#when i started writing this morning i was thinking it was gonna be around 1.5K

[lavenoon]

Duck Duck Goose - Canon AU Drabble, ~3.5K Words

Even after all the reassurances, Y/N is still nervous to meet Eclipse. Not that Eclipse will have any of that - he'll reassure them in his own way, if mostly accidentally.

This one was really fun to write, not gonna lie

#post let luce #dcamv #accidentally undercover #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #my fic #hi the idea for this spontaneously grabbed me by the throat yesterday and apparently got away from me #when i started writing this morning i was thinking it was gonna be around 1.5K #will i ever be able to estimate accurately how many words ill write? no <3 #prommy i havent forgotten about the prompts in my ask box #i Will get to them #but until then. enjoy this <3

[theta-walti]

Shy

Summary: R and Lucy are in love but both scared that the other won’t like them back. The team send Lucy to convince R to go to team bonding and ended up her confessing her feeling to R

Warnings: none

A/N: First time Writing Lucy bronze! I really liked writing her! Feel free to send in more requests!

Word count: 1.5k

Every day is the same. You wake up at 6, take a shower, do yoga, make breakfast, and drive to training at 9. You have a routine, and you like to stick to it. You're always on time, never early, never late. When you arrive at training, you walk straight into the changing rooms with your headphones in and start to get changed. Your cubby is just next to Mapi and Ingrid's, and they know not to talk to you in the mornings. It's an unspoken rule that everyone knows: you don't talk to anyone until training starts. If you have extra time, your teammates will often find you sitting in your cubby, reading a book. To you, it has always been like this, and it will always stay like this.

But today feels different somehow. As you go through your usual routine, there's a lingering feeling of unease in the pit of your stomach. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you feel like something is going to happen today, and you don't like that feeling.

When you arrive at the training grounds, you follow your usual routine and head to the changing room to get changed. The atmosphere seems normal, or at least you think it does.

You start to get changed, with your headphones in, unable to hear the discussion going on in the room.

"Do you think she's gonna show up?" Patri asks, sitting in her cubby and trying the laces on her boots.

"She has to; it's team bonding night," Pina answers, glancing at you. You don't notice her; it's like you're in your own little bubble.

"Do you think she knows it's team bonding tonight?" Patri shoots back with a raised brow.

It's true; you're famous for skipping any team bonding nights or gatherings on the team. Usually, you just stay at home and read, no matter how your teammates beg you to go.

"I think she knows, but I bet she'll just say no like last time or the times before," Ona chips in as she ties her hair in a ponytail.

Just after Ona finishes her sentence, you take your headphones off, and the changing rooms become quiet. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the silence; usually, there would be chatting, and the room would be full of noise, but somehow, it's quiet today. It adds to your suspicion that something is happening today that you don't know about. Unknown to your or Lucy, your teammates had set up a plan to confess your feelings to each other, theor plan was to send Lucy to ask if you are going to team bonding night and hopefully you two and talk and sort out your feeling with each other, unknown to all of this you just flashed Lucy a smile and walked out of the changing rooms. Their plan was in place. The first step was convincing Lucy to go ask you if you wanted to go to team bonding night. They all shared glances before someone spoke up.

"So, who's going to ask her?" Patri says, sitting down as they still have some extra time before training starts.

"She'll definitely say no to me," Aitana claims.

"Me too." "And me." "She'll say no to me too," the rest of the team agrees.

"That means we need someone that y/n trusts enough to say yes to," Mapi says, looking around, lost in thought. Next to her, Ingrid notices something. "Lucy has been awfully quiet."

Lucy's head shoots up at her name. "Sorry?"

Patri and Pina start to smirk as an idea comes into their heads.

"You're going to ask y/n if she wants to go to team bonding tonight," Pina speaks up among the two of them.

"No, I'm not. She'll say no, just like the other times."

"How would you know?"

"Why am I the one who is doing it?" Lucy asks, trying to avoid the question.

"Because you're the one she trusts the most," Ona exclaims.

"No, I'm not," Lucy argues back.

"Yes, you are! You two are so close; you're practically in love! It's so obvious," Aitana says, crossing her arms.

"I'm not in love with y/n."

"Oh, don't pretend I'm blind. I see the way you look at y/n, and I see the way y/n looks at you," Patri says, crossing her arms. "In fact, we all see the way you look at each other, plus you spend more time with her than any of us do."

"No, I don't! You can't prove that!" Lucy says, trying to defend herself by denying it, but deep down, she knows that she has fallen for you. Hearing that you like her back, her heart skips a beat.

You and Lucy always partner up together on training days or sit together on the bus. You always put your head on her shoulder when you feel sleepy; whenever that happens, Lucy dares not move and only wakes you up when the bus stops. She's the one who calms you when you're freaking out. You are the person that's on her mind 24/7. So she's pretty sure that she's in love. She is just scared that you like her back.

"I have so much evidence," Patri chuckles as she shakes her head.

"So are you going to do it, Lucy? Are you going to ask her if she wants to go to team bonding tonight?" Frido speaks up, the first time in the changing rooms today.

"Yeah, I do want her to come tonight after all. I'll try my best. If she doesn't come tonight, it will not be my fault," Lucy warns as she starts to walk out of the changing rooms.

Step one done, now on to step two: talk to you and make you realise that you are in love with Lucy.

Ona slipped out of the room silently and went to go find you. She knows that it will be pushing your boundaries. You don't talk to anyone before training starts. Hopefully, you won't get mad at her after this.

She found you jogging laps around the field slowly, she waited till you reached to a certain point of the field and she joined in

"Hi" she said, a bit nervous of what's going to happen

"Hey Ona," you answer back politely while you continue to jog

"You alright?" Ona was really bad at this. She did not think beforehand of what she was going to say, so now she's just stuck at an awkward moment between you and her.

"Yea," you stop jogging and turn to face her. "Is there something you need?"

Ona stopped too as she spoke up, "Are you going to team bonding tonight?" She already knows your answers are going to be no. But maybe she can open the conversation like that?

"No, sorry, l'm busy tonight" you words come out your mouth mechanically, like you have answered this question lots and lots of times before, you have! Hence your reputation on the team.

"Lucy's gonna be there tonight. Are you sure that you don't want to go?"

As Lucy's name has been mentioned, you raised your eyebrow. "What has Lucy got to do with all of this?"

Ona thought for a while. She really hadn't prepared for this. "Errr, maybe you guys can talk? And have fun?"

You got more amused by the second. "Are you saying that you want me to be there because Lucy is there?"

"No! I'm just saying that, errrr, maybe because Lucy is there, you wouldn't be awkward!" Ona exclaimed. The sentences were just on the top of her head, rushed.

"Maybe not, me and Lucy are just friends, l don't think she wants to spend the night with me by her side, anyways, she's got Keira, didn't she?"

Just friends? Nooo, you and Lucy are not "just friends." You guys are practically in love every time you see each other.

"No, Keira isn't coming tonight, so Lucy is all alone, so you should come. Don't want her to be all alone now, do we"

"I don't think she even likes me enough to want me to be there, just leave it, Ona." You are in love with Lucy, of cause you are, and you know that, but Lucy is always with Keira. You know that they were close as they went through England EUROs win together, Lucy will always be closer to Keira than you will ever be to her. You bet that she doesn't even like you that way. Maybe it'll just be another silly like your other ones.

Just ad you, the conversation finished, and Ona left you alone. Lucy spots you on one of the benches on the field, looking sad, she desided to make her way over, a concerned expression on her face, unknown to her the sad emotion was just caused by the subject of her just moments ago.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lucy asks, her voice gentle as she studies you.

You offer her a small smile, trying to push aside your own worries. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… a bit under the weather and not feeling like going out tonight." Knowing it is team bonding night, you felt a bit shy. You don't want to go out. You just want to stay home after a long day of training.

Lucy's gaze softens, and she reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. "I get that. But hey, maybe it'll be good for you to get out and have some fun."

You nod, but the knot in your stomach only tightens. Despite Lucy's reassurance, you can't shake off the feeling of dread that has settled over you.

As the team begins to gather for training, you find yourself retreating into your shell even further. You focus on the familiar routine of warming up and getting ready, avoiding eye contact with anyone around you. But then, just as you're about to slip away into your own thoughts, Lucy appears in front of you, her presence impossible to ignore.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Lucy asks, her voice hesitant but determined. Maybe she finally wants to say what she held off in the changing rooms?

You nod, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbling up inside you. "Sure, what's up?"

Lucy takes a deep breath, her gaze meeting yours with a newfound intensity. "I… I just wanted to say that… I really like you. And I'm scared that maybe you don't feel the same way."

And as you stand there, hand in hand with Lucy, all your fears and anxieties melt away, replaced by the comforting certainty that you have found someone who understands you like no one else ever has. From that moment on, you know that nothing will ever be the same again.

Your heart skips a beat at her confession, and you feel a rush of emotions swirling inside you. "Lucy, I… I like you too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

A relieved smile spreads across Lucy's face, and she reaches out to take your hand in hers and leans in closer. "I'm so glad to hear that. And hey, we don't have to go out tonight if you don't want to. We can just stay in and be together."

You blush and look down, but Lucy gently tilts your chin up to meet her eyes, and your face turns even redder. "Can I kiss you?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. You simply nod, and as your lips meet, it's a short but absolutely magical kiss. You grin as you pull away.

"Come on, let's go back before the others wonder where we've gone."

As you walk back to the field with Lucy, your heart is filled with contentment and happiness. Aitana sees that you're back and starts to approach you.

"So, are you coming to team bonding tonight?" she says with excitement in her voice.

Upon hearing the question, you smile softly and look over to Lucy, who is now talking to Alexia.

"Yeah"

A/N: l hope you enjoyed this! I love Lucy Bronze and will definitely write her again! Thank you for the request! This is Theta signing out! See you next time!

#lucy bronze x reader #woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #spain wnt #ona batlle #mapi león #aitana bonmati #barcelona femeni

[blank-slate-jay]

Can you please do Ellie catching you and Joel kissing? Male reader of course :) Thank you in advance <3

Untold Pair

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship(Ellie doesn't know), Ellie is less savage

A/N : Hey Anon, thanks for the submission. This one's just cute. I hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Ellie sighed heavily, making her way down the staircase. She really wanted to stay home for the day, she hated going to that god awful school she attended. Reading and Writing, Math and Statistics; including having to go multiple times a week. Really? She should be learning how to hunt and better defend herself, she thought. This commune live just wasn't cutting it.

Making her way to the living room, she tosses her bag onto the couch. She might as well fetch breakfast to cheer herself up before leaving. The school wasn't so bad. She at least had Dina, a friend of hers to keep her company during class time. For her, that was the only thing keeping her from skipping classes all together.

She made her way toward the kitchen area, picking up on the stirs and sizzling pan on the other side of the wall. Curious, she makes her away around the corner.

Joel was sitting at the corner and then there was you stationed up at the even. That was surprising to her. You rarely ever got a change to visit due to your workload in the greenhouses. So you being there, so early in the morning, was a warm welcome.

Ellie gasped, calling your name and running up to you. You hadn't even gotten a chance to say or take notice of her before her arms were wrapped around you.

"Morning to you too", you joke, patting the top of her head. “Your food is on the counter by the way.”

She pipes up and turns to look over at the untouched plate next to Joel, a growing excitement running across her face. Eggs and Bacon, "Oh fuck yeah"! She releases you and slides into the seat next Joel. She rubbed her hands together thrilled that she didn't have to eat oatmeal again.

Picking up her fork, she was about to take a stab at her food but Joel nudged her arm. She looks at him and watches as his eyes and head motion in your direction. His face displayed somewhat disbelief, like she had done something wrong. Ellie didn't understand what he wanted from her, couldn't she enjoy herself for once? It clicked for her after a few awkward moments, "OH! Thank you."

You glare over your shoulder at her, nodding as you finish up plating your own food. After your gesture, she begins to gorge down on her food, manners be damned.

Through Ellie's muffled chewing, Joel wipes away at his mouth with a napkin. He pushes himself to his feet and grabs his plate too. He walks over to the sink, dumping his plate in. "You didn't have to do all this”, he says, pointing out your cooking.

You shook your head, your lips curling up, "No it's...I don't mind doing this for you two”. Besides, Ellie told me you tried making my finest last week.”

“Ok,” he starts, feeling put on the spot. He tried explaining, “That was…”

“...a terrible attempt,” Ellie remarks with a satisfied 'mph' as she bites into her food. “I’ll give you props for trying, but man it was burnt to a crisp.” 

He widens his eyes at her, the girl’s focus back on the last bit of food on her plate. She couldn’t just butt in and then leave the older man stranded, left with you glancing at him, awaiting an explanation. 

“She’s funny, ain't’ she?” Joel tried making a smooth recovery but his embarrassment was as clear as day. 

You gave the man mercy, instead of toying with him further, “Next time you need a chef, Miller. Just ask,” you patt the man’s chest, slipping right by him to take a seat. Fuck, he loved when you touched him. 

Ellie finishes up only wishing she could have some more. “Are you gonna come later,” she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. “Don’t think so. Got a lot to do today, probably not getting home until after dark.”

Slightly bummed, she hums, taking out her dismay by pushing her plate away. You just never had the time these days, it was disheartening for Joel and Ellie since you were about the only person in Jackson who made them feel welcomed; aside from Tommy and Maria.

“If it makes you feel better, I can walk you to school,” you suggested, granting you a smile from the girl. Every chance she got was a win. “Joel?” 

The man looked in awe, “Sure I was…going to pick up something at the store anyway”. There was a level of uncertainty behind his voice, a lie perhaps? You didn’t bring it up just happy you’d get a bit more time with Joel. 

