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floshav · 6 months

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part 2 to my last rodrick fic which u can read here !

summary: Rodrick proves his likeness for y/n through a spontaneous kiss leaving her smitten and dazed. However, thoughts of Heather still lingered in her mind, constantly being reminded of the blonde girl whenever she passed by. "Does Rodrick still like her?" "Does he even like me?" What happens when Heather suddenly takes interest in Rodrick after ignoring him for years just because she can't let y/n get what she wants.

wc: 2k plus

warnings: allusions to smut, heavy make out

2 weeks later...

the kiss, no not just the kiss but the two kisses rodrick and y/n shared that night resulted in their relationship. She had been left smitten and the feeling was one of those that even if you wanted to forget, you couldn't. The heart racing, blush inducing feeling of getting kissed on by rodrick the boy she'd been crushing on for years, with his rough boy lips which still managed to be soft and plush because well, he was Rodrick after all.

It was now a plain old Monday and she was lost daydreaming in her Calculus class, or was it english? She couldn't bother to take notice.

"Alright, take out your calculators and flip to page 56. We'll be grinding through the workbook today class!" Ms. Smith yelled whilst her big buggy glasses fell down the tip of her nose bridge, stopped by her finger which shoved them back in place. Y/n couldn't care less. Her mind was swarmed with what happened 2 weeks ago.

His lips grazed hers one more time, this time softer and one might say more lovingly if she was in a state of delirium. She felt his slender hand creep up the side of her hip brushing it against her shirt so so gently. He broke off the kiss and his face was so close to hers she felt as if she might faint right then and there. The boy who was rough, impatient and borderline rude crumbled in-front of her. She'd never seen Rodrick like this before. Each freckle, each fine line, each perfect imperfection visible to her now. She'd imagined this image thousands of times before, but never had she imagined it to come true. Rodrick hesitated before saying his next words "I- I really like you y/n. And- and i just want to set that clear before you try showing up to my house drunk silly again. You were being so wreck less you know that?" He chuckled dorky-ly ever so slightly which made her heart pound just a little harder. Her heart fluttered at how he cared for her.

"M'sorry I-i just, m'just so jealous." She slurred as her eyes began to tear up with a mix of happiness, jealousy, anger and most of all, sadness. "Why? You know i'm here for you and you only, stupid." Rodrick whispered so softly against her lips but y/n's mind swarmed with confusion. "B-but you always *hiccup* talk about Heather." She sighed as she let herself fall into her hands. "Makes it *hiccup* hard to believe" She said again. "I-" He moves further back and a familiar ache rises to her chest, one of abandonment. "She was just someone I was infatuated in. Nothing more. Fuck. If i really liked her, would i have kissed you back? Let alone kiss you again?" He said making eye contact this time. He looked absolutely illegal. The way his hair was his usual mess, his blown out eyeliner smudged beneath his fox eyes. His puffy lips. Everything about him made her feel unreasonably hot in the cool weather. "S-so no more feelings for her?" "No. no more." he said so seriously it made her scared. "In fact, she's an asshole and i don't want any part of her in my life." He said whilst memories of what Heather did earlier fled his mind. Rodrick plants a kiss at the corner of y/n's lips and this time she knows it was meant lovingly. Still, at the back of her mind, the one aching question lingered, didn't he say he loved her?

"Y/n?" "Ms y/n?" She blinked and the memory was interrupted by an annoying voice. "Do you care to open your workbook? Or do you intend on staring at the cover for the next hour?" Ms Smith's breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck waking her from her daydreams of what happened that hazy night.

"Yea, sorry ms smith." She smiled tightly before flipping to page 66 or 57 the page number was was a blur to her, but an open book would do.

He planted a soft kiss at the crook of her neck.

suddenly her mind wandered to what happened later that night.

Hand riding up under her shirt. "is this okay?" His voice was earnest and soft against the skin of her neck.

her thighs clenched together unintentionally and she felt ashamed for imaging such lewd things. She'd been daydreaming about that night for the past few weeks. Each week making her crave for more until she felt sick. Rodrick hadn't made a move like that on her ever since, and she was just too shy to even ask so images in her mind would do for now.

He unclasped her bra in one swift motion and it made her question if he'd done this before, with... Heather? No, can't be, she doesn't even care for him. Right?

The kissing started to turn into making out and y/n felt his breathing falter when she brushed her pinky against his crotch by accident.

"Fuck do you even know what you're doing right now-"

"Ms. y/l/n!" Just as quickly as it started, her daydreaming had come to a halt.

"I've been calling your name for the past 5 minutes. Care to share your answer to the whole class? I assume you didn't even hear the question number i gave you. Number 5! Now." Ms. Smith tried to hush her yelling down to be more precarious.

"Sorry Ms." Y/n sighed before making her way to the black board with a dumb empty mind filled with Rodrick.

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The same could be said about Rodrick. His usual sleepiness that was met with classes vanished ever since that night. Instead of sleeping, he was putting his pretty dumb brain to use by thinking. Thinking about y/n. Every night, everyday, every moment. He'd be lying if he said that she was the only girl he'd ever gained feelings for, because Heather Hills did exist. But it was true when he said he didn't like her anymore.

"Mmm- Aaah- R-rodrick p-please not my neck."

"Shhh, just one more kiss y/n, please."

"F-fuck!"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUC-"

Before Rodrick's dream could get any steamier he was awoken to the sound of Heather cursing just beside him, clearly to get someone's attention.

"FUCK! how am i going to do this!!!" Heathers voice was painfully exaggerated and Rodrick couldn't help but cringe. Was this the girl he was smitten by before?

"Oh- Hey Roddy!" Heather smirked as she twisted her body to face him.

Rodrick's head was rested on his arm and he couldn't help but look at her with dead eyes, clearly annoyed.

"You.... you play the drums right?"

"Mmm" Rodrick groaned as he scratched his temple, he was surprised at how much he didn't care for THE Heathers presence anymore.

"Was wondering if.... You'd wanna play a gig at my birthday party?"

Rodrick's eyes lit up. A gig? That was a once in a blue moon occasion to rodrick's ears. But reality struck him when he remembered it was Heather who was asking.

"Mmm sorry Heather, don't think i can." Though it ached him to decline the gig, he knew you wouldn't like it so he sucked it up. Rodrick felt a sense of pride when he realised he didn't stumble over his words around her anymore.

"Awwww but why! I'll pay you 50 bucks an hour, and you know my parties last long." She feigned a girly voice as she batted her long eyelashes which icked Rodrick out.

50 bucks an hour..... The offer was tempting but, you were even more tempting.

Before Rodrick could answer, you walked in the class with a goofy smile, ready to see your Rodrick with..... Heather.

Heather shot back daggers through a fake soft smile. The type she'd give to a teacher after almost being caught doing something.

"Oh... Hello there y/n! Sorry, Rodrick was just telling me about how he'd love to play drums at my party. Isn't that right Rodrick?"

"Wh- No?" Rodrick scoffed out, eyes squinting at the mischievous blue eyed blonde.

"Oh c'mon, don't lie to y/n just because you pity her! You're a man! Act like one." Heather said as she got up from her chair slightly agitated at the fact Rodrick didn't play along.

"See you there Roddy." Heather said before smirking and popping out her ass dramatically.

roddy... That nickname made y/n's blood boil and she never wanted to hear it again.

"I swear! I-I did not agree to any of the shit she just yapped about." Rodrick panicked whilst stumbling over his words like a nervous teenager, that familiar feeling rising again but this time towards y/n.

"Hard to believe Rodrick. Or should i say Roddy... God! i shouldnt have been so naive. I'm so stupid! I thought you were over her." Y/n lashed out before storming out the classroom in a hurry, not thinking straight.

"Wait! Fuck. That fucking bitch Heather." Rodrick sighed out as he reached for the class door.

You found yourself slanting against a crusty brick wall beside a half broken vending machine. You don't know why you overreacted so fast without even bothering to hear Rodrick's explanation but maybe it was because you were so stupidly insecure. You quickly fumbled around your pants pockets to find an old packet of ciggs you remembered you left there. There were 2 left so you lit one up and breathed in the pure comfort. It felt nice to not care just for a second with the cigarette around. When it could have gotten more peaceful you heard a set of obnoxious dorky feet approach you.

"Hey." Rodrick said lightly as he squatted down to your eye level, lanky hands hanging by each sides of his knees.

It made you jump a little and your facade of wanting to remain mad slowly revealed itself. You couldn't help but suppress a tight smile from leaking out.

"What" You said as you blew a whiff of smoke away from his face. His heart fluttered at the small gesture.

"I really did not agree to what Heather told you." He said seriously which was a rare look on Rodrick.

"Are you sure? Cuz it seems like you two are getting along just fine" Y/n sighed as she pushed her hair back, Rodrick's heart beat pounding harder by the second.

"Please, believe me I- I really did not agree to anything, I-I really want you to believe me please." Rodrick was pleading which was something she only saw when he was lovesick. At that moment she knew he couldn't harm her emotionally.

"Alright. Fine, I believe you." Y/n said with a tired voice, though deep down she was glad she could read Rodrick like an open book.

"Im so sorry." Rodrick sighs before nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck, still a nervous wreck whenever he handled her.

She releases her cig and reaches in to hug him back tightly and lovingly before breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. Far better than a cig.

Just around the corner was a cheeky little Heather, listening in to every single decibel of the convo. Heather tightly rolled her eyes and scoffed before it turned into a smirk. Something clicked in her head. She knew what she had to do.

She was going to fake it till she made it.

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lol i feel like this story deserves a pt3 so if this does well i will continue it! I know this has been a long times worth of progress but i've been procrastinating writing like crazy lately and i've only started getting back into it. Anyway please do request because i'm always bored and free !

#rodrick fanfiction #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley fanfiction #rodrick imagines #rodrick smut #smut #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick fanfic #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #rodrick x y/n #not my rodrick

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little-diable · 8 months

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Hair - Spencer Reid (smut)

This came to me as I was listening to "Hair" by Suriel Hess. I know this situation has been used numerous times before, but I felt like it fits the song just too well. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The team is sent to the place (y/n) had left about ten years ago, leaving all her trauma and sorrows behind. But as she has run ins with familiar faces, Spencer has to pick up the pieces, catching her before she can fall.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, outdoor sex, bits of possessiveness, colleagues to lovers, some angst (see summary)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (2.4k words)

“(Y/n), can I speak to you for a moment?” Hotch’s voice echoed through the morning, forcing (y/n) to slow down, watching the rest of the team disappear down the hallway. Wordlessly she followed Hotch into his office, arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting for her boss to start talking. “We’re going back to your hometown.”

“I know, Hotch, listen-“ he interrupted her with a raise of his hand, making her straighten her posture even more. For a few seconds neither of them said a word, clinging to the silence now engulfing them. She felt his intense gaze on her, felt him reading her every micro-expression, awfully aware of the tension holding her body hostage.

“I’ll trust you to be honest with me, you tell me if you want out.” She nodded her head, keeping her lips pressed together, till Aaron let go of a sigh, murmuring a short “I’ll be down in a few”, watching (y/n) leave the office.

With her heart pounding, and her mind racing (y/n) grabbed her go-bag, finding her way to the rest of the team. It’ll be alright, it has to be.

You're afraid, said people get too comfortable, need a change, said there's something else you're looking for

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“(Y/n)?” Spencer’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, hazy eyes finding his concerned ones. He was standing closer than she had anticipated, almost taking a step back. Her colleague stared her down, waiting for her to speak.

„I, uhm, sorry. What did you say, Spence?“ (Y/n)’s voice trembled, needing to clear her throat. He took a step back, turning to his bag, seemingly deep in thought. She watched him unpack, carefully placing his things down on the hotel bed they were supposed to share for the duration of this case.

“Just asked if you’re okay, that’s all. You know you can talk to me, right?” With a sigh leaving her (y/n) plopped down on the bed, groaning as she rubbed her eyes.

“I know, I promise I’m alright. It’s just been a long day.” Spencer watched her for a few more seconds before he placed the book he was now holding down, walking closer once again. He sat down next to her, hands folded in his lap.

“It must be hard being back here.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her groan from leaving her, angrily rising to her feet with her hands tugging on the roots of her hair. Frustration thumped through her veins, filling her body with every passing second. She hated being treated like this, hated being looked down on like a ticking time bomb about to rip them all to shreds.

“Not you too, Spencer, please. Just drop it.” Spencer had to watch her reach for her jacket, unable to stop her from leaving their shared hotel room, leaving nothing but a simple “I’ll be back later” to echo through the room.

He didn’t pick up on the shallow breaths leaving her, he didn’t pick up on the way she fumbled with her fingers, scratching the fabric of her leather jacket. Spencer didn’t pick up on the tears welling up in her eyes, and not even (y/n) did, at least not till she left the hotel with a tear dripping from her chin.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms tightly around herself, walking the streets she hadn’t walked in over ten years. A strange melancholic feeling flushed through her, a feeling so threatening (y/n) couldn’t stop her body from guiding her to the home she had cut ties with back then.

