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aestheticaltcow · 2 months

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The Night When It Went Wrong

Finally, part two to the Six Months multiverse.

More parts coming soon...

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Six Months

Carmy walked toward a modest white-paneled house with a long brick walkway. A knot formed in the back of his throat as he walked up the steps to Selena’s front door. This was a mistake. He could turn back now, drive home to you and Mia, and pretend this had never happened. He'd pushed the doorbell before he could stop and think about what this would mean for his relationship.

Selena opened the door quickly. She stood in the doorframe wearing a cropped white t-shirt and the same pair of lacy panties she’d been wearing in the picture she’d sent meer hours ago. She greeted Carmy with an overly seductive look. He swallowed and looked her up and down as she reached out to hook a finger in a belt loop of the Dickies he’d worn to work that day. She pulled him into her house quickly, closing the door behind him. She pushed Carmy against the closed door and pressed her lips to his. Carmy was cautious but felt it melt away when Selena’s fingers tangled in the roots of his hair; her lips were different from yours, but the desire behind them was intoxicating. Carmy felt a chill go down his spine when his hands moved to Selena’s hips to pull her body closer to his.

She ended the heated make-out session and pulled Carmy upstairs and down a short hallway. Before entering what Carmy assumed to be Selena’s bedroom, he noticed the framed pictures on the wall. They were the typical pictures you’d see in a family home, although one stuck out: Selena in a princess-y white dress next to a tall man in military regalia. “You’re married?” Carmy questioned.

Selena quickly shook her head, “I’m divorced. My husband cheated on me after I had our kid- he was a shitty husband, but he’s a great Dad.” Carmy nodded, and a wave of guilt crashed over him. He was being a shitty husband.

Once in her bedroom, Selena took charge and pushed Carmy onto her bed. She straddled Carmy’s hips and yanked at the hem of his shirt. He followed her lead and allowed her to remove his shirt and throw it across the room before putting his hands on her face to bring her lips to his. Selena pushed her tongue into Carmy’s mouth and felt herself gag at the overpowering taste of tobacco and artificial spearmint- how she hadn’t tasted it before was unbeknownst to her. She pushed his forearms down to the mattress beneath their bodies and moved to kiss down his jaw. Carmy moaned softly when her lips pressed against his collarbone.

Selena sat on her heels as she pulled Carmy’s pants down his thighs. Carmy swallowed and closed his eyes when he felt Selena’s hand grasp the base of cock. As she stroked him and licked at his tip, both of them realized that he wasn’t… excited to be there with her. Selena huffed and stood up abruptly, “Am I not hot enough for you or something!” she angrily stared down at Carmy, crossing her arms over her chest. Carmy sighed and pulled his boxers and pants up in one swift movement.

“I can’t do this,” he said, avoiding eye contact at all costs. He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor before quickly exiting her bedroom. He couldn’t make out what Selena was yelling as he exited her house, the only thing on his mind was you and Mia.

Carmy pulled his shirt on as he got into the driver’s seat of his car. He saw his phone in the cup holder where he’d left it. The screen was illuminated with texts you’d sent between his arrival at Selena’s house and now.

Where are you?? I’m sorry for blowing up at you We should probably talk Can’t sleep without you… come home soon, Carm I love you, even if I’m mad at you

“Fuck.” Carmy laughed as he turned on his car. He pushed a hand through his hair and quickly turned on the radio before turning his phone off. He tossed it in the passenger’s seat before quickly driving down the suburban street lit with the occasional street light. Carmy couldn’t go home to you right now. He needed to get his head straight. Did he just cheat on you? He didn’t have sex with Selena- he couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. Carmy drove through the downtown streets of Chicago for a couple of hours before deciding to go to work when he saw it was almost 4 AM.

Carmy unlocked the door to the kitchen and turned on the lights before walking to his locker. He changed his shirt before going into the office to try and get a couple hours of sleep before the produce delivery came in.

The night came and went, you couldn’t sleep. While you’d been upset with Carmy’s comments the night before, you’d grown accustomed to him sleeping beside you. When you’d rolled over that morning to see him missing, dread and guilt washed over you. You checked your phone to see he hadn’t texted you back. What if he was dead? He was tired when he’d come home from work last night. What if he fell asleep behind the wheel and crashed his car or drove into the Chicago River? You groaned and decided to call off work that day. The last thing you wanted to do was go into the office to edit some documentary about butterfly migration.

As the morning went by, you felt your anxiety increase. You still hadn’t heard from Carmy and you couldn’t shake the intrusive thoughts of him being hurt and alone. “Okay Mia. We’re goin’ to Grandma’s house!” you faked your enthusiasm hoping Mia hadn’t picked up on your energy, or notice that Carmy hadn’t been home all morning. You shot Carmy another text and threw your phone into your purse before picking Mia up out of her highchair. She squirmed in your arms as you unlocked your car from the front porch.

After strapping Mia into her car seat and offering her a pacifier, which was promptly spit out, you laughed and kissed her cheek before walking around to the other side of the car. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat for a moment; Mia happily babbled to herself as you pushed your hands through your hair. You grabbed your phone out of your bag and texted your Mom, asking if the two of you could come by. She immediately responded, demanding you get there ASAP. You shook your head as a soft smile came to your face.

As you pulled into your Mom’s driveway, you saw her step onto the porch. She waved excitedly and came to help with Mia as you turned the car off. “There’s my girls!” she smiled as you exited the car. “Hey, Mommy.” You greeted her and watched as she walked around the car to get Mia from her car seat. Mia squealed as your Mom peppered kisses on her cheek.

“Let’s get this little princess inside. Coffee?” she offered. You nodded and followed her inside, locking the car before entering your childhood home. As the two of you entered the kitchen, you couldn’t help but notice the framed pictures on the wall. You and your siblings throughout the years, pictures of your nieces and nephews, when you saw a picture from your and Carmy’s wedding, your breath hitched. Your Mom noticed immediately. She balanced Mia on her waist and shot you a look, “Are you okay, peanut?”

You looked up to see her face softened with concern. You shook your head, trying to hold back your tears. “Uh, Carmy and I got in a fight last night… he left and didn’t come home… now he isn’t answering his phone. I'm tempted to go down to the restaurant, but I don’t like mixing our relationship problems in with all that—I just—I just feel like such a fuckin’ failure, Mommy.” you confessed as you quickly blinked away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. “Hey. You’re not a failure. Get in here.” your Mom cooed, gesturing for you to hug her with her free arm. You frowned and closed the space between the two of you.