They packed themselves to leave, you reminded Ellie to check her bag for all the essentials she needed. She assured you that she had everything she needed, brushing off your concern as ‘parental instincts’.

No matter, the three of you were out of the home and walking through the neighborhood. Each one of you trailing slowly, subconsciously using the snow on the ground as an excuse to keep extending the conversation; to slow down your pace. 

Only thing was, this method only made splitting with you painful. Preventing the inevitable worked that way whether the two liked it or not, you’d be gone for sometime. 

They made a stop on the sidewalk, deep into the town of Jackson where everything was booming with working people. It was time to split and say they're farewells. 

“So, when can we see you again,” Joel asked. 

You shrugged, “I can make time in a few days. Someone should be covering for me sometime this week.” 

Joel nods, rubbing his enclosed hands to warn off the cold and the lonely feeling that'll come about in your absences. Still, he had something, that was better than nothing.

“We should watch a movie, you heard about Vansien Viper 3, everyone at school is talking about it. I really really wanna watch it.” Ellie pronounces.

Your eyes widen, “I’m down. Sounds like it could be good.”

“I’ve heard the first one is good but that the second one sucksss,” she leans her head back to exaggerate her point. 

Joel scoffs, “I’m sure it ain’ that bad. I…haven’t ever finished watching the second one yet but that could work too. We don't have the actual cd, do we?”

Ellie establishes, “Don’t worry about that, I got us covered.”

What did she mean by that exactly, her smug tone made bells go off in Joel’s head, she was up to something. He raised one of his brows, seeing if he could discern her words. “And how exactly do you plan on doin' that," he asked.

The suspicion in Joel was evidently rising, she said more than should’ve been said. It was time to call it quits. Ellie quickly swept you into a hug, completely ignoring Joel’s question. She lets you go before backing away, the girl says goodbye to you, picking up her pace as Joel takes a few steps toward her. He tried to call for her but she dipped around the corner of a building, out of view and completely away from being confronted. Chasing after her would just be embarrassing, especially in front of you.

“Have some faith in her Joel,” you jokingly poked at him. 

He turned to you shaking his head; a smile crawling up his face, “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”

“Whatever she is up to, I’m sure it won’t be troublesome.” 

For all you knew she could be bribing someone into giving her what she wanted, likely mimicking the stories Joel would tell her during his days in the Boston QZ. Joel wouldn’t want her following his old ways.

You let out a heavy sigh, “I should get going though, don’t wanna hold you up much longer.” Ironic you say that since Joel felt it worked the other way around. However, the man's presence was nearly enough to make you discontinue your duties. Joel nodded, upset you had to leave, he wasn’t going to let you go without sharing a kiss. 

He pulls you in by your arms and locks his lips with yours, lingering on your taste knowing he wouldn’t be with you for some time. Standing there, some people were likely looking on momentarily before going about their day. Except for one person, Ellie. 

She pretended to run off, giving the impression that she was off to school. She instead was peaking just around the corner she’d hid behind, curious if Joel had separated from you. The opposite was true, she was witnessing what your dynamic truly was for the first time. You two weren’t just close friends, as she initially believed, but rather lovers. It all made sense though, the small gestures, the look you both gave each other; she must’ve misinterpreted them, somehow.

She pulls herself back into full cover after seeing the both of you release one another. She let the two of you share your moment together, beginning to finally head to school. She couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of your relationship with Joel. Could it mean that you might move in with them, if so then how soon? Ok, maybe she was getting ahead of herself, still her thoughts bombarded her. You and Joel as her guardians, if there was something in the commune she could get used to, that was one of them.

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[landoncrris]

i was thinking, for the actress!reader x mason imagines, would you be able to write one where she's got one of those 73 questions with Vogue interviews and she gets mason to answer some of the questions with her or something and it's just really cute and when it gets uploaded to the vogue youtube channel they watch it and look at the comments together and they're both really happy bc there's a really positive reply to the interview and everyone loves them together as a couple xx

i loved loved loved loved this request since the day i got it so i’m so sorry that it took me so long to write but it was a hard one! so i just hope you like it <3 though it’s not my best because i got out of practice

the “it couple” - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

notes: italics indicate scene from the interview

word count: 1.5k

gif by @masnmount

“So, what are we watching today?” asked Declan as you, he and Mason sat on your sofa. Since Declan had stayed over at your place after they came back from a game together, as you were good friends with him too. Despite his question, he clicked around on the controller and opened youtube.

“Let’s do a quiz.” muttered Mason, stuffing a handful of crisps into his mouth, claiming that now the season was over he had earned one or two cheat day’s.

“What kind of quiz?”

“I don’t know, like a country quiz. Or a marvel quiz.” he finished his sentence with a smirk, avoiding the two pairs of eyes that were suddenly on him. But his love for these films was always endearing to you, especially when he started gushing about them and taking pride in his knowledge.

“Sure, so you can win? Nuh-uh, not gonna happen.” you grabbed the bag of crisps from Mason’s lap and grinned as he looked at you with a frown. After popping a few ones in your mouth as well, you put the bag back on his lap. But not without wiping the crumbs from it on your finger on his nose, which made him groan in annoyance. He then turned his head and watched the smile on your face turn into a giggle as he nudged his nose against your cheek.

“Guys, get a grip.” Declan groaned from the other side of the sofa, he was getting used to you two acting like this but that didn’t mean it didn’t annoy him sometimes. He was still searching around bored on the front page of youtube trying to find a video. And was already on the verge of closing the app and going to Netflix until he found something.

“We’ll definitely watch this.” he began the video, but paused it again to get something to drink from the kitchen. From there he heard Mason groan, throwing his head back on the pillow.

“This is probably so embarrassing.” he whined, because it was the first time he had been in such a big interview. He raised his head again and looked at the screen showing your front door and the title “73 Questions with Y/N Y/L/N (ft. Mason Mount)”, which already made him cringe a little, but also filled him with pride when he read your name.

“Even more of a reason to watch it then.” Declan said, slumping back onto the sofa.

“No, you did great, Mase, don’t worry.” you gave Declan a look, knowing how much convincing it had taken to get your boyfriend into this video in the first place. Your hand made its way into his hair as you nestled your body against his side, getting into a comfortable position to watch this video.

It started with you opening the door and answering questions about your day until you waved the interviewer in and got them a glass of water. “The last person you called? And what did you talk about?” he asked as you fetched a glass from the cupboards, laughing a little at the question.

“I called my boyfriend Mason to ask him to make me a coffee because I was too lazy to get up.” you admitted, laughing and shaking your head when the interviewer asked you if you’re not a morning person then.

“But he’s actually home right now if you want to talk to him.” you handed him the glass of water and tried to initiate what had already been planned. Because they knew that having Mason in the video would generate even more positive reactions, as everyone seemed to be obsessed with how sweet your relationship was.

“Ooohh, here we go.” Declan drummed his hands on his knees as he watched you over the screen walk up the stairs, answering a few more questions about your job in the meantime. “Great acting, guys.” he added as you opened the door to Mason’s gaming room, where he was sitting in front of his computer, giving the impression that he was playing a video game.

“Yeah, okay, we’ve seen enough.” Mason’s cheeks flushed and he tried to hide his lower face in his hoodie as he watched himself greet the interviewer. The way he was embarrassed at public attention or things like that always made you smile, causing you to lift your head and press a kiss to his nose.

Mason turned around in his gaming chair and smiled at you as you sat down on one of his legs. Honestly, just trying to keep this video as real as possible, as you would’ve done exactly that without the interviewer as well. In response, Mason pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

You could almost hear Declan rolling his eyes because you were both acting so lovey dovey. “You should have kept that hair, it looked so pretty.” you pouted, pointing to his long hair in the video. Now, on the other hand, he cut most of it off, and just hummed in response as he was too focused on the screen.

“Still renovating, I see?” the interviewer asked, moving the camera so that everyone at home could clearly see the empty shelves in Mason’s gaming room and half his shoes on the floor. “Yeah, we only moved in a few weeks ago, so you’re one of the first to see the house like this.” Mason let out a breathy laugh as he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking that this kind of mess probably didn’t make the best impression.

“First time living together. How’s it been?”

“It’s been great. We already spent all our free time together before we moved in together, so it’s not that much of a difference.” Mason replied, trying to keep it short and squeezed your side as he spoke.

“Just say you’re obsessed with each other.” Declan commented once again on the scene playing out in front of him, to which you both just rolled your eyes.

“Y/N, what do you hate about living together?” You had to think for a moment, because living with Mason was as beautiful as you always imagined it would be. “Probably the fact that I have to do his laundry.” you joked, because it was known that Mason’s mother did his laundry even when he already lived alone.

“And one thing you love?”

“Definitely him cooking for me. His pancakes are fantastic, you really must try them.” Mason laughed at this, but raised his eyebrows, proud of the compliment.

“And Mason one thing you love?”

“Just spending time together. We are both always working and have hardly seen each other, but now at least I can see her for a while before I go to work or fall asleep.” he said sheepishly, to which you nodded because you felt the same way about him.

“You mentioned work. How much does the support of Y/N mean to you?” the interviewer finally asked, at which point your gaze fell on Mason, curious to hear exactly what he would say, even though you already knew how he felt about it, since he thanked you for it all the time.

“That means everything to me. Just knowing that she’s there, supporting me no matter how I play and telling me every day how proud she is, gives me so much motivation. I wouldn’t have come this far without her.” replied Mason, looking into your eyes for a short moment with a dopey smile on his face. Before the interviewer thanked him, at which you pressed a quick kiss to Mason’s temple, leaving him to “keep playing his game” before answering more questions yourself.

“You did great bro, I’m proud of you.” Declan gently patted him on the shoulder as the video ended. Reminding Mason that he was in that video after forgetting about it because he was busy watching you laugh on the screen for the past fee minutes.

“Me too.” you said and lifted your head to kiss him once more on the cheek. Declan then turned away, not wanting to see whatever you were doing next to him. Instead, he took his phone from his side and opened the video there to look at the comments.

“I’m so jealous, I want what they have.” said Declan after a few moments, snapping you and Mason out of your bubble, “Not me. You’re annoying.”

“What?” Mason laughed, not understanding what he was getting at, but not getting an answer. This led to you both looking at each other questioningly.

“The way he looks at her is so sweet. You can just see how much he loves her. Gross.” Slowly you understood that he was reading out the comments under the video while swiping up with his thumb. At the recent comment, Mason’s cheeks turned slightly red once more as he mouthed to you that it was true.

“Basically, everyone wants what you have and says how cute you are.” Declan grumbled, tossing his phone aside and looking over at the two of you to see you smiling at him. Mason’s head rested against your cheek as he muttered a, “They’ve got a point.” before changing the subject.

“Anyway.” he sat up and took the controller from Declan’s hand, “now it’s time for a Marvel quiz.”

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[foolforharrry]

Where Were We?

Summary: Harry has been couped up in his office with meetings all day and you're craving attention

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), teasing, orgasm denial

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. And if you have any requests, I'd be more than happy to try and write them

Let me know if you want a part 2

Thank you to @harryistheonlyoneforme for the idea :)

Harry had been busy with meetings for the past four hours. Holed up in the office with his computer out as he was discussing various topics regarding his new album. Which he still won’t tell you the name of.

The little tease.

You’ve tried busying yourself with scrolling through tiktok. But that gold old pretty fast. Now the laundry is handled and you’ve run out of excuses to peak your head through the open door to get a sneak peak of what your husband is working on.

Harry had woken you up this morning with soft kisses all over your face before telling you that he had a lot of meetings he had to attend for his upcoming album.

Important meetings, he’d said.

After standing in the doorway for about three minutes, Harry finally notices your presence, smiling softly at you before redirecting his attention to the man he is talking to, snaping back in the conversation immediately.

His brown curls are pinned away from his forehead by one of the small clips he is always carrying around with him. His upper body covered in a knitted lilac sweater. But since the only thing in view is pretty much from his chest and up, he didn’t feel it necessary to put on anything other than a pair of black briefs.

His long, tan legs completely bare underneath the desk. His knees pointing outwards from how he is crossing his ankles.

The sight of his tiger tattoo inked across the powerful muscles gives you an idea.

The desk is pretty tall and lucky for you doesn’t have any drawers. So with Harry’s voice in your ears talking about things you don’t really understand, you make you way over to the edge of the desk before you drop to your knees.

You can practically feel Harry’s eyes bore into you when you crawl underneath the furniture. The carpet is definitely going to be uncomfortable against your bare knees, but you couldn’t give five fucks about it as you situate yourself on your knees right in front of him. His lap is at eye level with you.

Harry swallows audibly when you make eye contact with him, making you blink innocently at him.

When you lean the side of your face against the inside of his left thigh, he clears his throat, “I’ll mute myself for a second, mate.” You hear him push a button. Then another. Likely turning off his microphone and camera as you slide your hand from his knee and to the bottom of his briefs, lifting it up before letting it smack back against his thigh.

“Am I interrupting anything, my love?”, you ask. Knowing damn well that you are.

Harry tilts his head back, inhaling a deep, controlled breath before he suddenly grabs your wrist, pushing your hand away from his crotch. “What do you think you’re doing, y/n. I’m in a fucking meeting.” He hisses in an attempt to sound bothered. But the way his pupils are blown to the point where there is hardly any green left in his irises and his briefs are tightening significantly tells you that he is anything but.

Plus. The idea of getting caught has always been a major turn on for the both of you. Whether it’s having sex in the bathroom stall of a packed restaurant or Harry answering the phone and making you hold up a conversation while eating you out like his life depends on it.

“Do you want me to stop?” You kiss the soft skin on the inside of thigh, watching as the wheels turn in his head. “Cause I could get up and wait for you to finish. Or I can make you finish right here. Up to you.”

