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imtryingbuck · 4 months

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Seven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 6,178

Warnings: fluff, angst, talks of child abuse - heavily. mentions of injuries and scars on a child. swearing

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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He first met her when he was seven.

The day started off as the same as those that came before; wake up, have breakfast, get ready and head to the east wing of his home to begin his tutoring. Have lunch, carry on with the schoolwork, and be done for the day.

Even after he said his goodbyes to Mrs Mars he was still stuck in a routine.

Day in and day out.

However that day was different because it was Friday. Every Friday his best friend Steve came to stay over for the weekend, every weekend they caused havoc. Not that Winnie or George minded, all week they saw their son miserable until his friend arrived on Fridays at 3pm, not a minute earlier and not a minute later. Sadly that hadn’t happened for three weeks as Steve and his ma had to go to Staten Island for a family emergency.

To Bucky Staten Island was on the other side of the world, so when he found out that Steve had to leave for a few weeks - well he kicked off.

He destroyed everything that was in his path, crying and begging his ma to stop Sarah from taking his best friend away. Promising her that if she let Steve live with them that he would be on his best behaviour, forever and ever he promised her.

Once he had exhausted himself out and grew tired the whole house went quiet.

For the three weeks that he didn’t see Steve he was quieter, he sulked at his desk and at the dinner table. He was restless, and as the Fridays approached and went by his attitude only grew worse.

Winnie nearly cried in response to hearing Sarah saying that her and Steve would be leaving the next day. Winnie oddly enough found some comfort in knowing that Steve was acting the same way as her beloved James. Winnie had decided that she wasn’t going to tell James about how on that Friday he was going to be reunited with his best friend, keeping it to herself and her husband in order to surprise him.

A seven year old Bucky made his way in to the kitchen glaring at his mother when she told him that he needed to come with her, they made their way to the front door just as a knock cut through the silence.

“Open the door sweetie” she told him, ignoring the glare that was coming from her only son.

Not wanting to be in trouble with his father again he complied with his mothers instructions.

Hand on the door handle he opened the door, the frown he wore day in and day out for 21 days vanished when he sees his best friend standing there.

“S-Stevie?”

“Bucky”

“You’re back?”

“I am”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.“

Both Winnie and Sarah watched on as their sons talked and as Bucky pulled Steve into a bone crushing hug - which didn’t last long as Steve started to scuffle up Bucky’s hair, then both of them started to wrestle with one another.

“Come in Sarah, I’ve missed you my friend” They left the two seven year olds wrestling in the foyer.

Their wrestling match came to an abrupt end when Steve’s asthma got the better of him.

He was playing in the backyard with Steve when he felt eyes on him, Bucky chose to ignore the feeling thinking it was just one of the staff members keeping an eye on the pair.

“Buck get the ball” Steve shouted slightly out of breath.

Nodding he turns to where Steve was pointing, frowning at not being able to see it straight away. “Steve I can’t find it!”

“Do that means I win this round?” Steve shouted back.

“No! Why did you have to kick it so hard?”

“Because I’m the best!”

“No you’re not! I’ve found it!”

Bucky bends down to grab the ball, ball under his arm he stops when he hears someone talking. He knows he shouldn’t go and check it out but he’s never really listened to his father, so he drops the ball again and climbs over the fence that separates the woods from his garden.

“-Miss Ladybug come back”

He watches a girl; a little bit smaller than him with wild bushy hair, the dress she wore was ratty and ripped on the bottom. He notices dirt on her arms and neck and that she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

“-Mr Ant that tickles, what have you been up to today?”

“Ants don’t talk.”

“You scared me!”

He watches her spin around to face him, his eyes widen when he sees the dark bruise around her eye and her bottom lip having dried blood on it.

However even at seven years old he likes the bright colour of her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m Bucky what’s your name?”

“Y/n, Ducky’s a weird name”

“It’s Bucky not Ducky”

“Can I call you Ducky?”

“Fine. But I get to call you…um Bunny!”

“But my names not Bunny it’s Y/n”

“My names not Ducky but I’m letting you call me that. So Bunny what are you doing?”

The girl waves him over and smiles “Look Miss Ladybug and Mr Ant are friends”

“They can’t be friends”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense, Miss Ladybug should be friends with other ladybugs and not ants.”

“They can be friends.”

“They can’t”

“Yes the can!”

“Whatever. Why don’t you have shoes on?” He asks changing the subject.

“I don’t have any, what are you doing here?”

“Why don’t you have any shoes?”

“My parents are poor.”

“Mine are rich”

“Oh. I guess you live in that house over there?”

“Yeah, where’s your house?”

“On the other side of the woods. It’s super small and poorly”

“How can a house be poorly?”

“I don’t know but that’s what my mama says. Do you want to play fairies with me?”

From where they were stood they called hear Steve calling for Bucky, he watches as her smile fades slowly.

“I’ve can’t, got to go back to my friend. I can see you tomorrow?”

“Okay!” She beams up at him.

“Bye Bunny”

“Bye Ducky”

She watches him as he walks away, her tiny arm still waving side to side long after he climbs over the fence.

“Buck what took you so long?” Steve questions from his place on the ground.

“I-I met someone Stevie” Sitting down next to his friend.

“What do you mean?”

“Her names Y/n-“

“Her? A girl?”

“Yes a girl. She’s pretty Stevie, b-but she had bruises on her face and arms I thought it was mud at first but I got closer-“

“You met a girl that is pretty?”

Rolling his eyes “stop butting in! But yes, real pretty. I like her eyes”

“Bucky loves a girl, Bucky loves a girl-“ Steve sings as he runs around the garden.

“No I don’t!” Bucky shouts as he runs around after the blonde.

The next day Bucky leaves Steve in the living room so he could draw, his asthma had worsen over night so he wasn’t up to playing games.

“Go and see your girlfriend”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“But you love her”

“I don’t love her Steve! Stop saying that. I’ll be back soon okay?”

“Okay, have fun”

Climbing over the fence he wasted no time in going to the spot he had saw her the day before, frowning when he couldn’t see her.

“Y/n? Bunny?”

“Up here Ducky”

He looks up and sees her sitting on the branch of the many trees that filled the woods.

“What are you doing up there?”

“Hiding”

“From what?”

“The monsters”

“What monsters?”

“The worst kind of monsters” He’s about to reply when she drops down from where she was perched “they call themselves the tickle monsters!”

She laughs at his deadpanned look. “How old are you Bunny?”

“Six, you?”

“Seven. Can I ask you something?”

“Okay”

“What happened to your face?”

“My father is not nice. He drinks special juice and gets mad”

Bucky stands and watches her twiddle her fingers, feeling bad about asking her that question but he was curious.

“He gets mad and hurts me, I don’t know why but I don’t think he likes me very much. Do you like me?” She continues and asks.

“I like you. You’re my friend Bunny” Smiling when he sees her smile.

“I’ve never had a real friend before. Your my friend Ducky”

“I have another friend his name is Steve, he gets poorly a lot”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure but he’s great” Bucky states as he picks up a twig off the ground.

“Would he be my friend too?” Y/n asks and copies what he did, waving the twig around in the air.

“Maybe”

“I would like that.”

Y/n took him to her favourite spots in the woods, introducing him to the animals she named. He liked it, liked her.

“It’s getting colder” he says as they walk around.

“It is. You should go home, I’ll walk you”

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay out later my mama is at her job and I don’t want to go home just yet”

“What about food? You need to have dinner”

“I’ll eat some berries like always, father doesn’t know how to cook not like my mama”

“You can come with me if you want, my ma wont mind”

“I’m dirty but it’s okay. Will I see you tomorrow Ducky?”

“Your smelly too and yeah I’ll see you tomorrow”

“You’re smelly!” She giggles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Bunny”

“See you tomorrow Ducky”

The next day after Bucky, Steve and their parents got back from church he ran into the kitchen to ask the cook to make him some sandwiches. Saying his thanks he leaves Steve once again to go and see his Bunny.

“Bunny what happened?” He says as he see her in the same spot they keep meeting in.

One side of her face was swollen with dried blood splatters darted across her face. Her left eye was completely swollen shut and her lip had been split again.

“Ducky you’re here! I’ve been waiting ages”

“I’m here Bunny but what happened?”

“I thought you wasn’t coming”

“Y/n what happened to your face?”

“My father got mad last night when I came home. I like your clothes”

“I had to go church, why was he mad?”

“He ran out of his special juice” she shrugged one shoulder.

“Have you had any food today?”

“Just a few berries. I won’t be able to play today my arm really poorly”

“I brought you some sandwiches the cook made them”

“You can eat them Ducky”

“It’s for you, eat and I’ll take you to my home and have my ma look at your arm”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

“I’m dirty…I don’t want to get mud in your home, I’ll be okay promise”

“Don’t be silly Bunny, eat”

He watches as she carefully undoes the foil that kept the sandwiches safe, her eyes going up to his he smiles and nods. “We’ll have to take the long way round I don’t think you can climb the fence”

“It will get better just like last time Ducky, I’ll be okay. Thank you for the food”

“My ma can help she’s a nurse”

“I-I…I’ll be fine Ducky I swear it”

Bucky wasn’t having any of it. He was going to drag Bunny home to get his ma’s help whether she liked it or not. He didn’t know why but he felt such an overwhelming urge to protect her, he didn’t want her to have bruises on her pretty face anymore or see her pretty eyes sad.

He’s only known her for a few days and all he wants is for her to be safe.

Bucky watches silently as she devours the ham sandwiches, regret washing over him when he realises he forgot to bring a drink with him for her to have.

“Thank you Ducky, it was very yummy” she says as soon as she swallows the last bit of food.

“It’s okay Bun-“

The rest of his sentence dies on the tip of his tongue, Y/n looks at him with wide eyes, the fear drowns him whole at the monstrous booming voice coming from the other side of the woods.

“Y/n! Get home now you bitch!”

“I-I-I have t-to go. Bye Bucky” she whispers as she stands up on shaky legs.

“Bunny come with me” he whispers back afraid to speak any louder the monster will get him and his Bunny. He leans on his knees to hold her good hand as a way to get her to stay with him and not to go towards the voice that echos over the silent woods.

“I-I can’t-“

“Get back here you fucking cunt!” The voice sounds again, angrier and louder this time.

“Bye Bucky” She pulls her hand away and takes off running towards the monster that awaits her. Bucky can only watch, scared for his friend, his Bunny.

The woods fall silent once again.

On Monday after he was released from Mrs Mars’s clutches he runs into the kitchen to ask the cook if she could make sandwiches once again. Saying his thanks he runs through the doors and into the garden and over the fence.

“Bunny?”

No response.

Looking up in the trees to see if she was hiding again his shoulders sagged in defeat when she wasn’t there.

So he waited. And waited. And waited.

It was getting dark and truth be told he was kind of scared of the tall trees that looked mean and scary in the darkness.

Reluctantly he left, slowly putting one foot in front of the other just to see if she’ll come back to see him, before he knew it he was back at the fence.

Tuesday he did his whole routine and once again asking the cook for sandwiches he takes off to the woods.

“Y/n? Bunny it’s Ducky…”

No response.

This time he ventured further in and went to the places Y/n had shown him, coming up empty he made his way back to the spot. The hope he had disappearing when she wasn’t there waiting for him.

So he waited. And waited. And waited.

Like the day before he took his time in reaching the fence, however moving just as slower in hopes of hearing her voice.

It didn’t happen.

It was Wednesday and like the past two days he repeats his actions. Frustration and sadness are the only emotions he feels when he sees that she’s not there once again.

Bucky repeated his actions for two weeks straight. On the first Friday he had even took Steve over the fence in hopes that if she senses that he brought his friend with him that she’d come back to him. Steve thought he was going crazy, honestly. He generally thought that Bucky had made the whole thing up just to mess with him.

It was Saturday and it had been almost three weeks without seeing her. Bucky thought Steve was right about him making it up, he thought that maybe she was his imaginary friend but she looked, sounded and felt so real.

Bucky promised Steve that this would be the last day that he ventured out into the woods to try and find her. After helping Steve over the fence he climbed over and both made their way to the designated spot.

They’d been out there for a while when Steve spoke up.

“Buck come on she’s not real”

“But she is. I know she is”

“Let’s go please it’s really cold”

He was right, the winter air was getting colder now. Nodding he turns around and helps Steve off the ground, walking back in the direction of his home Steve speaks again.

“What did you say?”

“What?”

“Did you not just say something?”

“No what did you hea-“

In the distance he hears the voice that he had been wanting to hear for three weeks now, the voice belonging to Bunny.

“D-Ducky!”

He spins around and his heart drops. She’s there, getting closer to him and Steve. Her smile takes up most of her face as she limps as fast as she could towards the two boys.

“Bunny!” He says just as he takes off running towards her. His legs pushing him faster than ever before.

Once she was in reach he wasted no time in pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her, just like he seen his father do to his ma.

“Sweet Bunny you’re here” he lightly pants into her bushy hair.

“I’ve missed you Ducky”

“I’ve missed you too Bunny”

Steve stands just off to the side watching the scene in front of him. She’s real and his best friend isn’t crazy he thinks to himself.

Bucky slowly pulls away from her, his smile fading at seeing the damage and pain caused to her face close up. A cough from the side of them have their attention taken away from one another to the blonde standing there.

“Y/n this is Steve my best friend, Steve this is Y/n my Bunny”

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” Steve says waving awkwardly.

“Hi. Will you be my friend too?” Y/n asks shyly, burrowing in closer to Bucky’s embrace.

“Yeah but you have to be mine too”

“Yes!”

Bucky smiles before turning his full attention to Y/n. “Bunny…what happened?”

“I wasn’t allowed to come out. I was naughty”

“D-did your father do this?”

“Yeah. Hey look I lost two teeth” she smiled baring her teeth, and sure enough she was missing her two front ones.

“Where did you lose them?” Bucky chuckles.

“I don’t know” she shrugs with a giggle.

“Bunny I’m going to take you to my ma and she’ll take care of your face”

“It’s fine Ducky I promise”

“Ducky?” Steve questions with a small laugh following.

“His name is Ducky and I’m Bunny” she says proudly.

“That’s cute!”

“Steve. Shut up. Bunny come on”

Both boys have to convince Y/n to follow them and accept help, Bucky notices the limp she has was getting worse as they walked back to the fence and he worries that if they go the long way around she’s going to be in more pain so he tells his two friends that he’s going to help Y/n over the fence first then he’ll help Steve.

Easier said than done.

After struggling to pull himself over the fence for what felt like the hundredth time he gently took Bunny’s hand in his and marched off as if he was on a mission.

“D-Ducky…what if your ma doesn’t want to help and we can’t be friends anymore” She whispers as the trio get closer to the huge house.

“She will help you I promise and we’ll always be friends Bunny don’t worry”

Steve opens the door that leads into the kitchen and holds it open for the two, shutting it behind him he follows closely. Ignoring the muddy footprints that Y/n leaves behind her.

The trio follows the sound of music that comes from the living room, when they reach the room they see Bucky’s parents slow dancing to the hum of the song.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

Steve looks down at his shoes.

Y/n watches with a smile gracing her lips, her eyes following their movements.

“Ma” Bucky says loudly startling the couple.

“Jame-oh my goodness, James who is this and what happened?” Winnie starts before her eyes land on Y/n. Detaching herself from George she moves closer to the girl.

“This is Y/n she needs help Ma”

Winnie lands on her knees with a soft thud in front of Y/n, her hands going slowly and gently to the little girls arms - noticing her hand linked together with her sons. “Hello sweetie, I’m Winnie I’m going to clean your wounds for you okay? Would you like to come with me please?”

“O-okay” she says hesitantly her eyes going from Winnie’s to Bucky’s who nods and smiles at her.

Winnie takes her free hand in hers and waits for Bucky to untangle his fingers from the girl, she leads her upstairs to the bathroom, speaking softly to the girl as they go.

“This will sting sweetie but I’ll be as gentle as I can be, let me know if I’m hurting you okay” she says after she’s sat Y/n on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Okay”

Winnie takes a few wipes from the packet and moves closer to the girl who sits there swinging her legs back and forth. Slowly wiping the ray of cuts that cover the girls face she can’t help but wonder who would hurt such a beautiful creature.

“My son James, he didn’t do this did he?” Hating herself for even asking but she had to be sure.

“No Miss, m-my father is not nice”

“Your father did this?” Halting her movements she watches as the girl nods. “Where’s your mother?”

“Mama goes to her job”

“Where does she work?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in two weeks, do you know where she is?”

Oh how Winnie’s heart breaks.

“I haven’t sweetie, does your father hurt your mama?”

“Yes. Did you know that Ducky’s my friend”

“Ducky?”

“Bucky”

Winnie chuckles which causes Y/n to giggle “you call him Ducky?”

“Yes and he calls me Bunny. Why did you call him James Miss?”

“Call me Winnie darling and because James is first name, his middle name is Buchanan but Stevie calls him Bucky”

“And I call him Ducky” Y/n giggles loudly.

“You do. Sweetie do you have any more cuts that I need to clean?”

Winnie watches as her face drops and as she scoots further back on the toilet. Clutching her tatty dress a little tighter in her tiny hands.

“I-I can help you Y/n, it’s okay I promise”

“Yo-you won’t be mad?”

“No my love I won’t be mad”

Y/n pushes herself off the seat until she stands up, her eyes finding the tiled flooring more interesting as her hands pull the bottom of her dress further up her thin body.

Winnie had to slap her hand across her mouth as she sees the unmistakable light red lines of scars mapping across the girls’ very thin, bruised thighs.

“Sw-Sweetie, i-is there more?” Her heart cracking as Y/n nods again, pulling her dress further up until Winnie had to help in pulling the whole ratty thing off her.

She fights with herself trying to keep the tears at bay as her eyes dart around from one scar to the next. She fights off the thought of how any of them happened out of her head, she knows if she let that thought in she wouldn’t be able to sleep ever again.

“M-my father gets mad when he runs out of his special juice. It’s my fault because I’m a stupid bitch a-and a worthless cunt” her eyes go to the ceiling as she remembers the words that her father calls her most days.

“No no no my sweetie, you are none of them things you hear me? Y/n you are such a sweet girl, oh come here my sweet baby” Winnie says as she brings the girl into her warm embrace gently wrapping her arms around Y/n’s slim body, pressing light kisses to her forehead. She lets the tears fall freely.

Since Y/n wasn’t so use to feeling of loving hands on her she tenses up. She was confused by Winnie’s words and affection all she wanted was her Ducky.

After a while Winnie pulls away, wiping her tears with the backs of her hands she stands up on shaky legs. “I’m going to run you a nice hot bath, it will help. I promise” she turns to where the bathtub sat when she felt small hands tug lightly on her dress. Looking down she sees Y/n standing looking scared.

“It’s okay, here take my hand”

Filling the bathtub full of water she lets Y/n pull her underwear down and Winnie helps her into the tub.

“I’m just going to ask George to get some clothes for you and I’ll help you wash your hair okay? I’ll be right back I promise”

“O-okay”

“Bucky who’s that girl?”

“Y/n” he says as he watches his ma and Bunny go upstairs, he starts to follow when his fathers hand stops him.

“I know but who is she? Where did you find her?”

“In the woods-“

“You’re not suppose to go out there!” George scolds.

“I know! But I did and she’s my friend now”

Bucky really doesn’t understand what the big deal is, okay so he disobeyed his fathers order of not going over the fence but if he didn’t he wouldn’t have met Y/n.

George sighs and crouches down to his sons level “son what would have happened if you fell or hurt yourself and me and your mother couldn’t get to you huh? Listen son I’m not that mad at you okay, I just worry”

“I-I’m sorry dad”

“It’s okay. Do you know who’s hurt her?”

“Her father” he spits out in disgust “he drinks special juice and he hurts my Bunny!”

