad.

“She says ya’ can stop calling it a ‘vitals check’ and just say takin’ her temperature.” Wrecker huffs, reading off your screen while you look up at him with big, weepy eyes. “Stop pokin’ my girl, let her rest, would ya’?”

“Wrecker, if she is to get better, she needs to be consistently and accurately monitored.”

“I thought you said she’s just got a bug.” His eyes narrow at the tone, and Tech rolls his eyes.

“It is just a bug. Still, given the fact that her genes are not modified to resist illness like ourselves, and she is evidently not up to date on her vaccinations like Omega, it’s important we keep an eye on her.”

“She says it’s not so easy to find a med center on Jakku.” He says, before grabbing the temperature gauge from his brother's hand, shoo-ing him with the other. “I’ve seen ya’ do this twenty times now. Let me do it, she’s more relaxed with me anyway.” Tech makes a move to resist, you think, but thinks better of it at Wrecker’s insistent stare. He puts his hands up in surrender before leaving the room, tossing you a curt, “feel better” as he does.

You scooch closer to the wall to make room for him as best you can. It’s always a tight squeeze for the two of you in this bunk but now he’s treating you like you’re made of flimsiplast, settling gently next to you. His hand comes up to brush one of the (definitely damp) strands of hair off your forehead, noting the way his hand leaves a trail of chill bumps down your skin.

“You cold, cyar’ika?”

“Nah,” you whisper and lie, and you can’t tell which makes him frown more.

“Not s’posed to be using your voice right now,” he murmurs, but just leans in closer to you so your next words are quieter.

You hum in response, pressing your body closer to his in an attempt to leech some of his warmth. Wreck is always warm, hot even, a fact that normally has the two of you shedding layers and clothes often to avoid sweating to death. Now, trapped beneath layers of blankets and a fever that’s subsided into a bone chilling cold, you’re desperate for the warmth he provides. Wrecker’s no idiot, he can read you clearer than anyone you’ve ever met, and can interpret this need from you in a heartbeat.

“C’mere,” he sighs, opening his arms and allowing you to crawl nearly on top of him, lacing your legs around one of his massive thighs and resting your head on the solid, muscled pillow of his chest. His arms settle around you gently, as if he’s afraid to hurt you after all this time. The temperature gauge is pressed against your forehead, and you look up at him, all fever stricken and delirious and blissfully happy as he reads the numbers, clearly content with what the screen shows. “You’ve broken your fever!”

“Man, I feel better already!” you chide, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, not shying away when things get gross.

“I just wish ya’ would take the bacta shot,”

“We only have a few of them, it’s just a bug, I’ll be better soon. ‘M not gonna take something that could save your life one day.”

“I know, I just hate knowing that you’re hurtin’, and there’s nothin’ I can do. S’not fair.”

“Wreck,” you pause as your frame is wracked by coughs, a chesty one that has him grimacing, “you being here is doing plenty. I promise.”

He smiles at the tone, and pulls you closer into his side. You relish at the warmth that radiates off of him in droves, and curl around him as best you can.

“This sucks,” you whimper, and he responds by running a hand gently across your hair and down your back.

“I know it does, but just try and rest now, ok?” he asks, and you can only whimper in response. He presses a kiss to your forehead that placates you, and wrapped in his arms and his warmth, you drift off into the best sleep you’ve had in days.

* * *

The morning rolls around and you crack open your eyes, delighted to find Wrecker still firmly against you in the bunk. It’s earlier than you’d like to be awake, but when you open your mouth to yawn, and brace yourself for the knives and pain, nothing comes. There’s a dull ache and a bit of a scratch in your throat, but nothing bad. The cotton balls have left your head, and when you clear your throat, no cough follows. Wrecker wakes up at the sound of your voice and beams down at you.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” he mumbles, kissing you softly on the cheek.

“Wreck, I think you’ve healed me,” you smirk, adjusting yourself and tossing your legs over his hips so you can recline fully on his chest, “Don’t feel so bad anymore.”

“‘Course I did,” he smiles, running his hands down your back, “I knew what you needed all along.”

You feel dopey with the amount of smiling you’re doing, and perhaps it's the after effects of the medication, but you’re grinning from ear to ear as he presses you back against his chest, where you relish in the sound of his heartbeat and the curing power of Wrecker’s attention.

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For the very first time - Chapter 1

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with eachother and one time they slept all together]

AN: So here’s a thing for the CA:TWS ten year anniversary and a big thanks to @catws-anniversary for the inspiration. It’s all just smut, but a few chapters do have some feels sprinkled in.

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Chapter Summary: Steve feels so much for his best friend and roommate and he wishes Bucky felt the same. But there’s no way he would, is there?

Chapter Relationship: Steve x Bucky

Chapter Word count: 2.7k

CW: Pining, Accidental Nudity, Realisation of feelings, Friends to lovers, First time blow job, Facial, Confident Bucky

Steve and Bucky - 1936 

Despite his protests following his mother’s funeral, it only took two weeks for Bucky to wear Steve down and persuade him of the advantages of moving in together. Steve would’ve liked to have said that, despite his stubbornness, he’d seen the sense in Bucky’s suggestion. However, despite the fact that his health often meant that he couldn’t work properly and he’d probably have issues maintaining rent on his own, he had to admit to himself that it was more that he would do anything for Buck. And again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself it was just because Bucky was his best friend. The sight of Bucky made his mouth go dry and took his breath away - a bit of a problem for someone with asthma - and he couldn’t say no, despite not knowing how he’d actually cope living with Bucky. 

Being around him every day. 

Sharing a bedroom. 

Seeing Bucky walk around in just his undershorts.

