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targaryen-dynasty · 1 month

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SHADOWS PLAY ON IDLE HANDS.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x (ex-)wife!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; oral (fem receiving), p in v, missionary position, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, tiddy sucking, making up sex, angst (?)

WORDS: 4.3 K

NOTES: Based on this request. Thank you so much, @multyfangirl! 🥰 This is not beta read!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Was it silly of you to think that they’d assign a cabin to all the female supervisors to share back when you signed up to supervise your daughter’s summer camp? Most definitely, because otherwise you wouldn’t be sharing it with your ex-husband right now.

Technically, he’s your soon-to-be ex-husband, considering the divorce hasn’t yet been finalized, but still, he’s the last person you want to share a cabin with.

It’s night four, and you two haven’t done much talking up until now. With it being a summer camp for children in the kindergarten age, your days are quite busy which allows you to stay away from him as much as possible.

Unless it’s time for you to go to sleep.

Walking through the cabin, you go to fetch your pajamas, ready to retire for the night. Aemond lies in his bed, a book in his hand. So far, he’s pretending to not hear you to not acknowledge you, and you’re kind of grateful for it, because it means you don’t have to watch your every move around him.

Although you’ve been together and married for quite a few years, it does feel like you’re living around a stranger ever since you both came to the conclusion to separate five months ago, him moving out of the house quite early probably playing a big part in it.

The divorce certainly would settle sooner, if it wasn’t for your daughter, and you both don’t want to make it more traumatizing for her like it already is.

His voice is somewhat soft when it cuts through the silence, speaking your name and making you flinch and stop on your way to a little nook to get changed in private.

You can’t deny the warmth that spreads through your body at the sound of it. “Mh?” you raise your brow, looking at him from over your shoulder.

Despite his lingering eye secretly watching you, he turns his gaze back to the book in his hand. “I need to ask you a question,” he says almost nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice quieter so as to not disturb the silence that surrounds you.

The mixed signals make you frown, and you shrug your shoulders before disappearing in the little nook. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you state rather matter-of-factly than asking. There comes no reply from him, obviously waiting until you're back in view.

As you emerge from the cranny, you’re dressed in one of his older band shirts that reach your mid-thighs, covering the short, pink shorts you wear. You still sleep in his clothes, despite you separating quite a few months ago, a habit you had picked up pretty early into your relationship. The memories you connect with his old t-shirts always manage to lift up your spirits, remembering the good old days.

It’s obvious he tries to keep himself occupied with the book, the slight struggle always drawing his eye back towards you. There’s some nostalgia seeing you dressed in his old stuff as well as the shorts only you can get away with wearing.

Heat spreads on your cheeks as you walk towards your bed, slipping under the covers so his eye would finally stop devouring you. You’re not one to start arguments, especially with the summer camp having barely started, but you know there are some unresolved issues between you two that he’s dying to talk about. “Your question, Aemond?”

And then he finally closes his book, placing it on the nightstand table next to his bed to focus all of his attention on you. A shiver runs down your spine at that, and you subconsciously straighten your back.

“Do you miss me?”

The question surprises you as you don’t expect your ex-husband to ask you such an open question. You’re used to him being a bit more closed off and dismissive when it comes to your relationship, but on the other hand he was never one to beat about the bush.

You’re left speechless for a moment, until you find the courage to answer in all honesty. “Yes, I do.” There’s no denying it. Not when you’re still wearing his clothes to bed.

What you don’t expect is the simple “hm” that rumbles in his throat, clearly pleased at your hesitance, before he moves to turn away from you.

Pressing your lips into a thin line at his reaction, you rub your hands against each other. Taking in a deep breath, you sit up straighter. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right? If anything, our marriage failed because of us, not because of one person alone.”

With the light of the moon shining through the windows of your cabin, highlighting the outline of Aemond, you can spot his body tense slightly at your words, but he does not turn around to face you again.

He doesn’t speak as he takes in a breath, lying there motionless. The silence seems to stretch on for some time until it’s broken by him. “So, you don’t blame me?”

The urge to scoff at his words is hard to resist, but you manage, wanting to keep the air surrounding you as vulnerable and soft as it is right now. You shake your head, despite him not seeing it at all. “Of course not, Aemond,” you say. “Your father’s death hit us both quite hard, and with the winter fever depression on both sides we just couldn’t support each other through that period of time, I think. Maybe if we would have figured something needed to change, we wouldn’t have called it quits.”

Aemond is quickly reminded of how comfortable he’s always felt around you when you were younger and still together. He has expected that you would simply grow to despise one another completely, and not that you would take the matter into an empathic approach.

“I should have been more attentive to you,” he says as he remains facing away from you.

You’re pleasantly surprised about his answer, despite how short it is. The conversation you two are having heads down a more personal route, and it’s something you’re rather enjoying. You’re impressed by the new sense of maturity that he seems to have acquired ever since you parted ways.

“Bullshit. We should have been more attentive to each other,” you retort, your tone as empathetic as you can make it without seeming over-soft.

“That’s true,” he says. He finally turns around, his eye finding yours. “We weren’t good for each other, were we?”

“And that’s not true,” you counter. “We had our flaws, yes, but if we hadn't been good for each other, our little girl wouldn’t have turned out the way she did. She’s amazing, and that’s to our credit.”

It’s a wonder to the both of you how your daughter turned out so well in spite of all the chaos that goes on between you and your divorce, and truly shows that you two must have done something right in your relationship.

You sigh, thinking back to fond memories that make you chuckle. “Oh God, I was so cross with you during the birth. The audacity of you holding my hand and asking if I'm okay while I screamed and moaned for my life.”

The story makes him laugh. “Fuck, that was an experience. I’ll never forget you screaming ‘Do you THINK I’m okay?’ as you really squeezed the life out of me. I don’t know who was in more pain at that moment.”

Only with his narrative of the moment do you notice how amusing the memory truly is, painting the perfect picture of a couple in love in the midst of chaos.

“You scared the wits out of me,” he adds, chuckling.

Bending your legs at the knees, you make yourself more comfortable, not yet ready to fall asleep. Aemond watches you as you lick your lips. "To be fair, I really thought I’d go through it all alone, because you looked like you were going to faint when they gave me the epidural.”

You recall the sheer terror that was written all over his face as he watched you give birth to your daughter. Something you hadn’t seen before.

“To this day, I don’t think that I have ever known so many feelings at once as I did when I saw you give birth,” he says, letting his gaze wander off to the side for a moment. “But I’ve pulled myself together, because you know I would have never lived that moment down. You would have made a whole show of it.”

“Oh, most definitely. It would have been my go-to story for so many family gatherings, because no one would believe me you’d faint. Aegon? Maybe, but you? Never,” you scoff.

Aemond lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I was a real wuss during that moment. Perhaps you should have taken out your phone after the birth to record my reaction.”

You raise your brow, shooting him a glare. “That would have been an idea, because then we’d at least have some first photos of her during the check-up that don’t have me in the background naked, sweating and delivering the placenta.”

He smirks at the glare, not minding as it’s actually quite amusing to see you angry at him again for something not too serious. “That would have been a memory to remember. You, all sweaty after giving birth, and then there’s me, unconscious from seeing you give birth.”

The image makes you chuckle. “To be fair, we were quite young when that happened.”

“Too young, but we’ve worked out well enough in dealing with it, haven't we?”

You find yourself nodding in response to his words of confirmation. “Yes, in spite of all the hardships that surrounded us, we have managed quite well with her. We’ve been the best parents that we both have been able to be… together or not.” There’s a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “How’s Vhagar faring with it? Meraxes does miss her sometimes.”

Aemond smiles fondly as he hears your words, more so that you inquire of his precious girl. “She misses him dearly,” he says, but he can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to your words than just the wellbeing of your dogs. He smiles softly, and turns his head to look at you. “Just like I miss you.”

Your body feels as if it’s on fire with his confession, and you can’t keep your gazes locked. It’s all too much and not enough at once. And when Aemond lifts his blanket, gesturing for you to crawl over to him, you know he feels the same.

“This bed is big enough for two,” he whispers.

You’ve been rather stunned at the invitation, yet, you accept it without hesitation. Climbing out of your bed and into his feels all too natural for you, and his body next to yours is a feeling you’ve come to know quite well in your past but has been missing for some time. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but there’s no discomfort or tension between you.

Keeping a fair distance from him isn’t something you master, failing the moment his scent fills your nostrils and urges you to bury your head in the crook of his neck. Snuggling up against him, you’re sure to never leave the bed the moment his arms wrap around you.

He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent he’s clearly missed just as much as you missed his. The way you feel with your head resting against his jaw makes it hard for him to suppress the urge to pull you even closer to him for fear of pushing you away.

It’s just both of your breathing filling the otherwise silent room, broken as he speaks. “I missed this.”

It certainly was dangerous to get so close to him, apparent in your half-lidded eyes as you pulled back to look at him. Your gaze flickers between his and his lips, your faces but mere inches apart. “I missed this, too.”

Encouraged by your words, Aemond brings his hand to your cheek, allowing his thumb to brush over your cheekbone, his own breathing becoming heavy as he watches you.

The way you look back at him nearly causes him to lose the last bit of control he clings to as he desires you with a fire he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When his other hand comes to the back of your head and he leans in, you lick your lips which is more than enough to send him over the edge.

His hand begins to slide down your back as his thumb traces your bottom lip, heat following in its wake. And then he dips his head forward enough to capture your lips, melting against each other.

Coaxed by his hand slipping beneath the oversized t-shirt you wear, you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him closer to you, not daring to break the kiss. His hands are impatient to tug on the flimsy shorts you wear, and you shimmy your way out of them as he pulls them down your legs.

Your heavy breath fans over his kiss-swollen lips as you pull back from him to speak. Aemond doesn’t wait to hear your words, diving in to press his lips to your jaw and neck. “We… We should not… the divorce…” you trail off, panting heavily and suddenly well aware of how tightly you’re pressed against him.

Bringing his hands to your belly, the hem of your shirt is riled up and pooling around your waist. “It doesn’t matter,” he rasps against your skin. “Just this one night…”

You nod, letting out a soft moan as he cups your breast. “One little night of bliss…” you mewl.

It’s clear that the proximity to him gets you just as hot as he is, no longer trying to resist and giving into the feeling you’ve been fighting back for so long. There’s no resistance left in you, clearly forgetting all the bad things that have happened before. You don’t know what will happen between you two tomorrow morning or the day after that, but you can’t bring yourself to care about it at this moment.

With your hands still fisting his shirt, you pull his body between your legs, the weight of his tall frame heavy on top of you now. He ruts against you as your lips meet again, moving roughly against yours as his hard cock strains against the boxer briefs he wears. You instinctively grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction against your needy pussy.

The kiss is hardly broken as you pull the shirt over his head, exposing his alabaster skin and well toned torso, only for you to not admire it as he starts to nibble on your bottom lip.

You trace your fingers across his torso, trailing lower until they hook beneath the waistband of his briefs. “I need you,” you whine, tugging at the elastic to encourage him to slip out of it. But Aemond merely tsks at that.

“Easy there,” he drawls, mimicking your gesture with his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. He shifts to the side and pulls them down your legs, prompting you to shimmy your way out of them to help him.

The blankets have long found their way down the bed, laying in a pile right next to it, and therefore you gasp when the cold air hits your soaked core.

Aemond gets back between your legs again, scooting back and crouching down to kiss his way up your inner thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The moan you release brings heat to your cheeks, more so when his tongue makes contact with your cunt and coaxes another one to slip past your lips.

“You’re drenched,” he remarks smugly, dark blown eye gazing up at you from between your legs.

Rolling your eyes at that, you entangle a hand into his hair and push his face down between your legs. “Don’t be such a tease now.”

Clearly not minding this bossy side at all, Aemond gets straight to the point. His lips wrap around your little bundle of nerves, and one suck of him already has you arching your back and rolling your hips like a bitch in heat. He alternates between gentle sucking and tracing it with his tongue, driving you insane

Less than half a year apart and you’ve already forgotten just how good he is at putting his mouth to work.

Two of his fingers slowly ease inside of you, expertly brushing your sweet spot in a come hither motion that has you tightly locking your legs around his head, not caring if it would crush or suffocate him. With one hand still in his hair, you tug on it not-so-gently which has Aemond groaning against your folds.

The knot in your belly tightens all too quickly with the pace he sets up, lapping and sucking at your clit in tandem with his fingers scissoring in and out of you. But it doesn’t seem like that’s what Aemond wants. Being able to read all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he stops his ministrations without missing a beat.

You’re baffled, the pleasure disappearing at once. When you look down at him, you spot his chin, lips and cheeks coated in your arousal, glistening in the dim light the moon casts through the windows. “W-What?” you whimper with a pout, trying to force his head back down again. But Aemond is stronger, making it clear he’s just played with you before.

Watching him lick the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips, you can’t help but moan, liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your longing for him even more apparent.

“You don’t think I’m going to savor your first orgasm with my tongue, do you?” he asks matter-of-factly, peeling your legs off of him and sitting back on his haunches.

The breath hitches in your throat not only at his words, but also at the tip of his cock peeking from beneath the waistband of his briefs. He’s rock hard and aching, wanting to be buried inside of you.

“Five months I had to live without this sweet pussy of yours, and I won’t spend any longer not being buried inside of it.”

Staring at his throbbing cock, you bite your bottom lip and nod almost in a sheepish manner. You pulling the shirt over your head and spreading your legs is all it takes for Aemond to rid himself of his briefs, one hand curling around his shaft as the other grabs you by your hip, pulling you towards him.

He drags the bulbous tip of his cock through your drenched folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, your arousal making it easy for his thick cock to breach your tightness with little resistance.

The feeling of your pussy desperately sucking him inside until he’s buried to the hilt is a feeling of indescribable bliss that has you releasing a shaky breath in unison. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage, holding onto him as he towers over you, tall frame completely shielding your significantly smaller one.

“Gods, I… forgot how big you are,” you breathe, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes.

He brings a hand to your waist, and places the other next to your head, keeping himself supported as he begins to grind his hips against yours. “Hm, fuck, we’ll get you used to it again tonight, princess,” he rasps, heavy panting audible in between the words. The pet name makes you clench around him. Oh, how your body has longed for him.

You unravel beneath Aemond, arching your back and tipping your head back into the cheap pillows, the sight not making it easier for him to stay composed enough to not come on spot.

And that’s when he moves to press his chest flush against yours, holding your cheek with one hand, whilst the other grabs the side of the headboard. His lips find the side of your face, kissing along your jaw, earlobe and down the side of your neck. You have your head tilted to the side, granting him even more access as the weight of his body stops you from squirming beneath him and rolling your hips.

“Fuck, missed you so, so much,” he murmurs against your skin, drunk on your pussy. “All mine… won’t let you leave again.”

You cross your arms behind his neck, one hand entangling into his silken, silver strands. Every time you try to arch against him, your hard nipples press against his chest.

“Don’t want to,” you reply.

Whimpering and whining beneath him, Aemond’s heavy grunts and groans fan over your flushed skin, spurring you on even more. There’s no rush to his movements, the both of you clearly savoring the moment of peace and making up for all the time you’ve lost, and yet it’s enough to build the pressure within your belly again.

