#I’ll write my fics when I will be able to. maybe I can squeeze some free time in between uni work... but I’m not sure

[rinhaler]

first, i want to kiss you for your amazing smut. especially the stepdad toji one 🤭🤭 second, will you pretty pretty please with a cherry on top write some noncon with yandere stepbro yuji? im ovulating and deprived of some nasty ass fics with my favourite boy, please? 👉🏽👈🏽🥺🫶🏽

I have like zero experience writing yandere. If I've done it before it's deff not been intentional so I hope this is okay! Also making Yuuji mean was so hard and did not sit right with my soul but bon apetit.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, fem!reader, yandere!yuuji itadori, stepcest, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, use of yuuji-nii and nii-chan, marking/cutting, blood, spanking, jealousy, creampie.

words: 1.4k

“Get out.” your brother speaks, voice brimming with hatred as he drags you by your wrist into the boys bathroom. The guys in the room look at him, then at each other. They don’t think he’s serious, he can’t be, can he? They stare at him and their eyes catch the way he’s squeezing your wrist. Tight enough to bruise. “Get. Out.” he repeats himself, calmly.

The guys hurry up, putting their dicks away and leaving without even washing their hands. It’s revolting, but the last thing on your mind as Yuuji waits for them to leave before shoving you further into the room.

“Yuuji?” you whisper soothingly. Though when he gets closer to you and shoves you again, you wish you hadn’t said anything at all. Your lower back connects with the sinks behind you. You’re sure more bruises will follow the contact, but right now that’s the least of your concern. He turns you around, and you instinctively bend over. You yelp when you feel him kick the insides of your ankles harshly, but your legs spread beautifully for him. “I-I’m sorry.” you whine. You aren’t sure what you’ve done, but he seems cross with you. Maybe an apology will make everything better.

He doesn’t respond. The sound of his zipper being pulled down reverberates through the icky bathroom. Your eyes scrunch closed as you whimper, knowing what’s coming next. He moves your panties aside, a stinging slap landing on your slick puffy folds.

“I wish you were sorry.” he tells you, coldly, “But I’ll make you sorry when we get home.”

You opt not to respond, knowing that anything you say will be misconstrued and he’ll use that to punish you. He slaps your cunt again, and the force propels you forward as you jolt at the pain. He flips up your skirt, smacking your ass again and again until even the softest touch fills you with pain.

You won’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.

He slots his aching cock between your swollen pussy lips, dragging his length up and down, coating his tips with your shimmering essence. You hear his heavy breaths as he enjoys your dewy cunt. Your unprepped hole fights him every step of the way as he bullies his cock into you. Your walls feel like home as he forces himself to the hilt.

“You’re bein’ quiet.” he points out. You look at him through the mirror, your crying has made a mess of your makeup. Black tear leans stream down your face as you can’t quite accommodate his horrifically thick cock. Lithe fingers yank at your hair, shoving your face into the reflective glass in front of you.

“I dunno what I did, Yuuji.” you pout, turning your head so that you can look back at him through the corner of your eye. You yip when he pushes your head into the mirror once more. You definitely said the wrong thing this time.

“Isn’t it obvious? Look at the slut staring back at you in the mirror.” he tells you. You start to protest, telling him that you aren’t a whore, and you didn’t do anything wrong. But you get the perfect view of his fist coming towards the mirror, breaking it, shards of glass falling onto the counters and into the porcelain sinks below. You hiss a shallowly as a little piece cuts you as it falls.

His hips stay still as he sees blood begin to seep from the small cut on your shoulder. You do nothing, choosing to stare at your reflection again in the cracked mirror. Though your eyes wander when he picks up a larger piece of glass.

“Yuuji-nii? What are you— aah!” you cry as his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pushes your face down into the glass filled sink.

“Move, and you’ll regret it.” he warns you. His painful hold doesn’t cease, but you feel his wrist balance on the plush flesh of your right ass cheek. You wince as you feel a pointed edge push down into your skin, you bite your lip and try to repress the noises desperate to leave your throat. It’s agonising and it’s unabated. And before he’s barely gotten started, you’re screaming.

His hand leaves your neck, coming down harshly on the marks he’s cutting into your behind. The stinging sensation is unbearable, you think you might pass out.

“Shut the fuck up.” he warns you. You cover your mouth with both hands, desperate to keep the screams locked deep inside of your lungs. He takes his time, with you. Making sure he writes his name on your skin in big perfect letters so there is no longer any question on who you belong to. He spanks you again, his hand becoming covered in blood. “I’ll get you some bandages from the first aid kit in the gym if you’re good.” he explains.

“What did I do, Yuuji-nii?” you pout, keeping your eyes fixated on the base of the sink as he begins to fuck into you. His entire weight poured into each and every thrust. “Haah—!”

“Saw you fucking flirting with a guy in your class.” he tells you, his palm landing on your bloody wound once again. “You’re meant to be mine. So I’m giving you a reminder.” he continues, his cock slamming into you again and again while his balls slap against your neglected clit.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You told him you weren’t in the mood and you didn’t have time. But the fury in his eye as he dragged you all of the way to the boy’s bathroom told you that what you wanted wasn’t really up for discussion. And it makes sense, now, he doesn’t care if you want him when he’s jealous. When he’s jealous, you’ll take what he’s giving you whether you want him or not.

“I w-wasn’t.” you sob, sniffling quietly as his tip hammers against your cervix. “Jus’ gave him some notes from a class he missed!” you inform him, hoping it’ll clear up this whole misunderstanding.

“You’re fucking stupid.” he spanks your wound again. “He didn’t want your fucking notes. He wants you. If you did anything but think with that stupid cunt of yours you’d be smart enough to talk to any guys except for me.”

“’m sorry, nii-chan.” you wail, you can tell by his sloppy thrusts that he’s close. And you’re ashamed to say that your cunt is responding favourably to him ruining you like this. You’re conditioned, unfortunately. Whatever he offers you is sure to make you cum, no matter the circumstance.

“Nii-chan knows best, doesn’t he?” he asks, though you aren’t sure if it’s rhetorical. You find yourself nodding, anyway, but a particularly harsh thrust tells you that he’s looking for verbal confirmation. “Remember what’ll happen to you if you talk to boys other than nii-chan.”

“Nii-chan knows best.” you pout, moaning as he continues to fuck painfully into you. “W-Won’t talk to anyone… promise.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I didn’t lock the door, y’know. Hope he walks in and sees how much you like getting fucked by your brother. Should I cum in this slutty cunt? Make sure everyone knows whose pussy this is.” he babbles, you feel your insides turn warm before you can even answer. He curses repeatedly as he empties his balls into your unprotected womb. The feeling is like a loving hug, and your body unwillingly returns the feeling as your walls squeeze tightly around his length as you spasm from your high.

“T-Thank you, nii-chan.” you tell him, quietly.

“Good girl.” he praises you, pulling out. Your spread legs attempt to close to keep his cum inside, but he kicks at your ankles again to make sure they stay nice ‘n wide. “Gonna go get the first aid kit for you, don’t move.”

“What if—” he slaps your ass and shoves your body back down into the counter. And you realise that he didn’t mean don’t leave the bathroom. He meant don’t move from this exact position.

“What if someone walks in? Good.” he smirks, heading for the exit. “I want every guy in this fucking place to see how much you like your big brother’s cum dripping out of you.”

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[jiveyuncle]

"Lance," Keith sounds breathless. "Back when we found my lion - the glowing symbols. What did you say about it?"

Lance is still staring hard at where Keith's hand rests on the control panel's screen, face scrunched in disbelief. "That is was written in code?"

Keith shakes his head. "No, no, about the Galra not being able to find it because of something to do with quintessence."

Lance's brow furrows further as he tries to recall what all he said so long ago, then his eyes flick up to meet Keith's. "Um? They were directions - quintessence infused." His lips purse as he tries to list everything. "The inscriptions would only be revealed in the presence of an Altean."

Keith removes his hand from the panel and the stars wink out. He strides toward Lance, mind racing. "Lance," Keith exhales. "I saw similar symbols back on Earth. Back when Hunk, Shiro, Pidge and I found the Green Lion in the cave."

Lance's eyes are flicking rapid-fire between Keith's, "But I wasn't there with you that time."

Keith grips Lance by the arms, hands squeezing tight. "Then why did the cave still light up?"

Lance almost looks as if he's stopped breathing.

Keith shifts his hold from Lance's arms, to hold his face. "The whole time I've been amazed at how much a couple of aliens look like us humans," Keith presses his forehead to Lance's, "but maybe I should've been thinking about how much we look like you."

And Keith can see it - in Lance's face - the moment the full meaning of everything clicks, and then Keith's being crushed in a bone-breaking hug. A wet laugh finds its way into the crook of Keith's neck. "Allura and I weren't the only ones to survive."

Keith raises his arms to squeeze Lance back just as tightly and buries his nose in his hair. "I think we're gonna need another look at the cave back on Earth."

A little glimpse at the Humans-are-the-crossbreed-descendants-of-Alteans-that-fled storyline reveal. I tried to layer so many hints and foreshadowing throughout the fic, and the reveal was just so satisfying to write. Idk if it’s been done before (probably) as I joined this fandom wayyy late but this AU is clogging all my brain space. I’m feral. If you ask me, I will scream your ear off about how this fills a ton of plot holes in canon and strengthens some of the choices made by different characters. Actually, I’ll rant about it on the next post since it’ll be the last batch of artwork for the fic. I’m so excited to draw more stuff within the AU. I just have so many thoughtsssss about how everything connectsssss ahhh

Fic: Sure and Indelible on AO3:

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #altean lance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #black paladin lance #fanart #fanfic #sure and indelible

[corrodedhawkins]

I think you mentioned you were doing a piss fic for the Eddie kinks but pls don’t forget I need it

😈 trust me I could never forget it’s my jam

Piss: Part nine of the Eddie kink series. Kind of a continuation to part one

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, piss kink, bladder control, desperation, wetting, slight Perv!Eddie, teasing, slight humiliation, very brief male masturbation, unprotected sex.

Authors note: I know this is not everyone’s thing, if it’s not yours please just skip this one. I don’t want to hear about how gross this is, I’m already well aware.

You’re lounging on Eddie’s bed, head pillowed on his thigh as you read the latest true crime novel he’d bought for you.

His notebook is balanced on his other leg, pencil moving furiously over the page as he writes lyrics for a new Corroded Coffin song.

He looks up, tongue peeking out as he thinks. “What rhymes with demon?”, he asks, tapping his pencil on his chin.

Saving your page in your book, you turn over to look at him. “Semen?”

“Perfect”, he mutters, writing it down.

“You’re a poet, babe”, you chuckle as you toss your book onto the bed, rising to your feet.

He grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the bed playfully. “And where are you going?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest.

You slap at his arm when he squeezes you tight, trying to break from his hold. “Let me up, I gotta pee.”

“Nah.”

You laugh, “what do you mean nah? I really have to go.” Wriggling out of his hold, you roll off of the bed and get up.

He sits up and grabs your wrist, turning you towards him. “Remember the thing you told me to put a pin in?”

It takes you a second to realize what he’s talking about. The night Eddie had made you squirt, he’d made a comment about feeling like you might have to pee before it happened. He had assured you that you wouldn’t, but if you did? He might find it hot.

You remember your pussy throbbing at that, too preoccupied with the task at hand to really analyze what it had meant.

“Yeah”, you say hesitantly.

He gives you a devilish grin, “maybe we can explore that a little bit. Just—don’t go. Stay here.”

“Eddie”, you warn.

His hold on your wrist softens, “Too far?”

“I don’t—I don’t know”, you mumble.

“Hey”, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Look at me, we don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

The thing is, you were uncomfortable.

You’ve never felt Iike this before, so turned on and grossed out at the same time, so ashamed by something getting you off. You hadn’t even done anything yet and you were already soaked, cunt throbbing at the thought of what you were about to do.

“I-I am a little uncomfortable”, you admit. “But, I’m also kinda into it.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah. Can I follow your lead on this? If I think about it too much I might chicken out.”

“Of course”, Eddie pats the bed next to him, continuing once you sit down. “I got you, babe. I’ll check in but you gotta speak up and tell me if you want to stop, okay?

“Okay.”

“Alright”, he hands you your novel, “get back to reading.”

He picks up his notebook and resumes writing, lyrics and chord progressions scribbled along the page.

You make it another few chapters before you’re starting to squirm, no longer able to ignore the pressure in your bladder.

“Doing ok?”, Eddie asks, not looking up from his notes.

You whimper, “Yeah. It’s just—fuck. I need to piss.”

He puts down his notebook and looks over at you, the hunger in his eyes surprising you.

“Is that so?”, he asks teasingly.

“Yes”, you hiss.

Eddie chuckles, “Now for some ambience.” He grabs your phone, opening your sleep sounds app. He scrolls past your usual rain sounds and taps ‘waterfall’.

He smirks as the sound of rushing water fills the room. You laugh, the sound cut off by a gasp when you feel yourself almost lose control for a second.

You throw your book at him with a glare, prompting him to shut off the waterfall and toss your phone to the side.

“Hi”, Eddie says as he turns his attention back to you.

“Hi”, you say softly.

“Doing ok?”, he asks.

He leans in and captures your lips when you nod, the kiss starting soft and gentle.

You start to squirm, the urge to grab your crotch to hold it in growing too strong to deny.

Eddie grabs your hand when you try to press it against yourself, holding it down against the mattress as he smirks against your lips.

His other hand hovers over the button on your jeans, waiting for your nod before shoving them down your legs and onto the floor along with your panties.

You suck in a breath, muscles clenching as the cold air hits your heated core.

He runs his fingertips over your slit teasingly, chuckling when you buck into his touch. “You are soaked. You really do like this, don’t you?”, he marvels.

You nod, a whimper escaping you as he thumbs over your clit.

“I’m going to fuck you”, he says, voice low and deep. “And you’re going to hold it until you cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes”, you whine, hips twitching up into his touch.

Eddie shoves the front of his sweatpants down, his cock springing free to slap against his stomach. He pumps his hand over himself a few times before he shuffles closer and sinks into you.

He sits back on his heels, rocking into you slow and deep. It feels incredible, the pressure in your bladder making every brush of his cock on your g-spot send jolts of pleasure through you.

You wail when Eddie presses his hand into your bladder, a wave of desperation rushing over you.

"Hold it", he bites out, snapping his hips into you harder.

"I can't", you're thrashing around, trying to get away.

He brings two fingers down to circle your clit, “you can. Cum, then you can let go.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to hold it in until you cum.

His hips shift, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.

“C’mon, I know you’re close”, he pants as he feels you start to clench around him. “Cum for me.”

You do as you’re told, toppling over the edge as pleasure floods your senses.

“There you go. You can let go now baby. Let go”, he encourages.

You don’t even realize you’re pissing until you feel the warmth of it under you, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes at the relief.

The second Eddie feels the first gush of warmth against him he cums, hips grinding deep as he empties himself inside of you.

You’re both panting, stream tapering off and stopping as you come down and catch your breath.