His feelings about Bucky were a conflict within him. It wasn’t as if Steve didn’t like girls. He did, had touched himself in the privacy of his own room thinking about them. But he’d also thought about Bucky too and now he was going to have more fodder for his imagination but precious little alone time to do anything about it. Then there were the feelings of ‘wrongness’ and shame - he shouldn’t feel like this for his best friend, for another man. But he wanted to feel Bucky’s arms hold him, like Bucky held dames when dancing. He wanted to hear those sweet nothings being poured into his good ear. He wanted to smell the Bucky’s cologne on his skin the day after the night before. He wanted to taste Bucky on his tongue. The thought of it all tortured him.

It continued to torture him over the next few months. Every day when Bucky came home from working the docks, covered in sweat, he’d start stripping off as soon as he walked through the door, discarding his clothes in a trail all the way to the bathroom as he yapped away about this, that and everything. Then he’d come out again, a threadbare towel, precariously anchored, low on his hips as he rubbed his hair dry with a matching one, his damp chest with its sprinkling of dark hair that Steve just itched to stroke, just there for anyone to see. He’d be making small talk with Steve, asking him how his day was and what was for dinner, as though Steve was his wife. The images this conjured in Steve’s mind did not make things any easier.

Then, to top it off, Bucky was a toucher. A hugger. Steve would often find himself pulled into a surprise embrace, or dragged down onto Bucky’s lap. Sometimes, if he were already on their ratty, lumpy couch, Bucky would sit down next to him, then lay his head in Steve’s lap and place Steve’s hand on his head, like a puppy asking for head scratches. Anyone of these could also happen when Bucky was still just in his towel. Steve didn’t know how long his heart - already not the best at doing its job - would hold out. It was inevitable that at some point, Steve would embarrass himself, he just didn’t know when.

“Hey, Stevie, d’ya know where my cologne is?” Bucky’s voice echoed across the small apartment while Steve stirred the soup on their hot plate. It was Friday night and Bucky was planning to go out, hence searching for his cologne. He’d also been trying to persuade Steve to come with, and Bucky would find a ‘nice dame’ for him to practise dancing with. 

Steve was not in the mood. He didn’t want to go out and meet girls. And he absolutely didn’t want Bucky doing it either. But he couldn’t say that, so he just stewed in his thoughts instead. If Bucky noticed, he didn’t say anything, but Steve had decided Bucky was oblivious to most things by now, because there was no way otherwise that Bucky couldn’t see the heart Steve was wearing on his sleeve.

It didn’t help that last time they’d gone out, Bucky having persuaded two girls to meet him and his friend down the Irish Bar, that the girl who had been designated as ‘Steve’s date’, had barely looked at him, let alone talked to him, and Steve had felt like a spare part the entire time, Bucky taking it in turns to dance with the two girls, while sending Steve sympathetic glances. Steve had ended up drinking too much that night and Bucky had had to practically carry him home. Steve still held onto the memory of Bucky’s hands holding him, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted.

“Steeeeevieeeeeeee!”

With a sigh, Steve turned off the hot plate and turned towards their bedroom, aiming to retrieve Bucky’s cologne right from where it had been left last Sunday. 

“Buck, you’re my best friend, not my child,” he chastised. However, at that moment fate decided it had had enough of Steve’s mooning and needed to put things to right in the most mortifying way possible. 

As Steve crossed the space, Bucky exited the bathroom, as usual only wearing a towel. Distracted by the sight of a rivulet of water running down between Bucky’s pecs, Steve tripped on his Ma’s rug and went sprawling towards the floor. He put his hands out in front of him, desperate to break his fall and not a bone, and his fingers automatically clutched around the fabric in front of him.

It was as he landed on the floor, cracking his right elbow, that he realised that whatever he’d grabbed wasn’t sturdily attached to anything. He shook his head and as his vision cleared he saw that in his hands was a towel. 

A damp towel. 

A towel that had been wrapped around Bucky, but wasn’t any longer.

Steve looked up from his position on the floor, then immediately closed his eyes, but it was too late. The image of Bucky’s bare cock had seared itself onto his retinas within those few seconds and suddenly Steve was worried he was going to have a panic attack and set off his asthma. At least if he died he wouldn’t be mortified for long.

“Hey,” Bucky asked, voice full of concern. “You okay there, pal?”

Steve swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and oversized for his mouth. “Yeah,” he somehow managed to force out. “I’ll get up in a moment. Just let me…” He knew he was blushing - it didn’t take much - and he hoped that Bucky would think it was because he was embarrassed from falling rather than seeing him. However, Lady Lucky was not on his side.

“Steve. Look at me.” There was something in Bucky’s voice. A tone that Steve hadn’t heard before, and it commanded him - he had no choice except to obey. He opened his eyes again and raised his head. His gaze lingered a moment too long on where it shouldn’t, before meeting Bucky’s eyes. Steve gasped at what he saw. Bucky’s eyes were dark, their normal ice blue reduced to a thin ring around widened pupils, and there was a flush on Bucky’s cheekbones. “You seem a bit taken with my cock there, buddy,” Bucky teased darkly and Steve blushed more, completely unable to hide his feelings any longer, consequences be damned. He was kneeling on the floor in front of his naked best friend - the man he loved damn it - eyes wide, mouth open and with what he was sure was a very obvious tent in his pants.

When Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and he asked “Do you wanna touch it, Stevie?” Steve’s whole body shuddered. “You can if you want,“ he coaxed. “Can even get those pretty lips on it as well if the feeling takes ya.”

Steve moaned, his eyes fluttering shut at just the thought. His fingers clenched into fists before opening again, spread wide as if searching for purchase. 

“I’ve seen you looking, doll,” Bucky continued. “Was wondering when you were gonna say or do something. Knew you had to get here in your own time. But fellas liking other fellas is more common than you think. I like you, Stevie. More than you know.”

Steve felt Bucky’s hand land on his head, Bucky’s calloused fingers threading through his straw coloured hair and Steve couldn’t help but lean into it. He wanted to do what Bucky had said, but he couldn’t do it on his own. He needed help.

“Buck….” he whispered, a plea to the man who was as important to him as god. He was going to hell with his eyes wide open.

