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nimaanila · 11 months ago

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Slow Down, Cowboy (Part 1)

Pairing: Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth) x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None. This will probably be the first part of a three or four part series. Establishing the pairing. More fluff to come!

Synopsis: Reader is a server/bar keeper at the local saloon. Billy and the guys come for a drink after a long day of horse stealing and cattle rustling. It doesn’t take much for Billy and reader to take an interest in each other.

A/N: So, no surprise I’m on the Tom Blyth train after watching TBOSAS. I needed more so naturally I watched Season 1 of Billy the Kid and let me tell you, I was not disappointed. He is SO FINE in this series!! Kicking my feet and twirling my hair fr. Also a very good series!! Please watch if you love Tom and love a good story. This was born out of disappointment from the lack of writing on Tom’s Billy on this app as well as a craving for more Tom 😅 Enjoy!!

Part 2: Here

Part 1: A Sight for Sore Eyes

The saloon was already hustlin’ and bustlin’ on a Friday evening. The cacophony of chatter, laughter, and glasses clinking, only to be amplified by the 5 or so pairs of cowboy boots you heard stomping into the saloon, accompanied by the incessant ringing of the bell above the entryway door. The scuffed boots belonged to a group of rowdy cowboys coming in for a drink, or three, after a long day of horse thievin’ and cattle rustlin’, no doubt. You eyed up each one of them, noting their greasy hair underneath tattered hats, dirt caked around and under their fingernails, and revolvers strapped to their hips for easy access. You had been around town long enough to know that these guys were up to no good during the day, but that was none of your business. A paying customer was a paying customer, no matter how they got their money.

You carried on serving customers who were already at the bar until you heard the bell above the door ring again, signaling the entrance of another patron. Normally you wouldn’t give that sound a second thought, but something compelled you to glance up in the direction of the noise.

The saloon was small, so there wasn’t much distance between you, working behind the counter, and the door. You were surprised to be met with striking blue eyes underneath curly brown hair and a dark brown top hat. He was tall. Lean. Young. Very handsome. You had not seen him before… at least not in person. Wanted posters with his face and a handsome reward for his capture were plastered all over every county east and west of Lincoln. None other than the infamous Billy the Kid had just stepped through your saloon doors, reputation preceding miles before him.

Despite what you had heard about him, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on him as you memorized his appearance. You noticed his eyes sparkle as they met yours. Perhaps it was from the lights hanging overhead, you thought. He stopped as the door slammed to a close behind him. Without breaking eye contact, he removed his hat and held it to his chest, giving you a polite nod and a slight smile, acknowledging your innocent exchange. He then wandered off to find the loud group of men that had entered the saloon moments before him.

So, Billy the Kid was riding around town with these guys. You knew to keep your distance from guys like that in your personal life, but at work, money was money. The group of guys came up to the bar, eyeing you up and down before placing their drink orders. They weren’t original; Whistles and cat calls accompanied by orders for straight vodka or whiskey for the lot. You handed out drinks with a smile, graciously accepting their tips. Then, they were on their way, hootin’ and hollerin’ over to a table in the corner to drink until they got dizzy, celebrating their accomplishments of the day. All that was left behind was Billy.

“How can I help you today, sir?” You asked him, quickly realizing he was a man of few words. He had not made a single comment like his buddies had when they approached the counter.

Billy had put his hat back on shortly after entering the saloon, but he took it off again as soon as you addressed him, making eye contact. A sign of respect.

“Hi there. Whiskey, please.” His slight southern drawl was charming, you had to admit. But it seemed newly acquired. He wasn’t from here originally. You didn’t know much about him aside from the daily town gossip, but something told you he was different. Misunderstood, maybe.

You nodded your head and smiled. “One whiskey, comin’ right up.” You set a glass down in front of him and poured the amber liquid into it. He picked the glass up and drank it down in one gulp. Must have been a hard day, you thought to yourself.

He tapped the rim of the glass with his index finger a couple of times before meeting your gaze again. “Another, please, ma’am,” he asked softly. You obliged and poured him another. This time he decided to sip instead of down it in under three seconds.

“You got it. Holler if you need anythin’ else. Okay, darlin’?” He nodded and dropped his gaze down to the glass in front of him. Perhaps it was the warmth of the alcohol, but you could have sworn you saw a blush creep up on his cheeks. You smiled to yourself once your back was turned.

The night went on as you carried on taking care of the patrons at your bar, drinking themselves to sleep or until their buddies helped them stumble home. You and Billy stole glances and sweet smiles throughout the whole night. Eventually, the saloon cleared out leaving only you and Billy, who had joined his friends at their table shortly after getting his third whiskey from you. As you were wiping down the bar counter and cleaning glasses to start closing up, you watched Billy talk to his group of cowboys. They seemed to be egging him on to do something, but he kept shaking his head and laughing, declining politely. Eventually they got the message, clapping him on the shoulder and exiting the saloon, claiming they would see him back at camp.

You kept your head down as you continued to polish glasses and silverware, ears perking up at the sound of his boots scraping the hardwood floor in your direction. Billy gently set the glass on the counter in front of you with a thud before resting his elbows on it, leaning in your direction. You looked up at him through your lashes. “Not headin’ out with your buddies?”

Billy shook his head, noticing your clean nails and the absence of a wedding ring. “No, ma’am. I don’t partake in their late night activities,” Billy told you in a soft voice. You wondered what activity he was referring to. It could be one of two things: drinking, or women. Since they already had the drinking part taken care of, there was only one other thing it could be. You weren’t sure why, but learning this about him made you feel happy. Relieved, almost.