Harry smirks at you. That devious smirk that means you’re gonna be in big trouble. “You better get started then, princess. I’ve probably only got a couple minutes left before I can find an excuse to hang up.”

“Better get to work then, big boy.” Harry shakes his head at you, bending far enough to press his lips against yours, murmuring ‘I love you’ before straightening up. Without waiting for you to say it back, he clicks the buttons again.

“Sorry about that, Dean. My wife needed help with something. Where were we?”, he speaks effortlessly as he slips back into the conversation.

You give him almost a minute, not moving a muscle as you watch him discuss the track list for his new album. Gesturing with his hands as he talks the same way he always does. But when you do move, palming him over his briefs, you notice how he stops mid-sentence. His eyes flicking down to meet yours momentarily before he is able to collect himself again.

He is already rock hard, his cock straining against the cotton material of his underwear. The thought of you getting him off when one slip up would expose what you two are doing to his colleague had excited him more than you thought it would.

And you can’t lie and say that you’re not throbbing yourself.

“So you’re sure about switching out Sunny Dream for Cinema?”, Dean double checks something they seem to already have discussed. Harry nods, humming in agreement with a sly smile on his face.

He better not be planning some stunt to make you cry like a newborn baby the way he did when he was working on Fine Line.

You tap his hip, tugging on the waistband of his briefs to get him to lift them off the chair so you can get them off him. And he does, trying his best to be discrete about it changing positions entirely. He scoots the chair back just a little bit, folding his arms on his desk as you drag his brief down his legs. His erection hard and red at the tip from the blood flowing through the veins running along the sides of his dick.

You scoot further between his legs as you wrap your hand around his massive dick, barely putting any pressure. Swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip, you use it as lubricant when you start stroking him more firmly.

Harry struggles more and more to stay focused. His face starts to gain a more colour when you go from chaste kisses to the smooth skin on inside of his thigh to leaving small love bites for your eyes only.

With a smug grin on your face you lick a stripe from the base of his shaft, along the velvety skin before swirling your tongue around his tip.

Instead of taking him in your mouth immediately, you decide to tease him some more.

Fondling his balls in your small hands as you press light kiss from the head of his cock and back down the length of him again. You notice how Harry’s hands are starting to get more fidgety until they eventually drift into your hair to pull your head back up. His fingers pull at your hair hard enough for a delicious, sharp sting to travel from your scalp and down your spine.

You comply with what he wants you to do, wrapping your lips around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you slide your mouth further down his shaft.

The effect you have on Harry is making it difficult to not moan out loud, not wanting to make Dean aware of what’s happening just outside of the camera’s view.

Just Harry’s wife with her mouth on his dick. No biggie. No biggie at all.

After working him with your mouth for a couple of minutes, the words they’re speaking not registering in your mind, you pull off him, the string of saliva connecting you breaks after a few seconds.

The muscles in Harry’s thighs twitch as his free hand grabs your jaw to part your lips again, his fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks.

You take that as a sign that he is starting to get frustrated with your teasing. Which means that he is exactly where you want him to be.

To rile him up even more, you completely retract your touch from his skin. Sitting back on your ankles so you can start crawling from out under the desk without a word.

Harry stops mid conversation, his hard stare burning into the back of your head as you saunter out of his office, making sure to sway your hips for him.

“Do you have everything you need?”, Harry asks Dean, a new sense of urgency in his tone that wasn’t there before.

The second he has the confirmation that he needed, Harry is saying his goodbyes and thank you faster than you’ve ever heard him speak before.

You slam the door shut behind you, your heart suddenly beating faster in your chest as the nerves start settling in. Quick footsteps down the stairs and for the front door, heavier, steady footsteps behind you.

Now why the fuck did you think this was a good idea?

You gasp when you’re being dragged backwards by your wrist. Your back collides with something solid as Harry’s hissing in your ear, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, darling?”

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[rayslittlekitten]

It Doesn't Get Easier

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: This took me a day and a half and TONS of tears to write. Thanks to @carni-val and @lovebarefootblonde for looking at this for me.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairing: Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: Will opens up to Lucy.

Contains: hurt/comfort, a teeny angst, fluff

“No, daddy! I don’t wanna go!” Lucy sobbed as she clung onto Will’s hand for her life.

“Lucy, baby,” Will crouched down to her level. “You have to. I promise to pick you up later, okay? It’s only for a few hours.”

“No, I wanna go home, daddy!”

Lucy was bawling and it was getting harder for Will to drop her off at her first day of kindergarten. You were supposed to go with them to see her off, but you had an early meeting that morning that you couldn’t move and it crushed you. Will knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he didn’t think it would be this hard. His heart broke seeing her like this. He wanted nothing more than to just take her home with him, but he couldn’t.

“You’re gonna have so much fun playing and making friends,” Will said, trying to get her excited.

“N-n-no!” Lucy shook her head as she hiccupped.

“Lucy, we talked about this yesterday. I know it’s scary but you’re going to be fine. I need you to be a big girl today, okay?”

“Noooo!” Lucy cried while she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I don’t wanna!”

Will took deep breaths as he fought the dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Lucy, baby, look at me,” Will said as he looked into her eyes. “Daddy is going to be right out here waiting for you when you get out. I promise you, okay?”

Lucy didn’t respond. She just stared at Will as she continued to cry.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Will scooped her up in his arms, and she wrapped hers around his neck as she cried into his shoulder.

He rubbed her back to soothe her and then walked up to the school entrance.

"I am so sorry, my daughter is…"

“It's okay. We’re used to this kinda stuff,” one of the staff said to Will. "I know change and being away from their parents can be hard for kids, especially their first time."

Will nodded.

“Hi there, little girl. What’s your name?”

Lucy didn't answer. She just stared back at her.

"Her name's Luciana Miller," Will answered. "Say hi, Lucy."

"Hi," Lucy quietly croaked out.

"Hi, Lucy. I'm Miss Diaz," she waved.

"Miss Diaz here is going to be with you today, okay? She's gonna show you all these cool things," Will said.

"I heard you like to draw and paint. I like doing that too," Miss Diaz added.

"You wanna go do that?" Will asked and Lucy nodded.

Will let Lucy down, but she was still clinging onto him, pulling at the drawstring of his hoodie. He crouched down.

“How about this? You can take daddy’s sweater,” Will unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off. “So you can give it back to me later, okay? Can you take care of this for me?” Will asked, handing his hoodie over to her.

Lucy looked at it and then slowly took it from him. She hugged it close to her little body and nodded. She was still frowning, but she wasn't crying anymore.

“Pinky promise?” Will offered him his little finger. Lucy could barely hook her tiny finger around his and he shook on it.

"Okay," Will pulled her in for a hug and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Lucy.”

Will held her a little tighter and a little longer.

“Kisses and hugs are from mommy too,” Will added and pulled away after a moment. “Miss Diaz here is going to take you to your classroom, okay?"

Miss Diaz gently took one of Lucy's hand in hers and tugged on it,

"Come on, Lucy."

Lucy looked up at Miss Diaz and then over to Will.

"Go on. Go with Miss Diaz," Will nudged.

Lucy started moving when her teacher did, following her hesitantly and then looking back at Will. Will got to his feet and waved at her.

“No, no, no! Daddy! Daddy!” Lucy shrieked and wailed while she reached out for him as she got pulled further away. “Daddy!”

His brows formed a wrinkle between them as his eyes got wet. He sniffled and wiped his nose.

***

There is a light rap on the door.

“Who is it?” Lucy shouts. There are only two possibilities, but she asks anyway.

“It’s me! Can I please come in?” Will answers.

Lucy rolls her eyes and huffs. Ever since all the drama from last night, Lucy's stayed in her room with the exception of using the bathroom and quickly grabbing something from the kitchen to snack on. Meanwhile, Will kept himself busy with errands and chores while rehearsing over and over again what he is going to say to Lucy.

"Come in," Lucy replies.

The doorknob turns slowly and the door opens. Will pops his head in to find Lucy laying down on her bed on her laptop. She pauses the music and sits up on her bed.

"Hey, sweetheart," Will greets.

"Hi, dad," Lucy shoots back with absolutely no enthusiasm at all. "Am I grounded from doing homework too?"

Will steps in further and sits on the edge of her bed next to her, giving her adequate personal space. 

"Listen, I'm very sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have handled the situation the way I did. I was acting on emotions and that’s unfair to you,” Will starts. 

“Yeah it was,” Lucy jabs.

“However, it's not to say I am okay in any way with what you did. What you pulled was absolutely reckless but I am relieved you and Gary are okay. I’m more upset that you lied to me and your mom than you cutting school.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” Lucy mumbles as she looks away. “I didn’t mean to worry you and mom.”

“I understand if you're still mad at me. I'd be mad at myself too. I did a lot of dumb things when I was your age and your grandfather was not crazy about that either, but I understand where he came from now," Will nods. “I've admittedly been acting like a huge dick lately and pushing you away, but - not that it’s an excuse - it's because I'm scared."

“Scared of what?" Lucy asks.

"Scared of losing you, scared you'll forget me. You're growing up way too quick for me and I didn't know what to do with those feelings so I took them out on you, and that was wrong of me,” Will explains. “You’ve been my whole life for the last 18 years and it’s gonna be really strange not to see you everyday, not to talk to you, not to hug you.”

"Dad, how could I ever forget you? I couldn't even if I tried," Lucy shuts her laptop closed and shifts her undivided attention to him.

"I'm also scared for you," Will emphasizes. "I can't be there to protect you. Sure, I can send you money if you need any, but I can't physically be there for you if something happens, at least not right away."

“Actually, I've been scared too. What if I’m not good enough? What if no one likes me? What if I don’t make friends? What if it's the most miserable time of my life?” Lucy asks. 

"What if you see your potential, meet some cool people and are loved, and have the best time of your life? You are good enough. You’re more than enough. There's a reason you got accepted," Will points out. "And if you truly don't like it, you can always come home, sweetheart. You just say the word and I'll buy a plane ticket for you."

Lucy throws a smile at him and he does the same. He then leans in and reaches for a hug. Lucy wraps her arms around his torso and leans into him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I don't wanna keep pushing you away. I don’t like where we’ve been. I love you too much. I'm gonna miss you so much," Will says while gently rocking her.

"I love you and I'm gonna miss you too," Lucy replies, pulling him in a little closer. "I wish you could come with me."

"Me too," Will rubs his cheek against the top of her head. "You know you can always call me or text me anytime. I don’t care what time it is.”

“I guess, but it’s not the same.” Lucy pouts.

“Well, you can still take a part of me with you."

"What do you mean?” Lucy pulls back. 

Will unzips his hoodie and shrugs if off.

"You can borrow it." He hands her his hoodie.

"Dad, this is your favorite hoodie."

"Yeah, it is. So take good care of it for me, will ya?" Will winks.

Lucy holds his hoodie against her chest and she smiles.

“Thank you, daddy,” Lucy hugs him again and melts into him.

“Of course,” Will kisses her temple. “Anything for my Lucy Moosey.”

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[printedpeterparker]

The Serving Suitor (2)

Masterlist || Part 1

Pairing: Server!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader (at least they used to be)

Type: AU Two-Shot

WC: 4k

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI ( 18+ only), oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, breeding kink, swearing, fluffff oof

Summary: The one where it’s been 5 years since Y/N chose Bucky over the kingdom

Note: Part two as requested and I haven’t written smut in a while so go easy on me. And if you are feeling generous and like any of my writings, leave me a tip on my page so I can afford graduate school! Also thank you so much for 1.5k followers!

You felt the warmth of the blinding sun dance on your face. At least it was warm though. After the long winter, you were relieved when you didn’t have to leave the fireplace blazing every night. Usually you would feel the warmth of Bucky on your back regardless if it was the winter or not; he was basically like a roaring fire himself. But you didn’t feel him now— just the coolness of the sheets.

You slowly opened your eyes to look around the small room. You rolled over to be met with the best sight.

Bucky.

Your Bucky with your youngest son, Liam Barnes, in his arms as he slowly rocked him in your nursing chair that he built as soon as he found out you were pregnant years ago. Liam wasn’t sleeping, staying up for most of the night. This often led to crying in the middle of the night. Usually, this would wake you and Bucky up, but Bucky had gotten to him first last night you remembered. Bucky’s eyes were barely open as you watched Liam peacefully sleep in his arms, his little mouth agape. 

You could hear small footsteps in your house, signaling to you that your day was already in motion. You could hear them begin to approach at a quick pace.

“Mommy!” That was loud enough to wake Bucky up as well. Your twins ran into the room and jumped on your bed. Audrey and James Jr both were as loud as they were rambunctious. You loved them dearly, but you couldn’t wait for them to begin school next year.

“Oh, my darlings,” you cooed as you wrapped them into your arms, bringing them close. “Why don’t you guys gather the eggs from the chickens this morning, so I can make you guys some breakfast?” They quickly nodded before leaving just as fast as they came.

“You know, Aubrey and James are gonna break at least 3 of those eggs,” Bucky sighed as he placed Liam back in his crib. He sat back on the bed before kissing your forehead. 

“I know, but they used to break 5; I call that progress,” you chuckled. You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek, admiring your husband. Men weren’t allowed to grow facial hair if they served in the palace, but as soon as you and Bucky left, he started focusing on building a new family home on the countryside. You loved it though. “Morning, my love.”

Bucky slowly brought his lips to yours, leaving his mark as he did every morning, “Morning.” Bucky couldn’t believe his luck when you said yes to him all those years ago. Everyday felt like a dream, even the hard ones. “I was gonna head down to the shop, but some breads on display before we open later. Once you get the kids ready, do you wanna meet me down there to hang out with Steve’s kids, maybe bring those cookies you made for the bakery?”

“Ah, I don’t Buck. Do you really think they’re that good?”

