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#I wanted to do it last night but basically passed out when I got home then woke up at midnight and didn’t sleep again until after 3am
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Hello! It's my first time requesting, I don't know if you will write it or not, but I thought I'll put the idea in, basically when I had this sudden burst of idea for a story where in this story Bucky is sort of a the type of guy who likes to bring girls and ykyk, and unfortunately the reader has a crush on Bucky and they r neighbour so reader would tend to listen to the noises and it would break the reader's heart. One day, she decided to go for a walk when Bucky was *cough* w some random girl, and unfortunately, the reader was attacked from behind, and Steve or Sam found her and brought her to the Medbay, and when Bucky found out his heart broke and he confessed, bc he also has a crush on the reader but don't know how to do handle it so he just go with other girls to push his feelings aside, obv doesn't work. Ending fluff!! Love your work always🫶
You’re The One That I Want » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky doesn’t want the other girls he has brought home, all he wants is Y/N.
Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of blood, crying, kissing, cuddling, use of pet names
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
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You covered your ears with your hands and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the sound of the moans coming from Bucky’s apartment next door. You couldn’t help but feel jealous and heartbroken. You’ve had a crush on Bucky since the day you moved in next door to him, but it’s pretty obvious that he doesn’t feel the same way about you. He brings a different girl home almost every night. You put on a jacket and grabbed your phone and keys. You decided to take a walk to get your mind off of Bucky having a girl over. The night air felt refreshing. You hadn’t realized how long you were walking when you felt someone grab you from behind and pulled you into a nearby alley. The person covered your mouth to muffle your screams. The next thing you knew, you felt something sharp pierce your left side. Soon your body felt limp and you fell to the ground, everything went dark after that. Steve was walking down the street when something caught his eye in the alley. He cautiously entered the alley and seen a person lying on the ground unconscious. Something about this person seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He crouched down and carefully rolled the person over. His eyes widened when he seen your face.
“Y/N, it’s Steve. Can you hear me?” Steve says.
That’s when he felt something wet. He looked down and seen a pool of blood underneath you. He checked for a pulse. Your pulse was weak, but it was there. Steve picked you up bridal style and took you to the med bay at the Avengers Compound. While the doctors were checking you out, he tried to call and text Bucky, but he didn’t answer.
“Come on, Buck. Answer your damn phone.” Steve says to himself.
Steve was sent to voicemail for what it seems like the hundredth time. He sighed and put his phone in pocket and ran his fingers through his hair. Steve knows you’re Bucky’s next door neighbor. He also knows that Bucky would like to know if something bad happened to you.
The next morning, Bucky woke up next to a girl who’s name he didn’t remember. He grabbed his phone and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when he seen a lot of miss calls and texts from Steve. He got out of bed to get dressed at the same time the girl woke up. He politely told her that he had to go to work and she left. He then made his way to the Avengers Compound.
“Why did you call and text me so many times last night? Where’s the emergency?” Bucky asks, walking towards Steve.
“It’s Y/N.” Steve says.
“My neighbor Y/N? What’s wrong with her?” He asks.
“I found her with a stab wound and passed out from blood loss in an alley last night.” Steve tells him.
Bucky felt his heart drop and his eyes widened. A bunch of bad scenarios were going through his mind.
“Where is she? Is she awake?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.
“She’s in the med bay and still hasn’t woke up yet.” Steve says.
Bucky immediately ran to the med bay. His eyes teared up when he seen you in the bed with an IV in your arm and a breathing tube in your nose that’s giving you oxygen. He approached the bed and sat down next to you. Him seeing you in the bed like that almost killed him. He carefully picked up your hand, giving it a kiss and held it. Bucky couldn’t help but feel guilt. If he answered his phone last night, he would’ve been here sooner.
“I’m s-so sorry this happened to you, doll.” His voice cracking. “This shouldn’t have happened to you.” He says with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Bucky sniffles and let out a shaky breath. He thought hooking up with girls who aren’t you would push his feelings away about you, but it didn’t work. You’re on his mind 24/7.
“I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but umm…” Bucky paused for a few seconds. “I just want to tell you that I’m in love with you. I thought that seeing girls who aren’t you would push the feelings I have for you away. You’re always on my mind. You’re the one that I want.” He confesses. “If you don’t feel the same way as me, I totally understand.” He says.
He waited a moment, hoping you would wake up after he said that, but you didn’t. Bucky sighed and laid his head on the bed.
“What you said was really sweet.” Natasha says, breaking the silence.
Bucky lifted his head to see Natasha in the doorway. Wanda was standing next to her. They walked in the room and stood next on the opposite side of the bed.
“Thanks, but I doubt that she feels the same way about me.” He says.
“She’ll get through this, Bucky.” Wanda says.
“I hope so.” He says, looking at you.
Something came to Bucky’s mind. He remembered you told him you like red roses. Maybe that’ll help you change your mind about him if you feel differently towards him.
“Can you two do something for me?” Bucky asks, looking at them.
“Of course. Anything.” Natasha says.
“I want to get her roses, but I don’t want to leave her. Can you two get them for me? She likes the red ones.” He says, giving them some money.
“That’s so sweet of you. Of course we’ll do that for you.” Wanda says, taking the money from him.
After they left, Bucky looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He lifted one of his hands and moved your hair from your face, admiring your beautiful features. He gently caressed your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. Bucky couldn’t stop his eyes from tearing up. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than for you to wake you up.
“Don’t leave me. Please wake up, doll.” Bucky says, letting his tears free fall.
Bucky laid his head against the bed. You could hear his voice. You also felt his hand holding yours. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting them to adjust to the light. It took you a moment to gather your surroundings. You looked to your right to see Bucky sitting next to the bed.
“B-Bucky?” You say weakly.
Bucky’s head shot up when he heard your voice. A smile grew on his face. Relief washed over him, knowing that you’re alive.
“Oh thank god!” Bucky says, hugging you tightly.
You whimpered in pain when his arm accidentally bumped your wound.
“Shit, sorry.” He apologizes, letting go of you.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wondering why your left side is in pain. You lifted your shirt just enough to see bandages on your left side.
“Wh-What happened and where am I?” You asked, looking at him.
“Steve said you were attacked from behind. You’re in the med bay in the Avengers Compound.” Bucky explains.
“Did you find me?” You asked.
“No. Steve found you.” You could hear the sadness in Bucky’s voice. “What’s the last thing you remember?” He asks.
“Uhh…” That’s when it came to you. “You and the girl you brought home last night were- umm enjoying yourselves…” You tried not to sound awkward. “And I didn’t want to hear it so I went on a walk and someone grabbed me from behind. I’m assuming that’s how I got this.” You explained, lifting your shirt to show him the bandages.
Bucky felt even more guilty. He felt like this is his fault. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, doll.” Bucky apologizes. “I should’ve been there for you.” He says.
You lifted your hand weakly and caressed his cheek, your thumb rubbing across his stubble.
“This isn’t your fault, Bucky.” You say softly.
You looked in his teary blue eyes. Bucky leaned in, kissing you passionately. Steve, Natasha, and Wanda walked in at the same time you two were kissing. Bucky slowly pulled away from you, glancing over to the doorway to see the three of them standing there.
“You have company, doll.” Bucky says.
You looked at the door, smiling when you seen Steve, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda had a vase of red roses in her hands.
“Bucky told me and Nat to get these for you.” Wanda says, placing the roses on the table next to the bed.
“We’ll leave you two alone. We’re happy that you’re awake.” Natasha says, walking out of the room with Wanda following her.
“Steve…” You stopped him in his tracks. “Thank you for saving me.” You say.
“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m just glad I found you and got you help.” Steve says with a smile before leaving the room.
You turned your head to admired the roses for a moment before turning to face Bucky.
“I don’t know if you heard what I said earlier or not, but I mean every word. If you don’t feel the same way about me, I completely understand. We can go back to being neighbors and-” You silenced Bucky with a kiss.
“I’ve been in love with you since the day I moved in next door to you.” You confessed.
Bucky smiles widely and kissed you sweetly and passionately.
“When you’re fully recovered, do you want to go on a date with me?” Bucky asks.
“I’d love that.” You say in almost a whisper.
You scooted over in the bed, whimpering in pain when you moved the wrong way.
“Doll, what are you doing?” Bucky asks.
“Lay down next to me.” You say, patting the bed next to you.
Bucky happily laid down next to you, wrapped his arms around you protectively and being careful not to touch your wound.
“You’re staying with me till you’re fully recovered and then I’m going to help you move your stuff to my apartment.” Bucky says.
“We’re not even dating yet and you want me to move in with you.” You say, looking up at him.
“You’re my girl now and that means I want you to live with me.” He says.
You smiled and kissed his stubbly cheek. You laid your head on his chest, slowly falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Bucky kissed the top of your head, smiling to himself when the two of you finally got each other to yourselves.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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leclercstars · 3 months
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ROCKSTAR [pt. 2]
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Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: Things heat up in your hotel room after Lando and Oscar signed your tits at COTA. It’s okay to drunk text a celebrity… right?
Warnings: 18+ alcohol, sexting, masturbation implied
this one is so fun i cant even lie
You flopped lazily onto your hotel bed. It was almost 1, and you were basically hammered after spending the night in downtown Austin. You got plenty of wide-eyed stares when people noticed the famous signatures prominently displayed on your cleavage. You were still in shock about that whole situation- and it felt like a dream in your drunken haze
You opened your phone to give your best friend back home an update on your weekend- when you suddenly saw the unsaved number in your phone. Fuck. You had ACTUALLY forgotten about that part of your day. You groaned with exhaustion and confusion. What the hell were you supposed to do with Lando’s number? Especially after that comment he made about “saving the pictures for later”
Whatever. You could worry about that in the morning. The vodka sodas spilled all down the front of you coupled with the faded and smeared signatures had you looking like a wreck. You stumbled to the bathroom to get in the shower- hoping that would help you clear your head.
You stripped down and then turned to face the mirror- the signatures now even more visible in your nakedness. You were feeling bold.
“Finally about to wash you off of me lol” you texted Lando. You hastily set the phone face down on the counter- but it buzzed back at you almost immediately.
“Oh yeah? Let me get one last look before you do” Lando responded.
“Is he asking me for nudes right now? What in the actual fuck is my life,” you thought.
You posed in the mirror- leaning forward to push your tits together so the signatures were extra visible. Your nipples were piqued from the coldness of the hotel- but you were so drunk you couldn’t really tell if you actually looked good. Fuck it. You hit send.
A minute passed. Two minutes passed. Your heart was thumping.
“Fuck baby,” was the response you saw on your glowing screen.
“Baby? I can’t believe he’s just coming right out of the gate with the pet names,” you thought.
Was he touching himself right now? You sort of hoped so. You put your phone on silent and jumped in the shower. Why not leave him wanting more? Besides- your drunk brain was not fit to be sexting a famous person.
Part 3 from Lando’s POV???
part 1
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hysteria-things · 1 month
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NSFW ALPHABET
read chris’s here
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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so long story short i was going to post the next part of promise last night but i got home from work, watched a movie, and passed out LMAO i never sleep well at night so your girl was tired🤣
i finished this today so i’m posting it now and then promise part three later! sorry for the wait :)
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
matt turns into a completely different human during aftercare. you guys would be done after a rough session and he’ll immediately ask if you’re okay at least a billion times and will get you anything you need.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
his hands. will always be moving them on your body, and he knows you love it. if you guys are out in public or hanging out with friends he’ll still have a hand on you at all times.
a sucker for your tits. if you wear a tank top or a dress that shows cleavage he’ll be staring nonstop, especially when they bounce. will also play with them when you guys are alone.
“HONK HONK!”
“seriously?”
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
uses a condom but when he doesn’t, he’ll pull out and cum on your tits. if you’re on your knees, then he’ll cum on your face. he enjoys cumming on your body, to say the least.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he’s the dominant one but wishes you’d be more dominant with him. you’ve done it a few times, but deep down he wants to be submissive to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
let’s be honest, he was a virgin when he met you. he’d never put himself out there but when you came into the picture something clicked in him and made him more confident in himself. he didn’t know what he was doing at first but learned quickly.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
he’s a cowgirl boy. the way your tits bounce in front of his face drives him up a wall. if not, then he’ll do missionary. more specifically where your legs are propped over his shoulders.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
matt knows you like his humor, so he’s not afraid to tell some jokes. you feel safe and comfortable when he goofs around a little.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
same as chris — not clean shaved but trimmed.
also doesn’t care if you have hair or not, but likes it when you have some just a little more.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
no matter if you’re going rough or not, he’ll always hold you skin-to-skin and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. it drives you crazy when you feel his whispers against you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
one time you left a pair of your panties at his house, and he keeps them in his underwear drawer. when he needs to relieve himself, he’ll grab them and he’ll jack off to it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
LOVES when you mark him. finds it so hot when you scratch up his back or leave hickeys on his neck to let everybody know you’re his.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
definitely the bedroom. he’s not the type to do anything in public, so either one of your rooms is the best bet. he’s a pretty private guy.
honorable mention is the minivan!