The sparse, coarse hairs splayed around the base of his cock and over his pubic bone drag over your sensitive clit with the ruts of his hips, sending a shiver up your spine each time. His thrusts are gentle but determined, reaching deep and expertly brushing your sweet spot, and he fucks sweet, little mewls and moans out of your throat, filling the cabin.

His thumb presses into your cheek to turn your face towards him, and you’re eagerly welcomed by his lips, capturing yours in a fervent and heated kiss. His lips move sensually against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and alternating with his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

As he withdraws his lips from yours, a dark blown eye watching your blissed out expression, you try to chase them for yet another kiss, but he keeps your head in place. His lips are puckered slightly, and the thought of what’s to come makes your insides churn in a good way, becoming limp in your reverie.

“Show me your tongue,” he commands, and you do as he says.

Parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes. As the warm puddle of his saliva hits it, you’re all too eager to swallow it down, moaning softly as the taste of him spreads on your tongue.

“You’re gonna come for me now?” he drawls, pressing his chest against yours and dipping his head forwards to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin.

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once and the deep desire to please him, and you’re once again surprised by how well Aemond knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants.

You convulse all over him with a whine, your hips grinding against his as the white, hot pleasure courses through your veins. But his thrusts don’t stutter, keeping the sensual intensity to the point you’re losing your mind.

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Fuck, missed the pretty face you make when you’re coming all over my cock, hm.” You’re not sure whether it’s his pubic bone still dragging over your clit, his cock still sliding in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words.

It takes him a couple more thrusts that slowly bring you to the point of overstimulation, until his own orgasm washes over him. His cock is twitching and throbbing as your walls squeeze him for every drop of his seed, spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls.

Aemond fucks you both through the aftershocks, a white ring of your mixed juices forming around the base of his thick shaft. But as his jaw slackens and he moves to pull out of you, you’re quick to lock your legs around his hips and flip him onto his back, giving neither of you time to get to grips with the events that transpire between you.

The quizzical look he flashes you as you sit astride him encourages you to roll your hips against his, riding him through the overstimulation. “Maybe… maybe it would be a good idea to see someone about this,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and planting them at your waist. “A couple therapist perhaps, so we can talk through some of the issues that have come up between us, to resolve the root of all our issues…”

He sits up straight, snaking one arm around your waist to keep your body against his as his mouth finds your hard nipple, suckling and nibbling on it. The other hand fondles and gropes at your breast, squeezing it rather roughly. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea,” he groans against your skin, licking a flat stripe along the curve of your breast. “We…” his voice catches in this throat with you starting to ride him more fervently. “We should do that, yes.”

Neither of you is certain if the other’s words are genuine or just spoken in the heat of the moment, but it feels as though you’re seeing eye to eye in this moment. Something your relationship has been missing for a very long time. For the remainder of the night, you both seek to get what you still crave from each other, sharing countless orgasms and an unusually passionate embrace.

However, as the night comes to an end with the light of the next day breaking through the windows of the cabin, and you wake up in Aemond’s arms, you figure that there was truth to your words and that you both strive to save and improve your marriage again.

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Oh god - I’m still stuck on this.

18+ MDNI / explicit sex, dark and twisted themes

I've been thinking a lot about Simon Riley who doesn't want the divorce.

Simon who never wanted to be separated, who hates living apart. Simon, who would drag you to a tattoo artist to get your ring permanently inked to your skin so you could never be rid of him, if he could. He’s been actively avoiding the stack of papers that are waiting for his signature, staying on longer Ops, picking up extra work.

Can’t be divorced if there’s no signature.

Simon, who unbeknownst to you, still comes home. Still pushes open the back door in the dead of night, keeping his steps silent so he doesn't wake you. Simon, who stands in the doorway of your bedroom, his old bedroom, and watches you sleep on his side of the bed in those little, ratty shorts with your ass perked up in the air like you're waiting for him. Like you’re ripe, and ready.

Simon, who checks your birth control every night. Who’s pleased when he realizes this month’s pack hasn’t even been opened, every color coded pill still in place, foil glinting at him in the low light of the vanity.

Good girl, he thinks to himself, shutting your medicine cabinet with a silent click. Getting yourself all ready for him.

Simon, who agrees to meet you for dinner.

"Let's just sign and get it over with. We can catch up, too. Talk about what we want to do with the house."

"Alright, love. Whatever you want."

You're a bundle of nerves when he shows up, seated at a little table in the back, glass of wine already half gone.

Normally, he'd try to soothe you. You've always been naturally anxious, a little dependent, and in a social setting, a little high strung. He's well versed in navigating your emotions, calming you into a relaxed state with a few words or a reassuring touch.

But this time, he doesn't bother. He sits there with his arms crossed, watching you nervously chatter away, one hand flat on a manilla envelope. He stays quiet, letting you go on, watching your hands seek something to do, fingers finding your wine glass over and over.

You drink two glasses of wine before the entrees are served, dangerously close to your usual self imposed "three drink" limit.

One thing bleeds into another. You start to lean a little, in your chair. He nurses a bourbon, you order a shot after the meal.

"Want one?" Your tongue follows the seam of the lime wedge, dabbing along the spongy, white fibers before your teeth sink into the flesh of it, lime juice squirting across your tongue.

“You know I don’t like tequila, but you go on.”

You’re a bit sloppy by the time he gets you home, but still sweet like honey, like you used to be years ago. Before everything changed. Before you asked him to move out.

You’re giggly, excited when he bends you over the kitchen table, the kitchen table where you used to eat together, breakfast for dinner when he’d come home, waffles and bacon at one in the morning.

You don’t protest when he slides your skirt down your hips and over your ass, thumbs spreading you wide to reveal your glistening cunt, twitching and desperate.

“My poor girl, has it been so long?” He cooed, relishing in the way you moaned with your lips on the wood. He knows it has, knows you haven’t been with anyone since the last time he fucked you, months and months ago, on the night you asked for the divorce. “Don’t worry, I’m gon’ take care of you and this neglected little pussy.”

“You have to pull out.” You slurred, breath hot, fogging against the finish of the table. “Promise.” He grunts something under his breath, nonsense, but you can’t tell the difference, and when he slides inside your scorching cunt, you howl, breath hitching with the stretch.

Bleedin’ Christ. You’re so tight, so wet, soaked enough that it sticks to the curls around the base of his cock. How could he ever give this up?

“That’s it.” He kisses your shoulder, pressing his chest to your back with his weight, pinning you in place, his hands clamping down around your wrists like shackles. “Squeeze me tight, good girl. Show me-“ Show me how you’re going to hold my come in your tight little pussy once I fill you- comes to mind, but he bites his tongue instead, not willing to tip you off too soon.

To have and to hold.

“Simooon.” You sing, hips start to push back with him, fucking yourself onto his cock, chasing him, chasing your pleasure, mouth half open with the little pants and whines that are music to his ears. He keeps you pinned, flat against the table, fingers between your legs, stroking your clit, shoving you closer to your orgasm, delightfully pleased by the way your pussy pulses around him.

“Come on.” He urges, big hand between you and the table, pressing against your lower belly, still tapping away at your clit, indulging in the trembling of your legs.

“Fuck- fuck, Si.” You cry, clenching down around him with your orgasm, voice breaking.

“There it is… what a good girl.” He hisses, keeping his pace, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s notching himself nearly inside your womb. It’s overwhelming for you, he knows, but he doesn’t stop swirling his fingers around your clit, zapping electric pulses through body.

“Nngh Si. Too- ooh it’s- it’s too much.” You wail, a tear on your cheek, and he nods, nosing above your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” It’s whispered with a groan, hands stroking your hip, keeping your steady, in place. “Just need a little more, just- just a little, I’m gonna-“

“What-” You ask, more with it now that you recognize the edge he’s riding, the roughness in his voice clueing you in to where he is, but he sends you back into orbit, pressing your clit and working you in circles. “Oh, oh.” Your hips rock, and he moves with the momentum, fucking into you faster, grunting the truth as he speeds towards the cliff, desperate to drive the car over the edge, eager to change the course of his life, your life, his marriage.

“Take it.” He spits, wide palm spread across your shoulder. Everything in him tightens, fire spreading through his veins, pressure rising in his body like a fucking tea kettle, about to scream out a whistle. He’s going to breed you, fuck you deep with his come and put a baby inside you, give you what you wanted years ago, the thing that made you cry alone in the middle of the night whenever he refused.

Well, he’s going to give it to you now.

“Fuck- here it comes.” You rock again, half lost to the world, eyes glazed over in pleasure, spasming around his cock with your second orgasm. He slams into you, burying deep and you keen, fingers gripping the edge of the table, his hips flush with yours like a lock.

And he’ll throw away the key.

His phone dings with a text, two days later.

“Still mad at you… Can we please meet up about these signatures?”

This became a full fic here.

#tw dark and twisty #tw forced pregnancy #🥞 anon #if you’re out there somewhere #this is for us #simon riley #simon riley x reader #I could write a whole fic #but I prob won’t #could prob be a sassy au honestly #peaches writes

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nysrage · 9 months

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Options, Aran Ojiro.

you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.

cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).

it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.

you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.

‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’

“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”

soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”

you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.

‘you look so good’

‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’

‘pretty ass’

‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’

you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.

your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”

you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.

an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..

“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”

“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.

“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”

“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”

“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.

“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”

“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”

“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.

your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”

“ain’t no reason to trip”

your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”

oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.

“nah, you ain’t mad..”

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honeybubblebeeeeee · 5 months

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Only thinking about jealous!gojo and how territorial he is over you even if he has claimed multiple times he doesn’t want a relationship or anything serious.

Gojo came up behind you as you were leaving the Tech campus, you didn’t even hear him coming as he whispered in your ear. “So, you busy later?” You squealed and pushed him away from you. “Gojo you ass. Don’t scare me like that!” He laughed and continued to follow you.

“But are you free?” Watching you all day in your cute little athletic attire was doing something to him and now he wanted to do something to you.

“Oh I’m going out for drinks later but we can tomorrow or something.” You smile at him and kept walking past the gate. He slowed a bit before shaking his head and keeping up with you. “A party for someone this evening? Is it someone’s birthday and no one told me? You know I don’t remember that stuff.” You rolled your eyes at him. “No Gojo not a birthday. Just going out with a friend. I haven’t seen him in a while so.” You checked your phone, smiling at something and then looked back up to him. “Anyway gotta go. Text me tomorrow.”

Satoru stopped dead in his tracks. Why did you already have plans? While it wasn’t an outright plan he always came over Friday evening. You guys would cook or bake, have sex obviously but he usually stayed the whole weekend. While it was a weekend of a lot of amazing sex, you two did partake in other non sexual activities at your house or his. This was an occurrence for months now, it was routine at this point for him and while he would never say it out loud he looked forward to the time you spent together.

So why were you bailing and why was he upset?

Later in the evening he texted you, why he didn’t know.

The other thing he couldn’t figure out is why it upset him even more when you didn’t respond immediately and then not a single response all weekend. You had even told him to text you.

The weekend went by terribly slow and painful. Gojo didn’t know what to do with himself all weekend. He even went as far as to go out of his way searching for curses because he needed to let out these feelings on something. He definitely was more aggressive than he usually was.

Monday came around and he showed up early to the school which was a telltale sign something was wrong with him because he was notoriously late everywhere he went. However, you were always early. He saw you coming through the building and pretended to sit and lounge on a couch as if he hadn’t been waiting for you. His sunglasses covering the wandering of his eyes as you walked into the building.

“Gojo! You’re here early. You feeling okay?” You joked at him and you walked past. He nodded unbothered. You eyed him for a moment but kept walking to put your stuff away. He was going to question you. Gojo had every intention of wringing you for every second of your day after he saw you last.

His plan unfortunately fell apart when Nanami entered. Nanami nodded to Gojo and Gojo nodded back. To Gojo's dismay he approached you. “Y/N. Good morning.” You smiled sweetly at Nanami. “Kento! Good morning. Did you try that bakery this weekend?”

Gojo’s blood boiled as you two talked. He didn’t even know you two were friendly. Using his first name when you only ever called him by his last name. Why did it matter to him anyway?

Nanami departed, not before patting you on the head and shooting a smile at you. Gojo got a nod.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. It felt like someone was suffocating him, his skin could set ablaze if someone brought a match too close. You bent over reaching into your bag. Gojo took this as a perfect time to come up behind you. “So you busy later?” He gave your ass a light smack and you gasped standing upright quickly. “Gojo! Why are you always such a perv!” You pushed on his shoulder and rolled your eyes.

Where was the cute flirty smile you gave Nanami? He wanted one aimed at him and you know what? He wanted them only aimed at him.

“Where’s that cute smile you gave Nanami hm? Why do you only roll your eyes at me? And you only ever call me by my last name.” Gojo loomed over you with an expression you might call jealousy.

You pursed your lips, looking up at him through your eyelashes. The look made Gojo's knees weak. He could take you right where you stood and he wanted to but he also felt.... he wasn't sure, like he wanted to attach you to his hip and take you everywhere so you could keep making faces at him.

"Is there something you want to say Gojo?" You tried to your best to hide the smirk that formed.

It was Gojo's turn to roll his eyes, he grabbed your hips pulling you in. "Stop calling me that. You call Nanami by his name but not me? Not anymore princess, it's Satoru to you, or whatever cute name you wanna call me but it's only gonna be for me now, got it?" He looked over his sunglasses at you. You felt your skin heat, the way he looked at you.

You hummed in thought but his grip and the way his eyes followed you didn't stop. "Are you jealous, Toru?"

His name on your tongue was music to his ears. There was no way you were ever saying another man's name ever. He didn't want to hear it. He hummed at you. "And what if I am hm?"

You bit your lip and fluttered your eyelashes at him. You had feelings for Satoru, you always had but he had never wanted to return them. However, you always wondered why he never saw anyone else. "I'd find that very interesting."

He stood to his full height for a moment. A playful smirk on his lips as he faked a stretch looking around and then back to you. Satoru tilted your chin up to him. "Well, let me keep it interesting for you. Only my name on your tongue, those cute little smiles are for me only, your time and your attention belongs to me. Sound good princess?" His eyes were ablaze.

"Only if you give me the same thing Satoru." You challeneged.

He laughed, "Oh baby, it's always been yours."

(also send requests! i appreciate them they help smmmm with writers block <3)

#gojo saturo x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk men #jjk x reader #jjk imagines

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corruptcobra · 1 year

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Can we have a yandere neighbor who isn't friendly to anyone in the neighborhood.. but when reader moves in that neighborhood he started to find the reader interesting..