You placed the glass you were cleaning back on the shelf underneath the bar and threw the rag you were using over your shoulder. With a hand on your hip, you asked, “well, in that case, is there anything else I can get you this evening, cowboy? We are closing right about now.” You waited for him to answer, taking the opportunity to appreciate how well his plaid dress shirt fit him, the top two buttons now open to reveal a new patch of skin you had not seen upon his arrival. You pulled your eyes away when you realized you had been staring a second too long.

“No more drinks for me, ma’am. Thank you, though. There was one other thing I was hoping to get from you, if you don’t mind me asking.” You leaned forward yourself, really meeting his eyes this time. With him leaning across the bar like that, he was the closest he had been all night. The bright blue of his eyes couldn’t even get lost in the dim light of the saloon. You hated how your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close you two actually were.

You cleared your throat and took a second to steady yourself before asking with a playful smile on your lips, “and what might that be?” Billy smiled in return, dropping his eyes to his hands before returning them to you again. “I was hoping I might learn the name of the beautiful woman serving me drinks tonight. So I know who to ask for when I come back tomorrow.” There it was, that smile again, that threatened to leave you speechless. Honestly, you were pleasantly surprised by his manners, especially for a man so young and to be riding around with gunslingers all day. You had heard he was dangerous, but you seemed to have forgotten that. Although you were nervous to be alone with him, you also felt safe. Safe enough to share your name with him.

“Y/N,” you told him with a smile and a nod. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.”

“Likewise, miss Y/N. My name is William but folks call me Billy. I sure do hope I’ll be seein’ you again real soon.” His voice was smooth, like it was dripping in honey. His charm was effortless and completely disarmed you. Those goddamn cowboys.

“Well, I’m here pretty much 24/7 so, drop in whenever you like. Now I know who to look out for.” You smiled at him again, holding his gaze for a second. He nodded and made his way to the door, stopping to turn around and look at you one last time before exiting the saloon. He tipped his hat to you as he said, “you sure are a sight for sore eyes. You have a good night now,” and was whisked away by the evening breeze.

You stared at the door where he stood just moments before, simultaneously smiling to yourself like an idiot and cursing yourself for being so smitten by a cowboy upon the first interaction. He left you breathless and with only one thought:

In a world of boys he’s a gentleman.

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #billy the kid fanfiction #Tom Blyth fluff #fluff #Tom Blyth fanfiction #billy the kid fluff

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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago

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Horse Girl - LN4

High school sweethearts Lando and Y/N are very in love (she also happens to be Flo's best friend and they met through their yards) (any words you don't understand are probably just unimportant horsey terms dw about it) (also idk anything about flo's riding journey, so i made it mirror mine)

Lando Norris x reader

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"Flo," Y/N called as she appeared at the stable door. She had Gismo's bridle over her shoulder and her riding hat already on her head. "Think I borrow your martingale?"

Flo left her brush on her horses back and turned towards her friend. "I have conditions."

"Give them to me."

Flo held out her hand, checking things off on her fingers. "You clean it for me at the end of the week, you muck out for me tonight and we go on a hack."

Y/N let out a sigh. "I'm going out with Lando tonight," she said.

Being in a long distance relationship with an F1 driver wasn't easy. Y/N had to stay in England to take care of Gismo and Sooty while Lando was living in Monaco and travelling the world.

When Y/N could, she got somebody to look after the horses and spent a week with Lando in Monaco. When Lando could, he spent the week at Y/N's, visiting his family and watching her ride.

Y/N tried to spend as much time over the summer and winter breaks with him. But this year Y/N began competing Gismo. Lando travelled with her when he could during her competitions. He always had his camera with him, posting her on the jpg account.

Lando and Y/N had been friends for a bloody long time. When Flo started riding lessons, she was stuck behind a girl on a fat little pony that refused to do more than a walk. When their lesson activity had them riding side by side, Flo and Y/N became fast friends.

They went from a weekend lesson together to being at the yard every single day. They loaned the same horse, Y/N riding him for half of the week and Flo riding him for the other. Most of the time they'd be there on the same day, mucking out his stable together and cleaning his tack together. On Flo's day's to ride, Y/N was the one who sorted the jumps and picked up the shit.

When they were younger, when they'd spend all day at the stables, Y/N would sleep over at the Norris house. Flo lived closer to the yard so it just made sense.

Staying at the Norris house meant meeting Flo's big brother. Y/N had heard stories of him before, stories of his karting and his dreams of being in F1.

And then Y/N met Lando. He was the kind of boy who, when Y/N slept over, he wouldn't leave them alone. He was the annoying big brother that stopped by to make a comment on the film they were watching, steal some of their snacks and run off to play his PlayStation.

When they were teenagers, Y/N fifteen and Lando seventeen, things changed. He kept on with that whole annoying big brother image until he was around fifteen. And then he didn't care about teasing the girls - he was too busy winning in F3.

But at seventeen, he started to see Y/N a little differently. She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she watched him win around Silverstone. When he saw her afterwards, he saw her in a new light. Maybe it was that post win haze. But no, because the feelings didn't go away.

Lando waited two and a bit years before he made a move. He was in F2, then, waiting to take his place on the McLaren F1 team. Y/N and Flo were show jumping at the lower levels and Flo was Y/N's show groom for when she tried her hand at eventing.