He reaches up to wipe away your tears, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You ok?”

You take a deep breath, “yeah, just—shower please?”

He laughs, getting up and tugging you with him down the hallway towards the bathroom.

That night, Eddie’s sheets are changed for the first time since you’ve known him.

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[munson-blurbs]

hiii i've gone through your whole masterlist and i'm obsessed with your works <333 an idea popped into my head and i just know you'll be able to bring it to justice because you're so talented hehe would you be down to write a friends to lovers fic about grooms man!eddie x bridesmaid!reader, like maybe it's nancy and steve's wedding, and everyone in the party just teases them like "oh so are you guys gonna be the next ones to get married" just so they'll admit their feelings to each othee once and for all hahaha sorry if it's too specific! love you <333

Eep this was so fun!

Warnings: some angst, language

WC: 2.6k

Divider credit to @firefly-graphics

“There we go.” You gently weave the clip of Nancy’s veil into her hair, fluffing the tulle so it brushes her shoulders. “Nance, you look stunning.” Her curly hair is perfectly coiffed, falling in soft waves. Her dress is classic and elegant; an off-the-shoulder bodice with a full skirt. Even her makeup is perfect, with eyeshadow shimmering on her lids, lips painted a soft baby pink.

“Seriously,” Robin agrees as she hands the rest of the bridesmaids their bouquets. “Steve is gonna lose his mind when he sees you walk down that aisle.”

Max pipes up from behind her. “I’ve started taking bets on how long it’ll take him to start blubbering.” 

“Personally, I think it’ll be as soon as he hears the music,” Holly adds, smirking. This makes everyone giggle, and no one can disagree. 

Once the laughter dies down, Nancy beams, looking at her bridal party. “I can’t thank you girls enough for everything you’ve done to make this day so special.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and maid of honor Robin dashes over with a tissue.

“Don’t cry! You’ll smudge your makeup!” she warns, contorting her face at her own words. “God, I sound like such a priss!”

“Yeah, but you’re my priss,” Nancy teases, carefully dabbing at the corners of her eyes. She turns to you with a smile. “Y/N, could you go see if the guys are ready? I have this fear that one of them is gonna show up missing a tie or a shoe or something.”

“I’m also taking bets on that,” Max calls out. “My money’s on Mike.”

You take Nancy’s hand and give it a little squeeze. “No problem. I’ll make sure everyone is fully dressed.” 

She thanks you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m so glad the gods of dorm assignments made us roommates,” she says as she lets you go. It seems like ages ago that you’d lugged your suitcases into the tiny dorm room your freshman year of college, greeted by the shy girl with big dreams of being a New York Times editor. The two of you had become fast friends, writing papers and cramming for exams together. After college, both of you had landed jobs at The Indianapolis Star, and the shared experience of being women in journalism had only brought you closer.

It had also brought you closer to Nancy’s friends from high school, many of whom were in the wedding party.

You rap on the door to the groom’s suite three times. “Is everyone decent?” you ask, pushing open the door slightly.

“10-4, we’re good to go!” Dustin’s voice calls back. He’s been taking his best man duties seriously–perhaps too seriously–since Steve first asked him to take on the role. You walk into the room and squeal with excitement at the guys in their tuxedos.

“You all look so handsome!” you gush. “Just wait until you see your bride, Steve. She looks even more beautiful than usual.”

Steve smiles, already blinking back tears. You’ll have to report back to Max that he didn’t even make it to the chapel before crying.

A clamoring comes from inside the restroom. “Stupid tie; won’t stay straight!” Eddie Munson grumbles, flinging open the door in frustration. “Does anyone here know how to–whoa.” He stops mid-sentence when he notices you in your lilac dress, accessory woes all but forgotten. 

“Need some help?” you offer politely, trying to calm your nerves at the prospect of being so close to him. Eddie just nods, and you pray that he doesn’t notice your trembling fingers as you adjust his tie. “There; now it’s perfect.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “You, um, you look really…wow.” He blushes as he trips over his words. He’d been shy around you ever since you’d moved to Indiana after college two years earlier, but he’s never been this tongue-tied. Probably just nervous about the wedding, you think, shrugging it off.

“Good wow, I hope,” you tease, finding yourself unable to make eye contact with him. His gray suit is fitted to his body and his usually unruly hair is pulled back into a low bun. If it wasn’t for the signature rings adorning his fingers, the D20 cufflinks, and the guitar pick necklace peeking out from under his shirt, you might not even recognize him.

“Y-yeah, of course!” He rushes, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

You blush at the compliment. “Well, you look very wow, yourself.” He looks more than wow; he’s downright gorgeous, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Especially in front of a crowd.

“Okay, lovebirds, save it for your own wedding,” Dustin jeers with a roll of his eyes. “We gotta start lining up.” He reads out the pairs:Mike with Holly, Lucas with Max…and Eddie with you. 

You loop your arm through Eddie’s, waiting your turn to walk down the aisle. Steve and Dustin are already at the altar; the former has tears streaming down his cheeks, and Nancy hasn’t even started walking with her father yet.

“He’s such a mess,” Eddie whispers to you, making you laugh.

“Careful,” you warn jokingly, “you might be the same way at your wedding.” Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him in Steve’s spot; only instead of Nancy, you’re the bride.

You and Eddie part once you make your way to the front of the chapel; he takes his place next to Mike and you take yours alongside Holly. Everyone stands when Nancy enters, and you find yourself nearly as emotional as Steve. Her eyes are glued to her groom, and she can’t seem to stop smiling. 

Your gaze briefly shifts to the groomsmen, and you’re taken aback when you realize Eddie’s looking back at you. He notices the tears brimming in your eyes and quickly pokes his tongue between his lips to make you laugh. You mirror his action and he grins, looking down at the ground before he gets caught causing mischief. 

The ceremony is simple and sweet, with Nancy and Steve reading handwritten vows. After promising to love and cherish one another forever, the minister pronounces them husband and wife, and all the guests burst into applause. 

Steve places a deep, passionate kiss on his new wife’s lips, and the recessional starts. You hook your arm around Eddie’s once more and head to the cocktail hour. 

Nancy grabs you as soon as you enter the sunlit room. “Can you help me with my bustle?” she asks sheepishly. “This dress feels like it weighs a hundred pounds!”

You nod emphatically, ignoring your growling stomach. You really worked up an appetite being a bridesmaid. “Of course, Mrs. Harrington,” you say with a smile. 

You’re kneeling on the ground of the bridal suite, determined to hook the loop around the buttons dotting the back of Nancy’s dress, when you hear a knock on the door.

“Special delivery!” Eddie’s voice alone makes you blush. Nancy, always astute, catches your pink cheeks in the mirror and makes kissy faces. You swat at her playfully.

“Come in, we’re decent!” you call back, and he enters with a plate of hors d'oeuvres. 

He extends the plate out between the two of you. “Figured you ladies might be hungry,” he says. Nancy grabs a mini quiche, but you don’t want to get grease on your hands while touching her pristine white dress.

“You can just leave the plate there,” you tell him politely, jutting your head toward a nearby table. “I’ll have some when I’m done with this.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Max told me you’ve barely eaten anything all day, and I’m not waiting for you to faint. Really cuts into our dancing time if you’re unconscious, y’know?” He pinches a mushroom cap between two fingers and motions to your mouth. “How’s it?”

“Delicious,” you report. “Hit me with another.”

He laughs and obliges. This time, his fingers gently graze your lips, and you have to stop yourself from visibly shivering. 

“Thank you,” you say softly, retreating into yourself after the accidentally intimate moment. 

“Not a problem,” Eddie replies, unfazed by the ordeal. “Anything else I can help with?”

“I think we’re good here!” You finish fastening the bustle triumphantly, and Nancy breathes a sigh of relief now that she no longer has to drag the long train.

Eddie nods and steals a bacon-wrapped scallop from the plate. “I’ll see you two out there, then,” he says, but he’s only looking at you.

With Eddie safely on the other side of the door, Nancy looks at you with her arms folded across her bodice. “Now do you believe us when we say he’s in love with you?”

You bark out a laugh. “Because he brought a plate of food? It was for you, too. Is he also harboring a secret crush on you?”

“He didn’t feed it to me,” she shrugs, giving a knowing smirk. “And he didn’t mention dancing with me, either. Only you. And the way he looks at you? Come on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s just get you to your husband.” You can’t let yourself develop stronger feelings towards Eddie. You’ve been through this before–everyone convinces you that a guy likes you, you let yourself get attached, and then your heart gets broken when he inevitably starts dating someone else or says he only sees you as a friend. No, that can’t happen again.

The band plays song after song as you and your friends dance the night away. Robin, four shots of tequila deep, starts a conga line to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody.” Between the endless barrage of photo taking and the sheer happiness radiating through you, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Eddie’s among the group of you on the dance floor, laughing and moving along to the beat. This is probably what he meant by ‘our dancing time,’ you think; to your dismay, you’re disappointed by this realization. You could, in theory, ask him to dance to a slow song–it is 1992, after all–but you can’t stomach the idea of him rejecting you. Or worse–taking pity on you.

“Having fun?” Max shouts over the music, and you give her a thumbs-up. “How about you?” she asks Eddie, who’s sulking now that the band is playing some overdone Madonna song.

“Would be better if we could get these guys to do some Metallica or Black Sabbath,” he jokes, although you suspect there’s some truth to his statement.

Max rolls her eyes and says, “Don’t worry; you can have a metal band play when you and Y/N get married.” Your eyes widen at her brazenness, and you try your best to be inconspicuous as you shuffle back to your seat.

“Y/N!” Max calls after you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her cheeks are flushed, though it may be from the drinking and dancing.

“‘S not just that,” you mumble, slumping into your seat. “Sure, it’s embarrassing; but it’s also…I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Get your hopes up?”

“Yeah, get my hopes up that…that he feels the same way about me.” You feel your voice warble, and you take a deep breath to quell your emotions.

“Are you kidding?” Max asks incredulously. “Eddie is pathetically obsessed with you; it’s so obvious.”

“Then why hasn’t he asked me out? We’ve known each other for two years, Max. Two years. And he can make me feel like the most special person in the world, but he never makes a move.”

Max is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, chewing on a painted fingernail. “You didn’t know Eddie back in high school,” she starts, “but he’s basically spent his entire life being rejected, especially by girls.” She sits down next to you and rests her palm on your knee. “He asked this one girl to prom–a cheerleader–because he thought she was into him. And maybe she was, I don’t know. But her ex-boyfriend ‘won her back’ the day before they were supposed to go together, and she left Eddie in the dust.”

“That’s…that’s terrible,” you manage, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. “I had no idea…”

“He’s told us a hundred times that he wants to ask you out. He has all these plans: dinner and a movie, or a concert; one time, he even thought of taking you to a cooking class because you mentioned how you went to one in college and really liked it.” She snorts at the idea of Eddie using a stove without burning the place to the ground. “But every time, he second guesses himself and chickens out. And every time, we give him shit for it.”

“So what do I do?” You gnaw at your bottom lip anxiously, looking at her through your lashes. 

Max pauses, considering her options. “Wait here,” she says finally, bolting from the table and making a beeline to Lucas and Dustin. She whispers something to them, and they nod in unison. You watch as Dustin sprints outside, where Eddie is smoking a cigarette. Lucas talks to the band, who is in between songs. They’re nodding their heads and discussing something, and Lucas looks satisfied when he hops down from the stage.

Your pout softens when you hear the opening notes of “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. You glance over at Eddie, who is making his way towards you with a shy smile on his face. When he gets to your seat, he extends his hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks. You can see in his eyes that he’s nervous, maybe even more so than you.

“Of course you can,” you reply, taking his hand and joining him on the dance floor. You drape your left hand over his shoulder and his places his on your waist as the two of you sway to the music.

“It’s come to my attention that I’m an idiot,” he hums in your ear. “And that there’s someone really, really important to me that I’ve been hurting, and I didn’t even know it.”

You shake your head, hair tickling his face. “‘S not your fault,” you tell him. “I could’ve said something, too.”

“That is very true,” he teases, twirling you gently. “Maybe we can be idiots together?”

“I’d think we’d better, considering everyone’s already started planning our wedding,” you joke back. “Although I’d prefer to start with a date.”

Eddie holds you closer, pressing a light kiss to your nose. “I think that can be arranged.”

The two of you dance in comfortable silence, just holding one another. You rest your head on his chest, breathing in the scent of musky cologne and cigarettes. You feel so safe, so loved, with his strong hand holding the small of your back. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur.

“Mhm?”

You shift your body slightly so you can look at him. His dark brown eyes are focused on you and you alone. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, and his jaw twitches slightly with nerves.

With all of the courage you can muster, you lean in and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you impossibly closer, resting a hand on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“Can’t believe I waited this long to do that,” he muses. “I really am an idiot.”

“I don’t know what’s more unbelievable: Eddie Munson kissing me, or Eddie Munson in a tux.” You laugh and kiss him again.

“Well, you’d better get used to the first one,” he says with a smirk. “But the second one isn’t happening again until our wedding.”

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Heyooo friend! Are you well? I hope so! So, my request might be slightly unusual, so please feel free to decline😅. Can I please request a fic with Lee! Douma x Ler! Reader (gender up to you, but preferably male) who loves flustering Douma by tickling him but who is not ticklish in the slightest?❄🌈. I'm usually not one for reader-inserts, but after your fantastic Koku x reader for tickletober, I gor hooked🤣

Hey friend! As of writing this, I'm doing pretty good! I hope you're doing alright :3 Oh my, this is so CUTE! I love some good ol' Lee!Douma to start the return from my hiatus, so I've gotcha covered!

As is all my Reader inserts- the reader is gender neutral for inclusivity!

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“Why hello there, (Y/N).” Douma looked over his shoulder at you, smiling as you draped yourself across his back. “Missed me already?”

“Hmm.” You hummed against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You’ve been going non-stop for what seemed like years, tearing up every corner of Japan in search of the Blue Spider Lily. The results have been…lacking.

The fact you were able to walk away from Lord Muzan with your head still on your shoulders was a miracle. All you wanted to do was melt into your boyfriend and drown in the sound of his laughter.

One wasn’t physically possible, but the other…

“Hm? Did you fall asleep back there?” Douma asked when you didn’t make a sound, leaning more into him. “Funny (Y/N), you know we don’t need sle-ehehe!”

“Shhh, I’m resting my eyes.” You mumbled, unable to fight off a smile as you began to curl your fingers against his sides. “Don’t move so much.”

“Aheahha-aheahhahaha! (Y-(Y/N)! Gehahahhaa, wahhahait, wahhahit hohohohld ohoohohn! Gehahahhahaahaha!” Douma twitched as he leaned forward, already giggling. “Noohohoho fahahir- yoohohohu can’t juuuhhust go and dohohoho thhahahaht!”

“Hush- didn’t I already tell you I’m resting?” You wrapped your arms further around him, tapping your fingers against hard muscles as Douma folded in half, laughing the entire way. “You’re so noisy, Dou. Really, really noisy!”