Her eyes took in the familiar walls, the windows she had once looked out of. Pain tugged at her heart, a sensation so blinding, (y/n) had to force her teeth into her lower lip. She couldn’t stop her eyes from focusing on the frame of people appearing in the windows, making her heart skip a few beats.

If you're bored to death with your hair, you can cut it, maybe you'll feel something new, change what you want when you want if you want it, I'll still feel the same about you

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“Reid and (y/n), go back to the scene. I want you to talk to the neighbour again, she must have heard something.” Wordlessly (y/n) followed Spencer to the black SUV, watching him pull out of the station, eyes set on the road ahead.

“When did you come back?” Their eyes met for a few seconds, before Spencer switched his attention back onto the road, not picking up on the pained expression tugging on her features. She had a hard time speaking up, opting to take a sip of her coffee before she gave in.

“Around two. I’m sorry Spence, I didn’t mean to lash out on you.” A smile tugged on his lips, a smile so bright (y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound got stuck in her throat as Spencer’s hand found her knee, softly squeezing. He pulled his hand back within seconds, and yet her mind couldn’t help but focus on the tingling sensation the touch had left, a sensation so strong (y/n) had to avert her gaze, staring out of the window.

There had been something going on between the two of them for months, unspoken feelings, unfamiliar sensations, unaddressed longings. Whatever it was, it kept the both of them on their toes, wondering if they should do something about the way their hearts skipped beats whenever they were close, wondering if they should do something about the heat flushing through their systems whenever their eyes met. Both Spencer and (y/n) knew that they could easily lose their jobs, not daring to go against the laws they were supposed to follow.

“I just want you to know that I’m always here for you, that’s all.” His words forced her eyes back to his features, admiring the handsome profiler who was now parking the car. With a soft “I know” leaving her, (y/n) followed him out into the warm morning, standing a few steps behind him as he knocked on the red door, waiting for the witness (y/n) hadn’t met just yet.

(Y/n)’s breath got hitched in her chest as the door was pushed open, exposing a familiar face she hadn’t seen in almost a decade. The elderly woman’s eyes met hers, pupils dilating before a smile tugged on her lips, inviting the two in. Before (y/n) could even begin to speak greeting words, she was pulled in for a tight hug, a sensation so lovingl, (y/n) feared she’d break out in tears all over again.

“Oh (y/n), it’s so good to see you again.”

Sure, there's a chance that, one day, you'll regret it, and that day might feel like the end, your hair will grow back, honey, don't you forget it, I'll love you now 'til when it's long again

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“Where are we going?” (Y/n)’s murmurs filled the car, watching the police station pass by. Spencer kept driving, not replying as a grin tugged on his lips. She chuckled his name, watching him shake his head. The familiar streets tugged at her heartstrings, wondering how Spencer knew how to navigate through the area, not seeing through his plan just yeet

Only as they entered a familiar area of the forest did (y/n) slowly realise where he was taking her. Her eyes snapped back to his, murmuring Spencer’s name.

“You remember?” Months ago, as they were trying to pass time on the jet, the two of them had played a game of twenty questions, learning more about one another. While he had told her about his mother, about his time in school, about the struggles he had faced, she had told him all about this very place, the safe spot she had ran to whenever things at home got messy.

“Of course I do, I knew it’d come in handy one day.” The SUV began to slow down, parked near the lake (y/n) had spent most of her summers at. He watched her get out, watched her walk closer to the body of water, soaking up the silence, the sunshine, the comfort now filling her body.

“Thank you, Spence.” Slowly he came to a halt next to her, sending (y/n) a smile before he forced himself to avert his gaze. But (y/n) kept looking at him, clinging onto the unfamiliar confidence guiding her on, reaching for his jaw, feeling the shadow of his beard scratching her thumb, tilting his head back towards her. There was no need to speak up, no need to explain what was about to happen, like two magnets pulled closer, they crossed the distance between them. Their lips met slowly at first, trying to adjust to the new sensation, trying to get familiar with one another’s lips.

A moan rumbled through (y/n) as Spencer pushed her against the SUV, nestling between her thighs without breaking the kiss once. She felt his left hand wandering down her back, pushing her even closer, not wanting to let go just yet. Both searched one another’s closeness, clinging to the racing of their heart, to the heat making them shudder.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her hands from finding his shirt, toying with the first few buttons, popping one open before Spencer pulled back, desperate to catch his breath.

“We shouldn’t do this here, I want you to be comfortable.” She didn’t give him any time to inhale another shaky breath of air, only shaking her head.

“I’m as comfortable as I can be, I need you, Spence, please.” With a groan rumbling through him, he pulled her back down from the hood of the black SUV, toying with the button of her trousers. Their lips found back together once again, desperate to free themselves from the clothes keeping them separated. Without another warning, (y/n) found herself being turned around, front pushed against the hood she had been sitting on moments ago.

“We have to be quick, I don’t want to risk anybody seeing you like this. I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Her heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness dripping from his words, making her walls clench around nothing. All (y/n) could do was listen to the sounds Spencer produced, giving room to a moan leaving her as the breeze met her now bare cunt, a sight that forced a similar sound out of Spencer.

His hand found her heat, finding her pulsing bundle of nerves, rubbing it just enough to heighten her senses, to make her toes curl. (Y/n) found herself struggling to hold on, needing to claw her fingernails into something, not used to her body reacting to these kinds of touches with a sensation this intense.

“I want to take my time with you, want to treat you just like you deserve to be treated, but fuck, I need to feel you around me, I’ve been waiting too long for this to happen.” The sound of his teeth ripping open a silvery foil packet echoed through the air, once again leaving her tensing. All (y/n) could do was moan a soft “Me too”, making a smirk tug on his lips.

Spencer pushed into her from behind, slowly, carefully, giving the both of them a few moments to adjust before he pulled back out – only to push back in with more force. He fucked her with calculated thrusts, knowing exactly how and where to touch her, disappearing inside of her deeper and deeper with every thrust. Spencer stretched her perfectly, making her squeeze her eyes shut, unable to hold back with the sounds clawing through her.

The sound of their bodies meeting could be heard from all around them, giving into the longing that has kept them awake for nights on end, guiding them through each and every morning. (Y/n) desperately wanted to see the pleasure tugging on Spencer’s features, needing to watch him slowly unfold, but the ferocious thrusts of his didn’t give her any time to ponder over her thoughts, forgetting her own name whenever his cock pressed against that one sensitive spot.

“Feels so good, Spence, so good.” His raspy chuckles left her walls fluttering, a sensation forcing a few moans out of Spencer. Both could tell that the other was close, unable to hold back after dreaming of this moment for so long. And yet neither of them wanted to give in just yet, holding onto the seconds fading by way too quickly.

“My pretty girl, so fucking tight, so perfect for me.” (Y/n)’s hand found its way to her bundle of nerves, rubbing it in sync with the pace of his ruthless thrusts, pushing herself closer and closer to the edge. Like a burning match alighting a fuel station Spencer set her body on fire, making her tremble and moan as she came with his name rolling off her tongue.

“Don’t stop, Spence, don’t.” Her murmurs guided him on, fucking into her for a few more seconds before he let go with a groan, forehead pressed against her clothed spine. Spencer gave it some more thrusts before he pulled away with a sigh, letting go of her to redress, throwing the condom into the close by trash can.

He pulled her in for another kiss, cradling her face in his warm hands. Both stared at one another, unable to bite down their smiles, at least not till the sound of his phone echoing through the air ripped them apart, realising how much time had passed since they’d left the station. And with a chuckle rumbling through them, they began to drive back, fingers interlaced, hearts intertwined.

Your hair will grow back, honey, don't you forget it, I'll love you now 'til when it's long again

#Spencer Reid smut #Spencer Reid imagine #Spencer Reid x reader #criminal minds

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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hear me out, jus fluffy cuddling with ao'nung 👀

My Flower

summary: after a long day all ao'nung craves is to be in your arms

0.7k words fem!metkayina reader, lots of fluff!

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It had been a tiring day for Ao’nung. Between hunting, helping his mother with her duties and teaching those dreaded Sully kids how to live in the water, he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was to crawl into your arms and doze off.

You resided in your marui a section closed off with a sheer netting fabric that acted as a makeshift curtain. Laying in the hammock that was hung in the corner of your room, you slowly swung yourself listening to the sound of the ocean, enjoying the serenity your empty marui had.

Ao’nung saw you so peaceful his heart melted. You looked so beautiful. So beautiful the way your hair wrapped around your shoulder and the way your chest rose softly.

“Hey flower.” He said softly moving the curtain aside to enter the room you were in. You sat up smiling at your boyfriend who stood in front of you.

“Come.” You motioned him to lay in the hammock with you, scooting carefully to make enough space for the two of you to lay together.

Ao’nung followed and laid on the hammock, the course fabric digging into his skin as he laid on your chest as a pillow. His other hand snaked around your waist to bring you closer to him, almost so your skin could meld together.

“Was it a long day?” You questioned him, running your hand up and down his chest, tracing undetermined patterns with your fingers.

“Mhm.” He hummed caressing the spot where he held your waist with his thumb. “Was tiring.”

You nodded, listening to his breathing, watching his chest rise and fall as he stared at where his hands were. Leaving a tender kiss on his forehead as your fingers ran up and down his sternum.

“You should rest well tonight then.”

A tender kiss to your shoulder was made before he looked into your eyes. “I’m sure to rest well when you’re here with me.” A soft giggle was let out in response to his endearing words.

Ao’nung let himself listen to your heartbeat, it was slow a calming pounding that was lulling him to sleep. He let his hands run down to the space between your thigh and hip, laying soft touches onto the area as he caressed you.

“Those Sully kids really suck in the water.”

You chuckled giving a soft push on the shoulder.

“Be nicer to them, being cruel is a bad look.”

“Only cause you said so.”

You chuckled as he scrunched his face up at the thought of being kind to them.

“If you frown any more, your face will get stuck.” Now Ao’nung was the one giving you a light push, his scowl transforming into a bright smile.

“Y’know, Ao’nung you’re a lot cuter when you let your soft side show.”

“Well, it only exists because of you.” A blush formed on your face as Ao’nung begun to tease you about getting all flustered.

“Look my little flower is all flustered!” He poked your hot cheeks as you grabbed his hands to stop him.

“Stoppp” You whined, your face lighting up. “Do not tease me.”

“I’m not, just loving banter.”

“Oh, shut up”

Ao’nung chuckled before scooting upwards to meet you face to face. He admired your features, you were truly beautiful to him. You were his flower.

He brought the hand that rested on your hip up to your chin guiding it up to look at him. He felt your love radiate off you into him and you felt the same. Pupils wide and chests rising in anticipation, Ao’nung pulled you towards his lips.

He softly kissed you, lips meeting together, connecting like puzzle pieces. Your lips were soft against his as he used his other hand to caress the small of your back pushing you closer into him. Your hands travelled up and down his chest, eyes squished hard together as you enjoyed the feeling of Ao’nung’s lips on yours.

As the air between you ran out, Ao’nung broke from your kiss and stared into you. The air thick and soft pants exiting both of you.

“I love you my flower.”

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authors note: a short but sweet fic! might be a lil ooc but who cares coz i don't

tags: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @dngnmtr-blog

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heeliopheelia · 9 months

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"i think i've always loved you" (jungwon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.9k requested by @miukityy-deactivated20230802 ♡

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The hallway is unusually silent as you walk through the empty school with an injured Jungwon hanging on your neck. It's an irony, really, that you, out of all people, have been chosen as the one to walk him to the nurse after he'd hurt his ankle in a result of bumping his head with one of his teammates and falling down roughly.

"How's your leg?" You ask to somehow fill the silence, hand gripping his waist tightly.

He shoots you a pointed look before scoffing with slight amusement. "Not the best," he hums, finding humor in your shy words. "I think it might be twisted."

"That would suck," you murmur quietly.

This finally gets a laugh out of him. "Why are you still so awkward around me?" He chuckles, pinching your side playfully. "You really have no reason to be, after all those years. Makes me think you hate me or something."

He's teasing, you know that. But still, his words make you squirm a little because they couldn't have been farther from the truth.

You know it's weird that you're still so tense around him even though you've been, more or less, friends for such long time. But you like to tell yourself that your behavior is absolutely excusable. Because how else is one supposed to act around their long time crush without blowing their cover?

You lower your head, deciding on an honest answer this time. "Funny cause I always felt like you're the one who hates me."

Jungwon snorts from your ridiculous thought. "That's crazy. C'mon, everyone knows I've always liked you." His confession does little to pacify your already pounding heart and just when you think about letting it slide, he goes on almost as if someone treated him with an honesty potion. "No, scratch that. Actually, I think I've always loved you."

The quiet, almost embarrassed mumble just can't go past your ears this time, completely disregarding Jungwon's deepest wish that you didn't actually hear his words. Your body tenses up as you halt your steps, head shooting to the side to cast a shocked glance at Jungwon.

Did you hear that right or are you just this far gone into your delusion?

"What?" You manage to stumble out. His arm wrapped around your shoulders all of sudden leaves a nearly burning trace behind and you shiver slightly. "You really must've gotten it hard in the head, huh?"

