Could i request something where az and reader are mates. They have a huge fight and “break up” and reader leaves the court. She finds out that she is pregnant and writes him a letter. He never shows up so she thinks he doesn’t want the baby. Rhys visit the court she is in and sees her with a child maybe a couple months old. He is mad because she didn’t told him and when he ask her why she keeps his nephew away she tells him that she wrote az but he never answered. Rhys is mad and ask az what is up with him to just leave his pregnant mate. Unbeknownst to him that az was searching for her the whole time. Az tells him that he never got a letter and they find out that maybe elain burned it. It takes some time for them but they find their way back and just fluff azriel dad who teaches his son how to fly.
( you could write more angst between reader and az because of elain or you could use a maid or something who wants az)
Here Without You
Summary - Being a single mother was more painful than you'd ever thought it would be, especially when your son's father was just a court away.
Warnings - Angst, Elain showing those claws, single mom status, a child, PPD and the thoughts that come with it, **edited to add** cheating
A/N - I had one of my friends who is a single mom help me with this one while also imagining my life without baby daddy, and um, yeah. We cried a lot, so hopefully, you all do too.
*message from Liz regarding the ending at the end*
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You had decided whatever you had done to offend the Mother must have been truly unforgettable and unforgivable as you sank against the wall of your family chambers in the Day Court Palace.
Being a new mother was the hardest thing you had ever and will ever do. You had finally gotten Nox down after 3 hours of fussing and tears, and now you waited. He'd sleep 2 hours if you were lucky, wake up crying, and you'd start the process over.
You had wished for your mate more times than you could count, but that bridge was long gone and burned. He had ensured of that by not coming when you wrote him, by not even bothering to write you a response.
The last fight between you and Azriel had been ugly. Glasses had been thrown, a bottle of wine knocked over in rage, cruel words you would both have to live with ringing in your ears like a scream. 350 years. Gone. Thrown away like garbage. All for Elain.
Selfish, plotting, destructive Elain.
You stood, body swaying with sleep deprivation setting in before sitting at the table where your now cold food set. You were too tired to eat, choosing to instead drink the water you had been desperately craving 4 hour ago.
You had wished you could turn it to wine, drink it with no consequences, and still feed Nox when he woke, but that was not the reality of the world. So, instead, you allowed the room temperature flavorless beverage to slide down your throat before moving like a ghost to the couch. There was no point in getting comfortable in your own bed. You would have to be up soon anyway. It wasn’t as if you had help.
You were alone.
And that wasn't even the most painful part of it.
The most painful part was setting in doubt. The growing disbelief that you weren't capable of this, that Nox deserved more, that you should have dropped him at the cabin you had no doubt Elain had moved into, leaving him with her and Azriel to allow you to-
You cut your brain off, refusing to put those words into a full thought. Refusing to believe that your disappearance or death was better for your son than this.
This had to be enough, you had to be enough, because Gods if it wasn't and you weren't, then what truly was the point in living any longer.
Helion entered your chambers the next morning, eyes falling to where you were sat on the floor, shoulders shaking as sobs tore through you. He placed a large warm hand on your shoulder before taking Nox from your arms. "I know I can not offer much of a break due to his feeding cycle, but when is the last time you ate a hot meal, y/n?"
You shook your head. He was 2 weeks old. You supposed it had been before labor. Since then, it had been moments begging for just a second of deep sleep. Moments begging for the Mother to help you, to guide you. Moments where those prayers went unanswered as if they were just thrown into a void. "I don't remember."
Helion could have killed Azriel for you, for Lucien, for Nox. He almost had when you had winnowed yourself here, collapsing in his arms from the exhaustion magic and a growing babe had caused your body.
You hadn't known when you came to the Day Court, begging your oldest friend for a week of safety and healing that you were pregnant, but the High Lord had scented it the second you appeared.
It left him wondering how the hell Azriel hadn't.
"Let me hire a wet nurse for you," he offered again, knowing you would turn it down since your depressive state had you hyper fixated in this belief that all you were good for now was your breasts, and if you gave that duty away, what purpose did you have? "At least for the next few hours. To give you time to rest?"
You still shook your head, messy, tangled hair trying to sway. "I can't. I can't burden someone else."
Helion turned his head away from you, willing himself not to cry at the emptiness of your voice, at the lifelessness you had become.
"The Night Court and Spring are coming today," he started slowly. "I am the magic selected neutral ground for Tamlin and Rhysand to begin setting a peace treaty and trade routes." He waited for your reaction, almost breaking further as you gave him none. "Do you want to see any of them?"
"Lucien and Tamlin."
Helion felt his heart shatter for Cassian, the male who had been asking about you for months now. "The general-"
"Is Azriel's brother. And probably has taken his side. Attempts to see me are probably to give him some sick sort of satisfaction."
He dropped the subject immediately. Nox was asleep, content in the High Lord's arms. "I have time before they arrive, go nap." Helion ordered it, eyes blazing a soft gold and forcing you into submission.
Your bed had never felt so soft.
Helion was walking with Nox around the Palace, smiling and cooing the little male. He was always content when he was being held, and you were so deeply asleep you hadn't even noticed Helion holding the boy to your chest as he nursed. He walked towards where Lucien and Tamlin were.
His son, his pride and joy, looked just radiant in his Day Court attire. The soft, off-white pleaded fabric draping him showed the new healthy build he had gained since Azriel and Elain's transgressions, a golden snake wrapped his bicep, new golden earrings adorned those many piercings.
Lucien paused, a look of concern etching his face when he saw Nox before shaking his head rapidly.
But it was too late, Helion was already in the room where Rhysand also stood with the Inner Circle. The Lord of Night's face fell as he looked at the Illyrian boy, looking so happy up at Helion as he dozed off.
Cassian had frozen, mid sentence with Nesta. He had tried to take a step, wanting to see the babe he immediately knew was his nephew. His eyes met Helion's pleading with permission to approach. Elain's face had paled. A mix of guilt and fear running across it before she schooled it into a faked look of hurt and sadness.
But it was Azriel's face the broke the High Lord. It was a look he knew all too well.
The look of a father who missed the birth of his child.
The look of a father who didn't know he had a child.
The look of a father mourning lost time.
Lucien moved to Helion, taking Nox before leaving the room quickly. The boy did as he always did when his head found Lucien's warm bare shoulder. He released a heavy breath, snuggling into that familiar scent and warmth. "Your mother did not call for me last night," they all heard his soft voice trailing off, speaking to their nephew softly.
"You will tell me everything I do not know," Rhysand demanded as if he was in his own court. "When the fuck was he born. Why were we not informed of her pregnancy?"
Tamlin looked to Helion, digging the shit further. "Is she in the same room as last time?" The Lord of Day nodded. "I will go see her while you all deal with this."
Helion didn't answer, walking to the centered round table and taking the head seat. "To begin, Rhysand, this is my court. You will not make demands of me in my home." They all sat, aside from Azriel. His gaze was locked on the hallway Lucien and Tamlin had gone down.
If he ran, he could catch them. He could see you. He could-
The slam of hands on a table ripped him from his thoughts, and his head snapped to Helion. The High Lord was blazing, glowing like the sun itself, heat radiating from him. "Sit. Down."
An hour later and Rhysand had the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers. "You saw her send each letter?"
Helion rolled his eyes, nodding again. "Every month after every check up and once after the birth."
Rhys pointed to Azriel. "But you never got them?"
"My son wouldn't be in another court if I had," Azriel's voice mirrored yours. Broken, empty, mourning. Mourning what was, what he had missed and would never get back. "You're sure she sent them to me?"
Helion could have snapped his neck. "Who else would have fathered her babe? You are the one who stepped out of the bonds of marriage and mateship. Not her."
Azriel paused, a sudden look of anger gracing his face as he looked up at Elain, shadows curling his ears. Nuala appeared, setting envelopes down in front of Rhysand. "In her room. Under her bed in a locked chest. Along with every communication you had tried to send to y/n, my lord."
Feyre gasped, turning her back to Elain and leaning further into Rhysand, holding Nyx tightly between them. She remembered those first few weeks. The sleepless nights, the pain, the emotional down pour. She would not have survived without Rhysand. Without Nesta and Mor. Without Cassian and you and Azriel. Her sister, the one who had held her as darkness swallowed her mind after her son's birth, had allowed you to endure this alone.
Azriel's hands shook, reaching for that stack. He separated out the letters. 10 for him. 2 for Rhysand and Feyre. 2 for Mor. 2 for Amren. 4 for Cassian and Nesta.
Helion stood. "I will let you all process this. Call for me when you are ready to do negotiations. The sooner you all leave, the better for her."
Rhysand's eyes shot up. "You won't let us explain to her-"
"Does it change the fact that he took Elain to their marriage bed? Does it change that he signed the annulment papers." Silence filled the room. "I believe that's why she left. Correct?" Rhys grit his teeth nodding. "Then all this changes is me, someone she trusts and feels safe with right now, informing her of what happened and allowing her to decide if she wants to reach out again from that point." He made a pointed look at Elain. "Which would not matter since I cannot see you removing the parasite from your court."
Helion walked into your room to Lucien and Nox laying skin to skin, a blanket over them as Tamlin held you, long fingers running through your dark hair. "And?" His son said.
"Your mate hid the letters regarding her pregnancy." Lucien whistled. "She's a snake hiding behind beautiful scales."
Azriel had tracked down your room with his shadows easily. The inner circle had been excused for the negotiations and allowed to explore the city. Cassian had flown Elain home, Mor and Amren winnowing Nesta behind them. Cassian wanted Elain out of his house, and Azriel could not have been more grateful to his brother for having his back.
He entered the room slowly and quietly. You were placing the babe in a crib on the balcony. It was shaded from the sun, shielded to remain the perfect temperature, and yet gave him access to fresh air, to the breeze.
You turned, eyes wide the second you saw Azriel. He moved to you so quickly that you could hardly process it. One second, your feet were on the ground, and the next, arms held you tight against him. Azriel was breathing deeply, memorizing your scent all over again.
He set you down, keeping you close to his chest, and sent a prayer to the Mother. "Elain hid all the letters," he began slowly. "She kept them all in her room. I didn't know. Had I known about you, about him, I would have crawled the very depths of hell to bring you back home to me."
You didn't answer. Tears fell as your body relaxed into him. It wasn't fair. The hold he had on you. The need you still felt in your bones when he touched your skin. You ached for Azriel so deeply it echoed into your bones. You longed for his smell. His voice.
Azriel took your silence as permission to continue. "I made a mistake. I will never be able to make up for it. Elain knew the second you left, I wanted to correct this. I was so blinded by her, by the feeling of being needed like that again, that I forgot how precious your independence was. How beautiful it is."
He couldn't stop himself from kissing the top of your head. "You are all I think about. Morning, noon, and night, it is always and will always be you. I am so sorry for what I have done. I am sorry for hurting you, for ruining us, for hurting the family we should be raising together. There are no words for my remorse."
"Why?" Your voice broke as you asked. "Why wasn't I enough?"
Azriel pulled back to look at you, hand raising to hold your chin and force eye contact. "Y/n, you are not at fault for my actions. You did nothing wrong. There is no partial blame, no what ifs. I fucked up. I made a mistake and it cost both of us everything. You are the victim of my actions, not the catalyst."
He saw you process those words and saw as they sunk in. "You were and are more than I will ever deserve. I want to spend my lifetime making up for it. Becoming a male you are proud of. I want to be the father I never got to have. I want to be the husband and mate you deserve. I know it will take time, and I do not expect your forgiveness today, but if you give me a chance, I will go to my grave worshipping the ground you two walk."
"Do you want to meet our son?" He broke at the question, feeling the bond opening back on your end. "This doesn't mean we're back together. It means we need to coparent for him while we work on things." He nodded rapidly, following you to the bassinet.
It felt like the world was coming full circle. You knew it would take time, that you two had many things to discuss first. This was a needed good start, though. Your pain eased slightly as you pulled back the curtains to the crib and whispered, "Azriel, this is Nox, your son."
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Could you possibly write something for Nico where he dates shy reader and he is all lovey dovey with her post game win when they celebrate together? Perhaps she wears his jersey? Thank you for considering. 🫶🏻
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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It wasn’t that you didn’t want to support Nico, it was more so the fact the games were a lot more intense and intimidating when you were in person.
You watched every game without fail, though usually it was from the comfort of your own couch whilst you were buried in one of his hoodies. And despite what people assumed, he didn’t mind. He knew you supported him. He knew that the second the game was over, you would be on the phone to him to tell him exactly what you thought of the game, always complementing the way he played regardless of whether the Devils won or lost.
And he knew games in person weren’t really your thing. You didn’t like the attention of being sat by the glass and, even though you got along with the other players’ families and friends, it still felt a little intense to be in a suite with them for the whole game. You didn’t like the pressure of having to keep up friendly small talk during the game, but Nico knew you would because you would have felt bad otherwise.
So, in all honesty, he didn’t mind that you didn’t go to his games.
But there was something that made his heart want to burst out of his chest on the games you did attend in person.
“Fuck you, Panthers!”
Nico huffed out a laugh, shaking his head at Jack’s antics. The boy was already one too many drinks deep into their post-game celebration after—by some miraculous turn of events—thrashing the Panthers on Jersey soil with a buzzing 6-1.
“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” Nico teased, but the boy didn’t care as he grinned widely at his captain.
“Give it a break, Cap, go back to making heart eyes at your girl!” Jack snickered, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. He didn’t think Nico had let go of you since he had stepped out of the locker room. “We fucking broke the streak! We are allowed to celebrate!”
“Let him have his fun,” you said, your arms tightening to gain your boyfriend’s attention as he tore his eyes away from Jack to look down at you. His gaze softened in an instant and it made your stomach erupt with butterflies. “You all deserve to celebrate the win after the rough streak.”
“Hm, maybe we won because you were here,” Nico teased, though there was a sincerity in his words that made you think he truly believed his own words. “Wanna come to Montreal with us?”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Today was all you, I had nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t know about that,” Nico said with a massive smile on his lips as his fingers playfully tugged on the hem of the jersey you were wearing. “We lost the last five games until my girl walked in with her lucky jersey on. I think that’s all the proof we need.”
Your cheeks burned as you glanced down at the lucky jersey in question. It was an old jersey of his, maybe one from a year or two ago. He had given it to you near the start of your relationship, when he was leaving for his first roadie since you started seeing each other. You joked about buying some Devils merch to support him whilst you watched the games and he had handed you the jersey the night before he left. You wore it for every game you watched—or at least, you tried to.
This had been the first game in a while you had worn it since you lost it in the process of moving apartments with Nico, into an apartment big enough for the two of you.
“You hockey players and your superstitions,” you murmured, tucking your chin against your chest to hide how flushed ‘my girl’ made you.
But Nico was one step ahead of you as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, lifting your head until he could look down at your flustered face with a soft smile. “I heard kissing the captain after a win gives the team good luck for their next.”
You laughed and his expression brightened. “Yeah?”
“Mhm, an old hockey legend,” Nico nodded.
“Well, you gotta kiss him now!” Jack exclaimed from the other side of the table. “We need the luck!”
You laughed harder as you wrapped your arms around his waist once again and grinned up at him. “I think I can get behind that superstition.”
And Nico barely gave you a chance to finish your sentence before he leaned down to kiss you, his smile pressed against yours.
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Can you do finnick with the number 13 ?
☼ too close (Finnick Odair) ☼
warnings; swearing,
wc; 2.6k
prompt; 13. fake engagement au
notes; made this a modern au as well. also, too close by alex clare was the first thing that popped in my head... but it’s not a songfic!!
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At this point, you think that setting yourself on fire and standing still while the skin melts off your body would be less painful than the conversation you’re having with Finnick, Annie and her boyfriend, Rain. At least then, Finnick might pay attention to you.
In the past fifteen minutes, you don’t think he’s taken his eyes off of her once. He won’t even look in your direction when you speak. It’s like she’s the center of his room, all the time. You thought that when they broke up a year back, he’d change, figure out the world doesn’t revolve around her.
He can find other things—other people to invest in.
You didn’t realize just how much he loved her, especially when he was so casual about it. He wasn’t compelled to spend every waking moment with her. They’d make plans, of course, but it wasn’t as frequent as it could’ve been. In fact, he spent more of his time with you.