Bucky chuckled and patted his belly, “Darling, I’ve been eating them for months. You’ve single-handedly started fattening me up with those things.”

Between the laborious work Bucky had been doing for the last five years in order to build a store and home and the amazing cooking you’ve been doing, he had beefed up quite a bit. Bucky was actually surprised about how well you cooked considering you didn’t have to lift a finger for most of your life. But you loved his new physique.

You smiled and nodded, “Okay, okay, I’ll bring them down and we can see how many we can sell.”

“Perfect,” he whispered before planting a kiss on your lips again. “I’ll see you in town then.”

After getting yourself and your three children ready, the four of you began ending down into the town. Surprisingly, when you renounced your throne five years ago, the news spread, but truthfully, not many of the citizens knew what you looked like. Sometimes when you told people your first name, they would jokingly ask if you were the princess; you’d laugh along but never answer. But at least, you had cousins in line to the throne. You knew any of them would make great leaders. 

To your dismay, your parents completely cut you off. They never answered the letters you sent them; you weren’t even sure that they were reading them. You were completely honest in those letters. You admitted how you fell for Bucky, how you moved to the countryside, how you had a bakery in town, and about their grandchildren. You wanted your kids to know their grandparents, especially since Bucky’s parents had already passed.

As you walked through the village, the entire town was bustling. You had Liam in a stroller with the cookies in your hand as well. You always had Aubrey and James hold hands with one of them holding on to your skirt as you walked. Your little family did this until you reached the bakery. As soon as you guys entered and your twins saw their father, they immediately ran to him. They tackled their father making Bucky hit the floor with the cleaning rag. But he wasn’t a bit upset. Bucky was washing the outside of the display, but he was a sucker for his kids. 

“Woah, you guys are getting stronger everyday,” he laughed. “What is your mother feeding you guys?” he pretended to whisper, making the children laugh.

“I’m gonna be strong like you someday, daddy!” James told his father, flexing the small little muscles he had.

“I wanna be strong like daddy, too!” Aubrey complained, mimicking her brother. “Can I?”

“Of course you can, baby. You both can,” Bucky reassured as he picked them both up. “But you are gonna have to eat your vegetables every day.”

They both groaned in a dramatic fashion. “Hey, hey, I don’t make the rules,” Bucky claimed as he set them both down. “For now though, why don’t you guys finish up those pictures you were working on yesterday so me and your mother can hang them up, alright?”

The twins both nodded before retreating to the back to finish their paintings. You were just enjoying the show as you rolled Liam right behind the counter— the show being watching Bucky with his kids. It was enough to make you want him to put another baby in you right in this bakery. 

“You look fucking gorgeous, darling,” Bucky whispered so he wasn’t in hearshot of the twins. He kissed your lips once more, pulling you in closer by your waist. It was such a deep kiss considering it wasn’t even the middle of the day yet. You definitely weren’t complaining though. 

“I look like this everyday,” you muttered against his lips, pulling back a little.

“I know, and you looked just as amazing on those days, too,” Bucky smirked before landing another kiss on your lips. “But I know Steve’s kids have been begging for a sleepover with ours, and he even agreed to watch over Liam tonight too. So, I was thinking maybe we could get some dinner, spend some well deserved time together perhaps.”

You felt your heart flutter. It had been months since you and Bucky had some alone time together. Liam was almost a year old, and you both loved your kids, but the romantic flame you kindled was dull most nights.

“That sounds amazing, Buck,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But let’s open the bakery before the bread goes stale,” you joked.

The day went smoothly. Customers came and went, buying your baked goods and breads. Many also bought the cookies you were so concerned about. In fact, you had sold every bundle of cookies before the end of the day. Your customers knew anything coming out of the Barnes Bakery was always going to be delectable even if they had never tried it. Everyone knew you and Bucky were good for it.

At this point, your bakery had become a staple in the community. Many had commissioned your bakery to make wedding cakes, birthday cakes, and other goods for events in the town. The business was everything you could have dreamed of, and building it with Bucky only made it more surreal.

Bucky had gone to drop off your kids at Steve’s a bit ago while you closed up shop for the day. You were packing the fresh bread that you had baked a while ago in the back. You weren’t expecting to bake so much today, but your bread was quickly selling out; you had to stock it for tomorrow.

You heard the bell ring, alerting you that someone had entered the bakery. Next came the heavy steps that you often associated with your husband coming towards the back. You heard him push the door open and groan.

“May I help you, dear?” you sweetly asked as you placed the bread on the cooling racks.

“No need, love,” you heard Bucky from behind you. “Just have a beautiful view of your perfect backside.” You felt Bucky’s hands on your hips, his hot breath in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but to lean into his touch, already feeling yourself pool in your underwear.

“Buck…”

“I have something for you. Don’t look,” Bucky whispered in your ear. You obeyed yet  you could hear the clanging of something as Bucky pulled something out of his pocket. “Hold still,” he told you.

You felt coldness run across your clavicle. You looked down to see a simple blue sapphire necklace resting on your chest. You gasped and placed your band on the stone. 

“Oh, my God, Bucky. I— this must’ve cost a fortune,” you stuttered out, finally turning to him. “How did you possibly afford this?”

“Steve was actually able to cut me a decent deal, darling, but don’t worry about that,” Bucky told you. “It’s an anniversary gift.”

You furrowed your brows and chuckled, “Our anniversary isn’t for another three months.”

“While that’s true, this is the anniversary of my first day working in the palace aka the first day I got a glimpse of my future…you,” Bucky shyly smiled. He looked at you with softened features. He almost looked like he was going to propose again. “Actually, the first thing you said to me was—”

“I think this necklace clasp is stuck in my hair. And you helped me get the gaudy necklace out of my hair,” you chuckled. “We were just teens then.”

He nodded, “We were, and it was gaudy, yes, but it had sapphires in it. This is definitely a simplified version of it, but it reminds me of the beginning— something I never wanna forget.”

Tears were already brimming your eyes before you pulled your husband into a heated, desperate kiss. Bucky’s hands were quick to attach to your waist, pulling you close. He also backed you into the counter, allowing you to grind on his thigh. You let out a soft moan into your husband’s mouth, giving him access to a deeper kiss. 

You were desperate for more contact. You were yearning for Bucky’s touch and have been for months. Bucky’s lips moved down to your neck, slightly nipping at your skin. Although the bakery was closed, you didn’t want to moan out too loudly in fear someone would hear.

“I need you, Buck,” you begged, tugging at his shirt. “It’s been too long.”

Bucky inhaled sharply against your neck. It’s been awhile since he’s heard you beg for him, and it made his cock engorge. He rutted against you, desperate to take you right against this counter that he had just reinforced not too long ago. 

“As much as I would love to take you, my beautiful wife, on this counter until you can’t move, I’d rather have you in the comfort of our own home. Treat you like the queen you are,” Bucky groaned against your neck before picking you up. You squealed as your husband picked you up bridal style to carry you out of the building.

Bucky didn’t carry you all the way home. You told him you wanted him to save his strength instead. Besides, it was a twenty minute walk. But by the time you both entered the house, all bets were off.

By the time you both passed through the threshold, you both already lost your shoes and had Bucky’s shirt off. The both of you were acting like drunken teenagers who finally were out of the gaze of their parents. Bucky was quick to undo your blouse and your bra, letting them drop to the ground. 

“I think dinner can wait. Don’t you think, love?” Bucky growled as he led you to the bedroom. You quickly nodded in agreement with your hands on his chest. “All I want is to rediscover every way I can make you squirm. Lay down, darling.”

You did as you were told, admiring the man before you. For the last five years, Bucky couldn’t believe you were his wife, his to adore and pleasure. “You just look so beautiful, love.” Bucky lips pressed against your chest repeatedly, leaving a trail across your breasts until dragging his lips across a nipple. You gasped at the contact, receiving a smirk from your husband. He gave both breasts that attention of his lips before working your breasts with his large hands. You took a deep breath, attempting to contain your moans. 

“Let me hear you; no one’s here but you and me,” Bucky muttered against your skin, moving south down your body. 

“Bucky, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, running your fingers through his dark, thick hair.

“I need to take my time with you,” Bucky growled, hiking up your skirt. He let one finger drag along your folds, getting soaked in your juices. Your hips bucked in response, looking for more contact. “And I can tell how needy you already are, love.”

Bucky massaged your folds, allowing a finger to press on your clit. You grinded on his fingers, praying one would slide into your warm center. Your husband noticed your movements before taking a slick finger and gliding it into your center, appreciating how warm you felt just around his finger. He could feel his cock tighten against his pants at the thought of having the same sensation on his cock.

You let out a sigh of relief when you felt his finger enter you; it was like rubbing an ache that you had all day. But you were desperate for more.

“Oh god, Bucky, I need more. Please,” you begged, looking down at his mischievous smile as he worked your center and clit. He was one to oblige as he thrusted another finger into you, eliciting a tumultuous moan from you. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it darling,” Bucky cooed, getting a good look at his work as he toyed with your clit with fingers curling inside. Before you could even respond, he replaced his finger on your clit with his mouth, using his tongue to massage it. His tongue oscillated between your clit and your now drench center. 

You felt the need to hold on to your bed duvet for dear life as your husband. Bucky tried to hold down your hips with his one free hand, but you were too undrowned with pleasure to notice your back arching off the bed. Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head while Bucky’s name came out like a chant of pleasure. You were flowing like a river at this point, already drunk off of Bucky’s fingers and mouth. You couldn’t believe how much you were missing this feeling.

You could feel the familiar build-up of an orgasm, something you hadn’t felt in months. It was much greater than you were used to, but you knew the high was going to be heavenly. “I’m clo— fuck, I’m coming, baby,” your moan almost becoming a sob.

“That’s it, darling. Come all over my face.” Bucky kept the same speed, not wanting to mess up your high. He just wanted to see you unravel and be at the mercy of his hand tongue.

When you hit your high, all you saw was white. You had never come like that before. The intensity was unmatched to anything you had ever felt before, and that’s saying a lot considering that Bucky never seemed to disappoint. It felt like you were coming for hours before you eventually came down for it. Your breathing was staggered and your chest was heaving heavily. You looked down at your husband wiping his mouth. 

“I don’t know how you get sweeter and sweeter,” lust dripped off of Bucky’s words as stood up, removing his pants and underwear in the process. His cock sprung, hitting his lower abdomen. You almost moaned at the sight. “You think you got anyone in ya, princess?” Bucky asked in a low, raspy tone as he began to pull down your skirt. 

You were still trying to get your breath under control. “Bucky, please, I just need you in me,” you pleaded, helping him take off your skirt until it pooled on the floor with your underwear.

Bucky’s broad body hovered over yours as his lips found yours again. As much as you wanted to feel that high again, you wanted to stay in this moment with your husband, bodies tangled together, skin on skin, just drowning in the other’s love. Yet, you could help but long for the cock that was rubbing against your thigh. The mix of lust and love was enough to make you smile into the kiss. He would feel this and mutter the question “What?”

“I just…I love you, Bucky,” you sighed between kisses. He stopped to get a glimpse of you and your beautiful smile. “I am hopelessly, desperately in love with you.”

Bucky pulled you into a slower kiss while wrapping his arm around your body to push you closer to the center of the bed. This kiss was soft and delicate, a complete difference from the one you both shared earlier while walking into your home.

Bucky grabbed hold of his cock, wetting it with your juices as he moved it along your folds. “Let me show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You both let out moans that were harmonious with each other. Bucky had to stop himself from coming on the spot when he finally made contact with your warm, wet walls. You, on the other hand, already felt close to coming again when Bucky had every inch of his cock inside of you, resting on your spot.

You gave your husband a nod to keep again, and he was quick to react. He briskly caught a slow rhythm, making sure each thrust was hitting your spot perfectly. His body was completely on top of yours as he used your shoulders to push you deeper on his cock. You couldn’t help but to tighten around your husband’s cock as you wanted to feel every inch and ridge of it.

“You feel amazing, darling. So damn perfect for me,” Bucky groaned against your ear. “Tell me who’s pussy this is, darling.”

Your breathing once again was becoming staggered, but you were still able to at least mumble, “You, Bucky.”

Bucky thrusted into you harder, eliciting a throaty moan from you. “I told you that I need to hear you, darling,” Bucky demanded as he only thrusted harder into you. God, it felt like he was going to split you in two. “Tell me again. Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s yours, Bucky,” you almost yelled as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. “It’s always been yours, baby.”

“That’s right, darling.” Bucky’s breathing increased as he picked up his pace while keeping his depth. He grabbed onto the headboard of your bed in order to keep his pace and to see his cock slide into and out of you. “Mine and only mine.”

You didn’t think you could make a coherent sentence at this point. He was rapidly hitting your spot now, and you could feel that same pressure slowly building up again. You never understood how Bucky could be rough and tender at the same time. His thrusts were putting you in a trance, but he only looked at you with love and adoration. 

“Fuck, Bucky, you’re so deep, baby!” you cried out before wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer. You knew he was getting off on your moans and muttered words just as much as he was enjoying the physical sensations. It was only fuel to his fire.

He let go of the headboard before pulling you off the bed, settling you in his lap, his cock burrowed in you. Bucky’s hands were spread across your back, giving you the support to bounce and grind on his cock. As much as Bucky loved to be in control, he loved seeing you take the reins.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before both were a mix of moans as you began grinding on your husband’s cock. Your chest heaved against Bucky’s as you chanced your high. Bucky’s face was burrowed in your neck, primal grunts filling your ear.

“Fuck, darling, if you keep riding me like this, I’m gonna have to put another baby in you,” Bucky groaned as he nipped at your neck. “You know how much I love seeing you filled with my seed, swelled with our child again. Fuck, you’d always look so damn good. I’d love to see my love like that again.”