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
when you send him nudes. he could be filming a vlog or car video when he gets a message from you, and he’ll put the video on hold to speed over to you.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)
this was a little hard, but i think anal. for some reason, he finds it weird and also thinks that he’ll hurt you during it. just not his cup of tea.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
although he is matt the munch, when you suck his dick it sends him to another universe. loses his marbles the moment you put your mouth around him and when you overstimulate him.
his skill is top-tier; can eat you out for as long as he feels like it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he will go fast and rough if you tease him too much or if you’re acting like a brat, but other than that he’s in between. going hard to feel himself deep inside you, but will go slow at the same time.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not too often, but if you guys are hanging out with friends at his/your house he’s not shy to take you to the bedroom (or bathroom) for a few.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
is a little skeptical when you ask to try something new, but will still experiment because he wants to see what makes you happy.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
like one LMAO he’s not the type to keep going after you orgasm for the first time. once you guys cum, you’re both pretty satisfied as it is.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
like chris, he doesn’t own any but you do. if you’re the dominant one at the moment, you’ll tease his tip with a vibrator to make him squirm and moan your name😇
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he’s not much of a teaser in the relationship but you are. especially when you’re super horny, you’ll tease the crap out of him no matter what you guys are doing. you just want him to fuck the shit out of you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
BOY IS A WHIMPERER AND MOANER. if he’s not dirty-talking, he’ll bury his head into your neck and whimper about how good you feel wrapped around him. when he’s close, his moans will become more rapid.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
if he’s playing video games, he’ll let you cockwarm him. it’s a fun little game he likes to play with you. his one rule is to not move, but if you do, he’ll bend you over the desk while you play the game for him. you lose every time.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
looks lanky but has a decent build. when his body tenses as he’s fucking you, you see his toned muscles more clearly.
not as big as chris, but is more lengthy. i said what i said.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
not as high as yours LOL. you wish you could fuck all the time, but he’ll have sex if the both of you are in the mood.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
no matter how tired he is, he’ll make sure your needs are fulfilled before falling asleep. he doesn’t want to leave you hanging. when he does go to sleep, he’ll wrap his arms around you and cuddle until you guys wake up.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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kimsmuse · 9 months
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yandere rich kid !!
not really a kid, just a spoiled brat.
gender neutral!reader, obsessive behaviour, blackmailing, mentions of drunk driving, implications of sex but no real smut TT. if you want to talk about yanderes my inbox is always open <33
i was thinking about mingi of ateez when i wrote it so you can imagine him as the faceclaim (v v optional)
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very rough idea but !! yandere nepo kid who is The Wild Kid, he’s his parents' and siblings' worst nightmare, partying like its his last night, hooking up right and left.
just imagine like early 2010s justin bieber but, um, no hate to him, but better.
this guy isn't evil or cruel or anything, he's just numb, and he's doing every possible thing that comes his way to just feel something, anything he can.
drugs? nothing. alcohol? nothing. nothing makes him feel like the people he sees in the movies, he tries talking to so many people, sleeps with them, but he can't feel it.
and it becomes increasingly uncomfortable for him inside his own body, he's aware of the things that are happening, his parents being disappointed, threatening to write him off their will but he can't seem to stop himself.
club after club, every bouncer knows him, the bartenders know his order, accurate down to the T because they know what's going to happen if they don't.
and enter you. okay, okay, this seems wattpad-ish but its not like love at first sight or anything. because when you and your friends sneak in to the vip section, the least of your worries is the nepo guy.
your friends seem to have an instant attraction to him, thanks to his entertainment news headlines. "famous business tycoon's son gone wild!" and what not. who doesn't want their name attached to a guy like that? everybody who doesn't have an ounce of rationality in their brain!
but he had other plans for tonight, he was spiralling, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to sit here normally and pretend his insides weren't burning. why was there no comfort for him?
he dreaded going home and waking up, looking at the clear disappointed looks of his family. he wishes he was different too, he wants to say to them.
the dance floor clears as the night deepens and soon enough your friends have abandoned their idea of getting laid by him, their patience running out as they grab some other people to take home.
you’re trying to get yourself a cab when he brushes past you, looking back briefly to apologise but when he is a bit ahead, he turns back again and offers you a ride, which you politely refuse, “thanks for asking but i’ll get a cab soon enough,”
okay, then he’ll wait with you! he doesn’t have anything better to do and he’d be going against the way his parents raised him (as if he hasn’t done that enough) if he left you out here alone so late.
after about 20 minutes of standing, looking through various taxi apps, you give up and take him up on his offer, and all the while our rich, spoiled yandere is figuring out what he’s feeling, it was out of basic courtesy that he offered you a lift but now that you’re sitting beside him in his car, he feels like he’s breathing in a new kind of air.
and you swear you didn’t mean to, but maybe its your hormones and the disappointment that all your friends got someone they went home with but you didn’t.. so as soon as you’re in the car, you give him The Look. and while normally the guy would just take it to his backseat, something in him stops him. instead he says, “my place isn’t far,” you nod.
when you regain your senses, it’s too late. it’s the next morning. but thankfully, he was the last person to ask you about what you both were after last night, and the last person to want to “see you again,” so you try your best to get dressed as his sleeping form just lies there peacefully. he’s cute, you admit that.
a few days pass by and you’re thankful that this wasn’t like the other times where his photos and the people he was with would be all over social media, so you went on with your life normally, attending classes, studying and all the jazz.
when once out of thr blue, when you’re working the counter at your part-time, he’s there. he gives you a small smile as you become increasingly uncomfortable. “hey,” you greet him awkwardly.
“i wanted to talk to you… about that night,”
and believe it or not but that’s when your entire life changes. the guy who didn’t even know your name was suddenly there asking you for a bit if your time and the manager obviously obliges, is even eager for it, the publicity that it would get the cafè ….
but yeah, as i was saying, he’s going to come up with a “will you date me?” it doesn’t, matter if he doesn’t know your name, he’ll learn, he’ll learn everything about you, he was willing to, didn’t that count? “please, give me a chance, you won’t regret it, i swear.” and you gulp, okay…
and after that, he’s driving you home from work, home from dates he’s taking you out to, and home from even your college which isn’t even a 5 minute walk from your apartment, and although it’s supposed to feel like “dating” you can’t help but feel a little awkward around him, the fact that he was doting on you like no one ever had in your life and seemed to be perfectly fine with whatever you wanted was just a little off putting.
for the yandere, it’s as if he’s been reborn, it’s as if he found a new purpose at life, he’s so overjoyed at the fact that he was looking for a sign and god actually gave it to him. it was you! he felt everything then, he felt heart beating in his chest, he felt the rain on his face, it was everything h ever wanted.
“this is NOT the guy from the headlines, y/n, this is his twin or something,” your friends were collectively shocked.
even the media was. they wrote articles and articles on if this was just a new stunt or has the resident playboy actually settled down? and they were snooping around your life too, and when the guy went to his parents to help stop that, his parents were delighted to hear that their son wasn’t asking for a new car but instead to help protect a person’s privacy?? who was he??
but they helped, obviously. not without a catch though, they hired a private investigatior to spy on you, were you blackmailing their son? who are you? they weren’t opposed to him finding love, they just wanted to make sure he was safe and not being taken advantage of. when you turn up clean and the investigatior lets them know that you aren’t even in a bit of love with him as much he is, his father is scared.
so he hires the same investigator again, it’s safe to say that money the private investigator made on these two tasks was enough to suffice him for the rest of his years.
and his father decides to pay you a visit, “please, this is the first month since he started middle school that i haven’t been spending on people to keep their mouths shut and to not file cases aainst him, you’ve truly changed him,”
you’re a little uncomfortable again, being this person wasn’t someone you wanted to be, jsut be reduced to beng someone who fixed him, he was nice, yes, but you did not want a relationship right now, let alone a serious-committed one.
then the father takes out his trump card, “…i did not want to do this but,”
he knows where your parents live, your siblings’ workplace.
“so, play along, okay?”
and the worst thing is that, you can't even call the police on one of the richest men in your country.
and as if this problem wasn’t enough, it isn’t even been 3 months and your friends have entirely stopped talking to you. why? well, because, you can’t even have a sleepover without that guy calling you every hour, asking if you ate well, are drinking enough water. and you don't blame them, you wouldn't have liekd it if you were in their position as well.
when you try, (keyword, try) to talk to him about it, he gets super sulky… what do you mean you're bothered by being left alone by your friends? you had him… wasn't that enough?
even at your part-time, it was getting uncomfortable, the times he would just sit in the cafè, working (yes, he even agreed to take over his father's company fot you) and while he obviously paid for his drinks, it was just concerning to the people you knew that he was fliterally following you around, that wasn't healthy.
you have an intuition it won't work, but you decide to give it a try anyway. "hey, we need to talk," you text him. and there’s a response in not even seconds, “what’s wrong?”
“just come over,”
you best believe he’s there in not even 10-15 minutes, and he’s panting too. couldn’t even wait for the lift, his precious darling needed him.
“listen.. i,”
“what?”
“i don’t think this is….working out,”
“what?”
“don’t freeak out-“
“freak out? are you kidding? i.. love you, how isn’t this working out?”
“you’re way too controlling,”
“i’m what? do you know how many peole would kill to be in your place, and people who would want their boyfriends to be like me? nd you say i’m ‘too controlling’?”
“it’s…”
“you have no idea how grateful you should be to me,” you’d never seen him so… angry and it was like you could see the comments being true. “he’s so rude, acts so entitled,” being true.
“don’t look at me like that, i tried my best to appeal to you in a way you should have liked,” he hangs his head down.
“now we do things my way,”
kiss your freedom, part-time, college and apartment bye bye, because you won’t need it anyway, you’ll be his spouse, and there’s no bigger qualification than that. you desperately want to work? be his assistant, he’s getting ready to take over the company soon enough. his parents do see it, the things he’s doing but they can’t interefere, at least he’s staying out of the headlines, that’s all that matters.
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rosipuree · 4 months
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Never lose me.
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Toji Fushiguro x f!reader
Warnings: Creampie, Virginity loss, Choking, Squirting, erm more probably idunno. Not proofread.
Also my first time writing this stuff so give feedback please!!
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Toji was the last person to be in a relationship. He's tried way too many times, but he just wasn't amused by the women he met.
He was giving one last time tonight. "Thanks again Shiu." He says fixing his hair up in a mirror near the front entrance of his home.
"No problem man, I got you every time." Shiu says stuffing his mouth with popcorn as Megumi was deeply focused in the movie that had been playing in the back.
Toji checks his outfit one more time, a black tight long sleeve paired with black slacks. He knew it was basic but after all he doesn't plan on staying out long.
Here he sat bored out of his mind as this women had been doing nothing but blabbering about herself. She was beautiful, but god she would not shut up. Toji got at least four words and it's already been half an hour.
He looked around trying to entertain himself another way, till his eyes landed on you. You were one of his first dates. He vividly remembers you, everything about you was so fucking perfect. Till he found out you were too young for him.
The pink strapless dress you had on tonight, how it hugged your peachy ass perfectly. Your hair was so silky and longer than last time he saw you. Your laugh echoing into his ears.
He still remembers the disappointed look in your face when he told you how it just couldn't work out. But he didn't hesitate to jerk off that night, thinking about you.
His thoughts were interrupted by the cold liquid poured onto his head. "Why the hell are you eyeing that fucking women when we're on a date?" The women says catching the attention of many around the restaurant. Even you.
Fuck.
"You're fucking crazy." He scoffed getting out of his seat leaving her there all alone. He walked passed you before exiting the restaurant.
He sat in his car taking off his shirt. 'I'm definitely done.' He said quietly talking to himself.
He heard a small tap on his window. He turned his head making eye contact with you. Slowly rolling the window down. "So this is where you take all your dates huh?" You chuckled.
Just at the sound of your sweet laugh he felt his heart skip a beat. "What do ya want kid?" He sighs flipping his damp hair back.
You rolled your eyes, "I'm not even that much younger than you." You say leaning on the car door to have a better look at him.
"Y/n, 15 years apart is not a lot?" He asked while his eyes kept floating to your peachy lips. He would fuck that little mouth of yours and love it.
You smiled, "Nope."
That smile had him in a chokehold.
"Get in." Toji unlocks the doors to the car, he noticed that pretty little smirk draw on your face as you slowly back up from his door to walk to the passenger side.
Your ass moving like jello when you walked past the front of his car giving him a perfect view. Just at the sight of you made his blood move straight to his dick.
Next thing you know, all that was heard in the car was the rustling and sloppy wet kisses in Toji's car . You tauntingly pull away from this kiss. You felt Toji's grip around your waist tighten.
It hurt so fucking good. His big arms, how little you looked sitting on top on him. "Fuck...why'd you pull away?" He whispered.
You looked at him with those pleading big doe eyes, "Did you ever miss me Toji?"
"Of course I did." His hands roamed to the fat meaty part of your ass to grab the hem of your dress, sliding it over your head.
No bra, just that slutty bright pink thong. He noticed the tattoo of a butterfly between your breast. How it made your plump tits pop out more.
Toji admired the beauty in front of him. Was it desperate to say this was how he wanted that night to end? That night when he first met you.