“I gotchu, sweetheart,” came the answering drawl. “Put your hands on my legs to start with. They’re just my legs. You’ve seen ‘em lots before.”

Steve did what he’d been told, eyes open only a crack, and he felt the thick, coarse hairs of Bucky’s thighs tickle his palms. He couldn’t help but gently rub them up and down, hypnotised by the sensation, and heard Bucky chuckle.

“That’s it, Stevie,” Bucky coaxed. “Touching me’s not scary. What about a little higher?” Again, Steve did as he’d been asked, hands sliding up to grasp Bucky’s hip bones. Bucky’s cock was right there in front of his face, and through his hazy vision Steve could see that it was chubbed up, thick and heavy looking. Bucky was cut, befitting his religion, and there was a small drop of pre-cum on the very tip of it, inviting Steve to sin. 

Slowly, as if swimming in honey, Steve moved his right hand. He extended his index finger and gently ran it down Bucky’s length, swiping the drop from the end and then placing his finger in his mouth to taste it. He groaned as the salty, musky flavour burst over his tongue.

Bucky’s hand tightened in his hair and he let out a groan. “My sweet, dirty, Stevie. Fuck. Touch me again, sweetheart. Please.” Bucky might have been in charge of this encounter, but it seemed he wasn’t above begging. A thrill rippled through Steve at the realisation, buoying his confidence, and he extended his hand again, this time wrapping all of his fingers around Bucky’s rigid flesh. 

They both let out a sigh and Steve gave Bucky’s cock an experimental tug, delighting in how another pearlescent drop appeared from the slit. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. 

Steve leant forward and flicked his tongue over the tip of Bucky’s cock, collecting the liquid straight from the source and then a moment later he was taking his first, experimental suckle. It felt so right!

“God, Steve! Can’t believe this is finally happening.” Bucky babbled away and his other hand joined his first on Steve’s head, holding him in place as Steve explored with his lips and tongue, his right hand still lightly jerking the lower half of Bucky’s cock. His left hand slid from Bucky’s hip to cup his heavy-hanging balls, and Steve marvelled at how strange it was to be touching genitals that, while familiar looking, were not his own. However, he must have been doing something right, because Bucky’s hips kept jerking slightly, as though he were trying to keep still but was having a hard time doing so.

Feeling emboldened, Steve wondered how much of Bucky’s cock he could actually fit in his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and slid forward even further, until he felt the tip bump against his soft palate and he gagged. He drew back quickly with a spluttering cough, and tears rolled down his cheeks. A feeling of dread washed over him. Had he fucked up? Would Bucky push him away and call him names? However, much to Steve’s relief, Bucky instead moved his right hand and wiped Steve’s tears away with his thumb.

“Easy, doll. You gotta work up to that. Just do what’s comfortable. I can assure you, it’s perfect.”

Steve preened under the praise and returned his lips to worshipping Bucky. He increased the speed and firmness of the strokes of his hand, touching Bucky the way he touched himself, hoping that Bucky liked it. He sucked and licked at Bucky’s cock and fondled his balls with his other hand, feeling the undeniable urge to make Bucky come. He had to do it, had to prove to himself and Bucky that he could.

Bucky’s fingers in his hair hurt a bit, but it was a good hurt, each wave of sensation making its way to his own cock, trapped inside his pants. His knees ached from kneeling on the floor, but he didn’t care - all there was, was Bucky.

The only noises were those of Bucky’s panting and the wet slurps from Steve’s lips, until Bucky stilled Steve’s head, causing him to glance up.

“‘M gonna come, Stevie. Need to let you know that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep going.”

Steve pulled off reluctantly, but knew he had to answer. “Want you to come, Bucky. Wanna taste you.” He’d heard tales of girls who did this to boys and he wondered if any had done it for Bucky? Whatever the truth of it, he was gonna do it too. Show Bucky how much he loved him.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky groaned. “Gonna kill me with that mouth.”

Steve couldn’t help but grin. “That’s the plan,” he retorted and then went back to what was probably going to become one of his favourite things to do. 

Bucky hadn’t been lying though. His breathing got more ragged and his little hip thrusts became more frequent and intense as he lost the ability to control his reactions. Steve felt Bucky’s balls draw up within his palm and readied himself as best he could, taking as much of Bucky’s cock into his mouth as possible and sucking hard.

Bucky exploded with a drawn out moan, his cum filling Steve’s mouth at an alarming rate. Steve had no choice but to pull back to avoid choking. However, Bucky’s cock continued to spurt, and jets of white splattered over Steve’s face, dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. He swore some was even in his eyebrows, but he still continued to stroke Bucky’s cock until the flood reduced to a trickle and Bucky’s hand relaxed in his hair.

“Oh, God, Steve. Shit. Look at you!” Bucky dropped to his own knees and lifted his towel from the floor, using a corner of it to wipe the worst of his cum from Steve’s smiling, dopey expression. Then, in the next moment, he cupped Steve’s face in his hands and kissed him. Steve squeaked, taken aback by Bucky’s action and somehow finding this act more intimate than what they’d just done. 

Lips still joined, Bucky pulled Steve to his feet, and it wasn’t until Steve found himself scooped up in Bucky’s arms that he managed to find his way back to reality.

“W-what’s going on, Buck? What are you doing? Thought you were going out?” Confusion was writ large over his face. As much as he wanted Bucky to eschew his social life in favour of him, he hadn’t thought for a moment that it would happen.

“Like I’m gonna go out now? Why would I need to? I’ve got my best guy right here, and I’ve gotta treat him right.” He gave Steve a cheeky wink, and Steve realised what all those girls must have felt like.

“What d’ya mean ‘treat me right’,” he queried, intrigued as to what Bucky meant.

“Well,” said Bucky, cocking his head towards Steve’s lap as he placed him on his bed, “looks like you got a bit of an issue there, and thought I might return the favour if that’s alright with you.”