It has something to do with how long the two of you have been friends. Ever since you’ve graduated high school, there’s never been a time where either of you have gone somewhere and the other didn’t follow. If there’s a pair of people on this dying planet that are attached at the hip, it’d be you two.
While you thought Finnick would be hurt when Annie broke up with him, you were under the impression that it wouldn’t bother him much. Not with how sparsely they’d been seeing each other in the weeks leading up to it. It was partially his fault, because he stopped making time with her, but that happened because she’d shoot down every attempt.
And then she did it. Finnick told you that she showed up at his apartment, on an evening where they’d planned to have dinner, wanting to talk. She started by telling Finnick that he was amazing, and the best boyfriend she could’ve asked for, but they didn’t share the same interests, and she needed someone who was more like her.
She wanted to see other people, and she couldn’t find herself committing her life to Finnick, knowing that they weren’t a perfect match. It was harsh, and brave of her. Personally, you think that it was a stupid decision, because they’d been together for over a year and a half.
She didn’t give Finnick any room to talk, canceled the dinner, and left.
The next time they saw each other, you were asked to be there as a mediator, per Annie’s request. It was a little odd, because she knows full well that you care more about Finnick than her. Though, over the time of them dating, you’ve grown to be better friends with her.
You felt a little bad for Finnick, but with how long you’ve been rooting for their downfall, it was like your prayers were answers.
Finnick’s reaction to the whole ordeal took you off-guard. You knew that he’d need recovery time, you just thought that he’d bounce back after a month or so. That’s what he’s done with his girlfriends in the past, you had no reason to believe that this time would be different.
Well, she rocked his world, hard.
And it’s clear that it was selfish of you to think that you could pounce on him. That’s why you were punished about three months later. When Finnick came to you in the middle of the night, sobbing because Annie had announced a new relationship. It tore you to pieces, listening to his feelings, how he thought she didn’t wait long enough.
The next morning, you found him wide awake on your couch, eyes puffy, bags beneath them. You opened your mouth to ask him if he’d even slept, when he told you that he’d come up with a plan, and he needed your help.
He wanted to make Annie jealous enough to leave her new boyfriend, Rain. The issue is that she’d never had a problem with any of his girl friends before. Except you. He said that there had been a few times where she mentioned how she wished she had a better connection with him, like you have.
The more he spoke, the worse it got. And when he asked if you’d be his fiance, you couldn’t help the way you looked at him. It was nothing close to adoration, it was resentment, because you’ve dreamed of him asking you plenty of times before. In those fantasies, you were actually together because he loved you. Not because he couldn’t live without another girl.
You knew he was desperate, he’d mentioned it before. You never thought that he’d ask you to do something like this. You were sure it was a joke, one that you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh at because you were too stunned to move. When he looked at you and you saw the expression on his face, you realized that you’d given him more credit than he deserved.
Finnick begged you for an hour straight, telling you that he couldn’t trust anyone else to do something like this for him. You’ve been best friends since you were teenagers, you knew that he wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t important to him. When you didn’t agree by the time he left, he told you to think about it.
And it ate you up inside. Every last word of his. The look on his face. The years you’ve been waiting for an opportunity. And so, you stupidly thought to yourself, “Well, maybe this is how I get a foot in the door.”
You texted him later on the next day, thinking that this pretend engagement couldn’t possibly last longer than a month. If Annie had a scrap of love left for Finnick, and as much jealousy as he was saying she did, she’d come back. It wouldn’t be immediate, but she’d come and prove that he was still hers, even if they weren’t together.
When Finnick told Annie that he’d gotten engaged to you, after discovering a slumbering love, she had the opposite reaction than what you thought she would. The smile that spread over her face lit up her eyes, she was genuinely happy for the two of you.
You knew from that moment forward, it would be like swallowing poison everyday, because you’d have to lay it on thick in order to convince her. A part of you didn’t believe her happiness. It had been three months and a week since she and Finnick broke up, and you were suddenly engaged to him? With no prior mention of the two of you dating?
If you were her, you think you’d be more worried about him cheating the entire time, because that could explain the quick ring. Finnick thought of that, too, telling her that the two of you have been around each other so long that you skipped the dating stage.
Stupid.
You wanted to do this for him, though. You wanted to still be the person he could trust the most, afraid that he’d pull away if you denied this request.
And so long for sticking your foot in the door, because eight months later, he hasn’t shown an ounce of affection toward you. He’s stuck on Annie, and that’s where he’s going to stay, because she’s not budging, either.
“So, (Y/n), have you decided what season you want to get married in?” Annie asks, she’s got her eyebrows raised, looking at you between the pasta on her face.
You give her a smile, even though you’re growing tired of the questions about the wedding. You have to come up with reasonable answers that you’ll have to write down later to keep from forgetting. She’s caught you a few times.
“We were thinking about spring.” You tell her, reaching over to place your hand on top of Finnick’s, trying to make it convincing. “Isn’t that right, Finn?”
Finnick turns his attention to you, finally, gazing into your eyes with a dimpled smile. If you didn’t know that this was for show, you’d say that there’s something more between you than just air.
“New love and all.” He murmurs, fixing your hands so he can hold yours to squeeze it.
A flurry of butterflies rise in your stomach, swirling around your heart.
“Spring?” Annie echoes, a little surprised. Despite wanting to stay here forever, you tear your eyes from his to look at her. “I’ve always said that’s the perfect season to have a wedding.”
I know, you want to tell her, because Finnick told me.
“Really?” You ask. “Well, I hope there’s no hard feelings if we use it first?” You ask.
“Of course not.” She waves her hand, “I wouldn’t want to come between the two of you.”
Finnick’s hand loosens around yours, something you were prepared for.
“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Rain starts, “Is there any way we could take some of this home? It’s getting late.”
“Of course.” You slip your hand from Finnick’s, rising to your feet. “I have the rest in the kitchen, if you want to come and tell me how much you’d like.”
“That sounds amazing.” He nods, leaning over to press a kiss to Annie’s lips, before getting to his feet, too.
You glance at Finnick, hoping that he’s looking at you. He’s not, his attention is completely set on Annie. You place a hand on his shoulder while you move around your chair, causing him to reach up to grab your fingers. Almost a natural reaction, if it wasn’t planned.
You move your hand before he touches you, heading through the dining room doorway and into the kitchen. The stove is on the far side, the pots and pans still sitting on top. Rain follows behind you, you can hear his footsteps on the tile.
“I’m not really one for leftovers, so please take as much as you’d like.” You tell him, opening one of the bottom cabinets to grab a container. You sit it on the counter, as well as the lid.
“What about Finnick?” He asks, you shake your head, closing the door. “He’s got his own food, at his apartment.”
“That’s right.” Rain says, grabbing the noodle scooper, taking off the lid on the pot. “I forget that the two of you aren’t living together yet.”
“It’s because of his lease.” You shrug. “It’s coming to an end soon, though. We’ve agreed he’ll move into my place.”
Rain lets out a laugh. “I would too, honestly. You’ve got such a nice house. Your parents bought it, right?”
“Yup, and gifted it to me when I moved out here. I was supposed to share it with Finnick in college, but he wanted an apartment so it wouldn’t be weird when he brought girls around.” You tilt your head, looking off to the side.
“Now look at you two.” Rain smiles. “You’ll get to share it, after all.”
“Yeah.” You murmur.
Once he’s loaded the container, and promised that he’ll bring it back to you next week, you two join Annie and Finnick back in the dining room. The second you step inside, you can tell that there’s something goin on, but Rain must be oblivious, because goes to take his coat from the back of his chair.
“Well, thank you for the dinner, (Y/n).” Annie says, joining Rain. “I’m excited to see what you’ll cook next week.”
“If you have any requests, let me know.” You wink at her, she rolls her eyes.
Finnick walks them to the door, while you begin to pick up the plates from the table. You can hear the door shut, and that’s when the air begins to get heavy. With them no longer here, there’s no need to keep up the act. Which means that Finnick will go right back to talking about her.
“I think I had her for a moment.” Finnick says, coming in with armfuls of plates and glasses. “When you went into the kitchen, she told me that she missed me. That was a great idea, (Y/n).”
You bite your tongue, back turned to Finnick as you turn on the sink.
“At this rate, I think she’ll leave him soon. She told me that they’re not as happy as they look.” He sets the dishware next to the sink, pulling out the trash can to scrape away the waste. “I’ll get her back in my arms, soon.”
You lean over the sink, closing your eyes while you take deep breaths. An ache is forming in your throat, tears appearing in your eyes. You grit your teeth, trying to tell your body to knock it off, because now’s not the time to cry. You save it for when Finnick leaves.
This isn’t right, it’s not healthy to be doing this to yourself.
“Then we can go back to normal.” Finnick says, bumping you with his shoulder. “I owe you, (Y/n).”
You back off of the sink, reaching for the engagement ring that’s been passed around his family for generations. The one you thought that would one day belong to you. You grab his wrist, turning his hand over, and placing the ring in his palm. He looks down at it for a second, before at you.
“You know I don’t need this back, I trust you to keep it safe.”
“I can’t do this anymore.” You tell him, throat closing in.
His eyebrows twitch. “No, (Y/n), we’re almost there. Just a few more weeks—”
“I don’t have a few more weeks in me, Finnick! It’s killing me!” You burst, throwing a couple plates into the sink. You shut off the water, walking out of the kitchen, shaking your head. “I just—when I agreed to do this, I thought, ‘this won’t be so bad’. I thought this couldn’t last more than a month, yet here we are, still going.”
“I told you it’d take time.” Finnick says, following after you.
You lead him to the front door, stopping next to it, hand on the handle. “I thought my feelings for you would go away if I gave myself a taste of what I could have.” You admit, Finnick’s face drops, skin paling. “It’s fucking ruined me. I can’t do this with you anymore, because you don’t love me. And I want to throw up my heart each time I see you look at her like that.”
You open the front door, shoving it open. A fall breeze blows through, pushing a few golden leaves into your house.
“(Y/n), why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it’s written all over you.” You motion at him. “You love Annie, and there’s nothing that I’ve done in the past eight months that have made you change your mind.”
Finnick stares at you, shaking his head.
“Go.”
“If I leave right now, you won’t talk to me ever again.” Finnick tells you. “You said that nothing would change between us if you did this for me. You said it wouldn’t ruin our relationship.”
“I lied.” You tell him. “Now, go.”
He sighs through his nose, “I’m going to come back.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll open my door.” You push his shoulder. “I’m serious, leave.”
He doesn’t say anything else, stepping onto your porch. You take a few steps toward the door, reaching out to grab the handle, face beginning to contort, body having enough. Finnick turns around in time to catch the first tear fall, before you slam the door in his face.
You turn the lock, head dropping as the first sob leaves you.
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this was part of my 3k celebration!! also, you didn't specify a list so i went with the mystery list :))
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6 Months
John ‘Soap’ Mactavish X Reader
Summary: Johnny would come to your rescue any time you needed. He is thoroughly protective of you.
Warning: light angst, fluffy. Not much tbh. It may be a little rushed?? Idk anymore😭
Word count: 2.6k
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This is Johnnys part two to his ‘You came? You called.’ Series.
His part one is here
Can’t tell if I hate this or not so hopefully yall like it🫶🏻
6 months.
6 months was how long it took before you introduced Johnny to your boyfriend. He wasn't sure if it was because he was deployed or because you were nervous about how he’d react to him
Because it was safe to say Johnny hated your boyfriend. It took him 6 months to meet him and less than 6 seconds to decide he hated him.
He didn’t like the way your boyfriend looked at you, or talked to and about you. He didn’t like the way your boyfriend's eyes would roam to other women when you weren’t looking. But he especially hated the way you smiled when you talked about him.
He hated the way your eyes would light up whenever his name left your lips. He hated the way you would blush when he would give you any sort of attention after ignoring you the whole night.
God if only you knew, Johnny would spend his days making you blush any chance he got. He’d give you so much attention you’d never have to beg him for a simple kiss on the cheek.
You’d never even worry about his attention being anywhere else but you because where else would they be if not you? His attention was already always on you, it had been since you two became best friends.
He tried to like your boyfriend he really did, or at least he wanted to be okay with him. Because your happiness topped anything he was feeling in the moment. He tried his hardest, he put on his best smile and was ready to lose you until he saw the cocky smirk your boyfriend had on his face when they made eye contact for the first time.
Johnny shook his hand stiffly as the other man sized him up. It was like he knew he had something that Johnny could only ever dream of having, your love. And what’s worse was the asshole never deserved it.
But he bit his tongue. Kept his opinions to himself, kept the harsh comments he had ready at bay.
Oh but how he wished he could hit your boyfriend, just once. One time would suffice. One time and he’d have it out of his system, one time to let him wipe the smug smile off his face.
That was all before your phone call though.
Now he was sat on his couch, knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to calm himself down. It was nearing the end of the second week of you staying with him and currently you were fast asleep in his bed, tears still staining your cheeks.
You were glad you left and he knew that but he also knew it was one of your longest relationships and when you loved someone you loved them with your whole heart.
Not only had he abused that but he tore it to shreds when he even suggested the idea of you cheating.
It made Johnny clench his jaw even tighter when he recalled the words. How would he think you were even capable of cheating when your whole world was him?
He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever laying a hand on you and it just made his body shake in anger the more he thought about it.
Although he didn’t really understand where this wave of anger came from, the moment his eyes landed on his phone he knew.
His phone was open on the coffee table in front of him, showing the text conversation between him and Price. His captain had just made him aware he was needed back at base in the next few days.
He never replied to it because instantly his mind was taken over with what he was going to do for you. The stress of trying to find a solution that would make you happy and keep you safe gave way to the thoughts of why you were hurting in the first place.
Then down the rabbit hole he went.
He stared long and hard at the message before he ultimately reached over and turned off his phone, leaving it there when he got up to go check on you.
You were still fast asleep when he reached his room and he took a moment to admire the scene in front of him. A scene he was sure he’d never have the pleasure of seeing everyday.
A scene of you wrapped up in his blankets, head resting on his pillows, on his bed. He couldn’t help the flutter he felt in his chest when he noticed you were also in one of his shirts.
His arms were crossed as he leaned against his door frame just taking you in when he noticed your phone buzzing and you rolled over to ignore it. He wasn’t trying to be nosy but he couldn’t help it when he caught a glimpse of your exes name from where he was.
Instantly he pushed himself off the doorframe and came closer. He stared down at your phone for a few seconds before declining the call and it was then he noticed the multiple missed calls and texts he had left you.
“Bloody Christ.” Johnny muttered to himself in distaste. How could the man not grab a hint?
“Johnny?” Immediately his attention was back on you. You, who turned to see who was bothering you while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Course Bonnie.” He soothed as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you while his hand came up to run through your hair as you laid your head back down completely content. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“‘S fine.” You watched him, noticing the way he wouldn’t meet your gaze.
“I need to talk to you bout something.” He said softly while he moved his hand to hold one of yours. “Price called me in early, I have to go back to base.”
You shifted so you could see him better and he could see the worry starting to creep inside you. “You need me to leave?”
“What? No. No Bonnie, that's not what I’m gettin at.” He shook his head and held your hand tighter. “I want you..I want you to come with me.”
“Johnny-“
“There’s some apartments near the base that we can rent. You’ll have the space all to yourself for the most part when I’m away on missions, but this way I’ll be closer to you and I’ll come home to you every chance I get.” He could see the way your eyes widened at his words before his words even registered to him.
‘I’ll come home to you.’
Suddenly he was pulling himself away from you, “or if you want to stay here, you’re more than welcome to stay in my apartment but-“ you cut him off as you sat up quickly to grab his hand in yours again and it made him pause to take a breathe. “But if you stay here I can’t protect you like I want to. If you come with me, you’ll be far from him.”
He studied you, waiting for your reaction but all you did was play with his fingers. He felt like the silence was going to consume him until finally you met his gaze again.
“Okay.” You nodded, “when do we leave?”
The amount of relief that flooded his veins was unparalleled. He squeezed your hand again, “Few days.” And just like that you were getting up from the bed to go pack the little things you had taken with you.
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6 months.
6 months was all it took for you to uproot your life and move with Johnny closer to base.
6 months was all it took for you and him to settle into this new normal. You both agreed on just renting a one bedroom apartment considering he would be gone most of the time.