Jungwon strangles a groan that bubbles up in his throat, knowing well that this slip up was no one else's fault but his. Oh God, he's really doing this. Running his free hand over his face, he unsuccessfully tries to shake off the sudden nervousness spreading over his system like some kind of a parasite.

"No, what? I wasn't- Okay, fuck, whatever," he breathes out quickly, stumbling over his words and slightly loosening his grip on you to face you better. "I'm in love with you. I mean it. I've been ever since you barged into my class and hit Riki's head with this brick-ass notebook of yours."

You flush at the mention of the memorable momentum from over four years ago. With ears burning, you forget about his injury for a hot moment and step away from his touch, the sudden movement catching Jungwon off guard and causing him to stumble forward with a whine, right back into your smaller frame.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you rush out the apology, arms instinctively finding their way around his middle again, keeping him steady.

You're left breathless, feeling absolutely each and every emotion striking your heart one by one. And in this moment, looking up at his ever so pretty face, cheeks slightly flushed with pink and eyes wide with nerves; you decide to show your answer through actions rather than words.

So you raise to your tippy toes and capture his lips with yours without even a hint of hesitation. Even if Jungwon's heart literally jumps out of his chest, all hair rise up on his arms and world nearly halts to a stop – he never lets you know any of these things as he dips his head down, allowing you to get more comfortable and settle back on your feet, kissing you twice as intensely as he finally lets go of all the pent up tension in his body.

He presses his lips deeply to yours, drinking every quiet sound that you make as his hand makes its way up to your face, fingers brushing your skin so gently in the total contrast to his relentless mouth biting and bruising yours.

And fuck him for not growing the balls to confess to you sooner.

You let his desperate lips do anything and everything to yours right now, ignoring the tingling that guarantees they're gonna be swollen and burning after he pulls away. But you're way too infatuated and greedy to loosen your grip around his neck.

You're unwillingly forced to break the kiss when your lungs feel as if they're about to collapse, so with one, two, three more pecks to his wet lips, you take a step back, yet not far enough from him to not feel his heavy breath on your face.

"I might like you a little too," you can't help but tease quietly, now finally content with your feelings and watching giddily as a fond smile makes its way to his red lips.

He hums, hands moving to your hips. "Only a little?"

"A tiny bit," you keep the banter up, squirming with a squeal when his fingers dig into your sides in a tickle.

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lila-lou · 29 days

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✨Nothing he couldn't handle Pt. 3/3✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 3 of "Nothing he couldn´t handle".

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 3436

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the movie reached its halfway point, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Ben beside you, only to catch a glimpse of the unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized the effect you were having on him, and you shifted slightly, crossing your legs once again in a futile attempt to distract yourself from the growing tension between you.

Beside you, Ben let out a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. He tried to focus on the movie, but his gaze kept drifting back to you, unable to tear his eyes away from the intoxicating sight before him.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ben shifted closer to you, his voice low and husky as he struggled to maintain his composure. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?", he murmured, his words barely audible over the sound of the movie.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the raw desire in his voice, and you turned to meet his gaze, your own breath coming in shallow gasps. "I-I didn't mean to", you stammered, your voice trembling with arousal.

But Ben simply shook his head, his self-control slipping away with each passing moment. "Doesn't fucking matter".

Without another word, he reached out and pulled you into his arms, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

As you nestled against him, your heart pounding in your chest, Ben's hand found yours, guiding your palm to the bulge in his sweatpants. You felt the heat emanating from him, the hardness pressing against your hand, and you couldn't help but gasp at the intensity of the moment.

With a low growl, Ben pressed closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Feel what you do to me?".

You felt a surge of arousal flood through you at his words, the realization of the power you held over him sending a thrill coursing through your veins. And as you tentatively squeezed his bulge, feeling him throb beneath your touch, you knew that there was no turning back.

For a few more minutes, the two of you attempted to focus on the movie, but the growing tension in the air made it impossible to concentrate. Ben's arousal was palpable, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he struggled to contain his desire.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Ben made a swift move, hovering above you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. With one knee between your legs, he spread them apart, pressing his bulge against your clothed pussy as he looked down at you with raw hunger in his eyes.

You gasped at the suddenness of his actions, your own desire surging to the surface as you met his gaze.

"Ben", you whispered, your voice thick with need and anticipation.

But Ben didn't need any more encouragement. With a low growl, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a possessiveness that left you breathless.

As the heat between your legs intensified, every fear and apprehension melted away, replaced by an overwhelming need for Ben. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw desire coursing through your veins.

With each touch, each kiss, the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace. The weight of his body above you only fueled the fire burning within, igniting a hunger that consumed you both.

You arched into him, desperate for more, your hands roaming over his body with a fervor born of longing.

As Ben's lips brushed over your face and jawline, trailing down to your neck, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

You let out a soft moan as his lips danced across your skin, the sensation sending sparks flying in every direction. "Ben", you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He lifted his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked down at you. "Do you need me to be gentle?", he teased, his voice husky with desire. "Or can you handle a little roughness?".

You swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze sending a jolt of arousal straight to your core. "I-I trust you", you replied, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

With a smirk, Ben leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Good", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Because I don't do gentle".

And with that, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his passion igniting a firestorm of desire that consumed you both. In that moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt.

Ben’s touch sent shivers down your spine, you couldn’t help but tremble with anticipation. With each caress, each brush of his fingers against your skin, the intensity of your desire grew, threatening to consume you entirely.

With his hand slipping between you, beneath the fabric of your panties, a surge of electricity shot through your veins. Your body responded eagerly, arching into his touch as you gasped for breath, consumed by the overwhelming intensity of sensation.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a throaty moan, your voice thick with desire. "Oh fuck, Ben", you whispered, your words a desperate plea for more.

Ben's lips curled into a wicked grin as he leaned in close, his voice a low growl of arousal. "You like that, baby? You like it when I touch you like this?", he teased, his words sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded. "Yes", you moaned.

As Ben's fingers explored your most intimate depths, he started with gentle strokes against your clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

With practiced precision, he circled your clit, teasing and tantalizing until you were writhing with need beneath him. Then, as if sensing your desperation, he pushed two fingers inside you, stretching you already and causing you to gasp with pleasure.

You could feel every ridge and contour of his fingers as they moved within you, expertly navigating your most sensitive spots. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, the tension building until it threatened to explode.

"Fuck", Ben growled. "You're so fucking tight, baby. Gonna have a hard time taking me all in".

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You clenched around his fingers, desperate for more, for the release that seemed just out of reach.

But Ben wasn't finished with you yet. With a grin, he increased the tempo of his movements, driving you to the brink of madness with every touch.

Before you could reach the peak of ecstasy, Ben withdrew his fingers, leaving you teetering on the edge of release. You whimpered with frustration, your body aching with need as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your juices off with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving your desperate face.

"Why did you stop?", you whined, your voice thick with frustration and desire. "I was so close…".

Ben chuckled as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Not yet, baby", he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to make you beg for it".

But as much as you wanted to protest, to demand that he finish what he started, you knew deep down that you would do anything he asked of you.

"Take off your clothes", he ordered, his voice low and authoritative. "Everything except your panties".

Your heart raced at his commanding tone, but you complied without hesitation, eager to fulfill his desires. With trembling hands, you quickly shed your clothes, leaving you clad only in your panties as he rose from the bed and began to undress himself.

As he stripped off his clothes, piece by piece, your anticipation grew, the air crackling with the promise of what was to come. You watched with hungry eyes as he revealed his sculpted physique, every movement sending a jolt of desire coursing through you.

You watched with eager eyes as Ben prowled closer.

With deliberate slowness, he spread your legs apart, teasingly torturing you with his movements. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the heat of his touch against your skin.

He pulled off your panties, leaving your wet folds on full display before him. You gasped at, your heart pounding in your chest as you lay exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

But there was no fear in your eyes, only a hunger for the pleasure he promised to unleash upon you.

Ben gazed down at your exposed, glistening folds, a low growl of appreciation rumbled in his throat. "Fuck, you have a perfect-looking pussy", he praised.

Ben spread your folds lazily with his big thumb, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned softly as he teased your clit, the wetness from your arousal sticking to his skin as he lazily smeared it around, drawing out your desire.

"Look at you", he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as he watched your reactions. "So fucking wet for me".

Your breath caught in your throat . "Ben", you whimpered. "Please…".

But Ben simply grinned wickedly, his thumb continuing its torturous dance over your sensitive flesh. "Please what?", he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "Tell me what you want".

Ben's eyes remained fixed on your throbbing clit as his thumb and index finger squeezed it gently, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a loud moan from you. The sensation sent electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back and whimper in ecstasy.

"Fuck", Ben groaned, his own desire evident in the way his breath hitched. "You like that, don't you?".

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed your senses. With each squeeze and stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, desperate for release.

As Ben continued to tease and torment your sensitive clit, he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, his movements rough and possessive.

"God, you're so fucking responsive", he growled as he pressed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your skin. "I love how you squirm and moan for me".

You whimpered in response, the intensity of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Every sensation was heightened as he devoured you with his passion, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

As Ben knelt between your legs, he heaved your ass up with one hand gripping your hip firmly. With his other hand, he guided his throbbing cock towards your slick entrance, his anticipation palpable in the way his body trembled with need.

With your hips slightly raised from the mattress, he positioned himself perfectly, knowing exactly the angle needed to deliver that first, delicious thrust that would send you both spiraling into ecstasy. The tension between you was electric, the anticipation almost unbearable as you both hovered on the brink of fulfillment.

As Ben positioned himself, his voice lowered. "You know", he teased, his words sending shivers down your spine, "I could hurt you so fucking easily right now".

Despite the raw intensity of his words, there was a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he was reveling in the power he held over you in that moment. His grip on your hip tightened, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear.

"But I won't", he added as he pressed himself against you, the anticipation mounting with each passing second. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget what pain even is".

As Ben started to push inside you, the sensation of him stretching your tight pussy made both of you groan deeply. His movements were deliberate, each inch of him sliding deeper into you with agonizing slowness, heightening the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh, fuck", he muttered under his breath, his voice strained with restraint as he fought to maintain control. "You feel so fucking good, baby".

You couldn't help but moan in response, the sensation of him filling you completely sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Despite the ache of desire building inside you, you savored every moment, reveling in the raw intimacy of the experience.

As Ben continued to push inside you, inch by agonizing inch, you could feel the stretch, the pressure building with each movement. Your breath hitched in your throat as he finally buried himself completely inside you, his hips pressed against yours, his cock filling you to the hilt.

His eyes fell shut, a low groan escaping his lips as he fought to hold onto himself, to keep from losing control entirely. The sensation of being so deeply connected to you, of feeling every inch of your warmth surrounding him, was almost too much to bear.

You breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling with each heartbeat as you savored the feeling of Ben throbbing hotly inside you.

"So fucking tight", Ben whispered, his voice husky with lust as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I could stay like this forever".

With a low groan, Ben began to move, his hips rocking gently as he set a slow, steady pace.

As Ben's hands gripped your hips firmly, he angled his thrusts perfectly, each one hitting your G-spot with precision. The sensation was almost overwhelming, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body.

"Shit", you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as the pleasure washed over you. "Ben, I'm… I'm gonna…".

Before you could finish your sentence, a wave of intense pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You clenched around him tightly, your walls pulsating with every spasm as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

And as you lay there, breathless and trembling from the force of your orgasm, Ben smirked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You think I'm done with you?", he teased. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started".

With a wicked grin, Ben commanded, "Get on your hands and knees".

Eager to please him, you complied without hesitation, feeling him slide out of you as you shifted into position.

"Good girl", Ben praised, his voice husky with desire as he ran his hands over your ass, squeezing it firmly.

Ben positioned himself behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips firmly as he guided his throbbing cock back to your entrance. You could feel the anticipation building as he teased the tip against your slick folds, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

With a low groan, Ben pushed forward, his length slowly filling you once again. You gasped at the sensation, feeling every inch of him stretching you deliciously as he buried himself deep inside.

With a husky voice, Ben whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy fucking you from behind".

As he pushed your back down with his own body weight, Ben's lips trailed down your shoulder blades, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. The sensation of his weight pressing against you, combined with the heat of his lips on your skin, sent a surge of arousal coursing through your veins, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

Ben's kisses trailed down your shoulder blades, his voice was a low, husky whisper against your skin. "You're mine now", he murmured.

With a firm grip on your hips, Ben pulled back slightly before thrusting into you with newfound intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room as he drove into you harder, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your breath hitched with each forceful thrust, your senses overwhelmed by the raw passion between you. As Ben's pace quickened, your body responded in kind, meeting his every movement with equal fervor.

You jolted forward with each powerful thrust, the sensation of being filled to the brim overwhelming your senses. Every nerve ending was alive with ecstasy as you surrendered to the pleasure, completely lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

As the passion surged between you, Ben's voice took on a possessive tone. "You belong to me now", he declared, his grip tightening on your hips as he drove into you relentlessly. "And I'm going to make damn sure you never forget it".

His words sent a thrill of excitement through you, mingling with the overwhelming pleasure of his touch.