George is puzzled by what this special juice could of been before it clicks, sighing at the memories of him calling the alcohol that his father use to drink when he was younger comes up after so many years of repressing the memories.

“Oh son-“

“It’s not fair dad, why does he do it? She’s amazing and pretty and funny and weird and she’s my friend and sh-she’s my Bunny-“

“James breath! Come on son breathe with me a-and Steve, watch what we’re doing. There you go, oh come here sweet boy” George says seeing the tears fall from his sons eyes, pulling him into his arms he lets his son cry.

He hears sniffles coming from the side of him and he sees Steve crying too so he wastes no time in opening his arms for his unofficial adopted son for him to run into the hug too.

They stay in the hug before Bucky pulls away first, wiping his tears “dad can we go up and wait for ma to finish? I-I want to be with Bunny p-please”

“Of course, come on” he holds his hands out for his sons to place theirs in his before moving towards and up the stairs.

George and Steve sit down on the wooden floor as they watch Bucky pace back and forth, his eyes going from the bathroom door to the floor and back again.

“Dad what’s taking so long?”

“I’m not sure son, it’s okay though your mother knows what she’s doing don’t worry”

“It’s been so long though”

“Bucky come and sit down and tell me why you call her Bunny, ay?”

“She calls him Ducky, George” Steve giggles and George has to stifle his laugh as Bucky glares at Steve.

“Ducky, um strange. So Bunny?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and sits down next to his father “she calls me Ducky because she said Bucky was a strange name, I call her Bunny because she’s cute…like a bunny.” He shrugs, lightly tapping his knees with his fingers.

“I think Bucky loves Bunny” Steve tries and fails to whisper to George.

“I don’t love her Steven!”

“You sure James?”

“I. Do. No. Love. Her!” Bucky growls.

“Boys calm down, Steve stop winding Bucky up about him loving Bunny and Bucky just admit you love her” George laughs which gets slightly louder as Bucky starts hitting him.

“I do not! That’s gross! Girls are gross”

“Girls aren’t gross James”

“Yes they are. Bunny’s yucky”

Steve and George share a look full of mischief just as they start chanting “Bucky loves Bunny”.

“I hate you both!” Bucky says standing up to begin his pacing again.

“Buck we’re only messing with you” George starts “your right girls are gross and yucky”

“Dad can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can”

“Can Bunny live with us? I’ll be extra good and I won’t ask for anything for my birthday or for Christmas I promise”

“I-I’m not sure son-“

“Why not? Please dad-“

“Because she has parents Bucky-“

“Her dad hurts her!”

“She has a mother?”

“Yeah but-“

“Bucky-“

“I’ll run away and I’ll take Bunny with me.”

Sighing whilst sliding his hands down his face George is about to reply when the bathroom door opens, Winnie waving him over.

“Is Bunny okay ma?”

“She is darling I just need to talk to your father for a second”

“Can I see her?”

“Not yet, she’s in the bath. George can you go and get some clothes from James’s room please”

“Of course my love”

Bucky and Steve watches as George heads down the corridor and slipping into Bucky’s bedroom, not long after he comes back with a red checkered pants and a woolly sweater and some socks.

“Will this be okay?”

“Yes, thank you. How about you take the boys downstairs and start doing dinner? Make enough so that Y/n can join us” Winnie smiles trying not to look George in his eyes knowing that he’ll know that she’s been crying and she really didn’t want the boys knowing that their friend is covered in scars.

“Come boys you can help me, you have to make sure I don’t burn the house down”

Bucky waits until Steve and his dad is a little further down the hallway, turning to his mom he cocks his head to the side. “Ma…is she really okay?”

“She will be James, you should be proud of yourself for bringing her home to get help”

“Yeah…Ma I already asked dad but can Y/n live with us? I’ll be extra good I swear!”

“We-I-Bucky please go downstairs and help your father and Stevie with dinner”

Huffing loudly he nods and heads to the kitchen.

Winnies heart breaks as the hope vanishing from her sons eyes at the prospect of Y/n living with them. She couldn’t lie that the thought of having her in their home where she was safe and protected hadn’t crossed her mind, sadly she knew she just couldn’t kidnap the child no matter how bad her home life was.

“These belong to James but you can wear them, let’s get you cleaned up before we have some dinner”

After carefully cleaning Y/n’s body with the sponge and lavender body wash Winnie took her time in washing the girls hair, slowly untangling the knots apologising every time she snagged a rough one.

Once cleaned, dried and wearing warm clothes Winnie started on brushing Y/n’s hair, taking her time once again as the girls hair was curly and bushier than before.

“All done my sweetie. Let’s go and get some food in our tummies, yeah?”

“A-are you sure Miss?”

“Of course, you must be hungry”

Y/n nods and holds out her hand for Winnie to take, the woman does so with a smile on her lips and leads them downstairs to the kitchen. Steve was the first one to notice Winnie and Y/n standing at the archway he had to blink a few times to make sure it was really his new friend standing there.

“Buck” Steve whispers towards Bucky.

“What?” He whispers back.

“Look”

“Wha-Bunny!” Bucky noticing the blonde staring off so his bright blue eyes followed, landing on Y/n. Dropping the cutlery on the side he rushes over instantly pulling her in for a hug. “You smell nice an-and your hair isn’t wild no more”

“I had a bath Ducky!” She beams proudly, hugging him just as tight as he was.

Winnie’s eyes found George’s smiling sadly at her husband as she moves closer to him.

Steve stands there for a few minutes before slowly moving towards his friends and wrapping his arms around the pair.

“It’s called spaghetti and it’s nice” Bucky says showing Y/n how to twirl her fork around the food, after he had to stop her from picking up the food with her hands.

“It looks like wormies” she giggles.

“It’s nicer then worms Bunny”

She soon gets the hang of twirling the spaghetti around the fork and everyone’s taken back by the fact she’s the first one to eat every last bit of the home cooked meal.

“Would you like seconds Y/n? There’s plenty more left” George says already standing up to place more on her plate.

“Seconds?” She asks.

“It means you can have more Bunny” Bucky informs her.

“I-I-am I allowed Ducky?”

“Yeah, do you want so more?”

“Yes. It’s very yummy”

George piles more food on her plate, feeling rather proud of himself that someone likes his cooking - at the weekends the staff have the two days off and normally Winnie takes over cooking, on the rare occasions that George cooks everybody complains about it being burnt or undercooked.

“Thank you Mr” Y/n whispers before digging in again.

Her plate is once again empty before anyone else’s.

Y/n sits patiently waiting for Bucky to finish, her eyes fluttering around the room looking from one thing to the next when her eyes dart straight to Winnie who’s sitting there chuckling, Y/n has no idea what is funny but she starts to giggle too smiling widely at the woman.

“Darling what’s so funny?” George asks from his seat at the end of the table.

“Sweetie look at James for me” Winnie tells Y/n so she does. Bucky bursts out laughing when his Bunny looks at him with spaghetti sauce covering her lower face…and somehow a bit on her eyebrow.

“Bunny you’re messy again” Bucky laughs, taking his napkin and lightly and as gently as he could he starts rubbing the sauce off her face.

“Sorry”

“It’s okay Bun, all…clean”

“It just means that you enjoyed your dinner” George tells her.

“It was yummy. Thank you Mr Ducky’s dad”

“You can call me George sweetheart”

After dinner was done, they move into the living room, Bucky helps Y/n onto the couch and he sits next to her. Steve sitting on the other side of Y/n.

“Ma, dad can Y/n live with us now?”

“James I’ve told you it’s not that simple son” George starts before looking over at Winnie silently begging her to help him out.

“Your fathers right darling, she has a mama who is probably worried about her”

“But-“

“No buts James-“

“Please Ma”

“It’s okay Ducky, my father has gone away until Wednesday I’ll be okay and I’ll get to see you tomorrow and the next day”

“Sweetie…what do you mean? Where’s he gone?” Winnie asks.

“He said he had to go to Mexico for work, do you know where Mexico is? It’s super far away!”

“And where’s your mama?”

“I’m not sure I’ve not seen her in two weeks Miss Winnie doesn’t know where she is, do you know?”

“N-no I don’t sweetheart. Is there anyone at your house?”

“No”

“Who would be looking after you whilst your father is away?” Winnie then asks.

“No one, I have to go to my spot in the woods like before”

Winnie looks at George in what can be described as horror. George looks at Bucky who just shrugs.

“The spot you took me to Bunny?”

“Yeah…do I go now Ducky?”

“No!” Winnie and George shouts causing the three children to jump further backwards in their seats.

“No, we meant you can stay with us until Wednesday w-when your father gets back” Winnie says quietly.

“Yes!” Bucky cheers pulling Y/n under his arm “it’s going to be so much fun Bunny!”

Y/n giggles and nods.

Winnie tucks Y/n into bed in one of the spare rooms, she sits on the bed looking at the little girl as she brushes her hair out of her face.

“Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah, thank you Miss Winnie”

“You don’t need to thank me darling, would you like me to leave the light on for you?”

“No it’s okay”

“Okay, I’ll leave the door cracked open a little bit for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Night night my sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow” she bends down and places a kiss to the girls forehead. Winnie freezes by the door staring into the darkness as she hears-

“Night night mama”

She meets George in the living room where she breaks down crying, telling him what she had saw on the tiny body belonging to Bucky’s friend, her husband holds her and cries himself.

A few glasses of wine later they head to bed themselves, Winnie stopping as she sees Y/n’s door fully shut, opening the wooden door she smiles at seeing her son in bed with Y/n, holding her tightly in his arms.

George comes up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and smiles. Whispering to her that they should go to bed, Winnie closes the door quietly.

“Night night my sweet Bunny” Bucky whispers into the darkness, kissing her forehead lightly, he heads off to dreamland.

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multifandomgirl08 · 1 month

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The Moment You Smiled At Me [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Pre-Established Relationship)

Summary: The evening that started it all for Max and Reader.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: Title taken from the song Rain by Sleep Token.

Words: 2.3k

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Max had always hated going to these FIA parties. It had nothing to do with racing, and although he had no issue with supporting the sport and the people that were coming up in it. He saw no real reason as to why they had to get dressed up. Wouldn’t it have just been easier to give out these awards at the end of the season during the last race and calling it done?

He was caught in a small group of people who were waiting to get their picture taken on the blue carpet. Some of them he knew and the others he didn’t. He could see people walking around before making their way inside to the tables not stopping by for more than a glance at him.

Max glanced down at his watch to check the time and instead caught the sight of light blue fabric out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up wondering if he could see who was wearing the color, but all he saw was the back of a dress belonging to a woman who had her arms locked with a man. They disappeared into the room.

Eventually, Max had managed to make his way out of the group that he was stuck with and inside towards the tables, people weren’t sitting yet. His eyes traveled over the room wondering about the light blue dress he saw. He tried to tell himself that it was nothing, but his eyes' normal laser-sharp focus seemed to be playing a trick on him.

But then he saw it again. It was going towards the front of the stage, just a little far from where he stood. He looked a little higher and saw a wide feminine smile greet him. He felt the need to fix his posture or at the very least making it seem like he wasn’t miserable being here, but was quick to realize that she may be looking past him and not at him.

He looked behind him to see no one standing there and then back towards her to see her cover her mouth; she was probably laughing at him. He pushed his shoulders back and couldn’t help that his feet led him to her.

As he got closer he realized that he didn’t know her. Never seen her before in his life, and maybe heading straight to her was… strange.

He didn’t want to just outright ask her why she smiled at him or why she laughed at him as he looked behind himself earlier. Maybe she just did that, smiling at strangers that she didn’t know.

“Smiling at random people again, Y/N?” He heard as someone walked up to her, Y/N.

“Maybe.” She said as if it was nothing.

“I don’t know how you can just kill people with your kindness.”

“Fatal flaw.”

“Right,” He heard as a retort. “I’ll see you at the table.”

Max saw her give him a half nod before he finally came up to her.

“You’re date?” He couldn’t help but ask before he reached up to pat his hair down. He knew that it wasn’t sticking up since he had put on hair jell before he left his hotel.

Her eyes met his quickly, “No, my co-worker. I’m just his plus one.”

“Oh, what do you do?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Private banking, I’m always traveling for work though. I can’t wait for the day when I’ll be able to work from home full time.”

Max lifted his eyebrows at her words. “Don’t like traveling?”

“I do, sometimes. I’m just a homebody.”

“I’m like that. I’m gone from home more than I would like.” He liked being at home with the cats, not having his phone to worry about, and spending time with his son. Nico was such a wonder to him. He was just over a year old and was walking and touching things that he shouldn’t. Jimmy was not happy when Nico had decided to pull his tail one time.

He wanted to tell her that story but knew that he shouldn’t. She didn’t know that he had a son, and he didn’t want it to get out.

“What about you? What do you do?” She asked. Before he could answer Christian came up to him.

“Max, I hate to interrupt but you’ve got to go up. They’re starting the ceremony soon.” Max silently glared at Christian for a moment.

“That’s okay.” She said reaching towards the table for her handbag. “It was nice talking to you, Max.”

She quickly bowed her head a little before going off towards the tables that faced the stage. It seemed like she didn’t know who he was, or what he did for a job given that she bothered asking him what it was he did.

His eyes followed her until she sat down next to who she claimed to be her co-worker. Christian put his hand on his shoulder, ready to lead him up the stage. Waiting while they lowered the lights and made all of the introductions felt like it took forever. It was like waiting behind the safety car after there was a yellow flag.

Finally, he managed to get up on stage to present the award for Rookie of the Year. He awkwardly ran through the speech that he was given and tried to keep his eyes towards the crowd but couldn’t help it when they kept drifting back to you in the light blue dress that you were wearing.

You weren’t talking to anyone while he was up on the stage. Eventually after painstakingly finishing the speech and handing the award over to Oscar Piastri, he made his way off the stage and back into the crowd of people sitting at the tables.

The rest of the speeches came to an end after a while. People started to make their way out of the room and out towards the hallway. Max hadn’t been pulled into any conversations luckily.

There was a familiar feeling of his phone buzzing in the inside pocket of his tux jacket. He pulled it out to see that it was his mom. He stepped out of the room, hoping to move away from everyone as much as he could.

He ended up outside by the valet watching as a few people were already leaving. If this wasn’t a work obligation he would have done the same and tried to leave as soon as he could.

He pulled his phone out to call his mom back. It rang in his ear.

“Mum?” He questioned after the line picked up.

“Max,” She started. “I just wanted to let you know that Nico’s asleep. It took him a while to fall asleep.”

Max had flown Sophie to Monaco to spend some time with Nico while he would he was in Paris for the FIA Prize Giving Gala. He would fly home tomorrow and be in back with Nico in a few short hours.

Nico had apparently fallen asleep in Max’s bed with Jimmy and Sassy at Nico’s feet. Sophie had told him that Nico missed him, “I miss him too, Mum.”

It was a few moments later that he said goodbye and promised to be home and back with Nico before dinner tomorrow. He pushed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket.

He could hear the clack, clack of footsteps against the cobblestones that made up the driveway to the hotel. Someone was wearing a pair of heels. Max looked in the direction of the sound to see her again.

She stood a few meters away from him, with her black bag in hand and her arms wrapped around herself. She looked like she was cold, the slit on her dress did go up quite high on her leg.

He gave himself a moment just in case someone came after her, but she just stood there looking as people kept getting into different cars.

He slowly walked up to her, “You need help, a jacket maybe?” He asked.

She looked over at him. “I’m fine.”

He could feel her eyes on his jacket. He moved to undo the button, she looked cold. He pulled it off his shoulders.

“I insist.” He said, opening it for her so she could put it on.

She moved closer to him laying the fabric over her shoulders. It only took a few moments before he saw that she looked more comfortable with it on.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s Paris, and it’s November. I’m surprised it’s not snowing.”

“That’s true. I figured that the Gala would be over before it got too cold.” Well at least she didn’t mean to catch hypothermia.

“They normally have it in warmer places.”

“You’ve been to the Gala before?” She asked. “I saw you present an award, so I assume that you know more than I would.”

“Yes, my first was in… 2015.” It was back when he was in Formula 3, he doesn’t remember what it was for now.

“They always this boring?”

“Yes,” He answered honestly. “They don’t change much.”

Max couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. He didn’t know what to talk to her about, he could bring up what she had said earlier, and he was just about to when,

“You didn’t tell me what you do,” She started to say. “Before we were interrupted inside.”

“I drive in Formula 1.”

She gave him a silent nod.

“You like it?” She asked. He didn’t know if he should answer honestly but there was that feeling again that told him he should.

“Sometimes,” He said with sincerity. “I like being with my team, and driving the car. Other things, like this, I don’t really like.”

“I’m sure it’s not all bad.” She was right. It wasn’t all bad, driving in Formula 1 gave him a lot, even with the parts that he didn’t like.

“No,” He said with a slight shrug. “But it doesn’t really give me a whole lot of time for other things.”

Between his F1 schedule and Nico he didn’t really have any time for much else. He had tried dating over the last year and it never seemed to end well. They always ended up wanting to move faster then he was ready for.

“I’m sure if it matters you’ll make time.” She said. He didn’t know why her saying that seemed like it had a softer tone to it after the words moved past her lips.

He couldn’t help but let out a smile. If only she knew the things that he had made time for over the last year.

“Of course, I’m sure your boyfriend feels the same.” He said, as a way to see if she would correct him again.

“Co-worker,” She corrected him just like he wanted. She smiled back at him.

“He wishes, right?” He asked, with a slight laugh to his tone.

“More than you can know.” He could hear her chuckle. So she obviously knew that her “co-worker” invited her here with other intentions.

“You can always go on a date with someone else. So he knows you're not interested.” He offered as if that would actually help her situation.

“You make a good point.” She had just said when the guy from earlier had come out to stand next to her.

“Ready to go, Y/N?” He asked.

“In a moment.” She said with a smile. Y/N didn’t leave him right after.

“Do you have your phone on you?” She asked him.

Max widened his eyes. Was she doing what he thinks she is?

“Uhm, jacket pocket on the right.” He watched her pull his phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket, she turned his phone to him silently asking for him to unlock it for her. He didn’t even take it out of her hand. Just moved a little closer to put his face in view of the front camera so that it would unlock.

She moved to type something in before handing him his phone back and then quickly pulled her own phone out of her bag. He looked down at the screen for a few seconds before a text showed up with the words, Think he’ll take the hint this time?

He heard the closing of her bag before he saw her pull the jacket from her shoulders, slowly handing it back to him, almost as if she didn’t want to lose the warmth the jacket had provided her in those short moments.

“Call me, if you’re ever in London.” She said with their hands brushing and gave him a wide smile before following the guy to a black towncar. His eyes followed her and he couldn’t help but slightly flex his hand from feeling their skin touch. Before she got inside the car she gave him a second look. He couldn’t help but feel a little like he couldn’t breathe, like he had just gotten out of the car after Singapore, watching her leave him standing there. His head was spinning a bit.

He wasn’t sure if he really should. Max would never say that he was the best at flirting and he was sure that this only proved it. But somehow, she still gave him her number and told him to call her.

He took a moment and then pushed the thought away, it was probably just to get the guy to back off.

It was the last week of November, Max had finished up early with all of his sponsorship things at the Factory. He would be leaving to go back to Monaco in a day or two and he couldn’t help but look through the text messages on his phone until he came across the text from Y/N again.

He had thought of her a bit since the Gala. He thought of her, and their conversations. It had taken him a bit before he had realized that she wouldn’t have given him her real number if she didn’t want to talk to him again.

He opened her contact information before pressing on her number to give her a call. Maybe he was ready to make time in his life for someone that could understand him, and eventually his son.

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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i love plug!eren sm that’s literally my husband and as much as i love writing about how good he fucks let’s talk about how good he is at aftercare!!!!