You had even Invested in one of those pull out couches so he could sleep on that whenever he would come home.
But you never put up a fight when he one day he would start coming home to you and crash into the same bed as you.
You never put up a fight when he’d unconsciously, (or consciously. You weren’t sure anymore) wrap an arm around you and pull you as close to him as he could before falling asleep.
6 months was all it took for you and Johnny to fall into a normal schedule. Even when he was gone for days or weeks at a time whenever he came home it was like nothing changed.
You’d have the apartment cleaned and have dinner ready for him. It all felt so normal for the both of you.
He’d always greet you with a smile and a kiss on the head or if he had an extra strenuous mission he’d hug you and hold you for what would feel like hours.
The first few times he’d come home after a long time away you were always worried there would be some awkward tension there, especially when you started putting more and more of your things out.
He never complained. He loved that you made the small space feel like home and he wouldn’t admit that he loved coming home to a place that made him feel like he was surrounded by you.
6 months was all it took for you to forget about your ex boyfriend.
It was such an easy thing to do when Johnny had now surrounded your every thought. Any which way you turned you were reminded of the fact that your best friend cared for you.
Any time he could sense you were starting to fall back into bad memories he’d be right next to you giving you a new happy memory to cloud the old one.
Anytime he knew he’d be away for longer than a few days he would use every chance he got to call you or text you, anything just to check on you and make sure you were okay.
You were sure you hadn’t thought of your ex way before 6 months because how could you? It was so easy to forget him when you had Johnny. Between the late night cuddles, the forehead kisses he had gotten so used to giving you and the more soft intimate moments of just being in his presence.
Moments like this, with his hand around your waist and the other grasping your hand softly while he swayed to some song he put on in the background.
All this happening because of a comment you made, during dinner, about never having danced with someone before. Something Johnny couldn’t let just go unnoticed.
Next thing you knew he was on his feet, hand extended to you. You laughed him off at first but he made a grab motion before he just ultimately grabbed your hand and yanked you up.
The both of you already danced through a few songs while you talked about things you would normally talk about during dinner but dinner was on the table long forgotten for this moment.
He told you all about his task force and about Ghost who he said he hoped you could meet one day along with Gaz and price.
“They already know all about ya.” He had said it so cheekily with a smug grin on his face that you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Talk about me a lot do you Johnny?”
He nodded immediately and tightened his hold, “everyday.” Your eyes widened at his response and you decided to leave it there while he swayed you through the next few songs.
He spun you around once before pulling you back into him and you smiled brightly at him before realizing how long you had been doing this.
“Johnny you don’t have to do this anymore, I think I got the hang of it after the first few songs.” You laughed at him softly, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he looked down at you with a fond smile on his face.
“Course I do.” He grinned. “You been through enough recently, least I can do ‘s give you a night to remember.”
You shook your head in disbelief, your hand holding onto his tighter. “You’ve already been doing that since that night.” Your voice trailed off as you recalled when he had come to your rescue.
Johnny frowned when you wouldn’t meet his gaze and he moved the hand from your waist to grip your chin softly and have you look at him again. “And I’ll do it as long as I’m breathing.”
Your breathe caught in your throat when you saw the intense sincerity. “Johnny..”
“You know that don’t you?” His eyes searched yours, looking for something you weren’t sure what. “You know I’d do anythin for you?”
You nodded softly as you whispered a quiet, ‘I know.’ You moved the hand you had wrapped around his neck to cup his cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. “What’re you thinking about?” You practically whispered and he opened his eyes again to look at you.
By now there was hardly any space left between the both of you and the hand he had holding your chin moved so he was also cupping your cheek. “Doesn't matter.”
“Matters to me. Please Johnny, what are you thinking about?” His eyes searched yours again before he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for and he moved forward slowly until his lips just barely brushed yours.
“How I don’t wan’ any o’ this to change.” He muttered against your lips. He loved the way he could see your gaze drop to his lips the second he did. “How I wan’ to have a life with you Bonnie.”
Your eyes met his again. “And how I really want ta kiss you.” You watched him swallow hard while he waited for your move.
“Then do it.” You whispered and it was all he needed to hear before he pulled you even closer and closed the gap.
His hand on your cheek moved up to tangle itself into your hair while the other moved down to your waist to pull you closer against him.
You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise by the intensity of his kiss, like he had been waiting to kiss you for as long as he could remember. Which he had.
When he kissed you it felt like everything was right with the world, like everything was as it should be now and you couldn’t help the way your hand moved to clutch onto his shirt for support.
He only pulled away when he felt your tremble against his hold and he was quickly scanning your face to make sure you were okay but you were already pulling him back down to you.
“I love you Johnny.” You muttered when you pulled away to breathe. The smile that broke out onto his face was a site you could get used to.
“Been waitin to hear those words for ages, lass.” Then he pulled you into a hug like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”
You were smiling too as you ran your fingers through his hair while he hugged you.
6 months could feel like a lifetime when spent with the right person.
Because 6 months is all it took for you to come to terms with the fact that you were irrevocably in love with John Mactavish.
And you had been all along.
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The end
Also should I add more Ghosts characters to my scenarios? Like Logan and Hesh?
Also sorry if I disappear for a lil while again, gonna try and get more then one thing written before I start posting so then I can give u guys more content❤️
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Contract Spouse Chapter 8
Chapter 8: The Fallout
A/N: I have finished the final chapter and I think there will be an epilogue.
Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)
Warning: Angst,
Length: 2100 ish
Summary: Pip’s relationship with Jake changes again.
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You cradle Jake for hours before you are eventually able to shift him up on the bed so he is beside you. Somehow you go from holding him to being wrapped in his arms, his nose buried in your hair as his breaths even out. That night is the first time Jake has ever fallen asleep before you.
The next day Jake is wrung out and you walk the fine line between treating him the same and being gentle with his shattered emotions. In the waiting room you squeeze his good hand between yours. Tracing your fingers over the veins and tendons you can feel in the back of his hand. “I think you should go to individual counseling.” You clutch his hand tighter but he doesn't try to pull away.
“You should bring it up in couples,” his voice is sardonic, “it’ll give us something to talk about.”
“Will you go?” You search his face when he turns to meet your eyes. “Will you try?”
“If you want me to go, I’ll try for you.”
“Then I’ll bring it up today.” You do your best not to think about how he made a point to say he would only try for you.
When you walk into the counselors office he can immediately tell something is off between your worried glances at Jake and his haggard look. “Do you want to share what happened?” The counselor asks directly.
You glance at Jake and when he subtly nods his head you continue, “I want Jake to see a counselor. He is a Navy pilot and has nightmares and he is not processing his trauma and guilt and I think a professional would be able to help him in ways I can't.”
Jake tilts his head back to rest against the back of the couch you are both sitting on. His eyes are swollen and bloodshot. “Is this a new idea, or have you been thinking about it for a while?” he asks wearily.
You pull his hand to your lips and kiss the back of it. “I have felt this way since you first started flying in combat. “I feel like this is the first time you would listen to me if I brought it up.” Jake huffs out a laugh.
“You’re not wrong,” he says with his eyes closed.
“Why do you think she wants you to see a counselor, Jake?” The counselor asks and Jake doesn’t respond at first and his eyes stay closed.
“Because she is a better person than I am.” You can’t stop the scoff that crosses your lips at that.
“Because I hate to see you suffering, Jake. I want you to be able to live with yourself.”
“See doc, she’s a better person than I am.” He finally raises his head to look at you. “She is being completely honest, she wants me to get better for me, not a selfish bone in her body.” You don’t say anything as you gaze into his green eyes. You know the truth.
You want Jake to be better so you can live with yourself for ending the marriage. When you had decided to leave Jake the day of the accident you had thought you could force your love down to soften the blow that was coming for your heart. It didn’t work.
It was going to hurt either way and the only consolation you had was to make sure Jake was as stable as you could get him before you tore your own heart out. You knew your leaving would rock his support system.
“So the question is,” the counselor says surveying Jake, “whether you go to individual therapy or not.”
Jake looks at you and you can not read the soft look that crosses his face. “Yeah, I’m willing to give it a try.” You smile at him relieved.
“I think that is a good decision Jake. You can go through the military channels or I can give you the names of some colleagues that work with veterans.” The counselor says, “But let's deal with that later.” He shifts in his seat. “I told you to each come up with reasons you are in love with each other.”
He motions for you to go first and you take a deep breath, pulling out your list, and shift to face Jake. You had opted to tell the truth with your list, it wouldn’t matter anyway. “I love you Jake because you are a good man, you are kind, you respect me, you encourage me, You are always on my team, looking out for me.”
You look up at Jake and the way his gaze is fixed on you. His eyes are tender and you wish the look was real. “You make me happy,” you finish somewhat lamely. It’s probably the reason you love Jake the most. Being around him, good times and bad, just makes you happy.
When the counselor motions for Jake to take his turn he doesn't pull out any paper. He just gazes at you with that soft look in his eyes before speaking. “I’m in love with you, Pip, because you are beautiful, you are smart, funny, you are the kindest person I have ever met. You make me want to be better, you always have my back, you make me feel loved, and I love every moment I spend with you.”
You smile softly at Jake’s words. They are the ones you have always hoped to hear, you just wish they were real. His eyes are searching yours and you feel like he is hoping you will do something, say something. When you don’t respond, an expression you can’t read crosses his face and he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to it.
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Soon after Jake agreed to see a counselor, Davis had called you on your cell. You had put him on speaker and you had gone to sit with Jake on the couch to hear the news. Davis informed you that there was not enough evidence for you and Jake to be charged with a contract marriage.
When the call ended you looked at Jake. His head was tilted back over the back of the couch and he blindly reached for you, his eyes closed. “We did it Pip.” His voice is husky and full of emotion. You snuggle into his arms, wrapping yours around his middle. The two of you had sat hugging, not saying anything, just basking in the relief and each other's warmth neither wanting to be the first to let go before you awkwardly returned to the office and Jake went back to whatever he did during his days home recovering.
Even now the relief of that phone call could be felt. You can still remember the way Jake's arms had wrapped so tightly around you that you could scarcely breathe. It had been one of your first hints in the change in Jake.
You liked to categorize your time living with Jake to keep your battling emotions straight. First came the pre-sleeping in the same bed era. When you had been sure of your love for Jake and constantly fighting your feelings for him. That was when you still had a fantasy that he could love you.
After you started sharing a bed it was a time of rejection. A time of heartbreak, and with it came the catharsis of deciding to cut your losses and let your love go.
Next came the accident and you were helping take care of Jake, because above all he was still your friend and you wanted what was best for him. You were still firm in your decision to eventually leave. Seeing him break down and finally agree to go to therapy had been the beginning of the final shift and it had left you just as confused and unmoored as when he was rejecting you.
Eventually Jake had been ordered back to duty as his concussion symptoms began to wane. You were on edge with him always being home and it was nice to have your space back. It gave you time to figure out how you were feeling about his change in behavior.
Jake had started sleeping with you again. His nightmares were all over the place and he admitted one night that being beside you helped him fall back to sleep. It wasn’t hard to convince you. On most nights his nightmares wouldn't even wake you so other than to protect your heart, you had no real reason to refuse, so you relented.
That is how you found yourself where you are now, awake before the alarm and Jake’s arm slung over your middle, his hand having slipped under the tank top you wore to bed at some point during the night. This time when the alarm rings it is you who turns it off.
“Morning, Beautiful.” Jake mumbles at you and you can't stop the smile that plays across your lips. Jake had been greeting you this way for weeks now and it is doing a number on your heart. Jake lets his hand slide over your skin as you roll onto your stomach propping your head on your arms to look at him. He shifts closer, slowly running his hand from the nape of your neck to your lower back and back up. Each time he smooths his hand down your spine you hope he will allow his hand to slip lower. Your belly clenching in anticipation as each time he pauses at the lowest point before inching his fingers back up to caress the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
His green eyes never leave your face and you don’t know if he doesn’t recognize the yearning look in your eye or if he ignores it. Eventually he kisses your shoulder and slides his lips across your back to place another kiss closer to your neck, his lips trailing fire as they move across your skin. At your sharp inhale he gets up and heads to the shower and you muffle a groan in your pillow.
The morning continues on the same note with Jake casually brushing his fingers against yours as he hands you your coffee and kissing the top of your head as he heads out the door, making your heart skip.
You head into the office to start your day and function on auto pilot. When you and Jake had originally decided that you would move to California the plan was to beat the contract marriage charge and then for you to stay six months or so before filing for divorce.
You had been comfortable in that decision, despite your girlish hope that Jake would eventually love you. You had never thought it would really happen. And once you had decided to move on you had been at peace with the decision. Now you weren't so sure.
‘I’m in love with you Pip… You make me feel loved.’ Jake's words keep playing over and over in your head. Did he mean what he said? Was it an act for the counselor? Couples counseling was surprisingly difficult with a fake marriage.
Every session was a combination of honesty and deception. You couldn’t even tell the difference between your own lies and the truth, let alone Jake’s; you didn’t even know who you were lying to anymore. You were always left with a jumble of emotions.
Jake had been attending weekly therapy appointments for three months now and you were noticing a change in him. You were initially surprised at how seriously he was taking it. He had a bedtime routine and had been journaling his nightmares and thoughts in general.
You hadn't noticed how much he had changed from the Jake you had known before your marriage until he began to loosen. The lack of tension in his brows and jaw was the easiest to notice as was the way his smiles were easier and brighter. He talked about his nightmares with you in the morning but they were becoming less frequent too.
It wasn’t always good. There were sometimes days, or even weeks, where the tension would return. When he would have nightmares. When that hollow look, the look that you hadn’t noticed how bad it was until it was gone, would be back.
The biggest change was how he acted with you. Jake had always been one to hug, but those hugs had always been to comfort others. He was different now. He hugged you for his own comfort now, he would touch you in the mornings, never crossing the line you secretly wanted him to cross. The kisses to your hairline and the cuddles on the couch were as far as he would go. Neither of you had mentioned the divorce and you couldn’t help the tiny part of you that was hoping that maybe something had changed.
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Big man, little dignity
Summary: Joel saves your hopeless ass and he gets stuck with you for a while, but it doesn't seem to bother him.
TW: attempted rape, violence, age gap (yn is legal)
Tags: y/n is hella dumb, one bed trope, daddy kink, smut with plot, some fluff and petnames
It was dark and you were dumb enough to go outside because you couldn’t sleep. You thought this city was safe enough. A community of squatters that got together after The Day. So you left your decrepit apartment where you lived alone and you walked under the stars, knife on hand just in case. You were still mindful of the fact that you were a woman, and the new world liked to remind you even more.
The area was cleared out of clickers and runners regularly by volunteers. You were useless in fights, but you were grateful of all the people who wanted to protect each other. You preferred staying behind and taking care of the gardens.
You wandered in the community gardens, passing a dark alleyway, when suddenly, you heard a noise. Like someone approaching slowly, mindfully but somehow still fucking up. You turned around, but it was hard to see anything in the darkness of the night. Soon enough, you felt strong arms grabbing you and pulling you in the closest alleyway. You dropped your knife on the way.
“Get the fuck away from me.” You tried to sound menacing, but your voice was so low and so, so useless.
He pushed you against the brick wall, facing away so you didn’t see who were attacking you. He was trying to take off your clothes. You cried silently, awaiting the moment where you were once again violated just for existing in a girl’s body.
Without warning, the sound of a gun tore up the night sky. Then, a loud thump. Then, no more pressure on your hands. You were free and there was blood everywhere. You turned around and you were faced with another man. You felt the urge to run away, but he dropped his gun and put his hands up in the air.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” And you wanted badly to believe him.
He had a raspy voice and a thick American accent. You wiped your tears away, eyes still red and hands shaking. You slowly went towards him to see if you knew you savior. You didn’t.
He was almost 6 foot tall, in his late forties. Salt and pepper hair, patchy beard and a mustache that belonged in the 80s, tired but soft eyes.
“T-Thank you…” You finally managed to articulate.
He just nodded, then said. “You should sleep somewhere else tonight. I think they followed you.” But you had nowhere else to be, no one to go home to.
You had been so fucking reckless. So fucking stupid. And the time you get caught finally arrived.
You weren’t moving, except your shaky legs and hands.
“Here, come with me.”