As you rested your head on her shoulder, little fingers pulled at your hair. You laughed, feeling a little bit better. You looked at Mia to have her hand brushed against your forehead. “Thank you, princess.” You grinned, breaking away from the hug before taking the baby from your Mom’s arms. You held her close to your body as you watched your Mom pour coffee into two matching bunny mugs.

“Do you want me to watch Mia for a couple days?” you shook your head at your Mom’s initial offer. “Mom, I couldn’t—" you were interrupted by your Mom insisting that it would be no problem and that she wanted to spend more time with her granddaughter before she could talk back. You sighed and reluctantly agreed. The two of you hung out for a bit before you decided to go home and wait for Carmy.

Natalie was doing paperwork in the office when her phone buzzed.

Carmy’s at the restaurant, right?

Yea Is everything okay?

Yeah He just isn’t answering his phone

Want me to kick his ass? I might be pregnant, but I can take him

Lol Just annoy him for me but like subtly…

She laughed at the text chain and slipped her phone into her pocket as she got up from her chair. She poked her head into the kitchen to see Carmy prepping vegetables for the night's special menu. “Bear? Can you come in here for a sec?” she asked, disguising her intention well enough not to raise suspicion in him. He looked up at her to say, “Give me a minute,” before returning to his chopping.

Natalie nodded and leaned against the desk. A moment later, Carmy came in, wiping his hands against his apron. “Yo. You good?” he questioned, looking at the apathetic look on his sister’s face. She shrugged, “Why aren’t you talking to your wife?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, “Sugar. It’s really none of your business.”

Natalie clicked her tongue and gave Carmy ‘the look.’ The one that said she knew something was going on, and if he wouldn’t tell her, she’d find out one way or another. Carmy sighed and closed the door to the office before leaning against it, “Okay. I fucked up.” he scoffed, pushing a hand through his hair. Natalie shot him a perplexed look and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/N and I haven’t… since the baby came,” Carmy said, gesturing toward Natalie, hoping he wouldn’t have to delve too far into his sex life with her. Natalie grimaced at the thought and nodded softly, signaling Carmy to continue explaining the last 24 hours, “So last night was the boiling point, I guess? Um- I uh- I blew up at her a little bit and uh left.”

Carmy scratched the back of his neck questioning himself, should he tell his sister the full truth of what he did? He knew she’d tell you in a heartbeat. Maybe he could convince her to let him tell you before she took the lead. “I uh… I sorta- I sorta fuck.” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. He stared at the floor, biting the inside of his cheek. “Natalie, I cheated on her.”

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verahella · 2 months

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✧˖°. SIX EYES, TWO HEARTS

gojo satoru is the strongest for a reason. ambition burns a fire deep in his chest, large enough to match his ego. he’s constantly improving, honing his skills to a level of perfection no other sorcerer can reach. heck, he’s the only holder of the six eyes and limitless in four centuries.

but that’s only when you, the love of his life, his future wife (you just don’t know it yet), are not sitting right next to him.

you’d asked him to help you control your cursed energy and he’d accepted with an eager grin, showing you what he called the ‘best technique’—watching movies together. (no, it wasn’t his idea of proving to suguru that he had a date.)

your grip on gojo’s arm tightens at the shitty horror movie and his cursed energy leaks out the more his heartbeat races but he doesn’t care.

satoru steals a glance at you. your hair frames your face perfectly and there’s a frown on your soft lips he wants to wipe away and wow, he’s never noticed the arch of your nose before but it’s beautif—

smack!

the pain is blinding for a moment and satoru groans and clutches his nose. his vision doubles and he sees two of his attacker—one of yaga’s stupid dolls snoring at him. which idiot made it wear boxing gloves anyway?

oh.

“satoru, are you okay?” the tinge of panic in your voice breaks his stupor, “i didn’t think you’d be scared of ‘the ring’ but your heart is beating so fast—”

“i’m fine.” he smiles as a thin trail of blood drips from his nose, “i’m totally fine.”

“satoru, you’re bleeding—”

“it’s just a little blood.“ and a permanently flattened nose. he’ll have to contact a surgeon later.

gojo waves his hand in dismissal and puts an arm around the couch, an act that was supposed to be cool if you hadn’t heard the tiny whimper that left him.

your brows knit together in worry and you pull out a handkerchief, dabbing at the blood lightly. his elation at your proxmity lasts briefly before you pinch his nose and pull him closer, tilting his head up.

his mouth falls open, less because he’s shocked and more because that’s his only way of breathing now.

it’s a weird way to ask for a kiss but the sorcerer certainly doesn’t mind.

satoru leans in and puckers his lips, closing his eyes. this is it, finally, he’s managed to woo the girl of his dreams and that too with blood dripping from his nostrils. all that eavesdropping on you and wikihow knowledge finally paid off.

he’s a millimetre away from your lips when—

thwack!

“what are you doing, you creep?!”

satoru dazedly blinks and his fingers flit over the imprint of your palm on his cheek, “what?”

“you were trying to kiss me.”

“was i not supposed to?”

you look at him like he grew three heads, “no, you weren’t.”

satoru’s features twist in disappointment and his puppy eyes almost have you reconsidering, “oh.”

an awkward silence follows. yeah, you like satoru too. you like his cheesy jokes and how his laugh brightens up the room. just a teeny tiny bit.

but what else were you supposed to do except slapping him when he suddenly attacked you with fish lips and blood on his face?

still, as you see him caressing his cheek with an odd look on his face, guilt creeps up on you. maybe you shouldn’t have hit him that hard.

you sigh, “i’ll get some ice. until then…”

you kiss his cheek, a peck that lasts barely a moment but has both your cheeks heating up. “i hope this suffices.”

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cottonconnielvr · 10 months

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Eren is such a brat tamer. He takes interest in girls who run wild, making reckless decisions, walking around with the worst attitude.

He finds it amusing, how easily he can manipulate you into a dumb mess for him <3

He won’t raise his voice at you anytime you piss him off. His voice is so calming and sweet-sounding but it’s a complete contrast to the way his hand is wrapped tightly around your wrist, dragging you out of a random house party.

You whine and attempt to tug your wrist away (shouldn’t have done that). “Eren I was just having fun! You’re so fucking controlling” Your drunk voice slurred out (shouldn’t have done that either) Eren stayed quiet which scared you a little, his face was unreadable. You couldnt deny the fact that you were a little scared. Your past boyfriends would’ve argued with you right in the middle of the party. But Eren was so quiet, it was scary.