(Also im OBSESSED with your writings)

-Anon

yandere neighbour headcanons

author’s note: anon this is an amazing idea and you are too cute <3

so let’s consider house number 206: the home of a yandere neighbour who has a reputation of being a hard-ass

they don’t interact with any residents on the street

they barely acknowledge anyone, and if they do, it’s with nothing more than a judging glance and a scowl

nobody dares knock on their door, in fear of the scornful gaze that would meet them on the other side

god forbid a package arrives for them when they’re not in - everyone refuses to take it for them

if any other residents passed them on the street, you could cut the tension with a knife

and when you move in, the residents immediately warn you about house 206, home of the nightmare neighbour

but, when they approach you a few days after you move in, they’re a completely different person

they introduce themselves with a friendly gaze, a welcoming smile, and a helping hand

nothing like the horrid picture the others’ painted

but unbeknownst to you, they’ve been eyeing you up since you stepped foot in the neighbourhood…

you caught their attention the moment you first parked up into your driveway

they usually hate new faces in the neighbourhood (and any face for that matter), but not yours

it helps that they find you very attractive

they couldn’t take their eyes off you, studying you from their living room window as you unpacked your things

they’d lose track of time, losing hours of their day just to watching you

before they knew it, you ensnared their every thought

what were you doing? where do you work? what does the inside of your house look like? are you single?

it was a sign. they had to meet you.

and they would’ve done it earlier if it weren’t for the other goddamn neighbours getting there first…

they freshened up, put on their best smile, and walked over, welcoming you to your new home

you seemed cautious at first, they weren’t sure why…

they loved listening to you talk, they could listen to your voice forever

during your conversation, they saw another neighbour about to walk up to you both

they were downright offended! how dare someone try and interrupt their precious time with you! haven’t the other neighbours had enough already?

when you weren’t looking, they flashed a glare at them, and enjoyed seeing their eyes widen before they sheepishly walked away

then you mentioned how the other neighbours warned you about them.

they saw red.

it was clear to them now - the other neighbours were trying to keep you away from them, tear you two apart before they even had a chance to say hello!

like hell they were gonna let that happen

they knew they had to work extra hard to keep you close and the rest of neighbourhood away

they won’t let you be influenced by those liars again

you two belong together, and they won’t let anyone stop them from being with you

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere neighbour #yandere neighbor #yandere headcanon #yandere scenario #yandere hcs #yandere drabble #yandere au #yandere oc #yandere x you

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megantheebaddest · 3 months

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Now that ur back are u going to write for Jack? In need of Jack Harlow smuts pretty please 💔😩

a/n: Omg i’m sorry this took soooooo long. I took a break from this app but i’m back! Enjoy this smut😁 p.s sorry if i’m a little rusty i haven’t written in so long.

You Started This

summary: Reader wakes up horny as ever and gets caught 🤭

warnings: f masturbation (m watching), m fingering f, spit, praise, language. Minors DNI

You suddenly jolted awake from your little nap on the couch. You were shaking and sweating. You rubbed your eyes and looked around the lightly dim living room. You read the clock “jesus..” you mumbled to yourself, not expecting to have slept that long. Still dazed your eyes searched around the open concept layout of yours and Jacks house. He was no where in sight. You felt tingling between your legs, you realized you sprung awake because you were horny as fuck. You needed some sort of release immediately. You threw your right leg up over the back of the couch and bent your other leg up so you were spread completely open. Your hand traveled down under your leggings, rubbing over your already damp panties.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you sped up the circular motion on your clothed clit. You were going in circles and then switching to an infinity sign motion. Your leg was already shaking and you didn’t even go under your panties yet. You used your free hand to slide up under your bra to toy with your nipples. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips.

The second your hand wandered under your leggings Jack came around the corner. He was just about to speak up and ask if you were okay when he watched you throw your leg up over the couch. His eye brows shot up as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. He leaned up against the door frame to watch your next moves, and my god was he enjoying what he was seeing. It drove him wild hearing your soft little whimpers escape your pretty little lips. You were faced away from him so it was easy for him to watch for a little without being caught.

Your little hand was moving so fast and hard that with one quick move you slipped your hand under your panties now.

“Fu-fuckk” you yell whispered in a high pitched tone. Your fingers instantly drenched in your own juices. Jacks jaw tightened, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He knew you were only rubbing your clit and that the moment you would insert a finger you’d lose your mind. It was taking everything in him to not fuck the shit out of you, but he was too invested in the show you were unknowingly putting on for him. He knew the exact moment you inserted a finger.

“Oh fuck!! Mmmm” you screamed loudly, not caring if he heard you.

There it is he thought to himself. You had your head thrown back on the pillow you were using to nap, eyes squeezed shut. Jack used this opportunity to move closer to you, to get a better view. He was still out of your sight if you were to open your eyes. You were fingering yourself so fast but then your arm got tired so you slowed down the pumps. You would bring your finger all the way out and then shove it back in slow but hard. Each thrust you moaned a pretty sounding “Mmm”.

“You’re doing so good baby” Jack spoke up softly.

Your eyes shot open immediately removing your hand from your pants, you sat up a little bit face flushed red and heavily breathing.

“No, no, no. Do not stop.” Jack walked up to you gently pulling your pants and panties off. “Let me watch you take care of this pretty little pussy for me baby. Yeah?” You looked up at him with big doe eyes, still breathing heavily. You were so nervous as you have never done this in front of him. You felt so vulnerable yet so turned on by this. Jack gathered spit in his mouth and spit it on your pussy. He took a seat on the coffee table and smiled at you.

“Go baby. Play with yourself for me” He focused his attention on your pussy.

“J-Jack please touch-“

“Uh uh. You started this so you’re finishing it. Let me talk you through this baby. Continue.” Jack calmly said.

You went straight back to fingering yourself for Jack. You were half sitting up as far as you could so you could watch yourself as well. You were going in and out as fast as you could.

“You like watching yourself huh baby? Look at how wet you are.” He hummed.

“Fuck this feels so fu-ucking good Jack.”

“Yeah?? This is so fucking hot Y/n.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Jack!!”

“Do you hear how wet you are y/n? Mmm i wanna taste you baby, slurp you up so good. Would you like that?”

“Pl-pleaseee Jack!” Your leg was uncontrollably shaking so bad.

“Mm mm baby. This is all you.” He was teasing you so bad, hearing his voice was getting you so worked up.

Your eyes shot open again. Your movements stopping. “Jackman I’m serious. I need you to make me cum.”

Jack chuckled lowly. “No you don’t baby, you can do this. You will.” He leaned over and spit on your pussy again. “Continue.”

You let out a shaky breath. Jack grabbed your leg that was closest to him and pulled it towards him so you were spread even more. “Oh my god” you moaned.

“My pretty girl. Look at how good you’re doing”

You leaned up a little bit your fingers were coated with so much arousal. “Mmmm” you bit your lip so hard you thought you could bite it off.

Jack leaned down and kissed your inner thigh and began rubbing circles on it. “Jackman please i need you so fucking bad!!!”

“Relax y/n” He gently slapped your thigh. “Focus on what i told you to do, alright?”

“Baby fuck i’m begging you. Something please! I’m gonna cum!” You pulled your finger out and began to rub fast circles on your clit. Your arm and legs were trembling so bad now. Jack knew you were close. You threw your head back squeezing your eyes shut as hard as humanly possible, about to cum.

Jack slammed 2 fingers and was pumping as fast as he could. “FUCK! YES BABY!” You screamed.

“Cum all over me y/n. Make a mess on me” Jack grunted. “You can do it pretty girl”

And with that you squirted all over his hand and the couch.

“Mmmmm there you go baby” Jack moaned out as he still pumped a finger so slow in and out to ride out your high. “You did so good baby. Such a good girl” Jack said as he gently continuously slapped your pussy.

“I told you i needed you to make me cum Jack” You said out of breath.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #send requests

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mangowafflesss · 7 months

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Plz don’t ask me what this is buttt it’s something I wrote while a spider crawled into my shoe and bit me 🙃

As you wash your hands before preparing your dinner for the night you take a glance out of the window at the house across the road. The ‘For Sale’ sign that had been hanging up for months has a now red ‘Sold’ sticker slapped over the top.

It was a rather large house made for a big family with its five bedrooms and three bathrooms. The old family that used to live there relocated to Australia since their children were young and it would be better to bring them up somewhere more exciting. You still lived in your childhood home after your parents moved to France, the house was paid off years ago so your parents let you keep it. They were very rich.

You don’t speak to your parents as much only if it’s a birthday or when you visit them at Christmas time but other than that you’re quite lonely here. You have some friends that you occasionally go out with but you just don’t feel as connected with them as you used to.

Pulling yourself away from the window you grab your ingredients to make dinner. As you’re cooking your mind wonders to who would move in, you haven’t seen anyone view the house in a while. Would it be a cute couple who the want to extend their family? An already big family? Someone who fosters children? Maybe it’ll be a care home for children? You decide to stop thinking and carry on with your dinner.

The next morning you wake up at 6am wanting to go for a morning jog. You haven’t had chance to do it in a while and you felt yourself slipping into the state where you can’t be bothered to do anything. You grab some leggings and a shirt with a jacket to throw on top, it was still early in the morning so it would be cold.

You grab a water bottle and open your front door, locking the door behind you. Finding the right playlist for your run you nod your head and begin to walk towards the woods near your house. It had a great trail and no one was going to be there at this time.

Your run lasted for 45 minutes as you got bored and was freezing your tits off, you tried to do some exercises to keep yourself warm but it wouldn’t work you were cold to the bone. On your walk back to your home you see two cars parked outside of the house over the road. There was a light on inside and you tried to subtly look inside without them seeing you but no one was inside of the room you were looking through.

You unlock your front door and walk inside throwing your water bottle onto the entrance table. You kick off your trainers and go upstairs to take a nice warm shower.

At 9am you clean your house and gather all your laundry that has been piled up for weeks. Also you needed to wash your work uniform before later. At 12pm you make some lunch and eat it while watching your favourite show. You fell asleep half way through and wake up at 2, you put your laundry away and start to get ready for work. Your uniform was just a plain black trousers with a black shirt with the restaurants name embroidered above your left breast.

After making sure everything was okay and not going to set on fire anytime soon you lock your door and get into your car. Arriving at the place you work you look at the time and see you’re 10 minutes late, cursing under your breath you speed walk through the staff door and quickly sign in.

As you round the corner to your locker you’re met with your manager. “You’re late!” Her angry expression makes you internally roll your eyes. “Yes and I’m very sorry, there was traffic…” she hums under her breath and her face breaks out into a big smile “Well if you’re really sorry… you’ll wait the tables today” you actually roll your eyes now as she walks away from you.

You grab your apron and wrap it around your waist making it look smaller than it is, you walk up to the bar and meet your favourite co worker. “Hey Dan” you mutter and he senses your sullen attitude “What’s up?” He asks while wiping down the bar “Mandy’s put me on tables, god I hate not being behind the bar” you rest your head on your hand as you lean on the bar. He gives you a sympathetic look and pats you on the back “Cheer up kid, just don’t be late again” you flip him off and begin to walk over to the new group of people walking through the door. You give them your fake customer service smile and greet them.

Your work hours dragged on and after your 30 minute break you saw a group of four men walk into the place. You’ll admit your cheeks were starting to hurt after all this fake smiling but you just know your manager will kill you if she sees you without a smile plastered on your face. “We have a reservation, should be under the name Price” you type away on the tablet for a reservation under that name and frown “I’m sorry there’s not anything for that name”

The man with the beanie looks at the other man with a Mohawk and gives him a stern look. The shorter man pulls out his phone and frantically types on his phone “Oh shit ca- John I booked it for the wrong day” the older looking man shakes his head and lets out a sigh. A taller man who is wearing a mask that covers the bottom half of his face pipes in “Way to go Johnny can’t give you a simple job without fucking it up” his voice was deep and commanding making a shiver go down your spine.

You look at the available tables and see a couple that aren’t filled due to it being a Wednesday and you’re not that busy. “If it’s just a table of four we have some that are free, if you want” you give them a smile and stand there awkwardly as they confer with one another. They all start to nod and the older man tells you to lead the way, grabbing some menus you begin to walk.

You look on the tablet and see either a table near the bar or in the corner of the room free that have four chairs around them. You take them towards the one in the corner and point towards it still giving them a friendly smile. “I hope this one is okay, I saw you booked a corner table on your reservation” they all speak their confirmations and sit down, you see the man with the mask looking around his surroundings and you walk over to the divider. You pull it out and seclude the table away from onlookers, you give the man a comforting smile and grab your notebook and pen.

“Can I get you any drinks?” They all give their requests to the older man which you find strange as if they couldn’t have just told you themselves but you shake it off anyway “We’ll all take whatever’s on tap love” you nod towards him and take off towards the bar ignoring how the way he called you love made you feel.

You go behind the bar and grab four pint glasses and filling them with whatever beer you had in the keg. “How’s your night princess” Dan hums from behind you making you step onto his toe “Great” your lips press into a firm line.

You carry the four beers over to the table and place them in front of everyone. “Are you guys ready to order? Or do you want me to give you a few more minutes?” You know exactly what the answer is, with men like these they don’t mess around they order what they want and that’s it no thinking required.

“Three steaks all medium rare and a cheeseburger, all with chips” the same man relays the order to you and you write it down on your notepad. You feel the masked man staring at you which makes you feel uneasy making you shift your weight from one foot to the other. “Anything else?” He looks around to the others and shakes his head no.

Walking into the back room to the kitchen you place their order and go back out to the front by the bar. “God my feet are killing me” you say leaning against the bars wooden top. “You complain too much” you give Dan a death glare and hear someone calling for you from one of the tables.

Walking over to the table you see an older couple looking at you with a stern look “Yes? Do you need anything?” The woman scoffs and pushes her plate towards you which then slides off the table. “My food is cold” you look down at the plate that is now smashed on the floor by your feet coating your shoes in a carbonara sauce. ‘Yeah well now it’s fucking ruined you stupid bitch’

“I’m so very sorry I’ll bring you another” you turn around and signal for Dan to go clean the floor while you speak to the cooks in the back, you complain to your favourite chef who gives you a sympathetic look and a nod towards you. You grab a cloth and clean off your shoes and go back out to the front.

You see Dan hasn’t done anything besides placing a wet floor sign down making you tense your jaw in anger. Grabbing a dustpan and brush you gather as much of the broken plate and food as you can and throw it in a bin. The woman is talking shit about you to her husband while you’re cleaning and all you can think about it slicing their ankles with the broken porcelain.

As you’re cleaning the floor you don’t see the woman tilting her glass of red wine over your head. A loud shriek falls from your lips as you feel the wine drip onto your head. Standing up you see the woman with a grin on her face as she sees the state that you’re in. “Get out” you say to the woman making her look at her husband in shock.

“Excuse you? I’m a regular here you can’t kick me out” she says completely gobsmacked at what you said, before you can speak a voice comes from behind you “You’ve just harassed one of my members of staff Mary. I think you should go” your manager Mandy lays a hand on your shoulder and tells you to go clean off in the toilets.

You walk past the multiple tables of people and go into the toilets. You grab a few paper towels and wet them before dragging them over your face getting all of the wine off. Your hair was sticky but at least it wasn’t much to make a difference, pulling your hair back you cover as much of the wine stain with your hair and tie it with a bobble. “What a fucking cunt” you say out-loud and exit the toilets.

Your manager is outside of the toilets and you let out a sigh “You can go home if you want” she says and you shake your head, you only have an hour left of your shift so you might as well continue. Your manager may be a bitch to you but if anyone ever hurt you she would intervene.

Grabbing the now ready orders you carry them to the table of four men. “Cheeseburger and three steaks” you say and hand them to the allocated people. You walk away and go greet some more customers by the door and seating them.