You leaned in giving him wet lazy kisses all over his neck. Sucking a little harder in some places to leave marks. "Toji I need you." You whispered in his ear causing his body to shudder.
Toji wanted to fuck you hard.
"Get in the back." He says guiding you to the back of his car. He gets out of the car to go to the back to meet you there.
His dick was throbbing at he sight of you laying in the back patiently like the good little girl you were.
This was gonna be hard for Toji, He was such a big man in such a small little car. But he was gonna make it worth it.
His hands slowly roaming your body making his way to hover on top of you. Planting kisses on your soft tender breast. Sucking one and squeezing the other to give it the same amount of attention.
As you were panting wanting more from Toji, you could feel your hot core crying for Toji. "I wan u." You say breathlessly.
His hand that was massaging your breast was now on your neck, squeezing tightly but not too tight. "You need me that bad?"
You whimper, "Yes."
You were driving Toji crazy.
His dick was aching more than anything. Wanting to fuck that wet little cunt of yours.
'Fuck..' He makes you sit on top of him. Pulling out his fat veiny cock. His tip drooling with pre-cum. You look up and gulp.
"Toji..." You stuttered.
He moves your thong to the side, slowly moving his index and middle finger inside your gushy wet cunt.
You gasp with pleasure. "T-Toji."
You lean in as he was focused on your cunt. Increasing the speed of the thrusting. You planted a wet kiss on his red plump lips. Bitting his bottom lip as you whine to the pleasure.
"Fuck, Toji fas..ter" You stutter. You could feel his long big fingers constantly hitting that rubbery gushy flesh in your pussy. You felt as if knots were forming in your stomach.
You slowly slide your hand down to Toji's girth. Rubbing your thumb on his wet tip. Toji hissed. You smiled.
"Fuck me already." you breathlessly moan, as your hand slowly slides down Tojis shaft, delicately pumping his dick.
You felt close as Toji kept thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy. He teasingly slides his hands out as he hears your moans getting louder.
His fingers making its way up to your empty mouth. Sliding his fingers deep in your mouth. "Beautiful baby, don't you taste so good?"
You nod. Unable to verbally answer.
"Good girl." He smirks, slowly moving his fingers out of your mouth. He looks down at his shaft as your hand was still wrapped around it.
He guides your hand up and down his cock. Earning low grunts from Toji. "You like that?" you softly whisper.
"C'mere." He huffs with pleasure. Guiding his cock to the entrance of your wet cunt.
"T-Toji, be gentle...it's my first time." You whispered the last part. You hide your face to embarrassed at the sudden confession.
Oh but he loved the idea of having your little pussy all to himself. Touched by no one other than you and him.
"It's alright darling...put it in f'me, will ya?" He says grabbing your hands guiding them down to his cock.
Slowly you grab his lengthy fat cock, twitching in your hands as you slowly guide it in. You wince in pain as his cock stretches your pussy.
"Fuck yer so tight f'me baby." Toji hisses as he grabs both ass cheeks guiding you.
"Ahh Toji, hurts m..me." You say wrapping your arms around his neck, hands intertwining with his hair.
" Ts'okay yer gonna feel better." He grunts as he throws his head back. Guiding your hips to move faster.
"F..Fuck Toji." You sob with pain and pleasure.
Toji knew it hurt, but he fucking loved the tightness around him. How he could feel every inch of you. He wanted this ever since his eyes first landed on you. "Fuck y/n." He moaned.
The pleasure was now taking over. Your whole body feeling euphoric as you hop on Toji's dick like a bunny. You pant out a chuckle.
"Uhh f-fuck doll, i love your fucking pussy." He whimpers. Toji
Toji Fushiguro whimpering. How you had him fucking wrapped around your little finger.
He lifts you up a bit as he bucks his hips into you harder and way more faster. "T-Toji I'm gonna...Im close." You cry out as you feel that knotting sensation in your stomach again.
"Cum f'me baby.." He hissed as his pace fastened.
And you did.
The warm feeling overcoming your body as you limp onto Toji's chest as he's still balls deep. The loud moan that escapes your body causes Toji's cock to twitch inside you.
"This pussy is all mine yknow that?" He grunts as he thrust getting ready to cum.
"t-Toji sta-" You were overstimmulated as you felt Toji's hand roam down to your pearly clit, softly rubbing it.
"Tell me your pussy is all mine." You could feel your body beginning to shake. You bit Toji's shoulder. His pace in thrusting hasn't changed but he was rubbing your clit like their was tomorrow.
You bite harder as you feel an odd feeling as if you need to pee. "Toji...ah baby pee..i need t-"
He grabbed your neck basically choking you. "I fucking said tell me!" He says as your arm wraps around his hand that had been choking you.
"Mmmf..fu..Daddy's pussy...only..Toji I'm gonna pe.." You felt the warm liquid running down your legs as Toji lets his load out inside you.
"Fuck…baby you squirted.” he throws his head back and you plop onto his chest. Both panting.
You lazily chuckled a bit embarrassed.
He grabs your face, planting soft kisses onto your swollen red lips. "How was it for ya first time, baby?"
Your hands wrap around his neck as you lay your head down on his chest. Lazily smiling at him. "I could do it every night." You mumbled.
"I'd like that.." He kisses the top of your head as your eyes slowly closed.
He took you home that night after fucking you dumb, giving you the best after care. Ending the night with him asking you to be his girlfriend. And of course you said yes.
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66. you’re sick and I feel bad because I’m pretty sure i gave it to you, so I bring you some of my great grandmother’s soup and watch movies with you with Eddie Spaghetti please 🥺
ty for requesting!! — eddie makes you soup (like the angel he is) after accidentally getting you sick (friends in love, fluff, 1.5k)
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It’s a virtually impossible thing, you realize, to operate like a normal human being when you’re sick. 
You’re reduced to a withering thing on your couch, rotting from the inside and out, and drowning in a sea of crumpled-up tissues. In your fever-induced hysteria, you’re pretty sure you’re dying when a knock sounds at your door. 
You shout a hoarse “come in” with all the strength you have left. The last person you expect to walk in is Eddie Munson.
He’s wearing smudged eyeliner and a pink smile when enters your living room. His chestnut hair is more wild than you’re used to, but his eyes are made of a familiar melted chocolate. There’s a plastic bag in his pale, ringed hand, full of stuff you can’t make out.
You think he might be an angel. 
“Eddie?” you sigh in a tiny voice, scratchy and quiet. 
You look at him like no one’s ever looked at him before. Not like you’re excited to see him. No, it’s more than that — it’s like you’re relieved. Like out of a billion people that could’ve stepped through that doorway, you’re happiest that it’s him.
He cowers under the weight of your twinkling, tired gaze. 
“Yeah. Hi. Sorry to, like, come over without calling or anything,” he apologizes, laughing awkwardly as he shifts his weight on his dirty sneakers. “But I felt a little bad about getting you sick at Steve’s the other night. I was gonna stay home, but Dustin wanted me to go. He insisted on it, actually—”
He’s rambling like an idiot, making a total fool of himself. He doesn’t know why you’re smiling so gently at him like you find it all endearing. “It’s not your fault, Eds,” you assure, voice slightly stuffy, as you shake your head at him.
“Well, it kinda is, actually, so…” Another awkward laugh tumbles from his smiling mouth. In his shyness, his gaze flits from yours to the bag in his hand. “I, uh— I wanted to do something nice, you know? Like, make you soup or something. But then I realized I don’t actually know how to cook, so I went to the store and got some of the canned stuff.”
“Oh,” you hum, then sniffle. “Thank you, Eddie. That’s— That’s really nice of you.”
“It’s no problem. Really. I can make it for you if you want. Or microwave it, I guess. So you can, you know, rest of whatever.”
“You don’t have to do that—”
“I want to.”
“I just don’t want you to get sick,” you agonize, face scrunched with a distant worry.
Eddie grins at your concern and shrugs off every ounce of it. “I already had it. So I’m basically immune at this point, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s how the science works, anyway.”
You laugh for the first time in three days. You forget how sick you are until the action makes your chest ache. Your smile is weighed down by exhaustion, but it doesn’t waver once when you look at him. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
Even though your muscles are achy, you manage to walk yourself to the kitchen. You tell Eddie you can put the soup on yourself, but he isn’t having any of it. He walks you back to the couch and warms it up for you — even puts it in a heart-shaped bowl he found in your cabinet, ‘cause he thought it might make you feel a little better.
He tastes it with a separate spoon to make sure it isn’t too hot, then rushes back to your side in record time.
“Thank you,” you murmur when he passes you the newly warmed-up soup. The words come out more scratchy than you mean for them to. You try to clear your throat, but you don’t think it makes it any better.
“Don’t thank me— I’m the reason you’re in this mess,” he laughs and sits on the couch beside you. He keeps a cushion of space between you, lest he get any closer and make you uncomfortable. “So, I’m not, like, above spoon-feeding it to you or anything.”
You try to laugh at his dumb joke. It comes out in a single, hoarse breath that makes your chest sting. “I think I got it from here. Thanks for the offer, though.”
Eddie runs out of stupid things to say and the apartment goes silent. 
Your TV plays so low it’s basically on mute, and your neighbors talk on their porch outside — the sound of both gets increasingly louder without either of you talking over them.
He doesn’t know what to say — how to tell you that he’d like to spend more time with you without actually having to say the words. Confessing his schoolboy crush out loud, to the pretty girl he got sick, would be the least metal thing he’s ever done.
“Do you wanna, like, put on a movie or something?” he offers suddenly, rubbing his ringed fingers on his dark jeans to make them feel less clammy. “I can run to Family Video and bother Steve until he lets me take something for free? Unless you’re, like, totally sick of me— which would be totally understandable—”
“No,” you interject with a shake of your head, still trying to smile even though it takes so much energy out of you. “I mean, I’d like that, but…”
“But?” Eddie repeats when you trail off, brows raised behind his fluffy bangs.
You tilt your chin to your chest and peer at him through your lashes. Your eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, still pretty enough to drown in. “Don’t you have a show tonight?” you remind him in a gentle whisper.
His heart would swell at the thought of you knowing his show schedule if it wasn’t already dropping to his ass. He’d nearly forgotten all about it, too worried about you to remember the ten people at The Hideout waiting for him.
“Fuck…” he groans and slumps against the couch. His head tilts back and bears his pretty neck for you. You can see his pale jaw clench and his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He’s too beautiful for his own good.
“You can go. It’s okay,” you assure gently.
His chocolate eyes melt for you when he opens them again. He looks sincerely apologetic, like leaving you hurts him the most. “I’d totally stay, but—”
“I get it. It’s fine,” you repeat, still grinning ‘cause you don’t know how else to look at him. You duck your sheepish gaze to the bowl in your lap and try to joke. “I’ll survive until tomorrow… I think.”
Eddie sits up again and leans closer to you. You get a better whiff of his musky cologne and the nicotine on his breath. “You better. ‘Cause I’m definitely coming over, and we’re definitely watching a movie, alright? All day until you’re sick of me.”
Your smile grows despite your exhaustion. You feel like this is his way of asking you out — like you’re too sick and he’s too nervous, and he’d love to do it some other way, but this is all he’s got for now. It’s more than enough for you.
“Sure,” you say with a firm nod.
“I can bring you more food, too, if you want! Whatever you feel like— say that word, and you got it.”
You falter for an answer to his sudden question.
He shakes his head. “That’s okay. Call me later if you want. I should be home around ten, if that’s not too late?”
“Okay,” you smile, then clear your throat when the word gets caught there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow— Feel better by then, okay? That’s an order,” he jokes and stands back up again. 
He doesn’t know what compels him to kiss you on the cheek — only that it felt right to do it and that he didn’t even realize he was doing it until his lips brushed your warm jaw.
His cinnamon eyes go wide. His rosy mouth falls softly agape. He looks more surprised than you do, but you’re not entirely sure that’s possible. A moment you’ve been thinking about for ages just happened before you could blink. 
You don’t think that’s very fair.
Eddie tries to laugh it off. “Forget I just did that… That was— That was really weird. Sorry.”
Your cheeks burn like fire. Not from the fever this time, but from the boy in front of you. From the yearning to feel him close again. 
“I’ll talk to you tonight,” you promise, even though your throat still burns. You’re not sure you care too much, anymore. You wanna talk to him until you can’t anymore.
“Yeah,” he sighs, breathless for a reason he can’t name. He walks backwards towards the door. “See you around,” he says finally, before spinning on his sneakers and nearly tripping over your carpet.
You blink, and he’s gone. Again. 
Your burning cheek still tingles with the imprint of his mouth. He’d asked you to forget, but you don’t think that’s possible. There’s no forgetting him at all.