He opened the passenger door, waiting until you fully get in before closing the door. You sat in silence and watched as Eren walked over to his side. The closing of the car door boxes you in. The tension is high. Eren’s sighs once again before looking over at you, right in your eyes. You immediately fold, looking down at the cup holders.

Eren cups your jaw, making you look directly at him. “Look at me, don’t do nun of that shy shit because you know damn well you ain’t shy.” You can feel your eyes get teary.

“You think i’m controlling hmm?” Eren’s thumb rubs your cheek. You don’t give an answer, feeling so intimidated by his stare. You know how Eren doesn’t go for immature childish shit.

“How am I controlling for wanting you to stay safe? I asked you not to go to this party and you did anyway. Do you know how many men would fuck you if they had the chance? They would do anything to get it… that means hurting you Y/N. Do you understand?” You nod, lips forming into a pout.

“You’re a very beautiful woman and I just wanna keep you safe. But i’m controlling right” Eren let’s go of your jaw with a laugh, leaving you to sit in guilt.

All he wanted was for you to stay safe. Whenever you went out plenty of strangers would stare at you. You’ve had your times where you had to fight off a creep all by yourself. It was certainly scary. If Eren wasn’t there to protect you then how would you protect yourself?

“I’m sorry ren” Your eyes get so blurry with twars, threatening to swim down your lash line.

He ignored your apology, turning up the music before pulling off.

Eren can’t hear your cries of his name. His black airpod max headphones sitting on his head. He has his back turned towards you, sitting at his desktop. He wasn’t paying you any attention, typing away at the computer.

You think you might’ve gone brain dead. You’ve been sitting here for more than two hours, crying and sobbing. You’ve apologized over a thousand times and he still is ignoring you. poor baby :((((

Your legs are also cramped up, the spreader bar pulling them so far apart.

The vibrator has been sending vibrations to your cunt for so long. You think your clit may be a little numb but it quickly goes away once you cum again. You’ve squirted and squirted, wetting the bed almost completely.

“E-eren….never do it again” You cry in full sobs, feeling another orgasm approaching. It starts to hurt, you’re so tired and just want a break. But you really wanted Eren to just look back and see how sorry you are. I guess you’ll just have to wait until he feels like it.

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xzaddyzanakinx · 6 months

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| So, So, Right | pt. 2

Stepbro! Anakin x innocent reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: eventual smut, inappropriate relationships, make out sesh, reader has oral fixation

Info: Modern AU, Anakin is whipped, Anakin literally worships the ground you walk on, reader is accidentally a brat, Anakin is conflicted, NOT PROOFREAD

You were impatiently waiting for Anakin at the front door at 5:00 pm sharp, your makeup retouched and your hair up in an elegantly smooth ponytail. A small scrap of white satin tied in a bow covered your ponytail holder, you’d left your clothes on from earlier just in case Anakin came home yucky, you didn’t want to get your nice clothes dirty.

“What are you doing?” Your mom came up behind you, a mason jar of ice water clinking in her hands.

“I’m waiting for Ani. He’s gonna take me to the movies!” You turned around quickly to flash a big smile at her.

“What are you gonna see?” She slipped her arm in yours and pulled you to the couch, “sit down, standing over there isn’t gonna make him show up any faster.” She laughed.

“I dunno, whatever he wants I guess.” You shrugged, picking at the hem of your shirt.

“You know, I’m proud of you.” Your mom said softly. “I was really worried that you two wouldn’t get along.”

“What? Why?” You scoffed.

“Well you’ve been an only child your whole life and so has he. Sometimes it’s hard to adjust to a new family structure.” She patted your knee.

“Well I don’t think it’s been hard, I love him, he’s my favorite!” You grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good.” Your mom laughed, smiling widely as she heard Anakin’s truck pulling into the drive way.

Your feet hit the ground immediately, pushing open the glass storm door and waiting for him on the porch. His white shirt was discolored and put his jeans had stayed spotless, you assumed he probably took them off to wear his work clothes. He slammed the truck door shut, bobbing his head to the beat of whatever song he’d been listening to moments earlier.

He jogged up the front steps and held his hand out to stop you from running up to him. He grinned at your pout and furrowed brows, giving a light chuckle at your reaction.

“Look at me, you don’t want this all over you do ya?” He gestured to his stained shirt and grease streaked arms.

“I don’t care!” You rolled your eyes, a slight smile creeping up your lips when he bent down with his hands behind his back to give you a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“C’mon. Gotta shower.” He opened the glass door and ushered you inside with a gentle pat to your ass.

“Ani!” Your mom greeted him with an awkward smile, a bit of confusion in her eyes.

Anakin’s breath caught in his throat, - did she see that? -

“Hey Satine.” Anakin swallowed his guilt laced worries and smoothed the situation over with his charming smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up.” He thumbed over his shoulder to the stairway, before jogging up to your shared bathroom.

You walked to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of grape juice for yourself and a can of Pepsi for Anakin. Your mom following closely, her anxious demeanor went unnoticed by you.

“Gotta go get changed.” You said as you slipped past her.

“Knock knock.” You said playfully as you entered your room, seeing the bathroom door wide open and the steam coming from the shower.

Receiving no answer you hummed to yourself while you sat down your drinks, turning to your neatly made bed and seeing a cute light pink summer dress, clean white cotton underwear, a pink bralette and some white sandals. You smiled to yourself, loving when Anakin chose your clothes for you.

You slipped out of your dirty clothes and into your clean ones, stepping into the dress just as Anakin was walking out of the bathroom with a towel hung low on his waist.

“Is that okay?” He questioned, making sure you’d be comfortable wearing the outfit he’d picked.

“You always pick the perfect thing.” You smiled, pulling your ponytail over your shoulder and spinning around so Anakin could zip your dress.

He ran his knuckles down your spine on their way to your zipper, sending cold chills through you. You giggled at the sensation and pulled your shoulders up to your ears when his plump lips made contact with the nape of your neck.

“Gorgeous.” He clicked his tongue, eyes roaming your figure.

He turned on his heel, going to his room to get clothes on. He dropped his towel about halfway through the bathroom, leaving him completely bare. He didn’t even turn around to acknowledge what he had done, you blushed as an unfamiliar feeling bloomed in your stomach. You shyly looked anywhere but his open door, that is until he came strolling in, focused on buckling his belt.

“How d’ya think I look?” He did a little twist in place to show off his nice casual clothes. Non-ripped black jeans, black vans and a black&red flannel with a Minor Threat shirt underneath.

Giving him two thumbs up and a big smile you bounded over to him, stopping right in front of him. He leaned down a kissed each side of your mouth, pulling back to smile softly as he stared at your lips.