“s-shit m’gonna cum, take it take all that shit,” eren grunted into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. you were squeezing onto his hand for dear life as he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm, his warm cum filling you up while you shook in his arms. you’d think after five rounds of sex he’d be too tired to even lift his head from your neck but here he was already standing up to retrieve a warm washcloth, but not before giving your puffy lips three quick kisses.

you sighed dreamily as if you were in a daze, you grabbed the post sex blunt he rolled earlier and lit it. “i know you didn’t spark that shit without me,” eren chuckled as he walked in the room with a rag in hand. “i’m sorryyy i couldn’t help myself,” you giggled throwing your arm over your face. eren was a little pouty at first but his frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you offered the blunt to him. “wanna take a bath when i’m done?” he asked settling between your parted legs. you shook your head mumbling something about being too tired.

the next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as eren cleaned you up, the only sound being heard was ‘pretty little birds’ playing lowly from eren’s speaker. “m’gonna hit the block tomorrow for a bit but i’ll still be able to take you to your nail appointment,” he spoke softly running washcloth over your thigh. you hummed at his words even though you weren’t completely listening all the way—i mean how could you focus when he looks so damn good post sex??? you took another hit of the blunt before speaking, “can you stay with me until i’m done? maybe we can get food afterwards?” eren nodded his head, “of course i will you know i always do.”

it was now time for your fav part of aftercare—the cuddling!!! your head was laid on his chest as he gently ran his tatted hand up and down your back. “i can already tell i’m gonna be sore tomorrow i don’t know how i’m gonna be able to walk properly,” you groaned nuzzling your face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body wash. eren kissed his teeth and you looked up at him with confusion in those cute little doe eyes of yours. “baby, you know i’d carry you to whole different state if you asked. if you don’t feel like walking to the car or even into the salon you know i’ll be ready,” he chuckled running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “you’re the best ren,” you smiled leaning up to give him three kisses.

‘in this darkness’ by clara la san began to play on the speaker and surprisingly enough eren began to hum along to it. “you know this?” you asked making eren smile. “yeah…i remember you played it one time in the car and i kept listening to it after that. kinda reminds me of you,” he said the last part so quietly you almost couldn’t hear but luckily you did. “it reminds you of me? how so?” eren was quiet for a moment before speaking, “just the lyrics and shit, i mean i do get lonely when you aren’t here and before we met my world actually almost did shut down i hated it n’ i was miserable. then you came around and just lit everything up, i was finally happy to get out of bed in the morning all because i knew i’d see or hear from you. not to be corny or whatever but i guess you could say you’re the—i don’t know light of my life or whatever.”

eren glanced at you and immediately regretted everything he said when he saw tears in your eyes, “no no no y/n please don’t start crying i’m just saying shit—” you cut eren off with a long kiss quite literally taking his breath away. “that was so sweet eren you really have a way with words you know? that sounded like it really came from the heart,” your smile was as wide as could be as you gave him another kiss. eren was never the type to put all his emotions out in the open and you could never blame him after hearing what he’d been through, so to hear him express that you were the ‘light of his life’ it meant more than anything.

after about fifteen minutes eren peeked down at your now sleeping figure, little snores coming from your parted lips. he ever so gently set you next to him—not bc he didn’t want you on him he just wanted to admire your face and body one last time for the day before he went to bed. he traced his finger from your eyebrow to your nose that you recently had double pierced, down to your lips that he was itching to kiss. if eren had to pick any part of you he loved the most it would be your lips hands down. he loved the way they looked so pretty all glossed up and shiny, and he loved it even more when you left lipstick prints on him—hence why he’s got a tattoo of a (your) lipstick print on the side of his neck. he could still remember the look of terror on your face as you inspected it but you had grown to love it just like all his other tattoos.

he looked at your naked chest as it rose and fell ever so gently as you slept. he could never quite pinpoint why you had not been happy with how your body looked in the past but he never pried afraid he’d upset you with the question. so instead throughout the expanse of your relationship he made sure to kiss every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfect perfection you had to let you know he thought you were a walking goddess and quite literally everyone including him should be kneeling at your feet.

eren pulled you closer to him and gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before dozing off, hoping that he would see you in his dreams.

#sorry if this is bad btw i wrote it in like 20 mins heh #but man oh man do i love me a good tooth rotting fluff #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot smut #aot fluff #attack on titan smut

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marksmelodies · 5 months

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My Princess

idol jaehyun x bratty fem reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: suggestive, sex, oral, use of the nickname daddy, mentions of size difference

note: jaehyun and the reader are both ADULTS

minors dni!

you lay in your bed freshly washed, teeth brushed, skincare done, pajamas on and ready to go to bed, putting on your favorite show turning off the lights as you settle down from the exhausting day of shopping with your boyfriends credit card that he gave you to use while he was away

you look over at the cold empty space next to you within in the sheets causing a frown to fall onto your face, your boyfriend was on tour, currently he was at the last stop in tokyo and he wasn’t getting home until late tomorrow night, it’s always the last twenty four hours that go by so incredibly slow

you decide to call jaehyun, as the phone rings and rings eventually you are brought to voicemail, instantly you call him again.. no answer, quickly you find marks contact knowing he’s rooming with your boyfriend, you hit the call button, a few rings in mark answers the phone

“yes y/n?” he says slightly annoyed right off the bat

“where’s jaehyun and why is he not answering the phone” you say in a bratty tone

“he’s in the shower right now, try calling him back when he’s out” mark says in a monotone voice

“no, go tell him to answer me ” you whine

“y/n he’s in the shower” mark repeats himself

“i don’t care tell him to answer me right now” you slightly snap at him

“god i don’t understand how he deals with you, you’re insufferable” mark says before knocking on the shower door

“dude your girlfriends bitching at me to tell you to answer your phone” mark yells through the door

“oh shit, okay thanks bro” jaehyun says turning the water off

you get a call from jaehyun as you instantly hang up the phone on mark

“baby i thought we talked about being nicer to my friends” jaehyun says through the phone

“i wasn’t being mean to him, he was just being stupid, maybe if he did what i asked in the first place he wouldn’t have to deal with me yelling at him” you reply rolling your eyes

mark scoffs

“sweetheart, not everyone is going to give you princess treatment like i do” jaehyun says

“why not” you ask as a genuine question

mark laughs at your complete unawareness of how truly entitled you are as he sits in his bed listening to the conversation

“what did you do today princess” jaehyun asks changing the subject to distract you

“i went shopping with daddies money” you say smiling at him

“oh yeah? should daddy expect a call from the bank for fraud again?” he laughs at the amount of times his card has been temporarily frozen because the bank assumed it got stolen

“no i didn’t do that much damage today, plus the bank is so stupid, how are you going to freeze a card with no limit” you complain

“show me what you got pretty girl”

you begin to give jaehyun a hall of everything that you bought earlier

“didn’t do much damage my ass” mark says still listening to your conversation on the other side of the room

“ jaehyun hes being mean do something” you whine

jaehyun looks over to mark giving him a tight lipped smile before mouthing a “sorry”

“you’re getting cranky baby why don’t you get some rest” jaehyun says knowing how you get when you’re tired

you try to deny it but you feel your eyelids drooping “okay fine, i love you jae” you say

“i love you more princess, sweet dreams” he says waiting for you to hang up the phone because if he hung up you’d immediately call back just so you could be the one to end the phone call… you were truly a brat.

“how do you do it bro.. no offense but she’s actually miserable to be around” mark asks

jaehyun sighs, everyone in his life had asked him this question at least once, including his parents

“i love her man.. id give her the world if she asked for it, it’s my fault she’s such a brat i spoil her too much but i love her and her attitude” jaehyun says

“to each their own i guess” mark says

laying in your king size bed you’ve fallen into a deep sleep

hours later the door beeps in the distance signaling that it has been opened as a tired jaehyun pulls his suitcase through the door frame, taking off his shoes and leaving his belongings in the hallway, he was way to exhausted to unpack it right now, shuffling his feet into your shared bedroom he finds you fast asleep as the tv still plays your favorite show, he chuckles at himself as he reaches for the remote to turn the television off

undressing himself he slips under the covers with nothing but his boxers on, carefully turning himself to the side as he wraps his arm around your stomach pulling you closer to his body

at first you were startled but it only took a second to notice the familiar scent and the strong arm wrapping around you as you turn around to face him

“jaehyun?” you say wrapping your arms around his neck as you place one of your legs around his hip latching onto him like a koala

“hey baby i didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers leaving a kiss to your head

“no im glad you did, i thought you didn’t get home till tomorrow night?” you ask

“plans changed and i wanted to surprise you” he says

you smile at him as you squeeze him harder “i missed you so much jae”

“i missed you too sweet girl”

you unwrap yourself from him at you sit up, you really wish you could control yourself right now but having not seen your boyfriend in a month your body naturally reacted by making your panties soaked

you needed him right here, right now

“jae” you whine laying your entire body onto his kissing his jawline as your hands traced his abs

“babe i’m exhausted” jaehyun sighs patting your butt

“but i need you” you pout your lips at him

he can’t help but smile at your desperation “we can do this in the morning” he says

“but i need you now” you say as a spoiled tone leaves your mouth

on nights like tonight your spoiled nature was greatly unappreciated

jaehyun huffs pulling you off of him “go to bed” he says in an annoyed tone

you fall silent for a moment which slightly concerns jaehyun, you never backed off even when he told you to that’s until he hears slight sniffling coming from your side of the bed

“you don’t love me” you say crying

jaehyun takes a deep breath as you truly try his patience “i do love you sweetheart but im tired, i want to go to sleep”

“you think im ugly don’t you, you don’t like me anymore and you’re not happy with our sex life” you cry harder

“what no- where did that even come from i do not think you’re ugly one bit and i love our sex life, remember how much i proved that to you before i left huh?” he asks as you nod your head yes

he scoots closer to you wiping your tears

“what did i tell you before i left?” he asks

“that i have the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen” you say dead serious

he laughs at your statement “well yeah i did say that and i meant it but what else did i say”

“hm? you said that you promised to pump a whole lot babies into me and get me all pregnant” you say again

jaehyun face palms himself “yes i said that too but i also said that i love you more than anything else in this entire world, and that i’ll love you until the day that i die, remember that?” he asks as you shake your head yes

there wasn’t many times that jaehyun told you no and when he did you always threw a tantrum about it, however jaehyun always came up with a compromise to make you happy

“you can warm me tonight and in the morning i’ll show you how much i’ve missed you beautiful girl” he kisses your lips before letting you get comfortable at he plays with his dick a little to get him hard enough so he could insert himself into you

jaehyun was big.. and your petite body always struggled taking all of him but you were never satisfied until he bottomed out, feeling his tip poke at your heat he softly inserts himself into you causing you to moan and whimper

“you okay baby?” he asks halfway to bottoming out

“mhm” you respond as he keeps going

“ow ow ow” you winced as he gets deeper

he gives you one of his big hands to squeeze as the other one still remains on your hip “ almost there baby you’re doing so well” he whispers interlocking his hand with yours gently rubbing his thumb over it

your tight pussy consuming his cock causing him to use some of his force to push it in deeper causing you to wince in pain again

“i’m sorry baby i know it hurts, daddy is too big for a little thing like you” he says finally bottoming out

you take in a deep breath as your pussy gradually gets used to his size, jaehyun wraps his arm around you as he feels the tiny bulge in your stomach from his cock

“always such a good girl for me huh?” jaehyun says as he kisses the back of your head before falling asleep as you do the same

waking up to the sun shining on your face you look excitedly to your boyfriend remembering what he promised you last night, your smile fell as you noticed the spot next to yours was empty

you quickly get out of bed to see jaehyun sitting on the couch with mark, johnny and haechan

“goodmorning prin-” before jaehyun could even finish his sentence you interrupt him “ what are they doing here” you say pissed off

“there just here to hang out for a little bit, we’re working on a song together so we’re brain storming right now” he explains

“why can’t you do this later” you whine

“here we go again” mark says clearly done with your shit

“i’m sorry but im not the one interrupting a couples alone time am i?” you snap your head to mark

“jaehyun get back in bed” you say

“no princess im doing something right now” he says looking at you

the guys look shocked hearing him tell you no

“but jae you promised me” you cry stomping your feet on the ground

jaehyun takes a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose

“excuse me guys ill be right back, let me take care of her really quick” jaehyun says getting up from the couch grabbing your arm dragging you back into the bedroom before slamming the door

“god you’re such a brat” he says throwing you on the bed as he strips your clothes off along with his own

“you can’t wait a few more hours for my cock? you’re such a needy spoiled brat” usually jaehyun would prep you with his fingers or at least take it slow but not this time

he demanded you getting on all fours as you arched your back without warning he thrust his entire dick into you harshly causing a scream coming from you

“shut your mouth” he says as he balls up the first piece of clothing he sees shoving it into your mouth using it as a gag, he thrusts inside you so rough you feel like you could split in half at any moment, feeling your head fall down into the pillow in front of you jaehyun grabs a handful of your hair yanking you back up

he then flips you over putting your legs over his shoulders taking the gag out of your mouth “you’re gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet” you nod your head yes as he thrusts back into you

you wait for a moment before looking into his eyes purposefully letting out the loudest pornagraphic moan as you smile to yourself knowing that you pissed him off before you do it again

jaehyun puts his hands around your throat as he squeezes not so gently “ you think you’re so funny huh” he shoves the gag back into your mouth as he pulls out of you leaving back to look at your body spread out on the bed

he opens your legs a little wider before slapping your pussy causing you to scream through the material in your mouth. he slaps your pussy again and again getting more rough with each slap

“you’ve been so bratty lately, and i’ve been so kind to you huh, i let you use my money to buy whatever you want, i let you boss me around like your servant, i let you sleep with my cock inside of you last night because you wanted me so bad and this is how you repay me?” he grabs both of your wrists pulling you up out of bed and over to the dresser, “bend over” you do what he says as his hand meets your ass sending a sting to it threw every slap, he repeats this motion on both cheeks until they are raw, you let out a moan as tears run down your face

“look at you, fucking slut enjoys getting punished, is that why you’re so bratty all the time? you like it when daddy punishes you?” he says shoving his cock back into your pussy as you’re still bent over the dresser, his thrusts become faster jaehyun feels himself about to finish as his dick twitches inside of you, letting out a groan warm strings of his seed shoot inside of you

“you don’t get to cum until you prove to me that you can be a good girl” he says pulling out of you before pulling his pants up “and don’t you dare think about touching yourself” he says before waking out of the room leaving you there barely able to see straight

jaehyun was ALWAYS sweet during sex, always obeying your orders, giving you endless compliments as he gently made love to you, sometimes he was a bit rough but he was always so sweet, constantly asking if you are okay or if you’re in pain, he always made sure you came multiple times before he did… but today he showed you a different side to himself and that turned you on

catching your breath you limp to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up you notice blood on the towel that you used

you knew the blood wasn’t from menstruation, jaehyun had definitely slightly tore you or something, you didn’t seem too worried about it since you weren’t in immense pain just a little bit sore

making yourself look somewhat presentable you walk back out to the living room where all the boys sit on the couches

you avoid eye contact knowing they heard every little thing that happened in the bedroom, you try to make your limp not noticeable as you walk over to your boyfriend but that didn’t work out, completely giving up you limp over to jaehyun as you sit in the spot next to him cuddling up to his side

“hey princess, you doing okay” he said as if nothing had happened

you say nothing just nodding your head yes as you play with his fingers while he continues discussing work matters with his members, eventually they leave, now just you and jaehyun on the couch “you were such a good girl” he says kissing your lips as he carries you to the bedroom

“let me make you cum like i promised i would if you behaved” he says pulling down your pants as he’s about to pull down his own

“wait babe i don’t think we should fuck again” you say looking at him

“whys that my sweet girl” he asks raking his hands through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on your lips

“im bleeding a little from last time” you say

“what” he his eyes widen as you try and calm him down

“ it’s okay im not in pain but i think you might have accidentally tore me a little or something” you say softly

“oh my god i’m so sorry, i really didn’t mean to baby, god i’m an idiot i should’ve at least gotten you wet first” he rambles

you chuckle at the sight of him

“baby it’s okay really i’m fine” you say

“i know a way i can make you feel better” jaehyun crawls in between your legs spreading them apart as he takes your pants off, licking a stripe down you pussy making you slightly squirm and pull his hair

he continues to rub your clit as he leans up giving you a kiss on your stomach“you taste so good baby” he says before going back down on you

his tongue moves faster and faster up and down your heat as you feel yourself about to finish you pull his hair a little harder “daddy i’m going to cum” you moan as your body releases onto his tongue causing your body to shake

“good girl princess” he says kissing the inside of your thighs before laying down next to you, you immediately put your head on his chest once you put your pants back on

“i’m sorry, i promise to behave more often and not be as spoiled or bratty” you say into his chest, jaehyun chuckles as he hears your apology

“it’s okay sweetheart, you’re my princess you should be treated like one, i just want you to realize that not everyone is going to spoil you like i do and even then sometimes i can’t always do the things that you want right away or i might be a little too tired but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you, i love you very much, i promise that if i can’t give you what you want at the very moment you want it, i will make it up to you” jaehyun says kissing your lips

“i love you jae”

“i love you more princess”

#nct 127 #nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x you #nct fanfic #nct x female reader #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios

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storiesforthemoonchild · 5 months

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Winter Wonderland | Alessia x Reader

I don't love this story, but eh... just reader being absolutely soft for sick Lessi. I watched Elf and this idea came about lol. Hope you enjoy :)

“Baby please just let me try it to see if it works,” you begged your sick girlfriend yet again to try the home remedy your mother swore by.

“No, absolutely not,” she protested, wiping her running nose against the sleeve of your jumper.

It had been the same battle for the last two days. Alessia had fallen sick and you immediately fell into your caretaker duties. Your teammates had all sent you the remedies they used, but nothing was working. Alessia, tired of all the fuss, didn't want to try anything else. Instead she was content with just cuddling up on top of you.

“Fine, can I go make you some soup?”

“Not hungry,” she mumbles, tightening the grip around your waist.

“You have to eat something Lessi, so you can take more medicine. I will be quick and then we can watch Elf while we eat. Sounds good right?”

She grumbles but rolls off and buries her face into the pillow. You get up, placing several kisses on her flushed cheeks. You hate seeing her sick. It physically pains you to see her in even the slightest discomfort especially when there is nothing you can do about it. “Hurry back, I'm cold without you.” You give her a sad smile as you take in the dull blue eyes rimmed in red.

Alessia was miserable and that made you miserable. It was Christmas in a week and you knew she had been excited for the break from training so you both could decorate the place together, but her falling sick had put a wrench in plans. You had taken her to the doctor, and they told you it was just a bad common cold, nothing they could give to help.

You were overwhelmed and just needed to talk to someone. You make a call to the only teammate you know won’t tease you too much later.

“Hey (y/n), how’s it going?” You hear Lotte’s voice through the phone and your bottom lip begins to tremble.

“Lotte,” you say, trying to keep your voice even but it cracked.

“Are you okay? Is it Less?”

“She’s not getting better and she looks so tiny and sad. I just want her to feel better. I don’t know what to do. She looks at me with those sad blue eyes and I want to cry Lotte. Please help me. I’m doing such a bad job she’s going to leave me,” you knew you were being dramatic, but you really couldn’t handle seeing Alessia hurting in any way.

“Well first let’s just take a breath yeah?” She inhaled deeply and you mimic her feeling yourself calm down a bit. “Second, are you taking care of yourself so you can be the best for her? Have you eaten today?”

This is why you loved Lotte, all logic and calm. “I made Lessi soup earlier, so I had a bit of that. I’m warming up some more now.”