Steve grinned, his heart flipping in his chest in a way that wasn’t related to his ill-health. “More than alright, Buck. I can’t wait. I just apologise if I don’t last long.”

“Don’t worry, Stevie - I’ll just take it as a compliment.”

Chapter 2

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Adoption | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary -> It’s New Year’s Eve and you daughter wants to ask Steve a really important question.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 0.7k

Prompt -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo | B3 | Fireworks | @sweetspicybingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | I2 | Free Space | @anyfandomfluffbingo

A/N -> This is the last oneshot for 2023, I want to thank you all for the support. Happy new year and we see us 2024 with new oneahots, my requests are open so feel free to send an ask. Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for proofreading this one for me, it’s really appreciated.

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You look at your daughter next to you; she shifts from one foot to the other and holds a piece of paper in her hands. She is almost squeezing it, but you understand it. Eva is nervous.

“Mommy? Do you think he will like it?” she asks and looks at you with her bright blue eyes.

You nod, placing your hand on her shoulder to encourage her. With your other hand, you open the door and reveal your garden, where your husband, Steve, is standing with a few fireworks around him.

“There you are, my favorite girl,” he says, smiling and looking at your daughter.

She isn’t his biological daughter, but he treats her like she is. From the day you first met and you introduced your daughter to him, he loved her and acted like she was his little princess. And she is; he always tells her and loves her like his little princess.

She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly while he wraps around her small body and spins Eva a few times around. She giggles and raises her arms while Steve spins her around. After a few more rounds of spinning her, he lets her down and looks at you.

He walks a step closer and kisses you softly. Steve’s hands grip your waist to pull you close against him. You slide your hands into his short, blond hair.

“Ready?” he whispers with a questioning look at your daughter.

She immediately nods and presses the paper tightly against her small body. In a few minutes, she can finally ask him the question she wants to ask him so badly.

Steve lets go of you and lifts her up to place her a few steps away from the firework. Then he walks back to it and kneels down.

"Sure, you’re ready? You know it’s something uncle Tony made,” Steve jokes.

Eva nods and grabs your hand into hers. Her big blue eyes follow every movement of Steve, and she giggles softly.

“Sure, daddy,” she mumbles while Steve lights the firework.

Then he stands up and walks towards you. He stands on the other side of Eva and places his hand on your back. When you look at the fireworks Tony made a few days ago, you see different pictures of your small family appearing in the sky.

Tears are glistening in your eyes, and when you look at Steve, you see him tearing up too. He smiles at you, and then you feel your daughter letting go of your hand and taking a step forward.

“Dad?” she asks, and Steve looks down at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “It’s midnight in 30 seconds, and I want to ask something,” she continues.

“Ask away,” he says, his eyes brightening with excitement when she hands him the paper.

Steve takes it and reads the first word before his jaw drops.

Adoption

He immediately looks at Eva again and then back at the paper, continuing to read it. It takes a while before he understands all the written words on the paper.

“You- Are you sure? I would love to adopt you,” he says, the tears in his eyes slowly rolling down his cheeks.

The tears are out of joy, and he can’t hold them back anymore. He loves that girl; he is proud to be the one he calls dad and comes to when she needs something, but he doesn’t think she will ask him to adopt her.

“Yes,” she grins at him.

Steve hands you the paper, and before you can really hold it, he has your daughter in his arms and kisses her face over and over again. Making sure he doesn’t miss an inch of that soft skin.

“Of course, I will adopt you. This is the perfect new year’s present,” he mumbles, and Eva places her hands on his face to look into his eyes while she giggles sweetly.

Steve holds her close to him with one hand while he wraps the other around your waist and pulls you close, kissing your lips softly. The three of you enjoy the rest of the fireworks before you go inside to celebrate the day with your friends and family together.

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Project Freak Part Two - Eddie Munson x Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings:  Angsty af…and smut (oral, female receiving) 18+ Only. (Do not interact if under 18)

Summary:  You’re partnered up with the person you’d never be caught dead with. But the more you work alongside Eddie, the tension continues to build amongst eachother.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for your kind words about the first part! I hope enjoy the second part and lmk if I should keep this bs up or not lmao...Also I found the .gif on Pinterest so if anyone knows who made it DM me so I can give credit!

Eddie’s campaign went to absolute shit at Hellfire the next day. He wasn’t in the right headspace and made most of it up as he went which never worked in his favor. Henderson read him like an open book and because of that, he was able to get passed Eddie for every curveball he tried to throw. His head just wasn’t in the game and he hated knowing where it was instead of Hellfire.

Reminding himself of you grinding on his lap the other night, begging for him to make you feel good would have never been on Eddie’s bingo card. But now that it happened, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. How pretty you looked when you moaned his name and how badly he wanted to hear the sounds you made when you reached that high. He found himself wanting to be the one to give that to you. And he couldn’t understand for the life of him why.

You were insufferable. The mean cheerleader who acted like Eddie never even existed. If Eddie wasn’t partnered with you, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. He meant every word he said to you but the odd thing was he still wanted you now. Maybe it was because he wanted something he knew he’d never have. But then again, Eddie did have his hand in between your legs. So he did have you for a moment.

Normally when Eddie hooked up with a cheerleader it was because they had a motive. They wanted to sleep with an older guy or they wanted drugs and attention. They never bragged to their friends about them being with Eddie, he was their secret.

But Eddie would never sell you drugs simply because he didn’t like you and you knew that. And he heard about your fling with Steve Harrington last summer so you’d been with older guys to brag about. Eddie certainly wasn’t going to give you any type of attention because he knew you got plenty from all the other guys. But a part of him was interested in the idea of your little friends finding out you were begging Eddie to make you cum. He knew you would have a heart attack if that information ever got loose.