“How come you never kiss me for real?” You asked, Anakin seemed a bit taken aback by this.

“Do you want me to?” He leaned in closer, noses brushing together.

“Yes.” You smiled, closing the distance between you.

Your lips meeting in a gentle embrace. His velvety smooth lips caressing yours in an intimately cute dance. You could feel him trying to stave off a smile and it sent a shiver down your spine that made you giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He pulled back grinning.

“Nothing!” You squeaked, feeling warmth forming at the apex of your thighs.

You felt a bit shy, so you just quietly held out your hand for him to take. Which he of course did, pulling you to the door and down the stairs at breakneck speed, catching his breath on the bottom step with a laugh.

“Need some cash?” Obi-Wan asked, not looking up from his book on the couch. “Satine said you’re going out?”

“Nah I’ve got it covered.” Anakin said, flicking his wrist in a wave at his dad.

“Be safe.” Obi-Wan peered over his book from under his glasses.

“Always are, aren’t we bunny?” Anakin teased, playing with the ‘ears’ on your satin bow.

You giggled and agreed, making your way to the front door and into Anakin’s truck in no time at all. Anakin beat you there to open the door for you, waiting until you had buckled your seatbelt before closing the door and climbing in his side. His warm hand resting on your knee, squeezing lightly as he backed out of the drive way.

“Took a bit longer than I thought,” he hummed, “Sonic okay? I don’t think we have time for a restaurant.” He tapped the clock on the radio.

“Yeah, ‘course.” You agreed as he pulled up to a stall to order your food. You were just happy to be here with him.

A vanilla milkshake and a whole load of tater tot’s later you were making your way through the ticket line at the movies, settling for something scary. Anakin always teased that you weren’t ‘big enough’ to handle horror movies, and you wanted to prove him wrong.

“I promise. I won’t get freaked out like last time!” You tugged on his shirt sleeve while he laughed.

“Sure. Sure. Just don’t come crying to me when you get scared.” He said semi-sternly.

“Fine.” You crossed your arms, feelings a bit squished thinking that he might’ve been serious.

“Baby, I’m only kidding. You know that.” He pulled you into his chest with a possessive tug at your hip.

“I know.” You answered quietly, collecting your tickets from the man at the counter.

“Let’s go find a good seat m’kay?” He pulled you along, his arm thrown across your shoulders.

He led you to the top row, the theater was sparse compared to what you expected. The movie had been out for at least two weeks but you didn’t expect it to be so empty. You clapped excitedly, loving that you practically had the whole place to yourselves.

Anakin lifted the armrest between your seats so you could lean over on him, lifting his arm up so you could comfortably wiggle into place. His arm around you lowered until he had a firm grip on your upper thigh, his thumb in the crease where your leg met your hip, his long fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

That warm feeling crept back up into your stomach, sending a shiver down your legs. Anakin noticed, smirking to himself before twisting to pepper your hair with kisses.

The movie started off slow, but as it went on the gruesome violence was starting to get to you. You tucked yourself up under his arm, hiding your face in his chest.

“Is it too much babydoll?” He whispered, his breath ghosting you ear.

You shook your head, not wanting to admit defeat. “No, just tell me when the killer is gone.”

A few seconds later Anakin gave you the okay signal and your head popped back up to see the bloody aftermath on screen. It was enough to make you nauseous, you closed your eyes and swallowed, refusing to give in to your silly childlike fear.

You squeaked and sunk back into his chest, feeling his chest rumble as he held back a chuckle.

“My poor girl.” He tutted, stroking your cheek softly. “Do you want to go?”

“No!” You pouted.

“There’s no shame in being scared babe. It’s called a horror movie for a reason.” He squeezed your cheeks to puff out your lips, making you giggle.

“I can do it. It’s almost done.” You nodded, sneaking your thumb into your mouth. Chewing the skin on the sides of your fingernail. As stupid as it was, it was comforting to you. At this point you didn’t care if Anakin thought it was weird, you just needed to calm yourself.

He watched from the corner of his eye, your lips wrapped around your digit made his cock twitch.

“Princess?” He whispered softly, his hand not occupied by your ass cheek came to tilt your face toward his.

Sullenly you removed your thumb and gave him a shame faced smile. Afraid he’d be judgmental, your eyes widened as he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. His gaze never left yours as he slipped the pad of his thumb past your lips and slid it gently across your tongue in massaging circles.

“That better baby doll?” He asked, his voice husky as he shifted in his seat.

Something about the way he asked you this, or maybe something about the way he looked at you had you feeling that warm tingly feeling in your stomach again. You hummed in agreement against his thumb, earning a little grunt from his throat. He crossed and uncrossed his legs as he tried to get comfortable again, his dick straining in his jeans.

You spent the rest of the movie just like this, Anakin’s thumb caressing your tongue and his other hand migrated under the hem of your dress, trailing lightly up and down your thigh.

As the credits rolled you unfurled from Anakin’s embrace, reluctantly standing up to stretch. Anakin laced your fingers with his yours and led you down the steps and too the main foyer of the theater.

“Hey!” Someone called your name and your head spun in search of the source.

A hand waving frantically caught your attention and you squinted to properly see their face. Joshua, a student from one of your Gen. Ed. classes made his way toward you.

“Who’s this?” Anakin asked, his hand tightening around yours.

“A boy from school!” You said, dragging him behind you.

“Josh! This is Anakin, Anakin, Josh.” The boys nodded toward each other, gauging the other reluctantly.

“How’s your summer?” Josh asked, choosing to ignore Anakin completely.

“Oh it’s good, Ani just started a new job, we’re out celebrating!” You looked up at Anakin proudly, resting your hand on his chest.

“Oh. Nice.” Josh grumbled, “he your boyfriend?”

Anakin opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted. “No silly, he’s my stepbrother. Remember? I told you my mom was getting remarried.”

Anakin’s arm slithered around your waist, pulling you back into him. Tilting your head back to kiss your lips with a devilish grin plastered on his face. You were too busy gazing up at Anakin to noticed the flash of disgust travel across Josh’s face.

“Alright, Josh,” Anakin mumbled, “gotta get my pretty girl home don’t I?”

“Mhm, okay Ani.” You smiled, waving in the general direction of josh, completely unaware that he had made a fast exit after Anakin’s display of affection.

“I didn’t like that guy.” Anakin sighed as he ushered you into the truck.

“Why? He’s always been nice.” You asked.

“He seems off. I think it’s best if you keep your distance princess.” Anakin smoothed your dress before buckling you in. “I just wanna keep you safe.”

“I know, I trust you.” You smiled.