As you’re walking past you hear a polite excuse me and look over at the table of men, “Could I have some ketchup please?” His voice was soft and you swear you melted right on the spot. You go to get some from the closest station and return to the table.

“Here you go is there anything else?” You say handing him the packets of ketchup “No, thanks Y/n” you freeze on the spot and just stare at him “How do you know my name?” You see his eyes go wide and he starts to stutter “Your name badge” you begin to awkwardly laugh and walk away before you start to get more creeped out.

You’re not even wearing a name badge.

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The Swan and the Soldier

^made w/ pinterest

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x f!dancer!reader

Summary: Bucky is signed up to act in the Nutcracker against his will. But it isn’t all bad. At least not after he meets the cute costume designer.

Words: 5.6k (oops)

Warnings: Mention of an injury + brief description of pain, poor writing at times, lemme know if I missed anything

A/N: I really hope this isn't complete dog shit

(Dividers by me😎)

“You want me to what?”

Bucky dropped his sandwich back onto his plate.

“I was gonna do it but I’m too busy to make every rehearsal.”

Bucky had been staying in Louisiana for the past month, finally taking a break from going from fight to fight. Sam encouraged him to stay with him at Sarah’s place, which Bucky did for a while, but after a couple of weeks, he decided to rent his own place. He was still near to Sam, and was at his house nearly every day, seeing as he was only a fifteen-minute drive away. Bucky just felt like less of a burden this way.

“And I’m not busy?” Bucky countered, staring at Sam from across the kitchen table, where they were taking a quick lunch break before getting back to the boat.

“Well—”

“Shut up.”

“It would mean so much to AJ. It’s his first dance recital and I think he would be a lot less nervous if someone he knew was on stage with him.”

“I’m not a ballerina, Sam.”

“You don’t have to be!” He quickly uttered, putting down his own sandwich. “They just need a couple of parent volunteers to step in and play the adults at the beginning of the show.”

“I haven’t liked dancing since the 40’s. And I don’t know how I feel about being on stage. Would I have to wear a costume?”

“It’s the Nutcracker.” Sam raised an eyebrow and gave Bucky a judgmental once over. “I don’t think it fits the show to have you dressed like an angsty motorcyclist.”

“Sam, I don’t think I can—”

“Uncle Bucky!” A cheerful voice entered the room as AJ came bounding up to the table.

“Hey, kid,” Bucky smiled, giving the boy a quick fist bump.

“Uncle Sam told me you would be a part of my recital!”

“He said what now?”

“What?” AJ asked, oblivious.

“Nothing, I—AJ, could you give Uncle Sam and me a second?”

AJ nodded and skipped back outside into the sun. Bucky glared over at Sam.

“So maybe I jumped the gun a bit…”

“Samuel.”

“You can say no,”

“You know I can’t say no now!” Bucky flung his hands out, exasperated.

“You can! You’ll just disappoint him. But if that’s what you want to do—” Sam trailed off, taking a bite out of his turkey and provolone.

“This is manipulation.”

“Is it working?” Sam mumbled and swallowed.

Bucky shook his head and stared at his plate. “You owe me.”

“Big time! Promise.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Bucky mumbled, planting his face in his palms.

“Rehearsals are Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Sam got up from the table and grabbed his now empty plate, “you’re making the kid really happy.”

“Yeah, yeah. To be clear, I am doing this for him. Not you. I don’t give a shit about you.” He pointed.

“Love you too, Buddy.”

Bucky found himself that very Thursday at the ballet studio, in a small group of parents, as a petite young woman—well, she looked about 60, but compared to Bucky, she was young—introduced herself, a southern accent clear in her cheery tone.

“Welcome parents and volunteers! Most of you already know me, but I’m Ms. Cindy, the head of this program and this year’s Nutcracker! I’d like to start by thanking all of you for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here and support us and your children. It’s you who keep this dance studio up and running, and I’m so grateful for that. Throughout today, you’ll each get called to get your measurements taken so we can be sure that the costumes are ready before the performance. And as for roles, we’ll figure that out at the end of class. I have to go teach the little ones, but feel free to take a seat and watch the choreography your students have been learning all season!”

Bucky followed the others, who seemed to already be acquainted with each other, into a small observing room attached to the studio where AJ was practicing. Bucky stuck himself in the back corner and watched AJ through the one-sided mirror for only a couple of minutes when his name was suddenly called.

“James Barnes?”

Bucky looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway. He ignored the glances that turned his way as he followed the woman out the door.

Did they know who he was? Did they know what he had done? Or maybe they had no idea. Maybe they were judging him for not engaging with them in polite conversation, maybe they thought he was weird for hiding silently in the corner.

Bucky pushed the thoughts out of his head as the (attractive, he might add,) woman opened the door for him into a new room. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t a closet either, and Bucky immediately noted the lines of clothing racks stuffed with colorful dresses that lined the walls.

“I just need to get your measurements quickly for your costume. I can take them now, or if you’re more comfortable, I can send you a list of measurements I need and you can get those numbers to me on Thursday if you’d prefer.”

Bucky thought for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure how to take his own measurements, and he sure as hell did not want Sam of all people helping him. On the other hand, having a stranger so close to him sounds embarrassing and stressful. But he saw the kindness in her eyes, and oddly enough, he felt he could trust her.

“Now is fine."

“Sounds good.” She gave the sweetest smile he had ever seen and told him where to stand. He took off his jacket with ease, feeling somewhat comfortable knowing he had a long-sleeved shirt under to hide his metal arm. He kept his leather gloves on, and she said nothing.

She demonstrated to him how to hold his arm, and he obeyed, holding his right arm out and bent at the elbow. She chatted as she brought the tape measure along his arm. “Which kid is yours?”

“Oh, none of them.”

He noticed the subtle tilt of her head.

“I mean, I’m not a dad, but I’m AJ’s uncle. Well, a friend of his uncle but,”

Luckily, she stopped his ramble before he could truly embarrass himself.

“Oh, you’re Bucky?” She dropped the tape to her side and smiled. “I’ve met Sam a couple times, but I’ve heard all about you and him from Sarah.”

“Oh? All good things I hope?”

He asked in a lighthearted tone, but in reality, he was terrified of the things she’d heard about him.

“Only good things.” She grinned and grabbed the pencil behind her ear to scribble a number on a chart.

“That’s a relief.” His eyes scanned the room, trying to think up conversation to fill the silence. “So are you a parent volunteer?”

“Not a parent, no. I used to be a part of this program growing up. It’s done so much for me, and I wanted to stay connected, so I help out here and there when I can. I mostly fit the costumes.”

“That’s cool.”

Cool. Cool. Cool response Bucky. Ask her a question, dammit.

“Do you still dance?”

“Not anymore. Can you put both arms out to the side please?” She asked, and Bucky lifted his arms so she could measure his chest. She continued to make conversation as she wrapped the tape around him. “AJ is a great student. He has a lot of potential, he just needs to find his confidence. And he’s a great kid. You’re a lucky uncle.”

“I am,” Bucky responded, trying desperately to not freak out at how close she was to him, and how she was only going lower, as she moved to his waist.

She took a break to write down a couple more numbers and returned to him.

“Now I need a hip measurement, so I have to measure around your butt. Is that okay?”

Bucky gave a convincing nod. “Do what you gotta do.”

‘Do what you gotta do’? What the hell am I saying?

He avoided looking at her and held his breath as she brought the tape around his hips.

“Just a couple more measurements and you’ll be out of here,” she assured, dropping the tape from his hips. “You can put your arms down now.”

Bucky let his arms rest at his sides.

She quickly went about measuring his legs and finished a couple of minutes later.

“You’re all good to go, Mr. Barnes, thank you!”

“You can call me Bucky,” he tried to hide his bashful smile and started to exit out the door, but stopped and turned at the last moment. “What was your name again?”

“Oh, I’m Y/N.”

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

He liked the way it felt on his tongue. With that, he said goodbye and returned to the observing room.

Thirty minutes later class was nearly over. All that was left on the agenda for the day was to form the groups.

“So it seems we have an odd number…Lois, is this everyone?” Ms. Cindy asked, looking over to her assistant.

“Everyone that signed up, yes.” Lois, a shorter girl with an auburn bob, tapped on a clipboard.

“Let’s just see how this goes. Mr. and Mrs. Tudor will be group one, Mr. and Mrs. Malone will be group two, Mrs. and Mrs. Cardoza will be group three, and that leaves Mr. Barnes…”

“We could have him be a single parent to his group?” Lois offered, looking up from her list.

“We could, but then who would he dance with at the party scene?”

Bucky swore he saw a literal lightbulb light up above Ms. Cindy’s head as her gaze fixated somewhere in the back of the room where you were simply passing by.

“Oh, Y/N? Dear?” She called in a uniquely falsetto voice.

“Yes, Ms. Cindy?” Y/N answered, pausing.

“I realize you’re already doing our costumes, but would you be interested in volunteering as one of the parents? We are short a person.”

“Oh, um…”

“You can think about it Dear. It’s no trouble if you feel that it’ll take up too much time, we appreciate you for your dedication to the costumes.” Ms. Cindy was careful to add.

Despite her initial hesitance, Y/N spoke up.

“I can do it.”

“Are you sure?” Ms. Cindy blinked, surprised by the answer.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “yes. I’ve already got measurements, all I need to do is submit an order. And I can’t tailor anything anyways until the shipment comes in.”

“A round of applause for our beautiful and dedicated Y/N, everyone!” Ms. Cindy cheered and began clapping her hands in a circle. The parents all joined in, and Bucky gave a quiet few claps. “That means Mr. Barnes and Y/N will play the fourth couple. Splendid!”

Lois tapped Ms. Cindy on the shoulder and pointed to her watch. Time was almost up. Ms. Cindy was fast to get back to business.

“Now let’s quickly assign each group their children, and then we can end rehearsal.”

“Buck, I’ve got some good news.” Sam’s voice flowed through Bucky’s phone.

It was Tuesday morning, and Bucky had been up and dressed since seven in the morning, eager to pick AJ up, even though class wasn’t until 5 p.m. He was currently lying on the couch, watching the clock tick by.

“What, you finally learned to use the potty like a big boy?” Bucky mocked.

“It was one time. ONE. TIME. You know I don’t fuck with clowns!”

“I don’t like clowns either, but you don’t see me shitting myself at the Halloween Festival.” Bucky quietly chuckled.

“First of all, I didn’t ‘shit’ myself. I peed. A little. And second of all, I had a lot of hot chocolate beforehand, and my bladder was at max capacity, and—why the hell am I explaining this to you?”

“Because you know I’m never going to let you live it down.”

“Moving on,” Sam sighed, “I was calling to tell you that you don’t need to be in the performance with AJ anymore.”

Bucky shot up from his lying position. “What do you mean?”

“My schedule freed up a bunch so I can take AJ and be in the show now.”

“Oh.”

Bucky slumped back onto the cushions, dejection dripping from his voice. Sam clearly picked up on it.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh’? I thought this was good news for you. I know I forced it onto you and all, and your thing isn’t really being on stage in front of a bunch of people.”

Bucky picked at the edges of his fingers, carefully considering his next words.

“I mean it’s not my thing, but—I don’t know, I feel like I’ve committed. And I get to spend some time with AJ, y’know? And, truth be told, it’s not all bad.”

There was a pause on the line before Sam’s voice rang through.

“That’s awfully sweet Buck. And very out of character for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, I can be nice.”

“Yes, of course. Bucky Barnes, the world’s famous sweetheart, how could I forget?”

“I’m hanging up now,” Bucky warned.

“Bye, metal man.”

“Fuck off bird brain.” Bucky was about to hang up, but quickly added in a serious tone, “I’ll be there this afternoon to pick AJ up.”

“You’re a good man.”

“Whatever.”

“Welcome back everybody!” Ms. Cindy’s high voice rang. “We are going to practice the beginning of the show where the families enter the party. We’ll take it group by group, so let’s start with group one, the Tudors. Your family is super excited for this party, so we’ll have you enter stage right and I need the children to be skipping and bubbly.”

Ms. Cindy instructed the groups one by one. Eventually, she got to Bucky’s group, which he shared with you and four kids, including AJ.

“And our final group, group four, is the family that does not want to attend. The parents should be trying to get the kids to smile, and at least act like they are happy to be there.”

Bucky let you take the lead and simply followed what you did. He walked beside you, stopped when you stopped, turned when you turned.

“Good, now make it look like you are trying to get the kids to smile.”

Bucky copied the way you pointed to your cheery smile and did his best to ignore the embarrassment bubbling in his chest.

The comically grumpy—and much better actors than him—kids sighed and plastered on cheery expressions.

“Good, and you can continue walking.” Ms. Cindy ordered.

Group four finished the short trek across the stage successfully. For such a simple task, Bucky had felt surprisingly nervous.

Ms. Cindy quickly gave her praise and ordered everyone to start over. As Bucky and his group were going back to the line, she offered some advice.

“Y/N and Mr. Barnes, could you try holding hands? You don’t look as ‘coupley’ as everyone else.”

Bucky gulped. Of course you don’t look as ‘coupley’ as everyone else, all the other couples are actually couples, and married for God’s sake!

You, on the other hand, simply said “Okay.”

“Group one, go,” Ms. Cindy called, and the Tudors began to cross the makeshift stage.

The line moved forward, and Bucky with it. He began to sweat a little.

Hold your hand? With my left hand? My metal hand?

She simply glanced at him and gave him a small smile.

“And group two,” Ms. Cindy called.

Everyone stepped forward.

The good news is that Bucky was wearing his gloves, but surely she’d notice his hand felt different and think he was weird. Although, did she already know about his arm situation? She did mention that she’d heard about him and Sam from Sarah. Maybe she already knew, and wouldn’t care?

“Group three!”

Bucky looked back at the kids trailing behind him and spotted AJ beaming right back at him. Suddenly, Bucky felt ridiculous.

Bucky, you’re being an idiot. Be a man and hold her hand. It’s not that deep. You’re doing this for AJ.

“And four,”

He grabbed her hand and started to walk with her. The first thing he noticed was how small her hand felt in his. It gave him an unfamiliar tingly feeling in his chest. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but it was better than anxiety.

He tried his best to puff out his chest and mimic her confidence as they walked. Bucky stopped halfway through, like they were supposed to, and turned to face the kids like last time. He pretended to point to his smile and finished the walk across the stage.

“Excellent! Let’s move on.”

Bucky managed to make it through the entire class without sweating his clothes off from nerves.

“You ready to go, AJ?”

AJ yelped, “Wait! I want you to meet one of my friends!” He dramatically waved over to a little girl with a sunflower barrette in her hair who came skipping over. “This is Ava.”

“Hi, Ava.” Bucky gave an awkward smile.

The little girl looked up at him unphased.

“Hi, Mr. Bucky. So are you really a superhero?”

Straight to the point, huh? “Oh—um,”

“He is!” AJ butted in, “He’s friends with my Uncle Sam, they save the world all the time!”

Ava crossed her arms across her chest and jutted a leg out.

“So can you fly?” She squinted.

“Nope, I can’t fly.” Bucky began to rub the back of his neck.