“Then do it, Buck,” you told him as you pulled his face to look at yours. “Put another baby in me.”

A switch flipped in Bucky. A lustful smirk ran across his lips before he wrapped his arm around your waist, bouncing you on his cock himself. You audibly gasped as he quickened the pace, drilling into you.

“Oh my— Bucky, fuck, baby.” You felt like you were seeing stars as you met his thrusts, continuing to bounce. You could feel the pressure build up in you again. Bucky could notice your breathing becoming staggered again, suggesting you were close to your high. 

“Come on, darling. I want you to come when I fill you up again. Need to feel you come around me. Can you do that for me, darling, hmm?” You nodded vigorously. “Then come for me, darling. I can’t last much longer in this pretty pussy cause all I wanna do is paint your walls.”

You moaned at his words, your high approaching quickly now. A number of profanities and loving whispers fell off of Bucky’s lips as he felt you tighten around him. Your orgasm erupted like a volcano. You were sure your neighbors would have heard you if you had any. Bucky pulled you closer to him as he also came, quickly warming you with his cum. Your name drunkenly dripped off his lips as he finished inside of you. 

You both were in a post-orgasmic haze, attempting to collect yourselves again. You still were sitting on top of Bucky, his cock slowly beginning to go soft inside of you. Neither of you moved, not wanting to break the contact just yet. Your head laid on Bucky’s shoulder before you kissed it. You raised yourself up to meet your husband’s soft gaze.

“How does dinner sound to you right now?”

Bucky chuckled under his breath, “In a minute. I gotta make sure I get my wife pregnant because she looks so damn good when pregnant.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh before pulling him into a soft kiss. Your lips were still touching his as you pulled away a bit, “You have the rest of the night to ensure that, Buck.”

A small growl escaped his lips before he pulled you into another heated kiss. You surrendered to his lips again, but you knew both of you needed to eat something if this was going to be something you were gonna keep up for a while.

“God, I love you, Y/N,” Bucky groaned against your lips. “I’ll make us dinner; you just stay right here and relax, darling, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

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[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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[crackheadgeminibby]

Could you write something 'bout Chris congratulating yn in public and privately 'cause it's mother's day and she's dodger's mom? 🥺

mother's day

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, language, fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i love this idea so much, thanks for giving me the opportunity to write it🤍

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

picture credit: @chrisevans on instagram

You groan softly, before turning around and stopping your alarm.

It’s Sunday, which normally meant no alarm and sleeping in, but you had plans. Today is Mother’s Day. You normally spent it with your mother going out for brunch, shopping, going to the movies, etc. but in the last year, you had moved in with Chris and he lived really far away from your parents’ house. You had told your mom that you were going to call her, first thing this morning, to make up for not being able to be with her.

Since you were in Boston with Chris, you were going to be spending Mother’s Day at his mom’s house. This meant a big dinner, but it also meant you had to make some food to take it there.

Every single time you went to Lisa’s house, you always brought something whether it was a meal, dessert, wine or a gift. And every single time you brought something, she said you didn’t have to do that. You couldn’t help it though; it was just how you were raised. Your parents always told you to never show up empty-handed when someone invited you to their home and that’s exactly what you did.

Today, you were making apple pie for dessert which meant fresh apples and going to the grocery store right at the opening.

Rubbing your eyes, you push the covers off your body and walk to the ensuite bathroom. While brushing your teeth, you take your phone and open Instagram. The first post you see is one that Scott posted a couple of minutes ago. The first picture is a collage of a bunch of pictures of him and his mom. You smile softly at their smiles in the pictures. Sliding, you see other collages with pictures of Scott’s friends and their kids. You double-click on the post, leaving a like, and slide down to the second post. Of course, it’s Chris’ post to his mom. The first picture is an old picture of them holding each other and smiling. You slide and see that the second picture is from when he took her to the Winter Soldier premiere. You double-click again, liking the post. You’re about to put your phone down to take a shower but see a bunch of notifications appearing on your screen.

Confused, you refresh your Instagram feed and see a new post by Chris appearing at the top. You frown, seeing yourself from the back in the first picture. You slide down to the caption and gasp softly as you read it: “Also, happy Mother’s Day to this beautiful woman! We may not have any babies but you sure as hell are Dodger’s mom. Kinda hate that he likes you more than me now but it’s okay because I love you💙”

You smile as you go through the pictures he posted. The first one is a picture you didn’t even know he had taken from when Dodger, Chris and you had gone on a picnic a couple of days ago. The second is a pretty dark and blurry picture that he obviously hid to take. You recognize the angle being from the entrance of the living room. You were laying on the couch, engulfed in a fluffy blanket, with Dodger laying in front of you, his head resting on your stomach. You smile softly, remembering that day.

It was a couple of months ago and you were on your period. You normally didn’t have really big cramps but the stress you were feeling had intensified them and you were almost unable to move. When Chris had come back from work, seeing you laying on the couch in pain, he had gone right back out to get you a bunch of food to satisfy your cravings and half a dozen hot compresses because he wasn’t sure which one you would like.

Chuckling softly, you slide to the last picture, slightly cringing at your appearance. It was a screenshot from a FaceTime call, right after you had moved in with Chris. He had to leave for a few weeks to film and you were alone with Dodger, who always wanted to see Chris before you hung up. In the picture, you had clearly just woken up and were laughing, probably at something Chris said, with half of Dodger’s face mid-bark in the frame.

You like the post and scroll through a couple of comments, some nice, others not so much, before putting your phone down.

While in the shower, your mind goes back to a conversation you had with Chris recently. It was after your first big fight.

Everyone knew Chris wanted kids and you obviously did too. But he had brought it up accusingly when you were exhausted and anxious and you had blurted out that you didn’t want kids. It wasn’t really the truth because you did want kids. And you wanted them with Chris, but you weren’t ready. After you had said that, you had a screaming match with Chris that ended up with you sleeping in the guest room, not that much sleeping was done. Halfway through the night, Chris had knocked on the door, asking if you were awake, and you talked to each other, explaining both of your viewpoints: you felt like you weren’t ready to be a good mom to a child because you were still dealing with trauma from when you were younger, and Chris felt like his clock was running out. After talking to each other, you had settled on kids in the near future, but not right now.

Getting dressed after your shower, you think about the fact that you hadn’t heard a peep from Chris since you had woken up. Considering it was Sunday and Mother’s Day, you knew he couldn’t have scheduled a meeting today. He sometimes ran or worked out on Sundays, but you had been up for almost 2 hours now.

Walking to the kitchen, you open your Messages app, ready to send him a text asking where he is when you hear, “Dodge, stop, let it go.”

Frowning, you start deleting the message when you hear, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

You shriek, startled, before letting out, “Holy shit!”

You look up at the dining room that is completely decorated. There are colorful banners all around the walls and the table is filled with food from waffles and pancakes to fruits and drinks. Finally, Chris and Dodger are standing in the corner of the room in front of balloons that spell out “MMO❤️”. You frown, tilting your head. Chris’s smile falters as he turns around, groaning, “Dodger, I told you to stop moving the balloons.”

He turns around completely, arranging the balloons to say “MOM❤️” and turns back around, saying, “Ta-da!”

You laugh loudly before walking to Chris, hugging him.

“When did you have time to do all this?”

Chris smiles, holding your waist, before yawning and saying, “I got up at like 6 to make all the food and then I got the balloons when the mall opened at 8.”

You wrap your arms around Chris before kissing his cheek.

“Well, thank you, I love it. And I love you.”

You bite your bottom lip, flicking your eyes down to his lips, before leaning towards him. Chris smirks, letting his hand slide to your butt cheek, softly squeezing it before you hear a small whine. You stop moving, slowly looking down. Dodger looks up at you with his big brown eyes, rubbing his snout on your leg.

You smile softly, letting go of Chris before bending down and petting his head.

“You want some love too, huh, Dodge?”

You rub the back of Dodger’s ears, hearing a click sound. You turn around, seeing Chris with his phone in his hand. You smile, saying, “Did you just take a picture?”

Chris smiles softly, “No?”

You chuckle, sitting down and gesturing at Chris to join you. Chris takes one of your hands in his and pets Dodger with the other. You alternate looking at Chris and Dodger before sighing and cupping Chris’ face in your hands. You kiss him softly, leaning back and saying, “I love you, baby.”

Chris smiles softly, replying, “I love you too.”

You look down, sighing softly. Chris lifts your head up, giving you a knowing look, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You chuckle at how perfectly he knows you.

“I know I said I wasn’t ready, but I think maybe I am.”

Chris’ smile widens slowly before he says, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

You nod your head excitedly and Chris lunges at you, tackling you to the ground, planting kisses all over your face. You laugh softly, hearing Dodger bark, before he excitedly starts jumping around Chris and you.

Chris leans back slightly before whispering, “You’re gonna be the best mom, I just know it.”

You smile softly, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around him.

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[buckyownsmylife]

The Other Woman - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve is tired of pretending he doesn’t want another woman.

Warnings: infidelity, smut, breeding kink, humiliation, friendship betrayal, angst

Word count: 1.5k<

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this piece because it was written as a way of coping with my self-harm. Instead of hurting myself physically, I sat down and wrote what my worst nightmare would look like. I can’t say I’ll never write anything like this again, because this was extremely cathartic in a way I can’t comprehend, but anyway, here it is. It’s written entirely in Steve’s P.O.V. and it’s open to interpretation if reader’s the one being cheated on or the one with whom Steve cheats.

I could feel her eyes on me all the way across the room. If I was another man - the strong man everyone expected me to be all the time - I would have been able to ignore it. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew I was weak, still the skinny little boy from Brooklyn who couldn’t believe a woman would even look my way, much less want me this badly.

That was why I excused myself from the conversation I was pretending to have and made my way towards my wife. That was why I made some lame excuse about having a headache - something I wasn’t even able to feel - and told her I was leaving for the night. That was why I went back to my room, sat down on my bed and waited for her, knowing eventually, she’d come inside.

“Steve?” She still sounded hesitant when she pushed the door open, wide eyes looking for me and finding me on the edge of my bed, waiting for her. Immediately, instinctively, I reached out for her, needing to feel her skin, her warmth, to know she really was there.

“How much did you drink?” I asked, not wanting her to regret this any more than she already would tomorrow morning, eyebrows furrowed as I watched her climb my lap, her dress riding up her thighs until it pooled around her hips, exposing her underwear. “You wouldn’t do this shit sober.”

“C’mon, Steve…” She whined, clearly edging the line between tipsy and drunk, and I bit my lip in a last effort to suppress my desire. Not because I didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to violate my marital bed, but because I wanted to hear her argument, needed to see her beg for me. “Let me make you feel good.”

I swallowed her next words with my mouth, tongue exploring hers with a hunger that had only proliferated after I exchanged rings with someone who wasn’t her. When her hips pressed against mine, tentatively rolling, I knew there was no way I’d ever part with her - marriage be damned.

“I know she doesn’t let you touch her the way you want to,” she whispered after we parted, eyes caring and empathetic as she leaned her face on the hand with which I cradled her cheek. I didn’t need to ask, I knew how she knew it. They were best friends for a reason. I didn’t doubt that the same complaints I had trusted Bucky with a thousand times before had made their way on her ears, telling the other side of the story. “I know she can’t take it, but I want to.”

A shudder ran down my spine as her warm mouth enveloped my thumb, and when I opened my eyes again, I knew they were darker, barely recognizable. “I’ll let you use me,” she pressed on, unaware that she had already won the battle. I’d never tell her no. “Please, use me.”

The anxiety of knowing the door would open up at any second and reveal my wife’s sweet eyes as she took in this betrayal only added to my arousal. I was a terrible man, I knew - and I didn’t care. Her best friend’s underwear was gone in a second, a show of strength I didn’t need to use to impress her - her pussy was already wet, dripping for me.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned when I dipped my fingers inside of her, feeling the tightness I would soon ruin. My cock ached inside my pants, begging me to release it of its confines, shove it in a completely different one. “So wet.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, rutting against my digits, panting over my open lips. “I’ve been wanting you so bad.” A groan escaped the depths of my chest, my resolve slipping even further, almost completely out of reach. My hands abandoned her to reach for my pants, unbuttoning them and releasing my dick from it, rubbing the leaking head against her opening.

“Let me be the other woman, Steve…” She whispered against the crook of my neck, holding me tight against her while she rubbed herself against me. My heart broke a thousand times at hearing her request.

“I don’t want that,” I argued, pulling away to see her face, cradle it between my hands. “I want you to be the only woman.” She bit her lips then, taking a hold of my cock to place it where we both needed it to be, still only teasing us both.

“I want you to be mine.” And that’s when she finally sat down on me, letting me fill her, inch by glorious inch. My fingers tightened around her hips, undoubtedly leaving marks behind, but she didn’t even peep. It was almost like she liked it, knowing she brought me to the edge of my control, her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing before me as she started to ride me.

“Oh, fuck yes…” I groaned, helping her movements as I watched her, hypnotized. “This is where you belong now,” I warned her, pulling her even closer so I could kiss her again.

“Yeah?” She confirmed it, smirk on her face as she kept fucking herself on me. “This is mine now? This dick is mine now?” My body spasmed, hearing her say something like this while I was buried to the hilt inside of her was just too much to take.

“Yes, fuck yes.” I pulled her in for another kiss, letting her regain control of her movements as I had to lean back in an effort to keep myself together. The view was flawless though, and watching her breasts bounce up and down didn’t exactly help my efforts to hold on.

“Yeah? You’re not gonna fuck her anymore, Captain? Won’t let her touch you, will leave all your cum for me, forever?” Her words had me gasping, eyes widening as I suddenly realized I was fucking my wife’s best friend without any sort of protection.