“Yohoohohou’re the ohoohohne tihihiihckling me- ehehehahahahahhaha!” Squeaking, Douma completely collapsed against the tatami mats lining his space, unable to fight off the peals of mirth building up in his chest. “(Y/N), nohohohohoht thehehehehhehere!”

“Not where?” You mumbled with a giggle of your own, nuzzling the spot between his shoulder blades. It was terribly ticklish- the spot that never failed to get your boyfriend on the edge. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I don’t know what “where” is.” Your hands moved to the lowest parts of his waist, squeezing rapidly and making him thrash. “Stay still- I’m getting comfortable.”

“Yohohohou and I bohohohoth knohohow thahahaht’s impohohohossible! Agheahhahhahaha!” In a moment of revenge, Douma shot his hand back and grabbed your knee, squeezing. The result…

“Nohohohoho fahhhahahahair!” He cried when you didn’t react- choosing to intensify your tickling instead. “Yhoohohoohu’re nohohohoht tihihiihihcklish at ahahahhahall!”

“What? Of course I am. I’m very ticklish!” You leaned up so your chin rested on his shoulder, speaking into his neck. “I’m super ticklish right here…especially when you do this~”

“(Y/N)!” Douma all but howled when you began nibbling on his neck and ears, making him scrunch up the best he could. It meant nothing- you had him right where you wanted him. “AHEHAHAHHA COOHOHOHME OHOHOHOHON! THIHIHIHS IS UUHUHUHUHNJUUHUHUST! UHUUHUHNFAHHAHAIR! UUHUHUHNCAHHAHALLED FOHOHOHOR!”

“Yes yes, how terrible it must be for Lord Douma- tickled to near death by a lower ranked demon.” You cooed at him, shooting your hands up and digging into his pits- making him fall silent in mirth. “You know- maybe I’ll challenge you for the spot; all I need to do is tickle you to win- I could be Upper Rank 2!” Then you cringed, suddenly disgruntled. “Ew- nevermind; that’s way too much work.”

“YOHOHOHU’D BEEHEHEH GOOHOHOHOD AT IHIHIHI!” Douma cried when he got his voice back, reaching out and catching your hands. “Oohohokay, hoohohkay, that’s enohohohugh.” His voice slowly grew more soft as the remaining giggles passed, leaving him curled up on his side. It was times like this you imagined what he’d look like human- cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he struggled to take in air.

You reached out, pushing his bangs free from his face and running a thumb beneath the misty tears forming on his cheeks. “Did I go too far?” You asked.

Douma only laughed, pulling you into his arms and twisting so he was on top. Adjusting his weight so not to crush you, he cushioned his head against your shoulder with a soft hum. “Never. I’d gladly let you tickle me to the end of time if it means I get to see you so happy.”

Demons didn’t blush, but you felt the phantom feeling of heat on your cheeks at his remark. Smiling, you ran a hand through his long hair, playing with the ends as he got comfy. “You’re right about earlier. I did miss you while I was gone. I missed you alot.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” Douma giggled- squeezing you close to him. “I missed you too. I’ll try to ask Lord Muzan for more time with you.”

“That’s gonna go well.”

“I’m his favorite- he’ll listen to me.” Douma stuck his tongue out, grinning when you mock bit at it. “But you’re my favorite snow angel. You always will be.”

“Promise?” You asked, holding out your pinky. Douma didn’t hesitate, wrapping his icy one around yours.

“Promise.”

Thanks for reading!

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Lonely Nights 3/4

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~27 and Jake is ~23. Hangster PWP. AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT still exists. This 100% fits in with the much longer Nepo!Baby-Bradley fic I am currently writing (the angsty one).

Part 3 is just PWP. 3700 words long.

PART ONE PART TWO

                He’s pretty sure he’s never before been this fucked out. Every muscle in his body feels like it’s carrying extra weight, like he’s pulling-Gs while laying in bed. Never felt like this because of sex, which he guesses says a lot about some of the sex he’s had previously. Jake has shifted, is almost dozing on his chest and it feels so softly sweet and he enjoys it, knowing it’ll be gone soon enough. His fingers are playing with Bradley’s hair, wrapping a curl around a finger and then releasing it, tugging it gently and then going back to wrapping it around a finger.

                “I need a haircut before I report back.”

                There’s something easy about talking to someone who knows what his life is like. Of course he’s had hook-ups with guys in the service before, regular hook-ups, when he’s been at sea for months on end and there’s a mutual arrangement with one person. But it’s never been soft despite that. Hurried and hard, a race to the finish line and to clean up and get back to where their absence won’t be missed or commented on. Everything with Jake feels luxurious, the amount of time they have, the bed, the space to move around in. Not a fucking rack where you can’t even sit up.

                “You mean I won’t be seeing these beautiful curls again?”

                “Nope. And I’ll shave.”

                “Oh.”

                Bradley can’t even begin to parse that tone of voice; Jake sounds surprised or maybe disappointed and part of him needs to know which it is. He’d almost shaved it off before he went out, not sure if it would be a help or hindrance.

                “What?”

                “Well, you wear that moustache very well.”

                “Yeah, you like it huh?”

                “Maybe.”

                Bradley grins, that’s definitely a yes.

                “I grew it on a dare, wasn’t planning on keeping it past my leave.”

                “Well, as I said, it suits you. Not many men can wear a moustache and have it make them sexier, but you’re definitely one of them.”

                Bradley grins again, his cheeks are getting sore from smiling so much. He feels something warm and squiggly in his chest at Jake’s comment and squeezes Jake to him, presses a kiss to the top of his head. He wants this suddenly, this sweet domesticity, resting together, the easy humor between lovers, none of which he’s ever experienced before. He doesn’t want to let it go, part of him furious that he’s going to have to anyway.

                “So… Round three. You wanna fuck me?”

                “Guh.”

                “It’s okay if it’s not your thing, just feeling very generous right now.”

                “I… yes. Please.”

                “Don’t need to be nice to me baby, I already offered.”

                “I’m not being nice, I just… I’ve never… before.”

                “Really?” He’s surprised, because while Jake clearly likes sex, and bottoming, most guys have tried both while they figure things out. Part of him wants to tease Jake about needing to be able to say it before he can do it, but he remembers all the times when he couldn’t talk. Where a subject change was his best friend. At least he’d tried to cram in as much as possible before he went to USNA. He’s an equal opportunist, which has served him well the last ten years.

                “I grew up in the rural south, there weren’t exactly a lot of opportunities to get my dick wet.”

                “Hey, hey baby… no need to get defensive. I’m just surprised. You’re gorgeous all over and clearly some people are idiots.” And bigots. And there are stupid laws and policies which they have governing their actions now which he’s just going to ignore. Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t harass, don’t pursue.

                “The opportunity never came up. I’ve… taken what was on offer.”

                “Well, consider it offered.”

                “You’re staying right, I don’t have any energy right now…”

                “Baby, I’m glad I gave you the impression that I could go again right now, but yeah, round three. Later. After some sleep maybe?”

                “Mmm. Sleep. How many nights were you planning on staying here?” Jake asks, and Bradley hears other questions. Already said he was staying for three nights. Wonders if he can maybe have this, as hidden as it would need to be.

                “I booked in for three nights. I’m reporting in at o-eight-hundred on Monday.”

                “Oh.”

                “What?”

                “I’m… the same. Except ten hundred.”

                “Right. Pensocola?”

                “Yeah.”

                Bradley kisses the top of his head again, because he suspects now that Jake is probably a rank below him and that is a careful line he also needs to toe.

                Fuck it all to hell and back.

…             …             …

                He wakes up, instantly alert, heart pounding, there’s a body in bed beside him. He turns his head and immediately feels the tension drain out of him. Jake. He’s never woken up in bed with a guy before, and he guesses he’s getting a whole lot of firsts this weekend and he guesses he’s going to give Jake a couple of firsts as well. On that note he stretches, his body a little stiff from the unaccustomed activities last night. He shifts, moving away from Jake and grins at the disgruntled snuffle Jake makes.

                He brushes his teeth the best he can with the corner of a washcloth and some hotel toothpaste, and it alleviates the worst of the fuzz. He runs the shower and uses the john while it warms up. He washes himself thoroughly and then again, paying particular attention to his ass. It’s been years since he’s been fucked, but he knows how to stretch himself and he’d like to give Jake some of the same treatment he’d given Bradley. He’d also like to have recovered a little before he has to sit in a car and drive three hours.

                “You’re taking forever in here, are you jerking off? You know I’d do that for you right?

                Bradley laughs, sticks his head out the shower door to grin at him. Jake is standing there looking rumpled and a little grumpy and a lot gorgeous. Bradley doesn’t think he’d ever tire of looking at him. Also the man has no shame, standing there naked taking a leak and he wonders if it’s a guy thing, a Navy thing or a Jake thing or some combination of all three. He goes back under the spray and wonders if the stall is big enough to actually fit both of them. Unlikely.

                “I’m not jerking off, but it is definitely adjacent to jerking off…”

                “Really now? What are you doing in there… oh.”

                Bingo. There’s Jake’s lightbulb moment and Bradley tries to see his face through the glass panel, but the water and steam make it undiscernible. Shame. He rinses off and quickly sluices the water off his body best he can before stepping out, grabbing a towel to dry himself. Jake is brushing his teeth, watching him in the mirror and Bradley quirks an eyebrow, a thought crossing his mind. He hangs the towel up carefully, taking his time before moving to stand directly behind Jake, pressing himself against his back. He glances down and there is definitely a bite mark on his shoulder. He kisses the side of his neck, nips the back of his ear, then moves around to the other side, trailing little kisses across the back of his neck. He maintains eye contact the whole time, watches Jake watch him in the mirror while doing a shit job at brushing his teeth.

                “So… How do you want me? Want me to sit on your cock and ride you? Or you wanna fold me in half and rail me, see if you can come twice while you fuck me?” Bradley asks, his voice low in Jake’s ear and he can’t help laughing when Jake makes a choking sound and spits into the sink.

                “You’re kind of an asshole huh?”

                “Little bit. Think you like it.”

                “Hmm. Maybe.”

                Bradley grins into Jake’s neck, because that’s another yes right there.

                “You ever been rimmed?” It’s Bradley’s turn to choke and he swallows roughly, shakes his head, unable to form words. “Hmm. I’m also not a person to offer something I don’t want to follow through with.”

                Bradley doesn’t need to ask if he’s sure, pretty sure he’d get a pissy reply if he did. Jake’s obviously grabbing the opportunity Bradley’s offering him with both hands and he’s not going to deny him something he wants to try. Something Bradley himself has also never done to anyone and he’s sure as fuck curious.

                “Come on, I need some space. I’m gonna shave so I don’t give you beard burn.” The look Jake gives him is teasing, eyebrows quirking up and he has very expressive eyes, playful and Bradley hooks his chin over his shoulder, slouches a little to press his chest against his bare back. “You ain’t making this easy for me darlin’.”

                “Don’t want to be easy…” Bradley replies, and he grinds his semi-hard cock against Jake’s ass.

                “I don’t think there’s anything easy about you, now come on, let me shave.”

                Just to be contrary Bradley runs his hands over Jake’s side, fingers feather-light and Jake squirms away, turning to give him a glare. Bradley steals a kiss then, anticipation starting to build in his gut and yeah, he’s done with doing anything to slow down proceedings.

                “Don’t keep me waiting too long… might start without you.”

                He gives Jake a challenging look in the mirror, and they don’t know each other well enough for Jake to know if he’s joking or not. He goes back into the room, puts the lube and condoms within easy reach, tries to ignore the worst bits of the sheet and goes back into the bathroom to grab a towel. Jake’s eyes follow him and he’s about halfway done

                “You have a really nice ass…”

                “Always like an appreciative audience… Anything else you like? ”

                “Plenty.”

                Bradley is surprised at his own response, can see his face flush in the mirror and has to look away, leaves Jake to finish shaving. He lies down on the bed and takes the opportunity to check his phone and flick out a few quick messages. Checks the movie times for something he wants to maybe do later. Depends on whether he gets a better offer, and he feels like he might; but it’s still good to have something planned so he doesn’t look… boring? Desperate? Lonely? Horny? He doesn’t even know himself. He looks up from his phone then to see Jake watching him and he reaches over and puts his phone on the side table, his eyes tracking Jake as he moves closer.

                Jake lies beside him and starts kissing him, gentle but with intent. They don’t talk, not properly, just quiet hums of appreciation and it’s communication enough that they’re both enjoying what they’re doing. Bradley lets his hands roam, enjoys the feel of Jake’s hand on his own body. They have no time restriction and knowing that allows him to savor it more, enjoy the novelty of making out and exploring another body, rather than trying to race toward the end goal. They make out, time passes and doesn’t. His body is getting slicker with sweat as they continue to move against each other, their whispered non-conversation encouraging. Yeah, good, oh, fuck, mmm.

                “Roll over…” Jake murmurs, hands soft as he guides him. Bradley goes, pull his knees under him and despite it all he feels himself tense up. “Uh… relax I guess?”

                “Easy for you to say,” Bradley mutters, feeling all sorts of exposed. Vulnerable he realizes and maybe that’s another reason why he’s likely never done this before. Jake’s shifting then, blanketing him, letting his full weight rest and it forces him onto his stomach, having to awkwardly push his legs back out from where they were trapped beneath him for a brief moment. Then Jake is kissing at the nape of his neck, across his shoulders, his hands running up and down the length of his arms, hips grinding only ever so slightly against his ass. Oh.

                He does force himself to relax then, lets himself just lay there as Jake effectively worships him, placing kisses all over his back, hands and fingers running over the same skin, alternating between soft-gentle-whispers and harder strokes, like he’s trying to massage the tension from Bradley’s shoulders. It works. Jake isn’t in any rush either, and Bradley can feel his cock is hard, bumping against the back of his thighs as Jake moves. Bradley’s own cock is making a valiant effort at getting hard, as squashed as it is between the bed and his body.

                “You all good?” Jake asks then, voice low in his ear and cock now nestling in the crease of his ass and Bradley wonders if he’s forgotten or maybe changed his mind.

                “Yeah, all good baby…”

                “Mmm…”

                Then the heat of Jake’s body is gone and he turns his head, looks over his shoulder to suddenly realize he doesn’t need to, Jake is moving his legs, spreading them so he can kneel between them. He gets one of the pillows and gives Bradley’s hips a double-tap and he lifts up, let’s Jake position him. Then Jake’s hands are on each of his ass cheeks and pulling them apart and now, now, it’s more arousing than embarrassing. He groans, hides his head in his arms and tries not to grind into the pillow too shamelessly.

                Then there’s a swipe of tongue

                Oh.

                Oh fuck.