He seemed especially awkward about it, like he hasn’t been much in contact with humans he didn’t kill. You nodded, then followed him. The road to the building he wanted to take you to wasn’t usually that long, but he did a few detours to outwit the people that wanted you dead or worse, enslaved.
Under his boots, the stairs creaked. The building was mostly abandoned, and he brought you to a door, which he locked behind him. He lit a few candles that made his tan skin look even tanner. He probably was outside a lot. You looked around to see a place that was as “charming” as where you lived.
Awkwardly, he gestured to the destroyed couch, where you sat, while he stayed up in the corner, analyzing your trembling movements.
“I can boil some water, do you want some tea or anything ?”
You nodded and he disappeared in the kitchen, coming back with only one fuming cup. Even a warm drink in this time was a luxury, so you were thankful.
You looked like a scared little girl, hands gripping the cup like you were gripping on life.
“What’s your name?”
You told him. You had no reason to lie to him. He saved your ass back there.
“I’m Joel, nice to meet you. How old are you ? Young girls like you shouldn’t be outside at that time… it’s dangerous. Bunch of creeps.”
Well that felt… patronizing. He was probably a dad before all of this, so you couldn’t blame him. He looked like a dad. But you knew your short hair, big doe eyes and round face made you look like a teen when you were closer to 30 than 18.
“I’m 26. Not that young and helpless.”
That’s it, you slowly got your personality back. You could’ve sworn you saw a smile tug the corner of his chapped lips.
“So, what the fuck where you doing outside ?”
“Taking a walk. Couldn’t sleep with my dumb anxiety. And you?”
He seemed to understand. You sipped your tea, warm beverage going down your throat and warming up your body.
“Doing a delivery. I got… stuff for that if you need. Contraband. Will make you sleep through the night with no problem.”
A Ziplock bag appeared in his callused hands with a few white pills in it.
“What if you want to drug me?”
Your fear was legitimate.
“I’ll take one before and you’ll see it’s harmless.”
“Deal.”
So, he did, and you waited in silence. You looked at your clothes once you were done dissociating. They were covered in blood and having them still on made you feel dirty.
“I’ve got extra clothes if you need.”
“Do I wanna look like a middle-aged dad? Sure.”
A silent laugh escaped his throat. He got up to get you clean clothes: men’s shirt and loose joggers in which you would probably float. He pointed you to the bathroom, where you silently went. The mirror was half broken, drugs, alcool and various sketchy bottles covered the counter that was falling apart. In what’s left of the mirror, you could see your red eyes and trembling lips. You decided to look away and got changed. The joggers were hanging on by a thread on your boney hips.
“Do you live alone?” You asked as you went back to what was left of a living room.
“Yeah. You’re safe here. And I didn’t die yet, so take a pill and rest.”
He left you the only mattress in the apartment and he slept on his couch. The white pill slowly rocked both of you guys to sleep. It numbed your brain enough so you didn’t have to relive the last hours.
The next days followed almost the same routine. Joel seemed determined to keep you under his wings. You didn’t leave and he didn’t ask you to, even if his back hurt him because of his long nights on the destroyed couch. Soon enough, he brought you on odd jobs with him, but he discovered fast enough that you didn’t know how to shoot a gun to save your life. So, he taught you.
You were in an empty field, not a human or a runner in the horizon. He had put up some kind of homemade targets for you to shoot.
“How did you live for so long if you didn’t know how to fight, lady?”
“I took care of plants and stayed inside. You’re welcome for the food I’m growing, by the way.”
He laughed silently, like he always did. You never heard his actual laugh.
“Let’s get back to teaching you some things, sweetheart.”
It was the first time he gave you a pet name. You tried to ignore the jumping sensation in your heart and your flushed cheeks when he said it. Thankfully, his body was behind yours and he couldn’t see your face.
“Is it okay if I come closer and touch you to help?”
“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You liked that he cared enough to ask.
You felt his torso come closer to your back and his big hands grabbing yours so he could direct the gun correctly. His body was so warm against yours, his hands so rough. You tried to distract your mind with something, anything else.
“So you hold like this, and pull the trigger like this…”
He made you shoot and you jump a little at the loud sound, only getting closer to him.
“…And then here you can reload. Here, try for yourself.” He dropped his arms to his sides.
You did what he told you to do and managed to shoot the target. It wasn’t perfectly in the middle of the red circle, but it was a start.
After training for what seemed like hours, you went to the garden you cultivated to grab some food and put them in your bag, so you didn’t attract any unwanted attention.
“Hm, we should also get you a new mattress.”
“So you’re not going to leave?”
You smirked.
“Not until you tell me to.”
You were bad news. He felt like he was getting attached and losing you would break his heart.
“Tomorrow, we’ll get one.”
But they never did.
On a colder night, his warm body joined yours on the mattress. You felt strong arms pulling you closer against his chest and a breath got caught in your throat.
“Is this okay?” He murmured against your ear, sending shivers down your whole body.
“Y-Yes.” You sounded more breathless than you wanted to.
You turned around so you faced him, body still nestled in his strong arms.
“Look, I don’t want to be creepy or anything… I know I’m much older than you. Say the word and I’ll leave.”
“Joel, stop. You’re not creeping me out. I… like this. ”
His tense shoulders seemed relieved for an instant. Without thinking more about the complicated situation that would await you two broken humans, you pressed your lips against his. First, slowly, almost timidly, before fully tasting him. He had an aftertaste of coffee and whiskey, which you did not mind. You felt his palms cup your cheeks and his weight shift unto yours. You sunk into the mattress under his weight.
“Can we keep going?” He asked as you parted ways, breathless.
“Yes daddy.”
You said it without thinking, but he didn’t seem to mind, the lust in his warm eyes actually showed you how much he liked it. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, like the fire lit in your lower abdomen.
His lips smashed against yours once more, this time, rougher. His fingers hastily took off most of your clothes except your panties, leaving you vulnerable in the chilly air. You were suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. You had lost so much weight since the apocalypse; you were almost skin and bones. You hated this body that was given to you. It wasn’t healthy. Your boobs were always small, and you hated wearing bras, so they kind of had a mind of their own.
“So pretty, my sweet girl.”
He managed to reassure you a little bit.
“Take off your damn clothes.” You responded.
Your delicate fingers undid his green shirt, revealing soft trails of black hair leading to the mystery that was hidden under his pants.
“Sorry, I’m old and probably not as fit as –”
You cut him off with a kiss. “Stop, you’re so hot, my daddy.” You whispered against his lips.
He groaned and undid hastily his belt and soon, he was free of any fabric. He held his erection in his hand and gave it a few pumps.
“Please, let me…”
You shifted your weight on him, pinning him on the mattress. Your soft lips grazed his chest, following every scar and every crease. Finally, you put your prey against your lips, before taking him in. He groaned instantly.
“My sweet, sweet girl…”
You bobbed your head slowly, sucking in your cheeks so he could feel every surface of your wet mouth. His hand reached your neck and pressed, making you see stars. You sunk your lips deeper on his cock, almost choking on his length.
“Take your time, baby girl.”
And you did for a few seconds, before he pulled you away. You almost protested, but he grabbed your ass and pulled you on his face. He pressed you hard against his lips and his hands on your hips prevented you from moving away.
“W-Wait…”
Your cunt sat on his nose for a few seconds and the sensation of it already made you moan loudly. He licked up a stripe and teased your clit with his tongue. His beard felt rough on your thighs and would probably leave burn marks there. It seemed like he had done this so many times and it left you whimpering and helpless on top of him. Your hands pressed against the tapestry.
“F-Fuck, Joel…”
He sucked on your clit, harder, until you cried his name before your release. You came, hard. You moved away from his face, legs shaking, and saw his lips glistening with your juices.
“Will you let me fuck you now, sweet girl?”
His lips pressed against your chin, before touching yours. You nodded enthusiastically.
“Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes please.”
His hands took their reserved place on your hips, guiding you over his erected length. He guided you as you slowly went down on him, slowly stretching your hole to fit him. Then, you didn’t have to do any more work. He pressed your body against hist chest and started thrusting your hips against yours. It was messy, dirty, even, but it was the first time you felt safe with a man in the same bed.
“Y-You’re so tight for me, sweet girl.”
His warm lips traced an invisible path on your neck as you moaned softly in his ears. His thrusts got rougher, and rougher, until you felt his release. His warm liquid filled your insides.
Your body dropped beside his, limbs weak.
“Fuck the new mattress.”
“Fuck the new mattress.” You agreed.
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Beds
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.
A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?
Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy
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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.
You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.
“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.
“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”
“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”
“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.
“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”
“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.
“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”
Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”
“Well, one of us can try the couch?”
“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.
You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”
He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”
“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”
“No, you can have it.”
“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”
When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.
“I told you the bed was yours.”
“Okay, and?”
“Why are you getting down there?“
“Why the fuck are you arguing?”
“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.
“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.
“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”
“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”
“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”
You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.
“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.
“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.
You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.
“I heard that.”
As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.
It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.
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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.
“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.
“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.
Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.
You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.
“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”
His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.
“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”
You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”
“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”
“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded.
You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”
“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.
You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.
“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.
“It’s fine-“
“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”
“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.
He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”
“The panic attacks?”
“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”
“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.
“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.
“Try me.”
He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”
As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.
“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”
You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.
“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”
“That’s fucking terrifying.”
“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”
His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.
You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”
Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”
“You’re doing enough.“
“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”
“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.
“That’s not true. You had no control.”
He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”
“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”
“It’s alright. I get it now.”
“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”
“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”
“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.
“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”
His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.
“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”
“Consider it a one time gift.”
You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.
“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.
He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”
“You know what I meant.”
He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”
“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”
He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”
“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”
He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.
“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.
With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.
“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.
Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”
It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.
You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”
Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.
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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.
He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.
He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”
“You know what’s funny?”
“Hm?”
“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.
“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”
“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”
“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”
“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”
“Fuck you.” He laughed.
“I’m waiting for it.”
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SLEEPING NEXT TO THEM!
ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa.
cw. cursing, gn!reader (i think; i tried to keep it as neutral as possible).
#𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — this man, this fucking asshole. his side of the bed is his. your side of the bed? also his. the entire mattress is his paradise and he’s the king of it all. you? during the day you’re his royalty. during the night? you may as well be another servant tending to his whims. sleepy dazai is clingy, whiny, and will start of the night with a fit if you don’t cuddle up next to him. so, because you love him (and the 20 minutes of peace in his arms before he dozes off to sleep) you give in. it’s nice, it comfortable, it feels safe; a complete 180 of the situation as soon as that 21st minute hits. dazai sprawls himself around the surface, arms wide, legs strewn about, long and lanky limbs moving around all night. if you’re particularly unlucky, he’ll kick you a few times and you’ll wake up with excruciating pain in your back. if you’re lucky, the only thing that happens is him pushing you towards the very outer edge of the bed as he takes all space for himself. you tried building a pillow wall once. dazai tore it down within 7 minutes. and god forbid you move to the couch when you’re especially tired. if he wakes up and you’re not within arms reach? OUTRAGE! you’re his love, he needs you close :( why would you ever leave him all alone in the bed? :( that’s right, it’s unacceptable. at the end of the day, his sleeping habits are just another part of him. and being allowed near him in such a vulnerable state is an honour on its own. besides, it could be worse. at least he doesn’t snore. not super loudly at least.
#𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 — such a small man, such a ridiculous amount of blanket. there’s no need for him to wrap himself in the covers entirely, leaving you with, well, nothing. that’s right, chuuya nakahara hogs the blanket. he starts off completely different, though. will insistent on tucking you in (with a scowl on his face if you’ve been particularly bratty about it that night) before he goes to brush his teeth and all that. when he comes back, you’re already dozing off to sleep. he’ll carefully lift the duvet and snuggle closer to you, holding you against him and making sure the both of you are warm and comfortable before even thinking of going to sleep. you usually wake up around 2am, cold, freezing, and seeing your darling of a boyfriend wrapped in his own little heap of blankets. if he didn’t look so ridiculously cute, with those puffy cheeks and pouty lips, you’d be mad. but, as it was, he did look utterly adorable and so your brief anger quickly washes away. with a heavy sigh you’d inch closer to him, brushing the soft, red hair away from his forehead before pressing a soft kiss to it. he’s lucky you love him so much. if he were any other person, you’d kick him off the bed and feign sleep when he gets startled awake. but how could you be mad at him? especially when he smiles in his sleep at the delicate kiss you place on his forehead? that’s right. you can’t. so you instead keep a few blankets in a drawer in your room. it started with one, but as the night progresses he takes those, too. so, now you have multiple ones. it works out, as 4 blankets seem to be the magic number that leaves you with covering for the next morning. chuuya feels super bad about it each time, though, hence why he’s so insistent on tucking you in. will get you a bouquet of flowers as an apology. you get fresh ones each day <3 your appartement is a flower shop at this point.
#𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 — sleeps like he’s dead. full on laying in a casket. arms crossed over his chest and on his back. not moving once. entire body tense, eyebrows pulled into a frown, lips downturned. always on high-alert, too. it annoys and pains you at the same time. it pains you to see him not ever being at peace, not even in his sleep. and it annoys you because, well, you love him and want to be close to him. you want to cuddle, to tangle your legs with his, to rest your head on his chest and to feel his fingers carding through your hair. some nights you want to be the one that holds him, clutching him against your chest while you kiss the top of his head. but the way he sleeps makes it so damn difficult. he isn’t even being actively annoying. in fact, if you were a coworker instead of his partner, you’d absolutely choose him to share a room with on business trips/missions. but—you weren’t a coworker. and you wanted ryunosuke closer to you. so, one night, you decide to try your luck. bad choice. you knew he was on high-alert, and the sudden appearance of rashoumon while you try and lift one of his arms to sneak underneath it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise. the squeak you let out at the ability rushing towards you has him snap out of it, and it quickly disappears again as he realises who was trying to get near him. he scolds you at first, berating you for trying to test him and that you could’ve gotten seriously injured. only when he sees your down-casted eyes, and slightly wobbling lip (c’mon, you’re sleepy and needy for you boyfriend, okay? you can be emotional) his harsh words quickly die down. when you mutter an apology and whisper that you just wanted to cuddle with him, he goes even quieter. will scoff and wrap his arms around you, pushing your head on his chest and hand in your hair. just like you imagined. he manages to feign nonchalance, but even in the dark you can see the blood flowing to his cheeks. still sleeps on his back, though. at least you’re in his arms now while he does it.
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Can you please please make a part 2 of the one of the first with kento 🥺 I NEED them to make up my heart can’t take angst. :(
So, I went ahead and combined these two asks because I assume they're talking about the same fic.
and while normally I'm not super big on part twos, we couldn't leave our lovers in such turmoil, now could we?
find pt.1 here!
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Starring an absolutely desperate Kento Nanami
You felt dirty sitting on Satoru’s couch, but in the aftermath you had no idea where else to go. After you and Nanami broke up in that stupid fucking fight, you felt lost, but you knew you needed a place to stay. It felt wrong, partly because you knew Gojo had feelings for you, but mostly because you weren’t home. You couldn’t go home. Home told you to leave.
“Have you tried getting a hold of him yet?” Gojo asked, sitting next to you on the couch with two cups of tea, one the perfect way you liked it. You’d been staying with him for two weeks now, and in that time he managed to fall into tune with you as best as he could. Though it didn’t feel nearly as natural as it did with Kento, you appreciated his efforts.
“No.” You shook your head, looking down at your phone. He had been trying desperately to get ahold of you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to answer his calls. “I just…I can’t talk to him yet. He hurt me, I-”
“You don’t have to explain anything.” Gojo assured you. “I’m not here to tell you how to handle your break up. But, I will say..” He paused, trying to find the most empathetic way to put this. “He’s hurting too. I think he’s ready to try and make up.” You let out a defeated chuckle. Gojo really was an amazing friend. Despite his feelings for you, he never tried to make a move, and had in fact even been advocating for you guys to make up.
But, this wasn’t just a regular fight. Nanami broke up with you. How do you come back from that? “He’s the one that broke up with me.” You reminded your friend.
“Yea, and then he found his mind again, realized the total ass he made of himself, and wants to try and undo it.” You laughed a little at Gojos phrasing, but it hurt. Your smile felt like an open wound these days, begging for salt.
“Well then that sucks for him.”