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swiftispunk · 6 months
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It gives me YSD Joel vibes, after they said goodbye at the airport, watching reader get into her parents car. 💙
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Screaming into a pillow is a very accurate reaction Hannah, i did the same. (HIS HAIR!!!!)
your summer dream | joel miller x f!reader
day seven bonus*–loveyoubye
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pairing: joel miller x fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 1.4k series summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in family friend joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents. chapter summary: basically just the last part of day seven from joel's POV. chapter warnings: mild angst, mostly fluff, joel gets a boner (are we surprised?). no use of y/n.
a/n: uhhhhhh yeah
"See you around, kid." You almost laugh at the way the casual nickname sounds on his tongue. "Yeah, I hope so." He holds your gaze just a little too long before letting you go. "Alright, sweet pea, let's get you home," your dad puts forth to you, already making his way towards his own vehicle a few spots away. He calls back to Joel over his shoulder. "Golf next weekend, Joel?" "You got it, buddy!" Joel vows, fishing out his keys. You're slow to turn away from him, sneaking one last awkward wave in his direction which Joel answers with a wink. It feels painfully incomplete, but it'll have to do for now.
A wink.
It's the last thing he offers you after your too-brief goodbye, too many words left unsaid and too many questions left unanswered.
He catches your fleeting responding smile, the smallest twitch of your lips as you look over your shoulder before disappearing from his view, into the backseat of your father's car. He sighs, deflating behind the wheel of his truck.
He can't bring himself to pull out, not until he sees your father's car pass him by, not until he steals one last blurry glance at your face. He can't tell if you're looking back or not.
Another long, tired sigh.
He turns the key in the ignition and his truck rumbles to life beneath him. It's less quiet then, with the engine roaring and country radio pouring out of his speakers, but no less lonely.
"Oh," he mumbles to no one, letting the truck idle in place as a sudden thought occurs to him. A reminder that he's not alone, not here. He pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up his daughter's contact, keeping a promise he'd made just one day before.
Landed. Heading home now. Talk later.
A quiet whoosh as it sends.
He places his phone in the cup holder and finally pulls out of the parking space. Your dad's car is already long gone, taking you home to your downtown apartment. Joel remembers everything you told him about it; the exact intersection of your building, your unit number, the names of your roommates. So many secrets locked away, so many conversations lost to the nights spent in hotel bed sheets.
Nights he knows he can't get back.
He drives out of the garage and into the night, the dark illuminated by the blinding light of the airport. It slowly fades behind him as he navigates his way towards the freeway, a sense of finality settling in the further gets from the place it all began.
Joel hadn't been prepared for your onslaught of emotion today. Not when you'd seemed so...sure just a few hours before. But something had clicked in him the minute he'd seen those tears well in your eyes, the same instinct that had flared every other time he'd had the misfortune of seeing them.
Protect. Assure. Comfort.
Stupid.
Stupid impossible promises and stupid empty words, stupid fucking and stupid hope.
All of it in some feeble attempt to calm you down, to force you both to believe that everything would be okay somehow.
Not that he hadn't meant every single word; he doesn't want to hurt you, things don't have to be complicated, he's yours if you'll have him.
"But it'll be different, Joel," you'd said, eyes wet and teeming with worry. "You know it will."
And fuck, does Joel know. Has known. Can't fucking stop thinking about all the ways things will be different now.
He takes deep breaths and tries not to stress, tries to stop his eyes from flitting down to his phone, to follow his own advice and yours and take things one goddamn day at a time but...
It's harder when you're apart, he realizes. Ten minutes without you by his side and the doubt has crept back in like the swell of an oncoming tide.
"Believe me, you got a much better chance of hurtin' me here, sweetheart."
If only he could make you believe it.
You have the power now. Always have, if he's being honest. It has to be that way for this thing to work. He's made up his mind about where he stands with you and done all he can to make sure you know it. He hopes it's enough.
You have his number now and all he can do is wait. Wait and hope that you still want him, complications and all. No longer glowing under the grandeur of the tropical sun.
Just a man. An old, pathetic man who already misses you, who feels the crushing weight of sadness when he pulls into his driveway and steps into his dark, empty home. A man whose heart pangs when his phone dings only to find it's not you who's texted him, but Sarah, responding to his earlier message.
She tells him they'll talk tomorrow but Joel dials her number right away, deciding that, actually, they'll talk right now.
"Hey," her sweet, familiar voice greets him, picking up on the third ring. She sounds a bit tired, a bit surprised, and he almost regrets calling.
"Hey, kiddo," he says fondly, slumping down on the couch and leaving his suitcase by the front door. He hears the fatigue in his own voice, gravelly and thick with something more. Sarah notes it immediately, of course.
"What's up? You okay?"
Joel clears his throat. "Yeah, yeah...just got in." A beat. "Wanted to hear your voice, I guess."
Her eyeroll is practically audible through the phone. "Okay, sappy. Post-vacation blues already?"
He can't help but chuckle. He doesn't regret calling anymore. "Somethin' like that."
"You sound sleepy," she notes.
"Long day," he sighs. "Crazy week."
"Crazy?"
He sighs again. He wants so badly to tell her everything, to earn her approval and know once and for all that everything will be okay but...he knows it's not the time.
"I'll tell ya about it tomorrow," he decides.
"Well, I'm on the edge of my seat, old man. Wanna grab a coffee about it?"
"Sure, yeah," he agrees, already feeling warmer at having something to look forward to.
"Epoch?"
"Yeah, alright."
"Cool. I'll text you in the afternoon. Get some sleep, okay?"
Now it's Joel's turn to roll his eyes.
"Okay," he grumbles sardonically. It makes her laugh, and he smiles at the sound.
"Loveyoubye," she says, their usual farewell, a habitual melding of words they'd established while Sarah had been away at college.
"Loveyoubye," he repeats and the line goes dead.
Joel's well aware that he's a lucky man, to have this tethering force in a daughter who loves him, who picks up the phone when he calls and brings him down to Earth without even trying. Already he feels less alone, somewhat more at ease as he lugs his suitcase up to his room and makes quick work of unpacking. His stomach turns nervously when he imagines you doing the same thing, though, wondering if and when you'll discover the gift he'd snuck into your luggage. The gift he now worries may have been too much, overkill.
As if on cue, his phone brightens where it sits on his mattress. His heart hammers embarrassingly when he sees the notification has come from a contactless number. Stutters into overdrive when he opens your message and sees the picture you've sent him.
He's seen it before, of course, remembers all too well how it had felt to capture it. But seeing it here, miles between him and the beach, miles between him and you, it feels completely new. Almost sacred.
He can hardly be blamed for the way his cock has come alive in his shorts.
He saves the photo (for his spank bank, to use your words), and quickly responds to your text, desperately eager to keep you talking and stave off his loneliness just a little bit longer.
He's pushy and he knows it when he asks if you've unpacked yet, morbidly curious to find out how you'll react to his parting gift. Then, before he knows it, you're calling him, your gentle voice full of gratitude and warmth, telling him you miss him, echoing the longing in his own aching heart and how can he resist?
"Come over," he suggests without thinking, operating on desire alone, some burning need to have you in his arms again even if it's too much, even if it's overkill.
But, to his shock and delight, you agree, showing up on his doorstep in less than an hour and fitting into his home with ease. His messy bedroom takes the place of a pristine hotel suite and becomes something different entirely. An oasis all its own, firmly planted in reality but in a way that doesn't hurt. Not when you're here, making every touch and kiss and caress feel like paradise incarnate.
Please, he thinks, as he buries his face into your neck and clutches you against him till your bodies become one and your hair smells like his laundry detergent. Stay. Please stay.
"I'm staying," you promise and only then does he realize he'd been pleading aloud. "I'll stay tonight."
"You stay s'long as you want, sweetheart."
Hell, you can stay forever, for all he cares.
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yxami · 11 months
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Yandere jock with a super sweet, nerd/geek darling? Like, after they become friends, invited Yandere jock to movie nights with them? Just binge watching their latest obsessed show or movie series with them? I feel like spending hours alone with their darling isn’t something he’s going to pass up.
Yandere jock would daydream in all of his classes after you asked him to come over for a movie night. He’d accidentally ignore his friends questions and sit there dazed with the thought of being in your house.
He’d run over to your last class to pick you up, even asking his teacher if he could leave 5 minutes early so when he made it over to your classroom, he would already be there when the bell rang.
“Ethan! You’re already here?” You looked surprised to see his big frame right in the hallway that was filled with people.
“Yup! Let’s go now. I’m so excited to see the movie” He grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the crowd. “What if I sleep over even after the movie?”
“You wanna stay even after?” You looked up at him now that the two of you were in the students parking lot. He knew where his car was so you were just following him.
“Yeah! So then we could have a sleepover y’know? If not then it’s fine, I’m not gonna die or anything” He was going to die if you rejected him. He’d wanted to spend more time with you, he was being greedy but he really liked you.
He liked you enough to watch over you during lunch while his jockey friends got excited about uninteresting things like cheerleaders or some girl they’re talking to. He was originally the same, breaking girls hearts when they didn’t interest him but now he was obsessed you.
Maybe a little too obsessed if he was befriending you, making sure you got home safe everyday, buying you things when you slightly hinted at liking something, and doing anything that would please you. A little stalking here and there too but nobody had to know that part!
“Sure, It’s the weekend so you can stick around for a little while longer” You opened his car door, hopping in like a regular passenger. He couldn’t hold his happiness and had a big dumb smile on his face.
It must’ve been the speeding that got the two of you home so quick or the sheer excitement that was held behind the wheel, either way the two of you made it to your house quickly and you were already setting up the snacks.
He was busy getting the couch comfy and you were taking out popcorn from the microwave, dumping it into a huge bowl. He made sure to steal the comfiest pillows off your bed as you requested. After he was done he helped pour two glasses of juice and brought them to the couch.
You sat down, placing the huge bowl of popcorn on the table while you got comfortable. It was a little chilly so it was the perfect temperature to unintentionally snuggle against Ethan. If it weren’t for the movie playing he’d truly believe you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.
While you were rambling about the movie he could feel your arm wrap around his, you were so close to him he didn’t believe he could handle it anymore. Until you distracted him by pointing out a theory. He probably would’ve died by the sheer embarrassment if you didn’t.
“So that’s why people think she actually did it and not her” You pointed towards the characters that you were mentioning. He luckily listened to the theory while he was panicking.
“But what’s about him, don’t you think he could’ve killed her too?” He didn’t point at the screen but instead look at you expecting your response.
“Hmm, I don’t think he did it because he was at that party cheating on the other girl” You shivered feeling the cold air when you moved. He noticed and brought you closer, basically in his lap. Your cheeks reddened but you continued on.
Ethan just nodded and listened to your every word, even asking some questions wondering about the movie. It ended swiftly with all the talking that went back and worth. He was glad that he asked to stay over because time with you was precious to him.
“I don’t have a sleeping bag or anything so is the couch alright? I’ll leave you with all the pillows we brought and the blanket” You started cleaning up the table while you spoke, finding it easier to do it now than tomorrow.
“Yeah! I’m good don’t worry” He dutifully grabbed the empty glasses and placed them in the sink.
“Alright, if you need anything just knock” You thought the whole hangout was fun, you wished it went on a little while longer but maybe he would stay tomorrow morning for breakfast!
“Thanks for everything” He smiled, relishing in the fact that you were so sweet to him even with how the two of you met. “It’s no problem! I had lots of fun today” You looked up at him with a pleasant smile.
“No I mean like.. thanks for forgiving me and stuff. I wasn’t nice to you at all and you still wanted to be friends so I wanted to say thank you” He sighed finally getting it off his chest, he had been meaning to thank you for awhile now but never got the chance to bring it up.
“It just matters that you’re nice now and.. your friendship means a lot to me so I’m glad you turned out to be a good guy” You hugged him, feeling his arms wrap around you after a few moments.
“Fuck I love you” Ethan mumbled, greedily bathing in your warmth that you so kindly offered to him. He loves you so much and yet he can still feel himself falling more in love with you. He’d take his whole heart out and offer it to you on a silver platter if you asked.
“Hm? What’d you say?” You looked up at him after the two of you stopped the long embrace, his expression was soft but then hastily turned into a panicked one.
“Wha- nothing! I was just saying thanks! Anyways I’m sleepy, I’m gonna go to bed now!” He pat your head and jumped right into the comfort of the couch. You found it funny how fast he tucked himself but didn’t question it. You went to bed after that and had a lengthy dream about him, the same way he dreamed about you.
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reminiscingtonight · 3 months
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Eras Of Us (Pt. 2)
Alessia Russo x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Part One
[WOSO Masterlist]
Nothing can break your high. 
Playing in your first London derby, scoring in your first London derby, is a feeling you’re never going to forget. 
Until someone so graciously reminds you of the implications of such a win. 
“Emma Hayes is gonna be my new coach,” you moan.
“Rough,” Alessia snorts, ignoring the way you smack at her arm.
The two of you are out with the rest of the girls, capping off the win against Chelsea with a couple of drinks at a bar near the stadium. Around you are a mix of reds and blues, all of the players good friends despite the outcome of the match. 
Despite starting your night hanging by Leah, the blonde basically mothering you to death since your move overseas, you somehow find yourself tucked into Alessia’s side merely a few minutes later. It makes your heart skip a beat when you feel her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. 
“It’s not funny! What if she takes me wrecking her club team personally and doesn’t give me a call up to the next camp?”
Alessia gives you a look.
It’s enough to make you feel chastised. You sigh, hanging your head. “Fine, she wouldn’t do that. But she might make me run extra laps as punishment!”