                He sucks air into his lungs and it’s tiny breathy inhales, like he’s in pain and trying not to cry, except it’s not like that at all. It’s the pleasure end of the bell curve but it’s almost coming all the way back around, too feathery light maybe and he grunts, wonders if it’s bad etiquette to shove his ass back in Jake’s face. Then he feels pressure on his knees, a silent request and he shifts again, pulls his knees back up beneath him and it’s only seconds and Jake’s hands are back, his tongue swiping up Bradley’s ass and he mutters Jake’s name into his arm along with a few curse words. There’s no method or technique, Jake just trying pretty much everything and repeating anything that makes Bradley gasp or twitch. Broad swipes of tongue, sharp pointing little stabs, swirling spiral of movements to and away that drive him to distraction. He’s hard now, the need to come building and he wonders if he could come from this. Hopefully one day he’ll get to find out. Jake pulls away and he chances a look over his shoulder, releases a shuddering breath. Jake’s lips are swollen, chin shiny with spit and he looks very fucking pleased with himself. Two of his fingers are just massaging over Bradley’s hole and he reaches for the lube, passes it back to him.

                “I wanna try them all if that’s okay?” Jake asks, and his accent gets thicker the more he’s aroused and a part of Bradley likes learning these little tells, even if he’s never going to be able to use them again after this weekend.

                “Positions?” Bradley clarifies, pushing against the breech of a single digit, well lubed.

                “Yeah…”

                “How about we start with three and then… reevaluate?”

                “Which three?”

                “Well, you coming twice… that a normal thing for you?”

                “Uh, yeah. Most of the time. I can stop at one, it’s fine…”

                “Bet the second one is always better though.”

                “Maybe.”

                “I wanna see if you can come twice. That okay?”

                Jake snorts, mutters of course under his breath and slides a second finger into his ass. Bradley grinds back, hides his amusement at the fact that this guy has trouble saying yes to things. He’s got a couple of things he wants to try, nothing rough or bad, but he’s curious. And he’s sufficiently distracted Jake from asking about which three positions they’re going to try. He loses himself in the sensation of being ever so carefully stretched, Jake’s far more gentle than Bradley is with himself, and it’s all sorts of sweet. He lets Jake work a third finger and more lube into him for a few minutes before he moves deliberately away and stands.

                “Lie back baby, I wanna see your face…” Bradley says, and he means it, wants to watch Jake’s face as he pushes his cock into Bradley. The thought of it makes his skin prickle. He gives himself a quick shake and stretch and then moves back to the bed, appreciates the view of Jake lying there, watching him with a hand on his cock, holding it almost too tight. Bradley reaches for a condom and makes quick work of sliding it on and lubing Jake up before he straddles Jake’s hips.

                “Okay?”

                “You’re askin’ me darlin’?”

                “Sure am… come on now baby.”

                He bears down, clenches his jaw at the stretch and waits the discomfit out. It eases away and he takes in a couple of deep breaths. He watches Jake’s face, the clench of his jaw, the fact that he doesn’t appear to even be breathing as Bradley slowly sinks down. Then his mouth falls open and he’s sucking in a deep breath and Bradley feels a wash of smugness envelop him.

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah baby… just… getting used to it again.”

                He rolls his hips slowly, closes his eyes and sucks in a deep long breath. He can feel Jake’s fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs and it’s grounding in a way he didn’t know he needed. He opens his eyes again and smiles slowly, feels fucking decadent as he continues to roll his hips, savoring the sensation and he feels Jake shift, trying to get some leverage that Bradley has denied him by effectively pinning his hips with his own, Jake’s cock now trapped inside his body. He laces his fingers with Jake’s and then moves them so they’re effectively pinned beside Jake’s head, just above his shoulders, Bradley’s hands holding him in place.

                “This okay?”

                “Yes,” Jake gasps out, and his hips jerk up against Bradley’s ass and he pushes back before actually pulling away, finally giving Jake some space to move his own body, which he takes advantage of immediately by pushing his cock back into Bradley’s body.

                “Yeah. I want you to fuck me now okay baby?”

                It takes a couple of false starts but they get a rhythm going and then it’s hot sweat-slick skin, pulling apart to immediately come back together, breathy groans and praise about how good it feels, none of it making anymore sense than good, yes, more, fuck, right there, come on baby… Bradley doesn’t come as easily when getting fucked, but he still enjoys it. Definitely enjoys the blissed out look on Jake’s face as his entire body undulates beneath him. Still fucking gorgeous.

                “You think you can come like this?” Bradley asks, pushing down a little firmer on his wrists, his teeth tugging on an earlobe, ass clenching.

                “Yes. Please… yes.”

                “Never said you had to hold back baby, you come when you’re good and ready…”

                He guesses he should have expected the immediate sudden increase of movement, Jake fucking into him with the sole aim of coming and he holds himself still through it, thighs beginning to burn, Jake’s wrists under his palms, nails digging little crescents into his skin. His breath is coming faster, cock definitely hard and working toward coming, but not yet at the place Jake is at and Bradley really has his hopes pinned on him being able to get it up again pretty soon.

                “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.”

                “Mmm… there you go.”

                Bradley lets him catch his breath, he already knows Jake was pretty useless after two orgasms yesterday. He takes off the condom, does a perfunctory wipe with the towel. Notes rather pleasantly that Jake is still rock hard, like he hasn’t just come. He also doesn’t shy away from Bradley’s hand on him at all, no complaints of over stimulation. He keeps his hand busy, stretches out his legs and ruts his cock against Jake’s thigh while he maintains the handjob on Jake’s cock.

                “Oh my god… that was… yeah.”

                “Glad it has your seal of approval baby. And I don’t mean to point out the obvious, but you can’t leave me hanging like this baby… I know you’re feeling all fucked out, but just think about pushing through,” he jokes, referring the god-awful drills they make everyone do at the USNA.

                Jake’s shifting then, moving to push Bradley onto his back, grabbing another condom, more lube and Bradley lets out a disbelieving laugh. He can’t seriously just switch back on like that, that’s inhuman. But he is. Jake is sliding his cock back into him and not quite folding him in half, but he’s got Bradley’s calves on his shoulders and the angle is fucking fantastic and just what Bradley needs. His hands are on Bradley’s hips, holding him firm as he fucks into him.

                “Would never leave you hangin’ darlin’, come on…”

                Bradley can’t help his arching body, it’s subconscious desire to get closer to the driving pressure that Jake’s cock is providing and he reaches for his cock, wraps a hand around it roughly. Fuck. He’d thought that he was in control here, but apparently not; Jake has flipped the tables, his apparent need to make Bradley come, and come while he’s getting fucked by Jake, his sudden and most intense desire. Bradley is more than okay with this.

                “So good… fuck baby…”

                “Bradley…Bradley… oh fuck…”

                His name sounds broken, a desperate gasp in Jake’s mouth and he comes to the sound of his own name being cried out, his come splattering over his stomach. He ignores it, Jake is almost sobbing and he feels certain he’s close again.

                “Come on baby… still round three.”

                That gets him a hiccupy laugh and slap to his thigh, but Jake is shuddering, his entire body going tense before it’s then deflating like the strings holding him up have been cut. Bradley’s legs fall from his shoulder, achy from being so pleasantly abused. Jake falls/lays on his chest but immediately pulls back, expression on his face making Bradley laugh.

                “Gross.”

                “Yeah. I definitely need another shower.”

                “Sounds good… you can go first.”

                “So generous of you. Don’t front, I know you just want a nap…”

                “Mmm…”

                “Have that nap. I’ll go shower. Again.”

PART FOUR

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick #rooster x hangman #Top Gun Maverick fanfic

[abigettie]

Chapter 5: Three Strikes And Your Out

warnings!swearing, death! grief, kissing? Funeral, small spicy bit, plane crash, hospitals. That’s it please tell me if I’m missing something!

AN: does anybody know how to link stuff so it doesn’t take you to the website and stays on the app? I’ve been having trouble with that I’m just wondering if there’s anything I can do to change it, I’m so sorry this is so short I’ve just been so busy lately and it’s currently 1:45 am no joke that’s the actual time the next chapter will be out next week maybe the week after but I do have a Rhett Abbott fic in my drafts if anyone wants to read that anyway I should probably go to bed, another thing I do take requests!! Just let me know what you want to read it might take me a while to write it but I’ll eventually do it! Oh and I’m totally rushing things between the two of them but it’s fine bc you only have so much time when your a naval aviator!

BxB 4eva

——————————————————————————Bonnie sat on the side of her bed staring at the long sleeved black dress she had chosen months ago for this occasion, the day didn’t feel real to her even though she had been preparing herself for two years but she never thought it would happen so fast she stood up and made her way to the bathroom she through some water in her face to wake up she felt hands on her hips she looked in the mirror to see Bradley “G’mornin honey” he said against her neck as placed a kiss against it making it shiver “I’m going to take a shower okay?” Bonnie nodded as she watched him turn on the water testing the temperature with his fingers she turned back to look in the mirror as Bradley undressed not caring if Bonnie saw, Bonnie pulled back the shower curtain revealing a very shocked Bradley she stepped in and closed the curtain behind her “what are you doing!?” He asked as he brought his hands to his eyes so he wouldn’t seem rude “showering” Bonnie grabbed Bradley’s wrists and brought them to her hips his eyes still squeezed shut “open your eyes Bradley” she said pressing her body against his felling his semi hard cock pressed to her stomach “you don’t know what your getting yourself into”. The pair sat quietly in the bronco Bonnie fiddled with the hem of her dress looking over at Bradley who tapped his fingers on the steering wheel “Brad?”

“Yes honey?”

“After this mission I think I’m going to turn in my wings” Bradley showed down and pulled the truck over “are you sure you want that honey?” He asked grabbing Bonnie’s hand looking into her eyes she nodded silently “I saw what the navy did to my father, I don’t want to be like him, I want to get married and have a family and actually be able to be there for them” she said pressing her lips into a thin line “Bonnie I support your decision, I saw what the navy did to my mother and I don’t want it to do that to you” said Bradley as he pulled back onto the road “how about we get married after this mission then we can have some little Bradshaws running around” Bradley said making Bonnie laugh “Bradley we aren’t ever dating!” She said “we can fix that”

“Bonnie, Isode, Ross I have loved you since we were 14 your the most beautiful, amazing person I’ve ever met, would you make me the happiest man ever and be my girlfriend”

“Let me think, you know Bradley, David, Bradshaw I think I would like that”

“Are you sure we’re not going to quickly?” Bradley asked “we’re in the navy we’re a loud to move quickly”. There was a few cars in the parking lot when they arrived a few meaning Iceman’s Jeep and Mavericks speed bike Bonnie could tell Bradley was uncomfortable “we can stay in the truck until somebody else shows up” she offered looking over at his frown “it’s okay honey” he said talking off his aviators and slipping on his cap “well don’t you look handsome” Bonnie said fixing the collar of his shirt “do you know how many times I’ve done this?”

“A lot”

“A whole fucking lot, this is the same as all the other times so we’re going to go out there stand where we need to stand, shake the hands of the people we need to shake, salute the admiral and try to keep our tears a bay” said Bonnie as she fixed her makeup and looked over at Bradley “you would make an excellent admiral” he said with a stupid smile “what can I say, its in my blood”. Bonnie stood talking to one of her dads old friends Derek? Or was it dan? She couldn’t remember he hadn’t given her his call sign so she had no clue who he was “if it isn’t Bonnie Ross herself” Bonnie turned around “Slider?”

“Hi Bonnie” the words came out of his mouth softly as he hugged her “what are you doing here! I thought you were in Boston?” She asked giving him a hug “ if I missed your dads funeral he would haunt me forever, he actually said that he would he was always a man of his word so I’m not taking any chances” he said laughing Bonnie smiled it was nice to see people she loved no people he loved in one place smiling, laughing, crying, it made her feel warm full even just as he made her feel. Bradley felt out of place, half of the people that would talk to him would always say “you look so much like your father” or “your father was a good man” all he could do was smile and nod he knew his father was a good man his mother told stories about him as if he was her world, he understands why Carol never dated after Nick passed he only sees himself with Bonnie just as his mother had only seen herself with Nick, Bradley makes his way over towards Bonnie who ever she’s talking to has his back towards him as he walks to her “Bradshaw?” He heard someone breathe out Bradley looked at the man who said it as he stood beside Bonnie wrapping his arm around her and letting his hand rest on her hip “slider” Bradley said giving the man a curt nod “Jesus Christ you look like your father” slider said his facial expression looked almost like he was talking to a gost “thank you sir”

“I uh should probably go talk to Iceman and Maverick it’s nice seeing you two” Slider said giving Bonnie a hug and Bradley a firm handshake the pair watched as he walked over to Tom and Pete whispering something to the two making Maverick tense up, the sound of Taps rang through Bonnie’s ears everything was a blur as she watched Iceman and Cyclone fold her fathers flag her eyes full of tears as Iceman handed her the folded flag tears in his eyes as he gave her a salute she watched him closely as he placed her fathers wings on the coffin jumping at the loud thunk it made as he punched it into the hard polished wood the sound of gunfire made her blood run cold making her remember all the times she went hunting in Canada with her dad thinking about the first and only buck she ever shot he was so proud he showed everyone the photo of her and that stupid buck. The funeral ended at 9:30 everyone filed out quickly due to the fact there was still work today Bonnie made her way through the rows of white headstones finding the one she was looking for quickly giving Bradley a small smile as she stood beside him “he’d be proud of you”

“I know, he’d be proud of you too”

“I know”, the change room was silent Phoenix seemed to sense that Bonnie didn’t want to talk about the morning she got changed out of her dress and braided her hair quickly even beating Natasha leaving the room she was the first one in the classroom that day she sat in her normal spot leaving the chair beside her open for Bradley when ever he got there, “first ones up this morning will be swan, Phoenix and Bob get your gear and head out to the tarmac” maverick said as the three made there way out of the room “thank god we didn’t get paired with hangman” bob said making Bonnie smile “who says I can’t be worse then hangman you know swans aren’t as angelic as you think” she joked shoving bobs shoulder before she walked over to her plane. Missing the target pissed Bonnie off she shook her head as she popped up climb up to 8 Gs was fine at first until it wasn’t Bonnie felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness “swan do you copy?” She heard mavericks voice through the coms “I copy, I don’t think I’m going to get any more Gs then this today Mav I felt myself slipping” she said as she maneuvered her plane to meet back up with Phoenix and Bob “blue team that’s a fail,alright let’s get back to the tarmac Rooster Fanboy Payback your next get suited up and be ready when they land- Bird strike” Maverick yelled over the coms “Shit!” Bonnie said as the red light flashed signifying her left engine was on fire “ Left engines on fire and climbing!” She yelled pulling up “throttling back! Shutting of file to left engine, extinguishing fire!”

“Shit! Right engine is out but still spinning I’ll try to restart it”

“Swan it’s on fire don’t-“

“Throttling up!”

Maverick watched as Bonnie’s plane started to go down “extinguishing right engine! Shit Shit Shit!” She yelled and the plane went out of control “punch out punch out swan!” She heard maverick call

“You can’t save it! Eject Eject!”

“Ejecting!” That was the last thing out of her mouth as she pulled the ejection ring the last thing she saw was the canopy not opening correctly a horrifying crunch was heard over the radio “Shit! Swan do you copy! Swan do you copy!”