“Okay and you’ve been giving her the over the counter medicine? Humidifier going? Drinking fluids? The whole works?”

You hum knowing you’d done all the things she listed but still going over it in your head, “yeah, yeah I did.”

“Good, you’re doing great (y/n). These things just suck. She will be back to normal in a few days. Less would never leave you. Just be there for her, that's all she wants.”

“Thanks Lot, sorry I had a moment. Promise you won’t tell the other girls I cried.”

“Promise, call if you need anything.”

You exchange goodbyes and you take a moment to gather yourself. Grabbing two bowls you scoop out some of the leftover soup you made earlier and warm them. Moving around the kitchen you prepare her a mug of tea, and place it along with the soup on a carrying tray. You head back to the bedroom just as you hear Alessia break out into a coughing fit. You’re quick to sit aside the tray on the bedside table.

“Here drink Lessi,” you tell her, placing a bottle of water in her hand. She sits up and takes a few sips before looking at you with a sad pout. “I know, baby. Come here,” you tell her, opening your arms for her to cuddle into. Alessia was already clingy, so her being sick just intensified it. You pull away and tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“I want to feel better,” she mumbles softly.

You don’t respond. There was nothing you could say, just kiss her cheek and place the tray between you both. She finds comfort in the tea taking small sips, as you turn on Elf. It’s halfway through the movie and Buddy is decorating the apartment when you hear Alessia sniffle, your head immediately turning to her wrapped in your arms.

“Baby are you crying, what's wrong?”

Her tear stained cheeks puffy and matching her eyes, “I won’t be better in time for Christmas. The house won’t be decorated.”

“Alessia, don't cry my love. We still have plenty of time before Christmas. I’m certain you’ll feel better in the next couple of days.” She nods into your shoulder wiping her snotty nose against you once more. You complained the first time she did it, but it was half hearted. You adored everything the striker did even if it was a bit gross. “Let’s lay down so you can get some rest baby.”

It doesn’t take long for her to doze off between the medication and pure exhaustion from just being sick. You unwrap your arms and move to the bathroom to grab the VapoRub. Your mom was the first person you called when Alessia fell sick, but her plan of treatment was not something your girlfriend was interested in. Admittedly the VapoRub and onion combination did sound terrible but you could attest to its effectiveness.

You quietly make your way back to the bedroom and pull the covers off of her feet. Happy in this moment that your girlfriend could sleep through anything you lather a nice layer of VapoRub on the bottom of each foot. She squirms a bit from the coolness but never wakes. Then you march down to the kitchen and slice a few pieces of onions. Upon returning to the room you grab a pair of fuzzy socks, sliding the onions in before sliding them on your girlfriend's feet. Unconventional but you trusted your mothers method. Content that she had slept through the process you make your way back downstairs.

As morning rolls around you lie awake with Alessia flush on top of you, her warm breaths hitting against your neck. You know she’s awake when you feel the soft kisses behind your ear causing your face to light up. “How are you feeling baby?”

Alessia sits up, eyes blinking out the sleep before she takes a deep inhale then clears her throat like she’s testing out all the ailments she was suffering from. “I think… I think I’m getting better. I can breathe again.” She smiles leaning back into you.

“Good care to join me downstairs this morning for hot cocoa then?” Lifting up again her eyes are almost back to full brightness as she nods excitedly. “Come on then. Let’s freshen up first.”

You both go to head in the direction of the restroom when she stops dead in her tracks looking down at her feet, “you didn’t.”

“Oh but I did and look you’re feeling better already love. Don’t be mad.” Alessia is quick to pull the socks off her feet glaring weakly in your direction.

“You’re lucky you are cute and that it actually helped,” she tells you.

You both make quick work in getting freshened up before you lead her downstairs. You spent nearly the whole night trying to make things perfect for your girlfriend. “Welcome to Winter Wonderland baby,” you say as she reaches the bottom of the steps and takes in the living room.

The festive colors fit for the season cover the room. The Christmas tree lit up with beautiful ornaments and twinkling lights. Stockings you had made with both your names printed on them hanging in front of the fireplace ready to be filled. Every corner of the living room and kitchen added to the Winter Wonderland you created for your girl.

“Baby, when did you do this?” Alessia’s eyes shimmer with joy at the sight.

“Last night, I would never let a little cold ruin our first Christmas in the same apartment baby. I let the star off the tree so you can put it on.”

Her arms wrap around you and you lift her into your arms. Carrying her into the living room and onto the couch that had red and green cozy blankets for the cuddlefest you knew would be today. “I love you so much (y/n).”

“I love you more princess. I’ll go make our hot cocoa,” you tell her, placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

The rest of your day was spent wrapped up in each other's arms inside your Winter Wonderland. While not fully back to 100% you knew her hopes of a perfect Christmas together would come true. You would do anything to make sure of it.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader

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odessa-2 · 2 months

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Titbits and analysis 🖖

As promised, some more titbits from the Con yesterday in Melbourne as well as my interpretations. Prior to attending yesterday, I told myself to keep an open mind and attempt to leave any biases behind (even after having seen the funeral pics). Clean slate. To try and view Sam, the event, questions, and subsequent behaviours objectively.

I'm the sort of person who feels energy and is affected by it and in some ways governed by it. The energy of people, both individually and collectively. The energy of a group. I tend to couple this with objective analysis, which forms the basis of my conclusions about people and situations.

I applied this method yesterday in attempting to understand and view Sam, the OL money 💰 machine and everything else. I also just wanted to go there and bask in the audience and enjoy myself....and....I did like it Jamie.

So first thing I noticed off the cuff was how experienced Sam was in handling questions, and the women, and tailoring his behaviour to suit their desires. He was charming, charismatic, approachable, a skilled professional. I saw the veneer. I felt the veneer. I also saw and felt that he is a pretty decent bloke under that veneer. A man with a solid work ethic, who is mild mannered and working with purpose in his life.

I observed that his handler or Convention agent or whatever he is, Steve, was in full control. He managed Sam's performance in a sense. He asked the questions and even set the directions for some answers. Sam is controlled. I didn't like Steve. I didn't get the best vibe off him. Infact, I got a bad vibe off him. I observed that everything was a performance. Scripted to a large degree. The Single Sam narrative was pushed by Steve. Hard. It was a performance. That much was clear to me.

So Sam chose to mention that he was in Austria skiing 2 weeks ago....blah blah...something about singing a Ronan Keating song. So the script tells everyone nice and early that he is NOT with Caitriona ✅️

Later on in the panel, he mentioned that he "was at the theatre in London the week earlier" watching a play. Huh? Getting his timeline confused? Interesting titbit, I thought. Who would he go to the theatre with whilst in London? Who else likes to go to the theatre? Who have we seen him go to the theatre with before? Ding ding ding!!

One of the first things he spoke about (umprompted) and imo was part of his speaking program, was that Caitriona is back home in Scotland doing prep work and will be directing this season. He said that he spoke to her recently and that she is cold and miserable back home. No one seemed to give a shit. The women were there for their Jamie. Sam read the crowd. He understood.

Sam tried to bring Cait into the conversation again saying something like "Where's Claire?....Caitriona isn't here". Again crickets from the audience.

He said that he auditioned with a lot of Claire's, but they couldn't find the right fit and that nobody was as brilliant as Caitriona.

It sounded like he genuinely missed her.

He spoke of his audition with Cait, saying they were very physical and were almost wrestling each other. He said he was sweating all over her and that his sweat was on her. The crowd still only wanted to hear about their Jamie. I think Sam relished in being cheeky in saying that she wore his sweat that day.

Someone asked about "how do you kiss and make out with a costar and then just carry-on. Isn't it awkward"? Sam responded generally initially, saying that there's lots of checking in with the person and apologising afterwards (in a joking fashion). Then that prompted him to start talking about Cait saying that he has also "snotted" all over Cait and exchanged many body fluids with her (in an acting context presumably)and that there's nothing really left to do together that they haven't already done. I was like "whoooaa wtf Sam?". Shooketh that he said that really. The silence from the crowd was palpable. They really didn't want to hear about Cait and Sam and their shared bodily fluids whilst 'acting'. He is THEIR fantasy man. Not Caitriona's. Silence from the audience. Sam already knew that the crowd were Sam onlies but he loved telling this story. Relished in it imo. He loved the double entendre. It was an unrehearsed, unscripted conversation as it resulted from an audience question. I concluded it was an act of defiance on his behalf. That's what it felt like to me.

Steve the convention agent guy, was always bringing it back to Single Sam. "I worry how are you going to get a date" said Steve. With Sam understanding the prompt ...."I worry too" says Sam. Bachelor narrative secured ✅️

Steve spruked the Bachelor narrative again to Sam's thirsty and adoring fans....."Sam you remind me of that old show where everyone has to guess which bachelor is going to come out of the mystery door". And that's when I knew with 100 percent certainty that the bachelor talk was a ruse. It was so contrived and performative. I smiled to myself. The women in the crowd were eating it up.

Another thing that stood out to me was when Sam was searching for the right terminology when talking about Cait. "My......co star" huge pause.

"I love you Claire" is the line he randomly chose to say when explaining his acting.

When asked how he has time to foster friendships and spend time with his family he talked around it. Avoided the question and kept it about his friendships saying that they are strong friendships that endure. He diverged and started talking about how he still has his core friendships that he had when he was bunking and sharing an apartment/house with them in London when he was younger. The veneer was up. Inpenetrable.

At another point in the panel Sam asked "How many Sheila's are there here"? LOL. I found that amusing.

Now this next part captured my attention the most. It had a weird feeling (energy) around it . Sam gave off a weird energy. Almost hostile. Again that's just what I felt.

Someome from the audience named Toni with an "I" was selected to ask a question. I can't remember what the question was but Sam made a really big deal about her being named Toni. "There's always a Tony have you noticed"? Why is there always a Tony"? He said. He didn't want to drop it. He placed a little too much emphasis on it. I was laughing silently but Sam's double entendre didn't go unnoticed by me. Everyone else was clueless or at least that's how it appeared to me. Was that an Easter egg dropped by Sammy?

Asked about what does he do for self care, he seemed to struggle answering that too. He talked in circles about his way points hike and how he's learning how to live in the moment. There's that wall again.

There were many other things discussed of course but I thought I'd focus on the things that shed light on his situation and that resonated with me.

So my closing Analysis? Sam is controlled. He peforms. He caters. He's intelligent and in tune with people and aims to please but is private. Sunday just reaffirmed and solidified my beliefs. Caitriona snatched up that hard working gem of a man quick smart!

#hublander #odessa-2 #melbourne #sam heughan

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dandylovesturtles · 3 months

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I should be in bed lol but I wanted to write a turtle tot sick fic so here

I went into this with no plan and it ended up uh. way sadder than I intended. whoops.

cw: mentions of vomit

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Blue slept through naptime. That should have been Splinter's first clue.

In the moment, he'd just been so happy to actually have four sleeping children that he'd taken the opportunity for his own nap, the old, tattered storybook he'd been reading them draped over his face. He never managed to get Blue to wind down enough to sleep, so he usually had to quietly entertain him with books or the tv on low until the others woke up. But his Baby Blue had conked out almost immediately today, and soon Splinter was snoozing right along with them.

Blue was also the last to wake up. That should have been the second clue.

Splinter was woken up by Orange, talking in loud, disjointed sentences with plenty of nonsense words as he played with an old plastic telephone Splinter had found them. Red was racing his toy cars, making his own sound effects as they skid across the floor and crashed into the wall. Only Purple was quiet, industriously sorting his legos by color and size.

Splinter sat up, letting the book slide off his face, and took stock. It was surprising to see Blue still curled up against his leg even in the midst of all the racket his brothers were making. "Blue?" he said softly, giving the little turtle a nudge. Blue blinked his eyes open, groggily looking around. "Naptime is over."

Blue pushed himself up into a sitting position, then rubbed clumsily at his eyes. He looked so tired still that Splinter debated telling him he could keep sleeping, even if it might make putting him to bed later more difficult.

But once Blue was up, he saw Red racing his cars and pushed quickly to his feet, hurrying over to join in the game. Almost immediately he was demanding Red hand over one of the cars and setting up an elaborate make-believe track for their race, so Splinter let it go.

Thirty minutes later, Blue tugged on Splinter's old sweatpants and said, "Daddy, my tummy hurts." In hindsight, this is exactly when Splinter should have put it together.

But the kids rarely got sick - a benefit of whatever Draxum had put in the gunk that turned them into this, Splinter assumed. Which was a blessing, because he was pretty limited in what medicine he could get in his condition. The boys having a hearty immune system was one of the few things Splinter had going for him.

So he hadn't moved to that conclusion. Instead he said, "Do you need to go potty?" and Blue had considered that very seriously for a few seconds before nodding and rushing off to the bathroom.

Orange threw the plastic phone into Purple's meticulously organized lego piles and Splinter moved on to the next crisis without another thought.

It was at dinner, when he caught Blue pushing his food (mac'n'cheese!) around without interest, that it finally clicked that maybe he should be worried.

"Blue, what's wrong?"

Blue didn't so much as look up. He shrugged, swirling his noodles around and around.

Splinter would be embarrassed to admit how long it took him to remember their earlier conversation, but it eventually came back to him. "Ah... Is your stomach still hurting?"

Blue's face scrunched up in misery, and he nodded.

Splinter groaned in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did!"

"I mean after you went potty."

Blue grimaced. Instead of answering, he scooped up some mac'n'cheese and stuffed it in his mouth. He looked like he regretted it as soon as he'd done it.

"Do not spit that out," said Splinter immediately, because mac'n'cheese was one of the few things Purple would eat and if Blue spat it out in front of him it would go on his Bad Foods list for at least a month. And Orange had a habit of mimicking anything Blue did, which would only compound the problem.

Blue chewed and swallowed the mouthful agonizingly slowly. He looked so miserable afterward that Splinter felt bad about it.

"Are you going to throw up, Blue?" he asked, and got a furious head shake in response. "Are you just telling me that?" Another shake. "Do you want to keep eating?" A third shake. Splinter sighed and took his bowl from him. "Alright. I'll put this in the fridge, if you want it later."

Their mini-fridge was already stuffed full, but Splinter would simply have to make space, or throw all this mac'n'cheese out. He wished they had a bigger fridge, but just getting this back to the juncture in the sewers he called a home had been difficult enough.

He wished he had a bigger fridge. He wished he had a house. He wished he had a pediatrician to take Blue to. He wished he wasn't a rat man. He wished he and his kids were... normal.

It was a bad thought. He knew that as soon as he thought it, and he tried to push it down. The kids didn't need to know they weren't normal. That none of this was normal. He knew that, but...

"Throw up?" he heard Purple say, and then the telltale sound of him pushing his bowl away. Mac'n'cheese was on the Bad Foods list. Splinter groaned.

...

He found their old thermometer after the boys were finished eating. Getting a temperature from Blue was near impossible because he moved it around too much or spat it out before time was up, but Splinter would have to do his best.

After three tries, he got a reading that seemed accurate enough. Blue's body ran colder than a human child's, and it had taken observation and trial and error for Splinter to learn what constituted as a fever. As it was, Blue was only two degrees above his normal. So at least that wasn't too worrying.

He was still complaining that his stomach hurt, though. A stomach bug, then? Or just something he ate? Usually Red was the one who would put random things in his mouth unless Splinter kept a careful watch, but Blue and Orange were... adventurous eaters, too. It was possible.

They continued with their normal bedtime routine. Another thing Splinter had going for him was that his boys loved baths; getting them into their makeshift tub, even with lukewarm water, was always easy. From his research, Red, Blue, and Purple were all aquatic turtles, and Orange was not one to be left out of his brothers’ games no matter his biology.

Blue wasn't excited for bath time tonight, though. He sat quietly in the tub, making grumpy noises anytime he got splashed and playing only with his favorite blue shark toy, ignoring everything else. He definitely felt bad. Splinter was feeling increasingly terrible that he hadn't noticed.

He got them all toweled off and into their pajamas. Then into the pallet beds he had for them, all in one big shared alcove, a tattered curtain strung up for a semblance of privacy. They would need something more as they got older, but for now the boys seemed content to share space.

He tucked Red, Purple, and Orange in, then turned his attention to Blue. He had found an old bucket earlier that he (theoretically) used for mopping, and this he presented to Blue.

"If you are going to throw up, please do it in this," he told Blue. "We don't have any spare sheets."

"Not gonna," said Blue grumpily, pushing the bucket away.

"Ewww," whined Purple. "I don't want to share with Leo if he throws up."

"Not gonna!" Blue insisted, glaring at Purple, who glared back. Splinter sighed and pushed the bucket at Blue again.

"I am serious, Leonardo," he said, and that got Blue's attention. "If you throw up, do it in this bucket."

Instead of answering, Blue rolled over and scrunched himself up in a ball. That was the best Splinter was going to get, he supposed, so he just sighed and put the bucket next to Blue's bed.

"Good night, boys," he said as he got to his feet, ignoring the crackles from his back and knees.

"Good niiiight," came three echoes. Blue was giving him the silent treatment. Alright.

He went back to his own bed, sectioned off by an old divider screen he'd managed to find. Hopefully they could at least get through the night without disaster striking.

...

According to his beat up alarm clock, it was only two hours later when Red showed up by his bedside, shaking him awake urgently.

Splinter groaned his way into consciousness, blinking groggy eyes until his eldest son came into focus.

"Leo threw up," came Red's predictable report.

Splinter sighed, pushing his sheets aside and rising from his futon. "Did he make it in the bucket?"

Red's expression was not encouraging.

...

He had not made it in the bucket.

Blue sat stock still in the puddle of his own sick, eyes teary and expression a mix between stunned and embarrassed. Purple was pressed as close to the opposite wall as he could get, hands pressed tight over his nose and mouth. Orange was at Blue's side, patting his arm with his chubby little hand.

"Blue," Splinter snapped as soon as he saw the mess. "Why didn't you throw up in the bucket!?"

"Didn't think I was gonna," Blue croaked.

"Well, you did. All over your sheets." Splinter ran his hands over his tired eyes. "Now you have nothing for tonight. And who knows if I'll even be able to get the stain out. I may have to go all the way to the surface to get new ones, and do you know what a hassle that is!? The bucket was right here, Blue!"

"I'm sorry."

The miserable hiccup in Blue's voice effectively stopped Splinter's tirade, and he refocused on his son. Blue's tears had spilled over, streaking down his miserable face. He was shivering, hands clutching the fabric of his ruined sheets, wringing them tight. He looked terrified.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Something inside Splinter cracked.

Leo was only four, by his best guess. He was a baby, still. A sick baby, and Splinter was yelling at him about... about bed sheets?

Blue didn't know that Splinter would have to steal him new sheets. He didn't know that Splinter feared every time he did something so risky, that it might expose their tiny family to hostile forces - the human authorities, Big Mama's goons, Draxum's gargoyles. He didn't know that Splinter should be taking him to a doctor right now. He didn't know that sleeping on a pallet bed in the sewers wasn't normal.

He just knew that he had thrown up, and his dad was mad about it.

Immediately, Splinter stooped and scooped the still-apologizing Blue into his arms. He was getting bigger all the time, and, somehow, Splinter was getting smaller, but he could still hold his boys in his arms, still cradle them against his chest.

"Blue... Leo, listen to me."

"I'm sorry," Blue mumbled again, followed by a sad, wet hiccup.

"Shh, shh, no, my son, please listen." He waited until teary eyes were turned on him to continue. "You don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong."

"Missed the bucket," said Blue, and Splinter shook his head.

"That's alright. You're sick. It is my job to take care of these things." He scratched at the back of Blue's shell with the arm holding him, something he knew always calmed Blue down. Sure enough, he felt his boy begin to relax. "Do not worry about the sheets. If Daddy needs to get more, he will. For now we will all share."