Lando came up with every excuse in the book to join Y/N and Flo when they went eventing. He offered to drive the trailer for them, offered to groom and tack up Sooty for her. Of course, Lando had no idea what he was doing when it came to grooming and tacking up.

Flo was heavily judging her brother, but she let him come with them. He stood by the trailer, feeding Sooty mints while Y/N and Flo tacked up.

Before Lando entered F1, he knew he had to make his move. Y/N had agreed to help Flo with her horses for the night while she was off doing something unknown. It was November and Lando had just turned 19. It was now or never.

Lando made his way down to the stables. It was dark and freezing, the stables lit by floodlights. Y/N had mucked out Flo's horses and had moved onto hay. Her own horses hadn't yet been taken care of; she could deal with them once she was done with Flo's horses. Lando walked across the yard, trying to avoid getting mud on his shoes. "Y/N?" He called, looking from stable to stable.

Y/N emerged from a barn. She was in her black riding pants, mud splashed up the side. The mud disappeared under her coat and she wore a knitted beanie on her head. "Lando? What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked out of the barn with hay in her arms.

Lando let out a laugh when he saw the mud up her side. "Did you fall off or something?"

She let out a laugh as she threw the hay over the stable door. "Yeah, Sooty decided there was a gremlin hiding in the corner of the arena and freaked out," she answered as she bolted the stable door shut.

With Flo's horses done, Y/N started looking after her own. As she mucked out, Lando talked to her and gave Gismo attention. "So, McLaren, huh?" Y/N asked as she moved Gismo away from the stable door. "You excited?"

"You know it, baby!" Lando cheered. But his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he scratched at the back of his neck. "Are you gonna come to any of my races?"

"Yeah I'll go with Flo."

But that wasn't what Lando meant. He cleared his throat and rocked on his heels. "What if Flo doesn't go to any? Will you?"

Y/N stopped and put her broom against the stable wall. She crossed her arms over her coat and turned towards her best friends brother. "What are you trying to say, Lan?" Because there was clearly something he wasn't getting across.

Lan. He loved it. He loved when Y/N called him Lan. He somehow went even more red as he looked at her. "I want you to come to my races with me, whether Flo is there or not."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh holy shit, Lan. I'd love to." She looked back at Gismo. "But I can't. Not when I've got these guys."

"Let me take you on a date then, before I go."

That was five years ago. Now, everybody was waiting for the couple to get engaged.

They were in the process of trying to move in together, but that meant Y/N moving the horses with her. Trying to find a stables just outside of Monaco that wasn't over the top expensive seemed too be an impossible task. Lando was happy to pay any amount of money to have his girlfriend and the horses there with him.

But Y/N didn't want to do that. She didn't want to have to rely on Lando to pay for everything. She was going to make it to Monaco, to be there with him, on her own.

Until then they were stuck with the odd date night whenever Lando could come back to England. If Y/N could, she paid somebody to look after Sooty and Gismo while she went to Monaco or to the odd race.

"Is he meeting you here?" Asked Flo as they walked across the stables, towards where they kept their equipment.

Y/N nodded her head. "Should get here just before I'm done with Gismo," she answered. "Pretty good timing if you ask me."

Lando was an incredibly supportive boyfriend. He had to be, with Y/N supporting his Formula One career. Whenever Lando could he came to one of her shows. No matter if she was eventing or jumping or doing dressage, Lando was watching with his camera.

Flo let out a sigh as she passed the martingale to Y/N. "You know, it might actually be nice to see him," she said as she and Y/N made their way back over to the horse.

Y/N quickly got herself and Gismo ready. She led him out to the arena and mounted. She rode him around the arena, warming him up and sending him flying over jumps as she waited for her boyfriend to appear.

Boyfriend. It had been weird saying that at first. After he and Y/N had their first date Lando was whisked away into the world of Formula One. They called a lot in that time, but it was strange. Their dynamics had changed but they weren't together yet.

It was a while before they got to have a second date.

A month after the second they had their third. That was when Lando officially asked her to be his.

That was five years ago.

As soon as Lando turned up to the stables, he knew white trainers had been a mistake. Actually, bringing such an expensive car had been a mistake. But, he got out anyway, locked it, and walked to where he knew he would find his girlfriend.

Lando was in awe every time he watched her ride. He couldn't tear her eyes away as she sent Gismo flying over the jumps, throwing her hands forward to let his neck stretch.

Lando had sat on Gismo before. He was the calmer of the two horses, the only one Y/N trusted to take care of Lando.

When Y/N finished jumping and brought Gismo back down to a trot, Lando clapped. Once upon a time he had whistled for her, but Sooty had spooked and Y/N had fallen off. Lando hadn't done it since.

"Lan!" Y/N called as she steers Gismo towards him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Lando as Gismo put his head over the fence, searching him for treats. When he discovered Lando didn't have any, he resorted to getting attention instead. "Missed you as well, Gremlin."

Y/N took two minutes to cool Gismo down before she jumped off. She took him back to the stable and untacked him in record time, all while Lando watched. It was incredible watching her do the thing she loved, he realised. She must've felt the same way about him.

As soon as she was done, it was time for date night. Y/N finally managed to wrap her arms around Lando, holding him close. "You're gonna stink of horses," she said as Lando squeezed her even tighter.

"I don't care," he answered before he kissed her.