After packing everything up after Hellfire was dismissed, Eddie headed towards his van and stopped when he saw you leaning up against it. He nearly bursted out laughing as he got closer. The look on your face looked both annoyed and excited to see him at the same time which went straight to Eddie’s ego when he walked up to you, pulling his keys out of his back pocket and slid them into the back to stow away his things.

“What do I owe the pleasure, princess?” Eddie didn’t even look at you as he piled the van back up with each box. Grunting while he finished and slammed the doors shut with a smirk, “Because I know you aren’t here for a social call,” he didn’t know you well, but he knew you didn’t care enough about Eddie to just stop by. Why would you?

“You can tell me what the hell that was the other night?” you snapped at him with a hand on your hip. You knew you had no right to get angry with him but nobody had ever just led you on like that and left you unfinished. Why should Eddie Munson be the one to get that say? “Is that something you do to get off?!” you raised your voice now that nobody else was here.

Eddie stared at you blankly and hopped into the driver’s seat unbothered, “Actually, I go down on girls to get off,” he answered with a snarky grin. Pivoting himself to face you as he looked down on you from the van with a mocking pout, “Is that why you’re here because you’re mad I didn’t give you what you wanted?” You were too easy to tease. Especially now that Eddie saw how irritated you were getting when he pushed your buttons.

“I didn’t fucking want that, perv,” you scoffed and folded your arms in front of your chest. You weren’t going to give Eddie any satisfaction. Even though you knew you came here specifically looking for Eddie. And you knew that you were looking for Eddie because of what had happened. You weren’t going to be that easy though, “We need to discuss our project, freak,” you huffed.

“Okay, let's talk about the project then,” Eddie smiled a shit-eating grin knowing he had you at a checkmate. And he loved knowing that he got under your skin this much, “Clearly you came here with some idea, right?” he played it off to humor you but he saw it written all over your face and he was so close to laughing right in it. You pressed your lips together with another huffy breath, “Y-yeah…my idea for our project was,” shit, you thought to yourself as you quickly tried to think on your feet. You weren’t going to let Eddie think he had one over on you, “I think we need to get to the library over the weekend and do some research,” was the best you came up with.

“That is…very informative and helpful. I can certainly see why none of that could wait until class on Monday,” his voice was so dry and sarcastic it made your eyes roll. Eddie cleared his throat, adjusting his rings carefully while he eyed you up and down, “Now that we’re done thinking I’m stupid, why are you really here?” he tried again.

You chewed on the inside of your cheeks anxiously as you saw Eddie’s eyes travel down to your legs. This was a stupid idea and you knew you should have never come here. You didn’t even fully understand why it was on your mind to find Eddie today. You were pissed off and something kept nagging you to ask him what the hell his problem was. Besides the both of you hating each other's guts.

Eddie continued to stare and you knew he wasn’t going to budge until you spoke. Tensing your jaw you glared at him and sighed, “You were…mean to me the other night, Eddie,” you knew it sounded ridiculous the moment it came out of your mouth.

“Moi? Was mean…to you?” Eddie dramatically placed his hand against his chest with an exasperated tone. He had to admit he knew he was giving you a harder time than usual but then again, you did deserve it, “I wonder why,” his tone went flat as he realized this conversation wasn’t going anywhere but another argument, “Unless this is about the project, then I’m out of here, Y/N,” he slipped the key in the ignition.

“Sure…go find another girl to start something you can’t finish,” you waved him off unphased. He wanted you to beg for him to stick around and if he thought that was happening, he had another thing coming. You adjusted your cheer skirt and called his bluff the moment his eyes went to your ass. He could try and play the game but you knew how to win. You always did. But then again, you never played with Eddie before.

“Oh, I can finish it just fine, sweetheart. I just have no interest in finishing you…” Eddie saw your smirk switch to a frown before he laughed at your reaction. It really was too easy getting to you, “I don’t take demands from cheerleaders,” he added.

Eddie started his van and slammed the door shut when you backed away, He wasn’t that much of a dick where he’d ever want to hurt anybody. And as tempted as he was to do as he said and finish what he started, he didn’t want to give you what you wanted. At least not right away. But…it was…intriguing to say the least knowing that you wanted him suddenly. Almost as intriguing when Eddie refused to admit he wanted you in return.

“Hawkins Library. Tomorrow afternoon,” Eddie announced through the window as he looked at you. Eddie wasn’t one for games. But he was one for making sure people get what they deserve. You were a nasty, spoiled brat towards Eddie and he was going to make sure you knew that. “You can wear the cheer outfit if you want,” he winked teasingly, knowing it would piss you off.

You rolled your eyes and flipped Eddie off as he began to reverse out of the parking lot, “In your fucking dreams, freak,” you fought back when you realized you were never going to share any sort of common ground with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

Eddie was already in the library when you entered. You hesitated a moment and kept your distance while you saw him studying near the fantasy section. His nose was in his notebook, writing things down furiously and clicking his pen while he was lost in thought. You had been in this library so many times and never once saw Eddie in here. But maybe you weren’t really looking for him either.

You gripped your books and hugged them against your chest as you walked towards him. The library was empty today since it was a Saturday and nobody ever came here on the weekends. You walked passed the children’s section and approached Eddie, plopping your stack of books down on the table with an obnoxious thud knowing nobody would shush you today.

“You’re late, sweetheart,” Eddie’s eyes didn’t even leave his notebook and continued to take his notes. Research was never really his thing but since it was a project based on the Renaissance, he found it interesting and cool. So he actually was able to teach himself a few things and even get some ideas for his next campaign. Who knew school was useful for something?

Taking a seat beside Eddie, you pulled out a pen from your bag and opened your notebook, “You just said ‘afternoon,’ you never specified a time,” you reminded him dryly before you snatched one of the textbooks from his stack. He really loved to annoy you and you were beginning to loathe him even more if that were possible, “Sorry for having a life,” you threw in his face.