Blue sniffed, and buried his face in Splinter's chest. That was a good sign. Splinter kept up the scraching.

"I'm sorry I yelled. You aren't in trouble, Blue. You're alright."

Blue sniffled again. Hiccupped one last time. His tears were drying up, and his little voice said, "S'okay, Daddy."

"Oh, my Baby Blue... Thank you."

He still felt terrible as he lowered Leo back to his bed and started to strip away the soiled sheets, but Leo had calmed down considerably. He kept the bucket close, though, even as he laid back down again on his pillow.

"Leo can have my blanket," said Red, already pulling the old thing over. Splinter smiled gratefully at him.

"Thank you, Red. Blue, do you think you will throw up again?"

Blue shrugged. "Dunno."

"That's alright. It's okay if you do." Splinter smoothed the blanket over Blue, not tucking him in so he could move if he needed to. "I'll get this sheet washed out and be back, alright?"

Blue nodded. He was still gripping the bucket with one hand. Splinter rubbed his head, then stood up with his bundle of soiled sheets.

When he returned, with water for Blue, he'd thrown up again - in the bucket, this time. Orange was still by him, rubbing his arm, while Red sat behind him, supporting his back. Even Purple had come close, awkwardly patting at Blue's leg while pointedly avoiding looking at the bucket.

"Thank you for taking such good care of Blue," he told them, getting three beaming smiles in return.

They were all going to have the bug by tomorrow. Splinter would need to find more buckets.

#rottmnt #rise splinter #rise leo #dandy fanfiction #idk what this is lol #thinking about the early years gets me ok

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fandomfucker · 6 months

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Poly TJD x reader angst/ fluff

Reader is sick but insists on her partners going to work. But while her partners are at work she tries to get up but passes out in the living room by the couch. Partners arrive home and find her still pressed out. Turns out to be severe flu

A/N I'm sick and miserable right now as well and I fully believe this one-shot cursed me. This is also exactly how I act but I was a good girl and I take liquid medicine😤

Word count: 2,725

Reader's POV

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Smiles graced the four beautiful faces of my partners around the breakfast table.

And I felt like dogshit.

My throat was on fire while my head pounded. My nose was so stuffed it was like trying to breathe through a brick wall and I was freezing to death.

My partners were up a bit earlier than usual because they had to go to work soon and I could hear them in the dining room downstairs. Tonight was Monday Night RAW and all four of them were required to be there for a surprise match involving Dominik and Finn.

Stumbling down the stairs into the kitchen, I tried not to trip over the king-sized comforter I had wrapped around myself and dragged off the bed.

Making a beeline for the medicine cabinet I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me, refusing to even accidentally make eye contact with any of my partners for fear of them hounding me with their overprotectiveness.

Rifling through the different bottles I kept a lookout for the cold medicine one. After searching for a few minutes I eventually gave up, accepting that we didn't have anymore, and just grabbed some ibuprofen instead.

I turned around to go grab a cup of water and screamed as I jumped, dropping the medicine bottle as I came face to face with my four partners.

"Holy shit! You guys scared me." I pouted, resting a hand over my chest to calm my racing heart as I bent over and rested the other hand on my knee.

"Whatcha doin', love?" Finn asked me bemused as the other three stood around him, all with a look of confusion, concern, or both on their faces.

"Nothing. I just have a bit of a headache and I'm really cold. Nothin' to worry about Loves." I gave them all a small smile as I leaned down to pick up the dropped bottle.

I winced in pain as all the blood rushed to my forehead, only increasing the force of my pounding headache.

"Let me get that, Babe." Rhea swooped in, pushing me to stand back up as she grabbed the medicine bottle for me. "Go lay down."

I shook my head slightly as she moved to grab me water to take my pills with as Dominik held my shoulders and guided me to the living room couch.

He gently pushed me to sit down before sitting next to me, rubbing my back to bring some warmth to my body.

Finn and Damian were not far behind and sat on the floor in front of me, each of them propped up on one of my thighs.

I glared up at Rhea as she came back with cold medicine, a bottle of water, some saltine crackers, a box of tissues, and a thermometer.

"You need to eat something before you take the medicine," She shoved the crackers in my hands before I could protest, taking the open seat on my other side as she brushed my hair out of my face. "Do you want me to make you any soup?"

"No, thank you. But don't you guys have to go to work?" I asked annoyed.

"Not if you're sick, mi amor." Damian soothed me as he rubbed my knee.

"I'm fine. If anything it's just a little cold." I reassured them, opening the crackers and beginning to munch on them.

"Yeah, well we'll see about that won't we?" Rhea announced as she got the thermometer ready to check my temperature.

"Stay still Babe." She ordered softly as she held the machine to my forehead, waiting for the beep that signaled it was done.

Having stopped mid-chew to fulfill her orders, I waited until the beep sounded and the item was removed from my face before continuing to eat my crackers.

Rhea frowned as she looked at the results.

"101.2. That's a minor fever, Hermosa." Damian informed the group, reading the thermometer over Rhea's shoulder from the floor still.

"It's literally fine." I rolled my eyes, right before I went into a small sneezing fit.

Dominik grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on my lap and hurriedly thrust them into my hands.

"Aw, fuck that hurt my throat." I groaned, throwing my head back against the couch as I wiped at my nose with the mountain of tissues.

"I'll call Paul, tell him we can't fight tonight," Finn announced as he stood up to go get his phone.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. All four of you are going to go to Raw tonight and kick ass. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I swear." I protested.

"You pinkie promise?" Dominik asked me, his puppy eyes were fully showcased as he held up his finger for me to interlock with my own.

"Pinkie promise." I smiled, wrapping my pinkie around his before bringing our hands to my lips to seal the promise with a kiss.

I looked to Finn to make sure he wouldn't go and call their boss and say they couldn't come.

His eyes darted to Rhea, ever the leader of the group, and nodded before sitting back down.

"We better start getting our stuff ready to leave then, chicos," Damian spoke, standing up and kissing my forehead before making his way to the bedroom we all shared.

The other three followed in his footsteps, kissing my forehead and then going to the bedroom. Rhea being the only one who lingered.

"Hey," I took her hand in mine, bringing her even closer to me. "I feel a little under the weather, but I promise I'll still be in one piece by the time you all get back. I'll take some medicine and a nap and be good as new in no time."

She bit her lip, still hesitant to leave me alone. She eventually gave in and nodded, giving me a long lingering kiss on the forehead before following the boys to the bedroom.

I reached a hand away from the blanket cocoon I'd stuck myself in to grab the remote from the coffee table and turned the TV on, beginning to channel surf.

About ten minutes later all four of my partners walked out of the bedroom, bags in tow.

"We have to get going now if we're gonna make it in time to get ready before the show, muñeca," Damian informed me, gingerly sitting beside me to stroke my hair.

I nodded my understanding, still eating the crackers like Rhea told me to as I paid most of my attention to Child's Play on the screen in front of me.

"Y/n?" Finn tried to get my attention, deciding to just grab my face and turn it towards him after I only made a noise of acknowledgment at him.

He then grabbed my hand and dropped two rather large-looking pills into it. "Take these, please. They'll make you feel better, and then you can take two more in another four hours, okay?"

I nodded my head, gulping at the sheer size of the medication. I was not a huge pill person and my partners knew that.

Damian kissed my right temple and Finn my left as they said their goodbyes for the night, getting up to make room for the other two to say their own goodbyes.

Dom placed his hands on my cheeks, kissing my forehead and whispering a small prayer in Spanish against my skin before making room for Rhea.

She sat down next to me and put a hand on my thigh, telling the boys she'd meet them in the car.

I waved and blew a kiss to my boys as they walked out before focusing on Rhea's beautiful face.

"Be a good girl for Mami and take those pills, okay? I know they're really big but they'll make you feel better. We'll be back before you know it but if you need anything at all just call and we'll answer." She looked deep into my eyes, meaning every word as her thumb stroked my thigh.

"I will Mami," I answered.

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and making her exit to the car. She blew me one of her signature kisses before closing the door behind her.

Looking back at the ginormous pills in my hand, I decided that I didn't really feel bad enough to take them. I'd be fine.

I spent the next few hours slowly finishing off my crackers throughout a horror movie marathon as I made my way through the box of tissues as well.

My headache had gotten worse, to the point that I was a little dizzy and disoriented. Deciding to take the much smaller ibuprofen pills, I unwrapped myself from my fluffy burrito of blankets and stood up.

I immediately swayed a bit but just chalked it up to the headache and gingerly made my way to the kitchen.

Pausing in the doorway of the kitchen I rested a hand on the wall to brace myself, tightly closing my eyes in an effort to rid the dizziness.

Opening my eyes, I continued to make my way back to the medicine cabinet, grabbed the ibuprofen, and then turned around to make my way back to the solace of my fuzzy cocoon.

A huge wave of dizziness came over me as I reached the corner of the couch. I stumbled, tripping over my own feet, and hit the floor, seeing spots right before seeing nothing.

3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day walked out of the arena, jovial after their win. Shoving into each other as they joked and laughed, they made their way to their truck.

"Stop!" Damian shouted joyfully as he laughed, shoving Dominik away from him before he could make another wild jab. "I'm gonna call Y/n and check-in, I'll be right there."

The other three voiced their acknowledgment as they continued making their way to the car while Damian stayed back and pulled out his phone, hitting the stared contact.

The line rang. And rang. And rang before eventually going to voicemail. Frowning, Damian hit the call button again which rang until going to voicemail again.

Hurriedly making his way to the truck, he hopped into the passenger side and turned to the rest of the group. "She's not answering."

The three other members looked at him with concern.

"Well, she's probably just asleep, right? I mean, she was pretty tired when we left and the medicine might've knocked her out. Not to mention it's pretty late." Dominik tried to reason, hoping to God that that was all it was.

"Yeah." Rhea agreed, "But let's just speed home anyways, right?" She nodded toward Finn who was in the driver's seat.

Finn nodded, shifting the car into drive and taking off, speeding home to their girl.

In the backseat of the truck, Rhea and Dom took turns trying to call Y/n again to no avail. Six missed calls later the group was now very worried. Typically, Y/n never had her ringer off and was generally a pretty light sleeper, so her being able to sleep through a total of eight full rings was alarming.

"Finn?" Rhea ventured, her voice beginning to shake slightly. "Drive faster."

~Time Skip~

Throwing open the car doors, all four Judgment Day members hopped out of the truck and ran to the front door. Finn quickly unlocked the door and they all battled to make it through the door first. Rhea being Rhea won and was already running to the living room where they'd left her earlier that day.

"Y/n?" Rhea called out, not seeing anything amiss at first glance. However, coming around the corner she noticed a pair of fuzzy sock-clad feet on the ground. Walking closer she saw the full form of their partner face down, unconscious.

"Y/n!" She ran over and fell to her knees beside Y/n, rolling her over and checking her pulse.

The boys immediately came running as they heard Rhea scream. Damian saw Rhea checking Y/n's pulse as she lay on the floor, along with the dropped bottle of ibuprofen, pills having spilled out all over the floor, and immediately thought the worst.

"Finn! Call an ambulance!"

~Time Skip~

Reader's POV

Somewhere far off I could hear the jumbled voices of my four partners hushedly arguing. I couldn't quite make out what they were arguing about but I could hear the clear upset in their voices.

I groggily opened my eyes, immediately closing them again as the harsh fluorescent lights around me hurt my eyes.

"Y/n?" I heard a voice speak from next to me. It was then I noticed that both of my hands were encased in two others.

I made a noise that vaguely sounded like 'ugh' before I opened my eyes again just a smidge. I felt one of four hands disappear from my touch and then the lights went out before I felt them come back again.

Opening my eyes a bit more I saw the beautiful faces of my four partners looking back at me. Rhea was on my right with Finn next to her, Damian and then Dom were on my left.

"Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin'?" Rhea smiled softly at me, stroking my hair. I noticed her hand was shaking a bit so I squeezed the other hand that I was already holding.

"My head hurts and my nose is still pretty stuffy, but other than that, okay I guess." I smiled sleepily, pushing my head further into her hand like a cat so she wouldn't stop.

Damian's deep voice sounded next, switching my attention to the other side of the bed. "You had us pretty worried there, corazón."

I just frowned at him in confusion. "Why? What happened?"

It was then that I started to survey my surroundings beyond my partners and saw that I was lying in a hospital bed.

"You passed out, love." Finn supplied from further down the bed. I could hear the fear in his voice, the shakiness of it mixed with the pure relief made me want to cry.

Remembering why I had even passed out in the first place made me feel so incredibly guilty. If I had just taken the medicine like Mami told me to we wouldn't even be in this situation in the first place.

My lip started to quiver and I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey, mi amor. We aren't mad, it's okay." Dominik immediately stood up and leaned towards me, trying to calm me down so that I wouldn't cry and make my sinuses worse.

I heaved a deep breath in, looking up at the ceiling to try and reduce the waterworks before they could actually overflow.

"I'm so-" I started to apologize to the four of them for scaring them so badly but was cut off by Rhea.

"No, baby. We're sorry. We all know that you don't like taking pills, especially ones as big as the ones we gave you. I should've just gone out and gotten you the liquid version so you would actually take it and-"

I cut Rhea off by placing a finger over her lips to silence her. Typically I would've just kissed her but I didn't want to get her sick.

"It's okay. They really weren't that big. I could've taken them, I just chose not to." I explained timidly.

"Well," Damian cleared his throat, gaining the room's attention. "The doctors said that you have a pretty bad case of the flu but so long as you take some Tamiflu for the next couple of days, have lots of rest and lots of liquids you'll be right as rain in no time."

"Yeah, doc said you can be out of here in a few hours." Dom continued.

I just nodded my head and smiled softly at my partners.

"Still, I'm sorry for scaring you guys." I apologized timidly, keeping my eyes on my fingers as I drew circles on whatever parts of my partners I could reach, not wanting to meet their eyes.

"Y/n, you're sick and honestly you probably would've passed out either way. So, believe us when we tell you that there's absolutely nothing to be sorry for." Finn explained to me earnestly.

"Ok," I agreed quietly. I didn't really feel like arguing with them, especially since he made a pretty good point.

"Go ahead and go back to sleep, babe. We'll get that discharge paperwork started and get you home in no time." Rhea told me. I decided to take her up on that since I was still so exhausted.

Closing my eyes, I murmured a small "I love you" to the group, hearing four voices echoing it back in response just before losing consciousness again. On purpose this time.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #the judgement day x reader #tjd x reader #wwe raw #wwe #damian priest #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #finn balor #monday night raw #the judgment day #the judgment day x reader #the judgment day wwe

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jeanboyjean · 15 days

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BIRTHDAY GIFT - ft jean kirstein. nsfw.

a/n: it's still the 7th somewhere right?? guys i grinded so hard to get this done but i did it!!! i hope this means my writing block is over D: idk why i made this angsty to start with but i promise it gets cute at the end. i picture this being kind of earlier on in the relo when ur still figuring each other out. HAPPY BDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!

cw: mdni. fem/afab reader. established relationship (break up), getting back together sex, piv, sappy? missionary, creampie, idiots in love. pet name: baby. jean is so boyfriend i want to cry.

wc: 3.5k

Your bedroom was a mess.

You heaved a big sigh to yourself as you stood in your doorway and took a look around. Various articles of clothing were scattered everywhere… a shirt slung over the back of a chair, jackets stacked on top of each other on the foot of your bed, worn socks littered around on the floor. A basket of clean laundry you hadn’t bothered to fold and put away sat on the carpet and next to it was a pile of dirty clothes that was waiting to be washed. It was a true reflection of the state of your mind over the past few weeks after your break up with Jean. There was no good way to spin it - you were a complete and utter mess.

The end of your relationship was the last thing you had expected when you had gone over to his place that day, but one thing had led to another and you had both said things you couldn’t take back. Now here you were... alone and missing him and miserable. You didn't know how long was acceptable to be crying over someone - after all, Jean was your first and only boyfriend. What you did know though was that the pain of losing him was far too fresh in your heart and you were nowhere close to being over him in the slightest.

It hurt even more because you knew he was doing so much better than you. One look at his instagram revealed more than you wanted to know. It seemed he was perfectly happy hanging out with his friends and now that he had deleted all of his photos of you, his comments were filled with girls who had been hiding in the bushes, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Meanwhile, you hadn’t taken down a single post because you couldn’t bear the thought of losing all of the memories you had together. To be honest, you couldn’t blame them - he was a catch after all. Too bad you had let him slip out of your fingertips.

With all the energy you could muster, you dragged yourself to your wardrobe and hauled open the doors. You needed to snap out of this. If he could move on, then why couldn’t you? You were better than this, damn it! Your vision flashed red as you angrily tipped out the clean laundry onto your bed and began folding it. You were going to do whatever it took to get over him and live your best life. That would show him!

A petty fire fueled you as you imagined every scenario where you could rub it in his face that you were doing perfectly fine without him, but it was snuffed out in an instant when you reached into your closet to hang a shirt and your fingers brushed against a familiar soft fabric. Your hand stilled and your heart seized as you looked at the hoodie tucked away in the corner. You had shoved it away the night of your break up when you realised you had gone home wearing it and hadn’t had the heart to do anything about it since. Tears burned behind your eyes and your vision began to blur as you pulled it out and clutched it to your chest. No matter what you told yourself, you still loved him and the thought of moving on just made you want him back even more. You buried your face into the jersey and sobbed as you breathed in the faint scent of his cologne and clung onto the memory of him.

If only you knew that Jean was doing a lot worse than you thought.

It may have seemed like he was having the time of his life, but truthfully he was one bad moment away from honest to god ending it all. If it hadn’t been for Connie, he would have done what he really wanted to do and stayed in bed all day to wallow in his misery. Unfortunately, his friend would not let him rest and insisted on dragging him out whenever he could.

Jean supposed he should be grateful that he had someone who was looking out for him and making sure he wasn’t drinking himself to death on his own. In fact, Connie had been the one to tell Jean to archive all of his photos with you and block your number after a close call one night when he’d had a little too much to drink and you had been ever present in his mind. It was just one more reminder that you were no longer his and it wrecked him, but he had followed through and he was trying to move on because isn’t that what you wanted?

Over the weeks, he had replayed your last conversation over and over, trying to find the moment when everything had gone awry but there was no way to reason it. Every day without you was a day he wished he didn’t have to live. How could he move on when you were everything to him? All he wanted to do was to call you and see how you were doing, but he couldn’t do that to you. You hated him, you had said as much and you wanted nothing more to do with him. He was probably the last person you wanted to see.

His phone dinged on the coffee table in front of him as he slumped into the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen in front of him. He picked it up and took a quick glance at the screen before tossing it to the side. Yet another notification, a message from someone but not the person he was hoping to hear from. It was pathetic the way he was still holding out hope, but he had thought that maybe, you would have reached out today. It was his birthday after all… but it was radio silence just as it had been for almost a month.

A knock on his door made his ears perk up. He frowned as he got up from the couch, smoothing down his shirt and ruffling a hand to fix his hair. He wasn’t expecting any visitors today, especially since he had specifically requested a quiet day for his birthday. Trust Connie though, he was probably here to pester him into going out and doing something “fun!” and “distracting!”.

“I told you, man. I don’t want to do anything today,” Jean grumbled as he swung open his door with a roll of his eyes. “I just want to stay inside and -”

His voice trailed off into a choked silence when his eyes met yours. You stood frozen in front of him, your eyes wide and your arms wrapped tight around yourself protectively. Jean’s mouth hung open in shock as he stared at you, unsure if you were real or just an apparition from his dreams. His eyes darted up and down at your form, blinking quickly a few times to clear his vision. As the realisation that you were actually in front of him sank in, he took in your appearance. Your shoulders were hunched up towards your ears, your hair a little messy and your eyelids puffy and tinged just a little red. Truthfully, you had looked better. And yet, his chest constricted and his heart clenched, because you were still the best thing he had ever seen.