“Ok, well then, when do you want to go and get your stuff from his apartment?” Gojo finally asked. “If you’re sure this relationship is dead, you might as well take it off life support, right?” you sighed. Gojo was right. If you weren’t going to take the initiative to try and get back together, might as well tie up the loose ends.
“Tomorrow.” You said with a harsh nod, as if that was what made it final. “Kento should be in the states now. I'll just leave my key on the bar.” You muttered. Gojo nodded and took a drink of his tea.
“Alright then. I can give you a ride tomorrow.”
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The air was thick as blood as you made your way to Nanami's house. You didn’t have any tears left in you to shed, so the sky wept for you. You and Gojo respected enough to keep the drive quiet. This was it. This was final. Once you remove yourself from his apartment…You’ll have no connection to Nanami left. That burden was more than an anchor on your soul, it was a fucking canon ball. Tearing you apart as it tore through you.
“Is that his Fucking car?!” You yelped as Nanami's apartment came into view and, yes, his car. “Isn’t he supposed to be in the states?!”
“He probably got a ride to the airport Y/n.” Gojo reminded you. Oh. Yea. that was actually really logical, who leaves their car at the airport for a month?
“Oh, right.” You muttered, embarrassment lacing your voice. Gojo parked next to Nanami's car.
“Want me to go in with you?” He asked. You shook your head.
“I just…I need some time to..say goodbye, I guess?” you muttered. Gojo nodded and patted your back softly.
“Let me know if you need me.” He muttered to you as you left the car, making your way up the stairs to say goodbye to the only home you’ve ever known. You slid your kid into the door and hesitated. This was it. This was the last time you’d ever do this. You took a deep, jagged breath, and opened the door.
Only to be met with the face of your ex, sitting at his bar, nursing a coke and whiskey at 9 am, looking like a deer in headlights as he stared at his opening door. You didn’t imagine you looked any better. You both sat there, staring at each other in a very loud silence. Both of you daring the other to break the tension somehow. It felt like someone had pressed pause on the movie of your life at the worst possible time, so, you decided to press play.
“I thought you were supposed to be in the states..” You muttered, stepping in and closing the door.
“I told them to give the job to someone else..” He felt so childish and stupid saying it. It really had been easy that whole time, and it was killing him. He’d thrown away his relationship over fucking nothing, like a fool. Like a fucking petulant child. “You were right..” He admitted.
The ease at which he was able to get out of the business trip sent another wave of red hot rage through you. You scoffed.
“Well, I’m just here to get my stuff, then I’ll go.” you huffed. Suddenly, Nanami was on his feet, reaching out to you in almost fear.
“No, don’t go.” He begged. “I-I never wanted you to go-”
“Then why did you tell me to leave?” You cut him off, more heat to your voice than you ever intended.
“Because I was frustrated, refusing to see your side and when I saw my side falter, I lashed out in the most childish way possible.” Of course, leave it to Kento Nanami to over analyze any interaction to cut down to the heart of it and articulate the problem with the confidence of a therapist.
“Yea, well…your words still hurt me!” You said, not having the articulation Nanami did when it came to emotions.
“I know, and I’m so, so sorry. I never should have let my feelings hurt yours.” Nanami said, slowly approaching you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, to kiss you like he’d never kissed before, to remind you just how much he loved you. But, he didn’t want to scare you away even more. You stood in his living room, crossing your arms and trying not to let him in. Why were you trying so hard not to let him in?
“I’m not going to apologize.” You muttered.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Nanami said, finally close enough to touch you. He gently placed his hands on your hips. “You just wanted me to be home..”
“I still want you to be home…” You muttered softly, letting him pull you closer.
“I want to be home…” He assured you, “And I want you to be home too…” he purred as he pulled you into his chest. For the first time in two weeks you felt warm and truly safe. Your heart burst out with rays of sunshine, and your soul called out to him in overwhelming ways. You gave into the undeniable pull that was Nanami, falling into a full hug and burying your face into his chest. You felt hot tears spring to your eyes as emotions overwhelmed you.
“Ken..” You muttered, looking up at him through bleary eyes.
“I missed you so much Y/n,” Nanami promised, showing he was thinking exactly what you were, as he pulled you into a kiss. Nothing had ever felt more right. Like the universe had finally corrected itself and righted its course. The world made sense again. Gravity held you down, earth revolved around the sun, and you loved Kento Nanami.
He pulled you closer, his warmth overwhelming you. He tasted like cinnamon whiskey, which was fitting because you swore you were getting drunk on his presence. Your body called out to Nanami, and he answered, his hands starting to wander down your body. The kiss was shifting from gentle to desperate quicker that you could fully keep up with. Your arms moved from around his waist to tangle into his hair.
“I love you Y/n” Nanami panted as he pulled away from the kiss, “I need you.”
“I need you too.” You confirmed. That was all Nanami needed to hear. He picked you up desperately, wasting no time in getting you to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and immediately started to kiss you again. He needed to kiss you more than he needed to breathe. You kissed him back like it was the last thing keeping you grounded to this earth. You clung to him desperately, silently begging him to never let you go again.
His hands fumbled with the button of your jeans, ripping them and your underwear off you as quickly as possible. He needed you now. You quickly undid his belt and unzipped his slacks, needing him just as bad as he needed you. His hands slipped in between your legs, his fingers slipping in between your folds. The two of you hadn’t fallen out of sync. He massaged expert circles into your clit, earning him a sweet moan from you. God, he had heard nothing more beautiful in his life.
Two of his fingers managed to slip into your weeping pussy, and he actually chuckled a bit. “Did you miss me darling?” He teased, noticing how warm of a welcome your cunt gave him. You just moaned in response, focused on how the pleasure built up inside of you. You death gripped his shirt as the ecstasy began to grow overwhelming.
“Fuck Ken, please..” You moaned out as Nanami curled his fingers into you, massaging your overly sensitive g-spot. “I need you so bad..” Say no more. He finished what you had started, pushing his pants down enough to free his cock.
You moaned out his name as he pushed inside of you, a heat already building up inside of your stomach to let you know you weren’t going to last long. “Fuck, I missed you so much..” Nanami whimpered as he bottomed out into your warmth, your pussy drawing him in, welcoming him home. He spent more than a few nights these past two weeks fantasizing about this cunt, but there was no way in the world his fist could ever come close to the real deal.
“I missed you too,” You whimpered out, struggling at the brutal pace Nanami set. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to fuck you into a coma. You wouldn’t be all that mad if he did. Your body sang in elation to be rejoined with him, every nerve ending you had exploding in euphoria.
Nanami's lips connected with your neck, sucking a harsh mark there, followed by a rough kiss. “You’re mine, ok?” He growled in an uncharacteristically possessive way, one that sent butterflies straight to your cunt. “You’re mine.”
“Ok,” You moaned breathlessly, the heat building into an overwhelming crescendo.
“Say it.” He demanded.
“What?” your brain was not functioning at the level he currently demanded.
“Say. It.” He growled, punctuating every word with a particularly hard thrust to your cervix. You whined out in pleasure and pain.
“I’m yours!” You yelled, “I’m yours Kento, all yours and only yours!” You whined out.
“Atta girl,” Nanami purred, one of his hands slipping down to massage your clit, setting every inch of you on fire. You were running to the edge faster than the speed of light, and stopping at this point was impossible.
“K-Ken, I’m-!” Which is as far as you got before you flew over the edge, squirting all over your lover, his cock buried deep inside of you. Nanami fucked your fluttering pussy, losing himself in everything you. He wasn't far behind you, cumming into your cervix just as you were coming down from your own high, a string of curses and praise falling from his lips.
Nanami narrowly avoided collapsing on you, pulling out managing to fall next to you instead. He wasted no time in pulling you into his arms though. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
“I love you…” he whispered softly.
“I love you too…” you whispered back. A knock on the door startled you both, you letting out a yelp while Nanami pulled you into a protective grip.
“So are you guys back together now, or what?” Gojo asked from the other side of the door.
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OML THANK U FOR RESPONDING TO MY QUESTION 😭🙏
Okay so like how about this...
Chuuya and reader/y/n are dating, but she's been hanging out with dazai more often then with him. But in reality they ploting a surprise for him for an anniversary or his birthday! (Gender can be any I don't mind!)
Angst to fluff please 😢🙏
Can be either a short fic, headcanon or anything I don't mind as long as ur confterble and happy! Anyways have a nice day/night (might request more in the future...) ♡♡
rather melodramatic, aren’t you?
chuuya nakahara x gn! reader
warnings : a lotttt of drinking, jealousy, insecurities in the relationship
summary : chuuya absolutely loses himself thinking of why you would pick dazai of all people over him to hang out with, jumping to conclusions until you get home to explain everything.
genre : angst to fluff with like one suggestive comment
notes : i listened to cigarettes out the window, a pearl, step on me, the other woman christmas kids, and mr loverman for this so if you see any references to those, they were most def intentional 😭
its been a week and you’ve been hanging around that idiotic dazai, probably out flirting and getting all close to him…
at least that’s how it was in chuuya’s eyes.
he was a bit delusional and when you sprinkle dazai in along with the absolute insanity that goes on in his head, it can’t lead to anything good.
maybe you’re growing tired of him, he thinks.
maybe you’ve grown to love that idiot more than him, he thinks.
there are infinite possibilities running through chuuya’s head as he consistently drinks away this thoughts, the days and nights feeling utterly, completely, inexplicably empty without you.
you fill the hole in his heart that he’s had for as long as he can remember, and to think he’d have dazai take that away from him??
not on his watch.
well… his sober watch.
he threw his hat onto the couch, grabbing a bottle of wine without even looking at the cabinets for a cup. he didn’t care at l this point, all he wanted was to forget the ache in his chest, the spinning in his stomach, the burn of tears in his eyes as he flopped his back flat on the bed, breathing deeply to at least try and calm himself even a little bit.
but he knew that was pointless.
he felt like nothing without you. sure he was an important figure in the Port Mafia but without you? please, his status and power could’ve meant the same as a dirty nickel he almost tripped on while walking on the sidewalk.
he opened the bottle, sitting up as he did so he didn’t spill it all over his soft silk sheets. those were expensive, not worth the mess he thought.
he chugged a bit of it, throwing the cork into a forgotten corner of the room as he threw his head back to throughly get the most out of his five second gulp.
he slammed it onto the nightstand, the aggression in his movements aimed at you, at dazai, at his insecurities. he tore his gloves off, throwing them onto the nightstand before putting his hands over his face, his fingers in his hair as he quietly cried into his hands.
he wished he was better. he knew him and dazai were a team at times, that you wouldn’t do this to him, that he was just as good as everyone else if not better…
but he couldn’t shake it. he couldn’t shake his insecurities, his anxieties all because of dazai.
he’d drink himself to death inside a prison cell before he admits that though.
he just wished that you wouldn’t disappear from his life, he’d let you do whatever you want as long as you stay with him. okay, that was a lie, he isn’t a pushover. a devoted boyfriend? absolutely but a doormat? never.
he grabbed the cold dark bottle of wine again, drinking and crying the rest of the sunset away as all he could think and worry about was whatever the hell you and dazai were doing and why you had barely texted him all week.
he paced through your shared bedroom, talking rather loudly to himself as he tried to come up with reasonable explanations, his reasoning for your absence getting more and more insane as he kept drinking.
thankfully, he heard you finally walk through the door. he quickly grabbed his hat, throwing it on as he went to meet you at the door with his cheeks flushed and his eyes dazed from alcohol.
“there you are! do you- do you know how long i’ve been waiting for you- to get back? i swear i was about to text you and ask what- what position you two were in for fucks sake i-“
he rambled on and on until he saw your amused yet concerned smile… and a gift bag in your hand…?
“what the hell- stop smiling like that! don’t tell me dazai got you that bullshit- you’ve got to be joking don’t tell me your-“
he was cut off by a kiss, his lips tasting like alcohol and his breath smelling the same. you counted the seconds until midnight like it was new year’s eve and although you could tell he was already breathless, you didn’t let go. he could hold out for just a bit longer, he’d have to.
as soon as it hit 12:00 and the notification for a very very special day popped up you let him go, the poor man almost falling straight into you.
“why-… the hell did you-“
“it’s april 29th chuuya.”
“what does that have to do with anything? i don’t give a single shit what the day is.”
“chuuya.”
“what??”
“it’s your birthday. happy birthday, love.”
you smiled, one hand still holding onto his shoulder and the other bringing up the gift bag you have for him. it takes him a good minute or two, but eventually his drunken mind put two and two together and figured out everything on its own.
“oh- ohhh… ugh, i’m so sorry dear.”
he groaned with a frown, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him.
“it’s fine chuu, i missed you, you know. it’s not easy keeping secrets.”
“i’m glad you feel that way.”
he sighed into your shoulder, breathing in your scent. he thanked the gods that you didn’t smell a bit like dazai but just like you always do, maybe a bit tainted with wine and his cologne but that’s how he liked it, he was possessive like that.
“we can spend the day together… right? just us for today.”
“well after you get some sleep and a pill for your hangover, yes of course we can.”
“as long as you come with me, i accept.
“see? what would you do without me.”
“baby, i’m a wreck when i’m without you.”
sorry this was super short!! i wrote this at like midnight cause that’s when i get randomly motivated but i hope this is to your liking!! please feel free to request more :DD
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I'm having sambucky feelings so now you have to as well.
Imagine Bucky complaining about having a hard time putting lotion on his right arm because it gets in the grooves of his metal hand. So Sam starts putting lotion on his right arm for him because he can't let his man get all dry.
hi anon. pls do always share your sambucky feels with me, chance is it’s gonna make my day that much better.
as a thank you, here’s a little fluffy fic <33
It was after the third time Bucky had sighed deeply and, quite frankly, dramatically that Sam had turned from the mission reports to him, mouth halfway open with a retort he never got to say, because Bucky was already staring at him with what was decidedly a pout.
Sam’s eyes went from the open lotion container back to Bucky’s face, all the while thinking about how he really didn’t have anyone to blame but himself.
It started innocently enough, with Bucky watching Sam putting on lotion after showering and then copying him because Sam’s skin was smooth and soft and biteable, apparently. It took Bucky about one day to find a problem with this new self-care routine.
“I can’t put lotion on my right arm,” he’d said, frowning down at his left arm, a small towel hanging uselessly from his right one. “It’s impossible to get it out of my left arm.”
It was endearing, really. Or maybe Sam was just that much of a sucker. Whatever it was, Sam found himself offering to do it, and it was worth it for the way Bucky’s face split into a bright smile.
And it became a routine, applying the lotion to each other’s skin, massaging the exhausted muscles and kissing the old scars, something so intimate and tender about it.
That, more than anything, was the reason why Sam pushed away from the reports and got to his feet, walking over to where Bucky was sitting with one leg tucked underneath him on the couch.
Bucky wordlessly handed him the lotion before he tore off his shirt, then he was shirtless and leaning backwards, dropping his head against the cushions and closing his eyes.
“You’re not slick,” was all Sam said as he scooped up some lotion. It was cold, so he held it for a second, letting it absorb the warmth of his skin, before he rubbed it between his hands and started to rub it into Bucky’s skin.
Bucky’s lip twitched. “You’ve been pouring over those reports for hours,” he said, then he opened his eyes and look at Sam. “Your back is all tight now. You’re wasting all of my hard work from last night.”
Sam looked up from where he was rubbing the lotion between Bucky’s fingers. “You didn’t give me a massage last night.”
“I made you come twice.”
Sam snorted, slapping the back of his hand against Bucky’s unfairly solid chest. “What the fuck?”
“I’m serious!”
“Bucky!”
“You were so relaxed you didn’t even complain about the mess on your stomach immediately.”
Sam rolled his eyes, then sighed, and it made Bucky sigh as well, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him to that broad, warm chest.
Sam relaxed, just a little.
“I’m just worried.”
“You? Worried? That’s unheard of.” Then, more seriously, “I know, sweetheart, but it’s gonna be okay.”
“What if it’s not?” Sam asked quietly.
A beat. “Then it’s not, and I’m gonna be there, and so will you, and we’ll work it out together.”
Sam relaxed further into Bucky’s side, dragging his hand with the remaining lotion across his stomach.
“Okay,” Sam said.
Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Okay,” Bucky echoed back.