Keeping one arm around her waist, Lando walked her out to the car. Her boots were muddy on his cars interior, but Lando didn't care. She could have walked shit into his car and he wouldn't have cared.

"I brought that dress you like," Lando said. Before he'd gotten to the stables he'd stopped at Y/Ns apartment to get something for her to wear.

"You're the best, Lan," she said as she sorted the music.

I won't bore you with the details of their drive to their drive to the restaurant. Once they pulled up in the car park Y/N tried her best to get dressed in the not very spacious car, since their was no way she was getting in in her state. She combed her fingers through her hair, brushing out any hay.

"Goddamn," said Lando as she stepped out the car. Y/N slipped her hand into his and she walked in.

The restaurant was nice, rather fancy. The pair shared a candle-lit Italian dinner, with music playing softly in the background. Y/N listened eagerly as Lando spoke about his last race. "I really wish you were there, though," he muttered as he finished his dinner. "I can't wait for you to move to Monaco."

"I know, Lan. I can't wait either," she replied. They were making progress. Y/N had found a stables near enough by and it wasn't too pricy. She had a key to Lando's apartment, where she was staying for the weekend while he was away at another race.

As soon as they were finished eating, Lando asked for the bill. "No dessert?" Y/N asked with a frown. Lando loved his dessert, but today he was rushing.

"Nope," Lando answered as he paid. "My trainer would kill me."

As soon as he had paid, Lando escorted Y/N out of the restaurant. He walked her over to the car, stopping half way to do up his laces.

"Thanks for tonight, Lan," she said as she turned towards him.

But, when she did, Lando wasn't doing up his laces. He was down on one knew, an open ring box in his hand. Inside of the ring box was, well, a ring. It was simple, a band with a small stone, just the way Y/N liked it. "I know we haven't moved in together yet, but I really wanna marry you."

There was a moment where Y/N couldn't answer him. She was in complete and utter shock. The only talks of marriage had been tabloid speculation, no indicators from Lando himself. "Holy shit, Lan," she said, because that was all she could say.

It wasn't a question of whether Y/N wanted to marry him. Of course she did. She wanted that more than anything.

"Holy shit Lando Norris. Of course I'll marry you."

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gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months ago

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I’ve just seen Wonka AND IT WAS GREAT HONESTLY and if you’re taking requests I have an idea

So in the 2005 version, Wonka’s father is a dentist, right? Well, what if, in the 2023 version, he starts to crush on y/n, who is the daughter of a dentist? He tries to get her attention with chocolate flowers and such, but she doesn’t eat candy so none of his tricks work on her. He’s kinda obsessive but in a cute way, like he won’t give up until she notices him.

𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃

A/N- , this is genius kinda changed it up a lil hope you don’t mind );

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t

The second you saw the man at the gallery while strolling outside, you stopped with a quirked eyebrow.

This was the chocolate a lot of your patients had started eating, causing a ton of cavities. Maybe you’ll just stop by and see what everyone’s talking about.

You walked into the gallery, and towards the colorful exterior. You entered with a heavy sigh, okay, it looked better than you expected.

“Hello, Ma’am. Welcome to Wonkas, Would you like to try our new-“

“No thanks.” You looked at the man talking, he was dressed in a top hat with little curls peaking underneath, an interesting coat, and a cane.

“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need.” He said with a wide smile. And Willy didn’t show it, but the second you stepped in he was in awe.

You were beautiful. And in his opinion, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He was attractive in your eyes, but you pushed those thoughts down.

“Actually, do you happen to know where the owner is..?”

“You’re looking at him.”

“Oh..! I just wanted to.. ask some questions, if that’s alright.” You started.

“Ask away!" he said excitedly.

"May I ask what you put in your chocolates...? I'm a dentist, and I was just curious as to what everyone is getting cavities over."

He nodded, "Well, depends on what we're talking about. I got giraffes milk in all of them, then cocoa beans. Then my hover-chocs have hoverfly eggs." he rambled on.

You looked at the man, confused and interested.

"That's interesting... You're a strange man, Mr. Wonka." You said with a small laugh.

"Willy."

"I'm sorry?"

"Sorry, Willys my first name." He laughed, not being used to being called his last name.

"Right, of course. I'm Y/N."

"Pleased to meet you. Do you work at the office down the road?"

You nodded and smiled, and by the time you bid your farewell, he was already head over heels.

He had ran into you the next day as well, he called it an odd coincidence. He suddenly pulled a chocolate flower out from his hat, you smiled as he tried to hand it to you.

"Sorry, Willy. I don't eat chocolate." you shrugged. His eyes widened, and he tucked it away.

"Don't like chocolate?" He said, feigning offense as he held a hand on his heart.

“Just not a fan.”

He sighed. He'll steal your heart one way or another.

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A couple days later, the receptionist calls you on your break. You head up to see a basket, a small teddy bear and chocolates stuffed in them.

You had a good idea of who it came from.

You smiled slightly at it, the receptionist began to tease but you rolled your eyes and laughed, taking it back to the break room.

You opened up the letter he left, a smile on your face as you read.

"Y/n, I know you're not a fan of chocolate or sweets or whatever, but I am hoping these will change your mind. These are zero-sugar, dark chocolate bars I made just for you, I tried to make them taste better than some other healthy ones. Let me know how they are." he had written down, with a small smiley face after that.

You smiled at the thoughtfulness of it, taking it out the wrapper and eating it. It was delicious, you'll give him that.