Two hours later, you lay there, completely spent and breathless, Ben chuckled softly, looking down at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He brushed his fingers through your hair gently, his touch soothing against your skin.

“I could go for another round”, he murmured, his voice teasing.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound mingling with the gentle hum of satisfaction that filled the air. “I definitely need a break”, you admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Come on, you're perfectly fine", he teased, giving you a playful nudge. "I didn't kill you, did I?".

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting out a mock sigh. "No, not quite", you replied. "But I'm pretty sure I can't move anymore".

Ben chuckled at your response, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "Well, I guess that means I did my job". he quipped, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

"So, how does it feel being fucked by America's first supe?", he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

You couldn't help but laugh at his question, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. "Well", you replied, teasingly, "I think I'll need a few days to recover from that prestigious honor".

Ben chuckled at your response, the sound warm and genuine. "Fair enough", he conceded, pulling you closer to him as you both settled into the comfortable silence of the aftermath.

As Ben pulled a blanket over the two of you, he gave your ass a playful squeeze, eliciting a giggle from you.

"You're okay, right?", he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't mean to push you so hard".

You snuggled closer to him under the blanket, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "No, it's okay", you reassured him, a smile playing on your lips. "It was definitely intense, but in the good way".

You snuggled closer to him under the blanket, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

As you lay there in his arms, a thought crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but mumble it out loud. “You know, I think I get it now”, you said softly, your words barely audible over the sound of his breathing. “Even if it’s dangerous, people still wanna have sex with supes”.

Ben let out a low chuckle, his arms tightening around you protectively. “Yeah, I guess some risks are worth it”, he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

As Ben held you close, he couldn't help but boast a bit. "You know", he started, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "I've never hurt someone so bad they died when I fucked 'em".

You chuckled at his confident remark, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, aren't you the best supe of all", you teased back, rolling your eyes playfully. "Guess I underestimated you".

Ben laughed, the sound rich and warm as he pulled you even closer. "Just remember that next time you think about underestimating me", he joked.

As you both settled in for some much-needed rest, Ben let out a sleepy mumble. "You should sleep. You're hopefully convinced now that you're safe with me".

You smiled softly at his words, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. "Yeah", you whispered back, snuggling closer to him. "I feel safe with you".

With that reassurance, you closed your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that you were in good hands.

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A/N: Well, to be honest, that was it :D That's all I had planned for the two of them. Please let me know what you think.🥰

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flowerandblood · 10 months

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Green Snake, Red Lion (6)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: kissing, mention of sex, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Even though they both tried to fall asleep, all they got out of it was short naps between kissing and touching. With her so close to himself, Aemond couldn't help planting tender, innocent kisses on her lips every time she made a movement in his arms, opening her sleepy, thirst-warmed eyes.

She reciprocated his tenderness fervently and passionately, massaging his lips with hers with a soft, muffled moan, stroking his hair with her hand. Aemond didn't dare touch her between her thighs again that night. He knew that part of her was horrified by what had happened between them.

In the morning he felt her trying to gently extricate herself from his grip and get up. He didn't let her, letting out a low growl of displeasure, not even opening his eye. He pulled her even closer to himself, hugging her from behind, his nose in her hair. He heard her swallow hard.

"I should go to my bedroom. I wouldn't want your parents to catch me here." She spoke softly and painedly.

He opened his eye at her words, feeling uneasy at the way that she said the phrase. He felt his heart pounding hard.

"It's only dawn. We can lie together for a while if you want." He said softly, kissing subtly the patch of skin on her neck exposed to him. She didn't answer him for a long moment. He felt her chest rise and fall unsteadily in his embrace.

"…will you tell your teammates about what happened between us?" She asked in a whisper, terrified, her voice breaking at the end as if she was about to cry.

Aemond raised himself quickly on one elbow, wanting to look at her face, frowning. She turned her head away, but he took her cheeks in his hand and gently forced her to look at him. Her eyes were terrified. He thought with a sinking heart that she regretted what they had done.

"What are you talking about?" He asked uncertainly, all tense, his eye expressing concern.

He felt pale, his stomach clenched into a tight knot. Solren swallowed softly, one tear slipping from the corner of her eye down the side of her face.

"You're going to pretend that nothing happened between us, right? When we get back to Hogwarts." She whispered. He felt his heart leap into his throat. For a moment he couldn't get anything out.

He didn't want to announce to the whole world that he had slept with the opposing team's best player. He didn't want to give cause for gossip about them. He also wanted to give himself some time to get used to this new situation. He wasn't going to take it as a one-off, though, like with the random girls in the restroom.

He didn't want this to be their last time. He didn't want to stop talking to her either. It was just that what was going on between them surpassed him in every possible social way. He didn't know how to explain it, so she didn't feel like he was throwing her away. He sighed softly, running a hand over his face.

“I…fuck, it's not like that. I mean – ugh, damn it." He shook his head, stuttering, everything he could think of sounded hopeless and evasive. She looked at him, sniffling, all red. She swallowed silently.

"I'd like to keep this between us, but that doesn't mean that I want to forget about it and end it there." He said after a little thought. Solren blinked, twisting in place, pressing her lips together, apparently processing his words in her mind.

"So what would you like?" She asked uncertainly, but there was a note of hope in her voice and she was no longer crying. Aemond sighed, rubbing his temple.

“I guess… I mean… I – fuck – I just wish that we were together like we are now. Didn't analyze too much and saw, what – um – would come of it." He finally said with difficulty, but somehow relieved that he had managed to say what he really felt. He looked at her uncertainly and saw her face lighten slightly. She nodded.

"All right." She said and smiled warmly, sniffling, her eyes bright and happy again. He smiled involuntarily at the sight, his hand ran over her warm, red cheek.

"I'm gonna kiss you now, okay? I will also do this at school." He hummed as he leaned over her, stealing from her a long, lingering, sticky kiss. She murmured into his mouth contentedly, apparently expressing her full consent to fulfill his desire.

They spent the rest of the morning kissing, touching each other's cheeks and hair, enjoying the intimacy that they knew would soon be unavailable for them again. Aemond was relieved that she wasn't expecting straight answers and precise statements of his feelings from him right away.

All of this was very difficult for him, but at the same time it filled him with an indescribable satisfaction. The thought that perhaps she had been in love with him from the very beginning filled him no longer with discouragement, but with a pleasant, warm feeling melting in his heart.

Solren ate breakfast with his family, then they all gathered to transfer to Kings Cross Station. For this, they used a passage hidden in one of the subway stations, enchanted in such a way as to exit on platform 9 ¾, created for Hogwarts students.

As they stepped out onto the platform, a large red and black locomotive was waiting ahead of them, surrounded by students with suitcases and their pets, joyfully greeting each other after the break and saying goodbye to their families. Aemond, Aegon, and Helaena also exchanged polite farewells with their parents, and Solren thanked them for their hospitality.

Helaena and Solren went ahead, talking to each other. Aemond and she tried not to look at each other, but they were doing rather poorly. They were both shocked by what had happened between them and how intense the experience was. Aegon was telling him how he couldn't wait to get back on the pitch and play Quidditch again, but Aemond, though agreeing with him, couldn't concentrate on what he was saying.

He stared at Gryffindor's skirt, thinking of her hips which he squeezed so hard as he fucked her. About how wonderful it felt to be sunk between her thighs, how tight and wet she was, just for him. He swallowed hard, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought. He flinched when Aegon mentioned her name.

“… it's good that she will play again. She's the only Gryffindor I like, and I have to admit, she's quite pretty. I hope you don't see this as a betrayal of the team, but I want to flirt with her a little and see what comes of it." He grunted, brushing his hair casually, as he pushed his way through the crowd of people.

Aemond felt his heart stop for a moment. He pursed his lips, unable to utter a word.

"She already has someone." He blurted out after a moment, not even thinking about what he was saying.

He immediately felt embarrassment at what he had said, and felt as if he would burn with shame. He'd told her that he didn't want anyone to know about it, and he'd just betrayed them himself. He thought that he was a fucking hypocrite and squeezed his eye shut. Aegon raised an eyebrow at him, surprised.

"Really? And how do you know about it?” He asked curiously, recognizing that it was knowledge did not seem to match their level of familiarity. Aemond looked away.

“Helaena told me. If you'd talked to our sister more instead of pretending that she didn't exist, you'd know that too." He lied with surprising ease, feeling his heart pounding wildly as he climbed the steps into one of the train cars that Helaena and Solren had boarded moments earlier. Aegon sighed heavily as he followed him inside.

"Who's the lucky guy?" He asked with irony, looking with him for some free compartment. Aemond saw Helaena and Solren enter one, Solren waved for them to follow them. Aemond felt his throat tighten. He wanted to hiss that he is and tell Aegon to fucking stay away from her.

"I don't know." He said low, furious with himself and with him for some reason.

They followed the girls into the compartment and made themselves comfortable. Helaena and Solren sat on one side, Aemond and Aegon sat on the other. Before Aemond had even taken off his cloak, Aegon asked a question, that made him freeze.

"I heard you have someone, cutie. Who is that?” He asked with amusement, leaning his head against the backrest.

Solren blinked, surprised, completely confused about what he was talking about. She looked at Aemond and saw his terrified, pleading look that said it all. She swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to the floor as she thought hard about how to lie.

"I… well, I don't want to say anything because it's not certain yet." She said softly, pressing her lips together, as she glanced at Aegon. He raised an eyebrow, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"How is it? You don't know if you want to be with him? Tell me who it is and I'll tell you if it's worth it." He smirked, looking at her expectantly.

Aemond covered his face with his hand, resting his arm on the armrest, feeling that he was about to die of shame and the awkwardness that he had put her in.

Solren turned all red, he could see the physical effort that she was putting into thinking at the moment. Helaena looked at her curiously, as if only now realizing what they were talking about.

"You didn't tell me that you were seeing someone." She said, but there was no regret in that voice, only curiosity and soft warmth joy at her happiness. Aegon looked at his brother, frowning.

“You said, that you learned it from Helaena. You…” He said and suddenly stopped talking, as if he had connected several threads. He looked at Solren, then back at his brother, leaning forward, mouth open in disbelief.

"You must be fucking kidding me. "She's already taken but I don't know who it is?" Seriously?" He said, mocking his brother's voice impatiently. Solren pursed her lips, red with embarrassment, looking at Aemond in surprise.

He rubbed his face, sighing heavily. He looked at her with an expression of utter hopelessness on his face. Whatever happened, there was no turning back. He wasn't going to deny it and say that they had nothing in common.

Aegon's confession made him realize painfully quickly that he didn't want to share her at all. Not after what happened between them. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else touching her the way he did.

Fucking her the way he did.

"You just surprised me. It was supposed to stay between us for now." He said finally, lowering his gaze, dropping some small powder from his pants on which he focused his gaze, avoiding the eyes of his brother. "Yes, we are together."

There was silence in the compartment. Aegon sank back into his seat, shaking his head, amusement mixed with disbelief on his face.

The Gryffindor stared at Aemond with pursed lips, and when he looked at her, he saw joy and happiness. She lowered her eyelids timidly, playing with the material of her skirt, barely holding back the wide smile that appeared on her face.

"That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you!" Helaena said lightly, pressing herself against her arm, closing her eyes with a dreamy smile on her face.

They spent the entire trip in practical silence. Aemond stared out the window, feeling the tension in his body and the horror of what was happening. On the one hand he was relieved, on the other he was afraid that Aegon would blurt everything out and everyone would talk about them.

He hated drawing so much attention to himself, it made him extremely uncomfortable. He felt Solren look at him once in a while, but he didn't dare look at her.

As they arrived in the evening to their destination and were heading for the carriages that would take them to Hogwarts he saw that Solren was talking to Aegon about something in the rear. He felt uncomfortable at the thought, but decided not to say anything. Stark and a few others called her to come with them, and she waved to them, saying that she'd be right over.

Aemond saw, surprised, how she rushed over to him. Before he could say anything, she started talking.

“I asked Aegon to keep what he heard to himself. Helaena won't tell anyone either. So please, don't worry." She said, pressing her lips together, looking at him as if she was worried by his condition.

His heart clenched at the thought that she thought of his feelings more than her own. She was the one who was terrified, she was the one who lost her first time with him, she was put in a situation where she didn't know what would happen next.

He thought that he was cruelly selfish, as usual.

"I want to kiss you." He spoke softly and matter-of-factly, almost indifferently, though his heart was pounding like crazy. Solren blinked, blushing, looking at him uncertainly.

"Here?" She asked, surpised.

He didn't anserw her, but just grabbed her by the nape and bited into her lips hungrily, placing a long, wet, lingering kiss on her lips. He pulled away from her with a sticky click and pressed his forehead against her temple, his nose pressed against his cheek.

"Do you want to be mine?" He asked in a whisper, still holding her tightly by the nape, all around them were the surprised, quick conversations of people who had just seen what he did.

He heard her shudder at his words, dropping her eyelids modestly, smiling sweetly. She nodded, and he grunted contentedly, as kissed her cheek, pulling away from her. He looked at her, for some reason more content and calm than ever.

"See you later."