“Good girl.” Anakin grinned, closing the door and making his way to his side.

The ride home was quiet as you watched the night sky twinkle with the stars, streetlights flickering and porch lights turning on. The pavement gave way to gravel as Anakin pulled into the drive way. Suddenly then air felt a bit thicker when he clicked the release on your seatbelt, you turned to him, his face just inches from yours.

“Let me try something okay princess?” He breathed, “c’mere.”

He pulled you into him, one hand on the nape of your neck and one hand pressing against your lower back.

Tentatively he dipped down, eyes flicking from yours to your lips before he dove in and pressed his mouth to yours. In comparison to the sweet kisses you’d shared earlier, this was rougher, more passionate. The aggressiveness of it had you gasping for air and Anakin’s tongue slowly pushed against yours, exploring your mouth slowly, making sure to memorize your taste. Reluctantly he pulled back, your lips chasing his until he gripped your neck firmly.

“You have no idea what that does to me.” He palmed himself, shifting his cock to fit more comfortably, turning your head away when you tried to watch what he was doing.

You whimpered into his mouth as he captured you in another devouring kiss, this time you moved your tongue in sync with his. Earning a moan that rumbled from his throat to your lips. He paused, as if considering something, before cupping your face in both hands and tilting your head back.

His lips left yours to place a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your throat. Taking note of the way you clenched your thighs tightly together and leaned into him, a pleased smirk on his face when he pulled back.

“Let’s get you inside before I… well let’s get you inside.” He chuckled to himself.

Your head too fuzzy to even question him about his odd statement.

“Hop up here baby doll.” Anakin tapped the bathroom sink. Bringing a washcloth to your face to remove your makeup for you.

Brushing your hair and braiding it down your back for you. He placed your toothbrush in your hand and brought your hand up to your mouth. Encouraging you to go ahead and start brushing your teeth while he went into his room.

“You can wear this tonight,” he laid one of his sleep shirts next to you on the counter.

“Spit.” He held a cup to your lips for you to spit your toothpaste into, rinsing it out and filling it with a bit of water for you to rinse the residue out with.

“All done.” He smiled, lifting you up by your hips and standing you in front of him, unzipping your dress slowly, placing his shirt in your hands.

“Go ahead, I’ll turn around.” He smiled, turning on his heels and dramatically covering his eyes.

You let the dress fall to the floor and kicked it aside, removing the bralette and pulling his shirt over your head. Leaving you in just his shirt and your underwear. You tapped his shoulder and he turned his head to nip at your fingers just to hear you squeal.

“Climb up in bed baby doll.” He ushered you into your room, peeling back the covers for you to crawl under.

He dropped his jeans to the floor, and slipped his shirt over his head. His toned stomach stretching as he lifted his arms over his head. He crawled in after you, pulling a book off your nightstand to start reading.

“Just one chapter tonight okay?” He yawned, petting your cheek as you laid on his bare chest.

“Okay.” You nodded, fiddling with a loose string on his boxers.

Anakin tried his best to ignore your fingers brushing against the sensitive skin on his waist. He was quickly becoming flustered, your hand so close to his crotch while you were completely unaware of what you were doing to him. Your touches getting heavier as you felt sleep creeping in, the back of your hand grazing across his half hard length. He jerked unexpectedly and caused you to stir.

“Are you okay?” Your head shot up worriedly.

“Yeah ‘course. Just a little jumpy.” He smiled, a light blush across his nose.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, this time purposely dragging your fingers over the same spot to see if he reacted again.

Anakin did in fact react to your touch, a muffled groan slipped out and he tried to cover it up with a cough as he shut the book. He gently moved your hand up his abdomen, looking down at you with obvious conflict in his eyes. You didn’t understand, you just recognized that he was uncomfortable as he grabbed at his crotch and repositioned himself with a grunt.

“No you didn’t hurt me.” He smiled, “just- just a little sensitive there.”

“M’sorry Ani.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up from his chest, playing with the hairs between his bellybutton and the waistband of his boxers.

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t know baby doll.” He leaned down and cupped your face in his large hands. Rubbing his nose against yours before giving you a peck on each cheek.

“Goodnight princess.” Anakin stood, pressing his lips to his thumb and swiping it across your bottom lip.

“Night Ani.” You whispered as Anakin turned out your light and left to his room.

Anakin laid awake, his cock throbbing and his mind spinning. Finally he sighed, deciding he needed some relief. Slowly he palmed himself through his boxers, groaning from the sensitivity of being hard for so long. He closed his eyes, pulling his member free from the tightened fabric, stroking himself languidly as he pictured your lips around his dick like they’d been wrapped around his thumb earlier.

Just as his legs stiffened and the hot coil in his stomach snapped he heard the pitter patter of your footsteps on the cold bathroom tile. His cum coated his palm, he panicked shoving his softening cock back into his boxers. Thinking quickly he slipped his sticky hand beneath the sheets and wiped his palm against the side of the mattress.

“Anakin?” You sniffled, shuffling to his side.

“What is it princess?” Anakin’s face was blood red, his voice shaky.

“Can’t sleep.” You lifted the blankets and forced your way into his bed, pushing him away from the edge so you could take his spot.

“Bad dreams?” He asked quietly, lifting his arm for you to tuck yourself against his bare chest.

“Uh huh.” You nodded, “remember at the movie?”

“What about it baby doll?” He whispered against the shell of your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair.

“Can I?” You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes.

Tentatively you picked up his free hand, bringing it to your lips. He didn’t protest, so you assumed it was okay, his calloused thumb settled on your tongue. Your nose scrunched up, noticing a weird taste on his skin, tangy and salty. You pulled his hand from your mouth and looked up at him quizzically.

“Why’s it taste like that?” You asked, opening his palm and licking a stripe up the rough skin. Collecting the residue on your tongue while Anakin tried his best to hold back a groan as he felt himself getting hard again.

“That’s enough.” He said sternly, pulling his hand back from your eager lips.

“But- what is it? Tastes good.” You pouted.

“Oh god.” He whimpered, shoving his face into his pillow.

“Ani?” You whined, trying to push him to roll over, so you could see his face.

“Just a second baby.” He sounded like he was having trouble breathing, and it worried you.

“No, lemme see.” You demanded, using all your strength to shift his weight so that he was laying on his side.

He still refused to look at you, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth in a vice grip. So you hiked up one leg and tossed it over his hip, using it as leverage while you place your hands on his chest and pushed. You fell on his lower abdomen, the mattress springing beneath you caused you to bounce slightly as you landed on him, your ass settling on his crotch.