Alessia laughs again, shoving at head when you wack her arm again. “What ever happened to the (Y/N) who would run extra laps for fun?”
You know Alessia’s thinking of you dressed Carolina blue, sprinting up and down the pitch after practice ends, wanting to get in extra reps to keep your fitness up. It’s a fond memory, the player you were when you were younger, but you shudder, thinking of how it was really just a ploy to get Alessia to give you a backrub when you got home, the forward always quick to crumble to your sad eyes and exaggerated whines.
You pout. “She grew up.”
“Poor you,” she teases, pinching at your cheeks. 
You can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed this much. 
You and Alessia have fallen into a good routine since you both joined Arsenal. There was no awkward tension around the two of you, no weird ‘I’m on the same team as my ex’ drama. If anything, there’s more ‘annoying years-in-the-making inside jokes’ shenanigans that you’ve brought with you. It’s almost like no time has passed. 
Once in a while you catch yourself thinking about the what-ifs. What if you never broke up. What if Alessia wanted to give this another shot. But you’re more than happy to live in the now. You and Alessia are friends now. That’s not something you’re willing to give up just for a shot at what you once knew. 
Looking down at her empty cup, Alessia lets out a low groan. You sheepishly hand her your empty cup as well, sweetly asking for a refill. She grumbles under her breath but grabs your drink nonetheless. “Don’t miss me too much!” she hollers over her shoulder as she disappears into the crowd. 
You find yourself staring even long after she’s gone.
With nothing left to distract you, you turn your attention back down to your phone. It’s funny seeing all of the posts on social media by the fans. Giggling to yourself, you like a couple of them before your attention is quickly captured again when you feel a small nudge against your arm. You look up to see Lotte smiling back at you. 
Scooting over, you give her enough space to plop down next to you in the booth. 
“Whatcha been doing hiding away here all night?”
You shrug, easy smile floating to your lips. “Haven’t been hiding. Less and I’ve just been hanging out. Lots of things to catch up on.”
The mention of the blonde striker has Lotte frowning a bit. You watch as she seems to think through her words. “Are you and Less…” she starts cautiously, pausing to gather her thoughts once more. 
“Are me and Less what?” 
The brunette shrugs. “I dunno, back together? Working things out? You guys just… you seem close again.”
It’s your turn to pause. In all honesty you haven’t really been thinking about what you and Alessia have been doing. Yes, you spend a lot of your free time together, and yes, Alessia always seems to seek you out when you all go out with the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean anything, right? 
Right? 
You settle for a half-shrug. “I’m not sure. I think… I think we’re just seeing where things go.”
Lotte nods, the look of unease still on her face. “Just be careful, alright? I’m happy if things work out between you guys but just don’t forget the history the two of you have.”
Lotte’s words stick with you.
Even days later, when Alessia and you are taking a stroll towards a nearby farmer’s market.
You’re not thinking when her hand automatically slips into yours, hands freely swinging between the two of you. Alessia’s telling you a story you’re only half listening to, more caught in your head than the walk in front of you.
Spotting a booth with your favorite flowers, you head towards them. Only to be yanked back by a firm hand. 
Alessia doesn’t let go of your hand.
You pull again. 
You can hear an amused noise but Alessia still doesn’t let you go. 
“Lessi! Let me go see the flowers,” you whine. 
This time when you pull, she lets you go with a chuckle.
They’re beautiful. 
The purples, the blues, the pinks. You run your hands over them, marveling in all of the beauty. 
You must be looking for too long, because your heart lurches when you feel the familiar weight of an arm wrapping around your waist, Alessia’s head dropping to your shoulder. It’s habitual, the way your hand drops to rest on top of hers.
You can feel Alessia smile against the side of your head.
And it hits you then. 
This feels familiar. Too familiar. 
This feels right. Too right.
This feels like everything you’ve been missing. 
“Less?”
The blonde hums, eyes not moving as her fingers continue to trace shapes on your stomach.
You huff. It isn’t until you’re shuffling around, fully facing Alessia that her eyes drop to meet yours. She’s clearly not expecting it, mouth dropped into an ‘o’.
“Hi?”
“Alessia, do you want to date me?”
It’s almost comical, the way her eyes widen, mouth somehow dropping even wider.
When it becomes clear that Alessia is at a loss of words you run a hand down your face, effectively pushing the blonde away from you.
“Look, I get it if you think I’m just imagining things, and I’ll totally understand if you want some space if all of this is just in my head, but I can’t help but feel like these are dates, these little trips around London you’ve been taking me. I haven’t felt this ‘wined and dined’ since the two of us first started dating all those years ago.”
You pause, leaving plenty of time for Alessia to interject.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she swallows. 
You watch as Alessia clenches and unclenches her hands, nervously shuffling from foot to foot.
Neither of you say anything as the seconds pass, ticking into minutes. 
Eventually, with her eyes trained to her feet, “Do you want them to be dates?” Alessia asks quietly. Timidly.
A little too timidly.
And that’s when you realize what this is.
What it’s been about this entire time.
Alessia’s afraid you don’t want her.
“You’re an idiot.”
Fisting a hand into her shirt, you yank Alessia towards you. Her eyes widen just as your lips meet, hands floundering about until they rest on your waist.
When you break away, you make sure to memorize the look on her face. Eyes closed, peaceful lit to her face, it’s something you want to ingrain in your memory and never forget.
When Alessia’s eyes flutter open you give her a soft smile.
“I’m always going to want you,” you murmur, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. 
You duck down, pressing your face into the crook of her neck as her arms automatically wrap around your back.
“I’d spend a lifetime trying to get over you, just to get to spend a single second as yours.”
You feel more than hear Alessia’s shaky breath in, arms tightening just a fraction around you. 
“I don’t want to ever get over you.” Your heart skips a beat at her confession. Her words are paired with a kiss on your hairline, signaling what you know is the end of this limbo, the beginning of your story starting anew.
No, things didn’t work out the first time.
But you aren’t stranded on opposite coasts this time. You aren’t leaving Alessia to start your professional career elsewhere. Alessia isn’t leaving you to go back home. 
You’re both in England. You’re both on the same team. 
Maybe this time things will work out. 
Because you love Alessia and she loves you. And that’s all you really need to know.
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urdepressedslut · 7 months
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Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY
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It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
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So delicate| jjk x fem!reader
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summary: Love isn’t fun when your young lover is caught cheating.
Warning: JUNGKOOK IS A PIECE IN SHIT IN THIS OMG, 8 year age gap, dom! Jk, sub! Reader, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, cheating, after math of cheating, and that’s all I could think of. Oh and maybe a little bit of yandere.
Crash.
Was what yn felt when she got home. Oh she couldn’t wait to just crash and go to sleep after a nice hot shower. But of course, that’s not what happened.
No you see yn came home to her boyfriend, cheating. It’s not like she was surprised no she has felt this was coming since a few months ago. Just how dare he bring into their home? How could he? The he in question is none other Jeon Jungkook.
According to jungkook they were falling apart after her late night working hours and his chilling at home hours. And because not to mention yn is a little older than Jungkook. Yn being freshly 34 and Jungkook being 26, they bumped heads with that 8 year age gap.
Yn frowned upon it so so much, but for some reason Jungkook insisted that they be together and forget about the age gap. They were adults in love and that’s all that mattered to him.
Recently, it hasn’t been so much love though. Yes, it’s still there but after this, is it?
One day Jungkook was nitpicking. Everything yn did that day, he just didn’t like it.
Going to work, didn’t like.
Walking around in clothes, didn’t like.
Not holding him tightly enough when she left for work, didn’t like.
Not riding his cock until he was begging to breed her with his then limp leaking cock, didn’t like.
The last one, cause an argument. Can you imagine having an argument while being onto of your lover? After he basically cummed in you more than once? Same. I couldn’t!
But yn being yn, she tried. Truly she tried to understand so much of his recent actions but what he said the day after? Was heart breaking.
“It’s not my fault that you decided to date a 26 year old at your old age. Should’ve dated someone your own age..”
It didn’t hurt yn because she knows it was true. So her rebuttal was
“ your right. And since you are so fucking right I’m done with you. You don’t want to be with my old ass anyways so I might as well find someone who will.”
Soon, that argument turned into angry sex. Yn saying she hates him while Jungkook replies I love you and your mine.
A whole lot that honestly needed to end anyways.
But this time, you were serious.
As soon as yn heard the moans coming from what once was their shared home, she quietly walked to the room, opened the door, packed a bag, and went downstairs. She completed drained out Jungkooks yelling and the woman’s panic voice trying to call Jungkook down when all she got was a get the hell out, to that she did.
“Baby… I thought you had to work late today?” He mumbled walking up behind her.
Yn did one swift turn toward him and looked him in the eyes and smacked him. “ You… you dare do this behind my back but you got some hefty balls to do this in my fucking home? I’m not surprised. Jungkook you’ve been hinting at this since 5 months ago. I was just dumb enough to ignore them. So you know what? Stay with her. Stay with whoever. I’m done and you don’t have to worry about my grown ass any longer… I’m done. Officially.”
Yn grabbed her bag and walked passed a stunned Jungkook making sure she shoulder bumped him on her way out.
He didn’t even attempt to stop because he knew. He knew that if he did she’d never have a chance of leaving of again. She wins this time. He told himself.
Oh let chaos begin…
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tigertales9 · 5 months
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Hard Reset V
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut
Description: This fic covers the week 6 lead-up and win against the Seahawks.
Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 9, 2023 - Sunday, Oct. 15, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio
A/N: This is the fifth fic in the Hard Reset series.
I'm still putting the finishing touches on the bye week secret wedding/honeymoon chapter. It's about 80% finished so I hope to get it up fairly soon.
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Monday, 10/9/23 (the morning after the week 5 win against the Cardinals)
You wake up slowly, the smell of coffee wafting up from downstairs letting you know Joe's parents are already up. You turn your head to check the clock on the bedside table, groaning when you realize it's still pretty early.
Joe shifts in his sleep and your gaze is drawn to him, your eyes slowly raking over his bare chest and abs as the sheet rides dangerously low on his hips. His body is a work of art, you think to yourself, enjoying the view for a minute longer before easing out of bed to go pee.
When you walk back in the bedroom, Joe is giving you a sleepy smile as he stretches his tall, muscular frame, the motion causing the sheet to dip even lower exposing the fact that he's semi-erect. "Hey," you whisper, quickly making sure the bedroom door is locked before crawling back in bed beside him.
"Hey," he mutters. "I smell coffee. Is it time to get up?"
"Do you want to get up?"
"Hell no," he groans, his gaze settling on your bare breasts as you flick the sheet all the way off of him.
"Then just relax. We're cooking brunch later than normal today since we got home so late."
"Good," he sighs, his erection leveling up to fully-erect as you ghost your fingertips over it.
"Spread your legs," you order, crawling in between when he does your bidding. "I'm gonna suck you off then let you get another few hours of sleep while I entertain your parents."
"You're so good to me," he purrs, burying his hands in your hair as you get down to business.
~ ~ ~
You're bustling around the kitchen almost three hours later when Joe ambles downstairs, dramatically sniffing the air while finger-combing his unruly curls. "Something smells delicious," he says, quickly holding his hands out as his mom shoves a stack of napkins and silverware at him. "Set the table, sleepyhead," she chirps. "Brunch is almost ready."
Joe gives you a smile before heading off to do her bidding, his eyes going wide when his dad walks in from the patio holding a platter of grilled steaks. "Oh yum," he groans. "How did you know I was craving steak?"
"Because Y/n told us," Jimmy laughs, covering the steaks with a foil tent to let them rest for a few minutes while you and Robin start fixing plates.
You load Joe's plate up with scrambled eggs, roasted mini potatoes, a couple of biscuits drenched in gravy and a juicy steak while he watches over your shoulder, literally licking his chops at the sight.
"Don't just stand there drooling, Joseph Lee," his mom laughs. "Pour you a glass of orange juice."
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles. "You want some OJ, babe?" he asks, grabbing a second glass when you say yes.
The conversation at brunch is mostly his mom asking questions as everyone else tucks into their food. "Did you get in really late?" she asks Joe. "Your dad and I were asleep about five minutes after our heads hit the pillow so we didn't hear you come in. I bet you crashed the second you got in bed."
"Yep, totally crashed," Joe mutters, keeping his expression completely neutral, but when his gaze meets yours you know he's thinking about last night.
The sex is always next-level after a good win, and last night after the win in Arizona was no exception. He promised you "mind-blowing, hair-pulling, screaming-orgasm sex minus the screaming" and he 100% delivered it, getting you off three times before he finally finished then basically passing out while you were still cleaning him up with a warm washcloth. The early morning head was your way of helping him go back to sleep plus closing the orgasm gap just a bit.
Not to mention I love the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth, you think to yourself, a blush rising in your cheeks when he raises an eyebrow at you like he's reading your mind.
Robin's voice breaks into your dirty thoughts. "So the upcoming lakehouse getaway sounds fun!" she enthuses.
She knows y'all are going to a lakehouse for bye week, but she doesn't know it's a secret honeymoon.
"We still have the Seahawks game before that," Joe mumbles around a bite of steak.
"We're looking forward to the bye week," you state, giving her a warm smile as she looks between you and Joe.