Your arms tightened as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. His eyes snapped to the material you were gripping close to your front. That was... his hoodie. Time seemed to slow down as his vision tunnelled to just you in front of him, standing at his door, holding his clothes.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough and low with emotion and he cleared his throat, swallowing thickly.

You tried to look anywhere but at his face and instead watched his throat bob as your heart hammered in your chest. This was a mistake. Seeing him was too much, you should have known you weren’t ready. Just the sight of him was enough to make you weak and you willed the tears to stay at bay as you stared a hole into the door behind him. Your hands shook as you thrust your arms out, shoving his hoodie into his chest.

“I came to give you this.” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a hurry and you clamped your lips shut as a lump lodged itself in your throat.

His hands reached up slowly to take the item and his fingers brushed against yours ever so slightly. The contact was enough to make you want to flinch but you tried not to let it show as you let go and dropped your arms to your side. Of course, Jean noticed but he chose not to say anything. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed at you, his knuckles turning white as his hands balled into the fabric. The silence was louder than ever as the two of you stood at his door, neither of you sure of where to go from there.

You rocked back on your heels and cleared your throat. Your now empty arms hugged around yourself, resisting the urge to itch at your skin that was crawling from the overwhelming emotions of seeing Jean. Heat flooded your cheeks when you chanced a glance at his face and your eyes locked together, his expression unreadable and gaze heavy with unsaid words.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” you said thickly as the tears threatened to fall again.

You whirled around to leave but only managed a step away before you were stopped by Jean’s hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he tugged tight, pulling you back toward him. The air in your lungs left you in a shocked gasp and your surroundings blurred as you spun around to face him. In one quick motion, his hands fell to your waist before you could lose your balance and yours planted on his chest as you caught your breath. His eyes bore into yours, swimming with emotion and now that you were really looking at him, you could see the red rims and the dark shadows that surrounded them. It had obviously been a while since he had last shaved, judging by the scruffy facial hair he had grown since you last saw him. It made you wonder if maybe he wasn’t doing as well as you had thought.

Or maybe he’d just had a few too many late nights out.

The thought jerked you back into reality and you shook your head as you pushed against his chest. It was to no avail - you might as well have been trying to push away a cement wall. His hands held you firm in front of him, his fingers digging hard into your skin.

“Why are you leaving?”

You blinked hard. How could he ask that when he was the reason why you had to leave in the first place?

“Stay.” His arms snaked around your back and tightened until you were forced to take a step forward. “Don’t go.”

You shook your head again. His shirt crumpled in your hands as you clenched them into tight fists. You attempted to push against him again but your strength was starting to fail you.

“Why should I stay?” You snapped, but there was none of the malice you hoped for.

It was a loaded question and your shaking words sliced through like an arrow to strike into in his heart. His mind raced as he scrambled to find the right answer. Because he needed you. Because he couldn’t live without you. Because losing you would be the biggest mistake he ever made. Because, because, because…

“I miss you,” was all he could manage. As soon as he uttered the words, he knew they were the wrong thing to say, confirmed by your humourless laugh in response, but it was the truth and he could barely find the words to string a sentence together at this moment.

“Yeah, sure,” you snorted. “Let me go, Jean. You’re the one that wanted us to break up in the first place.”

The world tilted on its axis around him and he could feel the bile rising in his throat. Was that true?

“Please… I’m sorry. I miss you and I never meant for it to get like this.” He blinked hard as his vision began to blur. The desperation was clear in his tone. “I’m so sorry. Please, take me back.”

You watched as the tears fell from his eyes and slipped down his cheeks. As if moving by instinct, you released his shirt and cupped his face, wiping his damp skin with your thumbs. His eyelids fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply and he dipped his head to press his forehead against yours. The ice in your heart thawed with each tear that he shed - curse him and his stupid face. You would always be weak when it came to him.

He pulled you in even closer with his arms until your body was pressed flush against his and the heat between you was enough for the dam to break and you were moving without even thinking about it. You tugged his face down and his lips crashed into yours which parted instinctively and then he was kissing you as if it was the last thing he would do on earth.

His hands slid up your back until he was cradling your head at the nape of your neck. His tongue slipped between your lips, finally savouring your taste after the weeks apart. He kissed you fervently, each press of his lips against yours an apology and a promise that he intended to keep. In the back of your mind, you registered the click of the door shutting behind you as he led you into his home and guided you towards his room.

The back of your legs hit the edge of his bed and you parted for a moment as you fell back onto the mattress. Jean gazed down at you with the kind of heavy lidded look someone might call hungry, predatory even. His eyes burned into yours and you glanced away quickly with a gulp. As much as you wanted this, the time apart and the tension was making you more nervous than you had ever been in his presence. What if it wasn’t as good as it had been in the past? What if you weren’t good enough anymore?

“Jean…”

His name slipped from your lips, a little breathless and unsure, but all uncertainty died out in an instant when he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off with a flourish, revealing his toned torso. Desire coursed through your body, heat flooding from your core to rise to your cheeks and pool between your legs. He wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and guiding you back until you were laying on your back with him pressed on top of you. His weight kept you pinned down as his lips met yours again. This time, he let his hands roam over you, sliding under your shirt to palm at your skin. You gasped into his mouth as he cupped your breast with one hand and pinched a nipple with his fingers.

“Take off your shirt,” he mumbled hazily. He peppered soft kisses along your jaw before pulling away. “I need to see you. Please.”

You hastily removed your shirt with his guidance and since it was clear where this was heading, you slipped your pants and underwear down and kicked them off the bed. Jean’s eyes flashed his delight and he groaned as he took in the sight of you finally naked underneath him. His hands trailed down your body, skimming over your soft dips and curves, tracing your skin as if wanting to commit it all to memory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t believe I almost lost you. So fucking stupid.”

You reached up to his face and yanked him down in another kiss. Heat blazed within you and you ached to feel him in every way you had before. You could reminisce another time, right now you needed him, all of him.

“You’re stupid,” you replied as you caught your breath. “But that’s why I love you.”

His movements stilled at your words. His eyes shone as his lips stretched in a full grin. “I love you too… so much. I love you so much it hurts.”

You giggled softly. “Show me then,” you urged and he smirked in response.

“Needy much?”

He savoured every moment as he kissed down your neck, sucking into the soft flesh. A hand slid along your thigh to cup your aching pussy and the feeling of your heat had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He sucked in a breath as he slipped a finger between your folds, feeling the wetness gather.

“You’re so wet, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He chuckled lowly, eyes dark with lust as he watched his fingers slide against your entrance.

You whined in response, desperate to feel more of him. “Fuck you, Jean. Bet you missed me more.”

He snorted and plunged two fingers inside you instead of replying. Your back arched and you moaned in delight at the sudden intrusion. The heat in your core began building even more as he fucked you with his fingers, just the way he knew you liked.

“Oh, I missed this so much. I love you, I love you.” The words spilled out of him as you moaned in pleasure. “Are you ready for me baby? I want to fuck you so bad.”

You nodded eagerly, fingernails digging into his bed sheets as you spread your legs further in anticipation. Never had you been more ready than now and your mouth watered as you watched him shuck off his pants and free his heavy cock. He leaned his weight on one hand while he used the other to line himself up and enter you slowly. Despite the urgency you were both feeling, neither of you wanted to rush this. You relished in the feeling of him filling you up inch by inch, stretching you open, moulding your insides to fit perfectly around him and his breathing quickened and his hips stuttered as he bottomed out.

“Oh god, you feel just as good as I remembered,” he groaned as he began to thrust his hips. His pace began to build and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he lifted your hips up to deepen the angle. His cock slid in and out steadily, the tip hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves inside your walls with every stroke. “Actually no, this is so much better than I remember,” he corrected himself. “So much better. So good, so good.” He was rambling now, the pleasure of being inside you the exact drug he needed to loosen his tongue. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I love you so much. I’m never going to let you go.”

You struggled to find the words to form a coherent sentence, your mind too clouded with lust. Instead, you chanted his name as his hips snapped into you relentlessly. You were tumbling toward your release and the building pleasure was almost too much to bear. He reached a hand between you and your walls clenched in response, sucking him in even more as he rubbed at your clit.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer. Are you close? You gonna cum with me?”

You cried out as he drove into you harder. A fever burned within you; only Jean could make you feel this way. “I’m gonna cum!”

He dipped his head down to press his lips onto your forehead as he neared his own orgasm. “Okay fuck. Come on then. Cum with me, baby.”

Your vision went white and your mind blanked out as your body flooded with pleasure. Your fingernails dug into his back as you hurtled over the edge and you pulsed around him, milking him for all he could give you. He hissed out curses in response as he thrust into you hard and his hips jerked as he came too. He spilled inside you and his cock twitched as he fucked his cum into you deeper, not wanting to waste a single drop, before he pulled out slowly. The primal urge to claim you as his was too much to ignore.

Jean tumbled onto the bed next to you, his legs still laying over yours as the two of you panted heavily. His arm snaked around your waist and tugged you into his embrace, ignoring how your sweaty limbs stuck to each other. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and breathed in your familiar scent. This was the home he was missing. You smiled as you brought a hand to his face and carded your fingers through his hair to sweep it away from his forehead.

“Happy birthday, Jean,” you said softly.

He blinked up at you sleepily. His cheeks were rosy with exertion and his eyes sparkled with joy. “You remembered?”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

He let out a laugh at that, the joyous sound bounced off the walls of his bedroom, the first time he had laughed so wholeheartedly in a while. It felt as if the weight of the whole world had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Are you kidding? You’re the best gift I could ask for.”

He turned your cheek and began peppering kisses on your face. You joined him in his laughter and giggles bubbled out of you as he made sure to bless every part of your skin with his lips. The press of his hardening cock on your side made you narrow your eyes at him playfully and you reached down to wrap your fingers around it, swiping your thumb at the cum that had leaked from his tip and spreading it down his length.

“Again already?” You teased.

The hungry look was back on his face in the dark glint to his eyes and the way he licked his lips as he grinded into your hand. He pressed himself up onto his forearms and moved back to cage you underneath his weight. His hair hung around his face as he hovered over you and something told you to strap in for a long night.

“What can I say... I missed you and I want to make up for lost time.”

#✎ . chlo wrote smth #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein

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anonymouslosersworld · 1 year

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Thirst

Fandom: Obey me shall me date

Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

Genre: Smut (M)

Prompt: Mc/reader gets into a magical mishap and ends up being hit by an uncomplete/incorrect spell that amplifies their desire. Their desire being a certain someone.

Mammon

You have always recognized how attractive Mammon is. His beautiful tan, firm chest, and his complimentary white hair. His tsundere personality was frustrating but adorable.

But right now his looked absolutely delicious. You could feel your mouth watering just by looking at him. you had been feeling hot and needy for a bit but you didn't want to impose on Mammon when he had company over.

but if you really had to blame someone it was mammon. He knew you found him irresistible when he showed off his demon form. You wanted to pounce on him at that very moment. but his stupid company was taking your mammon's attention for too long and they weren't taking the hint you wanted them to leave.

You bite your lip as you zero in on his abs that lead into his pants hiding the thing you wanted to take a peek at and jump for a good old time. But him having company was making you miserable, the shower you had taken earlier wasn't helping as much as you thought it would.

Your hair was still dipping wet as the droplets were falling to Mammon's black shirt you had taken hostage. It had been hours since you got hit by the spell and nothing had happened. But you found yourself in a certain mood, craving him.

Your face felt hot, in fact, your entire body felt hot. You knew what would calm you down and you were going to get it.

" Mammon~"

" Hang on Treasure."

If Mammon had bothered to look, he might have avoided, the entire situation but Mammon wasn't known for being all that smart. Being denied yet again made you angry, so it was finally time to take what you wanted, what was yours.

"I grow tired of waiting." In an instant, you were on mammon's lap pinning him to his own sofa pulling his hair to his side, and leaving his neck open. The air was thick in tension, It was hard to even swallow.

Mammon looks at you in shock, he almost mistook you for a demon. The look on your face was serious and intimidating. Something he wasn't serious about. "I own you Mammon, you are mine!"

Apparently, a demon reclaiming their stake in their partner. Mammon couldn't lie it was hot but a little embarrassing done in front of the company. well, a company he didn't want but still.

"dismiss them. Now."

"tre-Ah~" Mammon moaned as you bit into his neck " w-wait. ~hmm, fuck!" you had begun unbuckling his pants and started rubbing his cock through his pants. All while leaving hickey's on his neck.

"Leave," you demanded, " It appears Mammon needs to be reminded who owns him."

The company of witches was watching you guys, frozen until you had to address them and they booked it to the door. they knew one thing. Never and I mean Never get in between to get/stop anything done with demon biology including and not limited to claiming or reclaiming in this case between demons.

'" N~No wait! go~oh~ gotta do something. s-stop!"

"you say that but you spreading your legs, trying to wrap yourself around me."

Mammon had not realized it until now but his chest was already marked up and his nippled erected from you teasing them with your fingers. His pants were already off and the witches left had basically left a dusty figure of themselves trying to get out of this room.

His cock was fully erect ready from your teasing, the witches had left two hours ago. you had already made edged him twice and had made him cum over his pool table while you pegged him and made him stain his couch from riding him.

" y/n please~! I'm yours!"

An 8-in vibrator was stuffed deep in Mammon's ass massaging his g-spot while you had stuffed his cock into your hole. The thudding of his bed hitting the wall was heard through the house as well as his pleads. Mammon's hands were pinned to his own headboard. He wasn't able to touch you in all this time.

"Don't worry Mammon as soon as you get milked out of all your cum. I'll leave you alone"

Leviathan

Levi was an interesting case, very interesting. He knew you would be affected by your spell and it made him nervous. There was no way that you didn't want a yucky otaku like him but he couldn't provide anything you were interested in. Yet you were still around. you kept fidgeting with something and wouldn't let him see it. You didn't let him see it not even as the thing absorbed him.

He had every right to be nervous.

Levi's wrists were held by a pair of slimy tentacles while another pair kept his legs spread apart. He could feel the slime trail around his body. The same tentacle that had duplicated into 8 different tenacles, who were now playing with his body as you thoroughly enjoyed yourself looking at him get fucked by your tentacles. Levi was stunned, his body defiled and explored. All he could do was be open-mouthed while his eyes rocked to the back of his head.

"Ack~! Hmm~!"

"so pretty," you say as you cup his cheek, "and your all mine! no Ruri-chan to keep you away from me."

"AHh~"

Levi's face burned red at your words and actions.

The sounds of the tentacles fucking into his now sloppy hole and the other two tentacles rubbing and squeezing around his two serpent cocks. The splatters of his cum drenched the floor, it didn't help that you made your tentacles intertwine with his tail and mess with the most sensitive parts of his tail. He was so glad you stuffed another of your tentacles into his mouth his throat was so sore from all his moaning and declarations of his love to you. He found it a little comforting the rhythm of the tentacle throat fucking him at least it shut him up.

"I can't wait till I fuck you levi. I love you ♡."

Levi was losing himself to the pleasure you brought to him. LOved that you were claiming him. Fucking him so aggressively.

There was still a sting of pain from where you smacked his ass.

This was just like his favorite Hentai.

Satan

The library is for the pursuit of knowledge and is supposed to be quiet.

Satan panted heavily as your hand kept rubbing him in a constant motion. His eyesight was completely covered with his own tie. The cheap cat hair band squeezes his temples from the previous fuck session on one of the library tables. Your legs keep his thighs from closing as his hips rock with the motion of your hand. Satan bites his lip as you apply pressure to his tip.

His own shirt ripped open and clung to the sweat of his body. The buttons scattered across the library floor. His chest was marred with your love marks all over him.

"me-meow"

"good kitty," you say as you loom over his semi-naked body "can kitty cum one more time for me?" your fingers gripped satan's chin as you looked at him.

He shook his head. His own body now aching and cock sore.

"hmm? I guess I did milk the kitty well huh? maybe you'll give me a litter?"

Your hand rubs his stomach

"you'd look amazing full of babies."

Asmodeus

It was a little hard to sometimes tell who was egging on who put all of Asmodeus's followers now knew that there was a reason why Asmodeus was so enticed, charmed, and just utterly smitten by you. The entire day you kinda just loomed around asmo, keeping him company as you messed around and did stuff for his blog. It wasn't until a certain live stream that the effect really kicked in.

"O-ooh Fuck!~"

Asmodeus' legs clammed shut around your head. His back arched and his hand was gripping your head and his sheets. Your tongue was deep into him and your fingers had a tortures stead pace making him go crazy.

" Fuck yess! The way you show your love for me... it's enough. hmm~ to make me t-there!"

He had fucked demons, humans, and tons of other species but he could never ever get over how passionate you were when you decided to claim him over and over again. The red hand prints on his ass cheeks from when you fucking him doggy-style still stung. You kept making him melt with climaxes over and over again.

"I'm going to go f-fuck crazy!"

you raise up from eating asmo's cunt, leaving your fingers still fucking his hole."

"I want you to. I want you to be crazy over me as I am over you. " your lips connect as he tastes himself in your mouth. His legs wrap around your waist. Stopping you from going back down on him.

"fuck me, I want you close."

A lot of people including the prince of devil-dom just knew how down and lustful your claim over asmo was.

Beelzebub

Beel wasn't so sure why you wanted to be on his lap but still didn't deny you as all you ended up doing was snuggling up to his chest and ensuring you were cuddling while he sat on his bed. All he knew was that the spell just amplified your desire and if it was in his capabilities he would do it.

Your hand caressed his biceps and muscles as your nose was nuzzled into his chest.

"I'm hungry Beel." your tone was sultry as your hand played with his hair while the other was placed beside his body. he somehow knew it wasn't food.

Your hands push him down as you straddle him. Your hands slipping his sweater off his body. Your hand grips the edge of shirt of his shirt.

"~n-ngh! d-does this make you feel full?"

"hmm! so full.~"

You directed your intertwined hands on your stomach. you fingertips touch as you smile at him before making him feel your lower stomach.

"can't you feel it beel, you fill me up. s-s~oh nice." You make his fingers trace the bulge that his cock made on your stomach. HIs blush intensifies as the whimper gets stuck at his throat. Beel hips stuttered as he felt his stomach tightening but he ignores the feeling to hold your hand.

Beel has always been a romantic at heart.

Belphegor

"y-y/n!~" belphegor whined as his held your shoulders.

"hmm? what do you need princess?"

"t-this is emb-raah~ssing!~"

"awwe but you like it when I'm fucking your tight little hole sweetie."

Belphegor's back was killing him as you had folded him into a mating press and fucking his cock int that position. it made him feel so weak as you zip tied his hands and placed it onto you neck while you fucked his cock.

"nngh~" the machine you placed on his hole worked hard against his hole making sure to hit his spot. The grip you had on his balls nearly made him cream . The marks you left on his thighs woke a fire that started the whole thing in the first place. Your hand moves grips his thigh and forces his thigh to open.

"A-ah!" Belphegor moans as you smack his ass for not keeping his legs open. His cock throbbed within you as he spread his legs a little more.

"Be a good boy Belphie or else i'll have to punish you ."

Belphegor shook his head no, as he wrapped his legs around you waist.

"n-no. Make me come please!"

Diavolo

Diavolo felt responsible for what happened to you. He decided to personally watch you as you kept insisting you were fine and if someone had to watch you then you insisted it would be him.

He always felt like he missed a lot of crucial social stuff due to his royalty and barbatos. But thanks to you he wasn't missing getting fucked dumb inside the student council room on lucifers desk.

Diavolo's hands gripped your hips as you rode his cock. The things on lucifers desk were scattered on the floor as DIavolo was laying on the desk.