“We need search and rescue, she hit the canopy but I see a parachute!” Maverick said panicked “everyone back on deck”. Bradley sat in the dark waiting room of the hospital it was empty which didn’t surprise him due to the time he heard footsteps approaching

“She’s stable at least that’s what I overheard” maverick said walking up behind Bradley “that’s good” was all brad said still taken off gard by the whole situation “I’ve never lost a wingman”

“Your lucky,Fly long enough and it will happen there will be others” Pete said as he walked towards the door “easy for you to say, no wife no kids no one to mourn you when you burn in” maverick tensed

“Go home get some sleep” was all he said “why’d you pull our papers at the academy, WHY DID YOU STAND IN OUR WAY!” Bradley shouted

“You weren’t ready”

“Ready for what huh? Ready to fly like you?”

“No, ready to forget the book trust your instincts don’t think just do, you think up there your dead believe me!” Mav snapped

“My dad believed in you, Bonnie believed in you! I’m not going to make the same mistake”.

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #penny benjamin #bradley bradshaw x reader #fanfic #fiction #romance #bonnie #natasha phoenix trace #bob floyd #i need to study #i need to go to bed #i need sleep #how’s your day going?

[lurking-latinist]

Top 10s Meme

I was tagged by @thisbluespirit - thanks for the tag!

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers! 

My top 10 fics by kudos:

1. Book Learning (Susan, Ian/Barbara) *

1. Doubt and Doubles (Five/Tegan) *

1. Ms Smith (Thirteen & Sarah Jane)

2. don’t worry, he’s with me (five ways Donna explained the Doctor to people, and one way he explained her) (Ten & Donna)

3. Anything Once (Inquisitor Darkel/Sabalom Glitz) *

3. Vicarious (Six & Martha)

4. Time Flies Like an Arrow (Witches Fly on a Broomstick) (Discworld - Nanny Ogg, Granny Weatherwax, & Magrat Garlick)

5. to all our nights and days to come (Seven/Romana)

6. Nociception (Seven & Ace)

7. Nitro-Nine (Thirteen & Ace)

8. Somewhere to Belong (One & Susan)

9. The Strands of Fate (Four &/ Romana - the confusing designation is because it’s sex pollen, but it’s subverted, but they still act pretty darn shippy)

10. XOXO (Six/River) **

* These got hit by kudos bots (personally, I blame Glitz) and I am not counting them.

** This might have been hit by a kudos bot? Maybe? I can’t remember. It seems implausible for it to be this high, but some of the ones that I know for sure weren’t hit by bots are also pretty surprising.

Well, yes; this is a pretty surprising list all over for me. I think the top... four... are all on there more because of the popularity of the characters than the quality of the fic. I mean, Ms Smith is definitely fun, but if I’d written the same concept with Peri I’d have gotten about ten kudos and been happy with it. Including the current Doctor is a good recipe for attention, as is including a super-popular companion who had her own spinoff. (*prays earnestly for an Ace spinoff*)

Further reflections on the top 10 below the cut, as well as my personal top 10; it got lengthy.

don’t worry, he’s with me also had the advantage of being for an exchange, which no doubt got it a few more reads than it would otherwise have had. But a lot of its kudos have been post-exchange: Ten & Donna are just very popular. I don’t like to run down things I’ve written for exchanges, because it was always my best at the time, but I was really stuck for this (one of the first exchanges I’d ever done, and before I learned to prune my offers) and felt like I just kind of squeezed something out that was honestly more like meta than fic, so I was really surprised by how many kudos it’s accumulated over time!

Vicarious is genuinely good, and it contains a New Who companion, and the audience for Martha being validated and appreciated is (it would seem) encouragingly broad, but it’s also got Six in it, which normally means I’m writing for the same ten people as always. (Love you all!) It’s been podficced and everything! And it was inspired by a mashup gif, so I think of it as a lovely example of the fannish ecosystem.

Time Flies Like an Arrow... is another early exchange fic--specifically, the exchange in which I learned I shouldn’t offer fic for books with strong authorial voices. Apparently I can do cod-Pratchett when pushed, but it’s difficult for me to enjoy looking back at it because I can see the seams. I’m glad people have enjoyed it, though! It’s got a baby in it. Nice to see I have been able to write babies at times.

to all our nights and days to come is indeed one of my best fics. But it initially made very little splash, understandably, being an angsty under-explained AU for a rarepair that about six people have ever shipped and not all of them at once. Then I mentioned it on a Tumblr post where people had been speculating about Seven in the Time War, and apparently it found its audience! XD

Nociception is very good, I’ll admit. But it’s not really me. It’s just Seven and Ace being themselves. I am but your humble chronicler. XD

Nitro-Nine is pretty much just excited flailing in fic form--it was written back when we were all excited that Thirteen was dropping Seven-era references--little did we know we were actually getting Ace back! It definitely benefited from the “posted like the day after the episode aired” boost. Not something I can normally do without access to actual time travel.

Somewhere to Belong definitely does belong in the top 10, although if I could go back and edit it, I’d file off some of the rough edges that make it obvious that it started as a meta post. I’d keep the metafictional elements, but I’d make them subtler. (I suppose technically I can go back and edit it. But I don’t like to make big changes so long after the fact. It feels weird.) It’s still my default headcanon--the one I use when I have no reason to use a different one--for Susan’s origins. (And I would take off the tag “NOT doctor/oc.” I have no idea why I was so worried about people thinking that.)

The Strands of Fate is very funny and charming, and a good transition out of the early phase in which I used to write almost exclusively gen trope-subversion ficlets. I still do all those things, separately and together, but it was almost the only thing I did for a while there. Also, it contains an undressing scene with my OTP, but not like you’d think, naturally. And (spoilers) it’s all just a leadup to a silly looms joke. And Heimeldat drew fanart of it. :D

XOXO, like I said, was probably a kudos bot but I can’t quite remember so I didn’t cross it off. I have written much better Six/River.

So now for my personal top 10. I couldn’t possibly do these sequentially, so I will just list 10 that I think represent my best and/or most fun work.

Of the popular top 10, I’d keep:

1. Somewhere to Belong

2. to all our nights and days to come

3. The Strands of Fate

and I would add:

4. and will not let me sleep (Six & Peri)

5. and opposition of the stars (Doctor/TARDIS)

6. Stand and Deliver (Six/River)

7. Paraclausithyron (Seven/Romana)

8. Like Sunshine Through Rain (Six/Charley)

9. Bestride the Narrow World (WtOVPIC - mainly Katrina and Lucy)

10. Blazon (Seven/Romana)

But, as everyone knows, the best fic is the one you’re just about to write. (So stay tuned...?)

If you have read this far... why? And thanks. I enjoyed rambling about my own fic.

I will now tag some people: @heimeldat @swinging-stars-from-satellites @strange-destinations @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum @dyonisia96 @ontologicalmoki and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tag meme #fic

[steveharrington]

hey sorry to bother you but i love your fics and i wanted to ask you, how do you stay motivated to write? i'm currently working on a fic myself, and maybe i'm biting off more than i can chew with what i have in mind. one day i write like 2k words in one hour then next day i can't write for shit. this already happened with a fic in another fandom which i left completely abandoned, i don't wanna repeat that. i wanna be consistent with my writing and like, be able to write down the whole plot before it disappears from my adhd riddled mind. do you have any tips?

hi it’s no bother at all!! honestly i’m not very consistent at all (have not updated tommy fic in over a month 😔) so i may not be the best person to ask but i will say that my philosophy is to try to take advantage of those bursts of motivation the best i can, and try not to force it when it won’t come. so like if one day im feeling really motivated to write, i’ll try to really focus on it and squeeze out as many words as i can. and if the next day im not really feeling it, that’s okay too! like sometimes there are little things i do to try and get myself motivated like reading old comments or rereading parts that i’ve already written or talking about the plot with someone, but also some days you just don’t wanna write and that’s okay! i think with fic you just gotta remember that it’s supposed to be enjoyable and if it becomes more stressful than fun, it’s okay to prioritize having fun over updating. also something i do so i don’t forget my plot is just write out some quick bullet points with the main beats i wanna hit that i can refer back to later!

#i hope this helps !!!! #answered #anon

[a-very-fond-farewell]

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#keeping it real for a bit #tw for negativity and general thoughts on anxiety and grief #stay away if these things bother you #look after yourself #here I go.... #so. my anxiety has gotten worse and I cannot breathe #I can take only tiny puffs of air in quick succession and that’s it #my family is dealing with another emergency and it’s very possible that we’ll be mourning very soon #it would be the third time this year #my parents are basically freaking out and dealing with my issues not in the healthiest way #telling me I have to ‘get out of this slump’ bc life is harsh and I need to get used to it #bc they cannot handle 2 crisis at the same time. and I’m obviously young and healthy so I should just get on with the program #(they are telling me this in a positive tone... but their wording choice could be improved) #it’s not just this emergency that’s bothering me. I’ve been in a bad place since last year and my body cannot hold up anymore apparently #my parents are confused bc I was faking being fine so well they hadn’t even caught a whiff of my situation #I feel guilty bc our relative’s deteriorating health is clearly more important and I feel like I’m a burden #moreover. I’ll soon have to take sleeping meds again bc I cannot sleep #(I have a bad history with sleeping meds and their side effects so it’s also a bit triggering for me. but I’m fine) #the only free time I had for my hobbies was during nighttime... so I won’t have that anymore #I’ll write my fics when I will be able to. maybe I can squeeze some free time in between uni work... but I’m not sure #sorry for the negativity in the tags #this is not a call for help #nor me asking for suggestions #cake care of yourself in the meantime #sneaky niki

[sluttywonwoo]

something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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[ladymarycrawley]

It all started with a charity dinner - Mason Mount

So here’s a lil fic featuring a bit of Ben and John too, when I started writing it I didn’t mean to make it smut but here we go. Hope you like it  🥰 (I’m the worst when it comes to choosing fic titles  🙈)

Warning: smut

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"Mase what if they don't like me? I mean, I'm not even from England, what if I don't understand when they speak? They'll surely think I'm an idiot"

Mason rolls his eyes and scrunches up his nose. "They'll love you, I'm sure"

"But you know I'm get so shy with new people, they'll think your new girlfriend has some mental problems"

"Y/N calm down" He takes your hands between his.

You sigh, trying to fight the heaviness in your chest caused by anxiety.

“They’re gonna love you, you’re a wonderful person and nothing can change that. Maybe they’ll find you funny but that doesn’t mean they’re laughing at you”

A weak smile appears on your face as you try to process your boyfriend’s words. “I bet they’ll love your accent as much as I do”

Mason decided it was time for you to go official at England National Team’s charity dinner, even though you were afraid of meeting his teammates you were also looking forward to that moment.

You are wearing a long blue slip dress, a colour that both suits you very well and fits the cause, with low-heeled sandals, all in all it was a very 90s look.

Mason looks very sharp too, a suit and tie look that complimented his perfect body amazingly.

“Are you ready Y/N?”

“Yes, just need to take my purse”

He’s waiting for you down in his living room and his mouth opens when he sees you fully ready walking down the stairs.

To complete your look you wore a diamond tennis necklace with matching earrings and rings, your long hair down with only the front strands tied on the back.

“You look gorgeous”

You blush whispering a very shy thank you

“I’m good to go”

Mason gets closer to you, placing his hand on your lower back, grazing the silk of the dress.

“Don’t mess up my makeup” You warn him with a soft laugh.

“No problem” Yeah, that warning wasn’t a problem at all for him: instead of kissing your lips or your cheeks he places a slow, soft, velvety kiss on your neck. You try to repress a moan, since you have no time to let go and get naughty with him.

“Ok, time to go! They’re waiting for us”

Mason groans when you get away from his body and head towards the front door.

Needless to say your boyfriend wasn’t able to keep his eyes or his hand away from you: his lips are soon on your bare shoulder but you push him away to avoid any embarrassing incident.

As you’re approaching the venue you squeeze Mason’s hand to give you strength and fight the anxiety that was devouring you.

“Hey baby, you got this, ok? There’s nothing to be worried about. I’ll be right next to you” He brings your knuckles to his mouth and, with closed eyes, he presses a kiss on your skin.

The first person you meet once you’ve arrived at the location is Ben, who you have already met once.

“Hey, my favourite couple ever is here!” You blush while waving at him. He greets you with a hug and with a kiss on your cheek while he and Mason do one of those weird handshakes.

“You look amazing Y/N” Ben says as he scans you.

“Hey mate, I’m here” Mason snaps at him, being just a bit jealous.

Ben laughs and hits his friend’s shoulder playfully. “Chill Mase, she’s all yours but she looks really good tonight”

You start to torture your fingers: you liked Ben, he was funny but you didn’t know how to take compliments. You feel Mason’s hand caressing your back, as if he was silently saying I’m here, you’re safe.

Then you meet Declan and his girlfriend and they’re very nice to you, even if you perceive your rigid posture due to your tension that, in the end, you see as something useless.

Mason hardly ever leaves your side

Jesse was one of the funniest guys you ever met. Later on you feel yourself blushing even harder when you meet John and Jack: you always found John to be such a beauty and in that moment you were feeling like a fangirl… Mason didn’t fail to notice that sparkle in your eyes and, naturally, he got jealous. You could have had a soft spot for that Barnsley man but your heart now belonged to the one from Portsmouth, and you wouldn't want it any other way. 

After getting to know a lot of his teammates you get a moment to stay alone with your boyfriend. You look at his perfect features, highlighted by his side profile: his smile and the dimples it creates, his brown eyes, his stubble that is now at the perfect length. You got lost in him, while he’s chatting with Declan. 

His attention gets back on you when he feels your hand placed on his thigh.  At first he looks at your hand, then looks up at your face

“You know I love you?”

It hasn’t been that long since the first time you said those three words to each other so it was still something new hearing it, it made you feel some type of way.

“I thought you loved John more”

You roll your eyes smiling, laying then your head on his shoulder.

“I’m over it”

“Well it didn’t seem like that”

“Stop being jealous, Mason. There’s only you in my life”

Those words sound like something interesting to him, so he turns his face back to yours.

“Really?”

“Yes, you idiot” You smile, stroking his hand with your thumb.

A part of him still wants to be mad at you but the other one wants to smile and show how happy and grateful he truly is for your sincere words. Mason lays his head on yours.

“I love you too” He whispers. Then he gets his head up from yours, his lips reach your ear “Get ready ‘cause when we’ll be home I’ll make you scream my name so loud you won’t even remember who John is”

Hearing those mischievous words makes your eyes widen and your face flushed. You liked it when Mason talked dirty but, because of your nature, you got embarrassed very easily...you couldn’t wait for him to fuck mercilessly though.

You get up from his shoulder and clear your throat, while trying to gain a composed posture as you are still at the table with his teammates.

He looks at your reaction with a devilish smile on his face, licking his lips.

“Hey Y/N are you alright? You look a bit flustered” Ben asks you. 

Mason covers his smug expression by putting a hand to his lips, brushing his beard.

“No no yeah, everything’s fine...it's just a bit hot in here, isn’t it?”

Your boyfriend - that you were starting to hate at that moment - places a hand on your thigh, climbing up to the more intimate area between your legs.

You glare at him and shove his hand away, while he looks amused by the whole situation.