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Present # 2
Bucky x reader
A floofy Christmas drabble because why not, this came together in like 5 mins, so just ignore the fact this might not even make sense, it’s also like 4 AM so idk what this is.
You’d made sure to sneak in everyone’s Christmas presents without getting noticed, wrapping them quietly in the middle of the night. Everyone was getting two this year, the first set of gifts was something they’d want and you had bought them months earlier. The second gift was really more for you but it didn’t matter. You were excited anyway. You’d set them all out before everyone woke up, dashing back to your room so you could spend early Christmas morning cuddling with your husband.
A few hours later
You bit your lip, quietly watching everyone unwrap their presents while you sat on the couch, curled up by Bucky’s side. He squeezed your hand, kissing your cheek while the team inspected the soft yellow wrapping paper, much different from the shiny red one on you had used on other presents.
“Y/n, these are...”
You giggled at Tony’s wide eyes staring back at you while he rummaged through the rest of the box, the pieces slowly clicking together.
“Oh my god”
He grinned holding up the tiny Iron Man onesie while Sam screamed, clutching the falcon plushie that was in his box to his chest. “DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES?!”
“Holy fuck...”
“Language Cap”
“Shut up I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE”
Steve’s box was the largest of all, filled with books, a Captain America teddy bear and a note on top (clearly in Bucky’s writing).
Dear Uncle Steve,
Read these to me when mommy and daddy are out on date night. Which will be often because daddy is romantic and loves mommy very much. So much so that he’s already planning on putting another baby in her soon because he’s impatient.
Love,
Baby Barnes Jr.
PS. Please make a tiny friend for me to play with. Go ask Aunty Nat out on a date already. Punk.
Steve poorly hid his sniffles and tears, pulling Bucky and you into a hug before smiling down at the note again, his cheeks blushing.
“What does the note say” Nat cocked her head while Steve nearly stuffed it in his mouth, shoving it back in the box and holding it tightly in his lap.
“Nothing. Just-just the receipt” He sputtered, while Bucky snorted, his hand coming down to brush your tummy. You were both showered with hugs and tears from everyone, excitement already buzzing over the arrival of your tiny super soldier.
“So what you’re saying is next year we’ll have an extra little stocking joining the rest by the fire place?”
“We’re going to have a tiny terminator running around by next Christmas”
“Tiny White Wolf”
“Tiny Terminator”
“White wolf”
“Terminator”
Bucky shook his head, watching Tony, Sam and the rest of the team go back and forth over nicknames, while you snuggled against him, his heart completely full. He couldn’t have asked for a better present.
Earlier that morning
“I uh, I have another present for you” You blinked at Bucky nervously, hopping out of bed to grab his second gift from the closet. Bucky sat up, watching you curiously as you sat by the edge of the bed, placing it in his lap.
“You didn’t have to get me anything else baby” He carefully tore the wrapping paper, cocking his head at the little bundle you had folded up.
“It’s a little blanket” Bucky chuckled, laying out the small soft baby blue blanket knitted from warm wool.
“Mhm, perfect to wrap something little in?” You fidgeted with your fingers, inching closer to him while he smoothed out the comfy material.
“Little?” He looked up at you, his heart racing at the way you shyly smiled, nodding.
“Well...they’re very very little right now” You whispered, taking his hand and placing it on your belly. “Right now, they’re just a little peanut”
“Doll, you’re....?” He set the blanket aside, pulling you onto his lap, his hands coming down to slide up your shirt, pressed against your tummy. You nodded, cupping his cheek while he held you close to him, showering your face in kisses.
“I love you mama” He pulled you down to cuddle under the blankets for a while, the both of you enjoying a little peace and quiet and kisses before the inevitable chaos waiting downstairs, once everyone opened their second gifts.
“Best. Present. Ever”
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pushed to the edge
pervy roommate!grimmjow jaegerjaquez x fem. reader
wc: 2.1k
warnings: heavy noncon elements, noncon touching, creampie, unprotected sex, grimmjow is OBSESSED with you, fingering (f!receiving), mentions of sweat, masturbation (both male and female), reader is a heavy sleeper, cum eating
synopsis: what you don’t know won’t hurt you
a/n: this is for my “perverts make the world go ‘round” event! thank you @darlingsanzu for requesting this delicious man
He hated feeling this way about you. He hated the way you plagued his mind every single second of the day and there was nothing he could do about it.
He thought about all the possible things he could do and each thought out scenario ended with you rejecting him and asking him to find a new roommate.
He should’ve listened to Ulqiorra when he brought you up as being his roommate. But in true Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez fashion, he went with his gut instinct.
You two have been roommates for a little less than a year now and everything was perfect. He enjoyed having you around, your bubbly personality, your gentle mannerisms, your laughter that filled up a room, the way your soft skin showed when you walked around in a tank top and shorts when the AC was getting fixed in the apartment, the way sweat dripped down your cleavage as you tried to cool yourself off. God how he desperately wanted to lean over and lick it away, just so he could get a taste of you.
He had to control himself every single time he saw you and even when you were sitting right next to him on the couch or sitting across from him while you two ate dinner, the fantasies couldn’t come to an end. He tried everything he could think of to get you off his mind, he jerked off, he worked out, he went for runs, he tried to hookup with people but always flaked on them because they could never be you. No one could compare to you and he knew that.
Every single time he jerked off he just thought about you. Wondering how you would look on top of him, bouncing on his cock to your heart's content. Wondering how you would look and sound underneath him while he rutted into you like an animal. Wondering what you tasted like, if you tasted as sweet as the strawberry perfume you wore. Wondering all the sounds you’d make as he traced his tongue along every inch of your body. You drove him insane.
Sometimes he would just take advantage of the thin walls that separate your bedrooms. He would just press his ear to it and listen to your low pants and whimpers paired with the whirring of your vibrator or the slick sounds of what he assumed was your fingers or a dildo pumping in and out of your pussy. He would reach a hand down and stroke his cock to match your pace, imagining what you looked like in the moment. Imagining your cute face scrunched up in pleasure, imagining your soft lips parting slightly as you reached your orgasm, imagining how you looked as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Sometimes he could even swear he heard you moan his name as your orgasm washed over you but maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
He needed you and he needed you bad.
He needed you so badly he didn’t know what his craving for you could do to him. He didn’t know how far he would go. And he didn’t know if he could hold himself back when given the slightest opportunity to have you.
Today was another day where he was just thinking about you. Every hour, every minute and every second was just passed with a new thought of you. He couldn’t wait until you went to your room to sleep. Maybe he would be lucky again to hear you masturbate, even though his imagination would serve as more than enough fuel for him to masturbate.
You were both on the couch, your head resting against his arm as the movie you chose played on the TV. He couldn’t even focus on what was going on, all he could think about was you. His eyes lingered on you for longer periods of time each time he looked down at you. He only tore his gaze from you when the credits rolled on the screen. You moved off his arm to stretch then turned to him with a slightly nervous smile on your face.
“What is it? Did something happen today?” He raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. “Nothing happened today but I was thinking about something. Remember when we first moved in together and it was the dead of winter? And remember when our heater was busted so we had to sleep in the same bed to keep warm?” He nodded slowly at your questions. God, how could he forget? He was sure that was when he started this little obsession with you.
“Well, I was wondering if we could do that again tonight? I know it’s been a while and you can say—”
“Yes.” He was sure he was too eager to respond, hell, he couldn’t even let you finish your sentence before he gave you an answer. A smile broke out on your face and you leaned over to hug him tightly, pressing your perfect tits against him. “Perfect! I’ll go shower and change into my pajamas then I’ll meet you in your room.” You squeezed him once more then hopped off the couch.
All Grimmjow could do was thank his lucky stars. He couldn’t believe that he would have you so close to him.
Everything passed in a blur and the next thing he knew, you were laying in bed next to him. Then as the time passed he could hear soft even breaths coming from you, signaling to him that you were sound asleep. He, on the other hand, was wide awake. How could he sleep when you were right there?
You wore one of the shirts you stole from him, you called it “compensation” for doing laundry. With how you were laying on the bed, he could see a peek of the curve of your ass. Maybe he could just sneak another peek to see the panties you wore to bed. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly moved his hand to the hem of the shirt you wore. He gripped it with two fingers and slowly pulled it up, his eyes widening when he saw your lack of panties. “Oh fuck.” He whispered to himself.
Were you doing this on purpose? No panties when you were sleeping next to him? Maybe it just slipped your mind, maybe you were just too caught up in your own bedtime routine to remember putting on panties. Whatever it was, it kept his lucky streak going. He sucked in a breath as you stretched out one of your legs and stuck your ass out a little more. If he were to put his hand between your legs he was sure he could get full access to your pussy.
But he wouldn’t take that risk…right?
He did exactly that, leaning in a little more so his fingers could very lightly graze your thigh before moving up to your slit. He let out a low groan as he felt how wet you were already, practically just inviting him to indulge in you more. He took his index finger and middle finger and gently pressed against your slit so he could rub against you more. “Shit you’re soaked.” He groaned again and gently pushed one of his long fingers inside your entrance, feeling your pussy just take him in with ease. His cock throbbed as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you.
He moved his free hand down to free his cock and started pumping it in time with his finger inside your cunt. He froze when he heard a small whimper fall from your lips, fear and reality hitting him all at once. He waited a few moments and nothing happened, you didn’t wake up to confront him, you didn’t do anything.
He didn’t even have time to think about his next actions because your pussy started clenching around his finger, like your body was just begging him for more. “I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. Just be patient.” He started pumping his finger and cock in tandem, listening to any and all sounds that came out of you. He couldn’t believe he was doing this but deep down he knew that if he was given this opportunity sooner then he would’ve reacted the same way.
He slowly slipped a second finger inside and felt how you sucked it in greedily. If he didn’t want more, he would’ve been fine with just this but he’s a greedy man. If he could get what he truly desired then maybe he would be satisfied.
Or maybe he would just want more.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and used your juices to lube up his cock. He was by no means small and he didn’t want you to wake up from the sheer stretch of his cock finally entering you. He angled himself a bit so he was spooning you and traced the head of his cock along your soaking entrance. He just wanted to slam into you but he didn’t want to wake you when you were sleeping so peacefully. For now he’ll let you enjoy dreamland, make you believe that you’re just having a wet dream when in reality he’s using your body for his pleasure.
He slowly pushed the head of his cock inside you and shut his eyes. Waves of sheer ecstasy coursed through his body and he had to hold himself back from just shoving the rest of his length inside you. With shallow thrusts he pushed more of himself inside you and waited with bated breath as each inch entered you.
What would he do if you woke up? How could he explain himself? Would you even believe any lie he tried to create? He just had to pray to whatever god was out there to keep you asleep until he was finished.
Once he was inside you completely he had to bite his lip hard to restrain himself. He wanted to just go to town on you, wanted to see and feel your body shake in his hold while you cried out for him. He kept a slow pace, not wanting to shake the bed too much and not wanting to wake you. He let out low groans and grunts while he listened to the slick sounds of your cunt and the low moans and whimpers that came from your slightly parted lips. “So perfect, the prettiest and tightest cunt for me. I’m the luckiest bastard ever.”
Even with a slow pace he felt himself edging closer and closer to an orgasm. He moved his hand down to find your clit and rubbed it slowly to match the pace of his hips. Your cunt reacted beautifully with each movement, clenching and coiling around his cock. You got tighter and tighter and he knew you were growing closer and closer to your orgasm. “Cum for me, please baby cum for me.” It was like you could hear him even in your unconscious state because as the words met your ears you did exactly as he pleaded.
“Grimm…” his eyes widened and one more push of his hips led to him spilling his cum inside you in seemingly endless ropes. He could hear you as clear as day now as you whimpered his name, still very much asleep as you didn’t even move a muscle.
So in his mind it just meant that you were dreaming of him. Dreaming of him fucking you while he was actually doing it. He covered his mouth with his free hand as he panted heavily. His cock softened inside you so he could pull out of you. He wanted to see your cum filled pussy but he knew he had to clean you up too. There was no way he could explain why you were pumped full of cum. He moved slowly so he could have his face near your messy pussy and lifted his hand so he could use two fingers to scoop his cum out.
He couldn’t let the mixture of his cum and yours go to waste on a tissue so he brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them off before he pushed them right back inside you. He was on cloud nine, loving the way you two tasted together. Once there was no more cum leaking out of you he moved back in his place beside you and let out a sigh of relief. You rolled over so instead of your back facing him, you nuzzled against him and draped one of your arms over his toned body.
As he fell asleep he replayed the events that just happened in his mind. He finally got you. He finally felt you around him. While he hoped that one day you two could get to enjoy each other properly, he couldn’t help but wish for more nights like this.
Now that he’s had a taste of you, he couldn’t get enough of you. He could feel himself turning into an insatiable beast, he could never get his fill of you.
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*The Boss–Keys
Warnings: rough sex, sneaking around kink, language
Being vice president of a video game company is not as glorious as gamers think. It's even less so when the president is an absolute moron. I am basically running the entire company. Antwan shows up at 11 o'clock, orders food, walks around, randomly fires people, and then usually leaves between 2 and 3.
I usually have to get as much work done as I can in the morning because I spend the rest of the afternoon un-firing people. I have to reassure them that Antwan doesn't have any actual firing ability. He has to talk to me before he can fire someone.
"So. . . I'm not. . ."
"You're not fired, Dominique," I reassured her. "You are a great designer. Keep it up."
"Thanks, Y/N," she sighed.
I walked her out of my office, patting her on the shoulder as she left. I closed the door and leaned against it. I do this multiple times a week. Antwan hasn't even noticed yet. He usually forgets who he fired the next day.
With my back still against my office door, I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket. I dialed the number to his desk phone and closed my eyes as it rang.
"We need to have a meeting," I sighed as soon as it stopped ringing, not giving him a chance to answer. "Now."
"On my way."
I hung up and kicked off my door so I could start clearing off my desk. If I didn't do this, it would end up on the floor. There was a soft knock and the door creaked open. I didn't bother moving. I stayed, slightly leaning over my desk. I smirked when the door closed and the lock clicked.
I heard him slowly walk over to me. He gently placed his hands on my hips and stepped up behind me. He slid his hands around my body until his arms were wrapped around my stomach.
"Let me guess," Keys whispered in my ear. He kissed my jawline a couple of times before continuing, "Antwan was a dick and fired someone. You then had to un-fire them and clean up his mess."
The second he stopped talking, he returned to kissing my neck.
"I only want to think of one dick right now," I moaned.
I closed my eyes and focused on his lips on my body. He had a way of relaxing every part of me. Keys never struggled to help me forget about work.
He bit my ear, slightly sucking on it. He started nibbling down my neck, moving my shirt aside so he could kiss my collarbone. I bit back a moan as he slipped his hands under my skirt until he found my underwear. I leaned my body back against him as he slid them off.
"Get on the desk," he ordered.
I spent all day giving orders, correcting Antwan's. Keys was the only person who gave me orders. And it was incredibly sexy.
"Yes, sir," I whispered. I turned around and saw Keys reach up and tossed his jacket onto my couch.
Without breaking eye contact, I sat on my desk and opened my legs. He walked over and grabbed my thighs, spreading them apart even more. He stood between them as he played with my skirt. I gasped when he grabbed my thighs and roughly brought me to the edge, half of my ass hanging off.
Keys leaned down and pressed his lips roughly to mine. I let out the moan I'd been holding back since he walked into my office as our tongues instantly started fighting for dominance.
As we battled, I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top. I tore it off of him, tossing it to the side. I started to unbutton my shirt but Keys grabbed my hands, stopping me. I put my hands on the desk, slightly behind me as Keys started unbuttoning my shirt. This was exactly why I always wore button-ups to work.
It's why we both wear them. Whenever I get tired or frustrated or irritated with work, I call Keys and ask for a meeting. He comes to my office at his earliest convenience. The second he walks in, we tear each other's clothes off and he orders me around.
It all started after a very drunk Christmas Party Keys's first year at Soonami. We started the night with flirting but soon added too many drinks. We ended up hooking up in the supply closet. The next Monday, I called him into my office to talk about the party. We didn't talk about it. Instead, we ended up having sex on my desk.