There was a vibrating dildo up Diavolo's ass, and nipple claps on his chest. Your sultry gaze seduced Diavolo and made him feel butterflies in his gut. The lipstick kisses roamed his body, some of them were hickey's.

You leaned down and held Diavolo's head to kiss him as you rocked your hips into your spot. Your kisses suck the soul out of him, well if he had one.

Barbatos

Barbatos was tasked to keep an eye on you by Diavolo. So for the duration of the said spell, he was to be taking care of you making sure you didn't escape your room as you previously had. Knowing that the Seven demon brothers were weak towards you they knew that Lucifer and his brothers would end up caving. The angels were out of the question due to the very fact that apparently, you had a very VERY strong corruption kink towards SImoen and Rapheal. That seemed to have a strong effect on them. Solomon was also out of the question due to some...incident. Which made him the defacto caretaker as Barbados wouldn't cave.

..or everyone thought.

"a-aah~!"

Barbato's gloveless fingers clenched your sheets as he loomed over your bed. Your panties stuffed into his mouth to keep him from being too loud. Barbatos top clothes were pushed past his shoulders and loosely flowed around his arms around his elbows/arms.

"Shh~ Barbatos the young master might hear you.~"

"hmm~!"

"unless of course, you want him to know?

Bsrbatos eyes widen as he raised his head from your bed when he felt your lubricated fingers go even deeper.

"Your so wet, do you like it that much hm~?"

Barbatos tail tightened its grip on your arm and shoulder as your finger begins to pick up speed to abuse his weak spot. He gasped as the toy you had wrapped around his cock began to massage his balls trying to seduce him into yet another orgasm. Barbatos curses his legs as they began to tremble. He blames it on his old age and works for his now weakening knees.

"The poor young master is going to hear you~ He's going to find out you fell astray from his orders," you whisper into his ear

His back arches even more as you curl your fingers within him, repeating the motion before kissing his neck. You add yet another finger in him. He was well aware of your knee placed between his legs as he spreads his legs wider so that your fingers glide easier into him.

" He's going to know that you fed into my desire for you."

"N-ngh!~"

"That you offered yourself up to me."

The firm grip on the base of his tail makes his legs give out almost begin enough to make him cum.

"O-oh!!~"

Barbatos bites down on your panties in order to quiet himself as he cums. Your tongue swirled around the swell of his tail. Your mouth sucked harshly as his hips stutter from his climax. With a pop, you release his tail.

" You poor, pretty little thing."

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nochukoo97 · 7 months

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.28)

pairing: idol!jungkook x gf!reader

summary: the one where you fall sick after you and jungkook get into a fight right before he has to leave for america

word count: 1.3k+

taglist!: @imlyfie @jksgirlhere

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You seriously didn’t want to end your last moment with Jungkook before he flew to America this way, but the both of you had been on edge the past few days, so a little argument only fueled the both of you to grow upset and agitated.

Hell, you didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye to him, you simply just acknowledged your boyfriend heading out with his two luggages before he closed the door.

But here you are, sitting alone on the couch of Jungkook’s apartment, nose puffy and red from sobbing earlier. Even though he would be only gone for three days, you knew this fight would make it seem like ages for the both of you.

The next day you were sitting on the counter, picking at your bowl of food. If Jungkook had been here, he would chat with you while the both of you ate, he would sneak little kisses here and there or feed you something. The absence of your boyfriend’s presence further fueled this empty and broken feeling in you.

To add on to that, the time difference with both countries made it worse to communicate, normally Jungkook would stay up late to call you whenever you woke up, but it seemed because of the fight, he had not done so. It hurt you a little inside, afraid that the both of you would be at a silent war with each other for the next two days.

Jungkook on the other hand, was pacing back and forth in his hotel room, his finger hovered above the ‘call’ button of your contact in his phone, yet the previous unsolved argument made him retract his finger, deciding to send you a text instead.

Your phone lit up beside you, catching your attention.

kook ❤️: baby, are you awake?

kook ❤️: miss you, let’s talk when i get home okay?

You almost let out a sigh of relief that he had at least not forgotten to talk to you, quickly picking up your phone, you reply,

me: yes, it’s late over there, why aren’t you asleep?

It was true, it was at least 2am there and you knew he had an early morning the next day. Jungkook paused for a second, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noticed your thoughtful comment.

You watch as the three dots appear and pause for a minute, Jungkook on the other hand contemplating on how he should respond to you.

kook ❤️: was thinking about you

me: go to sleep baby, you need rest for tmr

Jungkook sinks in his seat a little at your abrupt reply, normally you would have maybe replied with emojis or simply more expression, but it seemed as if the previous argument had still been in your mind.

He quickly reacts to your message with a ‘thumbs up’ and turns his phone off, laying on the cold hotel bed. If not for the argument, he would’ve been on a call with you, falling asleep to you doing chores or random activities, with your presence. Yet now Jungkook feels a part of him empty, laying in silence and hoping his body falls asleep soon.

To be fair, the weather forecast did not say it was about to rain this heavily today. Your initial plan of a quick run to the convenience store near Jungkook’s apartment failed miserably, as you begin to run to the nearest shelter, clothes soaked from the sudden downpour.

A string of curses flows out of your mouth as you try your best to shield yourself with your hands over your head. If Jungkook was there, he probably would have brought an umbrella, or he would have run in the rain together with you, making it seem not bad at all. But of course, with your heart heavy from the argument and the absence of your boyfriend, the rain only further fueled your frustrations.

When you finally reach home after running to the convenience store, you’re dripping head to toe, sniffing as you feel a headache coming in. Falling sick was not on your list either, but it seemed a ten minute run in the rain made your body shut down immediately.

Jungkook had texted you that night, but you had no energy to simply pick up your phone from the coffee table, body limp and weak on the couch as you curl up, shivering from time to time. To add to that, you had run out of medicine in your emergency cabinet, and you knew well enough that going out to buy medicine for yourself was the last thing to do.

“Baby, I’m home,” Jungkook calls out, but he’s only to be met with a dark apartment, looking a little more bare than usual.

Your cat mug was not on the table, the pink blanket you had always left on the couch gone, your laptop on the coffee table gone.

His eyebrows furrow, causing a crease between them as he walks into the kitchen, then the study room, then finally your shared bedroom. Jungkook loses it when he realises, your pillows on your side of the bed are gone, the bedroom slippers you always left near the bedroom door are also gone.

“Fuck, where did you go?” He mutters under his breath, cursing at himself for not calling you before he boarded the plane. You couldn’t have left the house out of anger right? It seemed like it was the only reasonable explanation at this point.

The small light that emits from the gap between the floor and the door of the guest room catches his eye, as Jungkook hums in confusion, why would you be in there?

When he creaks open the door, he’s met with a huge lump of blanket, pillows scattered around the mattress, a mini set up of your mug and tissues and your laptop right next to the bed.

“Jagi, why are you in here?” He pulls open the blanket, making eye contact with you, curled up into a ball, nose red from sniffling.

“Kook, don’t come near me,” You croak out, voice scratchy as you use your foot to push him away. It only makes him step back one step but you’re satisfied with the distance for now.

“Are you sick? Why didn’t you call me?” He approaches you again, ignoring your hands that attempt to swat him away as he places his palm on your forehead.

Hissing, he retracts his hand, “You’re heating up,” Jungkook frowns at you, concern flashed over his face as he studies you.

“I moved here because didn’t want to keep the germs in our room, then you won’t catch it,” You whisper, throat already stinging just after speaking a few words earlier, “I left my phone on my side of our bed, I was too tired to go back to take it,”

Jungkook can only sigh, mentally scolding himself, “How long have you been like this?”

“Two days? I went to the convenience store but it started raining and I forgot an umbrella. It’s okay though, I also didn’t want to worry you too much since you weren’t here,” You let out a smile, stroking his cheek tenderly.

“Next time tell me immediately okay? You’ve been sick and alone for two days, I could have at least sent someone to take care of you,” He looks around the room, a pile of tissues at the corner of your bed as you realise how close he is to you.

“Kook, go out of the room, you’re gonna catch my cold,” You whine, hands pressed against his chest as you attempt to push him away again.

“I’ll rather be sick with you than be away from you,” And with that, he rolls onto the mattress, trapping you in his embrace. Jungkook laughs seeing you squirm about in his hold, rambling on about how he should not be in the room right now.

“I’ll go and buy your medicine soon, in ten minutes okay?”

“Then please stop cuddling me or you’ll have to miss the rest of your promotions,”

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cb97breathing · 8 months

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BECAUSE I LOVE YOU - HAN JISUNG

Pairing: Han Jisung x Afab! Reader

Theme: Enemies to lovers, smut, oral, creampie. 18+ NO MINORS.

Word Count: 2.2K

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You shouldn’t be upset at what you’re seeing, after all you’ve never once liked him. He always teased you, made your life miserable, was always picking a fight with you. So why now do you feel your heart in your stomach as you see him with a girl practically all over him. Jisung has always been the bane of your existence, ever since Chan introduced you to his friends, wanting you to fit it with them cause well, you never had any and were always keeping to yourself. Han constantly picked on you, with his cocky and condisending smirk. He always riled you up whenever he was around. Chan always said you both fought as if you were an old married couple, and the thought made you gag. But now, seeing him with a girl on his lap made your heart ache.

You stared at the alcoholic beverage Chan made you, wishing you never let him convince you to even go to this party. When you looked back up you saw Han looking at you with his little infamous smirk. It made you shake in anger. You downed the drink Chan gave you and winced at the sting as it burned your throat. If he wanted to play games, you weren’t up for it. So you went to the kitchen to get another drink, wanting to distract yourself from the jealousy you were clearly feeling. Since when were you jealous, since when did you care if another girl was all over him? Since when did you wish it was you on his lap while he smirked up at you and whispered things in your ear?

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing drinking all alone?” You looked up to see a man you didn’t know leaning against the kitchen counter smirking over at you.

“Alone is how I prefer it to be honest.” You said quietly. Not liking the way he was eyeing you. He moved closer to you and ran his hand up your thigh, making you freeze.

“We could do something together that is much more fun than drinking.” He grinned and you shuddered as you felt his hand go for your ass and squeeze.

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You turned to see Jisung staring at the stranger in pure rage. You had never seen him angry, not like this. “She clearly isn’t interested.” The guy raised his brow and looked at him with a smirk.

“Fuck off bro, this has nothing to do with you.” He growled as he walked over to Jisung. Compared to Jisung the man was much taller and jacked, but Jisung didn’t seem phased at all.

“She has everything to do with me you fucking prick.” He hissed.

“Jisung— it’s okay.” You whispered as he looked over to you. “I’m fine.”

“Aw, scared I’ll get to fuck her before you do?” Your eyes widened as you saw Jisung’s eyes darken. He punched the man in the face hard and you squeaked.

“Don’t you fucking talking about her like that you dick.” The man growled and punched Jisung right back making him fall to the ground.

Your eyes widened as he got on top of Jisung and started wailing on him.

“S-Stop!!” You cried out. “Don’t hurt him!” You tried to pull him off of Jisung but he just threw you off him making you collide with the counter. Thankfully Chan and Changbin rushed in and forced the man off of him and out of Chan’s apartment before he could do anything else. You rushed to Jisung’s side and helped him sit up.

“Y-You idiot why did you do that?” You choked out as you looked at his bruised cheek and split lip. “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.” Jisung groaned as you helped him up and out of the apartment, yours was thankfully down the hall so you didn’t have to go far. When you got inside you sat him on the couch. “Stay right there.” You said quietly.

“If I had known I’d have to be hurt to finally get invited into your apartment I would have done so much earlier.” He smirked over at you, making you scoff in response. You walked into your bathroom to get a cloth and some alcohol to clean his lip with and walked back in. You sat down next to him and poured some alcohol on a q-tip.

“Maybe if you weren’t such an ass to me all the time you wouldn’t have had to.” You muttered as you gently placed it on his lip. He hissed and flinched away. “Stay still.” You ordered softly. “It’s going to get infected if I don’t clean this up.” He sighed and did as he was told, flinching and wincing as you gently cleaned it. You didn’t see the gentle loving gaze coming from him as you focused on cleaning his lip. “All done.” You whispered. “I’m going to get you some ice for your cheek.” You gathered the stuff you brought and threw out the stuff you used, once you put everything back you put some ice in a ziplock bag and brought it over to him. You sat back down and gently place it on his cheek. He hissed again and gently placed his hand over yours that held the ice pack to his cheek. You tried to ignore your fluttering heart as it reacted to the contact. “Sorry.” You whispered.

“Thank you.” He said quietly. You looked up at him and when you saw how he was staring at you, you forgot how to breathe. You both stayed there, staring at each other hands still touching. Your eyes fluttered to his lips and then back to his eyes.

“W-Why did you do that Jisung?” You asked quietly. “Do you know how scared I was?” He let go of your hand and used the same one to caress your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

“Do you really not know?” He asked quietly. “—Y/n, I don’t know how you can be so oblivious.” You’re eyes opened and you stared at him in confusion.

“What are you talking abou—“ You’re cut off by his lips being pressed to yours. Your hand let the bag of ice slip from your fingers as he kissed you deeply. Your heart felt like it was going to rupture out of your chest as he pushed you down on the couch, hovering over you. Your fingers gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him down, wanting him to be closer as you melted into him and kissed back just as passionately. He kissed you until he was gasping for air as he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Because I love you, you idiot.” He panted out. “I’ve always loved you.” His nose brushed against yours as you started at him wide eyed. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you panted softly. “And I know you love me too.” He smirked. You huffed and tried to push him off of you.

“Keep dreaming you ass ho—“ Once again he pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off with a feverish and hungry kiss. You whimpered as you tangled your fingers in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. Han rocked his hips into you making you moan softly in response. You kissed each other desperately as you continued to rock against each other in need. You felt him push your skirt up as he nipped at your lips. He panted softly as he pushed his jeans and boxers down. He ripped your panties off in seconds making you gasp softly.

“Need you, need you now Y/n.” He whimpered as he brushed the tip of his cock against your core. “Already so wet for me.” He grinned down at you and you whimpered as you felt him press his tip into your entrance. “Gonna make you mine.” He thrusted into you making you cry out and arch off the couch. Jisung moaned loudly as he felt your warm wet walls close in around him. “Perfect, so perfect.”

“J-Ji.” You whined softly. He thrusted deeply into you and nipped at your neck. His hand slipped between you and began to rub your clit wildly. You cried out loudly and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

“Keep moaning my name love, God I love when you say my name.” He nipped at sucked on your neck until there was a mark left. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. That you’re finally mine.” You whined loudly as you felt him hit deep into you. Your toes curled and you clung to him tightly. “God you sound so fucking beautiful. You’re so fucking perfect.”

You could feel yourself getting close, his words, along with his fingers and cock sending you close to the edge. You sobbed out his name as you arched off the couch, feeling your walls begin to clench.

“That’s it beautiful. Let go for me.” Your eyes rolled back and you finally hit your peak, crying out his name loudly. He pulled out of you and kissed down your neck, he settled between your legs and groaned at the sight of your core. He dove in and made you cry loudly as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Your legs shook as his tongue licked and explored your drenched core. “You taste fucking divine. God I could eat you all night.” You shuddered and whined loudly in response. “You’d like that huh? Me eating out your pussy til you beg me to stop?”

“Want your mouth, want your cock over and over.” You whined and rocked into his mouth. He growled and buried his face into your core, licking and sucking at your clit like a man starved. Your moans and cries fueling him to keep going, he was determined to make you cum from just his tongue. Your eyes rolled back and you rocked against his tongue desperately, the sight almost making him cum instantly. He let you ride his tongue watching you in awe. You moaned his name out desperately and he knew you were close. Your legs began to tremble violently and he sucked at your clit desperately as you screamed out as your second orgasm hit you.

He groaned as he licked up your juices and kissed your thighs. He picked you up bridal style as he kicked off his pants and boxers. He carried you to your bedroom and gently laid you down on the bed.

“Strip love, let me see all of you.” He pleaded softly. He ripped off his shirt and you bit your lip as you took in his toned upper body. His cock was still rock hard and you quickly rid yourself of all of your clothes. He crawled over you and kissed you deeply. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered softly. He spread your legs wide and lined his cock at your entrance again. “Wanna fill this beautiful pussy up with my cum, can I love?”

“Yes, please.” You begged softly. “Fill me up.” He growled softly and thrusted into you hard making you cry out. “F-Fuck Jisung!” He laid gently on top of you, wanting to feel every bit of you. He nuzzled his face in your neck as one of his hands linked with yours above your head. The other gripped your hip and squeezed as he rocked into you wildly. “Y-Yes yes yes please.” You whimpered out.

“I love you.” He whimpered into your neck as he rocked into you. “Fuck Y/n I love you so fucking much.” Your heart leaped out of your chest and you turned your head to kiss him deeply.

“I love you.” You whimpered into his lips. He smiled into your lips and nipped at them gently. You rolled him over and settled on top of him kissing him hungrily. Your hips rocked desperately as you rode him, making him whimper and moan beneath you.

“Oh my god.” He whined at the sight of you riding him, his hands ran up your stomach and he squeezed your breasts gently as he rocked up into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him thrust wildly into you. You whined loudly and clung to him as he pulled you close. You kissed him passionately and rocked your hips to meet his thrusts. You could feel yourself getting close as you whined loudly into his lips. You buried your face in his neck as you mewled loudly.

“G-Gonna cum.. fuck. Jisung please.” You whined loudly. He groaned and rocked into you desperately, feeling his release also coming. He throbbed inside you as he felt you begin to clench.

“Cum with me love.” He moaned out and you let out a soft cry as you clenched around him. You felt him hit his peak inside you, filling you with his hot seed. You shuddered violently and when limp in his arms. He held you close to him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You both stayed there, tangled in each other, panting softly as you tried to calm your trembling body. “You did so well.” He said softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. You whimpered and nuzzled your face in his neck. “I can’t wait to show everyone how you’re finally mine.”

“Yours.” You whispered. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled and kissed his neck gently.

“Good, cause you are and I will never let you go.” He kissed you softly. “Never.”

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filynxs · 2 months

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: ̗̀➛ Boundaries.

⚝ Satoru Gojo is your boyfriend. You two have an amazing relationship. However, you have never set your boundaries when it comes down to your sexual preferences. So you plan to do this. However, that conversation takes a radical turn.

⚝ Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader

⚝ sexual content; 18+

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"Boundaries?" he asks you, his honeyed voice dripping curiosity as well as amusement, "What for?"

You sit down on your bed, sighing as the soft mattress catches you. Looking up at your boyfriend, you can‘t help but adore his playful grin.

"Oh you know," you trail off, trying to find the right words instead of blurting out your thoughts, "for when we have sex." But you fail miserably, and a pink blush covers your soft cheeks at your direct statement.

However, it had to be said. You and Satoru are now together for months. The two of you have had amazing sex, however, you never really talked about what each one of you likes or does not like. And this is the right time to do that.

He grins at you, letting himself down right next to you on your bed. Stretching out his legs, he lays on his side, looking up into your eyes with his shiny blue ones. It looks like diamonds are gazing at you, glistening in the dim light of your room. His white hair strands brush his forehead as he takes his black rounded glasses off. Now he is completely invested in this conversation.

"Alright," he replies cheekily, "go on, sugar."

Your body tenses up ever so slightly. He knows damn well what effect he has on you, even though you have been a couple for a while. Brushing his fingers over your exposed thigh, he looks at you attentively.

Running your tongue over your lower lip, you take a deep breath. How would you start something like this? You have never done that. The sound of your heart racing in your chest is getting louder in your ears as silence fills the room. A silence that needs to be broken by none other than you.