“Well, I think I know who’s making you feel that flustered...” Ben begins being a pain in the ass too, since it seems like he’s backing his best friend up with his dirty plan.

You don’t have time to conceive a proper answer as you feel Mason approaching your ear and whispering: “Can’t wait to get you out of this dress...I want to see you fully naked, just with your diamond necklace on”

You huff in frustration at his words and you see Ben wiggling his eyebrows and smiling. He wins a glare from you too.

You start to feel really uncomfortable, the only thing you want to do is leaving that party you couldn’t give a shit about anymore.

“We can go home if you want to” You whisper shyly to your aroused boyfriend.

“That’s the only thing I want, babe” 

Mason gets up, with your hand firmly in his, and after waving everyone goodbye he guides you towards the exit. Your private show obviously starts once you’re in the car: the sexual tension between the two of you’s unbearable so you’re literally on top of each other.

You have to stop Mason from getting you naked in the backseat of the car, telling him to wait until you get home...but once you’re home is over for you: he slams you against your front door leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from your lips to your now naked breasts.

He keeps you in balance with your legs wrapped against his hips.

You’re a quivering mess already, needy moans leaving your lips as you keep his head as closer as possible to your body.

Mason gets away from your body just to help you get rid of the slip dress and to loosen up his tie and unbutton his white shirt. He throws his jacket somewhere over the dark house. Then he carries you upstairs bridal style and lays you on your king size bed.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t wait to devour you” His voice full of lust while he takes his trousers off. He climbs up on the bed, towering over your figure.

At those words you feel the irresistible urge to have him on you, inside of you, anywhere in your body so you place your hands at the side of his head and bring his face closer to yours, to leave a burning, passionate kiss to his lips.

Without even realizing it, it was like some kind of role play coming true: a wealthy, well dressed man was about to fuck his mistress who’s wearing one of the precious presents he gifted her. The necklace, in this case, isn’t just a mere object but it’s a symbol of love and possession: you were his and his only, nobody could ever take you away from him.

Mason’s hungry kisses are leaving traces all over your body, as red spots start to form on your pale skin.

As you feel his mouth near your femininity you get a louder moan, asking him desperately to fuck you with his tongue.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Fuck me...please fuck me Mason”

“Say it again”

“I want you to fuck me Mason”

His eyes full of lust are now complemented with a naughty grin. 

Without any warning, he pulls two fingers inside of you, causing you to arch your back as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you. It all gets intolerable when Mason adds his tongue to his fingers.

You push his head further into you, your heels pinned against his back as your head tilts back on the pillow underneath it.

It’s over when he starts making humming noises: the vibrations send you directly to your climax and you come before you can even tell him.

“Mase -”

He licks off your juices as the most delicious meal he’s ever eaten, pushing then his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on them.

“I’m not done yet, you know that?”

You nod as you finally open your eyes as they meet with his.

“I don’t think John can fuck you this good”

You instinctively open your legs for him to fuck you again, with his cock this time.

He adjusts your legs around his waist and, placing his hands on your hips, starts thrusting into you. His thrusts from painfully slow get each time faster until you sink your nails deeper into his back’s skin.

“Yes Mason faster!”

“Who’s filling you this good?”

“You” Your voice starts to tremble as you feel your second orgasm approaching.

“I can’t hear you...say my name”

“Mason you, you’re fucking me this good!”

His orgasm is getting closer too, he groans deeply as he tries to keep the peace.

“Me or John?”

“FUCK, YOU MASON, IT'S YOU!!” You shout at top of your lungs as you both let out a final cry of pleasure, in the grip of your intense orgasm.

Your throbbing bodies, now covered in sweat, fall one on top of the other, You hold Mason between your arms, cuddling him like a baby: he now got back being the loving puppy that made you fall in love.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks you, after a moment of silence where you tried to catch your breath.

You smiled and nudged his cheek with the tip of your nose. 

"Nope, I like it when you get rough" 

"What about round 2?"

"We can do it in the shower"

Mason gets up, places a kiss between your breasts and climbs down the bed.

He offers you his hand to take to help you climb out of bed.

"Did you plan everything with Ben?"

"He's my best friend, I think he grasped what I had in mind...maybe I talked to him about how much I liked you in that dress"

"So I have to thank him for tonight?"

A soft laugh leaves your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Mason places his hands on your hips.

"Mhh maybe...yes" It's now his time to laugh. Those laughs are soon to be replaced once again with moans and kisses.

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[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa 

 Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

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Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them. 

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over. 

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception. 

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

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[babyboibucky]

Promises, promises

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.

Word Count: 6,555 (oops I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Angst, a tiny bit of self-doubt but with a happy ending!!!

A/N: Some tags aren’t working, damn u tumblr! Anyway enjoy the angst and the shitty writing lmfao. Also kinda want to do ficlets for these two??? Like short fics about the happenings in their relationship, their first date, how they dealt with the break up idk, lemme know if anyone’s interested in that xoxo

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It's been four and a half years since Bucky broke up with you and honestly, you're fine now. Fine, as in you've moved on from him and that you haven't been stalking his Instagram account anymore or have been asking Steve how he's doing since the break up. You're fine now, really.

There was not an ounce of denial left in your body after almost two years of pining and self-blame. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten the pain he caused you when he woke up one day and realized that he didn't need you anymore.

Forgive and forget they often told you and you badly wanted to do so. But it wasn't that easy to do, not when you still feel the pain as if it only happened yesterday.

"What did you say?" your forehead creased as you walked around the kitchen counter, quickly approaching Bucky who had his back to you as he stood in the living room of your shared apartment.

You weren't sure if you heard him right, or if he actually said anything. Perhaps you were just hearing things? Just this morning he woke up and greeted you with his charming smile before pressing a soft peck on your lips. You had cooked breakfast together, laughed together and even talked about what to have for dinner.

Sure, something about his demeanor earlier was a bit off, but you assumed it had something to do about his work and not because he wanted to break up with you.

Right?

"Bucky, what did you say?" you pressed when Bucky remained quiet; he didn't even turn around to face you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, "I said I need space." he murmured.

"What do you mean, Buck?" you asked again, voice small and shaky as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

Of course you knew what exactly Bucky meant by that, but you didn't want to believe it. You were hopeful that maybe this was one of those petty fights you used to have, one where Bucky would spend the night over at Steve's. He'll come around the next day, he always does that. You always woke up to him whispering apologies to your ear and you would say your sorry too.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before finally turning to you, "I can't do this anymore." he said, shaking his head before averting his gaze to the floor.

He must have seen the look in your eyes when he faced you. As much as you believed that you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, it never worked on Bucky. He was the only person who could always read you; you could never hide from him.

"Bucky, I don't understand." you let out a nervous chuckle as you hugged yourself, biting your lower lip to prevent them from quivering as you held back the urge to cry.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, "I just...you've been too...fuck, I don't know how to say this without hurting you. I really don't want to." he admitted dejectedly, looking up at you.

You scoffed, "Just fucking say it, Bucky. I'm already hurt just by having this conversation." you told him.

"You're too good for me. Way too good."

Bucky’s words echoed in your mind again as you laid your eyes on him, four and a half years after your break-up. And just like that, you were back to square one.

You did your best to avoid him after he left, you felt like Bucky too tried to do the same. It was harder than you thought, given that you belonged to the same circle of friends. There were missed birthday parties, anniversaries and get togethers. If you knew Bucky was going to be there, you’d bail. Thank god you had a bunch of understanding friends who never took your absences against you.

But an engagement party between two of your friends? Now that was something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.

You’ve been really happy for quite a while now, to the point that it never crossed your mind that Bucky would surely be attending as well. He had been out of your system since the day you decided to move past him, which is why you thought that you were finally a-okay.

Tonight proved you wrong because as you watched Bucky smile and greet your friends, you realized that you still wanted to punch him and hurt him and tell him that you were still in lo—

“Hi.”

You were too focused on daydreaming about how you wanted to hurt Bucky that you failed to notice that he made his way to you and was now waiting for you to greet him back.

Bucky was smiling at you the same way he did on the night you first met at a college house party. You and Bucky have been together for that long.

“Hi.”

The music was too loud that you missed out on the stranger’s greeting, if not for his shadow looming over your hunched figure as you sat on the staircase, you would’ve completely ignored him.

The guy was looking down at you with a charming smile that made your cheeks turn pink. He was tall and slightly muscular, something you noticed right off the bat all thanks to the tight red henley he was sporting. The guy had long hair too, but it was tied back into a low man bun that was messy enough to leave tendrils of stray hair to frame his handsome face.

“Hi.” He repeated with a chuckle, a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he bit his lip at the sight of you just staring up at him.

“Hi?” You stammered awkwardly.

He laughed, “Um, can I pass through or is there some sort of password required?”

You realized that you had been blocking his way, everyone’s way actually. Quickly, you apologized and stood up to leave your spot only for the guy to block your way before you could even hop off of the last step of the staircase.

Thinking that you must have confused him and the direction you intended to go, you murmured a soft apology again before sidestepping him but to no avail. You looked up at him with a frown when you noticed that he was intentionally blocking your way.

It didn’t help that he was way taller than you. Despite the one being on the last step of the staircase, the guy still loomed over you.

“Excuse me?” You snapped and tried to move past him but he was way bigger than you and managed to stop you from passing through.

He had a cheeky smile on as he watched your futile attempt to squeeze your way out of his large body. You huffed out when he held onto the rail while his other hand on the wall, completely trapping you on the staircase.

“What’s the password?” He asked, still grinning at you.

You deadpanned, “Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him blankly before glancing at his hands, observing whether you had a chance at prying them away from where they held on. It was then that you noticed how his left hand was covered in tattoos. The sleeve of his henley rode up quite a bit to reveal that his tattoos reached his wrist, he probably had his entire left arm sleeved with ink.

“Can I please pass?” You huffed out when you concluded that there was no way you would be able to escape him.

“Like I said, I need a password.” He insisted.

“Penis.” You stated, face free from any sort of expression.

The guy choked on his laughter, “Why would you honestly think that?” He asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I thought you guys liked dick jokes.” You reasoned out.

The guy laughed as he shook his head, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

“It’s not the password?” You asked. “Don’t I get a hint or something, I really don’t have time for games right now. I have to go back to my dorm. I have a test tomorrow.” You told the guy.

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about a test. What’s your major anyway?” He asked.

You groaned, “Like I said, I don’t have time for games or even for a conversation. Come on, just let me pass through!”

The guy hummed as he stared at you, as if he was thinking of something. You wanted to look away but he had beautiful ocean blue eyes that you found yourself slowly getting lost in.

“I’ll give you hints.” He announced. “Two hints actually, because I’m feeling generous.”

“Okay, then. Just spit it out!” You rushed.

The guy grinned.

“The password is made up of your name followed by your number.”

“Hi.”

You blinked when Bucky repeated his greeting. When you regained your senses, you cleared your throat and simply nodded at him as acknowledgment. You saw how Bucky’s smile faltered seconds before you looked away and pretended to look for someone.

“I can’t believe you just brushed me off.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

Bucky had cut off his hair right after graduation. He sported a clean cut since then but now he had longer locks; not as long as his college hair though. It just looked fluffier, you fought the urge to imagine how it’d feel through your fingers.

“I can’t believe you just expected me to greet you as if nothing happened.” You told him, letting your eyes wander around the place.

Bucky exhaled heavily and shook his head, “I thought we’d be okay by now.” He admitted. “Guess I was wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, snapping your head into his direction after avoiding his gaze earlier. “I am okay, but that doesn’t mean I am okay with being around you.” You hissed.

“I honestly thought we’d still be friends, you know. Civil at least.”

What has gotten into Bucky’s mind for him to expect a lovely reunion between the both of you? Things didn’t end well, he just left. He was too ambitious to even think that you’d greet him with rainbows and butterflies.

“We’re not friends, Bucky. Not even acquaintances.” You told him.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something until someone tapped on the mic, announcing that the newly engaged couple, Wanda and Vis, had something to say to their guests. By the time he looked back at you, you had already walked away and joined Nat at their table.

It reminded Bucky of the days when he used to watch your back retreat into your dorm whenever he walked you home.

“So, you gonna tell me the password or what?”

You felt all your blood rush to your head and you’ve never been thankful for existence of strobe lights. You were probably red as a tomato. Who wouldn’t be anyway? This handsome dude just asked for your name and number!

“Is this a joke?” You managed to asked and thanked the heavens that you didn’t stutter.

The guy shook his head, “I don’t really joke around.” He shrugged.

“Why do you even want to know my name and number?” you curiously asked.

Bucky shrugged, “Been watching you since you arrived.”

“Creeper.” you accused.

“Hard not to when you’re the only grumpy person in a party. I know your friends dragged you here, I mean you said you have a test tomorrow and you don’t seem the type to party a day before. Besides, you’ve been keeping to yourself the entire time. Figured you might want some company, one with substance.” he boastfully wiggled his eyebrows at you.

His confidence appalled you but you were also surprised at how he seemed to have read your mind. Or personality, in general.

“Hey, Bucky!”

You watched the guy turn his head towards front door where a blonde guy— Steve from the student council, you recognized— entered. You thought it’d give you a chance to slip away but the guy, well Bucky, kept his hands in place.

“Kinda busy right now, pal. I’ll catch up with you later.” He said.

Steve’s gaze moved past Bucky until they landed on you. He chuckled as he shook his head at his friend’s antics. Steve walked away but not without acknowledging you.

“He may not seem like it, but Bucky’s a good guy. You can take my word for it.”

Bucky turned to you and lifted an eyebrow, “I mean, coming from a student council member, that’s a pretty credible source.” He said confidently.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. You had to admit, Bucky had a way with words and actions. His boyish charm was working on you and you hated how easily you were falling for it. And you just met the guy like ten minutes ago!

“So, what’s the password?” Bucky asked again.

You tapped your foot as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You promise to let me go if I tell you?”

Bucky made a face, “I don’t think that’s the right term because you can expect more of me once you give me the password. But I’ll definitely step aside. That’s a promise.” He reassured.

“Promises are meant to be broken.” You stated.

“Yeah, well watch me prove you wrong. Password? Pretty please?” He asked cutely and fuck, Bucky was really winning you over just like that.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you tell him your name and number. Just as he promised, Bucky stepped aside and quickly fished out his phone to type in your number. You honestly didn’t expect for him to remember it after hearing it once, but you peeked and he actually did. Impressive.

“Like I promised, off you go to study.” He said and motioned his arm towards the front door.

You sighed and offered a small smile before finally walking past him. You were about to open the front door when Bucky beat you to it.

“I told you ‘let go’ is the wrong term ‘cause I’m walking you home tonight.” Bucky said. “And tomorrow night too. And the next night and the next next night. Or afternoon. Morning? Whatever time your classes finish.”

Bucky really proved you wrong that night because he did walk you home the next night and the next next night too. It went on until he no longer had to watch you enter your dorm or apartment because eventually, the two of you ended up going to the same home.