#willy wonka x you #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #timothee chalamet wonka #timothee!wonka x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x reader #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée x reader

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murdrdocs · 7 months ago

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MISCELLANEOUS ONE SHOTS !

includes ... BILLY BONNEY, RODRICK HEFFLEY, MITCH RAPP, JAKE SERESIN, BARBIE, ADAM WARLOCK, RANSOM DRYSDALE, ISAAC LAHEY, ABED NADIR, PAUL ATREIDES, FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN, VINCENT RENZI, SARAH CAMERON, RICK GRIMES, TIM LAFLOUR, STEVE RAGLAN, WES HICKS, WALLY CLARK, JOHNNY CASTLE. STEVE MURPHY, DODGE MASON, OLIVER QUICK, FELIX CATTON, DUKE LETO, CARMEN BERZATTO, LUCA (THE BEAR), LUKE RIORDAN

☼ fluff. ☽ smut (18+). ☁︎ suggestive. ϟ dark content ☆ favorite full masterlist

note: most if not all works are fem!reader intended.

all works are 18+.

billy the kid teaches you how to ride ☽

rodrick heffley finds your panties ☽

rodrick heffley fucks you on his twin xl ☽

mitch rapp teaches you how to fight ☁︎

mitch pushes you to your limits when he trains you ☽

☆ jake seresin is the epitome of boyfriend

barbie's new life in the real world is domestic

more domesticity with barbie

barbie's fashion headcanon

barbie thinks you should get married

barbie learns about the cowboy hat rule

adam warlock and his corruption kink ☁︎

adam warlock and thigh riding ☽

ransom drysdale doesn't care for your clothes ☽

isaac lahey is a new wolf and more possessive

abed nadir plays the role of the pornography director ☽

paul atreides likes to make you cry ☽

☆ feyd rautha harkonnen is brought to his knees by you ☁︎

☆ vincent renzi knocks before entering ☽

vincent renzi likes to make you squirt ☽

sarah cameron wants to break you and rafe up ☁︎

sarah cameron wants to use the wand and rabbit ☽

rick grimes fucks with you despite his marriage ☽

rick grimes doesn't put up with your attitude ☽

rick grimes knows you don't really hate him ☽

tim laflour fucks in a jill scott way ☽

steve raglan fucks you in his office ☽

wes hicks likes when you give him head ☽

perv! wally clark steals your panties ☽ ϟ

wally clark loves when you wear his jacket ☼

johnny castle finally releases his energy with you ☽

steve murphy needs you even when you’re sleepy ☽

dodge mason likes to tease ☽

your relationship with oliver quick and felix catton is complicated ☽

felix catton helps you welcome oliver quick ☽

oliver quick pisses with you ☽

felix catton makes a move for you ☽

duke leto lets you cockwarm him ☽

carmy berzatto makes promises he cant keep ☽

carmy berzatto looks beautiful in the aftermath ☽

luca as your estranged stepbrother ☽ϟ

you and luca announce your engagement

luca and soft, sleepy shower sex ☽

luca's casual manhandling

luca and his impatience ☽

luke riordan helps when you're rolling ☽

luke riordan helps you ride out your high ☽

#–𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 #updated: september 16 2024.#rodricksworld!#vincentsworld!#barbiesworld!#sarahsworld!#ricksworld!#felixsworld!#oliversworld!#celeste writes misc

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emluvd · 1 year ago

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「R. ZORO | PUCCA & GARU DYNAMIC」

pair: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

summary: headcanon of zoro and his s/o having a dynamic similar to pucca and garu

notes: if there's any way zoro would be with his s/o it's the way garu is

disclaimer: none

NOW ZORO COULD hardly deal with the pervert love cook chef chasing women around to love, but having a copy paste of him in form of a girl who only had eyes on him was way worse.

Everyone in the straw hat crew adored you with your extreme want to help and infinite kindness(too much at times), but the moment you were with Zoro that quickly changed to one of a clingy hopelessly in love, doing anything for him and crave for his affection

something sanji constantly would break down about in pure jealousy and sadness on how a beautiful woman pays attention to the marimo than him

Zoro though would try his best hide or run away from you, not having the same interest in you as you do for him (yet), but just shyness and embarrassment that makes his heart pound hard

There was one thing he couldn't deny though. Apart from Luffy who held his full respect, you were the other person that has it too.

You were beautiful (he can't deny that), but he didn't care about that. It was your monster strength that scared him, but respected.

(specially knowing that you ate no devil fruit to obtain it, but trained hard for it)

Each time they fought the marines or other pirates, you would always stay besides zoro and fight besides, covering his blind spots

you'll constantly look at him with heart eyes when defeating the enemy saying, "zoro, my love~! how about some booze that I'll steal from the ship for you~!"

that was just the tip of your crave for love from him.

Constantly looking for him, hugging him (making him blush furiously), feeding him, taking care of him; everything that indicated you wanted to be more than crewmates.

Yet, he couldn't accept it. Everyone in the ship knew. A day didn't pass by without having Sanji yell at him, Brook compliment the young love and the rest teasing him about the woman.

He would sigh to himself, looking out the window of the crow nest, seeing her small figure down below laughing with the rest. A smile crept in his face, but his mind overpowered his heart. Telling himself that this isn't what he wants, leaving his heart to ache. Another thing he couldn't deny, was his growing love for her.