Eddie cackled as he grabbed a highlighter and colored a few paragraphs he thought were useful. “If you want to call sucking Jason’s dick and getting nothing in return a life then more power to you,” a part of him was bothered by the fact that you spent all your time with Jason. The guy was a fucking prick who didn’t care about anybody. Eddie didn’t have to know you to know that, “Tell me princess, does he know you used to live in a trailer park?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“No. And nobody ever will,” you answered simply. It was none of his concern but you didn’t want that trailer park defining your life. You had nothing but terrible memories from when you lived there. You were forced to move there with your dad after your parents divorced and you hated every moment of it.

It wasn’t that long ago but you already blocked out most of it. You remembered bits and pieces of Eddie being next door and that he or his uncle never bothered you. You actually recalled his Uncle Wayne being a really sweet guy and would hand out caramel lollipops for Halloween. But not even those small decent memories could make up for the years of feeling like the bottom of the barrel.

And you were sick and tired of Eddie judging you for wanting a better life than that. You saw how he mocked you for being a cheerleader and becoming popular. How was that fair? “It wouldn’t hurt you to actually do normal things for once, you know. I’m not a bad person because I’m a cheerleader,” you continued.

“No. You’re a bad person for thinking you’re better than me,” Eddie snapped as he passed you the section he had just highlighted, “Give that a look and let me know what you think,” he came here for school, not you. At least, he was telling himself that but the truth was he normally would have said this could’ve waited until Monday.

“I…I never said I was better than you, Munson,” you ignored his request and glared at him. Why did he have to push your buttons?

Eddie shook his head with a dry laugh, “You don’t need to. It’s written all over your face every time you speak to me or someone considered ‘below’ you. You may be pretty, but you’re also a real pain in the ass, you know,” his chair was turned towards you while he waited for you to read what he noted for the project.

“I’m a pain in the ass? That’s real good. Aren’t you the one who causes a scene at lunch every other day?” you gave him a knowing look as your eyes read though the yellow-highlighted sentences. This was actually good. Eddie was a lot smarter than you thought but you weren’t going to give him any sort of praise.

“Cause a scene? I stick up for my friends when they get picked on by...” Eddie began to do a small drumroll on the table with his palms, “You guessed it! Your fucking boyfriend! So you honestly want to say that I’m causing a sc-”

“Jason is not my fucking boyfriend,” you seethed through your teeth. You may have fooled around with Jason but it meant nothing to you. In fact, you couldn’t stand him half the time. Whenever you were around Jason, he treated you like an object. He had zero respect for you or any woman. “God! You’re so…presumptuous, Eddie. You really think you know me?” He had not a damn clue about the real you and you weren’t going to try and show him. It wasn’t worth it.

Eddie oddly felt a small hint of relief when you said Jason and you weren’t dating. And it felt even odder when he realized the two of you had been making eye contact for about three whole minutes now, “Must it be a blowout every time we speak? Can’t we just work on the project, Y/N?” He didn't want to go in circles. The two of you were way too stubborn to take a knee and just let things go.

“Fine,” you grabbed a piece of paper from your notes and brought it to the center. Your eyes still on Eddie’s, feeling his soft, chocolate brown buttons look at you as if they were trying to find you. You didn’t want to look away.

Swallowing thickly, Eddie took a breath as he grabbed the paper and his fingers brushed against yours. An electric current surged through his body the moment he made contact and he could tell you felt that too. His eyes remained locked on yours and he was a bit relieved that neither one of you decided to say anything because if you had, he probably wouldn’t have grabbed you and kissed you.

Eddie wasn’t sure what came over him, but something did. Maybe it was the night at his place or all of these weird pent up ideas and feelings towards you that had been resurfacing these last few days. He would never tell you the truth that he used to have a crush on you, not when you were hating his guts. So for now, he took his opportunity and when you didn’t pull away it made it almost worth it.

Without breaking the kiss, Eddie pulled you up from your seat and led you towards the back of the library in between two abandoned aisles. He backed you up against the bookshelf and leaned you up against it while his lips rolled over yours hungrily. His hands slid down to your waist while his tongue found yours, massaging them together as you moaned against his mouth which made his cock harden.

“Still wondering about me finishing what I start, sweetheart?” Eddie mumbled against your lips while his fingers slid underneath your plaid skirt. It wasn’t a cheerleader uniform, but you looked amazing in it. He knew you would look incredible in anything but he wasn’t about to inflame your ego.

“Still think I’m a pain in the ass?” you countered with a gasp when he pressed his thumb against your underwear, finding your clit with such ease. You really hated how good he was at that and how much it made you crave him.

Eddie brought his lips to your ear and dragged his teeth against your earlobe while he pulled your underwear to the side, “You are always a pain in the ass, Y/N,” Eddie let out a breathy laugh as he kissed you again before he slid two fingers into you, “But just be quiet for once? I’m trying to make you cum…” he spoke about it like it was nonchalant. But truthfully, he’d been thinking about making you feel good since that night.

           Your breath hitched while Eddie pumped his fingers in and out of you. Watching while he got down on his knees and placed one of your legs over his shoulder. His pupils were blown with lust as his tongue traced along your inner thigh. You had no idea why this came over you but you wanted Eddie to take care of you right now.

Bringing his tongue to your core, Eddie placed it flat against your clit. Wrapping his lips around the already very sensitive bud as he sucked harshly on it and inserted a third finger into you. You were soaking wet for him, which only made him harder. He wanted to be inside you so badly but right now he wanted to see what he could do to you with just mouth. Because he had a strong feeling most men couldn’t do that for you.

“Tell me, Princess, how many guys have given you an orgasm before?” He licked a stripe against your clit before he circled it with his thumb, “My guess is zero,” he teased before he moaned right up against your core.

You cussed under your breath and gripped onto Eddie's curls for some relief. “S-shut up…” you could barely form a sentence from the way Eddie was making you feel. “Why do you care, freak?” You managed to get out before you moaned for him again.