“Can’t your Uncle Sam fly?” She asked, looking at AJ with skepticism.

“Yep!”

“So if you can’t fly, what can you do?”

Before Bucky could even begin to stutter, Y/N appeared.

“Hey, Ava! I think your mom is looking for you.” She said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Okay, I gotta go. Bye AJ,” Ava quickly spouted and ran off towards the doors.

“Bye!” AJ shouted.

Bucky noticed Y/N holding his blue cap out to him.

“I think you forgot your hat.” She spoke softly.

“Didn’t even realize, thanks.”

“It’s no problem, Bucky.”

Bucky was about to give a lopsided grin when AJ interjected,

“Only friends and family call him that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! James, then.” She brought her hand to her cheek.

“No, no, Bucky is fine,” Bucky quickly corrected, “you can call me Bucky.”

“You’re sure? I don’t mean to overstep,”

“You aren’t, I like it when you call me Bucky.”

He instantly felt his cheeks get warm at his confession. Before she could respond, he quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, by the way, I wanted to let you know that I can’t be here at the next rehearsal. AJ will be here, but I completely forgot that I’ve got an appointment that day.” A monthly check-in with Dr. Raynor that he forgot to move. “I don’t know if you want me to meet somewhere instead, or I can just come early on Tuesday and you can catch me up to speed or…I mean whatever you think is best.”

“If you want, we can meet on Friday at my place. I can send you the address if you’d like?”

“Yeah, yes, sure, let me get my phone—” he fumbled while grabbing it out of his pocket, “what’s your number?”

“Hey, come on in!” Y/N appeared behind the crisp white door of a cute house, not unlike the Wilson’s, and gestured inside before grimacing. “Sorry, I should’ve asked before, are you cool with dogs?”

Bucky nodded.

She gave a sigh of relief and fully opened the door. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the graying corgi staring back at him.

“This is Frank,” Y/N said, bending down to bring the panting dog into her arms.

“Hi, Frank.” Bucky greeted, giving the dog gentle pets with his right hand. “Your house is lovely,” he added after catching a glance around.

“Oh, thanks!” She smiled, walking into the living room area to set the dog down on the couch. “This is actually my parent’s house, I’m just house and dog sitting for the week while they’re out of town. Usually, I live in my apartment.”

“Is this where you grew up?” Bucky asked, eyes searching the place. He noted the multitude of picture frames lining the wall and the slightly worn couch.

“The first eighteen years of my life. I told myself I’d be out of Louisiana by the time I went to college, but clearly that didn’t happen.”

“Where did you want to go?”

“New York, San Francisco, I don’t know, maybe even Australia or France.” she laughed at the absurdity and sighed. “C’est la vie,”

Bucky stuck his thumbs in his pockets and stared down at his feet, unsure of what to do next.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Iced Tea? I can make some coffee. Are you hungry?”

“Just water is fine,”

“Sure, one second.”

Bucky took the opportunity to explore the room. His curiosity was set on the shelf beside the fireplace, and the multitude of shiny awards it adorned.

Several faux gold figures of ballerinas and a plaque filled the space, as well as what looked to be a photo album. Bucky thought better than to touch it, however, he did notice the significant lack of dust on it compared to the trophies.

“I see the obnoxious shrine of my dancing days has caught your attention.”

Bucky spun around, cheeks a little pink at the notion of being caught wandering. He was looking for the right thing to say as you took a seat on the couch and placed the water on the coasters.

“Looks like you’re an amazing dancer.” He nodded, hoping that it was the appropriate thing to say.

She ducked her head at the compliment. “I was okay.” She pointed to just beyond his shoulder at the photo album. “You can look at it if you want,” she offered, clearly sensing his curiosity.

Bucky grabbed the binder from its spot on the shelf and took a seat next to her. He slowly opened the book to the first page.

There you were, 4 years old in a bright pink tutu, beaming at the camera. The page was covered in cute stickers and artistic swirls.

“My mom has a knack for crafty things,” she said, vaguely gesturing to the book.

Bucky hummed and began to gingerly flip through the pages. It was odd but endearing seeing you change through each photo and page, but one thing that stayed constant was your eyes. In every photo they had the same sparkle, the same light. It looked so right on you, but he didn’t recognize it in you now.

Bucky stopped on the page dedicated to age 17 and marveled at the costume you were wearing. He couldn’t look away from the intricate feathers and sequins.

“That was for our Spring production of Swan Lake.”

Bucky turned to see a subtle smile on her lips. She was looking at the book, but it seemed as if she was seeing right through it.

“You were the swan?”

“Odette, yeah.”

Bucky turned the page once more, except this time there was no photo—just the outline of where one would be on a mostly blank page, minus the glittering bold number “18”.

“Anyway, the choreography,” she quickly chimed, her attitude dramatically changing, “I’ve got the video right here, we can watch it first.”

She snatched the album up and placed it back on the shelf before handing him her phone. Bucky watched the thirty-second clip of two of the volunteers—possibly the Tudors if he remembered correctly—as they danced a shockingly simple routine.

“That’s it?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“That’s it.” She assured. “Ready to try it?”

“I might be a little rusty, it’s been a while since I’ve danced.”

She turned on the music and started counting under her breath.

They started by facing each other, their right palms in front of them, and placed against each other. They both took a step in, a step out and circled around the other to which they were now in the opposite places. She curtsied, he bowed, and then they repeated the step in, step out, switch. Now they stood next to each other, and she held her arm out over his. They took three steps forward, and the music grew into a faster tempo.

“Easy enough?” Y/N asked, grabbing her phone to stop the music.

It was suspiciously simple, Bucky thought, but then again, the adults were just a small addition to the show. It’s really about the kids.

“We can make this more interesting.” He remarked.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s try it again.” Bucky gestured to her phone.

She obliged and restarted the music.

They went through the routine again, all the way to the end at which the music began to speed up. As Y/N went to pause the music again, Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her in. She gave a surprised gasp, but Bucky wasn’t regretful once he saw the smile on her face. He pulled himself back and began to spin her around and basked in her soft laughs. After pulling her back in again, and dancing around each other, he dipped her. She wrapped her right leg around him in response and he hoped she didn’t notice his smirk transform into a blush.

“Alright Mr. ‘I might be a little rusty’, someone has moves!”

Bucky helped her up once she removed her leg.

“I used to be better,” he mumbled.

“None of that,” she softly chided, bringing his chin up, “where did that confidence just go?”

Bucky shook his head. “I’ll keep practicing, then you’ll see,” he simpered.

Time went on and not a day went by that Bucky didn’t think of you. After weeks of practice, it was finally dress rehearsal. Bucky was surprisingly calm even though they were no longer practicing in a studio, but in the local high school’s theater, in full costume. You held his hand through it—literally, for some parts—and Bucky was grateful for it.

It was Friday night, the final rehearsal before the show the next day, and Bucky was just about to drive off when he realized how cold his hand felt against the steering wheel. He cursed himself and ran back inside, luckily finding his leather gloves sitting on a chair in the wings of the stage. Right as he was about to scamper off, he noticed a figure at the very front of center stage. He recognized her immediately, and without a second thought, he approached from the darkness of the sides and into the light of the stage. She had already changed out of her ballgown and was back in black leggings.

“Hey.” He uttered, slowly taking a seat next to her at the end of the stage. He let his legs dangle over the edge.

“Hey,” she gasped, bringing a hand to her heart. “Sorry, I thought everyone had left.”

“I forgot my gloves.”

“Seems like you have a habit of forgetting things,” she teased.

“Only when it comes to clothing, apparently.”

“Is AJ not waiting for you?”

“No, he left with a friend. He’s got a sleepover with Marshall tonight.”

“Gotcha.”

A thoughtful quiet settled over them, but Bucky couldn’t ignore the somberness in her eyes, gazing over the expanse of empty velvet seats.

“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Shoot.”

“Why’d you stop dancing?”

She was quiet for a minute. Bucky started to think she wasn’t going to answer, but eventually, she whispered,

“I didn’t have much of a choice.”

She began mindlessly rubbing her knee.

“I tore my ACL my senior year. It was our annual production of The Nutcracker and I was cast as the Sugar Plum Fairy. There was a rumor that some influential talent scouts were going to be attending. So when my knee started hurting I ignored it. I didn’t tell anyone. I worked my ass off and pushed myself harder when I really should have been resting, but I was stupid.” She gave Bucky a short glance. “Opening night came, and so did my solo. Everything was going fine until I heard a pop. Next thing I know my leg is on fucking fire and I’m hitting the ground.

“I embarrassed myself and our entire company. My knee took longer to heal than it should have because of more poor choices I made. What should have been nine months of healing turned into years. By the time it was safe enough to start dancing again, it was too late. I was too far behind my peers. Even still I sometimes have issues with it.”

Bucky simply nodded, taking in her words.

“I tell myself I’m over it because it was so long ago. But deep down I know I’m not. I’ve asked my parents to take down all of my stupid awards, at least store them away somewhere, because it’s just some sick reminder of what I lost. Actually, the whole reason I started volunteering in the first place is because my mom told me I should. Said it could be good for me. She never said so, but I really think she was hoping that by being surrounded by ballet again, I would feel motivated to begin training again. But it’s a pipe dream.”

She took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling.

“All I ever was was a dancer. And a good one. It was the only thing I was good at, besides sewing, but I only learned that after I injured myself. The whole town knew me as the dancer. I guess the problem with having my entire identity wrapped around one thing is that when that thing goes away…well, who are you? Who am I, if not the girl who’s going to be on the stage one day? My entire identity was ripped from me.

“I’ve just been wading through life. Time keeps moving and crashing around me, but I haven’t changed. I still don’t know who I am, besides the girl who could’ve been great. And now I’m just—stuck.”

Her eyes went wide for a second before squeezing them shut as if she had forgotten she wasn’t alone.

“God, I’m so sorry, you didn’t need to know all of that—”

“No, I—” Bucky stopped her and hesitated to rest his hand on hers. “I can empathize. I hate that you had to go through that. That you’re still going through it. I can understand not knowing who you are anymore.

“A long time ago, I used to be someone else. I used to be charming, independent… happy. But after I was drafted my identity was no longer my own. I was a fighter. I belonged to the army. And then I belonged to Hydra. And even after, I belonged to the Avengers, the world, whoever needed me to fight, I was their soldier. But I’m tired.” At those words, Bucky slumped. “I don’t want to fight anymore. But I have no fucking clue who I am if not a soldier. I’ve been trying to figure that out.”

“I can’t tell you who you are,” she whispered after a moment, “but I can tell you that whoever you are, I like you.”

Bucky blushed.

“I like you too. It’s kind of embarrassing actually,”

“What is?”

“I didn’t really want to volunteer for this. Sam forced me. And while I love being here for AJ, I’d much rather hang out with him outside the theater where I’m not expected to be looked at on stage. But then I met this pretty costume designer…and suddenly it wasn’t so bad.”

“Pretty?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.” He specified.

“What a coincidence. I also met the most handsome and charming man recently.”

“Charming?”

“He doesn’t realize how charming he is. I guess that’s part of his charm.”

“He sounds great.” He turned to face her more directly. “Just to be clear, you are talking about me, yes?”

“Yes, you oaf.” She laughed.

Bucky pursed his lips.

“Would you be willing to let this oaf take you out on a date sometime?”

“More than willing.”

“That’s a relief,” he sighed, falling back onto the stage. “I figured it was 50/50.”

She gave him a silly grin and shook her head in amusement.

“You underestimate yourself, Bucky Barnes.”

The final performance was perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be with a production of the Nutcracker with dancers ages ranging from 6 to 106. Most importantly, AJ had fun and did a fantastic job. After the show and final bows, Sarah, Sam, and Cass came rushing onto the stage to congratulate AJ (and Bucky of course. Sam made sure to tell him that he was very proud of how brave he was, and Bucky rolled his eyes. He secretly appreciated it, though.) Cass handed one bouquet to his little brother and the other to his uncle, who funny enough lit up in a similar way as his nephew at the gift. But Y/N lit up the most when Sarah handed a third bouquet to her.

“For keeping Bucky in line, and giving a beautiful performance,” Sarah clarified.

“You’re so sweet,” she beamed, pulling Sarah in for a quick hug. “I have the perfect vase for this.”

“Can we go get ice cream now?” AJ jumped.

“Let’s get you out of your costume first,” Sam said and gave a quick wink to Bucky before herding his sister and Nephews backstage. “We’ll see you by the car Buck.”

Bucky nodded and turned his full attention to Y/N. He felt weirdly high after the performance. “Wanna join us for ice cream?” He asked, placing his hands on her waist.

“Gladly.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

I like dancing with you.

A/N: If you've made it this far, tysm for reading!!! I really hope this doesn't suck complete ass, idk what happened 😰 Im going to go hide in a hole now and question everything

If you'd like to read more, here's my Masterlist

Happy holidays!

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Deceptive bonds

Changbin’s house parties were notorious for all kind of things: snoring coke on the bathroom tiles, messy sex in confined closets and serious philosophy discussions over the kitchen counter. You would never admit this to others but secretly you were proud to have participated in all those activities. Weren’t your college years made for that?

Today’s party provided you with a new experience though – a smooth and comfortable make out session with your boyfriend amidst dozens of eyes.

You were sitting on Felix’ lap giggling and kissing, touching him as much as you could. The two of you haven’t been dating for very long, hence you were all over each other without having a care in the world.

You admired everything about him: his blonde hair that fell into his chocolate brown eyes, the countless freckles on his cheeks or heart shaped lips that made your heart flutter everytime they landed on your skin. Felix’ grip on your hips tightened as he distracted your train of thought.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

Love.

He didn’t know you that long, but he already gave you the world’s most significant nickname. Warmth spread in your body, and you smiled comfortingly. “Just how much I like you.”

His lips turned up before they crashed on yours, eliciting a storm of butterflies within you.

Being with Felix was nice – it felt safe and comfortable.

Your mind started to wander as you noticed how different it felt from what you were used to with…

“Get up.”

His voice was deep and underscored with rage. Felix broke off the kiss and stared at his friend in bewilderment. It took you a second before you were able to make eye contact with him – he always had you enslaved with one of his glances.

Hyunjin didn’t even look at you, his eyes stared directly at Felix. “They are waiting for you. You signed up for beer pong, remember?”

Felix sighed in annoyance. “Oh shoot, shit.” He turned around and flashed you his brightest smile. “Y/N, will you be okay for a while? I have to go show them how it’s done, Aussie style!”

He was so excited, you could never say no.

“Go. Show them how it’s done, angel.”

Hyunjin flinched at your nickname for his best friend but luckily no one noticed. Felix kissed you quickly and made his way to the outside, ready to give it his all.

After he left, Hyunjin finally acknowledged you. He held out his hand to you, waiting for you to take it.

You stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“We need to talk. Now.”

The rage in his voice was nothing compared to the one in his eyes – they were darker than the night.

You got up and slapped his hand away. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

As you made your way to the kitchen, you passed the closet in which you went down on your knees for him once. You came to a halt and watched the pantry as memories of that steamy night flooded your consciousness.

It didn’t take Hyunjin much time to come after you, so he yanked you into the closet with him.

“Are you out of your mind?”