It was made more obvious by his now tsundere attitude

It's not like he didn't have it before, just that now it was amplified to the max

you entered the room, he left

even going to extreme lengths of jumping from a window and falling to the sea

you hugged him, he tries to push you off and throw you (which you laugh about) as his face shines bright red

you gave him gifts, he'll take them reluctantly before taking off

however, he would be the very first one to protect you. anyone who dares hit you or hurt you, you bet he cuts them into pieces.

he tries his best to steal a glance, looking where you were injured as you fawn over him

"Zoro, my love~, I fell more in love with you!"

"Shut up!"

he notices the very small things about you

the smell of your perfume, your favorite food, your favorite spot in the ship which surprisingly wasn't the crow nest, but where nami's trees and robin's flowers were and most importantly he noticed each time your eyes shined when you felt your dream was closer to come true which was to become the most dangerous woman.

Zoro would stare at you as you celebrated your bounty going up, nearing the billions. You didn't notice his stare, but everyone else did, even the oblivious captain that was busy spinning you around.

He smiled, chugging down the sake that was in his hand. Letting his eyes rest. Maybe one day, he'll no longer run away from you. As this was one of the first times his heart over powered his mind, walking towards you.

You immediately spotting Zoro and shoving Luffy away from you as you skipped towards Zoro.

"Look Roro!" You shoved your bounty to his face. "Have you fallen for me yet~"

He patted your head, making your eyes widened, you had expected him to tease you and leave like always but,

"I'll fall when that thing surpasses mine." He then walked away with his sake leaving you flustered with a big grin on your face.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #x reader #fem reader

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Late Night Visitor

Warnings: unprotected sex with an ex

With a groan, you crawl out of bed and make your way to the door where someone insists on knocking like it’s not after midnight. You yank the door open with a growled what but you’re face instantly falls at what you find.

“Y/N, thank god you answered.” JJ sighs, clutching at his chest for a moment before tugging his hat off. He looks awful. His blue eyes are ringed red, his lip is split, and he reeks of booze. The dark circles under his eyes indicate he’s not sleeping much either.

“What are you doing here, JJ?” You ask, suddenly self conscious to the fact that you’re only wearing a long sleep shirt and panties in front of your ex.

“C-can I come in? I need to talk to you.” JJ insists, his blue eyes pleading with you. It breaks your heart and you can’t help but step aside so he can enter. It was your fault after all that he was in this state. You shut the door behind him and turn to face him. JJ releases a shuddering breath before taking a seat on a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“What’s this about?” You ask, keeping your arms crossed to conceal your nipples.

“I just… I just wanted to see you.”

“You said you needed to talk. So talk, J. It’s late.”

“I fucked up. I know that. I miss you so much I can hardly breathe.” Your heart lodges in your throat, his words instantly bringing tears to your eyes. You missed him too.

“Are you happier without me? Do you miss me at all?” The pain in his voice has tears streaming down your face. His own eyes filled with unshed tears. You hated this.

“J—.”

“I gave you everything I had.” JJ hiccups a sob, his own tears trailing down his cheeks. The more he talked, the more it hurt and you found yourself lunging forward to shut him up the only way you knew how.

He doesn’t hesitate in kissing you back, the salty taste of his tears lingering on his lips. His hands slide down your waist to cup your ass as he stands before quickly sitting you on the small dining room table. You press your hands against his broad chest as you pull your mouth from his to stare up into his hungry eyes.

“Just this once then you leave. You have to get your shit together. For me.” You insist, not letting him move in for another kiss until he nods angrily.

“Fine.” He grumbles, swatting your hands away and yanking you forward by the scruff of your neck. It’s so easy to give in to him. To fall back into that same pattern all over again. He was the love of your life but he had to fix his own demons before he could love you the way you deserved. He had to find himself worthy of your love. Breaking up was the only way to insure distance. Except now.

JJ’s lips are feverish and hard, his shorts coming now in record time before he rips your panties down your legs. He’s never been this rough and eager before. He must really be hurting. You open your mouth to tell him to slow down when two fingers roughly slam into your pussy, making your jerk and gasp as he finds your g spot so quickly. His movements hard and fast.

You cling to his shirt with one hand, stroking his hard cock with the other as your foreheads rest together. The sound of your wetness and heavy breathing echoes in the small apartment as JJ quickly brings you to your release. He doesn’t wait for you to come down before he’s thrusting inside you, his hand wound in your hair to hold you close. His cock touches so deep that it aches, your walls still spasming from your first orgasm as he rapidly brings you to another with every rough stroke. The table scoots across the floor with every lust filled grunt from him, his jaw in a hard line as you cry out for him.

“Fuck, J.” You push at his chest for some relief, the sensitivity becoming painful but he only spared you a moment as he quickly pulls you to your feet and bends you over the table. His front molds to your back as he fills you up from behind, one hand on your hip and the other cupping your throat. JJ grunts and moans in your ear as he steals another orgasm from you and causing your legs to nearly give out.

“You’re never getting rid of me.” JJ growls in your ear with each hard snap of his hips. You lift your leg up onto the table, your back and neck arched as you moan in response. His lips find your neck, gentling biting and sucking so you have to wear his mark for the next few days.

“I’m inside you and I’m never letting you go. I promise.” JJ growls, groaning a second later as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

“JJ.” Your body starts to slump before he quickly withdraws and sits you on the table, his fingers roughly pushing his cum back inside your sore pussy. You whine just as he kisses you, his free hand tangling in your hair.