It wasn’t a problem in my marriage, since my wife was on the pill and always reminded me she was never going off of it, terrified of ever getting pregnant, but I knew the same couldn’t be said about the woman on top of me.

She was fertile, I just knew it, and by the way she was frantically riding me, I knew she was just as eager to get my cum as I was to give it to her. “You want it?” I had to confirm, not believing someone - the someone I had tried not to want for so long - wanted to have my babies, give me everything I’d always dreamed of in life.

“You wanna have my babies?” In the distant part of my brain, I could still notice the door slowly opening, making me raise my gaze from her chest to see my wife’s shocked features, betraying her hurt as she took in the situation. “Say it, baby. Say you want my cum deep inside your cunt.”

Her moan resonated across the room, and I witnessed my wife flinch, profoundly hurt by the scene in our bedroom, but unable to look away. It made me even harder, somehow, and I knew right then that I was going straight to hell, but I didn’t care.

All I knew was that nothing would stop me from cumming inside the woman who was riding me, not my wife, not God himself. “I want it so badly, Stevie,” she begged, movements growing more frantic as she tried to reach her high. “Please, give it to me. Let me give you what she never could.”

The sob at the door caught her attention, and she looked over her shoulder to find her best friend staring back at her, witnessing the betrayal we were both conducting.

My fingers pressed tighter on her hips, scared she’d stop and scramble off, but she just returned her gaze to me, hips still moving. “Tell her, Stevie,” she incited, fingers tracing my jaw and dipping my head back so she could kiss down my throat. “Tell her the truth.”

A gasp escaped my lips as she bit down on the crook of my neck, my own hips jutting up to join her in bliss. “I’m in love with her,” I informed my wife, taking sick delight in the way tears started running down the cheeks I’d kissed so many times. “She’s gonna give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Both of us reached our highs then, me with a deep groan and her with a drawn-out moan, perfectly harmonized in the otherwise silent bedroom. By the time I managed to lay her down on the bed and ask her to show me her pussy, I’d almost forgotten about the other presence in the room, witnessing the cum dripping from the cunt of my beloved just as I was. Once she left, however, and the woman on the bed reached out for me, I could only think that this was it. This was the end of my marriage.

And I was okay with it.

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[triptuckers]

Taking care of you - Jesper Fahey

Request: yes! “Omg I got so happy when I saw that your requests were open because I looooove your writing 🥰 Is it okay if I request a Jesper one where the reader, his gf, goes out partying with Nina after a job for the Dregs so she returns to the Slat in the middle of the night a little drunk so Jesper has to make sure she gets in their bed okay and how he takes care of her in the morning. Just some domestic, fluff with Mr. Fahey 💛💛 Thanks in advance!!!” Pairing:  Jesper Fahey x reader Summary:  Jesper takes care of you after you come home drunk after a night out Warnings: none Word count:  1.5K A/N: MORE SOFT JESPER !!!! I am a sucker for sweet, caring, lovable boyfriend Jesper. thank you so much for requesting this, enjoy reading! :)

Every once in a while, you allowed yourself to blow off some steam. Your favorite way to do so, was to go out with Nina. Going out with Nina was always fun. 

You’d go to a bar, get a few drinks in, and happily gossip away. And if you really needed to let go, you’d dance with her, even though most of the bars didn’t even have live music. Somehow Nina always found someone who could take care of the music. 

Tonight, after a successful job, all it took was one glance for you to loop your arm through Nina’s, and you were on your way. 

Of course, Jesper had promised to wait up for you. Even though you told him he shouldn’t, that you could tell he was tired and he deserved some rest. He’d refused to go to bed before you got home. 

And he keeps his promise. He’s sitting at one of the tables with Kaz, when the door opens.

You and Nina walk in. Or rather, Nina walks in, while you’re heavily leaning onto her shoulder. 

‘Hi guys!’ you say happily, when you notice Jesper and Kaz. Your heels dangle from your hand as you wave at them. 

‘I guess you two had fun, huh?’ says Jesper, already amused by your happy and bubbly state.

‘It was amazing. I beat Nina.’ you say as Jesper walks over to the two of you. He looks at Nina, silently asking for an explanation.

‘Shots competition.’ she says, sounding surprisingly sober. ‘But it takes a lot more drink to get me drunk. Y/N’s only got a few, but she already claims she can rob the entire Merchant council on her own.’

‘I can!’ you say, sounding offended.

Jesper chuckles. ‘Thanks for getting her home, I'll take her upstairs.’ he says.

‘Oh thank god.’ says Nina, removing your arm from her shoulders and handing you over to your boyfriend.

‘Nina, don’t go, the night’s still young!’ you say. 

‘Night’s not young, Y/N.’ says Nina as she walks over to join Kaz. ‘And you’re Jesper’s problem now!’ she calls over her shoulder. 

You turn to look at Jesper. ‘I’m always your problem.’ you say, grinning at him.

‘Luckily, you’re a delight to have around.’ says Jesper, wrapping an arm around your waist and starting to guide you to the stairs.

‘How many drinks did you have?’ he asks you.

‘A few.’ you say, trying to sound convincing. Jesper raises an eyebrow at you. ‘A few more than that?’ you say in question and he chuckles. 

‘Do you think you can walk the stairs?’ asks Jesper.

‘No!’ calls Nina from the other side of the room. ‘I basically had to drag her back here. Do not let her walk those stairs, she’s gonna trip and end up with a broken neck.’

‘Alright then.’ says Jesper, moving to stand in front of you. He takes your arms and puts both of them around his neck, but he dodges you when you try to kiss him. You look up at him and pout your lips.

‘Not when you’re drunk, darling.’ he says. ‘And I need to be able to see the stairs when I'm walking. I don’t want to trip and have both of us end up piled on the floor.’

‘I would love to have you piled up on top of me.’ you murmur. 

Jesper laughs softly and hooks his arms around you. He lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to walk up the stairs. You bury your face in his neck and feel sleep slowly getting to you. After laughing and dancing with Nina, and the journey back to the Slat, you couldn’t ignore how tired your legs felt.

When he arrives at his floor, Jesper keeps one hand on your back as he opens the door to his room with the other. 

Once he gets to the bed, he carefully sets you down. You look up at him and smile tiredly. His heart absolutely melts at the sight of you. Clearly tired, but you still got that happy energy of a night out buzzing around you.

Jesper closes the door and walks back to you, offering his hand. You take it and allow him to pull you to your feet. He turns you around and starts loosening up the corset on the back of your dress.

‘I thought you didn’t want to do anything.’ you say teasingly, though your voice sounds tired.

‘We’re not going to do anything, darling, I told you. Not when you’re drunk.’ says Jesper.

‘Tomorrow?’ you say.

‘If your headache isn’t killing you tomorrow morning, then sure.’ he says, helping you out of your dress. 

He gets a shirt out of his closet and holds it up for you to slide your arms in. Your eyes study his face as he buttons up the shirt.

‘Jesper?’ you say.

‘Yes, love?’ he says, fastening the last button.

‘I love you. You know that right?’ you say.

Jesper chuckles. ‘Yes, love, I know. I love you too.’ he says. ‘But now it’s time for you to get some sleep.’

‘I’m not that tired.’ you say, suppressing a yawn.

‘Sure you aren’t.’ says Jesper, gently pushing you toward the bed. You lay down and pull the covers up, already feeling your tired body shutting down. 

‘Sweet dreams, darling.’ says Jesper and you feel him kiss your cheek before you fall asleep.

The first thing you notice when you wake up the next morning is a pounding headache. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your palms to your eyes.

Going out with Nina was always fun. Except for the part where you claimed you could drink her under the table. You never could. 

You turn over, reaching out for Jesper, but he isn’t there. You open your eyes and frown. He’s always next to you when you wake up. You always wake up at least an hour or two before he does. So it’s strange he’s not next to you.

When you roll over again to look out the window, you notice it’s not morning. The sun is high in the sky, and you can hear the sounds of people talking in the street below.

Then the door opens slowly and Jesper pokes his head around the corner. He smiles when he sees you.

‘You’re awake!’ he says, opening the door further and stepping into the room.

‘Room’s bright.’ you grumble, closing your eyes again.

‘I’m sure every room is bright to you, given that you got very drunk last night. You must have a killer hangover.’ says Jesper.

‘How bad was it?’ you ask him.

‘Oh, it wasn’t that bad. Just the usual. You lost a drinking game to Nina and couldn’t keep your hands off of me. I’m used to that last part though.’ he says.

‘Did you get me coffee?’ you say.

‘Even better.’ he says. ‘Coffee and waffles form the place near the docks you love so much.’

Upon hearing his words, you open your eyes immediately. Jesper is standing next to the bed, looking down at you. It’s only then you notice the small bag and steaming mug in his hands.

‘Did I mention I love you?’ you say, sitting up and taking the bag from his hands.

‘You tell me that several times a day, so yes.’ says Jesper and he sets the mug of coffee down on the bedside table. ‘How’s the headache?’

‘Not as bad as the last time.’ you say.

‘You mean when you threw a pillow at my face when I said “good morning” to you?’ says Jesper. 

You narrow your eyes at him. Last time you got hungover, every sound was loud, including Jesper’s voice. You were frustrated and irritable and had indeed thrown a pillow at his face. He’s never going to let you forget about it.

‘Watch it, despite the fact my head feels too heavy for my neck, I can still aim very well.’ you say, making Jesper chuckle.

‘I asked Kaz if he can skip you today if he needs to get things done.’ says Jesper.

You meant to say ‘thank you’, but through a mouth of waffles it’s hard to form any words. You swallow it and smile.

‘You’re an angel.’ you say.

‘I know, I'm the best.’ says Jesper. ‘I'm off to do all the little annoying jobs he usually makes you do because you don’t mind all the running around. And as for you, stay here, I'll come check in occasionally with a new delivery of the latest gossip, along with limitless kisses.’

You smile again. ‘What would I do without you, Jesper?’ you say.

‘Fall into the dark pit that is called life, without any sunshine in human form, like me, to cheer you up.’ says Jesper making you laugh. 

Being hungover wasn’t that bad. Especially when Jesper Fahey was around.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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hi angel 🥺 i’ve had some time to think of what i want to request and i’ve finally come up with something ;-;

do you think you could write something comforting (doesn’t have to be long!) where maxwell is caring for a reader who is a little tipsy or drunk? the reader is the kind of drunk who’s giggly and playful. and he’s super sweet and gentle with her. maybe they already have a pre-established relationship? maybe some slimy guy is hitting on her and he gets all protective and takes her home? and i’d neverrrrr object to smut either. but i’m leaving it up to you to write whatever you think works the best. i just miss reading soft and protective maxwell yanno ;-;

Overdoing It (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

W/C: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol obviously, sexual innuendo, Maxwell lifts reader so I know some ppl aren’t comfy with that

A/N: RACH MY LOVE I’m sorry this took so long but I’m glad I finally did it bc I love how it turned out! ALSO HAPPY WW84 DAY (July fourth) SO WHAT WONDERFUL TIMING!

You certainly had not intended to imbibe to the level you had tonight. The problem was Maxwell, really, although in the best possible way.

The man has a high tolerance; you, admittedly, have one considerably lower than his. You love seeing Maxwell when he’s tipsy. It’s rare that you get to see it and remember it. The times that he’s tipsy are the times where you’re next to vomiting.

But tonight was a celebration, and Maxwell spared no expense. You’d finally received a position in a job you’d dreamed of, one that caused the two of you to spend hours poring over applications and perfecting cover letters. It was a success for the both of you, you said, but Maxwell insisted that it was all you.

You’d said that takeout was just fine with you, so long as Maxwell was there, but he insisted that a bigger celebration was in order. You didn’t really mind; you love getting dressed up to go out. Max made a reservation at a nice place in downtown D.C. and kept the specific place a surprise from you until now.

As you walked inside, the gorgeous atmosphere made you lose your breath for a moment. Your eyes nearly watered as you looked at Maxwell, and he simply kissed your forehead. “You deserve it, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The words aren’t exactly rare from Maxwell, but they mean the world to you. Having someone tell you that they love you is one thing, but having someone say they’re proud of you is a completely different one. “I love you,” you grinned and followed him to your table, lacing your fingers through his.

Dinner was wonderful, unsurprisingly. Maxwell had scanned the menu the last time he came here, with business cohorts, and been certain you would like it. The delight on your face as you scanned the menu confirmed it, and Maxwell mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

You’d ordered appetizers and drinks, then more drinks with the main course (two to accompany the meal, to be exact), and then more with dessert. By then, you were starting to feel a little tipsy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Slowly, as you left the restaurant, the alcohol sunk in. The drinks were stronger than they’d seemed.

Luckily, Maxwell has a chauffeur. He’d had as many drinks as you, but the man’s tolerance is quite high. He seems barely affected, if not slightly looser and more carefree. The two of you made your way outside, Maxwell holding his arm around your waist to ensure that you didn't stumble; just in case, he reminded you, but you didn’t believe him.

In the car, you snuggle into Maxwell’s side happily, resting your head on his shoulder. “Buckle please, love,” he insists and wraps an arm around you.

“No,” you whine, kissing the soft cologned skin of his neck. “You’re too cozy.”

Maxwell laughs and nestles into you. “I’ll excuse it this once, only because I trust Jeeves,” he teases you. “How are you feeling, love?”

“So happy,” you smile up at him, dazed but content. The alcohol has brought you to a state of bliss now; love for Maxwell, a full stomach from the wonderful dinner, pride in your achievement.

Maxwell nods. “Of course you are,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Ooh, do we have wine at home?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him. “You need a few more.”

“No, no more drinks,” he chuckles and pulls you back into his side. “I think we’re both done for the night, don’t you?” His hands slide over your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin that’s cold to the touch.