It’s very ironic really, that it was also Bucky who failed to prove you wrong when he broke his promise not to hurt you, ever. You wondered whether it was your fault that you actually believed in him. It was hard not to though, because Bucky’s earned your trust from all the promises he made and kept.

Which is why it was even more painful when one day, he decided to break the one promise you truly held on to.

“I’ll always love you, you know that right?”

Bucky blurted it out randomly that his statement confused the hell out of you. The two of you were just playing a video game when he said it, making you hit pause.

“And where did that come from?” You asked with amusement.

Bucky frowned, “You could’ve reacted differently. I was hoping for a high-pitched ‘awwww!’ and this is what I get?” He teased, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb to pull you close so he could bite your nose playfully.

“You said it out of the blue!” You told him with a laugh. “But it made me happy though.” You admitted and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, well it’s true. I mean, this thing we got? It’s forever.” Bucky said and lovingly smiled at you.

You pretended to gag at his words but it was obvious that you felt like you were on cloud nine when Bucky said that. “Cheeseballs!” You teased.

“This cheeseball’s gonna put a ring on that finger one day. That’s a promise!”

A finger snapped right in front of your face, “You good?” Nat asked.

You nodded and tried your hardest not to look at Bucky. He was seated with Steve, Sam and some other guys at the table next to yours. You could feel him staring at you and it was making you anxious.  Nat and Sharon exchanged looks before letting out a sigh in unison.

“Come on, I’m fine. Stop looking at me like that!” You told them with a forced chuckle.

“What did Bucky say?” Sharon asked. She’d seen Bucky approach you upon his arrival, saw the expressions you both had as you talked and knew immediately that it didn’t go well.

Nat hummed before taking a quick sip from her glass of wine, “We’ve been watching and we’re curious.”

“He was expecting for us to be friends.” You simply stated.

Nat and Sharon groaned and rolled their eyes, “What a dick.” Nat said.

“Men really do have the audacity.” Sharon laughed and shook her head.

You joined her laughter and lifted up your own glass of wine, “I’ll drink to that.” You said before finishing your drink in one go.

One glass of wine turned into two and then three and then four. Six drinks later and you were buzzed and unstoppable. You weren’t that drunk, you were good at handling alcohol but you were tipsy for sure. The formalities of the engagement party were finally done and the guests were left to mingle around.

Wanda and Vis immediately went to your table to catch up and after giving them your heartfelt congratulations (and apologies for missing out on plenty of events), you decided to step out of the venue to get some fresh air.

The silence allowed you to process your thoughts, the same thoughts you had repressed for years. You were happy for Wanda and Vis, truly. The two have been the epitome of soulmates and it was only right for them to end up tying the knot. But you also couldn’t help but wonder, would you and Bucky end up in marriage too had he decided to stay and work things out with you?

You lift up your left hand and stared at your bare ring finger. Just a few years ago, you’d been wearing a simple gold band studded with tiny diamonds around it— a promise ring. Bucky had given it as a gift on your 6th anniversary. You’d gotten together when you were just 19 and Bucky 21. People always doubted that your relationship with him wouldn’t last long given that the two of you were so different. Not to mention, Bucky had a reputation. Girls fawned over him; he was tall and handsome, had a rugged appeal to him thanks to his long hair and tattooed left arm. He drove a damn motorcycle that got him into trouble plenty of times.

You were Miss Goody Two Shoes who played it safe and Bucky was the Big Bad Wolf who liked taking risks.

It was a surprise when your relationship with him kept on progressing and the next thing you knew, the both of you have been together for a total of eight long years. It would’ve reached nine but shit happened and Bucky decided that those eight years didn’t matter to him anymore.

“Can we talk?”

If Bucky asked you that a couple of years ago, you would’ve probably punched him in the face and kneed him at the crotch before running away. Well, you still wanted to do so but a part of you wanted to talk things out. Get a proper closure maybe since Bucky failed to give you a detailed explanation that would help you understand why he chose to leave you.

Nat told you once that some things are better left unsaid. You spent years secretly pining for Bucky after the break up, spent nights questioning yourself where you lacked that made him leave you. You’d asked Steve about Bucky whether he met someone knew or how he was dealing with the break up; it did you more damage than good until you finally gave up and decided to actually move on.

But now that Bucky was here and there was no way to avoid him, maybe you deserved this confrontation after all.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the pavement right in front of you.

You felt Bucky stand beside you, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans before turning to you, “About us.”

You snickered, “Us? What about us? What is there to talk about us?” You asked, turning your head to face him.

Bucky’s eyes have always been your favorite feature of his. They were very expressive and if Bucky could see through you every damn time, it was his eyes that you could always read. They were still blue but they held a certain emotion in them as he gazed at you.

Sadness and...regret?

Before your assumptions could get the best of you, you turned away and waited for Bucky to speak again.

“I can’t keep on avoiding you.” He said. “I’ve been doing so for the past few years and it kills me.” He admitted.

“And you think I want to keep doing this too? I’ve missed out on so many occasions because I just couldn’t be around you. You’re not the only one struggling.” You said.

Bucky shrugged, “Then let’s stop avoiding each other.”

The way he suggested it almost offended you; he was so nonchalant about it as if it was so easy to just let him waltz back into your life. Truth was, you dreamt of the day that he’d come crawling back to you. But you knew better than to let your walls down just because you miss him.

“When Steve told me that you seemed to be doing well, I really thought it meant that we can become friendly with each other, y’now. I mean, eight years. Those years meant so much to me, we’ve been through a lot and—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Barnes?!” You bitterly chuckled.

“If those eight years together really meant a lot to you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve allowed me to work it out with you! But what, you broke up with me because you thought I was too good for you? That you felt suffocated just because I was looking out for you?”

You didn’t mean to snap at Bucky like that, in your mind you thought you would be able to have a calm conversation with him. But with the alcohol running through your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from expressing yourself and and feeling the same way you did on that specific night.

“Too good? How am I too good for you, Buck?” You asked, immediately wiping off the tears that escaped your eyes.

“You have everything planned out! For yourself, for us. And it makes me feel fucking useless! I see you work your way up at your job and I’m still figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life!” He exclaimed.

You shook your head, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered. “If you told me this then I could’ve done something about it, Buck! Rather than let it get this far, I would’ve fixed it.” You told him and tried to reach out but Bucky took a step back.

“That too! You’re a fixer! You always end up fixing things. This relationship has become an endless cycle of me fucking up things and you picking up the pieces. And every single time you clean my mess, I feel like you’re hoping I’d be like the others. It’s like you’re trying to make me into a person I’m not just so I could fit this, this certain mold you had in mind!” He accused you.

You wiped again your tears and refused to believe him, “That’s not true, Bucky! I’ve always loved you for who you are, I never asked you to change for me!”

“Yes, you do! You never said it but I always felt it...when Steve got promoted and when Sam finally launched his business. You always wanted me to be like them, you never said it out loud but that’s what you made me feel whenever we talk about my job...or lack thereof.” He chuckled bitterly.

Bucky may not be traditional in the sense that he considered himself an artist. He never liked the idea of settling for a nine to five desk job so he took on a job as a tattoo artist. It wasn’t a permanent job and he didn’t have clients demanding for him all the time so it gave him time to work for a motorcycle shop too.

It was never a problem for you but practically speaking, your and Bucky’s joint savings wouldn’t be enough for the future that the both of you have planned out.

“I’ve been supportive of you! I never asked you to give up on those jobs, Bucky.” You defended yourself.

Bucky nodded his head, “You don’t know it but you do. That’s how I felt whenever you suggested that I try something else.”

“It’s because I know you can do so much more! Stay at the tattoo parlor and mechanic shop, then fine! But don’t settle because you have the potential to make it out there, that’s what I want you to know! I don’t understand why you’re limiting yourself, Buck. Why you’re suddenly so afraid.”

You carefully took a step closer to Bucky and thank god he let you this time. You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached out to cup his face in your hand. Bucky was livid, his chest rising heavily with every breath he took.

“You were the one who taught me to be brave, to take risks. I used to be so afraid, remember? Afraid to ride your motorcycle, to try out that job I thought I couldn’t handle. I was so scared to commit,” you chuckled, remembering how much you hesitated to give Bucky a chance when he asked you to be officially his girlfriend.

“...but you’ve always been there for me. And I want to do the same with you. I know that it seems scary to let go of what you believe is your calling. You don’t have to let go of it, Buck. But you gotta try something new too.” You said as you let your thumb caress the skin beneath his eyes.

There was silence between the two of you. Bucky had calmed down and you thought that it was over. Little did you know that it was simply the calm before the storm. Because the words that came out of Bucky’s mouth were the words you didn’t expect to hear.

“Well, this is me trying something new.”

Bucky refused to meet your gaze and simply let your hand move away from his face. You shook your head no as you turned around to compose yourself.

“We were fine this morning, Buck. What happened?” You asked and embraced yourself, seeking comfort you knew you’d only get if Bucky changed his mind.

“I thought we were fine too. But the tattoo parlor is closing in a month and we haven’t been getting plenty of clients at the motorcycle shop. And it just hit me y’now, I dread coming home to you because I know you’d be disappointed and that again, you’d offer to fix my shit and the thing is, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to fix my shit or tell me how to deal with my problems! I woke up and realized that I just don’t...” Bucky paused when you swiftly turned around with a frown, eyes brimming with a fresh new wave of tears.

“Don’t say it, Bucky. I’ll be better, I promise! I won’t nag you or pressure you into anything. Just please, don’t say it. Please don’t. We can still work this out.” You begged Bucky.

You weren’t sure you could take it, what he wanted to say. You already knew what he was going to tell you, you didn’t want to hear it. Let other people say it but god, it’d break you if you heard it from him.

“I’m sorry but I don’t need you anymore.”

The stabbing pain in your heart felt so familiar, the kind that punched all the air out of your lungs. You thought you were done crying over Bucky, but you were so wrong.

“I fucked up.” Bucky huffed out, bowing his head as if ashamed.

“You realized that just now?” You snickered. “Do you know how long it took for me to get over you? To forget the pain from hearing you tell me that you don’t need me anymore? After eight years together, Buck. You were my first everything and you gave up on us. And you really expected us to be friends, just like that?!” You spat.

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, lifting his head to look up at you and you were surprised that his eyes were glazed with tears.

“I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. Because you were right, I shouldn’t have settled then. But god I was an idiot, an insecure idiot.” He admitted.

“I was so used to being the one who guided you that it fucking hurt my ego when I noticed that you were becoming your own person outside of our relationship. I was supposed to be the one supporting you, pushing you to be better. You ended being the one leading me. I let my ego get the best of me and thought I’d be better off without you. But it was the biggest mistake of my life because when I left, I felt even more lost.” Bucky explained.

You were left speechless, you weren’t sure why Bucky was telling you all this. Did he want you back or was he simply apologizing? You didn’t have words so you remained quiet and waited to see whether Bucky had more to say.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. I hurt you. I should’ve stayed, should’ve worked with you to fix our relationship. I hate what we’ve become, I sincerely wanted us to be civil with each other at least.” He said.

“Bucky, you’ve been saying the same thing over and over again. I’m not sure you understand the situation. I can’t be friends with you. Not after what happened. I thought I was fine but now I realized that I’ve never really moved on from the pain you caused me.” You told him and sniffed, looking back to check whether your friends could see you.

Thankfully, all the guests were still busy mingling with each other. It’s as if the universe meant for this confrontation to happen. But now you weren’t sure what to do after you finally got a clear explanation from Bucky.

“I wanted a fresh start with you.” Bucky said. “Thought that it would make it easier for me to win you over if we were friends again.”

You scoffed in disbelief, “It’s not that easy, Buck. I can’t just let you walk back into my life after your apology. It doesn’t work that way.”

You tried to move past him but he immediately blocked your way, “When I said I’ll always love you, I meant it. I still do. I want to make things right, please. Give me one last chance to fix this.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was Bucky’s words and how sincere he sounded that made your head spin. Your heart was racing and your palms turned cold. You wanted him back too, so bad but you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. He broke your heart and your trust, you weren’t sure if you’d survive if he left you again.

“I can’t continue this conversation, Bucky. I have to go.” You told him and made your way towards the door to the venue.

However, Bucky was quick to stand in front of the door. He had a determined look on his face, one that looked extremely familiar. You were still hurt but couldn’t deny the fact that you too, still love him.

Even after everything that had happened, Bucky still owned your heart.

“Bucky, can you please move? I want to go home.” You said and tried to reach for the door knob but Bucky moved and leaned against the door.

“You need a password to get through.”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re way too old for this, Bucky. I’m not playing with you.”

He shook his head, “I’m not playing either. Give me the password or else we’d be here the entire night.”

You huffed out, “This isn’t funny. Let me through.”

Bucky shrugged, “No can do. Like I said, I can do this all night.”

You deadpanned, “What’s the hint?” You asked with a defeated sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way you could walk past him without playing along with his stupid little game.

“Consists of three words.” Bucky said.

“Penis boobs vagina.”

Bucky cackled, “And I thought you said we’re too old for this.”

You groaned, “I’m serious, Bucky. Just let me go.”

“No. I made that mistake once and I’m not doing that again. I love you. And I promise that this time, it’ll be different. I know you still love me too, so again I am asking you to take a risk and say it.”

Bucky said it with conviction and you hated how it made your stomach flip. Up until this day, Bucky had a way to make you fold. And he could still read you.

“I’m not saying it, Bucky. How sure are you that I still feel the same anyway?” you asked.

Bucky tipped his head towards your neck, “Not sure if you just forgot but you’re wearing the promise ring as a necklace.”

Fuck. Of course, you’d forgotten about it. You may not have been wearing it on your finger, but you still continued to wear it. It meant a lot to you even after the break up, so much so that you couldn’t simply throw it away or remove it. You figured that it might be better to keep it around your neck. Out of sight, out of mind but still there. You wanted it to exist, it was a part of you.

“Say it and I promise that you won’t regret it.” Bucky insisted.

“Promises are meant to be broken. You proved that the night you broke up with me.” Your voice quivered when you said that.

“And I want to make it up for it for the rest of my life.” He reassured.

“History repeats itself. I don’t think I can deal with it again if you realized the second time around that you don’t need me. Buck, you really hurt me.” You said, voice cracking before you could even finish your sentence.

Bucky quickly took your face in between his hands and for some reason, it felt right. The warmth of his palm, the love in his eyes as he gazed at you, it felt like home.

“I know and I hate myself for it. So fucking much. But I promise you, it wouldn’t happen again. I fixed my life when you left, realized that you were right. I’m better now. So let me be the fixer this time, let me be the one to fix this mess, to pick up the pieces. Because I’m just as afraid to let you go again. I can’t do that again. I love you and I need you. I always did.”

The kiss he pressed on your forehead caused your walls to crumble down. All of a sudden you were sobbing into his arms and apologizing.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you then, Buck. I didn’t know, I’m sorry too.” You cried.

“Shh, no. Please don’t apologize.” Bucky coaxed as he pulled back to kiss your tears away. “None of this was your fault, baby. It’s all on me. Let me make it up to you, please?”