The space was anything but narrow, not a single piece of paper would have fit between the two of you. His scent clouded your vision just as it did back then. Hyunjin was breathing heavily, his chest was heaving with a lot of emotions.

“Am I out of my mind? Are you? Y/N, are you for real?”

There was so much emotion in his voice, yet you had trouble identifying what it was. Even though the inside of the closet was barely lit, you were still able to see him clearly. His porcelain skin was framed by his dark clothes and red hair, his nostrils flaring, his jaw clenched. You pinched yourself and winced at the pain.

“See? That hurt. I am real, yes.”

He rolled his eyes at you in annoyance.

“I can’t believe you. You’re dating Felix?!”

You smirked. “Yeah, I am. Why do you care though?”

He was getting more agitated by the second.

“Why do -I- care? You’re dating my best friend when it should have been me!”

Now you were the one rolling your pretty eyes at him.

“Oh please. Spare me the bullshit, Hyunjin.”

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his nerves.

“Listen. I know what this looks like and I- “

“Oh, do you?”, you snapped at him angrily. You both glared at each other as if you were going to rip off each other’s heads.

Or pants.

“Don’t”, he gritted through his teeth.

You chuckled maniacally. “Don’t what? Tell you how much I like you? That I’m in love with you? That I want us to be more? Don’t worry, we already did that play.”

Memories of you begging him to choose you flooded your mind. Hyunjin and you were a thing for a couple of weeks – you considered those weeks to be the best ones of your life. Being with him felt exciting, thrilling, and unstable. He always kept you on edge, never letting you know what he was up to. That love you shared was obsessive, passionate, and mind-blowing, just like the orgasms he gave you. But that was all he had to offer as Hyunjin denied you more of him.

“Is that why you’re dating him now?” You could have sworn to detect vulnerability in his tone.

“Can you really blame me?” He didn’t say a word. You sighed heavily.

“Felix makes me happy. I feel safe with him, like I can rely on him. He’s a good guy and I think I deserve that.”

He furrowed his brows, thinking a thousand thoughts at the same time. Hyunjin didn’t find the right words to say, so he let his body speak for him. His slender fingers grabbed your wrists and traced patterns on the soft skin.

“Is that really what you want?”, his tone was soft, barely a whisper.

His touch alone was enough to make your mind go blank. You didn’t dare to look at his eyes in fear of what you could do.

“Y/N”, he whispered your name, “look at me. Please.”

You tilted your head and looked into his enticing eyes – the rage was gone and substituted with longing.

“I know what I said to you back then. And back then, I really meant it. But now…”

His hands trailed up your arms and laced behind your neck, pulling you close to him. “Now that I see you with him, I can’t help myself. I had no idea that I want you like that, y/n.”

Hyunjin tilted his head to the side, his eyes set on seducing you. “You should be sitting on my lap, baby. Just like you used to. Remember how you did that? Remember what we did in here?”

You felt like suffocating. He was taking your breath away.

“Stop”, you muttered.

He grinned innocently. “I won’t do anything, y/n. Felix is still my friend, after all.” You felt your shoulders relax, feeling like you escaped the danger.

For now.

“But- “, his lips traced your throat slightly, “I’ll be waiting, baby.”

You didn’t understand. “Waiting? For what?”

He was oozing arrogance, laughing against your skin.

“We both know how this is going to end. Number one – he is going to fuck this up. I know him, y/n. There is more to him than his angelic persona. Or number two- “.

He backed off a bit and placed his thumb on your lips, slightly applying pressure. “You’ll get bored very quickly. He is safety and I am danger and I know how much you crave that adrenaline that only I can give to you.”

You didn’t even realize you were sucking on his thumb, too engulfed by the words he said. You slapped his thumb away as soon as you realized, looking down feeling ashamed.

“That’s right, baby”, he chuckled mischievously before exiting the closet, “I know what you truly want. Don’t make me wait too long.”

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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iwaizumi x gn!reader

iwaizumi hajime is hopelessly in love with you, that much is certain- and it’s in everything he does for you. he lets you buy stupidly overpriced cereal that’s only priced so absurdly because of the little toys they have inside, and you already have an entire shelf of them at home. he always orders your favourite flavour of ice cream because you always ask for a bite of his food. he wears short sleeves and tank tops around the house because he knows you like touching his arms. he listens to everything you say and remembers the details of every single story, even if he couldn’t give less of a shit about the people in them. he loves you to heaven and back, you so much as say please and no matter how much he grumbles, anything he could ever give you is yours.

but maybe there is a limit to how much he can give you. maybe he’s spoiled you too much (he has).

“you're pretty,” you say with an innocent smile. like you haven’t been teasing him with this nickname since you both laid in bed. he doesn’t even try to turn his head to look at the time because he knows that whatever he sees won’t do him any good.

“stop it,” he grumbles, shoving his head further into your chest. he feels you softly combing your fingers through his locks, and he silently curses the effect you have on him. already, he’s starting to feel sleepy.

“my pretty princess~” you chuckle.

“go to sleep, [ ___ ]” his voice is muffled from his position, and his arms wrapped around your waist tighten as a warning, but he doesn’t do anything else to stop you. and apparently, that’s enough of a sign for you to keep going.

“my pretty little haji,”

“wha- little?”

“yep,” popping the ‘p’ at the end. “my handsome, gorgeous, beautiful hajime,”.

to that, his face starts to flush. and he turns his head away so you can’t see him.

it’s not as though he doesn’t like being complimented. of course he does, especially by the love of his life. he’s just a bit… awkward to say the least. growing up with a pretty boy, watching people gushing over how handsome oikawa was when he was right there didn’t exactly do wonders for his self-esteem.

“haji? you okay there?”

his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.

“m’fine,” he mumbles.

“besides, you’re the pretty one here,” he says in an attempt to woo you, and so hopefully you don’t pry into the topic.

it doesn’t work, for the most part.

“thank you, haji. but i still think you’re prettier,”

he knows you know what he was thinking. it’s one of the many reasons he fell in love. the way you always seem to know how to cheer him up. how you never take any of his harsh words to heart because you know he doesn’t mean any of them. the fact that you see all he does for you; he doesn’t need to write you love poems or speak sugary words to show how much he loves you.

and he sees all you do for him as well. when you finish the food he makes even if you don’t like it. how you make lunch for him every day because he always forgets. when you text him throughout the day just to check up on him or just to hear his voice. the little post-it notes you leave in the mirror before you go to sleep so he sees them the next morning when he gets ready for his early day run. he sees it all.

and he thinks life really couldn’t get any better, laying in bed with his lover late at night as they praise him endlessly- just because they want to.

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goldenseresinretriever · 5 months

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Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 14

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, fluff, swearing, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies, legal inaccuracies. No use of Y/N. Any opinions on NHL teams expressed by my characters are not my own and describe fictional versions of these teams.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is the last one y'all! Thank you so much for joining me on this journey with Jake and Bugs! I can't wait to share Bradley’s and Zam’s stories with you next in You Catch More Bees With Honey! If you haven’t checked out the teaser for it yet, you can here! Fear not, your favorite duo will be making appearances in that story as well!

Previous Chapter // Series Masterlist

Zam swoops in before the reporters can ask either of you more questions and helps you escape back into the privacy of the rest of the building. Your shoulders droop with exhaustion after the events of the day and Jake slides an arm around your shoulder that you lean your head against the two of you make your way back to your office so you can pack up and head home together. Home. You wonder when you started thinking of Jake’s place as home, but it feels right. You’ll have to talk it over with him officially, but you wouldn’t be surprised if Jake and Javy have secretly packed up your apartment already and moved all your things into his house. You push open the door to your office, letting a breath out at the promise of privacy with Jake only to be met with the wide smiles of your parents. You jump, surprised as your mom gives an excited cry and wraps you up in her arms.

“Mom?!” You’re surprised, to say the least. You’d almost forgotten that they’d been at the game and you feel your face heat at the idea of them witnessing your little spectacle. Your dad comes around from where he’s been sitting at your desk, holding out a hand to Jake who’s awkwardly standing behind you.

“When my daughter became your fan, I watched her fall in love with hockey and tonight I watched her fall in love with you. Take good care of her, son.” Your eyes are filled with tears all over again as you see Jake shake your father's hand before your dad pulls him in for a hug. The door to your office opens again and Tucker pokes his head in.

“The lady in pink said I’d find you guys here?” He says as his eyes fall on the four of you crowded into the tiny space. “Hey, are you okay?” He’s pushing through the door in a whirlwind, his hair sticking up every which way where you can tell he’s been running his fingers through it. You’re wrapped up in his arms instantly as he checks you over.

“Tuck, I’m okay.” You reassure him as he releases you and takes your arm in his giant hands, looking over the place where Cyclone had grabbed you earlier, running gentle fingers over the tender skin and you wince slightly. Both Tucker and Jake stiffen at your response. You look up at them and it’s like you’re looking at two giant golden retrievers, your guard dogs, eager to stand between you and the world. “Fine, a little less than okay, but I will be, okay? I’m fine now. I’m safe.” Jake relaxes at that but Tucker still looks unconvinced as he rounds on Jake.

“What the hell, man? You think you can just go after my baby sister because she’s a fan?” Tuck’s two years older than Jake but Jake’s aura makes him look like the older one as he stands up straighter as recognition sparks in his eyes.

“You’re the guy who asked me to sign a jersey last year after a game, aren’t you?” Tucker blinks, surprised by the change in topic but Jake’s still connecting dots. “And that’s the jersey hanging over your bed, isn’t it?” He addresses you this time and you nod sheepishly.

“You have it hanging over your bed?!” Tuck exclaims, and you give him a dirty look.

“I have him in my bed, what’s your point, Tuck?” You snap back and he mock gags, covering his mouth in shock as he stumbles back to lean on your desk as he processes this information. You put your hands on your hips as you approach him, scowling at him. “Jake’s my boyfriend, and you’re just going to have to deal with that. He’s good to me, I feel safe with him, and most of all he loves me and I love him.” Tucker sighs as his eyes drift between you and Jake where he’s standing just behind you, close enough to look like a unit but far enough away to let you fight your own battles.

“Look, I’m happy for you guys, I really am, but Charlie’s going to go ballistic.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Charlie can shove it as far as I’m concerned. I know it’s been a while but you two need to get used to the fact that I have a boyfriend. I’m not a kid anymore.”

Tucker nods slowly, standing up and extending a hand to Jake.“Take care of her, man. If you ever hurt her I swear to god,”

“TUCKER.” You glare at him. Jake shakes his head at you gently.

“I know what you mean, I have two sisters of my own. If someone hurt my little sister I wouldn’t hesitate either. Bugs is lucky to have you in her corner.” Tucker visibly relaxes at that and grips Jake’s hand tightly in his, an unspoken agreement passing between their firm gazes and clasped hands.

When they part Tucker gives you a long look, “I mean it, Charlie’s gonna go ballistic when he sees the game.” You shrug.

“He can take it up with our PR representative. She’s pretty damn good at handling this kind of stuff.” Jake laughs at that.

“She sure is.”

***

“Blueberries.” Jake reads the next item on the list, turning the cart towards the produce section. Until now, you’ve both been resigned to grocery delivery or having Javy or Zam do the grocery shopping so you’re both excited to finally get to do it together. Sure it’s mundane and simple, but that’s what you enjoy most with Jake. Lazy mornings with him cooking breakfast while you read headlines and cheesy horoscopes out to him. Sunny afternoons sprawled across the couch, watching horrible daytime TV and old hockey reruns. Sweet evenings spent walking along the beach behind his house while Pudding plays in the surf. This is just another simple moment with him that you cherish.

You’re scrutinizing the blueberry cartons when you hear Jake’s voice behind you.

“Hey there!” You turn to see Jake crouch down in front of a little boy who’s looking at him nervously.

“Um, do you play hockey, mister?” The kid asks, his hands fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. “You look a lot like my favorite player. His name is Jake.” Your heart aches as you see Jake’s face break out into a huge grin.

“No way? That’s my name too!” The kid’s face glows with awe as his tiny eyes widen, realizing that he has in fact run into his hero at the grocery store.

“Mr. Jake, you’re my favorite!” He blubbers excitedly and Jake chuckles, giving the kid a fist bump as he trembles excitedly. The kid surprises Jake by throwing his arms around Jake’s neck and Jake lets out a startled laugh before hugging him back just as a flustered woman approaches, wringing her hands.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what got into him!” She apologizes as she goes to extract her son from Jake’s arms as he stands and you watch the realization hit her as she recognizes Jake just as her son excitedly tells her,

“Mommy! Look, it’s Mr. Jake from hockey! It’s really him!” Jake gives her a sheepish smile.

“Sorry about the trouble ma’am. Your son’s a real sweet kid.” She nods, struck silent by shock.

“Mommy, can I get a picture with Mr. Jake?” The little boy tugs on his mom’s sleeve and it shakes her back to the present.

“If that’s okay with him, then it’s okay with me, Danny.” Jake nods and she fiddles for her phone and you watch as Jake pulls Danny close and poses for a photo.

“Thank you, Mr. Jake!” He gives Jake another big hug that Jake returns.

“Thank you for being a fan, Danny,” Jake answers, mussing up the little boy’s curls affectionately. He waves as the boy and his mother take their leave before turning back to you. “What’s that face for, Bunny?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, that was just really sweet.” He wraps you in his arms as you deposit the blueberries in the cart.

“You know I always give my fans the best treatment.” He presses a kiss to your temple as you giggle.

“I do.” You concede, snuggling into his arms.

“And my number one fan gets the best treatment.” He whispers as he kisses your cheek.

“The very best. So I’m thinking?” He arches an eyebrow at you. “Maybe two cartons of blueberries?” He laughs, tugging you close and kissing the tip of your nose as you scrunch it up.

“You can have as many cartons of blueberries as you want.”

***

A few days later you’re sitting at the counter in Jake’s corner enjoying a well-deserved day off. Things are starting to pick up at work with the season opener just around the corner in a few weeks, but thankfully things in your personal life have slowed down. Your relationship with Jake was public now and Cyclone has backed off after Jake’s statement, though you’re sure Zam had something to do with it as well. Things are starting to resemble something that could be called normal. Jake’s making blueberry pancakes across from you as you sip your matcha latte when your phone buzzes. You pick it up, your brow furrowing unconsciously as you see your landlord's name flash across the screen.

“What’s up?” Jake asks in response to the furrow in your brow.

“Just my landlord, reminding me that next month's rent is due on Monday.” You haven’t been to your apartment in weeks, since most of your clothes have migrated to Jake’s place over the last month but you’ve yet to discuss you officially moving in with Jake.

“Tell him you’re ending your lease,” he says smoothly as he flips a pancake with annoyingly good precision.

“W-what?” You stutter as Jake looks up at you, surprised.

“Bunny you practically live here as it is, what’s the point in you paying rent for a place you’re not even using?”

“I just, we never officially talked about it. I didn’t want to overstep.” He nods as he deposits the pancake on your

“Well then consider this me officially asking. Bunny, will you move in with me? Well with us.” He turns and reaches down to scratch Pudding’s head where she’s waiting patiently next to him for any scraps he happens to throw her way. “What do you think Princess P? Should we let Mommy move in with us?” She barks at that and you laugh as Jake looks back up, grinning. “What do you say, Bunny? You ready to be a family?” You nod, fighting the tears that are threatening to cloud your vision.