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Sound Asleep

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Author’s note: I’ve had this little snippet jumbled up in my phone's notes for longer than I’ve currently been on tumblr, so I decided to finally clean it up. I have so many little things like this scattered across my various devices... Help.

Relationships: BOBF!Boba Fett/Fem!Reader (I only say that because of one usage of the nickname 'princess' there's no pronouns or specific body parts mentioned.)

Warnings: A little bit of crying, Nightmares, Age gap if you squint so hard your eyes actually hurt, Cuddling, Fluffy fluff, Mean ol' Boba being a bit of a softie

Word count: 1220

You swore you hadn’t had a nightmare since your childhood years; But even then, you couldn’t remember one like this. It had all felt so real, almost touchable. You sit up awake in a daze still feeling as if it had just happened.

Jolted awake in the middle of a cold Tatooine night your hair is just starting to stick against dewy skin, heart pounding in your chest. With a few kicks of your feet you push the blanket off of your body, wanting the air to cool your flush skin, and to stop that almost strangling feeling.

You’d fallen asleep down here because of how tired you’d been, and the trek upstairs to Boba’s personal room had seemed like leagues away; Without any surety that he would even return there before you awoke the next morning. He was a busy man, sometimes rest wasn't a guarantee.

So you’d slept in your old personal room he’d given you after he brought you to Mos Espa, but now you're wishing you hadn’t. It feels so lonely in here, the room feels giant and the shadows an abyss but at the same time suffocating.

When you manage to get your heart to stop thumping on your chest so hard it feels like knocking, you slowly lay back again with your head hitting the pillow. The ceiling is cracked- your eyes following the black string down past your feet before you dare to close your eyes.

But when you open them again, the room is still dark with not a hint of light from the windows. It's as if your body was forcibly stopping you from sleeping, still spinning in whatever your mind had dreamt up. And even as your eyes feel tired and body heavy, there's no amount of quiet breathing and counting that is letting you fall asleep. The knot in your throat tightens, back of your neck aching with how tense it is.

Eventually, the constant tossing and turning proves too much to handle, and you lean up and turn to slip your legs off the side. They dangle for a moment, hands clutching the sheets as you decide if it's worth it.

Was it worth trekking what seemed like lightyears up to someone who might not even be there? Or should you stay here and lay back trying to see if you could get even a few moments of rest before the suns start rising?

Bare feet gently hit the slightly rough, sandy floor with a soft pat, the light in the room just bright enough to see around. It was a straight shot to the door, and you slowly slip off the bed before softly opening then closing it. The steps up to Boba’s private room were tall and winding, and each one felt progressively harder than the last. At least none of the droids are around, you wouldn't want even the the stars outside to see you in this sorry state.

Once you reach the top of the steps, it's easy to open the door and slip inside. The door opens to a pale glow of moonlight, and you can see Boba’s outline. He's already awake; Leaning upright.

There’s patterns deeply ingrained in him and sounds are a big part of them; The soft opening of a door or footsteps were always things that set him alert. When he sees it’s you, easy to tell by the silhouette he can just barely see through the flowing fabric of your nightclothes, it’s enough to lull those alarm bells in his head a small bit.

And with a gravely, sleep coated voice, Fett calls to you.

“Need something, princess?”

His tone is almost taunting, teasing, but you don't respond to it with any of the usual quips. When you step deeper into the room, Boba can more clearly see the ragged expression on your face. The way your body is turned into itself. He makes no noise; Instead pulling the thin blanket back revealing more of his bare stomach.

“Come here, little one.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Bare feet pattering across the floor you walk to him and place one knee onto the bed, before hefting yourself into it and slipping underneath the blanket. Within moments you feel his chest against your back, an arm wrapping around your waist. One of your hands grasps his while the other lays empty, and you feel his chin on the top of your head.

He doesn’t ask what happened to render you like this; He knows nothing he could say would help with it anyways.

What does seem to help is just him; As it’s not long of you curling up around his arm like it's your life line that you’re finally asleep. He can hear the soft sounds of you breathing, the way even in your sleep you're attempting to fruitlessly hold him tighter. You have his arm in a death grip, and any attempt to pull away would surely wake you.

Fett doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. That he’s let you come so close to him that you feel safe, reassured he isn’t dangerous enough that you can be lulled asleep like this. These aren't clean hands you're holding.

But if you want to be here, you'll be here. He'd never refuse you.

He's no stranger to nightmares and terrors either, though he's had longer to learn to deal with them than you. His mind is more armored, less feeling. It's how he's learned to be.

Fett, not long after he sees that you've for sure fallen completely asleep, decides to stop watching you with such soft eyes; And get some rest himself. He doesn't get too many chances to do so.

When you wake up you can still feel the ache of a headache now passed, but your body doesn’t feel as tense as the night before. It requires a bit of an odd angle to raise your head, rubbing your eyes blurry as Boba's torso moves upward so he can look down on you.

“Going to let me go?” Fett watches your hands tighten even more against his arm, where it had been locked most of the night. You'd been gripping it like a lifeline, the only thing holding you to the ground.

“No.” Fett lets out a chuckle, one deep from his chest and still raspy with sleep. You can feel it in your own chest, as he raises up on his other elbow.

"Can't stay here forever, princess." His arm flexes in your hold, just about to pull away from you. Quickly you tighten, making a noise from your throat before you can get out the right words.

“Wait! Boba, just- Just a few more minutes?” His hand halts, but his eyes still bore down at you. The soft skin of your fingertips brushes against a myriad of scars, as you fruitlessly attempt to hold him still. He's placating you, as you know well he could easily just pull away and leave you alone.

"Mos Espa can wait a little bit," You say, holding onto his larger hand. He relents, and lays down on his side again; Pressing his bare chest against your back again.

Maybe it can, maybe it can't; But either way he can deal with the outcome.

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#is this particularly self indulgent because of some irl stuff? maybe :3 tehe #boba fett x reader #Boba Fett/Reader #tbobf x reader #mywriting

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lovejosephquinn · 8 months

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"You look so good with my hands around your neck."

I am BEGGING 😭😭🙏

Congrats on 2.5k!!🥰

Joe's hand seized itself against your throat as he rutted into you at a hard pace, balls slapping up against your ass cheeks as you lifted your face upward slightly to regain some oxygen flow from your lungs. Chanting out profanities, Joe was towering above you, his eyes burning through your irises in a real intense stare, he had already told you to keep his eyes firmly planted on his, to look at him as he fucked you into tomorrow.

"God damn it." He panted onward. "You look so good with my hands around your neck." Joe whimpered, his cock twitching against your walls which tightened around him with every thrust.

You couldn't quite catch your own moans flying out of you as tears escaped from the corners of your eyes, each pounding you received better than the last which had snapped your core into submission at least three times in the last twenty minutes. You were almost spent, unable to take anymore and he enjoyed forcing it upon you to give him that little bit extra each time. Each tear represented a feeling that was being ploughed into your system, sending your heart rapidly beating out of time, the blood inside of you heating up, your back arching partially from the ache and sensitivity but also the sheer pleasure.

"Aw baby, are you crying because I fuck you so good?" Joe bit down on his bottom lip, almost getting a kick from the way you continued to stare whilst you physically sobbed in his grip which with pure excitement was tightening harder, fingers moulding through to the veins bulging at the sides of your neck.

"You take me so well darling, letting me use you until I want to stop." It was true, you looked like a rag doll used essentially for his own sexual frustration, you didn't mind, it really got you going when he had his dominant head on and you were happy to oblige with how or whatever he wanted to do in that moment.

"You like it when my cock fucks you this good love?" You nodded quickly, trying to sweep an easier answer in silence rather than trying to even muster up a vocal one, after all your chords were practically being strangled by that of a familiar large hand, he was using you as leverage to be able to go as hard as he could, picking up his speed until he found a pace that felt the best. You were sent into a wave of shock, your multiple orgasms sending you into a beautiful oblivion.

"Fuck-" Joe cursed the profanity over and over and over again, your eyes trained against the darkened brown eyes that watched over you.

His thrusts became sloppy, your walls tensing around him making every muscle in his cock throb inevitably, his hand released from your throat making your own hand come up in its place to relieve yourself of the pressure put against it. The hand that once occupied one of your body parts fell against your left breast as he squeezed and brought his finger tips to pinch against your nipple, falling forward to plant a fierce kiss onto your lips.

Your eyes remained open as he pressed his body up, arms caging you underneath him, you could hear every squelch, every slap of his balls, every groan that rose from his throat, his demise was all to close and you ate every part of his enjoyment of it up, the tears still falling from your eye lids; glistening beautifully and clouded over.

He came to a stand still shortly after, emptying his seed inside of you, you could almost feel the way his cock pulsated, softening slow and collapsing almost his full weight on your body, chest falling and rising rapidly in attempt to ride out his own orgasm and calm down. Seconds passed and you felt his soft lips making a sweet job of giving a silent apology for causing the red restrained marks from his hand that was once wrapped around your neck, he left beautifully soft slurpy kisses against each bruised looking part, caressing you adoringly like he hadn't just been fucking the life out of you.

Joe fucked you well, but he looked after you even better.

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mothdruid · 2 months

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Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕

Safe

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader

word count: 900

a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced

A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.

Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.

Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.

You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.

Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.

Boom! Crack!

You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.

After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.

The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.

While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.

"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.

Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.

"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"

"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.

Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.

"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.

"Oh no, not real-"

As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.

"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.

"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.

"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."

Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.

The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.

thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3

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softspeirs · 2 months

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A/N: It's the consensus of the Discord girlies that we can fix all of John Egan's despair with our various OCs. So here's my attempt. Special thanks to @shoshiwrites for enabling me for this plot! Also, she officially has a name! Meet Eleanor Peters.

four. love letters.

The first thing that hits her is the antiseptic smell of the hospital. It's cloying and overwhelming, and the rapid pounding of her heart picks up even more when she realizes there's no turning back, not now.

Major Gale Cleven is a tall shadow on her left, his focus singularly on getting to his friend's bedside.

She had been nearly blown sideways when he had walked in the door the day before, rail thin with shadows under his eyes, but a gentle smile on his face as his eyes landed on her behind the bar in her father's pub.

His face had lit with recognition, and then he had said the words that played on a loop over and over since -- Bucky's alive. John, Major Egan, he's alive. He wanted me to tell you.

Bucky. A nickname she hadn't known, but one she felt was on the tip of her tongue nonetheless.

It's a long story, he said. She didn't ask about the heaviness behind his eyes, the way he walked with a slight limp, or about the fact that she had never seen this man without his friend. It was unfathomable to her that they were apart.

But then -- isn't that what made her take a deep breath, and press a kiss to John Egan's cheek in the first place?

Gale Cleven had left with a story about a forced march, an escape that left John to do the gallant thing and stay behind, and the promise to come by in a few days and bring her to see John, if she wanted.

Now that she's here, she can't bring her feet to move.

"Ellie?" Major Cleven asks, frowning. "Alright?"

"I-- this wasn't a good idea." She says. "He-- are you sure he asked about me?"

Gale Cleven has never rolled his eyes at a woman, but he had an identical conversation with his best friend not too long before, and he's never seen two people who project such confidence in a group, but are so unsure of themselves alone. "No offense, Eleanor, but if I had to hear about you one more time, I was going to make a break for it sooner than I did."

Mood shifted, Eleanor laughs, looking down at her feet. "Okay. Okay, let's go."

"Buck!" A charmingly familiar voice shouts before she can see him, "Did you bring me any booze? They won't let me--" He stops as soon as she comes into view.

"Didn't think to bring the pub with me, Major." She says, the smile on her face unstoppable, even if she tried.

He looks tired. Scars litter his right cheek, and his legs are propped up on a pillow. His arms are folded casually over his chest, but she doesn't miss the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

"You-- Jesus Christ, Buck." He mutters.

"I'll see about that drink," Cleven says, and leaves her standing there, looking at a man she's thought was dead for almost two years.

Now that she's standing in front of him, she has no idea what to say. Part of her is convinced she dreamed the whole thing up. That whatever connection she felt was overblown, simply her romantic heart getting the better of her.

But the way he's looking at her-- she's not imagining that.

"Ellie." His voice is hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes." And there's that smile she remembers so well. "Buck snuck you in here, huh?"

"He said you were asking after me."

She's so thrilled to see the blush that sneaks up his throat, and feels safe enough now to sit down in the small chair at his bedside, crossing her legs and grinning at him.

She is so, so pleased to see him.

She wants to know every detail of what happened to him over the last few years, though she knows it's likely a terrible story that would be hard for him to tell. She feels strongly that he shouldn't carry it alone, not with how burdened he had felt when he left for the last time, mourning his best friend and the other members of his crew who hadn't come back.

"I might've wondered how you were." He scratches the back of his neck. "Figured you'd be married and moved away by now."

"Still slinging ales at the pub, I'm afraid."

He arches an eyebrow. "Not to any hotshot pilots, I hope."

"Of course not." She says with mock seriousness.

They fall into a comfortable silence, and Eleanor bites her bottom lip before reaching for her handbag. He watches her in silence, that small smirk still on his lips, and there's something so soft in his eyes she can hardly stand to look at him.