His hands quickly came to your hips, gripping you tightly, trying to lift you off of him.

“Babydoll. No.” He warned, but you crossed your arms and shook your head. Further making your point by scooting back, feeling a warmth pulsing beneath you.

A tiny whimper left your lips when you unintentionally rolled your core against him, a streak of lightning rushed through your body that made your eyebrows furrow and Anakin’s hands left your hips to cover his face.

“Fuck. Baby? Baby!” His hands shot out to grab your wrists that were planted firmly on his bare chest. “Remember when I said I’m real sensitive down there?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, pushing your cunt down on his now rock hard cock.

“God. Please princess I need you to stop.” He groaned, his voice gravely.

His grip on your wrists tightened, squeezing until his fingers dug into your flesh. You tried to shake loose to no avail.

“Let go!” You whined. “Why do I have to stop? Feels good.”

“What?” He squeaked, eyes wide.

“Feels good Ani.” You looked down at him with sad puppy eyes as you rocked against him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, in disbelief at what you’d just said. One hand coming to your cheek in a gentle caress.

“Say that again.” His voice thick with want.

“Feels good Ani. Just let me.” You answered immediately.

“Show me where it feels good, tell me what it feels like.” He tapped your hip to get you to lift off of him.

“Here.” You whimpered as you pressed two fingers against the center of your panties, feeling a wet spot there. “It tingles. It hurts.”

“Do you want me to help? I can make it better.” His hand left your cheek and slithered around the back of your neck, waiting for your answer.

“Please?” You nodded feverishly, the air being knocked out of you when Anakin flipped you onto your back.

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bellaxgiornata · 8 months

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Love to See You Smile

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Summary: For the past few days Frank has been emotionally withdrawn from you, struggling with his past and his pain. Even though it hurts you when he goes through these episodes, you decide to take the day off of work to take him apple picking in the hopes to cheer him up.

Warnings/Tags: light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, soft Frank

Word Count: 4k

a/n: There is a bit of angst at the beginning of this fic, but I promise there's vastly more fluff and sweetness afterwards! I mean it is Frank at an apple orchard after all. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Slipping your arm out from beneath the warm sheets, you grabbed your phone from off the nightstand and turned your alarm off. You felt Frank shifting in the bed behind you, readjusting the blankets over himself as he did. At the movement you glanced back over your shoulder at him, frowning at the sight of his back. He’d been more closed off lately than he usually was, pushing you away the past few days even if it was entirely unintentional.

You knew Frank sometimes had these periods where he withdrew into himself. It was something that had happened a few times now in your relationship with him. But honestly with the things he’d experienced, you didn’t necessarily blame him and you certainly didn’t fault him for it, either. Even if his nightmares had lessened, he still held onto the pain of what had happened to his family. Though while you never guilted him for it, it pained you to silently sit by feeling like there was nothing you could do to help, especially when it felt like he was shutting himself off from you.

Chewing your lip, you stared at his stationary form beside you in the bed with what little morning light was filtering in behind the curtains. If he was aware of you staring, he made no show of it. You knew Frank didn’t have work today, but even on those days that he had off he still always managed to give you a kiss and wish you well for the day before he went back to sleep. The fact that he hadn’t this morning only had your stomach twisting uncomfortably into knots.

Last night before you’d gotten ready for bed you’d had an idea about calling off of work today and spending the day with Frank instead. You’d been trying to think of something you both could do to get him out of the house and to put a smile on his face. Admittedly you had eventually thought of something, but when he’d been so distant and surly last night, answering you with only clipped responses and brief grunts, you’d decided not to bother even mentioning the idea to him.

With a soft sigh you reluctantly slipped out of the sheets, trying not to disturb him as you did. Doing your best to ignore how much it hurt that he'd still not acknowledged you, you grabbed your phone from off the charger and quietly shuffled barefoot across the carpet and out of the bedroom.

Making your way across the hallway, you flipped on the bathroom light, squinting when it nearly blinded you at first. Then you set your phone onto the bathroom counter and focused on brushing your teeth, though you continued to stare at your phone the entire time you did, your mind racing. By the time you were rinsing your mouth out and putting your toothbrush back in the holder, you’d made up your mind.

Grabbing your phone, you leant against the bathroom counter and typed up an email to your boss. You knew she was at the office already and you hoped that she’d respond soon and approve of your request for the day off despite it being so last minute. And thankfully only a few minutes later, as you were scrolling through the website for the apple orchard you’d been thinking about bringing Frank to, your boss had emailed a response approving the time off request. A big smile spread across your face at the sight of it.

Hurrying out of the bathroom, you crossed the hall and made your way back into the bedroom, though you hesitated in the doorway. Frank was still lying on his side with his back to you and the smile faltered on your lips at the sight. Nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, you softly padded over to the bed before carefully pulling the sheets back. Gradually you climbed back into it beside him, noticing that he had begun to finally stir.

Apparently your unexpected return to the bed was what finally caused Frank to roll onto his back, his head shifting on the pillow as he looked over at you beside him. His dark brows were knitted together, his mouth a straight line as he drowsily took in the sight of you lying back in the bed. Confusion further etched itself across his features.

"Thought you had work," Frank groggily asked.

"I did," you answered him slowly, your arm hesitantly snaking its way across his bare chest, "but I requested the day off."

"For what?" he asked next.

"To…spend it with you?" you nervously answered.

A rush of emotions flashed across Frank’s face at your response, his features shifting so fast that you could only process a few–surprise, guilt, more confusion–before his expression finally settled on something soft and light. He wasn't smiling though. You couldn't even recall the last time you'd seen his beautiful smile in the past couple of days.

"You took the day off to spend it with me?" he clarified.

"I thought we could get out and do something together today," you told him with a shrug, fingers lightly dancing across his bare chest. "I could tell that you've been having a rough week. And I thought maybe I could try to cheer you up?"

The corner of his lip twitched faintly at your words, something warm shining in his brown eyes as he gazed back at you. Frank rolled further onto his side to face you as his large, warm hand glided its way up the outside of your thigh to land on the swell of your hip. Goosebumps rose across the flesh of your bare arms at his touch and the intensity with which he was staring back at you.

“Is that so?” he asked, his voice a soft early morning rasp.

You nodded, scooting a bit closer to him on the bed. The fact that he was touching you now and stringing multiple words together instead of just grunting at you was a good sign. That uncomfortable knot that had been twisting and writhing in your gut was soon loosening and coming undone. Even though it wasn’t often that Frank got into these moods of withdrawal, your mind always jumped straight to the fear of him leaving you.