She returns your smile as she continues. "I looked up that area and there's a really fun looking pumpkin patch type thing going on at the farmers market about fifteen minutes from the lake. Y'all should check it out."
"We'll think about it," you sigh, knowing Joe isn't exactly enthusiastic about stuff like that.
"Way to ruin the surprise, mom," Joe teases. "I planned to take her there."
"Really?" you and Robin chirp at once. "Jinx!" you both holler, laughing when Joe and Jimmy roll their eyes playfully.
Once brunch is done, Joe insists on helping with clean up before rushing his parents out of the house. "Y'all better get going," he states as he places the final plate in the dishwasher. "I have to get to the facility and Y/n has a virtual work meeting."
Fifteen minutes later he shuts the front door behind his parents and turns to face you.
"I don't have a virtual work meeting," you chuckle.
"And I don't have to go to the facility," he states, holding a hand out to you. "Let's go get a nap."
"Sounds wonderful," you groan, placing your hand in his as you head for the stairs.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/10/23 - Thursday, 10/12/23
The next few days pass by uneventfully, with Joe home for dinner every night, his good mood infectious as he talks excitedly about some of the new offensive schemes they're installing for the upcoming Seahawks game.
Thursday morning, just before he leaves for the facility, he tells you he has a few things to talk about over dinner later.
"Is everything okay?" you ask.
"Everything's fine," he answers, leaning down to give you a kiss. "I just have a few things to run by you concerning the marriage. Just logistical stuff," he continues when you raise an eyebrow at him.
"Do you need help with anything?" you inquire, a little nervous that he's insisted on arranging the entire thing himself since it was his idea.
"No, ma'am," he chuckles. "I've got it under control."
"Okay … good," you smile, standing on your tiptoes to give him another kiss before he heads for the door.
You're lowkey anxious for most of the day, especially anytime you think about 'the talk' y'all are going to have over dinner. You manage to get through your usual routine without being too distracted, eventually deciding to run to the grocery store to grab stuff to make one of his fav dinners instead of the more mundane sandwiches + pasta salad that you had planned.
~ ~ ~
You step out of the shower and quickly check the time as you dry off, walking into the closet to grab the slinky, halter sundress you'd decided to wear for dinner since the temp is hovering at an unseasonably warm mid-70s. You apply minimal make-up and fluff your hair before heading downstairs, pouring half a glass of wine to settle your nerves and sipping the cold beverage as you gather items to take out to the patio.
You walk back in the house after carrying a few candles outside to set on the patio dining table, a smile curling your lips when you see Joe walking toward you carrying a vase of coral-pink peonies. "Thanks, babe. They're gorgeous," you say, giving him a hug before taking the vase from him. "You're gorgeous," he states, dropping a kiss on your lips. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower," he continues. "I kinda half-assed my post-practice shower."
"Put on something cool," you advise. "We're eating dinner on the patio and it's like 75 degrees."
You watch him disappear upstairs before reading the card nestled in the flowers.
All my love Always Joe
You smile at the sentiment, setting the bouquet on the kitchen island where you can appreciate it while you cook dinner.
Fifteen minutes later he walks back into the kitchen, wearing slinky shorts and a sleeveless tee that showcases his muscular arms; he drops a kiss on the nape of your neck as you sprinkle seasoning on some succulent shrimp. "What are we having?" he asks, watching intently as you drop some linguine into a pot of boiling water. "Shrimp scampi linguini," you answer, smiling when he groans in approval.
You quickly finish cooking dinner, loading up a tray with two plates of scampi, two bowls of salad and a plate of garlic bread before handing it to Joe. "Carry this outside and I'll grab the wine," you order, rushing ahead to open the door for him and leaving it open while you pour two glasses of wine and join him on the patio.
You have the patio set up for a romantic dinner, with several candles on the table plus a few lanterns holding larger candles placed on the ground around the table, each flickering brightly in the gathering dusk.
"This is romantic," he says, giving you a smile as he sets the tray down and places your plates and bowls at each place setting. "I felt like doing something a little special," you grin as you set your wine glasses down. "Speaking of special," you continue, "let me go grab those amazing flowers you got me." You hurry in the house and come back with the frilly arrangement, setting it to the side so as not to block your view of him.
"This looks and smells amazing, babe," he says as y'all sit down and start to eat, getting most of the way through dinner with small talk before he brings up the marriage stuff.
"I talked to our attorney yesterday, and he's got everything set up for our marriage ceremony on Tuesday."
You pop a juicy shrimp in your mouth and nod your head as he continues.
"A county court judge has agreed to come to our house Tuesday at noon to officiate. She said it would be better to do it at our house instead of us going to the courthouse since we're trying to keep it secret. She's already signed the NDA our attorney sent her. Apparently this is not her first rodeo with this type of thing."
You take a sip of wine and return his smile, feeling a little lightheaded that it's all coming full circle.
"She'll bring the marriage license with her, and we'll sign it after the ceremony," he continues. "She knows we just want bare bones vows since we're saving our special vows for the main wedding. No exchanging of rings or anything like that."
"Sounds like you have everything set up," you state.
"You sound surprised."
"Not at all." You give him a wink. "Once you have your mind set on something, it's gonna happen."
"Like getting you to go out with me?" he grins.
"Exactly. You were persistent as hell."
"And here we are five years later, less than a week away from getting married. I get a thrill every time I think about it."
"Me too," you whisper. "I'm glad you don't give up easily. I can't imagine my life without you."
"Same," he says, leaning over to press a kiss on your lips; you lean into the kiss for a bit before he pulls back, the look in his eyes making your pulse react. "You look amazing in this dress," he says, running the slinky hem through his fingers, his hand brushing against your bare thigh causing a sizzle of heat down your spine.
"Thank you," you smile, biting your bottom lip before reaching a hand out to touch one of his muscular arms. "And you look amazing in this shirt," you purr, smiling even bigger when he flexes his bicep when you squeeze it. His gaze holds yours for a few heartbeats before he stands up and starts stacking the plates, bowls, silverware and wine glasses onto the tray. "Just relax," he orders. "I'm gonna pop these in the dishwasher real quick."
He reappears a few minutes later carrying another glass of wine; you smile as he hands it to you. "Trying to get me tipsy?" you tease, taking a sip as he pulls his chair closer to yours and sits down. "Do I need to get you tipsy?" he purrs, taking the wine glass out of your hand and spinning it to press his lips on the spot you just drank from, his eyes locked on yours over the rim as he takes a long, slow sip.
You feel your core contract at the look in his eyes. "No, sir," you whisper, shivering as the wind picks up. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little," you admit, "but I don't want to go inside yet." You wave a hand at the plethora of candles flickering in the breeze. "I'm enjoying the vibe."
"Me too." He gives you a knowing look while standing up. "Be right back," he says, striding in the house before coming back out with a large throw blanket he grabbed off the sofa; he drops back into his chair and pats his thick thighs. "Come sit on my lap," he urges, cocooning you in the plush blanket when you straddle him. "Is that better?" he asks. "Yeah, thanks," you sigh, the blanket wrapped around you plus the heat radiating off of him immediately warming you up. Not to mention the feel of his cock twitching through those slinky shorts as you wiggle against him.
You slide both hands under the hem of his shirt, a thrill running through you when his body reacts to your touch, his muscles jumping as you skim your fingers over his abs and up his chest. "Let me take this off," you whisper, slipping his shirt off as he raises his arms and leans forward a bit to oblige you. He lifts a hand behind your neck and unties your halter dress, his eyes dropping down to your bare breasts as the slinky fabric slides down to pool around your waist. The heat in his gaze causes your nipples to tighten. "So perfect," he sighs, licking his lips before lowering his head to tease you, fluttering his tongue over one hard nipple for several seconds before sucking it into his hot mouth. You hiss in pleasure and bury a hand in his hair as he moves to your other nipple to repeat the action, his fingers gently pinching and tugging the first nipple that's now slick with his spit.
You arch your back and grind against his erection, a gush of wetness flooding your core as he makes a feral sound low in his throat, your pleasure points throbbing in unison as he continues to tease your sensitive peaks. He grips one of your thighs with his free hand, steadily sliding upward as you squirm against him, your pulse picking up knowing it's only a matter of time before he discovers you're not wearing panties.
He groans when his hand touches your wet heat, his mouth pulling off of a nipple with a pop as he lifts his gaze up to meet yours. "So hot and wet for me," he purrs, his eyes heavy-lidded with arousal as he teases your slick folds. You enjoy the sight of his beautiful face in the flickering candlelight -- a flush of color on his sculpted cheeks, his glistening lips parted as he continues to play with you.
You eventually lean down and suck his plump bottom lip, nipping it with your teeth before his tongue parts your lips and slides into your mouth, your breath catching in your throat when he rubs the pad of his thumb over your clit while ghosting a finger over your drenched slit, dipping just inside before pulling back out, repeating the action over and over until your body is desperate for more.
"Please," you groan into his mouth, whimpering when he deepens the kiss and finally sinks a finger deep inside you, the slow, sensual thrust and retreat of his tongue in your mouth mimicking the pace of his fingering in a way that makes you lightheaded with desire.
He adds a second finger and circles his thumb over your clit, both of you moaning when your core clamps down on him. You break the intense kiss and lock eyes with him. "I wanna cum on your cock," you breathe, your body aching for the thrust of his thick cock, for the delicious stretch of him filling you up with damn near more than you can handle.
He immediately shoves his shorts and undies down just enough to free his erection, the heavy length of it springing up into your waiting hands; you run a finger through his precum and bring it to your mouth, licking it clean while rising up on your knees to line him up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself -- inch by inch -- your core clenching at the hot, hard intrusion when he's fully seated.
"Go slow," he urges, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows hard. You follow orders, maintaining eye contact with him while pulling up slowly, pausing with just the plump tip inside before sinking back down. You give him a dirty smile and hit a Kegel before pulling up again, squeezing his shaft so hard you feel the throbbing veins that crisscross his member. "Jesus, baby," he hisses. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum too fast."
You sink down again and raise an eyebrow at him. "You want me to stop?"
"Fuck no," he groans, gripping your hips as you continue to milk his cock, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders for leverage as you ride him for another several minutes before he moves a hand to your clit. "Cum for me," he grits out, his pupils blown wide with arousal as he rubs you just the way you need to trigger your climax. Your cries of pleasure are carried away on the breeze as your walls rhythmically clench his shaft. He digs his fingers into your hips and thrusts up into you, fucking you through the orgasm for a few more heartbeats before following you over the edge.
You bury your face in the crook of his neck and gasp for breath, relishing the feel of his hands rubbing your back under the blanket as the aftershocks of your climax continue to squeeze him. "I love you," he states, his voice husky in your ear. "Love you, too," you pant, the thought that he's gonna be your husband in less than a week flashing into your mind and putting a smile on your face.
He eventually stands up and sets you in the chair, tugging his shorts up and pulling the blanket tighter around you as the wind picks up. "Let me blow out these candles real quick then let's go get a hot shower and get in bed."
"It's a little early to go to sleep," you tease.
"Who said anything about going to sleep?" he asks, giving you a wink before blowing out the candles.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/13/23
The next morning -- after serving Joe a quick breakfast and ushering him out the door -- you're drinking coffee and admiring the pretty peonies he brought you yesterday when a thought hits you.
"Maybe I should send him some flowers," you mutter to yourself, a smile curling your lips as you contemplate it. You send him a bouquet of purple and yellow roses every January 13th to celebrate the National Championship he won at LSU, but those are always delivered to the house instead of the facility.
"Let's surprise him," you giggle, dialing your fav local florist before you talk yourself out of it.
Several minutes later you've decided on a bouquet of 9 orange roses with some nice greenery to fill it out. The card reading:
For going above and beyond All my love, Y/n
~ ~ ~
A couple hours later you've just finished a work-out and are about to step in the shower when your phone rings. You check the display, a smile gracing your lips as you answer. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey gorgeous," Joe echoes. "Thanks for the sexy flowers."
"You like them?"
"I love them. Seriously, they're really cool."
"Well, you deserve them after doing all the work to set up our ceremony Tuesday."
He gives a low chuckle. "All the guys think you sent 'em because I rocked your world in bed or something."
"Really?"
"Yep. Even Coach Taylor got in on it."
"No way," you whisper. "What did he say?"
"He said -- 'listen, stud. I'm glad you made your woman happy, but you better dial it back before game day. Make sure you save some energy for the game'."
You roll your eyes. "Leave it to a bunch of men to think it's all about sex."
"I'm hoping it was a little bit about sex," he pouts.
"Boy please!" you exclaim. "If I sent you flowers every time you rock my world, there would be no flowers left in the state of Ohio, or even in the whole damn tri-state area."
He considers this for a bit before laughing along with you. "That's true," he concedes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sunday, 10/15/23 - Paycor Stadium, Cincinnati, Ohio (just after the 17-13 win against the Seahawks)
You lean against the wall in the roped-off area of the tunnel designated for family of the players, chewing your lip as anxious thoughts scroll through your head -- how bad did he re-tweak his calf, and how pissed will he be at that dismal second half offensive performance? "A win is a win," you mumble to yourself, your pulse picking up when you see Joe striding toward you, the look on his face telling you that even though they managed to pull out the win, he is not happy.