You pout at him and Maxwell turns his face away, smiling. “No, I can’t look at that. I won’t be able to say no.”

“Please, baby?” You plead with big eyes.

“We have wine at home,” Maxwell tells you, even though he’s unsure whether or not it’s true. Either way, he won’t be allowing you to drink any of it.

Sighing, you snuggle into his side, shivering. “Car’s cold,” you murmur.

Maxwell removes his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, kissing your head and smiling down at you warmly. “How’s that?”

“Smells like your cologne,” you practically purr like a satisfied cat as you wrap yourself in the expensive fabric. “I love you so much, Maxie-poo.”

“I love you too, darling,” he chuckles. The chauffeur brings you to his house not long after, and Maxwell offers you a hand when you get out of the car.

Sitting in the seat, you frown up at him. “I’m fine, Max.” Standing in your high heels, your wobbly legs thanks to the alcohol send you falling into Maxwell, who catches you.

“Fine, yes,” he chuckles and lifts you back to standing. “Take off your shoes and let me help you inside.”

Sighing and crossing your arms, you step out of your shoes, calves screaming a thank you for removing them from those torture devices. He reaches down and picks them up, ass straining in his suit, and you can’t help but give it a smack, giggling.

“Oh, no, little miss,” Maxwell playfully chides and grabs your arm. “Let’s get you inside, tiger.”

Your legs lead your brain without any thought, drunkenly stumbling your way inside. Maxwell’s arms are your support, really the only thing to keep you from falling. He purposely steers you away from the path leading to the kitchen, knowing you’ll ask for more alcohol should you see it. When you reach the foot of the stairs, you groan and look at Maxwell with puppy eyes. You know his back has been bad lately, his joints ache when the humidity rises, but you can’t do this without him. “Can you carry me? Please?” You ask him.

Maxwell chuckles and kisses your head tenderly. “I suppose. Climb on my back.” He stands with his palms the wall, squatting for you to jump up on him.

The formal dress makes it difficult, but you hop up, both of you groaning as you latch onto him. “I love you so goddamn much,” you babble happily, kissing along the skin behind his ears.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” he grunts as he makes his way up the stairs, his knees aching from the weight of carrying absolutely anything on his back.

When he reaches the top, you get down and sigh, kissing him sloppily. “You’re the best.”

“I’m wonderful,” he sighs and rolls his eyes, leading you to the bedroom and letting you plop down on his plush California king bed.

You strip off his suit jacket and toss it at him, and he catches it without even looking. “Don’t even think about seducing me tonight, darling. You’re too far gone,” he chuckles.

His words make you frown and stop in the middle of unzipping your dress slowly. “I wasn’t gonna,” you grumble and stand, slipping out of the dress and getting under the thick covers of the bed.

“Sure,” Maxwell smiles and retreats into his large closet. He returns in pajama pants and the white tee he wore under his button-up.

He looks so soft like this, and even drunk, you recognize what a privilege it is to see him like this. His large suits hide his frame, but you can see the soft curve of his tummy, his broad shoulders and narrow torso. “We should get married,” you blurt to him, your heart-eyes penetrating through to his center.

“You’re drunk,” he shakes his head as he wanders to the bathroom. He returns with his thick-rimmed glasses on, and it completes the look, his highlighted hair messy and beginning to curl.

He sits on his side of the bed and hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning, and you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“I won’t,” you pout and take the pills, rolling onto your side to face him. His legs are beneath the covers, and one of yours snakes to his and wraps your ankle around his.

Max smiles softly at the gesture. He recognizes it. You need his touch, want to snuggle tonight rather than keep to your own in his spacious bed. He lies down and you quickly scoot over to him, resting your head and a palm on his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead, his hand stroking your back lovingly. “You sleep now. Please.”

“I want to cuddle a little longer,” you frown and look up at him, face barely peeking out from the covers.

Max laughs. “Of course. We’ll stay like this, but at least make an effort to fall asleep. Your headache in the morning will be better if you sleep more.”

“Fine,” you sigh and scoot your body as close to his as possible, kissing his chest through the plain white t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeats and sets his glasses to the side, letting himself sink into the squishy bed. He’ll surely have to care for you in the morning too, but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it.

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with whatever happens from here, our names will last far beyond our years

for my armin angst anon :) thank you for the request, i honestly love angst and write it all the time outside of fanfic so idk why i don’t do it more often!

pairing: armin arlert x reader

wc: 1.5k

genre: angst, fluff (happy end)

a/n: takes place somewhere just before the events of season 4. also, hi guys! this is lowkey word vomit and i’m a bit out of practice so if this doesn’t seem like me, that’s why lol

they say that time heals all wounds, but in your case, time does nothing but prolong the constant sting in your throat. it denies the sinking acceptance your weary heart pleads for. because as long as you have time, you don’t have to face the truth.

so what if you love him? so what if it’s been years? so what if no matter what you do, you can’t let him go? it’s not like it’s going to change any time soon. but even if it did, even if you had the choice to move on, you’re not so sure you would. he’s the last bloom of the season left that you pick out of selfishness, the butterfly you’re blessed to catch yet hate to let go. 

because if not him, who else?

armin is everything. he’s your reflection and your opposite, late nights and early mornings, kind and then cruel across his commitment to morality. he’s there on good days and bad days, with a smile or sympathy. if you’re lucky, you get both.

he’s brutally imperfect, perfectly human, and so easy to love.

but when standing against the end of humanity, there’s no room for childish fantasies like yours.

you love him so bad it hurts. he’s at the forefront of your mind at all times, even when he’s standing right in front of you. you think of him visiting that girl in the basement, day after day, frozen in her cowardly crystal as she hides from retribution. he waits, staring, and she occupies his mind when you desperately wish it could be you. what is it about a criminal that intrigues him past rationality?

yet the worst thought is that one day, you might not feel so strong. 

it’s something keeping you around. it’s something to imagine on nights when the sun hangs in the sky as low as your hope for the future. he’s something to bet on and pin your fleeting dreams to. however long this feeling lasts, you hang on with all that you can, because waiting at the end is the inevitable sting of loving someone who doesn’t love you back.

it’s a realization you’re not ready to come to yet. for now, a little voice convinces you that there’s a chance. and a chance is enough, isn’t it?

you’re sitting by the docks, feeling the afternoon sun sear your skin, when gentle footsteps knocking on the wood alert you to his presence. when you crane your neck up to see him, he stretches his arms behind his head before sitting down next to you. it’s not surprising, considering armin makes a point to show he cares for all of his friends, but you still wonder if maybe how hard you were thinking about him somehow drew him in. you try to resist the heat burning at the skin of your cheeks fueled by his mere appearance.

“it’s a really nice night, huh?”

he sighs as he lowers his palm to the edge of the wood and throws his legs over, cementing his place beside you. you cling your knees close to your chest while your head rests upon them for support.

“yeah. i didn’t know it could be this pretty.”

tender rays of sunshine brush over his blond hair, making it shimmer like gold. it’s tentative, as if the great light source that keeps your world turning is even too afraid to touch armin arlert.

“me too, but i think i always hoped for it. expected it, at least,” he says with a nod. nostalgia swims in the pond of color in his eyes as he looks out across the water. “but that’s how it is when you’re a kid.”

you want to laugh. when you were a kid, you certainly weren’t concerned with the existence of an ocean beyond the walls. something tells you armin didn’t just expect it out of naivety.

“oh, please,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “you don’t give yourself enough credit. you practically know what’s going to happen before the rest of us have even started thinking about it.”

he lets out a breath of shy laughter through a smile. he’s too modest. “yeah, maybe.”

the blunt edge of your nail scratches at the fresh, amber wood to your side. you press a little more, digging it out like a miniature canyon while silence fills the air. armin opens his mouth and the proximity allows you to hear a rushed intake of air, like courage, filling his lungs before it hitches in his throat. it pauses there, contemplating, before he lets it out in faltered attempt to seem like it went according to plan.

but he swallows and tries again, because armin knows the world will always give him a second chance.

“speaking of… i wanted to talk to you in the first place because, well,” he cedes, rubbing his eyes, “i kind of get the feeling something big is about to happen.”

he chews at the corner of his lip, eyes darting to the side to gauge your reaction.

your head tilts in curiosity. “really? what makes you say that?”

you watch as he fiddles with his fingers in his lap. his nails run along his cuticles, the natural folds in his palms, gathering his thoughts in preparation to set them all out.

his fingers tug through his bangs to soothe his tired roots. “well, it’s been a long time coming. with eren gone, sending notes, arranging plans. it’s coming to its climax, i think. and once it starts, it’s not gonna stop until it’s over.”

bright locks fall in front of his fact when a light gust of wind blows by. his cheeks are smooth and soft with a slight pink tint from the heat of the day, and his lashes are long and wispy, like the wings of an insect. you have to pry your gaze away though your heart pleads you for a second longer spent admiring.

“i really care about you. i just wanted you to know that.”

you’re not sure you hear it right at first. swept away with his image in the hazy evening, you almost miss that he’s talking to you directly. he cares about you. your pulse stutters.

he cares about you.

you blink, swallowing the apparent dryness in your mouth. “i care about you, too.”

after all this time, you should be used to it. the way how he cares will never be the same as how you care, it shouldn’t hurt you, but you still feel your eyes sting and throat tighten. you can’t help it.

you can’t look him in the eye. instead, you avert your attention to the place in the wood you’ve been indenting your nail. the pressure helps distract from the tears gathering along your lashline. it slowly forms the shape of your initial, a diminutive mark on the expansive docks soon to be walked over by thousands.

“is something wrong?”

your immediate reaction is to dismiss. the words are already slipping off your tongue, excuses that it’s the sun in your eyes and denials that you’re just tired, but they get stuck at the end. is it because the opportunity is here? something pushes them away from the edge as they desperately rock themselves back onto the safety of the cliff with flailing arms and wobbly legs. 

hundreds of scenarios rush through your mind, of him getting up and leaving, of awkwardness, of anger and anguish, and yet it’s not enough to derail you. you can’t sit in your itches any longer. if the world is ending soon like he implies, then so be it, because god knows you’d take his word over anything.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, voice frail and barely above a whisper. “i just love you.”

you brace for impact, but it doesn’t come. the only sounds are the sawing of your nail, the squawks of distant birds, the waves crashing gently on the shore how they always do at dusk. then his fingers wrap around your wrist, still moving against the wood, to grasp your attention. his eyes are warm and inviting as you slowly lift your head to find them.

“i love you, too.” 

a sad smile tugs at your lips. he doesn’t get it. honesty has never hurt so much. “no,” you confess with a sorrowed tinge, “like i love you.”

his eyes crinkle up like crescents. the grin adorning his cheeks is like a medallion, glowing and bright and entirely juxtaposed from the ache of yours.  “i love you” he presses, eyebrows raising in emphasis. 

“but…”

“but, what? you really doubt it?” he smiles with a breath, eyes crinkling shyly as he looks away. “i thought it was obvious.”

his thumb presses small circles into the back of your palm before letting go and brushing it away from where your hand covers your mark. his nail is much wider and blunt so it doesn’t take long for a faint ‘A’ to appear beside yours, a shade just lighter than the surface.

“if you think you were being obvious, you should have caught on to me earlier,” you laugh.

a coy smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, pressing a dimple into his skin. “maybe i did.”

“you did not.”

“okay, i didn’t. but,” he pauses, holding up his index finger, “i always hoped!”

it draws an airy, relieved laugh from your chest. armin leans down and blows the dust across the wood and sweeps away the extras with his hands.

your initials sit carved into the docks of your home with love, together. no matter if you are unable to return, they’ll still be here. if no one else is around to remember today, at least these letters will be imprinted with a story.

it’s proof of life, proof you lived, and most notably, proof that it was with armin arlert.

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[vroomvroomkachowboi]

I Hear a Symphony

smut, fluff, angst: angst/fluff 

pairing: draco malfoy x reader(fem)

word count: 1.5k (1580)

summary: draco’s has been depressed ever since astoria died and he’s been learning to parent as a windowed single father, that is until he meets y/n

warning: death, depression, cursing 

a/n: inspired by a song i found on tik tok called “i hear a symphony” by cody fry, i totally recommend it, it’s soo good. ik i said i was gonna write a fred imagine, but dang i’ve been getting so much inspo to write draco imagines. ik astoria died when scorpius was 13, but let’s pretend she died much earlier, also don’t know much abt astoria, so if anything is wrong, i’m sorry. I'm super proud of this so without further ado, enjoy 

Draco still remembers the day of Astoria’s funeral. He held his son, Scorpius, crying as he clearly lacked his mother’s warm touch. Narcissa and Lucius gladly took in Scorpius while Draco mourned and grieved. He had entered his large, empty mansion, and laid in his California King sized bed, feeling the dent of his late wife’s body on the mattress.

He had to pick up his son a week later because he could not look at him, a reminder of Astoria, and the fact that she risked her health for him, for him to not be lonely after her blood curse took her, and yet he was still lonely. He felt a void in his body, and waking up every morning, it felt like it was just getting bigger.

He noticed he was getting very pale, so he decided to take Scorpius and himself to an ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. The lady at the register had y/l y/h hair, and y/c eyes. As Draco got closer to the register, he noticed how young she was, possibly around his age. She gave him a sweet smile. “That’ll be 2 galleons sir,” She says. He pulls out 2 galleons out of his left pocket and puts it on the counter. “Thank you. Have a nice day-ooh, your son is going to need napkins.” She lets out a giggle and hands him more napkins. And she was right, Scorpius had strawberry ice cream all over his mouth, dripping from his chin. “Thank you.” He says quickly, and grabs Scorpius’ hand to sit down.