And so started our routine. We've been hooking up for about six months. A month after we started, we were at his apartment on his couch. We were about to move to his bedroom but I stopped it. I asked him if we could finally talk about it, about us. For the first time since we started, Keys and I had a real conversation. The conversation started off awkward but eventually, we confessed to caring about each other.
I was brought back to current events when Keys put his face between my breasts, slipping his tongue into my bra. As he explored my chest, I reached down and started undoing his pants. When they fell to the floor, Keys instantly pushed me back onto my desk and climbed over me.
He pressed his lips to mine as he reached into my desk drawer and found the hidden condoms. I grabbed it from him and tore it open. Keys bit my bottom lip as I slipped it onto him. The second it was on him, he pushed into me. I squeezed my eyes at the new pressure.
I broke the kiss and arched my back as Keys instantly started thrusting in and out of me. We moaned quietly as he took control. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. Keys knew exactly what I liked. Still thrusting into me, Keys gently grabbed my chin.
"Look at me, baby girl," he whispered. I slowly opened my eyes, looking directly into his lust-filled eyes. Whenever we did this, Keys liked to keep eye contact.
"Oh Y/N," Keys grunted. "I want you to scream my name. So fucking badly."
"You know we can't," I gasped when he hit my G-spot.
Keys slightly repositioned himself before going back to thrusting into me. When he pushed in, he held it before pulling out.
"Shit," I moaned. "Keep going, baby."
"I thought I was supposed to be the one giving orders during our meetings," he groaned as I squeezed myself around him.
I grabbed his face, forcing his lips down onto mine to shut him up. I felt him smirk as he kissed me back. We broke apart when my office phone started ringing.
"Son of a. . ." I mumbled.
"Answer it," Keys said. I looked at him to see him smirking at me. We kept eye contact as I reached over and answered the phone.
"This is Y/N."
Keys let out a soft moan as he returned to thrusting into me. I bit my lip, not listening to a single thing that Antwan was yelling about as I focused on Keys ravishing me. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood as Keys put his face between my breasts and quickened his movements.
"You got it," I mumbled before hanging up.
"What did Antwan want?" Keys asked as he decided which breasts to make out with.
"No idea."
Keys grabbed my thigh, wrapping my leg around his waist. He snaked his hand that wasn't holding him up under my back, pushing me closer to him. We rode out our highs a little longer, our grunts and moans slowly starting to get louder.
"Next time," Keys grunted as he started pushing me towards my breaking point, "I want you screaming my name. As loud as you can."
With one final thrust, I was sent into orgasm. I arched my back and gave in.
"Yes, sir," I gasped.
Keys pulled out of me and didn't give me a chance to relax. He grabbed my hand, roughly pulling me so I was sitting up. We were back to the position we had started in; me with my legs spread open and Keys standing between them.
"My place," he said, catching his breath. "Tonight. Bring wine, I'll handle the dinner. And then, for dessert. . ."
"You want me screaming your name as loud as I can?" I teased. Keys leaned in and smashed his lips to mine. I instantly ran my fingers through his hair as our lips moved messily in sync. He broke the kiss with a soft moan.
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
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I fixed my shirt, making sure one of my shoulders was exposed. After our meeting, Keys and I sent saucy texts back and forth. We sent descriptive texts of what we wanted tonight, what we wanted the other to do, and sneak previews.
Keys and I didn't hook up every night. It was only on weekends. He'd come over Friday night, we'd spend all day in bed, go out Saturday night and he wouldn't leave until Sunday afternoon. Whenever we did go out, we went out of the city so we wouldn't risk running into anyone from our company.
Part of me wondered if anything would change at work. The other part of me wondered if Antwan would have one of his classic temper tantrums when he found out I was sleeping with an employee.
I smirked when the door was roughly swung open. Keys didn't wait for me to say anything. He grabbed my waist, pulled me close to him, and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back.
Without breaking the kiss, Keys pulled me into his apartment and led me over to his couch. He picked me up, gently laying us both down. He rolled his body against mine as we relaxed into the cushions. Within minutes, we were in the middle of a full makeout session with nothing but our underwear on.
Keys finally broke the kiss and started kissing my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, slightly arching my back as he bit the skin peeking out behind my bra.
"Baby," I moaned, "don't you want to eat first?"
He pulled away and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his room. I gasped when he dropped me onto his bed. He crawled on top of me with a smirk that gave me chills.
"Remember what you promised," he said through his teeth. I smirked as I snaked my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Loud and proud," I said softly. Keys let out a deep moan as he lowered himself and started grinding his body down on mine. As our bodies moved in sync, we finished undressing each other.
In just a few minutes, we were in his bed, under the covers, with our underwear randomly thrown around his room. I roughly switched our positions and sat on his hips. I kept eye contact as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I felt him harden under me as I took it off and tossed it aside.
I grabbed his hands, slid them up my thighs, and continued up my torso. He knew what I was doing and I could feel his anticipation building. When I finally got his hands to his favorite spot on my body, he squeezed them on his own.
I moved my hips so he would slide into me as he continued to massage my breasts. The movements in his hips soon fell in sync with his squeezes.
"Oh Y/N," he moaned. "Keep going."
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He instantly started roughly moving his lips against mine. I broke the kiss, making him pout.
"Yes, sir," I whispered before pressing my lips back to his. I began running my fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands that I caught, something I knew he liked in bed.
We continued this for some time. The longer I was on top, the tighter I started to feel. I smirked when I got an idea. A dirty idea.
"Bring your knees up," I mumbled against his lips. Without breaking the kiss, he obeyed.
I bit his lip before I broke the kiss. I sat up and leaned against his knees, making sure he was still inside of me. I watched his face, wanting to see his reaction to me. With as much force as I could, I squeezed my folds around his member inside of me.
"Fuck," he gasped.
I giggled when Keys quickly sat up, so quickly I almost fell off of his lap. He grabbed my thighs and started moving my hips faster against his. He didn't kiss my lips. Instead, he wrapped his mouth around one of my breasts. I arched my back, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on my nipple.
"Holy shit, Keys," I moaned in sync with my movements. "You're so fucking big, baby."
"Can you do me a favor?" Keys grunted, pulling his attention away from my chest. The look on his face made me stop. I sat up a little so he would slip out of me.
"Anything, baby," I whispered as I delicately placed my hands on his shoulders and started massaging them as I rocked my hips against his.
"Don't call me Keys."
"What?" I asked, all sexiness and heat between us disappearing. I started to get off of him, completely embarrassed. "You don't like that nickname?"
"No no no no no," he repeated quickly as he grabbed my thighs, stopping me from getting off of him. "I didn't mean it like that, baby girl. I love my nickname. It's just. . . I meant. . . I want you to call me by my first name as we keep going."
"Oh," I said under my breath. "Any particular reason?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I mean, I know why. . ."
"It turns you on."
He smiled softly at me. "In a way," he whispered. "But even more so, you calling me by my name makes it more intimate. And that turns me on."
"You got it," I said softly, "Walter."
Keys moaned as he smashed his lips onto mine. I smiled as I started to kiss him back. As our lips moved hungrily in sync, Keys rolled us over so he was back on top. Once he was, he tore away from my lips and started sucking on my neck.
"Say it again," he asked through his teeth.
"Anything for you," I whispered, "Walter."
When I said his name, he growled. I gasped when he swiftly pushed into me. I arched my back, his name slipping out of my mouth in moans. I asked him to keep going. I asked him to go faster. I asked him to go deeper. Every time I asked him to do something, I called him by his name.
Our orgasms built faster than they ever have. Things felt more intense. When we reached our peaks, we both let out loud moans. He stayed where he was as we came down. I chewed on my bottom lip as I felt him soften inside me. I took a shaky breath when he finally pulled out of me.
"So much better when you moan my name," Keys chuckled as he rolled off of me.
"The louder the better," I agreed. I gasped in pain as I shifted. Keys looked over at me, a small amount of guilt in his eyes.
"You doing okay?" He asked. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
I leaned over and pressed my lips delicately to his. I pulled away but kept my face inches from his.
"I'm okay," I whispered. "It's the good kind of pain."
I kissed him again before rolling onto my back. When my head hit the pillow, I was also hit with an insane amount of guilt. I looked over at Keys, my heart sinking. I grabbed his hand, making him look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"I've been lying to you," I said under my breath. Keys' eyes narrowed as he rolled onto his side and studied me. I sat up, keeping the blanket close to my chest as I leaned against the headboard.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Life Itself."
Keys sat up, fully turning towards me. He waited for me to continue, so I did.
"I lied to you and Milly," I said, my voice breaking. "Antwan didn't shelve your game, Keys. He built Free City around it."
"Which means there's proof in Antwan's game," he said slowly as he caught on. I nodded, nervously biting my bottom lip.
"All you have to do is cross the barrier at Hitman's Beach," I explained. "Then the whole design will fall and the world will see your original design. Antwan won't be able to deny it any longer."
Keys thought about it for a second before his demeanor changed. "Why did you suddenly decide to tell me all of this?"
"You deserved to know the truth," I said under my breath.
Keys smiled softly as he scooted closer. "But why now? I've been working for you for over a year. What made you suddenly go behind Antwan's back, and I'm guessing against your NDA, all of a sudden?"
"Because. . ." I hesitated.
We were just hooking up. If I answered that question, it may ruin our usual routine. Adding feelings to a sneaking around relationship could end it.
Keys scooted even closer to me as he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hand. He pulled me in and pressed his lips delicately to mine. As our lips began to move in sync, Keys pushed me back onto his bed and instantly climbed over me.
"You're trying to protect me," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "How sweet."
"I don't want this to just be a hook-up," I confessed, breaking the kiss. "I like you, Keys. I mean, really like you. And if we did start a relationship, I didn't want to start anything with this big lie between us."
"Damn," Keys whispered.
"What?"
"I don't want this to be just a hook-up either," he continued. "I really like you, Y/N. And you're right. We shouldn't start our relationship with a big lie between us, so. . ."
"So?"
"So what are you going to do to help me get my game back?"
Keys gasped, covering it up with a deep chuckle as I rolled us over, switching our positions. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. He let his hands roam up and down my bare back as our tongues danced. I broke the kiss with a soft wine.
"Anything, baby," I said breathlessly. "Anything you need me to do, I'll do it."
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Hello! Could I please get a spiderman noir x reader where the reader comforts him and holds him after he has a horrible nightmare? Some angst to comfort! Tysm!! (I love your posts💗)
We demand more spider-noir X reader🪧👋🙏🏼
(Ily anon)
SPIDER-NOIR x READER
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You woke from your slumber noticing that you couldn’t feel your fiancé on the bed. If he went out for patrol again he was gonna be sleeping on the couch. You loved Peter, really, and you loved Spider-Man but you couldn’t stand it sometimes.
Waiting for Him to come home all worried, and when he arrived you had to patch him up, it was not the most convenient but you loved Peter.
You sat up turning on the lamp to see better, then You noticed Peter was there, he was sitting at the edge your guy’s bed. You scooted over next to him, noticing he was all teary eyed.
“What’s wrong honey?” You asked him, he didn’t respond, “bad dream?” You asked again, he chuckled “you read me like a book” he said, rubbing his eyes, looking back at you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked him, Peter had bad dreams, it wasn’t very common but when he did have them, they were terrible to him.
This one time he had dreamed of Aunt may getting killed because he couldn’t save her, and when he woke up he went straight to her house to check on her, even with it being 2am in the morning. Sometimes he’d just have recurring dreams, or, nightmares where he would just be reliving uncle Ben’s death.
Usually Peter would tell you he didn’t want to talk about his nightmares because, He didn’t even want to think about them himself, but he always ended up caving in and telling you about them.
This time he didn’t try fighting it, tears started falling down his cheeks as you hugged him, he wrapped his arms around your waist, finding comfort in your warmth. “i couldn’t save you” he mumbled, you hummed in confusion, “you, you got hurt, and I couldn’t save you, and- and you died” he said.
Your own heart hurt hearing how much this “nightmare” tore him up, he’d never been so emotional because of a nightmare, of course he would get worried, or scared, or sad, but right now he was just a mess.
“It was just a dream, I’m right here” you reassured him that you were okay, “I know, but, it was terrible” he told you, it seemed like this nightmare really hit him like a train. “I promise I’m never gonna let that happen to you sweetheart” he told you, “I know” you said, he looked at you, giving you a light smile.
“I know handsome” you finished letting go of him, scooting back to you spot on you bed, patting his spot for him to get back in bed. Peter crawled in to bed; instead of laying on his side of the bed, he laid on top of you, resting his head in the crook of you neck.
You ruffled his hair, playing with it, soon enough he was knocked out.
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“Let Me” 18+!!!!
Rick x Reader - “Let me”
Alrighty.... here it is. I finally sat my ass down and got this done. If I didn’t make myself work on it, I’d have never finished it. And honestly.... I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, but I guess it’s because I haven’t had a chance to come back to it and see it from a fresh perspective.
Regardless, I am happy to finally post it and truly hope it meets your expectations, or that you at least enjoy it!
I burst through the door of my home causing a huge bang to ring out, and awkwardly hobbled over to the couch where I promptly dropped my duffel bag and myself.
The sudden commotion caused Rick to peer around the corner from the kitchen at me,
“You alright?” he questioned, concern spreading over his features
“Yep” I winced, gingerly pulling up my pant leg to examine my ankle.
No swelling, no bruising... that’s a good sign. I am extraordinarily clumsy, so much so that it’s almost a running joke in the community of Alexandria. Why anyone ever allowed me out on runs, I’ll never know. But I guess when it comes down to it, I can do what I need to and that’s what matters the most.
“Hey, hey” Rick strode over, his face still taught with worry, “let me take a look”.
He kneels down in front of me and slowly takes my foot into his large hands. For a man who’s hands are so calloused and rough, his touch sure is delicate. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I try to ignore the image of Rick kneeling before me. I swallow hard and stare at the ceiling, hoping to avoid my brain running away with that thought.
“So, you gonna tell me what happened this time?”, he almost chuckled, and I simply rolled my eyes in response.
“Long story short,” I started, feeling a grin creep it’s way across my face, “I guess I forgot how to walk and tripped over a root. I rolled it pretty good. I just wish I had a cooler story”. His blue eyes flashed up at me, eliciting a short chuckle from him as he shook his head.
“Well, it doesn’t look like it’s sprained, so I think you’re safe.” He sighed, “As for how it happened, we can just tell people they should see the other guy.”
Rick winked at me, and a chortle escaped my throat at his comment.
I’d been friends with Rick for a long time, ever since the prison. And I’d be lying through my teeth if I’d said I hadn’t been attracted to him since day 1, but when we met between Hershel’s farm and the prison he had much bigger, much more personal things going on. I wanted to be respectful and kept my distance, despite his marriage with Lori clearly being over. I knew the love he had for her ran deep, as did the love for the infant she’d been carrying.
I couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if he had similar feelings for me though. Every now and then, when I’d turn around, I could almost swear that his gaze was lingering on me before he’d swiftly turn around and resume what he was doing.
I still didn’t want to risk making anything awkward, or ruining the friendship that had bloomed between us, especially as we were currently sharing a house together in Alexandria. But once again I’d be an absolutely filthy liar if I tried to tell you that living in such close quarters with him and having such a domestic lifestyle didn’t cause my feelings to become stronger. It just felt so natural. So much so that I could see us having a life together of our own. I was great with Judith, and I’d nurtured a bond with Carl. I loved them both like my own. And yet, I couldn’t allow myself to admit my feelings for Rick, despite how naturally our friendship had flourished months ago.
I tore my mind away from my thoughts and back to reality, where Rick was still kneeled before me, with an eyebrow cocked and a questioning look emanating from his gorgeous blue eyes.
“What’s got you so deep in thought?” he questioned, in almost a teasing manner.I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
I felt a mild blush start to creep across my cheeks as I just shook my head,
“Oh, nothing. Was just day-dreaming”, I fibbed. I wasn’t about to tell him it was about him, bu there it was... t I couldn’t help noticing that his gaze had also lingered momentarily. Just for a moment, but I was almost certain at what I’d seen.
He cleared his throat, before getting up and straightening out his pant legs,
“Well, your foot seems ok. Just try to keep it up and, maybe take it easy for the next few days. Lots of capable people here to go out for supplies.” He winked and I watched, almost hypnotized as his long, toned legs carried him back into the kitchen.
God, did I ever want to know what those thighs felt like beneath me.