“Yes, I’m ready to be a family, Jake.”

“Well, then why don’t we finish up breakfast and then go get you all packed up? And text your landlord to let him know. If he has any issue with it, I’ll cover whatever fees he asks you to pay for breaking the lease.”

“Jake, you don’t have to do that,” he fixes you with a stern look.

“I don’t have to, but I want to, Bunny.”

“Then you’re going to have to let me cover half the rent for this place or something to make up for it. I can’t stay here for free!”

“Well, you’re going to have to get used to this because I don’t pay rent for this place.” He says with a shrug as he pours more batter into the pan.

“Wait what, why not?”

“I own the house.” Your jaw drops.

“Since when? I thought all of you guys were renting!”

Jake’s cheeks pinken as he admits with a chagrined smile, “I bought it a couple of days after I met you.” You’re gaping at him as he blushes. “Once I knew I could trust you, I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. And once I saw you in my kitchen for the first time? I knew I never wanted someone else to get the chance to enjoy that view.��

“Jake,” your heart aches at his words. “I still can’t stay here for free!”

“Oh, I never said you would be. Daily rent is payable to both your landlords in the form of kisses and cuddles.” You roll your eyes as he winks at you.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Javy haven’t already packed up my entire apartment and you're just waiting for me to actually say yes.”

“Maybe,” Jake muses, and your eyes widen.

“Jake, you didn’t!” He shrugs.

“Don’t worry, Bunny. Javy did all the heavy lifting, I promise. Zam’s already got Facebook marketplace listings ready for whatever furniture you don’t want, so just let her know what to post.”

“JAKE!” He grins.

“What? I just wanted to make things easier for you when you did decide. Don’t worry, I bubble-wrapped all the things from your shrine extra carefully.” You blush at that. “I was thinking we could update it, what do you say?”

You nod, too embarrassed to speak. “Perfect.” He gives you a wink as he turns back to the stove. The stove in your home. This is home. You’re home.

***

You push open the door from the garage. You and Zam just handed off the last of your old furniture to their new owners. You turned in the key to your apartment and you’re officially moved out. Your finger runs over the house key on your keychain. Before it was just Jake’s spare but now it’s yours. You live here now. The house is eerily quiet as you step into the living room. Pudding is curled up on her giant hockey-puck-shaped bed in a sunbeam and Jake’s nowhere to be seen. You hang your keys on the hook that’s now yours and go looking for him. You find him in what was supposed to be a second guest room. The two of you finally finished setting up the bed in the first one, and Zam’s already clamoring for a girls’ night. This one, however, has been notably empty except for a few boxes that you’ve been storing in there as you finish moving in.

It’s been completely transformed when you walk in and your breath catches at the sight. There's a gorgeous hardwood desk in the center that you’d been looking at wistfully while you and Jake had been furniture shopping last week. It was way out of your price range, though so you’d left it behind but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it several times since. Behind it is a luxurious-looking desk chair but what really makes your heart ache is what’s hanging on the wall behind the desk. The coat from your medical school graduation is framed and hanging in the center of the display. Surrounding it are all your certificates and diplomas from school, and sprinkled in are photos of you as well as some of you and Jake together. Tears fill your eyes as you take in the sight.

“What do you think, Bunny? You like it?” You turn to see Jake leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Jake,” your voice breaks and you throw yourself into his arms. “Thank you, I love it.” You whisper into his chest as he holds you close.

“I figured if I get a shrine then you should get one too. After all, you deserve to be celebrated too.” He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“And the desk?” You ask, sniffling as you scrub away your tears.

“I saw you eye-fucking it last week and let’s just say I got a little jealous.”

“JAKE!” You exclaim, slapping his chest playfully and he chuckles.

“I know you didn’t say anything because of the price but I wanted to spoil you.”

“Jake, you always spoil me.” You pout at him, playfully.

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to spoil you rotten.” He says, leaning down to pepper your face with sweet kisses and you giggle, scrunching up your face against the assault.

“Well, you’re very good at your job.” You give him a sultry smile as you hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt. “What do you say I spoil you for change?” His green eyes darken as his grin turns into a smirk.

“Yeah? What do you have in mind, Bunny?”

“I was thinking we could christen my new office.” His eyes are almost fully black as he follows as you pull him inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Sounds good to me.”

***

It’s Tuesday and you’re squirming in your seat beside Dr. Bates. You’re wearing Jake’s jersey under your white coat and you can’t help the way your eyes search for him on the ice as the boys warm up. Tonight’s the season opener and you’re lucky enough to have it at home in San Diego. Jake’s in peak condition. His most recent scans have come back showing his knee to be back to normal and your heart is light.

The stands are packed with fans and excitement is buzzing in the air. The boys are all in good spirits except maybe Bradley, but you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him in good spirits. Zam is wearing a butter yellow skirt suit despite the chilly air in the arena. She’s standing to your right, eagle eyes watching the cameras and press. Then a horn goes off and the boys are skating back to the boards for the opening ceremony. Jake tosses himself down on the bench right in front of you, turning to give you a big grin.

“Hey sweet girl, you ready for tonight?” You grin, reaching to grip his glove with your hand.

“I’m ready, are you?”

“Always, Bunny. After all? We’re a team. Everything else will take care of itself.” You share a soft smile as the lights in the arena dim and you swear your love is glowing in the dark because you can see it shining in his eyes as he turns back to his team. He’s going to make one hell of a captain.

A/N: AAAAA AND WE’RE DONE!!! For those of you who like me aren’t ready to say goodbye to Jake and Bugs, fear not! I have some special holiday oneshots planned for @sailor-aviator ‘s holiday challenge! And, as always, requests are open for anything regarding Jake and Bugs! I’m also going to be holding the second official San Diego Dogfighters Press Conference to celebrate the end of Snitches Get Stitches! There’ll be an official announcement soon but you can start sending in questions for the characters now! I want to say a special thank you to Liz aka @sailor-aviator who’s the one who inspired me to write again for the first time in a long time and has since become one of my dearest friends. Special shoutout to @fanficfandomlove for being one of my biggest cheerleaders throughout this! And of course to the wonderful @roosterforme who’s been a dear friend and patiently waiting for SDD!Bradley ❤️

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Could u do a best friends dad Steve Rogers x reader smut plz if possible🥰

Thank you for the request!<3 hope you’ll like it, let me know!

There is a bit of fluff and of course the smut-with a happy ending! Enjoy<3

If you’re here only for the smut and nothing else, skip to the part where reader gets out of the shower😝 I wanted to keep it short but…I couldn’t.😂 It’s filthy. I feel dirty. ;p

What you deserve

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem.

Her unbelievably hot dad.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: BestFriendsDad!Steve Rogers & Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Age gap [ Steve is in his mid 40s, reader in early 20s], cheating [ from readers Ex], past Steve x Peggy[ not really mentioned] , forbidden / hidden romance, smut, oral f receiving], fingering, unprotected sex [ don’t be silly wrap your willy] p in v, finger sucking, size kink, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, taking pictures/videos, petnames; sweetheart, angel, sweetie , baby

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be some mistakes. Just let me know:)

Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment please<3

I’m taking requests!

18+.

With tears in your eyes you called your best friend. It shouldn’t be that surprising that your -now definitely ex-boyfriend was cheating. You saw the signs. He went out more often, didn’t go on dates with you-the only thing he did was sleeping with you. Not that he was good in bed or anything. You hoped he would change his mind. Maybe fall in love again. Yet a quiet voice told you a while ago it would be better to part ways.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do. Today. Technically it shouldn’t hurt that you caught John balls deep in another woman’s throat-but it did hurt. This showed you how little he cared., because he didn’t even tried to hide he was cheating. He knew you’d be coming back home from your last lecture. Did he want for you to catch them? After you slammed the door behind you, he didn’t even follow you. You felt like someone punched you in your face.

After your best friend, Sarah, picked up, you couldn’t hold back your tears. It’s not like it was your big love or anything-but it did hurt quite a lot. You explained everything to Sarah. She listened for a while and like the amazing friend she was, she offered you to stay at her place. It’s not like you had any other options. You could go to your parents-they lived hours away-and you definitely wouldn’t stay with ex. But there was a small problem.

Her dad.

Her stupidly hot father, you was the perfect example of a DILF.

“I’ll be there in half an hour”, you said before hanging up. A sign escaped your lips. Wondering if this idea was good, you walked to your car. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you should stay at a hotel, but Sarah offered you to stay for the night and you really didn’t want to be alone tonight. Maybe the two of you could just…get drunk or eat ice cream while watching your favourite movies. Or both. You’d be fine with both.

Within a few minutes you arrived at the Rogers’ house. You haven’t really stopped crying, so you knew you looked awful-red and swollen eyes, rubbing nose and trembling lips. In your defence, you’d loved him. Maybe not anymore, but you did once. The two of you were a couple for the past three years. He was the first serious relationship you ever had.

Without looking in the mirror, you grabbed your Bag-which was the only thing you had on you while leaving-and went to the front door.

The door opened a few moments after you rang the bell-you were ready to crush in Sarah’s arms but instead you stood frozen in place.

Steve Rogers.

Mr Rogers opened the door, instead of Sarah, like you expected her to do. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting your gaze drift over his body. Normally you’d seen him in his office clothing-which would made you droll if you hadn’t any self control. But today-probably because it was already late-he was in casual clothes. A tight T-shirt, that showed of his muscular torso-especially his shoulders and pecs. If you’d look any harder you’d probably be able to see his Nipples. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and…wasn’t he wearing any boxers? You didn’t want to know. It was torture enough to see his pecs like that. He was bare feet and it should be as hot as it was. It made him look kind of…like home? Did it made sense? Probably not.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? Sarah told me you’d come over, said it was a emergency”, his voice made your gaze snap back to his face, to his beautiful, blue eyes. Hearing this petname made you feel the butterflies, all poets always talked about. You’ve never felt like that before. Not even with John.

Steve could tell something was off by looking at you. Your tear stained face made his heart clench. He saw you wanted to lie, probably say everything was fine, but as soon as you opened your mouth, a loud sob escaped you.

Steve grabbed your arm gently and put his arms around you, after closing the door. Him hugging you made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t stop the tears, feeling him hug you tightly. His body was much warmer than yours, probably because of the chilly weather outside. It felt nice to be in his arms-you hated yourself for liking it so much.

Steve did the same. He enjoyed this hug way to much. You were his daughter best friend for gods sake. He shouldn’t feel like that.

You two have never hugged like that. It felt…nice. Like you belonged in his arms. You felt like your finally found your safe place.

Quietly crying you held tight onto him. It felt good to cry into his chest. He smelled really good. Like a rich smelling perfume, but also something that you knew was just…Steve.

Slowly you raised your head to Look up into his pretty eyes. You could help yourself-you had to know how his lips tasted. They looked so soft and plump. So kissable.

Before you could do something you’d probably regret, Sarah ran down the stairs. “Oh Y/N, I’m sorry I took a quick shower and just as you rang, I was putting some clothes on and-”, she stopped talking as soon as she saw you in her dads arms. Quickly you stepped back and hugged Sarah instead. You could feel yourself blush. Behind your back Steve’s cheeks also turned red, so he lowered his head.

“Let’s go to your room”, you mumbled in the crook of her neck.

Sarah went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and ice cream. You felt Steve’s gaze on you.

Did he imagined it or did you really wanted to kiss him? He could’ve swear he saw you looking at his lips and back to his eyes. Asking. The your face came closer and-and Sarah, his daughter and your best friend interrupted.

“Y/N…-”, before he could say more, Sarah came back, grabbed your arm and head back to her room. She looked back at her father one more time, with a questioning look.

You spend the next few hours with Sarah in her room, just watching some movies and eating ice cream. But soon she started to yawn. “We should go to sleep-but I’d take a shower first”, you said while stretching your arms a bit. “Yeah, okay. But you have to go down, my shower head is broken and the water pressure is really awful”, she said. Sarah gave you a big t-shirt you could sleep in and two towels. “I’ll be right back.”

With that you stepped out of Sarah’s room and went downstairs. You could hear the tv in the living room, which meant Steve was still up. It kind of made you nervous. Would he talk to you about what happened? Or nearly happened? As quite as possible you went to the bathroom, where you took a quick shower.

After you dried yourself of you put Sarah’s shirt on-

You looked at it for a moment. It was familiar, but you couldn’t tell why. You’ve never seen Sarah wearing it-but

Oh god

But you saw Steve wearing it. She gave you her dads shirt. It definitely was comfortable and big enough for it to cover your butt. You didn’t have anything else, so you had to wear it. Not that you complained. It felt nice to wear Steve’s shirt. It didn’t really smell like him anymore, but it still gave you some comfort.

You left the bathroom in only the t-shirt while you walked barefooted across the floor. Before you got to the stairs you felt a big hand grab your arm and dragged you to a room-Steve’s room. Surprised you turned to Steve. He was close. Really close. He was looking at you down. In his eyes you could see…hunger. The blue of his eyes was nearly gone. Alone the way he looked at you made your pussy throb.

„Yes, Mr Rogers?“, you asked quietly.

Steve let go of your arm, just to put his hand on your hip. „Call me Steve, sweetheart….i hope i’m not imagining it, but if I do just…stop me and we’ll forget about it.“ Your heart started hammering. His other hand found it’s place on your neck. Slowly you could tell he was leaning down. Steve looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. Nodding you put your hands on his chest and let them slide to his neck. This was the only thing he needed before pressing his lips hungry to yours.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heartbeat was going crazy. You could feel your whole body vibrate from excitement. Maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you slipped in the shower and this was some amazing fantasy before dying?

If that’s what was happening you wanted to make the most of it. Feel every part of him. Preferably his cock.

“Fuck me, Steve”, you moaned against his lips, while his hand slipped from your hip to you butt. He squeezed your flesh and pulled you straight against him. A cocky smile overtook his lips. “Oh sweets…of course I’ll fuck you. But first I’m gonna take my sweet time with you. You had a hard day…wanna make it all better. Kiss it better…starting here…” He cupped your heat with one hand. Surprised not feeling any panties he looked down at you. A low moan escaped his lips. You couldn’t keep quiet yourself. “angel, you’re not even wearing underwear? And you’re already so wet for me…so perfect”, he mumbled against your lips.

Two of his fingers started to glide between your folds, collecting some of your wetness, before he started to circle them around your sensitive clit. It made you cry out in pleasure.

“I’m all yours-please just-please”, you didn’t even know what exactly you wanted him to do.

“You know, sweetheart, i never liked that bastard you were dating. Can’t believe you haven’t left him sooner…after the first time I met him at Sarah birthday party last year I could tell he was a dick”, Steve talked like he wasn’t touching your pussy right now. Like he was having a completely normal conversation. It shouldn’t turn you as much on as it did. It seemed like he wasn’t even waiting for an answer. He just continued. “I could tell he wasn’t a good fuck. Seemed like a total douche. Come on, sweets, tell me, how many time did he made you cum the most in one night?”, while asking he slipped both of his fingers in your hole. Moaning you threw your head back. At first you didn’t even realised he asked you something. Only when he stopped did you look up again. “He…I don’t know. He didn’t even tried that often…said it wasn’t easy to make me cum. Apparently I’m taking to long…or something like that…”, you mumbled against his chest. It made Steve chuckle lowly. “What a dick…I’ll show you there is nothing wrong with you, baby. He just didn’t know how to treat such a amazing woman like you”

Steve’s words made you smile lightly. You haven’t heard a compliment in a while.