Draco often took Scorpius out so he wouldn’t be cooped up in the house all day. Draco also didn’t want to be reminded of the emptiness that his wife left behind.

They both decided to go to a park in London. Draco sat on a bench, observing his child interact with the muggle children, he knew Astoria would be happy about it. “Hello.” A familiar female voice startled him. He turned around to see the lady from the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. “Hello.” He replied.

“I thought Malfoys hated muggles.” She says and takes a seat next to him. He shifts over, uncomfortably, but she didn’t seem to notice. “No, I stopped thinking that way. What about you? What are you doing here?” He says. “I came to visit my muggle family. My niece is over there.” She points to a young girl on the swings. He nodded, unsure of what to say.  

They both just sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, while watching all those happy young kids running around.

Suddenly, Scorpius’ screams were heard from across the playground. Draco got up quickly and rushed over to his son. Scorpius had scraped his knee really badly. Draco carried him over to the bench, with Y/n still sitting, in shock of the crying child. “I fell off the swings!” Scorpius whined when Draco asked what had happened. “Oh god, I can’t use my magic here! I’m sorry Scorp, I can’t heal you.” Scorpius seemed to cry louder.

Draco's heartbeat quickened. It felt like everything was closing in. ‘Astoria would’ve known what to do.’ He thought. He felt so unfit to be a single father.

“Don't worry Draco. I’ve got just what you need until you get home.” Y/n said. Grabbing a brown bottle and a cotton ball from her bag. “My brother gave me all this stuff in case my niece got hurt. What luck.” The bottle read “Hydrogen Peroxide”. Draco watched as she poured some on the ball. “This won’t hurt.” She said with a soft tone in her voice, and Scorpius nodded hesitantly. She dabbed the cotton ball on the wound, he watched as it bubbled.

“What is it doing?” Draco asked. “It’s cleaning the scrape. I’ll put a bandage on it, and you can fix it with magic when you get home.” Draco nodded. “Thank you. What do we say, Scorp?” He asked. “Thank you.” Little Scorpius said quietly and got up to play again.

“I believe I never got your name.” Draco asked. “Y/n.”

This was the start to a lovely friendship. Draco and Scorpius often went to visit Y/n at the ice cream parlor. When Draco needed Y/n, she’d always be there. Because she knew how vulnerable he was since the death of his wife, he also trusted her enough to babysit Scorpius, and thankfully Scorpius loved her.

Every night after her shift, she’d come over with pints of ice cream for all of them to eat. With her help, he was able to finally mourn healthily. No longer was he alone at nights, she would sleep in the guest room close to the master’s bedroom.

Although, something was wrong with Draco. He cared for his new friend, but his admiration for her grew the more he got to know her. He grew feelings for her quickly. ‘I can't do this to Astoria.’ Was always a reoccurring thought, but the more he tried to suppress it, the more his love grew.

It also seems that Scorpius viewed her as a second mother, he couldn’t hurt them.

He decided to give her the silent treatment. The less he hangs out with her, the faster his feelings fade, right?

It went on for a month. Slowly but surely, ignoring Y/n more and more. She spent most of her time with Scorpius, not that she minded, but Draco was acting strange.

So, enough was enough. She was going to confront him about it. So on a Friday night, she put the blonde 6-year-old to bed. Hearing the light snores from the young child, she slipped out quietly from his bedroom, looking for his father. She looked all around the large home, but found him outside, sitting on a bench by the tall grass hedges.

“Draco!” She called out. He flinches and hesitantly looks up at her. She sat by him. “What's up with you? You’ve been acting strange lately.” He stayed quiet. “You can trust me, Dray. We’ve been friends for over a year now.” He sighed loudly. “I...I like you.” He whispers.

“Oh.”

Draco shuts his eyes tightly, feeling as if it was a mistake. “I think you need to leave.” He hears Y/n’s feet shuffle on the grass. He let out a heavy breath and puts his face in his hands. Tears pour out of his grey eyes. ‘I can’t do this to Astoria.’ He felt so guilty. As if he was cheating on his wife. Why did he need to feel this way? What would Scorpius think? Would he think he's replacing his beloved mother?

“I’m sorry, Astoria.” He cried. He headed to the master’s bedroom and dozed off.

The next morning, Draco had realized it was a mistake to send Y/n home, because Scorpius had been nagging him all day about her whereabouts. It went on for an entire week as well. He also felt very lonely, she brought light into the dark home. He needed her, whether it was as a friend or a partner.

He decided to make amends, so he took Scorpius to the ice cream parlor.

Y/n heard the bell at the door, she was ready to serve her next customer, until she realized who it was. Draco and Scorpius. “What can I get you two?” She said professionally. “Strawberry.” Young Scorpius replies. So she scooped some strawberry ice cream for the 6 year old, and handed the cup to him.

Scorpius thanks her. “Go find us a seat. I’ll be there in a second, Scorp.” Draco says to him. Draco pats him on the head before sending him away. “And you sir?”

“Come on, Y/n. Don't be like that. I’m here to apologize.” He looks into her e/c eyes. She sighs loudly before going to face him. She walks towards him. “Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I apologize for ignoring you and for sending you off after confessing something big like that.” He grabs Y/n’s hands. “I have feelings for you. And I thought that if I ignored you, they might go away, but they didn't. Having a crush on you felt like I was cheating on Astoria. I felt guilty, and I didn't want Scorp to think I’m replacing his mother.” She furrowed her eyebrows but let him continue. “Ever since you entered my life, you’ve helped me become a better father and helped me mourn. You're my best friend, N/n, sending you away made me realize how much you’ve impacted me and Scorpius’ life. My life was boring, and miserable, but you came in, and you pieced me back together and fixed my broken heart. Astoria would’ve want me to be happy, and I’m happy with you.”

“Wow.” Draco chuckles at her one word. “That was one of the most beautiful declarations of love I've ever heard.” She threw her arms around him, and he quickly returns the gesture. They both knew what the other wanted.

Draco and Y/n pulled away from each other a little, but only to lock lips. Y/n’s hands were placed on his waist, while Draco’s pale hands were on her face.

Kissing each other was like hearing an entire symphony, adrenaline rising, and making them want more affection from each other. Draco once felt like he would never be happy again, but now he's the happiest he's been in over a year.

She pulls away and smirks, “I’ll get your ice cream now. I’ll see you once my shift is over.”

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[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 3/?

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N -Any name (your best friend’s name)

Part 3! Date 2 is going to be underway with this one. Enjoy!

I had to change my pfp and my header cause they were being dickheads so just be aware if you liked looking at the batboys when clicking on my profile lmao <3

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd, Dark humor.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15)  (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N woke up the next day feeling like she could take on the world, energized, with a new crush, and full of life, a stark shift from how she usually was. She was never normally a morning person and had a severe addiction to caffeine. I mean, the addiction was still there and she still needed coffee before she could go to her 3pm class and meet up with Jason again, but she was happy. She would put on her clothes and pack her bag before even getting coffee.

“G’morning, A/N!”

“Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?” A/N joked.

“Down girl, I’m just peppy today, it’ll probably wear down and it’s probably a once-in-a-blue-moon deal,” Y/N said as she started brewing her coffee.

“You got a date with Jason today?”

“I do!”

“That explains it,” A/N joked again.

“Says the one with a boyfriend,” she shot back.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just hooking up right now, trust me, if he was, you’d know, darlin’.”

“So what did dreamboat ask last night?” A/N asked.

“Well I said ‘What do you want to know?’ and he said ‘We’ll talk about it today, maybe during notes or maybe during our lunch date, we’ll see how i’m feeling.’ so I think that’s good?”

“You kidding? You got that man wrapped around your finger, respect.”

“Shut up.”

“No thanks, I have free speech y’know.”

“Yeah you can say whatever, but I can also use my free speech rights to tell you to shove it, so, checkmate,” you sneered at her.

“That’s fair,” A/N paused and then changed the subject, “Have you heard Brutal yet?” she asked.

“You’re damn right I have, I wonder where that was for me at 17. But to be fair, I would still blast it now at my parents just to make them irk.”

“They would kill you for listening to that song instead of their Christian Rock.”

“Worth it, I’ll die swinging and singing.” Y/N mused.

“It really is Brutal out here.”

“Leave, get out, that sucked, blocked, friendship over.”

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She walked up to her 3pm class, to be greeted by Jason at the door, with of course, her new knowledge of the tabloids and their minions, she questioned why he’d do this.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“’Afternoon, Jason.”

“I’m trying to give the tabloids a show, don’t mind me.” he mused.

“I’m not surprised, but class is in 5.”

“Then I guess we should sit down and get ready to write at lightning speeds.”

She went to sit down, followed close by Jason. She couldn’t help but notice everyone was staring, but she didn’t care. This is going to be fun, she thought, I’m glad they’re gonna get a fucking kick out of this, she finished her thought.

Class went on as usual, with her scribbling down the notes so quick her arms hurt by the end of it, and Jason just sitting around making sure she wasn’t losing her arms to the writing, and casually laughing at the Professor. Then, the Professor brought up Barry Allen. Dr. Barry Allen and what he does for the criminal psychology people. 

“Forensics go hand-in-hand with criminal psych, normally we can tell, as scholars, from the hitting of the weapon why and who might’ve done it.” The Professor said.

 She saw Jason tense up a bit, and whispered over to him;

“You know Dr. Barry Allen don’t you?”

“He’s my uncle,” he whispered back.

“Well, be sure to tell him I’ve read some of his essays when I wanted to go into forensics instead of criminal psychology.”

“Really? He has essays?”

“Many. Very good writing. 10/10.”

“You’re going to make his week if you keep talking like this.” he mused.

“Good.” you mocked.

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“So, you’re intermixed with a renowned journalist, a legend in forensic testing and you’re the son of Bruce Wayne?” she asked Jason, she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, but there they were, all cards on the table.

“Yeah, I know this is all new to you but famous people tend to know other famous people.” he joked with her.

“Well that’s fair, I guess I kind of know Clark, I met him once at a office party with my mum.”

“He’d probably remember you.”

“Enough of your family ties, huh? You said you wanted to know more about me?”

“Yes, that, did you tell your roommate to pick up your car?” he asked her.

“I did, why was I meant to do that, by the way?” she asked him.

“Because, we, you and I, Y/N, are going to go for a joyride on my motorbike and try to get away from these,” he lowered his voice, “bitch ass cameras,” he grabbed her hand and started running towards his bike, dodging all the paparazzi who just wanted the snag shot of the two. They don’t even know my name, and they’re going off about this, she thought.

When the two met his bike, she looked over it fondly. This guy really likes his red, she thought, that’s fair, I do too.

“Nice bike.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We can ride this bad boy out to the country and try to escape the cameras, which kind of cuts into the lunch date, but hey-”

“That’s just the life someone famous has to live?” she questioned.

“You’re catching on.”

“I could have been a detective if I wanted it.”

He laughed and sat down on his bike and like instinct, she sat behind him and wrapped her hands on his chest and leant in. She didn’t know how to passenger a motorbike, but he didn’t say she did it wrong.

“You ready?”

“Jason, are you going to kill me?”

“Well if the shoe fits.” he mused.

“I’m ready.”

And off they went.

There was something about the way the bike drove through the streets of Gotham that she loved so much, she had already fallen in love with the restless city and called it home long before right now, but this was exhilarating for her. Somehow driving at 120mph was amazing, it brought out this feeling of freedom, something she hadn’t ever felt back home in Metropolis.

It’s worth it, she thought, it’s forever going to be worth it.

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Pulling her off of his bike, the two of them laid underneath the tree on the small hill Jason pulled over by.

“Do you think we escaped the pap?” she asked him.

“Probably not.”

“Festive.”

“So, Y/N, it’s your turn to open up about your family. Besides your mum, I already know about your mum.”

“So, my twin sister goes to our rival school, the Metropolis one, I think she’s more of a people person than I’ll ever be. My parents are still together, they got married after they had my sister and I, so I’m a bastard,” she laughed, “I always like telling people I’m by definition a bastard, a lot of them get mad all like, ‘don’t call yourself that you’re a lovely girl’ and it’s just funny to me,”

He laughed, “You call yourself a bastard out of spite?”

“Am I supposed to not? I think it’s funny-”

“It’s pretty funny. I live out of spite too,” he said, almost like he was pulling out a bad memory, but she egged him on slightly,

“Spite who?” she asked.

“Spite God.”

She let out a laugh, and he seemed to let go of whatever memory he had clung onto to watch her laugh. It was clearly a distracting laugh.

“God tried to strike you and you just went ‘Nah mate, go away’? Respectable. I would do that.” she said while laughing.

“That’s exactly what happened, Y/N-” and his phone pinged, he turned it over, it was Dick.

“Mind sharing who that is?”

“I don’t mind, it’s my older brother sending me an article of us today. We really gave them a show holding hands,” he began reading, “ ‘Millionaire’s Son, Jason Todd, Caught Holding Hands with the Mystery Girl.’ “

“One day they will know my name. And it will be a massive article. Like a gender reveal.”

“Like a gender reveal?!” he said back to her, laughing so hard his smile reached ends she didn’t expect it to be able to go.

“It wasn’t that funny of a joke, Jason,” she said.

“It’s a better joke than my brothers and sister could ever come up with, Y/N, and they’ve had Galas to practice for,” he retorted.

“I’ll set it ablaze like the California gender reveal,” she continued with the joke, expecting this to be too far, but this also showed her that Jason liked dark humor, and she did too.

He burst out laughing at this, and she smiled.

“You have perfect teeth, Jason.”

“Is that what you’re focused on?” he asked.

“They are the forefront when you smile, it is hard not to.”

“Romantic,” he mocked her.

“I can be more romantic next date, if you want it,” she said, inclined towards him saying I want it. She was right.

“I want it.”

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