My skin was still burning from where he touched my foot. I could almost still feel his fingers on me, gently caressing away any pain I’d had.
Once again, I shook my head, trying to get rid of those damn thoughts, and pulled myself off the couch and up the stairs to bed, calling out a quick “Good night” to Rick before disappearing over the landing..
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I awoke slowly, feeling the dryness of my throat.
As I came around, I realized the entirety of the house was silent and immediately knew it must have still been the middle of the night.
Ever since we got this house, Rick was adamant on allowing me the bedroom. I had tried to tell him I didn’t need it, but he was content enough just sleeping on the couch- and so sleep on the couch he did.
Sometimes though, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to share a bed with him, feeling his warm body next to me, our limbs tangled up with one another’s ... taking in his scent as we lay in bed together. Oh, his scent.
Sometimes, the thought of his warmth in the bed next to me would lead my mind to other things, like his weight above me, his blue eyes staring down at me intently. I tried to imagine how his face would look coated with lust. I tried to imagine his voice- I could only expect that it would be much lower and gravelly than normal. I sighed to myself as I felt my throat grow even dryer at the mental images my brain was producing, and flung the covers back to get a glass of water.
Slowly, I snuck down the hall, past Carl and Judith’s rooms, and down the steps. The hardwood floors were cool beneath my feet, and I enjoyed the sensation as I padded through the house to the kitchen.
As I passed through the living room, I couldn’t help but notice Rick was still awake- he had the side lamp on and was stretched out with a book in-hand. I spotted the title and immediately recognized it as one I’d brought back from my run earlier. A smile crept across my face as I continued on into the kitchen.
I took a few moments to drink my water, and take in the silence of the house. The silence. It’s something we didn’t get much of in the prior months, or even years, since the beginning of all of this. Sometimes, it was almost deafening. But most of the time, it was extremely welcome. I sighed contentedly, and headed back through the living room where Rick was still seated, but this time he was resting the book in his lap and his eyes were fixed on me.
Maybe it was the dim lighting from the lamp next to him, but his eyes seemed softer than usual.
I grinned, trying to ignore the slight awkwardness creeping up inside from not knowing what to do.
“So, I see you like the book?”
“Yeah”, he replied, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it, “It was one of my favourites.”
“Yeah, I remembered you telling me about it, a while ago and couldn’t help picking it up yesterday. I knew you’d enjoy it”.
His eyes were still trained on me, his gaze nearly burning a hole through me. I subconsciously toyed with the hem of my sleep shirt, feeling mildly awkward and not knowing what to do.
A thick silence filled the room.
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I’m glad you like it, get some rest and I’ll see you bright and early as usual.”
Just as I turned to go back up the stairs, Rick’s voice rung out, slicing into the silence in the room, calling my name.
I stopped and turned back around, only to see him on his feet and striding over to me. His bare feet not making a sound despite how quickly he was upon me.
Before I knew it, Rick was towering over me, his eyes boring into mine. His scent overwhelmed my senses, and the warmth radiating from his torso was making my head spin.
His eyes were darker than I’d seen them before, keeping me entirely in a trance with no idea what to do or what to say.
I lightly gasped as I felt his hand come to rest on my waist.
The tension between us was almost electric.
“Rick, I-” I stammered, but he cut me off, gently shushing me.
“I see the way you look at me”, he stated, “I see it all the time, and I’d be a fool not to notice-.”
I felt my cheeks get insanely hot, and prayed to all that was holy that it wasn’t visible in the darkness.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-”
Again, he cut me off,
“No. You have nothing to apologize for. I was going to say I’d also be a fool not to feel the same way”, he chuckled quietly, biting his lip, “I see what you do for me, Carl and Judith. Always going out of your way for us. Doing more than you need to”.
I looked at the floor for a moment, thinking about his words- and he was right. Always picking up something that I thought one of them would like, whether it be comics for Carl, some toys for Judith, for Rick- books, clothing, favourite snacks, etc.
I guess I’d never really acknowledged it but I had a deep-seated desire to take care of the man who so tirelessly took care of everyone else. Call it what you will, but I realized I loved this man and must have been inadvertently showing it this entire time.
My cheeks burned as the sudden reality washed over me.
I felt a calloused finger make the most gentle contact with my chin, and pull my face up to look him in the eyes again.
He didn’t blink. His gaze never faltered. The hand that was under my chin slowly but surely made it’s way to the base of my neck, where he firmly, yet ever so gently pulled me towards him.
I was like putty in his hands at this point, my entire body was on fire and I could barely process what was happening. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion.
Our faces were so close, I could just barely feel his lips ghosting over mine. His smell was so intoxicating. He hesitated for a moment,
:”Is this okay?”
I barely skipped a beat, nodding my head vigorously.
With that, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine. They were soft. So incredibly soft.
Rick was always such a rough and tumble guy, and despite having seen him with Judith and with Carl, I was almost shocked with how soft and gentle he was being with me.
Electricity surged through my veins. My head swam. The room spun.
Our lips moved against one another, slowly growing more passionate, sighs beginning to tumble from our lips between lingering kisses.
My hands snaked their way up his chest, pausing for a moment so I could savour the warmth radiating from under his shirt. His shoulders were broad and I could feel his muscles gliding under his skin as his hand worked through my hair.
I had touched Rick before- being friends for years, this was nothing new to me- but this situation felt incredibly different. I’d never touched him in this way, while allowing my desire to guide me.
The warmth of his body was causing the fantasies from earlier to return in full force, fueled by the sound of his breathing becoming heavier and the closeness of our bodies.
Slowly, he pulled away and met my gaze. A shaky breath escaped my lips.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Rick asked, his blue eyes absolutely burning into mine.
Slowly, I stepped forward until our bodies were pressed together, holding Rick’s gaze.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”, I state boldly, while simultaneously questioning where this sudden confidence was coming from.
My breath hitched as Rick’s strong hand squeezed my waist and pressed my body even tighter to his, and in the dim lighting I saw a smirk begin to work its way across his beautiful lips.
Before I knew what was happening, his strong hands made contact with the backs of my thighs and within one swift movement I was no longer on the ground, and instead, resting on his hips.
I could feel his strong fingers massaging my ass, while balancing me perfectly against him and giving my aching core a sense of relief as I felt his cock pressing against me. Suddenly, I was aware of just how wet I was for him, and could wait no longer.
My mind flooded with things I’d only been able to dream of before, but now, it was really going to happen. I could no longer wait to finally see his beautiful face contorted with pleasure, or hear his voice low and rough, thick with lust. I needed to feel his weight above me, and allow him to fill me completely.
The thought made my pussy twitch, and I gasped as I felt his cock return the favour beneath me.
“Rick” I gasped, my fingers tugging at his soft curls, “Take me”.
He growled.
“Shit, I thought you’d never ask”, and with that, he wasted no time heading for the stairs.
Moments later, he was crashing into the bedroom, our lips still colliding and my small frame still held tightly against his tall, muscular body, panting and gasping during our passionate exchange.
The entire time I could feel my pussy twitching as every step he took pressed his cock right into my needy core before tumbling onto the bed with me still in his arms.
Not wasting another moment, my fingers began frantically undoing the buttons on his shirt, hungrily grasping at the material and yearning to feel his skin on mine.
His hands were so large and warm as they slid beneath my shirt, gently grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh of my sides. I felt so small beneath his touch, and the feeling only turned me on more. I wanted to submit to him entirely.
I watched as he sat up for a moment and let his gaze trail down my body to admire the scene before him, his piercing blue eyes stopping for a moment as they caught sight of my nipples pressing through the delicate fabric of my shirt. His eyes were full of lust, and what also seemed like disbelief as he continued to take all of me in.
His hands worked my shirt up further, exposing my midriff and my hips. He pressed his fingers into the softness of my stomach, and slowly, agonizingly trailed them downwards to play with the hem of my panties.
They were plain. Cotton. A simple bow in front. And yet he looked on admiringly regardless.
He continued staring intently, and I began to squirm under his gaze, simultaneously turned on and feeling slightly self conscious.
His eyes flashed back up to mine and he must have noticed my inquisitive look, because continued dragging his hand downward until he traced my slit over the fabric, causing me to buck my hips and stifle a whimper.
Rick sucked in a breath as I felt him press his thumb gently against the pooling wetness in my panties.
His cock twitched in his pants, tearing my focus away from his face and I felt my eyes widen at the size of what I would be working with. His cock was so hard that I could see a clear outline of his shape straining against his thigh.
My needy cunt clenched and our eyes flickered to one another, knowing he felt it as he toyed with my slit some more. His touch was agonizingly slow and delicate, so much so that it almost irritated me.
Without warning, while holding my gaze, he pressed against the now clear wet spot and a slight sigh tumbled from his lips as he felt the slick seep through the fabric and coat his fingers.
My jaw fell slack and I thought I saw a trace of amusement flit across his features as I felt my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
“Baby” I breathed, “Please, touch me”.
Rick’s head tilted back and his adams apple dipped as he swallowed hard, trying to stifle a moan at my sudden words before allowing himself to fall forward over me and staring me directly in the face.
Once again, his eyes were boring into mine and I could do nothing but stare back.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” I murmured, “I’ve thought about your touch more times than I can count”.
His eyes only seemed to darken more as he took in my words.
“Oh yeah? That all you thought about darlin’?” he growled in my ear.
My tongue trailed over my bottom lip before I responded,
“No”.
Rick smirked and cocked an eyebrow, moving my panties to the side and ever so slowly feeling soft flesh of my lips.
“Tell me what else”.
I gulped. Suddenly, his eye contact intimidated me. I gathered my strength, and slowly mustered out the words I know he’d been waiting for,
“Your cock”, I sighed,
Immediately he knelt down the rest of the way and the tip of his tongue parted my lips, ghosting lightly over my most sensitive bundle of nerves, just as delicately as the words ghosted over my lips.
Immediately I bucked my hips again and my hands hungrily tangled themselves in his hair. One had continued to hold my panties to the side, and slid a large finger inside my desperate centre. He slowly worked his other hand up to massage my inner thigh.
“Good girl” he murmured against my cunt.
“You take such good care of us” he continued, barely above a whisper “Now let me take care of you”
I inhaled so sharply as his lips formed a seal around my clit and he graced me with a moan- the vibration and sound combined to send me into a frenzy, my vision going white for a moment.
I felt him chuckle against me, as he continued to pump his finger in and out of me, before sliding another one inside in one fluid motion.
My fingers pulled his hair and I no longer had control of my body as my hips bucked and squirmed, trying to grind into him. He gratified me and pressed his face into my soaking wet centre once again, his tongue expertly attending to me where I needed him most.
Just then, without warning, he pulled away to tower over me once again.
I whined at the sudden absence of his touch, and felt my pussy clench for the millionth time around nothing as he licked his lips and dragged the back of his hand across his mouth.
I felt my eyebrows furrow and had to resist the urge to pout at his sudden withdrawal, because as much as I was disappointed to lose his touch, I also knew what was coming next.
Just as I suspected, his hands went straight for his belt and expertly undid it in one expert movement.
I watched as he undid his button, zipper and then slowly slide his pants down.
His cock finally sprung out, and I felt myself salivating at the thought of taking him into my mouth, my eyes locked onto his length, staring hungrily.
I couldn’t tell what I wanted more- to feel his cock in my mouth, or to feel him stretch out my soaking cunt, and I think he could tell.
“Easy, girl” he bit his lip, slowly rubbing himself a couple of times through his boxers, looking at me with clear amusement on his face yet again.
“Rick”, my voice was much lower than I anticipated, “Take it off”.
He smirked again, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and taking his sweet time working his boxers down over his hips- doing so agonizingly slowly over his shaft, watching me closely to gauge my reaction.
“Rick“, his name came out as more of a squeak, “Please. I need you”.
He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he was going to adhere to my demands or not, clearly feeling cocky.
Finally, he decided to give me what I’d asked for and freed himself- my jaw fell open as I finally got to take in the beauty of this man in his purest form.
My mouth watered, and without waiting, I was up on my knees and crawling towards him.
I hesitated before taking his thick cock in my hand - the sheer size made my hand look so small. His cock twitched in my hand, as I admired each and every inch of him. His cock was even more beautiful than I’d imagined, and unable to wait a second longer, I took him into my mouth.
His head fell back and I heard his breath catch as the head of his cock made contact with my warm tongue. I began slow- swirling my tongue gently around his head, taking in the warmth and savouring the taste of him. While I worked the head with my tongue, I gently pumped his shaft with my other hand.
A string of curse words spilled from his lips between pants and poorly stifled grunts.
His cock twitched in my mouth as he fought the urge to thrust into my throat. I placed my other hand on his toned thigh to brace myself, allowing my thumb to massage small circles into his skin.
I formed a seal with my lips and let him fall from my mouth with a gentle ‘pop’, before working my way down, dragging my lips down the underside of his dick, and then flicking my tongue back up his length, following the most beautiful vein I’d seen, before placing the lightest kiss to his tip which was soaked in precum.
At that, his hand effortlessly found its way into my hair and collected a handful. I allowed my lips to part for him, and took in as much of him as I possibly could, letting my jaw fall open as far as it could, and trying to accommodate hm into my throat as best I could without gagging.
His grip in my hair tightened and he briefly thrusted into me as he lost control of himself for a moment, causing me to gag, and his cock to twitch a few times at the sensation of my throat contracting around him.
My tongue flicked up and down, while I also bobbed on his dick, wanting to give him the best sensation I could.
Just then, Rick pulled my hair and removed me from his dick. Forcefully.
I looked up at him, and my attention turned to my own pussy and how much I had drenched my underwear and my thighs. I loved looking at him from this angle, it felt so god damn erotic.
“Stop. I’m supposed to be taking care of you” he hissed.
“Sorry”, I shrugged, “I couldn’t help myself”
Rick chucked darkly and tilted his head,
“I had no idea you were such a giver.”
I had no response, I just smiled back proudly, knowing just from his response that I’d already exceeded his expectations.
After another moment, I turned my attention from his eyes back to his cock, and realized it was truly the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t get enough. He was the perfect combination of hard and strong, but also so smooth in my mouth.
“I love tasting you”. I didn’t even think before responding, and my eyes widened at the words that just fell from my mouth.
“Fuck” he growled, “Bend over”
He grabbed me firmly and flipped me over in one fluid movement, pressing his hand down on my back to signal me to bend, with which I complied.
I spread my legs and buried my face into the pillow just in time, as he immediately also buried his cock in my pussy. The stretch was incredible, and I cried out as my pussy suddenly had to adapt to his size.
The strength of his cock was even better in my pussy, and feeling how hard he was absolutely drove me insane. The pillow muffled what would have been an uncontrolled moan, and I felt his strong hand slap my ass before kneading into me again.
His dick twitched and throbbed inside me, while his hands gripped my hips. His thrusts were sloppy, and his other hand worked it’s way around to my front and found that little nub between my legs.
Feeling his weight behind me, the pads of his fingers expertly working me, his thrusts sloppy and hard, and the soft, restrained moans and grunts tumbling from his lips and into my ears was nearly too much to take.
I felt my cunt contracting around him, and I know he felt it too as he pulled out and roughly slammed back into me, the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room, along with our ragged breathing and the occasionally profane exclamations.
“Fuck baby” he grunted, as his pace quickened, “You feel so good”.
His fingers continued to rub circles into my clit, adjusting to my responses and reactions. He began to put more pressure and the circles matched tempo with his thrusts.
I felt my stomach begin to tighten, and that familiar jolt of pleasure signalling the arrival of my climax. I shoved my face back into the pillow and cried out as my cunt began to twitch.
:”Cum for me babe”. he groaned
“Please” I cried between gasps, “Please cum in me.”.
I tried to hold back on my climax, until I felt his cock begin twitching as well and he could no longer control his moans and grunts.
I finally allowed myself my own release, and Ricks hands grabbed my ass as hard as he could while we both rode out our high’s together.
Eventually, his thrusts slowed, and we both collapsed onto the bed- him on top of me, and his cock still twitching lazily inside of me.
He placed a kiss to my cheek and sighed contentedly before rolling off me and pulling my small body into his, holding me protectively and stroking my hair, before we eventually drifted off together.
I was absolutely looking forward to this new dynamic, and couldn’t wait to continue taking care of each other.
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