He walks directly up to you and gathers you up in a tight hug, not saying a word out loud but conveying everything with his body language. You press a kiss against his neck then step back so his parents can greet him.
"You played great, Joey!" his mom gushes, giving him a hug as he gives you a 'here we go' look over her shoulder. She continues to praise his performance while he hugs his dad. Joe eventually takes a deep breath and interrupts her. "First half was fine, second half was crap," he grumbles, rolling his eyes when she disagrees with his assessment. "Don't say that," she scolds. "You were great today, start to finish."
Joe locks eyes with you and you speak up. "I think it's okay to admit that the offense wasn't really clicking in the second half." You shrug. "After OBJ went down, the o-line definitely struggled to give Joe a firm pocket, and the play calling got a little conservative because of that." You don't mention the fact that Joe clearly re-tweaked the calf and wasn't moving as well in the second half, but you'll definitely mention it to him later.
Robin raises her eyebrows then nods in agreement as you continue. "The main thing is the defense stepped up, and it was a great team win." You wink at Joe. "A win is a win, right, babe?"
"Right," he agrees, smiling for the first time since he approached y'all. "You wanna go do my post-game presser for me?"
"I think you can handle that," you chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss before he says his good-byes and heads for the locker room.
"You really know how to handle him," Robin states with a smile, not realizing that she's the one who just got handled.
~ ~ ~
You wave goodbye to Joe's parents as they drive off after dropping you back at home, rolling your shoulders to relieve some tension as you walk in the house.
You take a shower and pull on a pair of leggings and a long sleeve t-shirt plus some fuzzy socks, eventually heading downstairs to make some (dairy-free) hot chocolate. You scroll your phone while the hot chocolate simmers, smiling at Joe when he ambles in the door, his expression perking up as he sniffs the air.
"What's that delicious smell?" he asks, greeting you with a tight hug and a kiss.
"Hot chocolate," you grin. "You want some?"
"Hell yeah," he answers, dropping onto a barstool while you pour two large mugs of the rich, steaming beverage.
"I'm gonna have a little shot of chocolate liqueur in mine," you say, glugging a bit of the potent elixir in your mug before wagging the bottle at him. "Want some?"
"Yes, ma'am," he grins. "I'm officially on vacation for the next week." He grimaces as the words leave his mouth. "Well, I do have to go in tomorrow morning for assessment and treatment, but after that I'm on vacation."
"You re-tweaked it," you state, adding some liqueur to his mug before handing it to him. "How bad?"
"Not bad. It'll be fine with some rest." He blows on his drink before taking a sip, making 'mmmm' noises as he takes another sip. "I'll be home before lunch tomorrow."
You take a sip of your drink, your eyes going wide as a thought pops in your head. "I forgot the whipped cream," you grumble, grabbing the can of non-dairy whip out of the fridge and giving it a shake. "Want some?" you ask as you add a substantial mound of creamy whip to your drink. "Oh yeah," he moans, holding his mug closer so you can top his beverage.
Y'all spend the next twenty minutes sharing small talk and sipping your frothy drinks, talking about everything from the upcoming weather to the menu items you're going to order at the Lake Lodge restaurant.
"There's like a dozen things that look delicious," Joe says. "We may have to go more than once."
"I'm down," you chuckle, finishing off your drink before giving him a serious look. "Are you nervous?"
He shrugs. "I mean, if the trout meunière is crap, I'll just order another entree. That one's always hit or miss."
"I meant are you nervous that we're getting secretly married day after tomorrow?" you giggle.
"Oh!" He laughs along with you for a bit before settling down. "I'm not a bit nervous about that. Of all the big decisions I've made in my life, this is the one that I've never second-guessed."
Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks at the earnest look on his face. "I feel the same way."
"Good." He gives you a smile before draining the last of his drink. "Listen, I wanna thank you for handling my mom when she started busting out the praise after the game."
"You're welcome. It worked like a charm."
"There seems to be no end to your talents," he purrs, giving you a wink. "Speaking of that," he continues as he stands up and grabs both of your mugs, setting them in the sink and running water in them. "Let's go upstairs and get naked. You just reminded me we only have two more days to have super dirty premarital sex."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Are you saying we'll be having boring sex once we're married?"
"Don't worry, babe." He gives you a filthy grin before dropping a kiss on your lips. "We'll be having super dirty marital sex starting Tuesday."
"We better," you tease. "Because I'll get an annulment if you try to get by with lights-off missionary or some shit once you have me locked down."
"Let's go upstairs and I'll give you a preview of what's coming once you're locked down."
"Yes, sir," you purr, heading for the stairs, a sizzle of anticipation running through you when you look back and see him grabbing the can of whipped cream out of the fridge.
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multifariousqueer · 2 months
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hi love. could u write where felix takes care of fem!reader on her period? currently abt to get mine and i need some comfort lol, mine r hell. if u don’t want to that’s okay<3
Sure!
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The morning sunshine blared through the window as your stomach started to sting a familiar sting. You had hoped that it would wait another week but it came in hot and dull as you awoke to the feeling of being wet. Your arm instinctively reached for your alarm clock only to find that you had class in a few minutes and had slept in. A groan escaped your lips as a text from Felix crept its way onto your device:
“Good morning, darling 😀”- Felix( don’t kill me, it was the early 2000’s)
“Where are you?”- Felix
You scrambled to get dressed and put on a pad before leaving your dorm.
The autumnal air brushed your skin as you felt more emotional and stressed. Felix and you had a project worth 3% of your semester grade due today and you stayed up until 12 last night messing around so you forgot to finish it. Tears stung at your eyes as you admonished yourself for not doing a basic task but you didn’t have time to go into a full fit because you were late.
When you reached class, the entire class looked at you as the door creaked open and Felix’s eyed you up and down before realizing that you weren’t okay. You sat down next to him and searched your bag for your supplies before realizing that you left your period bag at home. A period bag consists of : pads, tampons, lotion, perfume, and an emergency pair of panties. Upon the heartbreaking realization, you groaned and put your hands over your eyes and Felix immediately took notice:
“Y’alright love?” Felix said, rubbing your back.
This caused you to break into full blown tears as you got up and left class to run some water over your face.
Felix got up and followed a few minutes later to make sure you were okay:
“What happened?” He asked with genuine concern on his face
“I’m just on my period, that’s all”- you sobbed back
“Do you need anything to get through class?” He asked while rubbing your back
“I just want to cuddle with you and shower and go back to bed” you sniffled
“After class, I promise I will do that for you” Felix spoke
Felix hated seeing you in pain and he hated seeing you cry more. A piece of his soul broke Everytime you cried and he wanted to whatever it took to make you happy again.
Felix walked you back into class with a hand on the small of your back and he sat you down. He went up to the professor and spoke a few words that were unintelligible from where you were sitting and the professor called you over to his desk:
“Ms. L/n, it seems that you are incapacitated and scattered right now so I am willing to give you an extension on the project. Of course, I will have to knock off a few points but it is still possible to pass” the professor said sternly.
“Thank you so much!” You smiled
“Please sit down and try not to disrupt the class any longer” the professor spoke before going back to grading.
“Yes sir” you said.
Felix observed the interaction with a straight face before breaking out into a grin and escorting you back to your seat.
“How about we go back to my dorm after class and finish our project later” he said softly
“Please.” You said, while practically giving him a begging stare
Felix pulled you into a hug before planting a kiss on your forehead and returning his attention back to the lecture. He still kept his hand on your thigh and he snuck glances your way every now and again to make sure you weren’t in pain.
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Eventually, you went back to Felix’s dorm and he went to a drawer and pulled out a box of pads. Felix kept his stash stocked ever since he started dating you because he always wanted you to be comfortable.
“Wait here, I’ll go run you a bath” he said, ushering you to sit on his bed
You nodded in response and pulled out your textbook to finish the project once Felix left. You made a decent amount of headway before Felix came back and shut the textbook while staring at you:
“I told you we’d do this later, y/n” he smirked
“I know but…” you started before Felix interrupted you
“Even in pain, you’re still scholarly?” Felix asked quizzically while smirking at you
“I’m on my period, Felix. I’m not dying” you remarked
“So you don’t want to be cuddled?” He asked
“No no I do!!” You said with puppy eyes
Felix chuckled and took you into the bathroom. He undressed you and did away with your pad before delicately placing you into the tub. He was careful not to scrub you too hard but he wanted to get you as clean as possible. You sank into the warm, eucalyptus scented water and mewled as the warmth enveloped your body. Felix ran water over your body and made sweet comments about how strong you were for enduring your period:
“Look at my princess, so beautiful” he smiled
“Mmmm I love you” you sighed
“I adore you too, darling” he said, kissing your eyebrow before leaving to go to his bedroom.
You jolted a bit as Felix’s absence set in. You opened your eyes and looked around before you heard movement in his room.
Felix was prepping a pair of underwear for you and laying out an outfit for you. It was his old rugby shirt and some old boxers of his that you used as shorts. Felix learned how to prep underwear one day when you showed in “in case of emergencies” and he always prepped yours if you couldn’t. Felix also laid out some chocolate for you and put a stuffed animal on the bed. He went to get you from the bath:
“Where did you go?” You asked sadly
“I went to go clean up a bit and get you ready for bed” he replied
He pulled you from the tub and helped you get dressed. Felix laid you on the bed and cuddled with you. You took in the scent of his cologne and aftershave while making soft noises of comfort against his chest. He grabbed you and held you close and sooner or later you fell asleep in his embrace.
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koolades-world · 1 year
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More Obey me! Headcannons
had so much fun last time I wanted to do it again
Satan is so smart, but has issues doing basic math and refuses to admit it, like he can’t figure out fifteen plus seven without his fingers or a calculator (is this me projecting? maybe)
Belphie bought himself and Mc matching house slippers. Mc thought Beel felt left out and made Belphie buy a pair for him too
Beel has a huge green thumb, and takes upon himself to save plants he thinks are sad or lonely. He buys the dying plants from the store to bring back to life (partially inspired by the chat where someone, forgot who, told beel that if he talked to plants they would grow faster my precious baby)
Lucifer is the best cook at the HoL, but rarely has time to cook. Beel is the second best but usually eats the ingredients before he can make anything with them. Mammon is probably the worst because Levi can make food from animes almost perfectly
Asmo once almost set a store he was collaborating with on fire with his rage alone because they spelt his name wrong
Beel probably needs a new toothbrush every couple weeks. Belphie probably gets toothbrushes mixed up and uses ones that aren’t his
Lucifer and Solomon like prune juice haha old men
The one thing Luke and Simeon have seriously disagreed on is if raisins belong in dessert. Michael likes them, so Luke does too. Simeon thinks they’re awful but never directly says it, so Lucifer usually says it for him
Despite always being online, Levi had not once checked his RAD email. He has 9,999+ emails, probably a lot more because 9,999 is where it stops counting
Mammon collects cool rocks and keeps them in a box under his bed
Satan’s hands are always freezing, so he sticks them under Mc (or a cat) when possible, or uses a charmed hot water bottle from Solomon that stays warm for days at a time
Solomon and Asmo have had matching bracelet sets for as long as they’ve known each other, and since they didn’t make them anymore, they got some custom done for Mc so they could also have them
For about 1,000 years, Thirteen though jelly beans were an actual kind of bean and Solomon never let her let it go
The first food Mc and Mammon ate on a date in the human world together was Taiyaki, so he made it a point to learn how to make them to surprise Mc (even though he’s a terrible cook) (I might make this a fic since I like this idea so much)
Diavolo has always wanted a Devildom version of a hamster but Barbatos refused to have any kind of rodent in the castle, rat or not
Luke probably downloads those stupid app games with the ads unironically
Satan’s favorite Disney Princess is Ariel because she ran off to do what she wanted without caring what her father thought, it’s giving daddy issues. He’s probably considered running off and marrying Mephisto to make Lucifer angry
Raphael unironically enjoys off brand chips and soda
Lucifer is a nail biter, and Asmo is helping him curve the habit by putting a nasty tasting top coat when he does his nails, and it’s also why he wears gloves all the time.