“Because the guy you hate is going to make you cum so fucking hard…and you just got wetter from that,” Eddie was actually turned on by the thought himself. Not one guy that you dated was able to do the job? Eddie knew he was going to get you there. Not because he wanted to. Mainly because he wanted you to have the reminder that the Freak of Hawkins High was the one and only guy to give you an orgasm.

Eddie slid his wet, decorated fingers against your lips, watching as you sucked on them. Tasting yourself off his digits, he smirked at you before he slipped them back inside you, “You actually look really hot when you’re horny,” Eddie praised before he sucked on your clit again. Your body writhing from his touch while he tried to keep you still against the bookshelf.

His name fell from your lips like a quiet prayer. Doing your best to keep quiet in the back of the library while Eddie’s tongue went inside of you. Your body was on fire and you were doing everything you could to hold back from begging him to bring you to the edge. The way Eddie’s mouth was on you was nothing you ever experienced and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuck…Eddie…” you whimpered as your hips tried to move against his mouth but his hand kept you in place. You yanked on his curls a bit while you bit your lip, “Please…” you knew you were stroking his ego by asking him but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Eddie didn’t want to leave you like he did the other night. He wanted to see you fall apart. For him. He looked up at you and winked, “Aw, I know baby, I know….show me you can be a good girl then…” He pressed his thumb against your clit and circled it slowly, “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he grinned before he brought his lips to your clit for the final time.

It was all you needed and then you felt the coil inside of you start to snap. You cried Eddie’s name as quietly as you could while you came undone for him. Your body writhed in bliss while he continued to tend to your clit, helping you ride your high out as his fingers pumped in and out of you with your warmth surrounding them.

Kissing your thigh, Eddie calmed you down while you came down from the euphoric bliss he had just put you in. He was hard as a rock but he’d deal with that later. Making his rival cum for him in the back of the library was something he’d think about for….a while. Even if you couldn’t stand each other. He liked being the one to make you fall apart. And he’d do it again if he got another chance.

Eddie helped you get decent before he stood back up, his eyes meeting yours. It was as if you were hesitant, like you wanted to kiss him or return the favor. You stood there silent, watching while Eddie fixed your skirt back into place and gave you a grin that made your heart swell for a moment.

“You’re welcome, Princess,” Eddie tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and laughed at your nonexistent words, “Wow. If going down on you was going to leave you so speechless I should’ve done that ages ago,” he added cheekily.

“It never happened,” you quickly fought back and pointed at him. You didn’t know if Eddie was the type to go around to people and brag about his conquests but you weren’t going to take that chance. “Never. Got it?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie pursed his lips, “You’re a piece of work, you know that?” He breathed out a laugh as he waited for his cock to ease up a bit. He ran his palm over his face with a sigh, “I won’t tell a soul,” he saw the hesitance in your eyes and raised his hand as if he were taking an oath, “I promise, okay?” He tried once more.

You actually felt guilty when you saw the look on his face. It was like he’d been in a position like that before where he was told he needed to be a secret.  There was certainly a lot more to Eddie than what met the eye and you figured he’d never peel those layers back for you. But you did wonder if he got hurt in the past by another girl and if so, who?

If you didn’t know any better, you almost felt something about Eddie.

Straightening your shirt you nodded shyly, “Thanks,” you whispered as you smoothed your hair out while Eddie led you back towards your things. You felt his eyes on you as you walked towards the table but quickly turned to him and cleared your throat, “I didn't mean it like…I mean, I’m sure if your friends found out about me they’d probably give you shit,” you stumbled all over your words as if you were now nervous to even speak to Eddie.

“My friends aren’t like yours…not that I have many,” he shrugged. His eyes went down your body and back towards your face with another shrug, “And you really think they’d be giving me shit for getting a fucking cheerleader saying my name in the back of the library?” he almost couldn’t believe he said that to your face.

“Why are you saying nice things to me?” you asked, curious yet suspicious.

Eddie shook his head. Did you enjoy being stubborn that much that you couldn’t accept any sort of kindness from him?

“I’ll let you in on a secret, princess…” he leaned closer to her, smiling a bit when you mirrored his actions and also leaned in. “…you don’t always have to be such a brat when someone is nice to you. Especially if they’re the only guy who could make you cum.”

You huffed but couldn’t help thinking that you wanted to be with Eddie like that again…but also learn more about what was in that freak head of his. “Maybe you don’t have to be a know-it-all all the time,” you shrugged innocently as you picked up your books. You had a feeling after the events that had just taken place that neither one of you were going to get any work done.

“That does it,” Eddie shook his head and marched over towards you and grabbed you by the wrist, “Get in my van, princess,” it was a demand that almost came out like a growl while the two of you headed outside.

“What the fuck? For what?” You pulled your hand out of his grip and stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Whipping your head around to glare at him while you kept your books clutched by your chest. “My parents taught me not to get in creepy vans with freaks,” you retaliated.

“You have such a smart mouth…it’s almost like you want to be punished,” Eddie answered in your ear as he unlocked the van, “And I’ll fuck that brattiness right out of you if it’s the last think I do, sweetheart. Do you want to keep playing?” his tone was even yet the way he was speaking to you felt like nothing you had heard before.

Breathing out a laugh, you scoffed at Eddie and gave him a look, “I’m waiting…”

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End of the Line: Hank Loza x Reader

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Hank doesn’t expect you to make it home for Christmas. You’re in Berlin, doing an interview and photoshoot spread for one of the magazines you work for. You’d promised him you’d be home on the twentieth, he’d held off decorating his place until then thinking it was something the two of you could do together. You’d called on the day to tell him you’d had to switch your flight to Christmas Eve because the tattoo artist you were interviewing’s availability had changed.

He ends up putting up the tree and hanging up the baubles by himself because he’s bringing his mom here from the home on Christmas Day and he wants it to feel festive.