"I have something for you. Well, a few things."

"If you want to give me another flower, I've still got the one." He says. His deep voice filled with something makes her hands fumble in her bag, but she doesn't dare talk herself out of her task.

"That's awful sentimental of you." She says.

"Don't go tellin' anyone that about me."

It's remarkable, she thinks, that he's able to be his genial self after everything he's been through. It's like he doesn't even realize he's in the hospital, though she thinks with a grimace that it might be the most comfortable bed he's slept in in years, hospital or no.

Finding her courage, she digs a handful of envelopes out of her handbag and sets them on the bed next to him. He stares at the bundle, face frozen. The smile slowly slips off his face, and she worries she's overstepped.

"I didn't know--" She stops, trying not to let tears seep into her voice. "Well, I didn't know if you were alive. I hoped. And even if you were, I didn't know where to send them--"

"You wrote me letters?"

The air feels thick, between them.

"I just... The way we left things, you were so upset, and I wanted to make sure you knew that you were missed."

He's still staring at the pile of letters in front of him. He hasn't moved, hasn't touched them, has barely breathed, and she's terrified that this is all wrong, that she misread everything.

"Come here." His voice is low, thick, filled with something that makes the hair on her arms stand up and a shiver run down her spine. "Ellie. Come here."

"Why--"

"I'm not supposed to be on my feet, but if I don't kiss you in the next five seconds, I'm going to lose my mind."

Her heart is a hummingbird taking flight in her chest, but her feet move without her say-so. She scoots the chair as close as she can get. He's already leaning up on an elbow, and no man has ever looked at her the way John Egan is looking at her now, like he can't believe she's real.

"Is this--" He asks, suddenly unsure.

"Yes." She says, finally finding her voice and her confidence.

His lips are on hers in the next breath. She stutters a shaky breath against his mouth, and his hand tightens in her hair. It's not an overly-passionate kiss, but her toes are curling in her shoes, and he's letting out a quiet groan against her mouth that has her pulling away, though his long fingers at the back of her neck don't let her get too far.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt--"

"That was not a noise of pain, sweetheart."

This time it's her blush that stretches out across her cheeks, her face flaming with heat. He lets go of her and reaches for the letters with one hand, his other finding hers, fingers lacing through hers with an ease that makes her smile.

"You wrote to me." He says, like he can't believe it still. "I didn't get a single letter while I was gone."

It makes her heart ache, picturing him watching his friends get mail from their sweethearts, wives, and parents, and she wishes more than anything that she had known he was alive and had known the address to send something to.

"Will you stay while I read them?"

She can think of nothing more embarrassing, but she also doesn't have the willpower to tell him no. Not about this.

"Okay." She says instead, settling back in, half-tucked into his side.

That's how Cleven finds them a half hour later. He takes in the sight of his friend with a girl - not the most unfamiliar sight - half-opened letters in his lap, wrinkled with age and ink stained.

He smiles.

#john egan x oc #bucky x ellie #? is that my tag for them? i think so #softspeirs mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #oc: ellie peters

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daisies-daydreams · 8 months

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Backtalk (Crosshair x F!Reader)

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Brat!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Oral sex (M!Receiving), Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub Undertones Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Based on a conversation with @maybethatfanfictionwriter (go check out their work!).

It started as a small joke between you and Wrecker, picking on Crosshair each time he passed by. The clone would shoot you with his usual glare before continuing what he was doing. It went on for a few weeks, Crosshair's annoyance growing more and more visible with each joke thrown his way.

It wasn’t until the rest of the Batch were out on a mission, leaving you and Crosshair behind on the Marauder to your own devices. You’ve already restocked everything on your last mission, leaving you to run a diagnostic on the systems since Tech was away. The silence between the two of you was heavy, the pressure nearly unbearable as you glanced behind your shoulder. Crosshairs’ brows were furrowed in concentration, toothpick switching positions every so often as he tended to his sniper rifle. You smirked as you turned around, resting your cheek on your hand.

“I never noticed how big your gun is,” you hummed, eyes flicking over the disassembled pieces. Crosshair grunted.

“It’s not just a gun-it’s a rifle,” he clarified with his typical scathing tone. “If you’re going to admire my weapon, at least do it correctly,” he added. You sighed as a devious smirk crossed your face.

“You must be compensating for something having a weapon that size,” you retorted.

Crosshair froze, the dim lighting of the ship glowing on his stiff form. His neck craned back as his nostrils flared, eyes ablaze with vexation. You stumbled back as he rose from his seat, his sharp shoulders raised as he marched towards you. The sheer amount of ire that seeped through every crease and pore on his face was enough to send a chill down your spine. A small gasp left your lips as your back came into contact with the cold surface of the wall. When you gazed back, the sniper stood a mere foot away from you, his chest rising and falling as he bared his teeth.

“I’ve had enough of your little ‘jokes’,” he hissed, his cold breath sending goosebumps rippling over your skin. Yet despite this, you couldn’t help but turn the corners of your mouth up.

“What jokes?” you drawled as you tilted your head. Crosshair narrowed his dark eyes as he slammed his arm next to your head, caging you in place. Your heart pounded in your ears as the sniper leaned closer.

“You know damn well what I mean, an’edee,” Crosshair seethed. You swallowed thickly at his pet name for you as you clenched your thighs together. He raised a brow as his hand fell from the wall to your tight shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin of your ear. “You really like to use your mouth,” he husked. You shivered when Crosshair gently squeezed your shoulder, his face brushing against yours.

“I think it’s about time for you to put it to good use,” he lilted. Heat flooded your cheeks as you felt your core gush with arousal. You gave him a smirk.

“Is that a threat…Crossie?” you asked in a sultry, teasing tone. His scowl deepened as he snapped his toothpick between his teeth, spitting the splinters out onto the floor as he kept his eyes on your lips.

“No-it’s an order,” Crosshair husked. Your eyes widened as his mouth suddenly crashed against yours. You moaned as you tasted the remnants of tobacco and mint on his chapped lips. He breathed in through his nose as he pressed his lean hips against yours, something hard sliding against your clothed cunt.

You swore you could get drunk off this feeling: his lips dancing with yours, hands on your waist, the smell of gun oil and sweat lingering with every touch. You gasped as he snatched your hair, tugging on it as he pulled his mouth back. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment as he caught his breath.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to…but someone has to teach a brat like you some manners,” Crosshair snarled as his other hand roughly cupped your chin. You parted your lips as his nose brushed over yours, mouth caressing your own.

“I’d like to see you try,” you smirked. Crosshair scoffed as he released his grip on your chin. He kept his other hand wound tightly in your hair as he dragged you along, the slight sting only adding to your arousal as he dragged you over to his previous seat. You yelped as he sat down, bringing you to your knees. His mouth was curved in a triumphant, wry grin as he slowly spread his legs apart. You twisted your lips, remaining on your knees as you simply observed Crosshair’s movements.

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes before bringing your face closer to his blacks. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you came even closer to his clothed erection, his breathing steady as he guided you. He stopped just short of a few inches, his hand remaining on your head as he tapped his fingers against your scalp.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Crosshair scowled, his voice laced with impatience. You frowned and huffed as you braced your hands against his inner thighs before bringing them up to the waistband of his slacks. You felt his cock twitch as you tugged at the blacks, letting it spring free from its dark confines.

You flinched as it bounced up, nearly smacking your cheek. What he lacked in girth he definitely made up for in length-the sheer size of his member causing your walls to flutter. His breathy chuckle broke you from your thoughts.

“I suppose I’m not compensating for anything after all,” he mused as he leaned on his forearm, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He chuckled at your unsure expression, shifting his hips forward so the crown of his dick nearly grazed your lips.

“Well? Aren’t you going to at least try to put that mouth of yours to good use?” Crosshair spat. Your face grew hot at his reiteration, eyes wandering between his smug grin and the weeping tip of his cock. The scent was heady, the musk wafting up as you parted your lips.

Crosshair continued to wear his smug smirk as you lapped at his slit, moaning as his salty precum leaked down the crease of your tongue. He sighed as you kissed the flushed crown of his dick before swirling your tongue around the tip. You closed your eyes as you decorated his cock with small kitten licks, letting your drool coat his pointy tip. His hips shifted forward as he began to relax, the pads of his fingers weaving through your hair as he sank lower in his seat.

You heard him grunt softly as you wrapped your lips around his head before shallowly slipping about a quarter of his member inside the warm cavern of your mouth. Just as you went to speed up, however, Crosshair squeezed your locks.

“No, no, no. I want you to take your precious time with this, understood?” he said lowly. Your eyes watered as you nodded, his cock still lodged between your lips. Crosshair squeezed your hair again before letting you get back to work his hardening dick. You were tempted to bite down on it, just to see what he would do. But the constant rubbing on the back of your head reminded you of his reprimands.

You decided to suckle on his head, your hands bracing his inner thighs as he reclined in his seat. Each drag of his cock inside your sweet, wet mouth brought it deeper and deeper until the tip of your nose came into contact with his lower stomach. Crosshair seemed somewhat impressed with your “accomplishment”, his eyes merely trained on your slobbering mouth enveloped around his veiny shaft.

“Ah, see? I knew you could be obedient,” he chided as he slipped a fresh toothpick into his mouth. Your nostrils flared as he chuckled quietly, the sound sending sparks flying through your body. “Now, be good and don’t stop until I claim that tight throat of yours with my cum,” Crosshair hummed as he brought both of his hands back up to the table. Your face grew hot as you felt a trail of precum gush down your throat, his cock twitching inside you as he carried on with reassembling his weapon.

It pissed you off that he had this much control-his demeanor shifting back to his usual stoic self as you slurped and sucked around his shaft. You dipped the pads of your fingers into his blacks before suddenly moving your head up and down at full speed. Your eyes watered as you gagged, drool spilling onto your shirt as Crosshair’s breath hitched.

“An’edee,” he warned, though the way his hips dipped up at you swallowed his cock said otherwise. You could see the strain in his face as he fought to maintain control, his hands falling onto your head as he grimaced. “Ah-kriff,” Crosshair grunted before bucking his hips into your slick mouth. Your heart felt like it was ready to burst as your air supply was cut off with every drag of your mouth and thrust of his hips. He groaned as his hands curled into your hair. The clone gritted his teeth as he pulled your lips back to the hilt, a whine escaping his lips.

“T-Take every drop I give you, slut,” he hissed before stiffening with a quiet groan. You moaned around his length as you felt hot streams of his cum shoot down your esophagus. Crosshair shivered as he gently rocked his hips, fucking the rest of his spend down your throat. Both of you panted as he fell limp in his seat, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed at your lips still snugly wrapped around his cock. It was quiet in the room for a moment before you let his cock slip from your mouth with a slick “pop”.

His dick glistened in the dim lighting as you sputtered, your throat starting to feel sore and raw now that the adrenaline was fading. Crosshair leaned on his leg as he wiped some spit from the corner of your mouth as his chest rose and fell.

“I’m almost impressed you actually did a sufficient job,” he hummed as he stroked your cheek. You rolled your eyes at the backhanded compliment before suddenly jumping into his lap. Crosshair blinked as you hovered your hips above his, your mouth lingering next to his ear.

“I bet you couldn’t do better,” you teased as you rubbed your soaked pants over his softening cock. The clone smirked before suddenly spinning you around, his fingers rubbing your sensitive pussy through your clothes.

“You really have no idea what you're getting yourself into...mesh’la,” Crosshair murmured.

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Taiju x reader

Warning: explicit smut, minors dni. breeding kink, like so much of it to the point i’ve reached my limit. cumplay. creampie. pussy eating. rough sex. teasing. overstimulation. shy! fem reader. Virginity

You didn't know how you got to this moment. Face to face with Taiju, alone, at his office.You knew who taiju was, it was even an old acquaintance, if you could say so.

-May I know what you're doing here, Y/N? his thick voice is heard

-It's none of your business Taiju. Honestly, I'm surprised that of all the restaurants, I fell right into yours. you say disturbed by the situation

-Stay here until your brother comes to get you. I'll find Mitsuya one way or another, and call him. Do you see what a beast you came up with? He is not able to satisfy himself, but a woman.

-None of your business Taiju!

You realize you've made a mistake the moment Taiju frowns and you feel like he can set fire to everything around him.You want to step back, he is coming towards you menacingly, and you mentally curse yourself for choosing to stand in front of his desk.You can't move backwards, and before you make a move to free yourself, the man 10 years older than you puts his hands on your sides.You felt your heart pounding out of your chest, not knowing what the man in front of you was doing.

-what is princess ?Are you speechless? Until now you were yelling in front of me, and now you keep quiet?He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

You always had a small crush on him, but the fact that he was 10 years older than you stopped you from doing anything about it.

You let a moan leave your body as his knee rises, now between my legs, pressed against you pussy. Taiju's hands were already roaming your body.

-Does Mitsuya know what a bitch that sister is? So wet for me, just from some touches. Your pussy wants me, doesn't it?

Taiju's low voice shook you, you didn't try to think logically because you knew there was no point in trying.You drop your head back and push your body forward, creating a rubbing motion of your pussy against Taiju's thigh.