Once again Steve’s fingers slipped from your hole to your clit. His lips pressed to yours in a fierce kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name. One of your hands gripped his hair and pulled him closer. Steve pushed you against the wall, caging you between his massive body and the bedroom wall.

He towered over you-it made your knees buckle. You’ve never been with someone so much bigger and taller than you. You wondered if his dick would even fit in your mouth or pussy.

God you wanted to feel it.

You wanted to feel the burning of him stretching your tight pussy. This thought made you clench around nothing, while Steve rubbed your bud. “Steve please…”

“Shhh, baby. I’ll make you feel good, I promise”, he mumbled in your ear, still rubbing your clit. If you had to be honest you could feel your orgasm approaching-and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Would he do it either way?

Steve’s fingers circled and rubbed your bud a bud faster-not to fast. It’s like he knew exactly what to do. None of your past boyfriends made you feel this good-especially not in just a few minutes.

Steve knew what to do. He loved pleasuring women. It didn’t matter if it was his ex-wife or the women he had been with after the divorce. He loved taking his partner apart. It made him feel good to pleasure someone else. Especially you, such a sweet, pretty young woman who definitely needed to be taken good care of. He knew he could do that. He wanted to make you cum with his hands, mouth and cock. Make you scream his name…

His neglected dick twitched in his sweatpants. He could stop himself from grinding slightly against your hip. You both moaned at the same time. Steve could tell you were close. Your clit started throb against his fingers-finally he’d see and hear you.

He let his other hand slip to your core and put two fingers in your wet hole and hit your G-spot. You cried out his name, while your orgasm crashed over you. You grabbed his arm tightly and buckled your hip against his hand. “Oh god Steve-“, you moaned in the fabric and bit the fabric to muffle your voice. Steve kissed your forehead. “Yeah, that’s it baby….”, he mumbled in your hair. Still he hadn’t stop moving his hand-his speed increased making you whimper. It was to much-and yet you didn’t want him to stop.

Slowly Steve sank to his knees-and oh god, if this sight didn’t make your knees weak nothing would. The outline of his hard dick was visible. A wet spot where his tip was. Fuck. You wanted to suck him off so badly. Feel him stretch out your throat.

Steve came closer to you, his mouth sliding along your thigh. “You look really pretty in my shirt, you know? Makes you look like belong to me, sweetheart”, he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. “That’s what you want? Be mine? Let others see you in my clothes? So everyone knows your mine? Mine to touch? To fuck? I can feel you throbbing…i know you want it, baby”, he mumbled, while his lips came closer to your core. You can’t remember the last time someone gave you head. Your ex didn’t like to do that.

Steve let his fingers slip out of your hole and let them slide between his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning-and coming for another taste. This time he let his tongue glide along your folds and in your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of your taste. Steve grabbed one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, so he’d have better access to your core. “So pretty”, he mumbled before licking your heat again. The feeling of his tongue in your hole made you moan.

You knew you wouldn’t last much longer. It’s just so soon after your first orgasm and Steve didn’t give you a moment to recover from it. Not even for a few seconds.

He fucked you with his tongue, while his nose bumped against your clit with every movement. “Steve-I’m-I’m close”, you moaned and gripped his hair to pull him closer. He let two of his fingers slid into your pussy and started suckling on your throbbing clit. After a few pumps he added a third finger and curled them-this was all you needed. Your orgasm was intense. So intense, your knees gave out. Steve grabbed you hip with his free hand and let you slowly slide to the floor. A big, cocky smile was drawn in his face. He looked pretty smug about himself. His fingers were still thrusting into your pussy. Your juices made a wet sound with every move of his fingers. This made you blush slightly. You’ve never been this wet. You could actually see some of your wetness glistening on his chin.

“Okay, sweetheart?”, he asked quietly, slowly pulling his fingers out. “Yeah…”, you mumbled. Without thinking you opened your mouth, as you looked at his fingers. You’re behaviour made Steve grin. How could he deny this? He let all three big fingers slid into your mouth.

Instantly you suckled around his fingers, moaning because of the taste of yourself. It made your stomach flutter. Slowly you let his fingers slide further into your mouth, till they hit the back of your throat. Seeing you deepthroat his fingers made his dick even harder, at this point was it painfully hard. “I’m gonna fuck you now, angel…and I can’t Garantie you you’ll be able to walk tomorrow”, he whispered low, while taking his fingers from your mouth. It made your whine quietly. But then you thought about what he said-

He wanted to fuck you. Finally.

Steve could probably see the excitement in your eyes, since he chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I can tell how much you want it…so I’ll give it to you.” He picked you up and carried you to bed.

Within a few seconds you were laying down, him over you. His shirt found it’s place on the floor quickly after. You couldn’t stop yourself from stroke across his abs and pecks. Steve looked like…a damn Greek god. Wow. You didn’t even realised you moaned quietly.

“And your gonna leave this shirt on, sweetheart, so I’ll always think of your tight pussy every time I’ll wear it”, he mumbled, before pushing it bit up, so he had more access to your breasts. Looking down at you; laying on his bed, in his close and with that look on your face could probably make him come untouched. He’d never been with such a beautiful woman like you.

His hand found your breast, playing with your nipple. You could stop the moan that escaped you. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. But you wanted more. “Steve, fuck me-please, please fuck me already”, you mumbled and pushed his sweatpants down, to free his cock.

You knew he’d be big but…

Holy shit.

You shook you head slightly and looked up again. “It’s not going to fit”, you said. Steve only chuckled and let his tip slowly glide between your folds, collecting the wetness. You could already feel how huge he felt against your pussy.

“We’ll make it fit, baby. And you’re gonna enjoy every second of it”, he positioned his tip, with one quick thrust he pushed half of his cock in your tight wet hole. It made him hiss quietly, while you cried out in pain and pleasure-mostly pleasure. The pain added more of it. Fuck he was right. It felt good-and you wanted more. You wanted all of him.

Steve let you adjust for a moment, before slowly pushing in till he bottomed out. Both of you had to take a breath-it was incredible. None of you wanted for it to ever end. If you could, you’d stay in his bed forever-Steve felt the same way.

“Please move-Steve, I need it”, you begged him. How could he not? Steve moved his hips, thrusting hard into you. The slapping of skin on skin and your moans were the only sounds in the room. Steve kissed your breasts and suckled on your nipples. Your hand found it’s way in his hair, while the other one scratched his muscular shoulders and back. You kind of hoped you’d leave some marks on his pale skin. You wanted everyone to see what you two did…

Feeling your tight walls made Steve crazy. You felt so good. So perfect. It’s like you were made for him. He never wanted to be with another woman again. Just you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your pussy hugged his cock perfectly. Steve knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he started to rub your clit again with two of his fingers. It made you crazy.

You could feel him feel you completely. He hit your g-spot with every thrust. Since you’ve already had two orgasm, the third one approached you quickly-but it felt different-you’ve never felt like this before. It felt like-fuck-you had no idea what was happening. “Steve, I think I’m-“, you couldn’t finish your sentence anymore. All of your muscles tensed and trembled, while you felt your juices squirt all over Steve’s dick and thighs. You were pretty sure you blacked out for a moment-at least it felt like that. Steve felt his balls tighten and with a hard thrust he buried himself deep in you, still grinding slightly against you. His own orgasm was unexpected-since he didn’t expected you to squirt all over him. He wanted for you to feel good tonight, yeah, but this….it was so hot. He wished he had this on camera, to see this moment again and again.

“Fuck Baby…you’re so incredible”, he mumbled in your hair, still buried deep in your pussy. Slowly you released your legs from around him and stroked through his hair. You couldn’t say anything. You were completely exhausted. But in a good way.

“You’re not bad yourself”, you laughed quietly, which also made Steve laugh loudly. He slowly shook his head, while slowly pulling out of you. When he looked down at your abused pussy, he could stop himself from slipping two fingers in your hole. His cum and your juices gushed around his fingers out of your hole. It made his dick twitch again, even though he was only half hard.

He pulled out his cum stained fingers and let them slide along your lips. Instantly you opened your mouth but he didn’t let you suck on his fingers. “I want to have you marked up, while I take a picture, baby, that’s okay with you?”, he asked against your ear. You nodded enthusiastically. Steve grabbed his phone and took a couple of pictures of your abused and puffy pussy, that was still leaking with his seed. Then he also took some of your body and face. He could already tell he’d be strong his dock to these tomorrow. You looked at him with a cheeky smile like you knew what he was thinking about. You looked the cum of your lips.

Even though your whole body felt like it was on fire, your couldn’t stop yourself putting legs around Steve again. “I’m dirty Steve…please clean me up”, you said while letting your hand slide to your core and Collecting some of the mess, sucking it then off of your fingers. A load groan escaped Steve. Instantly he dove in. His tongue lapped at your sloppy entrance, till there was nothing of the mess. You whole body trembled and twitched.

After he was done Steve gave you a passionate kiss on the lips and laid down besides you. “I could do this all night”, he mumbled in your hair, while his fingers stroke over your stomach. “Mhm…I’d like that”, you grinned, but sounded rather tired. A smile spread over his lips.

“Some other time, sweetheart. You need some sleep now…let me just change the sheets real quick, okay?“, he whispered in your ear. Steve really hoped you’d stay with him the night. And that it wasn’t a one time thing. He had no idea how it would work, but he’d find a way. He couldn’t just forget about you after tonight.

A few minutes steve had changed the sheets and you laid down with him again. He put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. „You deserve better than these boys…“, Steve mumbled. He hoped you’d understand what he was implying. Slowly you looked up at him. Like you tried to find some kind of answer in his face. Slowly you nodded and grabbed one of his hands. „Someone like…you?“ „yeah, Someone like me“, he whispered back and gave you a tender kiss. It made you melt. God you lov- liked him a lot. After he pulled away you cuddled tightly against him. He immediately put both arms around you and closed his eyes.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, before he chuckled quietly. “What is it?”, you asked, grabbing on of his hands, squeezing slightly. “Nothing just….would you mind me sending John a message telling him how stupid and what a douche he is?”, he asked grinning. You couldnt stop the grin forming on your face. “I would mind it. As long as you add one of the pictures where I’m sucking the cum off of your fingers”, you grinned. Steve laughed quietly in your hair and shook his head. “You’re crazy, sweetheart…but I’m gonna think about it”, he grinned back.

You stayed quiet for a while, feeling the sleep slowly took over you. “Good Night, Steve…”

“Good Night, Angel, sleep well….”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know:)

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⭒𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲⭒

⭒𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐣𝐣 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭.

⭒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬(𝐥𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?), 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :|, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

⭒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝟗𝟖𝟔

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 tiktok

you approached the maybank household with a sigh, pushing back your hair as you made your way to the entrance.

I would say I'm sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time

I have said too much

Been too unkind

jj had gone MIA for a few days now, which wasn’t really a surprise but it was coming close to a week. he was ignoring calls and texts, and wasn’t at his house most times—so you were holding your breath hoping he had come back.

“jayj?” you called, knocking on the paint chipped door that creaked open upon on impact.

it’s not locked, why isn’t it locked?

I tried to laugh about it

Cover it all up with lies

I tried to laugh about it

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

you took it as a sign to let yourself in, eyes immediately wandering around the messy living room that was littered with beer bottles and trash.

“jj?” you called again, your voice slicing through the silence as a loud thud was heard around the corner.

seconds later, the missing blonde you and the pogues had been so worried about came stumbling into view.

“y/n?” he sounded surprised, eyebrows knitted together before his expression quickly morphed into anger.

I would break down at your feet

And beg forgiveness, plead with you

But I know that it's too late

And now there's nothing I can do

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he yelled, voice bouncing off the rickety walls and attacking your ears.

you noticed a bruise on his chin, a bloody cut on his top lip with a matching one above his eyebrow.

his hair was messy with strands sticking to his forehead, dark circles under his eyes.

“i was- w-we were, the pogues, w-were worried about you,” you stuttered out, watching as he shook his head angrily, “you haven’t been answering our calls, a-and, and you just disappeared!”

“and why do you think that?” he spat, eyebrows raising in a sarcastic manor as he waved his hands around.

So I try to laugh about it

Cover it all up with lies

I try to laugh about it

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

“i didn’t want anyone to see me- i didn’t want you to see me!”

his words felt like a knife to the gut, scratch that, to the heart.

never in your entire friendship has jj yelled at you like that, yelled at you period. he treated you differently from everyone else, treated you differently from the pogues.

everyone knew, everyone saw. it made them want to snap and yell out, “just shut up and kiss each other!”

I would tell you that I loved you

If I thought that you would stay

But I know that it's no use

And you've already gone away

“what did i do?” you whispered, only causing jj to get more frustrated by the second. he was practically gnawing on his bottom lip, a bad habit he had picked up along with many others.

“just forget it,” he mumbled, running a hand through his tangled hair before pointing at the door.

“leave.”

“no.”

his blue eyes narrowed towards your figure, mouth opening to say something but nothing came out.

never have you ever talked to him like that, but you could say the same about him.

“what did you just say?”

his voice was thick, tongue like venom as he took a step towards you.

“you need help jj,” you said, frown etching it’s way on your face, “luke is hurting you-”

“stop it!” he practically screamed, hitting the wall next to him, causing you to flinch and step back.

Misjudged your limits

Pushed you too far

Took you for granted

Thought that you needed me more, more, more

you had never been scared of jj until now. he never gave you a reason to be.

he noticed this, eyes softly dropping and mouth slightly agape, “j-just stop it.”

his voice dropped to a whisper, his once beautiful blue eyes filled with light—gone.

there were tears, threatening to spill and flood his broken face.

“please don’t be afraid of me,” he begged, taking another step towards your small figure as you shook your head.

“i could never be afraid of you, j,” you whispered, which was mostly true. he would never hurt you, his emotions just caught you off guard in the moment.

“i’m not like him.”

“you’re not like him,” you assured, a single tear falling down his face as more prepared to follow.

he shook his head, each shake getting more aggressive as he squeezed his eyes shut, hands coming up to tug at his hair.

“i’m not him.”

“j-” your hand reached out to stop his hand from pulling at his locks, jj catching you off guard as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him.

you body collided with his softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he squeezed you tightly. you stood on your tip toes to loop your arms around his shoulders, letting them find home in your neck as his tears decorated your skin.

“i’m sorry,” he sobbed quietly, breath hot against your neck as you shushed him.

Now I would do most anything

To get you back by my side

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

“don’t apologize, jayj,” you whispered, “i’m here—and i’m not leaving.”

he tried to subside his cries, whimpers leaving his lips as a result.

“you’re not leaving?”

you shook your head, fingers running through his hair as your nails scratched the back of his head, a small action you’ve learned calmed him down over the past months.

“i’m not leaving.”

Boys don't cry

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