When you call him on Christmas Eve, he knows it’s bad news. You were supposed to be on your flight two hours ago. He has plans to pick you up from the airport with Riz’s pickup truck. A storm has moved in, you tell him, they’re grounding all flights until it shifts. He puts down the phone with a heavy heart. He knows you’re trying but he is too. Your career is important, he gets that, but he’s starting to feel less and less of a priority.

It’s Christmas Day when he gets a knock on the door. He’s wearing an apron when he answers, the turkey in the oven. His mom is in his Lazy Boy watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.

You’re standing at the door with your rucksack slung over your shoulder, the one you use for travelling. You look exhausted, he guesses a fourteen-hour flight will do that to you.

Over dinner it becomes clear you’re fatigued from your journey. You’re almost falling asleep at the table. You try to soldier through it, but there’s more than a couple of times he sees your eyes flicker closed.

It’s a repeat performance of your last few trips back to Santo Padre because even when you’re here, you’re not really present. You’re run down and tired, prepacking for your next trip. You’re trying to make this work the best you can, but the truth is it isn’t. You aren’t around to support him when he needs you, and he can’t be there to share your experiences.

It’s the next day he addresses the issue. You’re sitting down to breakfast, a cup of coffee in your hand and your rucksack already packed and by the door because tomorrow you’re shooting off to Naples.

“I think we both know this isn’t working.” He says as he takes your hand in his. “It’s nobody’s fault. I think we’re in two separate places, I want to settle and you…”

He trails off, struggling to find the words.

“I need more than you can give.” He says quietly.

He’s right, you know he is. The travelling back and forth to Santo Padre is leaving you stretched too thin. Usually, you move from assignment to assignment but the fact you keep coming here, eats up your time, your energy. By the time you make it back, you’re barely here a day or two before you have to go again. The time you do spend with Hank is limited and truthfully, you’re usually recovering from the flight in.

“I know.” You say softly, your eyes stinging. “I thought we could make this work…”

Hank reaches out, his thumb chasing away the tears that trickle down your cheek.

“We tried right?” He says, his voice breaking. “I think that’s all that matters, the two of us tried.”

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So I feel as if I should preface that basically any story I write will either be chubby oc or chubby reader. Chubby, midsize, thick, whatever you want to call it. This doesn't mean you can't read and appreciate my stories if you're not that, but please do not come on my blog and expect anything else. Anyways, enjoy pt. 3!

Inspired by @puff0o0 's artwork!

Your alarm blares next to you, signaling the start of the new day. You sit up and stretch, your shoulders giving a satisfying pop!

The outside temperature was just perfect for the mid-length plaid skirt and white sweater you picked, accompanied by your gray thigh highs that just squished your plush thighs a little.

You check yourself one last time in the mirror after applying your lip gloss, turning around to pop your butt out a little to admire your figure. A smile appears on your face. Despite your schedule problem, today is going to go great because you're just so cute :3.

A few minutes after you get to the bus stop, the long yellow vehicle pulls up to the curb and the doors screech open. You step on and make your way to the back, where there are hopefully no underclassmen to bother you. The sun is just coming up as the bus starts moving, and you take a sip of your water.

Unfortunately, your bus ride was full of screeching freshmen and thus annoyed upperclassmen who all moved further back to where you were, meaning you were rather claustrophobic the whole ride. But no matter, you were at school now. You step into the all-important senior hallway and find your homeroom. Hm, seems like I'm early...

You sit down at an empty desk, not particularly caring where because your friends weren't going to be there anyways. Some other students started to trickle in as the minutes went by. A group of girls who also seemed to enjoy pink like you did, a pair of jock-ish looking boys, a girl with pretty ruby red hair, and a larger, louder group of boys that made you roll your eyes.

The teacher was a younger, mousy woman with brown hair and round glasses. She sat at her desk, reading a book and occasionally glancing at the door. Eventually the bell rang and she got up to close the door, closed the door, and stood in front of the whiteboard to give the usual first day of school spiel.

She didn't get very far before being interrupted by the sound of someone running in combat boots outside her door, and a very polite knock. Rolling her eyes, she opened the door, and in stepped König, wearing plaid pajama pants and a black bland t-shirt. His hair was in his face somehow, despite it clearly being hastily tied back.

"What's up, Mrs-" He started.

"Find a seat, young man!" The teacher quickly interrupted, resulting in some students snickering as König nervously looked around for an empty seat.

How does he survive in life... You think to yourself as you put up your hand to offer the seat next to you. He quickly rushes over to you, almost tripping over someone's backpack, earning another set of giggles from students in the class. He takes his seat, muttering something in German as the teacher starts up her lecture again.

"Hello again." König whispered to you.

"Hey, didn't know you went to the same school as me, weird how I haven't seen you around-"

"And as some of you may know, Washington High recently closed and merged with the student body of this school." The teacher announced exasperatedly at the front of the class.

It made sense now, as to why you were separated from people you knew and why you saw so many new faces that morning.

"You're from that other school, aren't you?" You breathed.

"Mhm."

"That makes sense."

The brown-haired woman at the front began handing out some papers to the class. You internally groaned as you received yours, realizing it was a "Get to know them" bingo activity. König seemed to have the same grievances, rolling his eyes and putting his cheek in his palm.

"Uhhhh, lived in a different state before coming here...?" You queried, looking at him.

"Oh, how could you guess? Does an entire different fucking country count?" He laughed.

"Well, I think it would be close enough. Germany?"

"Austria. Moved in middle school because parents and my dad's job."

"I see."

"Favorite color is not on the rainbow, hmmmm."

He looks you up and down.

"Couldn't guess, I think you like green."

"Mhm." You reply as while signing one of his squares.

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As the day went on, you determined that you shared multiple classes with the tree-sized boy. You even almost shared lunch together before his band friends yanked him to their table.

You ended up sitting with that group of girls from earlier, and getting along just fine. They were similar to you, even if they seemed to be a bit more of popular crowd.

You went straight home after school, and after changing out of your clothes you fell asleep soon after you hit the bed.

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