"How should I say it?" you ask him, your shaky voice barely above a breath, "I don‘t know how to start."

Satoru snickers, his white teeth being exposed by his parted lips that shine so glossily. His palm finds your thigh, gently stroking it with slow movements.

"Just tell me what you don‘t like." he explains, "Which body part do you want me to touch, and which not?" As he speaks, he runs his hand further up your thigh until reaching your shorts. It‘s like this piece of cloth is the only barrier that stops him from touching your warm crotch. He leans closer to you, and you can feel his breath on your cleavage that is halfway being exposed by your tank top. His eyes stay on yours the whole time, taking in every tiny reaction that takes place on your cute face.

Your cheeks heat up, as if someone just turned up the heating inside your room. However, it is your body that is radiating this warmth, and you can‘t stop it.

"I don‘t like it when you touch my feet." you softly utter, your eyes darting all over his handsome face, "That tingles."

An amused laughter escapes your boyfriend, and he props his arms on the mattress, sitting up on it right in front of you. His dimples show as he laughs, a beautiful detail on his face which you like. However, you do not like the feeling of embarrassment that creeps up inside you. This was definitely not how you expected this conversation to happen.

"You‘re tingly?" he snickers, crawling between your legs, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

He runs his hands over your bare legs, leaving an electric feeling coursing through your skin. Goosebumps spread over every tiny spot he touches. Just as if he is using magic on you.

"I don‘t know." you justify yourself, "Because you would’ve tingled me then."

His fingers move down to both of your ankles, slowly massaging them in circling movements.

"Yeah, that‘s true." he admits, now calming down his laughter. He rather looks playful now, as if trying to tease you by brushing his fingers over your ankles. "Your skin is so soft there." whispering, he raises one of your legs, putting them on his shoulder. You loose balance and gently fall onto your back, right into the soft pillow that has been right behind you.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" you ask him in surprise. Startled, you look at him bringing his lips up to your ankle. He kisses your soft skin with tenderness, and the tingly feeling of it causes you to squirm.

He kisses your ankle, slowly brushing his lips further up your leg. Every spot that is being touched by his glossy lips is getting a kiss, not being left out.

"I‘m testing you." he purrs against your knee before putting your leg down on the mattress again. He leans down to your thigh, gently kissing and sucking on it while looking up into your eyes. Your chest moves up and down with every heavy breath you take, your mind being blurred by literally anything he does.

"Tell me, do you like this?" his hands find your hips while his mouth continues to kiss your soft thighs. You can’t bring your voice to speak so you just nod in reply, thus he continues his motions. Your shorts are being pulled down by his slim fingers with ease, exposing your warm crotch in its glory. "What a bad girl. Not wearing any underwear."

He looks at your pussy for a while as if taking its beauty in. You can‘t help but feel embarrassed, however, arousal also fills your veins at the way he possessively stares at your slick folds. His eyes dart up into your eyes, his grin widening at your breathlessness.

"You‘re so beautiful." he breaths softly, letting his eyes wander down to your breasts which lie below your thin top. He devours you just with his gaze. "Your nipples are hard."

He bites his lower lip as his eyes circle around your hard nipples that rub against the fabric of your top. You squirm a little, wanting him to rip that last piece of cloth off your body.

However, he decides to tease you a bit more instead. His hand finds its way up your leg, letting his thumb massage your inner thigh. It makes you shiver pleasantly, and, obviously, he catches sight of that.

"Do you like what I‘m doing?" he asks you, teasingly moving his thumb even closer to your folds that crave his touch, "Want me to continue, hun?"

You nod. You eagerly nod in response. It‘s like he took your ability to speak, leaving you stunned and filled with arousal and delight.

"I want to hear you say it." he softly demands, "Say it."

His hips move against the mattress, and you can tell he is liking this too. The way how his eyes glisten in lust makes your mind go crazy, having you look at him without even blinking a second. He looks up at you from your thigh, kissing your skin once again while drifting his fingers teasingly closer to your weakest spot.

"Satoru," you breathe out, your voice breaking as you whisper, "please continue."

He flashes you a grin, and without any warning he lets his fingers slip over your folds up to your clit, feeling how your warm crotch is pounding against his palm. Your body acts on its own, letting your hips move against his palm. He takes the sight of you rubbing yourself on his palm in before pressing further against your entire pussy.

You arch your back like a kitten, and your toes curl at the arousing touch of your partner.

"Stay still." he utters below his heavy breath, gripping your thigh with his free hand. His fingers move on your pussy, working their magic on your sensitive clit. His touch on your sweetest spots drive you crazy, and the way he circles around your flesh causes you let out soft moans that sound like a melody to his ears.

"And how do you like this?" he purrs before sliding his index finger through your wet entrance, letting it easily sink between your folds. You whimper in an utter pleasure, knowing how well he knows what to do to please you.

You can‘t even answer him before he slides the next finger inside you, leaning down to bring his lips to your excited clit. "How about this?" his voice vibrates against your sensitive skin, and he flicks his tongue over it.

Gripping into your bedsheets, you feel a searing heat building up inside your stomach. A heat that spreads down your legs until reaching every inch of your toes. You want to release this heat, and he is going to make you do it.

"Or should I do this?" he asks against your hot spot, sucking on your clit. The feeling of it sends a wave of electricity through your veins, causing your entire body to shake in delight. Your muscles tense up, and this is where you know that you can‘t control them anymore.

His fingers slowly slide in and out of your wet entrance, your liquid sticking onto them like sweet nectar. Looking up at you from your crotch, he grins against your clit on which he continues sucking eagerly. His tongue plays with your weak spot, and he is doing it damn right.

"Yeah, Satoru," you pant into the thick and hot air, "just like that."

Your hand finds its way into his white hair, slowly stroking through them and feeling their softness below your fingers. He moves his head on his own, and starts to lick your clit even rougher and faster now. This feeling is bringing you to the edge, and your body is begging for release until you give in to the feeling of pleasure, squirting right into his handsome face. Your sweet juices coat his mouth as well as his nose, let alone his cheeks.

Pulling away, he looks at you with a satisfied grin on his lips, licking your nectar off them before pulling his fingers out of your warmth. "I guess you liked that, didn‘t you?" he chuckles, slowly stroking your hot crotch with his hand. Your pussy throbs against it, as if begging him for more.

"I did." you reply, gasping for air, "But I want more."

His honeyed laugh rings in your ears for a mere moment, and in the next second his t-shirt lies on the floor, exposing his well-trained torso. His slim body is adorned with sharp muscles you could look at for hours.

"Don‘t worry." he assures you, removing his trousers to set his hard length free, "I‘m not finished with exploring you yet."

Your cheeks heat up as he leans forwards, propping his arms on both sides next to you so he can hover over your curvy figure. He brings a small plastic package between his sharp teeth, ripping it open to get the condom out. Its color is transparent, and it‘s so thin that you can almost not clearly see it when he holds it in his fingers.

His eyes stay on yours the entire time while he gently slides the condom over his entire length. Sweat drops form on his forehead as he does so, and his jaw tenses up at the arousing feeling.

Lining up his cock with your entrance, he gently presses his tip against your tight hole. But he stops instead of pushing it all in.

In confusion you raise your brows, and your throbbing pussy awaits his hard shaft, but he only looks at you, seeming unpredictable. He could be planning his next move, but you don‘t know what he is going to do.

All of a sudden, his hips move against yours, only letting his tip slide between your walls that embrace him. You gasp softly, letting your hips move along with his. But the next thing he does distracts you, because his one hand is moving up to your breast, massaging it through the thin cloth you wear. His caresses cause your nipples to rub against the fabric of your top, and you moan in ecstasy as he continues to squeeze your breast with playfulness and eagerness.

He then tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose your entire bare torso to his hungry eyes. Taking you in like a delicious dessert, he proceeds to grope your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"How do you feel when I do this, hm?" he purrs, and now you can even sense a hint of breathlessness in his soft voice. He wants you just as much as you want him, but he continues to tease you to test your limits and boundaries. "Or this?" He gives your breast a tight squeeze before then leaning down to take your hard nipple between his lips. His skilled tongue plays with your sensitive flesh, causing you to moan out in delight and lust.

Your toes curl, and you can‘t help but arch your back, causing your body to be pressed further against his. His tip is inside you, but you want more of him between your tight walls. You want to feel his hard flesh penetrating every inch of your womb.

His free hand moves up to your neck, letting his fingers gently wrap around it. He feels your pulse which increases dramatically.

"Eyes on me, Y/N." he softly murmurs against your nipple, and your gaze shifts down to his, "I want you to watch while I do this."

"Don‘t tease me, Satoru," you beg him, moving your hips against his to let his tip slide further into your pussy, "I want you to fuck me."

He gives your nipple a gentle bite before leaning slightly back, his hands finding their way to your waist. "That‘s what I wanted to hear." he states, his voice lacing a hint of arousal and satisfaction.

Gently ramming the rest of his length deep inside you, he causes the two of you to let out a loud moan of ecstasy. He lays his head back into his nape as he fucks you, speeding up his movements. Your breasts bounce along his thrusts, which become rougher and faster with each second that passes by. The thin condom lets you both feel an intense level of closeness and pleasure, as if you can feel his bare flesh deep inside you. You spread your legs even wider, and he looks down at you in response. His brows are slightly furrowed and his lips part, a light shade of pink appearing on his cheeks. The lustful expression of his turns you on even more, causing you to move your hand downwards to your clit. You rub it in rhythm with his pleasing thrusts, and you can‘t help but let out every single noise you make.

It‘s like he is using every muscle of his entire body to fuck you senseless, and it‘s definitely working on you. His hands move down to your thighs, gently lifting them to get a better access to your entrance. His shaft easily slides in and out of you, and you can feel the warmth inside your stomach again. The searing heat that eats you up from the inside. You know you are close, he knows he is close.

"Damn," Satoru grunts in arousal, panting as he rams himself deeply inside you, "you feel like you were made for me."

The sound of wet flesh slapping together rings in the room, turning you on even more. This erotic sound paired with the delightful moans of you and your boyfriend drive you to the edge, bringing you to the moment you have awaited. He rams himself deeply inside you one last time, hard and roughly, and the two of you come together, groaning out the pleasure you two feel.

It‘s the first time that you managed to come in the same moment, and this somehow feels so special to you. You have reached your climax in the very same second, letting out your nectars of delight.

As his seed fills up the thin condom, he slowly moves inside you a few last times, letting the aftershock of the orgasm hit him. His hands still tightly hold your thighs, leaving marks on your skin. You two gasp as he pulls out of you, strings of your sweet liquid following his shaft.

The sound of heavy panting fills the room, and you just look at each other, letting your gazes speak more than thousand words ever could.

Satoru then removes the condom from his shaft, but what you did not expect is that he grabs another one. He opens the package, and grabs the thin condom out, gently sliding it onto his hard length.

"Next round." he whispers into the air, his hand finding its way to your breast, "Gotta milk me dry, 'kay?"

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hqbaby · 9 months

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two — still winning

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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He doesn’t care. Why would he? He’s not your boyfriend or anything. You’re just two close friends who happen to fuck sometimes. You’re a grown woman. You’re allowed to go on dates with guys… who aren’t him.

“What is wrong with yer face,” Aran says. He reaches out to touch the corners of Suna’s lips. “Smile!”

The boy just scowls at him. “What are you doing?” he says, yanking his friend’s hands away from his face. “Don’t touch me.”

Aran bursts into laughter. “Yer so serious!”

“What’s goin’ on with ya?” Osamu prods, launching himself onto the couch between the other two boys. He pokes a finger to Suna’s cheek. “Ya break up with yer girlfriend or somethin’?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“If she’s not yer girlfriend, then why don’t ya tell us her name? Doesn’t matter if we know now, does it?”

Suna sinks deeper into the cushions and groans. “Will you guys just be quiet for once?”

“Such a grump.” Osamu sighs, slumping against the couch’s arm. “Anyway, what’re we doin’ over the break?”

“Kita and I are headin’ home before trainin’ starts,” Aran says. “I miss my bed.”

The gray-haired twin hums. “I’d go home too but I got that internship comin’ up.”

A pillow lands on his face.

“Quit braggin’ ‘bout yer internship.”

“I’m not!”

As the two of them bicker, Suna takes his phone out of his pocket. He pulls up your chat and reads your last message to him.

y/n the love of my life: nah i have a date

His eyes linger on your contact name. You set it up, obviously. The two of you (read: just you) were baking a cake in his kitchen (and failing miserably because his only contribution to the effort was distracting you with memes). You had asked him to send you a video he found of a bird freaking out when its owner “disappeared” behind a blanket because you wanted to show it to Oikawa and tell him that’s what he sounded like when Iwaizumi left him alone.

“Y/N L/N?” you gasped, reading the name he had you saved as. “Is that all I am to you?”

He burst out laughing when he saw how offended you looked. “Are you seriously upset?”

“Duh!” you said. “You’ve literally been inside me. And I’m just ‘Y/N L/N’ to you?”

“That’s your name isn’t it?”

You glared at him. “I’m not letting you have any of the cake.”

“Good. I’m pretty sure I’d get food poisoning anyway.”

“Rin!”

He laughed again, holding his phone out for you to take. “Fine,” he said. “Change it to whatever you want.”

A devilish smile appeared on your face as you took the phone away and started typing. He tried to see what you were doing, but you just pulled the screen closer to you so he couldn’t look. “It’s a surprise,” you told him. “Can’t ruin it.”

“You type really slow.”

“Your dick is microscopic.”

“Hey!”

With one last look at your handiwork, you gave him back the phone. “There,” you said. “Now, it’s accurate.”

He glanced at his screen and smirked. “Gee, you got a big ego.”

“Yeah. Bigger than your dick.”

“Stop talking about my dick!”

He tries rationalizing your “date” in his head. It’s not like you’ve mentioned liking anyone, he doubts it’s anything serious. He figures that you just decided to make plans because he was supposed to have plans. That’s probably all there is to it. You’ve done this before. It’s not any different from the other times. It’s not like he cares anyway, he has no reason to.

“Where’s Atsumu?” Aran asks, pushing Osamu’s feet away as the boy tries to stick them in his face. “Thought he’d be here after his test.”

“He came home earlier to get dressed, said he was goin’ out tonight,” Osamu says, trying to get his feet in Suna’s face this time. “Dunno where he thinks he’s goin’ without us.”

“Probably has a girl.”

“Doubt it.”

“Ya never know. Some girls like an airhead.” Aran pretends to swoon, forcing himself on top of Osamu. “‘Oh, ‘Tsumu! Yer so dreamy! Have my babies!’”

The twin’s hand lands in his face, pushing him away. “Gross,” he says. “Well, if Suna can get a girlfriend, I guess ‘Tsumu can too.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend then.”

Osamu is rewarded with a firm kick to the groin.

“I’m tellin’ ya! It tastes great!” Atsumu insists. “Ya just haven’t tried it yet.”

Your face is a mix of both disbelief and amusement. “Uh-uh,” you say slowly, laughter threatening to spill from your lips. “I guess I’ll have to find out the next time I crave cereal with orange juice.”

“I’m serious! Don’t knock it ‘til ya try it!”

You laugh. “But why would I want to try it?”

He shakes his head and makes a faux serious face. “It’s in the pulp,” he explains, gesturing wildly as he tries to convince you that no, this is not a crazy person thing he’s saying right now. “Ya mix it in with the fiber and it just makes the flavor pop, y’know?”

The two of you burst into laughter.

The date’s been going well so far. You’d be lying if you said Atsumu’s the perfect gentleman because he isn’t. He talks while he eats and bulldozes through his meal without an effort to look proper in any way. He didn’t bring you to any of the nicer places on campus where the guys usually take girls that they want to impress, but the restaurant has its own charm. It’s cozy and warm and Atsumu talks to the owner of the place like she’s his own grandmother. He’s clearly a regular. And the food’s great too.

He’s fun to be around, you think. He’s, well, a regular boy with the usual quirks, but there’s a sweetness to him. Like you know he means well. What you see is what you get, and you don’t mind what you see at all.

“You’re on the volleyball team, right?” you ask when the conversation lulls as the two of you eat.

“Yup,” he tells you eagerly. “I plan on going to the Olympics.”

“Wow. That’s big.”

“It is. But it’s also what I’ve always wanted to do.”

You nod in understanding. “I have friends on the team. Your schedules get crazy sometimes, don’t they?”

“Yeah, they do, but we love it,” he says with a smile. “Who’re yer friends? I probably know ‘em.”

“Oikawa and Suna—I mean, I’m not really friends with Suna,” you correct yourself. “We’ve spoken a few times.”

“No kiddin’!” he exclaims. “They’re both great—just don’t tell ‘em I said that. Suna’s actually one of my best friends, went to highschool together and everythin’.”

Your eyes widen. “Seriously? What a coincidence.”

He chuckles. “Can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

You nod and smile, but you can believe it. You and Suna live in separate worlds most of the time. The only way you’re technically supposed to “know” each other is through Oikawa and you barely get involved with that part of your friend’s life anyway. It makes you wonder, though. What kind of person is Suna with his friends? Is he any different from the Suna that you know? Maybe you wouldn’t even recognize him.

The rest of the dinner goes on without a hitch and Atsumu drives you back to the dorms after.

“I had fun,” you tell him, digging into your purse for your key. “You shouldn’t have paid though. I’m the one who owes you.”

He waves it off. “Ya can always pay next time.”

The corners of your lips curl upward at the bold remark. “Next time?”

“Well, if that’s… y’know, somethin' ya wanna do,” he says sheepishly. “Would ya? Wanna do this again, I mean. Soon maybe.”

He looks at you like a little boy with hopeful eyes, an image that doesn't entirely match his rather large physique. It’s endearing. It’s sweet. And you decide that you might actually grow to like this boyish side of him a little.

“I have practice tomorrow,” you tell him. “And we have a team dinner after.”

His face falls slightly, trying to hide his disappointment. “Oh, sure. No, I get it.”

“How does coffee sound to you then?”

He lights up at that, face bursting with joy. “Sounds great,” he says. “Meet ya at the quad?”

You nod. “I’ll text you when I’m free.”

“Cool,” he says, still beaming. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” you say, reaching up to plant a kiss on his jaw. “Night, ‘Tsumu.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You unlock your door and step inside, waving at him one last time before closing the door behind you. You lean against the wall, a kaleidoscope of tiny butterflies already gathering in your stomach as you sink to the floor. It’s a new feeling. Interesting, but nice.

Buzz. Buzz.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone to find a text from Suna.

rin: how was the date?

you: pretty good actually

you: i’m seeing him again tmrw

rin: nice

Suna feels the urge to chuck his phone across the room. “Nice.” That was his great response. He groans, feeling like a bumbling fourteen-year-old again. He didn’t like being fourteen at all. -3/10, not an experience he’d ever recommend.

He looks down and reads your message again. You’re seeing the guy tomorrow. That’s soon. You just had your first date and you’re seeing him again. It must’ve been something special, Suna thinks, and it makes him feel sick.

His phone pings. Another text from you.

y/n the love of my life: can i come over?

He stares at your words for a while. For a moment, he’s convinced that his mind is playing tricks on him, that he’s just seeing what he wants to see. Then, he smirks, knowing that of course it’s real.

Somehow, he’s decided that, though the guy might be special, it means something that you’re going to end up in Suna’s bed anyway. He doesn’t know exactly what it means, but it means something. It means: Mystery Guy 0, Suna 1. He still comes first, he wins this time. And that’s all that matters.

It makes him feel better than it probably should, but he tries not to think about that. Not now at least.

notes. i'm gonna let u know rn that all the characters in this series are dumb college kids w big feelings and no idea what to do w any them. today is suna's day to be oblivious to his emotions but everyone's gonna get their turn eventually 😩 (also the spice starts next chapter hihihi)

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