“And what’d you have in mind, sweetheart?” he asked.

His thumb slipped up beneath the hem of your tee-shirt, rubbing circles against your bare skin. For a moment the small touch had distracted you because it was the first actual affectionate touch you’d felt from him in days. Your eyelids fluttered and you fought to keep them open, forcing yourself to remember to answer the question he’d just asked.

“The uh, the apple orchard,” you replied, clearing your throat and trying to focus. “I thought it–it might be fun to go pick some apples. Maybe grab a pumpkin to bring back and carve together later? I just remember you telling me you’d never actually had an apple cider donut the other day when we were talking about fall, and honestly, that’s a travesty, Frank. I thought I could…maybe change that today?”

For the first time in days you saw his lips slowly curl upwards into a genuine smile. You felt your heart skip in your chest at the sight of it, his thumb still dancing across the skin just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“You want to take me apple picking?” he asked, tone teasing.

You couldn’t resist the grin that slipped onto your own mouth at the shift in his mood. Sliding your hand up his chest, your fingers eventually found their way to Frank’s jawline. For a second your fingers just traced the length of it back and forth, enjoying the way his smile grew bigger with each pass of your fingers against him. The slight rasp of his stubble against your fingertips met your ears in the quiet bedroom, a warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of him lying there beside you.

“Is that a problem?” you asked.

“'S'not a problem at all, sweetheart," he answered.

He shifted his head, lowering his mouth to kiss the tips of your fingers when they neared it. Biting your bottom lip, you fought the way your smile threatened to overtake your face.

You absolutely loved Frank and would do anything to put a smile on his face.

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Reaching up, you plucked the apple from the tree, examining it in your hand for signs of insects and blemishes before you turned back around towards Frank. He held the almost full bag of apples that you both had been picking out towards you, but just as you’d been about to drop the apple inside, he snatched the bag back towards himself and out of your reach. You quickly caught the apple just as it had been about to fully leave your hand before it could drop to the ground, Frank chuckling in amusement as you gasped in surprise.

Immediately your eyes narrowed playfully back up at him, quickly losing the battle against the smile desperately trying to make its way onto your face. Frank was grinning boyishly back at you, most of his face covered by the knitted hat on his head and the hood of his sweatshirt that was pulled up over the top of it. The corners of his eyes were creased as he stared back at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Frank’s mood had certainly been lifted shortly after you both had arrived at the orchard and he’d tried that first bite of an apple cider donut before the pair of you had begun picking apples. And the sight of him gradually returning back to his usual self with you had warmed you from the inside out on this chilly October day. You loved seeing Frank’s playful and teasing side come out when he let his guard down with you like this. It was a side you knew no one else ever got to see with him. Just you.

“You sure you want to do that, Frank?” you asked him, ignoring the family that was passing by the pair of you and shooting you curious looks. “Cause I swear I’ll head back to the car and eat the rest of those cider donuts on you.”

Frank raised a hand, pointing his finger firmly at your chest. His expression quickly became serious, the grin slipping from off of his face. “Don’t you even threaten me with that,” he warned. “You don’t get me to come out here and fall in love with those goddamn donuts to just eat them all on me, sweetheart. Don’t play me like that.”

“Okay fine," you relented with a laugh. "I wouldn’t do that to you. You're right, that'd be cruel."

You took a step towards him, reaching your hand out with every intention to put the apple in the bag and continue filling it, but Frank took a step back. Coming to a stop, your eyes narrowed at Frank yet again, watching as he cocked his head to the side, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips now.

" Frank ," you said, dragging his name out. "What do you think you're doing?"

He shrugged, feigning innocence. "I'm not doin' nothing," he said.

One of your brows quirked up at him in disbelief. Slowly, you took another step towards him. Frank took another step back immediately, the smug smirk still on his lips as he watched you.

"What are you playing at, Frank?" you asked him.

"Just thinkin' I owe you for that threat now," he teased back. "Thinkin' maybe if you wanna put that subpar apple in here then you gotta work for it."

Both of your eyebrows shot up onto your forehead, a laugh bubbling out of you. Raising a sweatshirt-covered hand to your mouth, you tried to stifle your laughter.

"I'm sorry Frank, but did you really just call this apple subpar ?" you asked him.

You held the fruit in question up high so he could see it. The way his bottom lip slipped between his teeth as he tried to fight back his own laughter hadn't been lost on you, either. He was having fun and you were grateful you'd taken the day off of work even more now.

"This apple is a shining example of perfection, Castle," you told him haughtily. "I picked it myself. It is literally the perfect ratio of gold to red. There is not a single blemish on it."

"Don't care," Frank said, grinning at you. "Doesn't go in the bag if you can't reach it."

Eyes widening at his words, your mouth fell open as you gaped at him. Frank started walking backwards, holding the bag out in front of himself teasingly as he chuckled at the sight of you standing there in surprise. For a moment all you could do was gawk at Frank's retreating form and the growing, playful smile on his face. It wasn't until a cold gust of wind brushed past, sending a chill through you, that you snapped out of it.

A grin sliding onto your own face, you gripped the apple tight in your hand before darting off after Frank through the line of apple trees. You caught the moment his smile had vanished and a look of surprise crossed his own face before he turned on his heels, taking off at a run with the bag of apples in his hand. The family that had been further down the alley of trees picking apples jumped out of the way of Frank as he sped past. You heard him offer up an apology as he maneuvered around them, racing out of the row of trees and turning right. A hand flew up to cover your mouth, unable to resist the giggle that fell out of you as you continued to chase after him, ignoring the stares that family sent you yet again as you ran past them.

You loved this side of Frank whenever he let it out. He often looked so tough and surly, but you knew beneath that hard exterior of his that Frank had a big heart and was actually incredibly sweet. You also knew he had an absolutely childish playful side if he really got comfortable enough with you. It was something he said you had been the one to draw back out of him after all these years–and that was something you'd never forgotten that he’d told you.

Taking a right turn, you ran past a couple of rows of apple trees, glancing down each one in search of Frank before you inevitably came to a stop. Head darting around you as you tried to catch your breath, you couldn’t find Frank anywhere. Still panting for air, you considered taking off again, thinking maybe he’d booked it down to the end of this section of trees–which you wouldn’t have put past him, the man was in vastly better shape with how often he worked out during the week–but then you heard a low whistle behind you.

Startling on the spot, you spun around. Frank was standing just a few feet behind you, a mischievous grin on his face as he gradually held the bag of apples out to you. Your eyes dropped down to the bag in his hands as he did, mentally calculating how fast you could slip the apple into it

"Alright," Frank's deep voice rumbled out, "I'll make it easy on you."