The man laughs and grabs your waist with one hand, and with the other hand he takes off your dress and unbuttons your bra.

-Why are you like this? Why are you acting like a whore?Is that how you feel now?Always so shy, and yet now...

Taiju pushes his hand into your chest and lays you down on his desk. He teases your lacy panties, and without warning, his tongue finds its way between your His tongue deftly moved between your folds already soaked in your serum that seemed to drive him crazy.You scream weakly as you feel his muscle inside you, and out of reflex, your hand goes into Taiju's hair.You tried to hold him there, that somehow, without his tongue in your pussy, you couldn't live.

-Please Taiju, please...I need...you cry out and you feel like you're out of breath when you feel two fingers in your pussy

The fingers made fast, come-and-go movements, and in combination with his tongue, you felt like you were in heaven. It was already too much for you, and you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, but you knew Taiju had other plans when you heard his belt fall to the floor.

- Will you allow me? he asks, standing between my legs, passing his dick between my folds, teasing me

It's like you're speechless, so all you can do is nod your head.You could feel and see how you were shaking, and the massive man leaned over you. With one hand he strokes your hair, with the other he draws circles on your abdomen to calm you down.

- You can calm down. I'll be nice...I promise.

Taiju rushes over your mouth, and you feel yourself melting in his arms. The taste of cigarettes combined with mint and expensive alcohol flooded your senses.His tongue seemed to roam your mouth, and the kiss was wonderful the moment he entered you.You wanted to scream in pain, but you couldn't scream in a kiss.He didn't go in long, fast or hard, but for you, it was a terrible pain.

-Ok love, ok.. I know it hurts, you can hold my hand as much as you want. I'll take it easy, okay? You will get used to me.

Taiju moves gently inside you and you feel like you're about to tear yourself apart. His hand reached yours and the other held your waist.You hear a sound from Taiju, and when you look at his face, you see that there was an expression of surprise.Then you realize, seeing where he's looking, that you forgot to tell him something important.

-Taiju, I...

-You are a virgin...you really are a virgin! God, Y/N! Why did not you say? Maybe I shouldn't have been your first!the man's worried voice is heard

It's the first time you've seen him so worried, and a gentle smile escapes you. Your shaking hands cup his face gently and you pull him in for a short kiss.

-Taiju...I've liked you since I was a child...

The man, more in control of himself, starts to move faster.You felt that you couldn't do it anymore, you were overstimulated just from that, and you were already starting to lose your eyesight.His large hands were now both on your hips.He was pulling you against him as he pushed. You could feel it deep inside you.

Without expecting it, Taiju stood up from the desk, now holding you with one arm, close to him, pressed against the wall to his right.You felt how the penetration became even deeper, and you could no longer hold back the moans.You wanted more and more.

You felt a knot forming in you, and your nails reached the shoulders of the man who was pushing into you as if that was all he knew how to do.

-Baby, stop it. If you squeeze me like this again I will release myself inside you, and I don't want a child now.he moaned

Before you say anything in response, the knot in you breaks and you cum, feeling like you're about to fall, but Taiju catches you.

-Taiju, please...I'll take the pill, I promise...

That's all he had to hear from you to feel his hot liquid draining into you.Both of his hands wrapped around you to support you, while your head rested on his chest.

When it's all over, Taiju picks you up and leads you to the bathroom in his office, where he's going to clean you up.

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64yrsold · 1 year

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if you’re too shy (let me know)

“You want a drink?” he shouted over the gritty music.

“I’m still good,” I yelled, my voice lost in the chanting crowd.

“What?” he cocked his head to the side, leaning in close. Suddenly, his arm collided into me, spilling his drink over my dress. His head snapped back at whoever had bumped into him, but he quickly returned his attention to me.

“Shit,” he muttered, watching the amber stain spread down my chest.

“It’s okay,” I said, pretending this wasn’t my favourite dress, “You have a napkin?”

“What?” his face was weighed down with guilt, “Do you have a napkin?”

I laughed, and he scratched the back of his head, confused at my reaction.

“Just… Fuck, I can’t hear you, just follow me.” he grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the crowd.

His skin burned against mine, my pulse thrumming where he touched me. We squeezed through sweaty bodies, and I watched the lights strobe against the back of his head. He found an empty hallway, navigating to a bathroom. He pulled me inside, locking the door behind us. My ears rang at the silence between us, watching his chest rise and fall anxiously.

“Um,” he mumbled, then grabbed a sheet of paper towel, wetting it under the sink. He reached out, quickly dabbing at my breast. I should have felt shocked at the intrusion, but his touch felt like a release. His curls shaded his eyes in the dim bathroom, now scrubbing up and down my sternum. His bottom lip was bitten raw, eyebrows drawn together with focus. I cleared my throat.

“Oh, God, sorry,” he withdrew his hand, as if I had burned him. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I tried not to sound too eager, “I just, um, I don’t think the stain is coming out.”

“Right, yeah,” he nodded, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, “I’ll get it cleaned for you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I shook my head, “I hate this dress, anyways.”

“Hate it?” he replied, then coughed quietly, “I mean, why?”

I shrugged, then glanced at the mirror. My entire front was stained, and I covered my smile with a hand.

“It’s pretty bad,” I noted, and he threw his hands behind his head, groaning.

“I’m an idiot,” he grumbled, looking at me in the mirror.

“Yeah,” I smirked, and he met my eyes in the reflection, “Not for this, though.”

“Shut up,” he giggled, then groaned again.

I leaned forward, turning on the tap. I cupped the water in my hands, splashing it against the stain. I heard him snicker behind me.

“Something to say?” I remarked, soaking my dress with another splash.

“No, just…” he didn’t say anything more.

“This would be easier if I could take off the dress.” The water was dripping off of me, pooling at my feet.

“Yeah,” he nodded. I gave him a pointed look in the mirror. “Oh, right,” he reached for the doorknob, but hesitated. I looked back at him, the room silent except for the trickling of water. His bottom lip was wet from the frequent sweeping of his tongue, prolonging the thick silence. I reached back, grabbing a hold of my zipper and tugging it down slowly. His face was pale, jagged shadows cutting underneath his features. I turned away, heart pounding too hard to keep his gaze. I let the dress fall to my ankles, stepping out of it and holding it under the sink. His hand was tight around the doorknob.

“I think it’s coming out,” I said, my voice distant and unfamiliar.

“You’re…” he spoke, hoarse and shaky. He pressed his lips together firmly.

“What do you think?” I held the dripping dress in front of me.

“Nice, yeah,” he took a step towards me, “Yeah, it’s working.” I turned off the tap. I wrung the dress between my hands, shivering at the cold air against my skin.

“Good as new,” I smiled, the damp dress still ruined. “I’m just going to wait for it to dry a bit.”

“Okay.” he crossed his arms.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“What?” he frowned, “No, I’ll stay.”

I dropped my gaze to his shoes, following the intricately stamped leather with my eyes. He reached a hand out cautiously, two fingers dragging down my bicep. My skin seemed to rise to meet him.

“I’ll stay.” he moved his fingers to my elbow, cupping it with his palm.

“Thank you,” I breathed, skin prickling wherever his eyes landed. “I… want you to stay.”

The sun rose behind his eyes, and he stepped closer to me. He skirted a hand over the curve of my side, knuckles skipping over the skin.

“If I don’t say anything now, I don’t think I ever will,” he leaned in, shuddering through a sigh, “I’m very serious about you. I’d like to take you out more, if you’d let me.”

“Okay,” I bit my cheek.

“Actually,” he grew bolder, “I wish you wouldn’t see anyone else.”

“I’m not seeing anyone else.” My arms were lead at my sides. He let a smile slip, rubbing his thumbs into my stomach in slow circles.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

“Yeah,” It wasn’t a difficult choice.

He dipped his head down to meet my lips, the mint and alcohol on his tongue spreading through my mouth. His hands were warm against the middle of my back, pressing into me deeply. I whined at his needy, heaving chest each time it met mine.

“I’m gonna grab you my coat,” he mumbled, mouth brushing against mine with each word. “Just… Don’t go anywhere.” He kept his hands firmly against my back, trying to pull his lips away. He moaned, frustrated, wrenching his hands off my body. He kissed me once more, his mouth open and greedy.

“Not… going anywhere,” I sighed, tugging at his collar gently.

“God,” he grabbed the sides of my face, pulling away with parted lips, “I could fuck you right here.”

I swallowed at the idea, cheeks reddening.

“I’m already in my underwear,” I watched his eyes flick down momentarily, his face flushed and desperate.

“Shit,” he cursed, crashing his lips against mine once more. His hands explored me more freely than before, taking in the softness and curve of my body. He gravitated towards the lace of my bra, toying with the closure. “Shit!” He pulled his hands away, dragging them through his hair. He took a forceful step back.

“I’ll wait,” my voice dripped with desire.

“Fuck,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets, eyelids heavy and lips swollen. “Stay right there.” His hand returned to the doorknob, and he sighed deeply. “Don’t move. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

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If you're okay with taking requests at this time, could you write something hurt/comfort with a fem!reader x Wrecker? Maybe they are on a mission and the reader gets hurt pretty bad and Wrecker has to get her to safety and treat her injuries. (I haven't seen many fics where Wrecker is the one having to save and provide aid for the reader....which is confusing bc I'd assume he would have had the same training that the rest of them did and Tech probably would have taught him some extra stuff too!) I really loved your most recent chapter of the Hunter x Vel fic and it's got me wanting some more hurt/comfort/medical stuff from you!

Hiiiii! First of all... (to all of you out there)... Thank you for being so patient and gracious with asks! I've been so much busier and also in a total writing funk, so I didn't want to force it and give you any less than my best! That being said... there are some really sweet and fun asks in there, and I'm excited to get to them! <3

SO... for this sweet Wrecker piece... I wanted to give you a lil somethin extra (I may have a few more of these up my sleeve for future works)... You'll see some words that are *hyperlinked*. Go ahead and click it if you want to hear Wrecker actually say them! :D

Wrecker x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Content Warnings: wartime violence, reader injury, pain described, not too graphic (shot in the leg and hurting ribs).

Wrecker’s heart was pounding as he saw you fall. You disappeared down the side of the hill, tumbling through brush and ferns. They would have been a beautiful addition to the lush mountainside the team had been forced into, but now they were obstacles that were only increasing your injuries as you crashed through them. A feral roar escaped him as he charged after you, going into BAMF mode as his blaster fired ceaselessly. A few tactically-tossed grenades disabled the closest tank, which he then pushed into the one next to it, crushing both of them against the rocky mountain wall. The rest of the team was closing in, working seamlessly and effectively as always. But this time, he was flushed with more than just the thrill of battle.

You finally came to a halt at the base of a large tree, lying flat on your back with one hip slightly tilted up where it had met the tree trunk that stopped your descent. The pain radiating throughout your chest was suffocating, and every shaky breath you took caused a stabbing sensation throughout your ribcage. The blaster bolt that took you down had hit your thigh hard enough to make you lose your balance, and in the split second before you hit the ground, you cursed yourself for your momentary distraction. And then you were falling. Part of you wished you were still falling, because in your stationary position, it was hard to focus on anything other than your injuries. You tried to pick your head up, immediately feeling dizzy, and flopped it back on the ground, seeing white spots begin to creep in at the edges of your vision.

The clouds were beautiful, at least. Bright orange and yellow against a hazy purple sky. It would have been an enjoyable place to rest and daydream… In fact, that was precisely what you wanted to do. You felt so heavy, and despite the waves of jaw-clenching pain coursing through you, there was an irresistible pull to surrender to the sleepiness that was overtaking you. The last thing you remembered was the sky slowly fading to white, then darkness.

“Where are you… Come on….” Wrecker grumbled, slipping and sliding down the hill with reckless abandon. He ran from tree to tree, using each one to stop himself and allow for a quick scan of the ground. A panic was rising within as he kept moving, convinced that he should have seen you by now. Perhaps he missed you on the way down? No, he had been careful. He just needed to keep a straight mind. He took a deep breath, pulse still racing, and then he caught a glimpse of your robe.

The bushes separating you from him were trampled to smithereens as he came to your side, dropping to his knees with a loud thud. You weren’t… you couldn’t be… He reached for you, pressing two large fingers delicately into the side of your neck. There it was – a pulse. His arms twitched; he was yearning to pull you into his lap, but hesitated, cautious of internal injuries that may not be apparent to the untrained eye. The blossoming red patch on the thigh of your dark green pants caused his eyes to grow round for a split second, and then he was moving. He didn’t have all of Tech’s pouches, and he found himself choking on his own taunts that he’d always flung at his brother as he wished he had more on him at the moment.

The hem of your robe caught his eye, and he muttered a brief apology before carefully pulling out from under you and tearing off the entire bottom of it. He fashioned the thick fabric into a makeshift compress to stop the bleeding and stabilize your leg, then moved up to your face, cupping the side of your cheek with utter tenderness. Your eyes fluttered open, sending a thrill through his chest as he willed with all his might for you to be okay.

“You’re awake,” he said, more of a wish than an observation. Your bleary vision was nothing but shapes and shadows for a moment, then he slowly came into focus.