The term of endearment made your heart flutter and as much as you hated how Bucky easily won you over, again, the love you have for him was quick to outweigh it. You knew you shouldn’t have given in to him just like that, but this was Bucky. He was your greatest love, someone who owned your heart even after he left.

“I miss you, baby. Couldn’t fathom the thought of you being with someone else.” Bucky admitted as he hugged you tightly.

“I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I hated myself for hurting you. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

His hand rubbed circles against your back, helping you calm down after your breakdown. He swayed you from side to side, pressed kisses on your crown and whispered promises that he was sure he was going to keep and you basked in it. When you finally calmed down, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck and inhaled his scent.

He smelled the same, like comfort and love and trust. You hugged him tighter and smiled into his skin and mumbled, “I love you.”

Bucky chuckled, “You got the password right but I don’t think I’m letting you go just yet.”

“Nat and Sharon’s gonna kick our asses if they find out.” You chuckled.

He pulled back and stared at you lovingly, “I’ll take the hit for you.” he laughed.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Forgiven.” You told him and stood on your tiptoes until Bucky bent down to meet your lips in a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss. Four and a half years of pain and anger all gone and replaced with the love you always had for Bucky. His lips against yours made you dizzy but in a good way.

It felt right, like this was how things were really supposed to be.

You pulled back and sighed, “As much as I want to stay like this, I’m really tired.”

Bucky let you go but took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m driving you home tonight.” He said.

You smiled.

“And the next night. And the next next night.”

Yet again, Bucky proved himself to be worthy of another chance. Because he drove you home the next night, and the next next night. It went on until he regained your trust back and all was well enough for him to finally reveal the black velvet box that he had been keeping in his pocket since the night of your eventful reunion.

“You need a password to see what’s inside.” Bucky grinned up at you as he bent down on one knee.

You chuckled through your years, “Any hint?”

“One word, three letters.”

You wiped away your tears with a smile followed by a subtle nod.

“Yes.”

Bucky kept his promise all along, he really did put a ring on your finger. Took quite a while with plenty of obstacles that caused its delay, but a promise fulfilled nonetheless.

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Hi, I know your in a writing hiatus but I want to know if you are going to do lers! ten-ren with Lee!muchihiro and sanemi and giyu revenge

Get some good rest and read you later 🤗❤️❤️❤️

Okay so- I know technically this isn't a request, but I wanted to add it the ever growing "Ten-Ren Tickle attack" Saga I'm creating! Thus I wrote a fic for it anyway! :3 I hope you like it friend!

Mild Content warning for Swearing!

“Cuhuhuhuhuht ihihihiht ouhuhuhut! Iihiihihihihm sehehehheherious!” Muichiro giggled, helpless beneath Rengoku’s playful fingers as they danced across his skin. He had only come to report his progress to Master Ubuyashiki- not to be dragged into Rengoku’s chaos.

“Hi, Serious! I’m Kyojuro!” Rengoku smiled brightly, laughing alongside the younger Hashria’s giggle fits. “Hehe, I’ve been saving that one for Senjuro, but you’re good to practice with!”

As the flame Hashira brought the younger boy to even brighter laughter and giggles, Sanemi and Giyu watched on- hidden away in nearby bushes as they planned their attack. “Okay- here’s the plan.” Sanemi turned to look at the other. “I’ll go in for a frontal assault- he’ll get distracted, which gives Muichiro a chance to escape and you a chance to sneak up. He won’t be able to tell you’re there because of how quiet you are.”

“I don’t know- this is Rengoku we’re talking about. He’s well trained. What if he just catches on?” Giyu asked, biting back a snort when Muichiro squealed.

“We’re trained too- don’t forget that dumbass.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, ignoring the glare he received as he turned his attention back to the pair. “Even if he catches one of us- it’s two vs one. We can overpower him.”

“Maybe- and I’m not a dumbass!”

“Are we really having this argument right now?”

“Take it back or I’m not helping.”

“What-okay, fine. I’m sorry, you’re not a dumbass. That was rude of me. Forgive me?”

“.....”

“Please?”

Giyu sighed. “Fine. You’re forgiven. For now.”

“You two are cute, but maybe you should make your move now?”

Sanemi swore, Giyu’s eyes widening when he whirled to find Tengen crouched behind them, eyes dancing with mischief. “Ten-Gah!” Sanemi yelped when the former shinobi grabbed him, pulling him into his arms. “Fuck! Giyu! Ruhuhuhuhn!” The Wind Hashira cried, falling into fits of laughter as the other dug his fingers into his stomach, already earning fresh bouts of giggles.

Giyu didn’t waste the warning, shooting to his feet and making a mad dash towards Rengoku. “Hang on Muichiro! I’m coming-Ah!” His cry of bravery was abruptly cut short when Rengoku lunged, grabbing the other around the waist and dragging him to the dirt path below. “Ren-whahahhahahahhait!” He was already laughing before the other squeezed along his ribs, finding all the sensitive spots. “Haha! Such a brave tactic! Alas, never underestimate the Flame Hashira, Tomioka!” He smiled along with the other’s growing laughter, delighted by the flushed yet happy expression on the other’s face. “My, what a bright smile! Someone’s enjoying himself!”

“Yohoohohohoohu duuhuhuhuhuhumbaahahhahass! Ihiihihihi tohohohoohld yohoohohohu tohoohohohoho ruuhuhuhuuhun!” Sanemi cried from his own tickle trap, trying in vain to push away the other’s relentless tickles along his ribs. “Tehehehhehehen gehehehehhet ohohoohohohff thehehehhehere-GAhahhahahahha nohohohoho!” He cried, ducking his head when the other gently blew against his ears. “Noohohohooht thehehehhe ehehehhars!”

“Aww! Is someone a little ticklish? Hm?” Tengen cooed, carrying on his playful assault against the smaller man. He was so caught up in his game he almost didn't see Muichiro trying to run away. “And where are you going, my dear Muichi?” He shot a hand out, grabbing the other and pulling him in next to Sanemi, hand vibrating against his belly. “Coochie coochie coo, little one!”

“Tehehehhehehehengehehehehehen yoohohohohou jehehehehherk!” Muichiro cried, falling into helpless laughter once more.

“Oo, nice catch, Ten!” Rengoku called, grinning as he brought his own victim to giggly tears. Deciding to be kind, he gave the Water Hashira a much needed break, watching as he suchked down breath after breath in recovery. “You have such a nice smile, Tomioka! You should share it with the world more often!”

“H-Hush! Don’t say that!” Giyu blushed, arms coming up to cover his face. Rengoku snorted, reaching out and poking the other’s armpits, making him jerk with a yelp. Laughing, he stood, turning to his partner in crime. “Oi, Ten, let’s give our dear friends some air.” “Good point!” Tengen laughed, finally releasing the two, watching them sink to the ground in breathless laughter. “Heh, you two are so cute like this- it's practically radiating flamboyancy!” He teased, ruffling their hair and narrowly avoiding Sanemi’s bite. “Oi, watch those teeth!”

As Tengen and Rengoku scurried off to who knows where- most likely to plan their next attack, Sanemi and Giyu shared a look of exhaustion, mildly frustrated their revenge plan came to fail. “Sohorry…I thought I could tahake him…” Giyu groaned, sighing.

“Eh…don’t worry about it. We’ll get him next time.” Sanemi reassured him, reaching out and gently flicking Giyu’s bangs out of his face. “Sorry for calling you a dumbass again…”

“It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean it.” Giyu reassured him, earning a small smile.

“Aww, it’s nice to see you two getting along!” Misturi’s sweet voice carried over the boys, making them look up. “And here I thought you two would never get along.” “Oi, hush! How long have you been standing there!” Sanemi growled, feeling his face burn but too tired to sit up and glare properly. Giyu closed his eyes, also too tired to fully engage.

“I just caught the tail end of it all. But really- are you two really gonna try to take them on again?” Beside her, Muichiro walked up, dusting off his clothes. “You’re only gonna get wrecked again if you do so.”

“We have to! It’s the only way to put an end to their tyranny.” Giyu nodded, a rare glint of determination in his eyes. He really was into this now.

“Okay.” Mitsuri kneeled, eyes twinkling. “You want me to help?”

I hope this was good!

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Can you maybe write something where there's a sleepover at Ned's and Peter and reader stay up all night talking because they can't sleep 🤧❤️

-this is a repost of an old fic- no warnings needed i think

It’s been two hours since you all went to sleep. Okay, two hours since you all got into bed, one hour since you all stopped giggling and talking and really went to sleep.

It seems like you’re the last one awake. You, MJ and Betty are sharing Ned’s big bed, Ned’s on a separate mattress on the floor and Peter is just on the carpet - he insisted on it.

You’ve accepted that you’re most likely going to be up all night. But you had an amazing night with your friends, so it’s not too bad.

A few minutes later you hear Peter tossing and turning, eventually letting out a yawn that sounds very much like he’s awake.

It’s probably too dark for him to see that your eyes are open, but you lift up your hand, waving at him and he sees it.

He lifts his head to make sure he saw right, “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he whispers back, sounding just as awake as he did a few hours back.

After a few seconds of contemplating, you quietly get out of bed, opening the door to the hallway, letting in at least some light. You motion for Peter to come with you, and he jumps up immediately, squeezing past you.

“Hi,” he says again, after you shut the door to Ned’s room.

It’s weird being awake so late with a boy, alone with a boy. Especially when that boy is Peter Parker.

It’s dark outside but the windows in the hallway don’t have curtains, so there’s enough light for you to see each other normally.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, pulling your sweatshirt over your fingers.

“Me neither… Do you want to go to the living room so we can talk or something? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anyway.”

You nod, pulling him into the living room where you switch on a little lamp.

Peter takes the fluffy blanket from the side and drapes it across both your laps. Well mostly yours, and you scoot closer to him so you both get the same amount of blanket.

“I often have problems sleeping anywhere except in my own bed. Even when we‘re on holiday I have to take a few days to get accustomed to the bed and by the time I can sleep there we‘re going home again,” you tell Peter, laying your head on the headrest of the couch.

He smiles at you, thinking of what to say, “Actually… Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“This is my first sleepover… ever, and I was kinda nervous about it. But now that I’m with you I’m comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable too,” you say, although your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your chest any second and his nervous smile tells you he’s also not as calm as he says he is.

“Ned has slept at my place a few times since I have bunk beds but I’ve never slept at his place.”

“Bunk beds? That’s so cool,” you smile, hoping he gets the hint. And he does.

“Yeah, you have to come see them sometime. I mean, they’re not special but they’re bunk beds so, if you like bunk beds, then you’ll like them.”

You giggle, making a bold move and taking his hand. His fingers slip between yours, his clammy palm touching you.

You haven’t felt this nervous around Peter since you met him.

Being the new girl at school had seemed so terrifying but you became friends with him the first day, eventually meeting the other people from his friend group too, and you immediately felt welcomed.

Even though you liked all of them and felt like they liked you back too, Peter was your favourite from the start.

And even though they were all kind to you, you never quite felt like you fit in like the others, since they had all known each other for years.

Being invited to this sleepover was what made you feel like a fully accepted part of the group, but Peter has been making you feel fully accepted from the day you met.

While the others always made inside jokes and only explained them after you asked, Peter always explained it to you before he made the joke. By now you have your own inside jokes anyway, and they always make your heart flutter.

You’ve always felt like Peter liked you just as much as the other members of the group, if not more and you can only reciprocate the feeling.

With your hands intertwined, you and Peter end up talking for hours, your nervousness eventually subsiding as you get sleepier and sleepier.

—

You wake up to whispered shouting, and some movement next to you, but you can’t quite open your eyes yet.

Is that a pillow you’re resting your head on?

“Ned-  no don‘t you dare. Ned no I swear to-”

You’re pushed to the side a little, feeling wet trickle down your arm, making you finally open your eyes.

You suddenly remember you’re at Ned’s and- did you fall asleep in the sitting room?

Looking to the side you see Peter with wet hair and more of the water spreading on his shirt.

He’s glaring at Ned, who you see as you turn further. He has an empty glass in his hand, giggling with MJ and Betty by his side.

Peter pushes a hand through his hair, seeing you awake now, his expression changing into a smile, “Oh hey, you’re awake. Sorry, that was Ned’s fault,” he says that through gritted teeth, looking back at his best friend.

“Why are you wet?” you ask.

“That’s what she said!” Ned laughs and you shake your head with a slight smile.

Your three friends disappear into the kitchen, leaving you and Peter alone again.

“Sorry- they woke up and they saw you were still sleeping on me and he wanted to wake us up by pouring water on us but I woke up just in time--”

“I fell asleep on you? Sorry, that must’ve been uncomfortable. You could have just pushed me off,” you feel your face heating up, even more so when you remember how you were holding hands for a few hours.

“Oh no, no I was comfortable too. Even got in a few hours of sleep.”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep either. I must have been really comfortable.”

You watch as Peter’s cheeks turn pink.

“Uh you didn’t tell me why Ned got you instead of me. With the water?”

“Oh. Yeah, well I didn’t want you to be woken up by having water being poured over you so, I took it.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to,” you hug him, pulling away again when you graze his wet shirt.

The others are having breakfast already, while you and Peter go back to Ned’s room, gathering fresh clothes from your bags to change into.

You reach into your bag, getting a shirt and jeans, and also some panties.

Just as you’re about to ask Peter if you should go to the bathroom to change, you look up at him, and he’s shirtless.

Your eyes flicker to his abs, they contract and become even more visible when he sees you eyeing him. He coughs when he looks down at you, seeing the panties dangling off your finger that you quickly scrunch up in your hand.

“Um should I go out-” he starts, at the same time as you say, “I can go out-”

“I’ll go out,” he states, cheeks red as he leaves the room while you change.

He’s just zipping up his jeans as you make your way to the bathroom.

You wait for him as he gets his toothbrush, then walk into the bathroom together.

“Oh god, my hair,” Peter laughs as he sees his wet, messy hair in the mirror, brushing a hand through it, trying to tame it while you start brushing your teeth, giggling at his frustrated face.

You find a hairbrush next to the sink, holding it up to him.

“Thanks but… I feel weird using someone else’s hairbrush.”

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth, “Wait, let me try,” you mumble as Peter angles his head down, offering his apple shampoo scented hair to you.

Gently separating the strands, you slowly but surely get rid of the massive tangle in his hair, at all times aware of how his eyes are focussed on your face.

You feel the urge to wipe away the toothpaste that’s still by the corner of your mouth, but you try to appear nonchalant.

“Here,” you offer, “I think your hair-”

He cuts you off by leaning in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

Peter doesn’t even give you a second before he pulls back again, looking at you nervously, now with toothpaste on his lip.

You hold onto his arms, and kiss him again. Just for a few seconds.

You grin at each other afterwards, “You’ve got um,” you motion to your lips.

“Yeah, you too,” he chuckles and you both resume to just brushing your teeth.

As you watch him in the mirror, looking into each other’s eyes, you feel his fingers searching for yours, and quickly take his hand, smiling at him.

You really like this boy.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker #this is like 1.5k words lol #this is quite cute actually lmao #selfcarecap