Belphie and Satan once went up to the humans world together to mess with people in Salem, Massachusetts with magic, which spawned several conspiracy theory books. They read them together and laugh as a past time
Diavolo once went to the human world in his demon form for,, reasons, and accidentally got written into ancient mythology because he got spotted by humans
Barbatos had a home garden for cooking and sometimes lets Asmo have leaves from some of the plants to make homemade skin care products
Mammon probably has lots of earwax. Don’t share your earbuds with him unless you make him clean them afterwards
Belphie has a really large water bottle that’s always on his side table. He wakes up randomly though the night, chugs an ungodly amount of water and then passed out again. In the mornings he has to piss really bad but is too lazy to get up and actually do it, so he just sits and complains. Even Beel isn’t sure how he’s able to drink that much water in a short amount of time
Satan likes waking up early to enjoy the morning air and read outside for a while since mornings can get hectic with his brothers
Thirteen’s favorite torture device is the Iron Maiden. She had her own that she bedazzled. Even Asmo is jealous and wants her to make him one too
Mammon introduced Diavolo to Gatorade, and instead of sneaking behind Lucifer and Barbatos’s backs to drink Demonus, they have secret Gatorade meetings
Diavolo and Lucifer definitely both had a hidden Dialuci stash of things and probably clash trying to collect limited edition things online
None of the Obey me cast took birthdays or passing of years seriously until Mc entered the picture and suddenly time was precious, and they actually kept track. Because of this, nobody is really sure how old the twins are
Mephisto thinks roosters want world domination
Asmo thinks cilantro tastes like soap and Levi thinks anything cola flavored tastes like cough medicine
Mammon's favorite party trick is one Mc taught him, which is rolling his tongue Everyone he meets, including his brothers, thinks it's so cool when really it's just a genetic thing
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icedmochalattee · 6 months
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reader running damage control for yandere furina.;;..;,. like imagine her throwing a fit and about to bring someone to court because they got close to reader and we panic and uncharacteristically lovebomb her like "nooooo babe I love you pls don't sue that innocent man 🥰🙏💞" AND IT WORKS LMAAOOOO and she's like "well if you insist" but secretly she's passing out inside bc the readers usually so cold to her due to her obsession?? but now the random 180 and it ends up backfiring on us bc she keeps bringing people to court and causing trouble so we keep on loving on her 😬😬 reader now has to keep her in check and stuff lmao bc we can't leave since she's the literal archon and she's basically put us in house arrest for "legal reasons" so now we're just trying our absolute hardest to stop her from putting half of her nation behind bars
(sorry fir the rant btw I am currently suffering massive furina brainrot and I have many thoughts)
A/N: sigh, the brainrot for furina is bad y’all I want her. Anon never apologize for going all out on the details I absolutely love that please fill my inbox with this lovely lady, I’d love to hear your many thoughts 💕
Content Warnings: yandere themes, false accusations, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, gas-lighting, my bs attempt at legal terminology.
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Furina
You weren’t happy with your current predicament and Furina knew that. She basically had you on house arrest with her to keep you from running away, what’re you gonna do? Run from your Archon? You’d be insane to try something so foolish.
When she first saw you she knew she had to have you. You had been falsely accused of a minor crime and she knew that you weren’t truly guilty but she was going to do everything in her power to make it look like you are.
She planted evidence, manipulated “witnesses” to give false testimony. It’s not like it took much convincing she is their God after all. They’re powerless against her requests, just like you.
She didn’t fully trust you but she did trust that you were too smart to try and run away, which is why she’d let you go out on dates with her but never by yourself.
She was absolutely appalled when she had taken you out one night and some diplomat from another nation decided to flirt with you.
It was to spite her, that she was sure of.
The person was chatting you up, hand rested on your thigh while you sat and talked. She caught you smiling at whatever conversation was happening between you and this stranger and she was furious.
How dare you?? You never smile at her like that!
Her blood is boiling and she storms over to you, grabbing you tightly by the wrist and pulling you along.
“We’re going home.”
It was the next day and Furina had requested you join her in the court proceedings for that day, a common enough request that you didn’t think much of it.
However your heart drops when you see the man you had been chatting with last night standing before the court. You weren’t friends by any means with the man but you feared for what she was going to do to him…
Oh how you hated the thought of what you were about to do… you shouldn’t indulge her delusions…
You take a deep breath before sidling closer to her, leaning your head on her shoulder. You can see her face flush a bit at the contact, her eyes widening.
“Miss Furina~”
You look up at her with the sweetest look you can manage, taking a piece of her white hair to twirl it between your fingers.
“Y-yes y/n?”
Her face is fully red at this point, going all the way down her neck and up to her ears.
You’ve never been this affectionate before, she felt so nervous she didn’t know what to do with herself…
“Can’t you make this go any faster? I wanna go home…”
I… you what?? She thinks to herself. This feeling is so unfamiliar but she’s relishing every second of it.
In the end she quickly rules the man as ‘not guilty’ in order to speed up the investigation, you wanted to go home and she was going to get you back as fast as possible.
You had quickly grown cold again after a few days and she mourned the loss. She needed to see that side of you again.
She brought another man in this time who she had seen you idly chatting with that morning on your way to meet with her. Unlike the other man he hadn’t done anything wrong but she didn’t care, if suing him got your attention that’s exactly what she was going to do.
You watch during the trial and just sigh to yourself, once again you must set your pride aside to keep her from hurting some poor innocent citizen…
“Furina please don’t do this, you know I only love you~”
You brush your hand against her shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. You can tell she’s off put by your words, not fully trusting them.
So you lean in closer, kissing her on the cheek.
“You…love me?”
She looks up at you, so much love in her eyes and she looks as if she’s about to burst into tears. Sensitive girl 💕
“I do”
Her heart stops. She can’t believe this. You really love her? Had you finally warmed up to her? Are you just so distraught from the situation she’s put you in that you’ve convinced yourself you love her? Either way she doesn’t care. All she cares about is that you’re finally accepting her love.
This becomes a pretty regular occurrence, her bringing in some innocent person and you having to calm her down, convince her of their innocence.
It also becomes a regular occurrence for you to start love bombing her when you want something, you feel bad but it works…
The two of you had gotten in an argument a few weeks ago and she hasn’t let you leave the house since. This is terrible, you feel so trapped being locked up like this.
You hadn’t spoken to her this entire time which only worsened the situation. But by this point you were reaching a breaking point, you were so bored.
You find her at on the couch, reading some book with a frustrated look on her face. You decide to approach her. You sit yourself beside her but she ignores you, staying focused on her book.
“Furina?”
She ignores you again. Oh goodness you hadn’t realized just how badly your fight had upset her…
How were you going to fix this? Sure she was obsessive and she could be too much at times but she had her moments of sweetness… in her own way.
You swing your leg over top of her, straddling her lap. Now that she noticed… you think to yourself as you watch her jaw tighten, breathing uneven.
“Miss Furina?”
You look at her with those big pretty eyes and she curses you, curses those sweet, pleading eyes…
“Why do you need darling?”
Going good so far…
“Can’t we go out again? I miss you, missing going on dates with you…”
You whisper in her ear, hand resting idly on her cheek.
“Please baby?”
Oh you’re just too hard to say no to…
She reaches forward, grabbing your face with her icy hands. She pulls you in close and you can smell something sweet on her breath, had she eaten dessert? That thoughts quickly forgotten as she leans closer.
She kisses you gently on the lips, cautious you’d pull away. But when you eagerly return her kiss she feels at peace, no matter how bad things get nothing will change the way she feels about you in this moment…
“Anything for you my love”.
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ifrneedalife · 7 months
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Sleepless Nights
Summary: reader always comes into work looking tired, one day when Spencer is talking to her, she lets the reason why slip, causing him to want to take care of her.
Pair: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader
Category: fluff
-age gap - 26/36 (I’m sorry I love older men) forehead kiss, pet name (honey) and reader is shy and quiet btw ( purely because I am, sorry😭)
A/n: honestly this is purely self indulgent so a lot of these things I do … anyways I hope you enjoy:) ….. also look how pretty he is :,)
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When Spencer first met her, the first thing he noticed were her sad, tired eyes. She honestly looked like she hadn’t slept in days, he was slightly concerned.
And now that he’s known her for little over a year…….he’s honestly still concerned.
Everyday she walk into work with those same sad, tired eyes, sporting a large coffee - which he certainly knows wouldn’t be her last - and gives everyone a small ‘hello’, before going to her desk to do paperwork, not saying another word.
Another thing he noticed, was that she was extremely quiet.
She liked to keep to herself, and only really talked to them for work. Though if one of her coworkers came over to her, and started a conversation with her, she’d smile and try to not make it awkward. (She failed most of the time)
Spencer wishes she talked to him.
Over time, Spencer grew a crush on her, always admiring her from afar. He loved to notice the things she liked, and the little quirks she had.
For example: The first time she was on the jet he noticed she was of afraid of flying and heights, so to calm herself down she’d read a book (usually romance) but then got distracted by looking out the window.
He also noticed that she had a hard time focusing a lot, always getting lost in thought, or just zoning out.
And that wasn’t any different now,
He was watching her from his desk (a few away from hers) her knee bouncing up and down, a pen in her hand pressed into her paperwork while she stared off into space. Spencer got up from his desk, seeing this as an opportunity to talk to her.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, leaning against her desk.
She looks up quickly, a small blush grows on her face when she sees him, “oh hi… yeah I’m good, why do you ask?” She basically whispers.
He loved her voice, soft spoken and always gentle.
“That’s good, you just looked lost in thought is all.” He smiles down at her.
“I’m just a little tired, thanks for asking,” she smiles back, “how are you Dr. Reid?”
“I’m good, thank you… and please call me Spencer.”
“Okay…. Spencer.”
He gets butterflies.
Spencer was staying late, since he has some extra paperwork Hotch wanted him to do. He agreed because he wanted to help out, but mostly because he saw that she was still here.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” He asks, walking over to her with the paperwork he has to finish.
“Oh hi Spencer,” she smiles, “just finishing some paperwork.”
He nods slowly, “Well you should head back home soon, it’s getting pretty late.” He checks his watch, seeing that it’s pass 10pm. “You’re gonna need some sleep.”
She shrugs, “not like I’ll get much anyways.”
His brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”
She shrugs again, “I just can’t really sleep, that’s all.”
His eyes widen a bit, when he realizes why she always looked tired. He honestly felt a little stupid not realizing it before, “have you tried anything to help?”
“Um not really… I just kinda deal with it.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal,
He blinks, “you can’t just deal with it honey,” he gently reprimands, “you need to sleep.” He grabs her hand, “come I’m taking you home, you took the bus here right?”
“Uh y-yes but wait I still have work to do!”
“It’s fine, we can do it tomorrow.” She gives up, and lets him pull her to his car.
He opens the passenger’s side door for her, closing the door, after she climbs in. He makes way to his side and gets in,
“So what’s you address?” He asked while pulling out of the parking lot.
She gives him directions to her apartment building, and during the twenty minutes to get there. The ride was silent, except for the radio that played random songs.
When they finally make it, Spencer opens her door, receiving a quiet ‘thank you’ from her.
She leads the way to her apartment, unlocking the door. “Um… d-do you want to come in?”
He nods, “that was the plan.”
“Oh.” She opens the door, “well come in then.”
He smiles and walks in, taking off his shoes by the door before looking around at the cozy home. “Very cozy.”
“Thank you…. Um would you like something drink?” He shakes his head ‘no’,
“You should go put some pjs on,”
She nods, “you can look around or sit down if you’d like.”
“Thank you.”
She nods, before leaving to her room.
Spencer heads to her small kitchen, looking in her cabinets, before finally finding a mug and chamomile tea. He pours water into the kettle, placing it on the stove to heat up. When it’s done he pours the hot water into the mug, before grabbing honey, spooning some into the tea.
“What are you doing?” Spencer turns to her, she had no malice in her voice just pure curiosity.
“Making you some tea,” he grabs the mug and hands it to her, “here, it’s a bit hot so be careful”
“Thank you..” she smiles at him
“No problem,” he smiles back, “it’s chamomile so it’ll hopefully make you sleepy.”
She blows before taking a small sip, “it’s very yummy.”
“That’s good…. So are you all ready for bed?”
She replies with a small ‘mhm’, still sipping on her tea. He smiles before grabbing her free hand, leading her to her room.
“What do you usually do when you can’t sleep?” He asks,
“Oh I usually watch tv.”
He laughs softly, “well that’s definitely not gonna help you sleep.”
He pulls back her covers, motioning to her to lay down.
She places her tea on her nightstand, before sliding into bed.
He goes to her dresser, where a fall scented candle is. He lights it, before turning off the lights, only leaving a small lamp next to her bed on. Then sits on the edge of her bed,
He clears his throat, “well you should finish your tea, and don’t go on any electronics.” He gets up when she nods in understanding, “well I should get going.” He starts to leave,
“Wait!” She grabs his wrist, he looks back at her, “please stay.” She blushes, “um maybe you can read for me….. only if you want to!” She waves her hands.
He smiles, a small blush gracing his cheeks, “okay… what book?”
She smiles and grabs the current book she’s reading from her nightstand, then pats the empty side next to her.
He takes off his button down, leaving him in a black undershirt, then goes under the covers and leans against the headboard.
“It’s a silly romance… you can find a different book if you’d like.” He takes the book from her hands and reads the back,
“No it’s alright,” he smiles, “it looks cute.”
“Okay..”
Spencer reads for a while, before looking down noticing she’s asleep. He bookmarks the page then closes the book, turning off the bedside lamp, and as quietly as he can gets up.
It doesn’t seem to be as quiet enough, since she wakes up and grabs his hand, “please stay… I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if you leave.” She blushes,
His eyes widen a bit, then nods dumbly before slowly lying down, pulling her into his arms.
He kisses her forehead, “goodnight honey.”
She wraps her arm around his waist, and kisses his cheek, “goodnight spence.”
And for the second time that day, he got butterflies,
Hope that was alright:)
If you have any advice that can help me get better please tell me🙏 I want to get better:)
Have a wonderful day/ night
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