“Wreck…” you breathed, wincing at the way the sound rattled inside your own head. “I’m–”

“You’re okay. I’m here. Gonna get you back to the ship.” His voice was loud, or maybe it just sounded that way to you, but it definitely had an undeniable alarm to it, beneath his attempted facade of calm focus.

You reached an arm out and tried to sit up again, but the immediate spasm took your breath away. You froze in place, unable to move without wishing you were unconscious. “I can’t…the ribs…” you said through gritted teeth and shallow breaths.

“We’ll figure it out. Take it easy,” Wrecker reassured, wrapping one strong arm around your shoulders so you didn’t have to hold yourself up anymore. He tapped the side of his helmet with the fingers on the other hand, touching base with the rest of the team. They’d finished “cleaning up the mess”, as Crosshair put it, and were en route to the Marauder. Wrecker looked back to you, considering the options in his mind. “Listen… I need to carry you back to the ship…”

Your eyes were tightly shut, tears squeezing out the corners. “It hurts too much,” you whimpered, dizziness threatening to rob you of consciousness again. “Leave me,” you said, not meaning a single word but losing your coherent thoughts by the moment.

"Hey! Hey... Look at me... You're gonna be alright. You hear me? I’ve got you. It’s okay." His words were sharp and urgent, the fear inside him crowding out the softness and affection he felt for you. You gave a small nod, fully expecting to pass out from the pain. Moving with a rapt awareness of your fragility, he slid his other arm beneath your knees, lifting you as he stood up with every attempt to keep your body in the same position. You cried out, the sound of your pain piercing him to the core. He apologized profusely, heading back to the ship as quickly as possible. It felt like hours. The agony washed over you again and again, and by the time he got you onto a bunk on the ship, you were almost delirious. Tech was quick to take off, lurching into hyperspace within minutes.

Wrecker ripped his helmet off with one hand, kneeling on the floor next to your bunk. He was furiously rummaging through the medpack next to him, gathering precisely what he needed with shaky hands. You just wanted it to be over, but his sudden closeness brought a warm feeling that temporarily bloomed throughout your abdomen as he leaned over you with a stimpack, pressing it against your arm. It dispensed with a loud hiss, and after a few seconds, a sweet relief began to spread throughout your limbs.

“Thank you.” Your breathy gratitude softened the intensity in his eyes, and he stroked a large hand down the side of your hair before pressing his forehead to yours with feather-light touch. The cocktail of bacta, painkillers, and anesthesia slowly reached your head, and as you drifted off into sleep again, his whisper soothed away the last vestiges of pain. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

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You woke up a few hours later, discovering as you tried to peek at the clean dressing on your leg that you were immobilized around your middle. You took a tentative breath in, slowly expanding your ribs against the dull ache. The sudden appearance of a round head peering over the edge of the bunk above you made you gasp in surprise, followed by an immediate wince at the discomfort it caused.

“Shoot, sorry,” he muttered, clambering off the bunk to the ground beside you. He took one of your hands in his, resting his elbow on the edge of the mattress. “How do you feel?”

“Like garbage,” you said with a smile, rolling your head to the side to take in the tender affection on his expressive face.

“Well you’re beautiful garbage,” Wrecker chuckled, stroking the back of your hand with a thumb. “I got ya all patched up… For now,” he admitted with a sheepish tone, although you couldn’t discern why.

“You’re amazing,” you said quietly, giving his hand a feeble squeeze. “That’s twice now…”

“Ah, who’s countin?” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your cheek and flushing you with tingles.

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Moment of Weakness-seventeen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: I have no idea why this one was so hard to write! It could be because I have my mind working on overdrive for my Winter Soldier story I've got planned. BUT, the real freaking drama is about to happen so buckle the fuck up.

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Monday morning came before I was ready to face it, but I knew that there wasn’t any way I would be able to stay home, avoiding my problems, for much longer. My mind had been jumbled with thoughts of Bucky and Steve which made my decision way harder than I would have liked it to be. What did help, however, was that I didn’t hear from either of them the last couple of days, both giving me space when I needed it most.

Now, the half block walk from where I parked my car to the office building gave me time to think even more about the two men.

Steve.

He was a breath of fresh air, something different and inviting. He never once judged me for what I was doing with Bucky. He never said he knew but didn’t have too. Steve was nice from day one when I started, and our relationship grew slowly over time and it would be stupid not to give him a chance.

Bucky.

Bucky was everything that I had been wanting for so long, he’s the one that my heart yearns for when I’m not around him. He’s the one that I think of the second I put my head down for the night and the second I rise from the bed.

While there was chemistry when Steve and I kissed, it was always different with Bucky.

My heart rate would accelerate, pounding all throughout my body while my knees would go weak, unable to stand. There was so much fire and intensity with something unknown hidden behind every one of Bucky’s kisses. I couldn’t explain it, it merely kept me wanting more.

However, there still was the fact that Bucky was married and unable to fully commit to me one hundred percent while Steve was ready to give himself to me; in more ways than one.

In the end, someone was going to get hurt and I was willing for it to be me so neither Bucky nor Steve would fall prey to it.

As I turned the corner, Barnes Industries coming into view, I felt a burning gaze at the back of my head which caused me to turn on my heels. Eyes scanned the busy street, other people getting ready to start their own workday, and when no one seemed out of place, I continued the short walk to the front door.

Only now, the burning intensified, and I quickly spun around, this time catching a petite woman dart down the alley a couple feet away from me.

“What the fuck,” I muttered with furrowed brows.

When I turned back around, I collided with a large chest, feet stumbling back, and I prepared myself to fall onto the concrete. Strong arms wrapped around me, catching me before I fell.

His eyes bored into mine and my body went rigid with fear.

“Cl-clint.” I stammered.

Clint helped me stand up straight and made a mockery of dusting my shoulders off.

“You should really watch where you’re going, Y/N. You never know who you might run into, literally.”

My lips were pulled in a straight line, too afraid to speak a word, and I did the best I could to move past him through the crowded streets. Two gazes were burning a hole into the back of my head but I didn’t bother to look back and see, knowing who one of them belonged to.

“Shit.”

“Oh fuck!”

A small scream fell from my lips when I collided with yet another body, only this one I felt safe in their embrace as his vibranium hand captured my lower back. Bucky’s blue eyes watching me with concern.

“Doll? Are you alright?”

I shook my head, blinking away a few tears that pooled in my eyes. Bucky looked around before pulling me further inside of the building, helping me sit in the chair at my desk.

He kneeled in front of me, placing a hand on my cheek. “Hey, what happened?”

“I felt as if someone was watching me when I was walking in. I got distracted trying to see who and ended up walking into Clint. There’s no way that he would be in your neighborhood for the hell of it, right?”

Bucky’s shoulders went rigid, a low scowl on his lips. “Only to scare you.”

I shook my head. “I thought you paid off the hit?”

“I did,” he nodded. “Maybe he’s trying to scare you.”

“Well, it worked,” I sniffled.

With both of his hands around the back of my neck, he placed a small kiss on my forehead, the action calming my shaking bones immediately.

“Maybe I should go home. He doesn't know where I live,” I said.

As soon as the words left my lips, I couldn’t help but question that statement. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he knew where I lived.

“I’d feel a lot better if you stayed here, that way I can make sure you’re safe,” Bucky replied.

I nodded, knowing he was right.

We stared at each other, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as Bucky began to lean in closer and even with the fire burning low in my abdomen, I let out a small cough to put some distance between us.

“I think I’m going to make some coffee, get my mind off what happened.”

“Sure,” Bucky gave me a forced smile and slowly pulled away. “I’ll be in my office and have the door open if you need anything.”

I didn’t bother to see the small look of hurt across his face as I removed myself from his grasp.

Who was that woman? Something about her screamed familiar but I never got a good look at her face.

I mulled those same thoughts in my mind as I stood in front of the coffee maker, teeth caught between my teeth, trying to figure out who that mystery woman was that darted into the alley when I caught her following me.

“Maybe she works with Clint,” I muttered to myself, pouring a rather large cup of coffee.

My third one in a few hours.

The morning slowly spilled into the early afternoon and I had done a great job in avoiding Bucky and Steve, not ready to face the latter. Though, I knew that at some point I would have to talk to him, to let him know how I felt.

“Hey,” a soft voice sounded behind me.

Fuck, I didn’t mean right now.

I sighed, giving Steve a small smile. “Hi.”

“Bucky told me what happened,” Steve said while running a hand through his hair.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, noticing how worried he was. “Clint didn’t hurt me.”

“I promise you; I paid him off. Bucky handed me the money and I brought it to Clint’s house. He gave me his word that the hit is off,” he assured me.

I gave him a firm nod. “Steve, you don’t need to prove yourself. I believe you.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit before I felt his fingers grasp at my own, pulling me towards his office. “Can we talk, in private?”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I knew that this conversation would happen eventually and now would be the best time to get it over with. No more avoiding it.

“Sure.”

I let Steve gently pull me into his office and once the door was closed, he motioned for the couch that sat in place on the other end of the room. We both sat, with some distance between us.

He ran a hand over his beard and let out a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize. You’re going through a lot right now and I shouldn’t have added more by kissing you.”

I place a hand on his knee. “I wanted that kiss just as much as you did, Steve.”

His face brightened. “You did?”

“Yeah. We’ve been doing this dance for months now, it was only a matter of time.”

Steve sighed. “But-.”

My heart stung when I realized he had a hint of what I was going to say, his tone of voice sounding so broken.

This time I linked our hands together. “I don’t think it’s fair to you to be with you if I’m not 100 percent committed to you. You don’t deserve that.”

Steve’s blue eyes twinkled under the light from his office. “But you do?”

I blinked, a bit caught off guard, and didn’t know how to answer him only because he was right. Why did I deserve to be with someone that wasn’t committed to me?

“I can’t explain it,” I admitted with a shrug. “There’s something about him that it’s hard to let go.”

Steve lifted my chin when I looked down ashamed. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Y/N. I’m used to losing girls to Buck.”

“Do you hate me?” I asked with a shaky breath.

“I could never hate you.”

We gazed into each other's eyes and even with the magnetic pull I felt bringing me in closer to him, I fought against it by placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“You’re a good man, Rogers,” I breathed against his skin.

The bright glow of the moon spilled through the large windows of the building and with a low breath, I packed up my things purposely taking my time. I had to leave, go home for the night, but I was afraid of walking to my car alone with what happened this morning.

Steve had left a few hours ago, with a quick wave but broken eyes, and it did nothing to mend the hurt I felt in my stomach. It made me sick, knowing I caused him that pain.

I glanced over to the office behind me, the man lounging on his couch with his head resting against the back of it, eyes shut in quiet solace.

We spent the majority of the day avoiding each other but now that I needed to ask him a huge favor, I wasn’t quite sure on how Bucky would answer.

A gentle tap sounded on the frame of his door causing him to open his eyes, small smile pulling at his lips.

“Headed out?” Bucky nodded to my purse and jacket.

I nodded. “I know I’ve been avoiding you all day so feel free to say no.”

With his own nod, I continued. “Would you mind walking me to my car?”

“Of course, doll.”

Bucky’s smile warmed my heart, and I waited patiently as he slipped on his leather jacket. “Ready?”

“Yea,” I smiled.

The cold night air wrapped around us and I made an effort to bring my jacket closer to me, in hope of creating some sort of heat. Bucky noticed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to pull me closer. The warmth that radiated from him quickly spread to my own body and I silently moaned at the feeling.

“Bucky?”

My voice was quiet but he still heard, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “You alright, doll?”

We came to a stop in front of my car and I avoided leaving; not before telling him exactly how I felt about everything.

My palm rested against his cheek, his plump lips pressing a kiss upon the skin there and the butterflies that laid dormant the last few days began to flutter to life.

“I don’t want to get hurt,” I made known.

Bucky nodded in my grasp. “I don’t want to hurt you, doll.”

“I like you a lot, Bucky.”

He quickly brought me closer to him, our nose grazing against one another.

“The feelings are mutual.”

His voice was deep which made my core itch with desire.

Bucky began digging around in his pocket and placed a small, white card in my hand. As the words burned into my brain, my lips curled up in a smile.

Matt Murdock. New York’s Best Divorce Lawyer.

“A divorce?” I questioned, with so much optimism.

He answered my question by capturing our lips together, his own feeling so soft and tasted like the bourbon I saw him drink earlier in the night. Our bodies molded together, as they always did, and I nibbled on his bottom lip when he pulled away.

“I’m hoping by the end of the month she’ll be served with the papers.”

Tears brimmed in my eyes. “You’re really leaving her?”

Vibranium fingers tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “For you, Y/N. I’d do anything for you. The mere thought of possibly losing you to Steve was a wakeup call. I can’t lose you and I will do anything to keep you.”

Our lips met in yet another heated kiss, Bucky pushing me up against the cold metal of my car and I looped my fingers into the belt loops of his pants to bring him closer to me, needing that reminder of how his cock felt pressed against me.

We were so engrossed in each other, our possible future together, that neither of us felt the burning eyes from the figure that lingered in the darkness.

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