Slowly your eyes made their way back up to his face. That mischievous grin was still present on his mouth and you didn't remotely trust it. Frank's head gestured down to the bag in his hands when you still didn't move.

"Go on," he urged.

"This feels like a trap," you pointed out.

"Does it?" he asked, a glimmer of something in his eyes.

Shifting your weight on your feet, you studied him for a moment. It was clear he was up to something, but admittedly you wanted to know what . Curiosity easily winning out, you cautiously approached Frank, your steps slow and careful. You had expected him to bolt, but he didn't make a move to run off on you, which only further had you mistrusting what he was up to.

When you finally neared him, gradually reaching your hand out towards the bag, you were shocked that he hadn't pulled it out of your reach at the last second again. But you were surprised at how fast his other hand had come up the moment you set the apple into the bag, his large hand grasping the back of your neck and drawing you in towards him. A soft, surprised gasp slipped out of you at his touch, but when Frank quickly closed the space between you both, your eyes instinctively closed. The second Frank’s chilled lips met yours your mind went absolutely blank. He hadn't kissed you like this in days and you had missed it.

You'd missed him .

Stepping into him, both of your sweatshirt-covered hands reached up and grabbed either side of his face, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You could feel his beard faintly scratching the tips of your fingers that were peeking out through the sleeves of your sweatshirt as you kissed him. His face was cold to the touch from the time you'd both spent outside picking apples, but that didn't stop you from eagerly moving your lips in sync with his.

The pair of you stood there kissing each other for a while, entirely losing track of time and place, surrounded only by the apple trees. The repeated scratch of Frank's stubble against you had you quickly forgetting about the bite of the cold on your skin, and the warmth of his tongue gliding its way into your mouth had your body soon heating up even more than your boots and thick sweatshirt had managed.

But you hadn't been ready for when Frank finally pulled away from you, a faint whine of protest falling out of you when he did. It took a moment for your eyelids to finally flutter back open, finding Frank's face hovering just before yours, his soft brown eyes quite clearly searching your own for something as he stood there. Both of your hands were still cradling his face between your palms as his hand slid from the back of your neck and down to your shoulder.

"'M sorry I've been such an ass lately," he apologized softly. "I just–just had some things on my mind."

"I know," you whispered. "And I get it. But it's just…"

You trailed off, unable to finish the thought. You quickly reminded yourself that you were trying to cheer him up today, not bring him down with your own insecurities.

Frank's hand squeezed your shoulder encouragingly. "But what?" he asked.

Inhaling a breath, you shot him a sheepish, tense smile. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go now, it was written on his face–though you admittedly wouldn’t have expected anything else from Frank.

"I–I get why you get lost in your head sometimes," you began slowly, "but when you pull away from me like you do…I just worry that you're going to–" you paused, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip with the way he was hanging on to your every word, “–worry that you’re going to leave me,” you finished weakly.

Frank's brows drew together at your confession, his eyes somehow softening further as he stared back at you. You could see the emotion washing across his face at your words, and you heard it clear in his voice when he spoke next.

"I'm not gonna leave you," he assured you immediately, a fierceness in his eyes as he spoke. "I love you. You know that."

His lips thinned out as he stood there, a slight grimace creasing his features so minutely you almost missed it. It looked like he was struggling with telling you something, but you didn't have a chance to wonder what that was before he was speaking again.

"You're it for me," he confessed. "That's the truth, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere. Not without you."

Something warm and safe flooded you at his words, tears pricking at your eyes. Frank had told you he'd loved you many times before, but he'd never said something like that to you. Never. Not once. You'd had no idea he'd felt that way.

"I love you, too, Frank," you said, voice cracking as you tried to rein in your emotions. "You're it for me, too."

The smile that lit up Frank's face at your words broke through the gloom of the overcast day around the pair of you. You'd never seen a smile so bright and warm, certainly not on Frank Castle’s face before. The joy in it reached his eyes, radiating from him in waves. Overcome with love for the man before you, you tugged him back down towards you and kissed the beautiful smile on his lips, unable to resist. You heard him laugh against your mouth, amused by your enthusiasm. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, a smile breaking across your own face.

“What was that about?” he asked.

Hands finally releasing his face, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. Your eyes dropped down to the smile still on his mouth, the sight of it filling your vision with your foreheads still pressed together.

"I love to see you smile, Frank," you confessed softly. “Always have.”

"You always manage to pull one out of me," he replied just as quietly. "Don't matter what shit I'm goin' through, there you are. Somehow always bursting through the darkness like the goddamn sun."

You swore your heart felt so full that it was going to burst its way straight out of your chest right in that very moment. Arms tightening just a bit more around Frank, you affectionately brushed your nose against his. He huffed out a light laugh, his hand snaking its way back up to grasp the back of your neck as he broke away from you. Before you could protest, his cold lips were placing a kiss to your forehead and you melted beneath them.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice a rough rasp. “For always makin’ me a priority in your life. For always bein' there.”

“That’s not something that requires a thank you, Frank,” you told him, looking up at him. “That’s just what you do with the people you love.”

You could see the glisten of unshed tears welling in his eyes at your words, the sight causing something to stir in your own chest. Unwrapping an arm from around his neck, you wiped away a stray one that had begun to fall.

“Now,” you began softly, “would you like to finish filling this bag with apples–preferably without anymore running–so we can go pick out a pumpkin to carve tonight?”

Frank laughed lightly, nodding his head as he tried to blink back more tears. The pad of your thumb managed to catch another wet droplet that you tenderly wiped away.

“Yeah,” he answered, swallowing thickly. “I’d like that.”

Disentangling yourself from Frank, you reached out and grabbed his free hand. You entwined your fingers with his before gently tugging him forward, guiding him back towards a row of apple trees. He followed willingly beside you, carrying the bag of apples in his other hand.

“The hell are we gonna do with this many apples, though?” he asked.

Looking over your shoulder at him as the pair of you walked, you shot him a wide grin. “You’re in luck, Castle,” you said. “Because I make a damn good apple pie.”

Frank bit his lip, grinning right back at you as he shook his head. “Is there anything you can’t do?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” you answered immediately. “For starters–chase your ass through an apple orchard.”

An abrupt bark of laughter flew out of Frank beside you, the warm and joyful sound drawing a smile on your mouth that had your cheeks beginning to ache. As you watched him beside you, once again shaking his head at you with a broad smile on his face, you couldn’t help but admire how incredible he looked when he smiled.

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catmelonwriting · 29 days

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Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

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