“Let me come home, baby. I’ll wake you up every morning showing you I’ve changed.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow #jj maybank x you #jj obx #blueicequeen19

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addicted-to-dc · 7 months ago

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If your still taking requests can you write an platonic Bruce and Damian x Female reader.

Summary: Reader is working at a coffee shop one day,until bruce takes his son Damian out for coffee and meet the reader that was taking their order. They start acting strange when meeting her because she looks like Bruce's late wife Talia(Damian mother). They end up stalking and kidnapping her.

Ooooo I love thissss. I'm inspireedddddd. Okay, imagine this:

You switched shifts with your work bestie. It was well worth the sacrifice, especially since it's an oddly dull day. Rain was no stranger to Gotham, but this storm is something else.

The door's blown open multiple times, the entire front nearly flooding in an instant until you shoved it shut. At least you have something to do now. Your mind wanders to what the hell you're having for dinner tonight. Should you steal a muffin before leaving and catch up on the show you're watching? Maybe a movie would be better, less chance of binging multiple seasons throughout the night-

DING

Turning around, you move to close the door, but you're shocked to see a large person (?) enter the store. The father is completely soaked, black hair flat against his head despite the hat he's wearing. Then he pulls his coat open, revealing a completely dry boy.

Your heart melts instantly. That's so adorable.

"Welcome in! Glad to see you survived the storm," you joke, hoping to lighten the mood. The poor man looked like he needed it.

"Barely," he smiles, placing his coat on the rack. "London fog for me, with milk, and he'll have-"

"I will have the same, but with oat milk. Whip cream on the side... extra whip cream," his son interjects. His father raises a brow. "Please and thank you."

"You are very welcome," you smile, crinkling your eyes so they can see it behind the face mask. You lean forward, pointing to the table in the corner. "That's the warmest spot in the front. I'll bring out your drinks soon."

"I didn't-"

"On the house, now go warm up," you say, shooing them both off. "You'll get sick."

The boy goes to roll his eyes, but they catch yours. There's a flash of recognition in his green orbs, a hint of sadness dripping into it before he recovers. He nods dutifully and sits in the corner.

His father on the other hand stays put. He places a twenty in the tip jar, and you can only huff out a laugh.

"Defeats the whole purpose of 'on the house' but I won't stop you."

He chuckles, "Consider it a thank you. Our driver's stuck in traffic and you're the only one open."

"I'm surprised you can see the open sign at all out there. I haven't seen a storm like this since the defrost from that Freeze attack a few years back."

"I remember that one, pretty sure we had to renovate the sewage system."

"It's a good one. We haven't had a bad flood since."

There's a lull in the conversation. You look to your right. His son's staring at you from afar, that same haunting look in his eyes. Your heartstrings tug at that. What does he see that makes you familiar?

"Your little man over there is looking lonely. I'll get these drinks started."

"I'll leave you to it."

He steps away, his stormy blue eyes lingering on you for a bit too long. He joins his son at the table, their conversation hushed. Not like you can hear it anyway with the rain.

The London Fogs... check, but your mask got drenched when water splashed all over you. That was your last one, too. It's fine, not like you'd be interacting with a lot of people today anyways.

Now, this last part is really going to make or break this kid's day. Grabbing a small dish, you take out the whip cream and create a HUGE swirl of it. He's going to love it.

Minding the still wet floor, you place their tea cups on the table. "Here you are, and last, but not least, your extra whip cream. Hope you like it."

They remain in the shop for the rest of your shift, waiting out the storm until you have to close. Walking back to their table, you collect their dirty dishes. "I'm closing early. You still have some time, but I hope your driver arrives soon."

You smile at the boy, but as soon as your eyes meet the man's you finally recognize him... Bruce Wayne? Man, the storm did a number on him if it rendered him unrecognizable.

He shakes his head. "Multiple accidents, everyone's stuck until the rain clears. How're you planning on getting home? I hope you're not driving."

"No, no, I don't think I can be trusted to drive in this city," you joke, taking a step back. "It's only a little walk."

"More like a swim today," the little one snarks, wrenching a snort out of you.

"Good thing I'm here 'til close."

The air shifts at that. You're not sure why, but the warmth from the vents disappearing tells you everything right before the lights go out.

"Great," you sigh, blindly placing the dishes back onto the table. "Give me a moment, let me check-"

You feel a sharp pain in your neck, stumbling into the next table over as the rain becomes deafening. All it takes is a simple shove and your balance is gone, the floor raising to hit you in the face. Or was it you falling into it?

"She looks just like her."

"Yes, Damian, she really does."

BOOM and I thought I couldn't write anymore. Couldn't really fit the stalking in here, but c'monnnn use your imagination. Bruce and Damian probably saw this as a chance to finally get you.

#bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #batman x reader #robin x reader

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cottoncandy-cult · 1 year ago

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Gentle Touches

Meliodas x chubby! reader

Meliodas sighed as he entered his bedroom in just his pants, he had just finished his bath and was ready for bed. He smiled towards the comfy piece of furniture as he entered, that smile broadening when he spotted the lump under the covers. (Y/n) had come up to the room an hour before him, she had been quite tired after how busy the day had been, and he didn't blame her. She always worked hard and today they had more customers than any of their previous stops, because of that after they closed most of them hung around near the bar for a drink or two. The blonde male made his silent approach, a small candle dimly burned on his side of the bed and lit up the small area. Giving him enough light to see his sleeping lovers face, he adored the woman more than anything else in this world. He moved to sit beside her, reaching out to gently stroke her plump cheek and brush some of her silken (H/c) hair away. It had been almost a year since they started dating, the two were a bit of an odd pair given their different heights and frames. He was smaller and leaner while she was taller and pleasantly chubby, he loved that about her. He'd certainly love her no matter her form, but he thought she was beautiful as she was.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid under the cover, he was careful when snuggling up to her but even in her deep sleep she recognized his presence. Her body curled towards him a little, a soft hum escaping the sleeping girl. Meliodas chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of (Y/n)'s head as he gently rubbed her back. His fingers grazed over a couple deep scars, making him hold her closer as a colder look filled his eyes. When they had first met the girl had been living in a disgusting town, the town and a majority of its people were cruel and selfish and only cared about physical appearance. (Y/n) was one of a handful of good people being treated like dirt, it wasn't even as if she eats a lot but that it was just her more natural body. He thought she was beautiful, but he watched others insult and harass her, it was when things got physical, and she got thrown across a rocky hill side that he decided to put his foot down. They were near a slate like mountain so most the natural stones were quite hard and sharp, it was one reason boats were incredibly careful near its coast.

Meliodas hadn't been the only one to witness what had happened, Elizabeth had been quick to rush to the girl's side and that was enough to make the others move. They brought the girl into the boar's hat and tended to her injuries, every time he saw or touched these scars, he felt his anger bubble up. She was too sweet of a girl to deserve such harsh treatment. His movements came to a stop when he heard her groan, his fingers stopping where they were as she shifted. "Meli, you're squishing me..." Her sleepy voice made him realize he had been holding her tight to his chest, so he loosened his grip and watched her lean back a little to look up at him. Having just woke and still being tired her (E/c) eyes were a bit bloodshot and glossy; she gave him a lazy smile. "I keep telling you not to touch them if it's gonna upset you..." Her voice was a bit raspy and low, but he still smiled when hearing her speak to him. "I'm not upset, I just don't understand how so many people can be so ugly that they make excuses to hurt an angel..."

His voice was soft and smooth as he leaned his forehead against hers, gently rubbing his nose against her own as a deep crimson covered her cheeks. Her body pressed close to his as her own arms curled around his waist, one of her legs slipping between his own as they tangled themselves together. "None of that matters now, I'm here with you and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She leaned forward to steal a kiss from him, something he quickly reciprocated. The kiss was sweet and warm, both parties smiling lovingly as they'd break apart just to reconnect over and over before they settled against the pillows together. As the candlelight began to fade out the two had begun to fall asleep, comfortable within each other's arms.

#fluff #x reader #fem reader #chubby reader #meliodas #meliodas x reader #seven deadly sins fluff #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #candy cult vault #Meliodas x chubby reader

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dyinglikenarcissus · 1 month ago

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Chapter 6. All Good Things Come to those Who Can Wait

7k words

Warnings: 18+ only. Virgin’s first time. It starts off gentle but it definitely gets rough

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There’s a knock at your door far too early in the morning. You scrub your eyes and try to discern if it was part of a dream or real life.

Another knock makes you finally sit up.

You blink around your bedroom blearily. You weren’t expecting any packages or visitors. Maybe it was surprise PR…

You finally kick your feet to the floor and shuffle to the living room. You pull the step stool you keep near the door in place and check who’s outside.

“Bucky?” You whisper to yourself. Jethro chirps happily next to you as if confirming the visitor is his favorite babysitter.

“Good morning, princess!” He greets far too cheerfully for this early in the morning. “Were you asleep?”

“Who isn’t? It’s 5am on a Saturday,” you mumble and fall into his hug.

“It’s a good thing I brought you coffee,” he laughs and hands you a Dutch Bros cup. This is the most cheerful you’ve seen him since your wedding day. And he stopped up north for this? “I need you to pack up your shit and the pipsqueak.”

Your eyes widen at the statement. What did that mean? Were there more feds? Is there another trial? Are you running from someone?

“What’s going on?” You frown up at the giant brunet. “Is something… happening?”

Bucky snorts out a laugh. “No. You’re going on vacation.”

“Vacation? What? Now? Where? It’s almost Halloween! And the wedding!”

Bucky gives you a pointed look. He still hasn’t had that talk apparently.

“Am I going to Disney Shanghai?” You ask, changing the subject quickly.

“No.”

“Then I’m good.”

“Girl, if you don’t go pack your stuff!” Sam calls as he enters the door. You cry out his name and jump into his arms. “It’s been far too long,” he laughs into your hair.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“We missed you, too.”

“Even Bucky?” You laugh.

“I may have missed Jethro more. All you do is steal my best friend and eat hot chips,” the brunet jokes as he scoops up your cat. “But I do miss our coffee runs.”

“He stopped going to Starbucks after you moved back home.”

“It’s because they support Israel or something. I’m trying to be proactive.”

“Yeah, right. And not because I told you that on the flight over,” Sam smirks.

“I know stuff!” Bucky defends himself. You giggle at their antics. You didn’t realize how much you missed them.

“What am I packing for exactly?” You ask, stopping an argument from breaking out.

“It’s a surprise,” Sam grins.

“But bring plenty of swimsuits."

“And sunscreen.”

“And if you have one of those big sun hats like the girls on Insta have, you might want to bring one of those.”

“Okay, so beach maybe? There’s a beach 30 minutes from here. Why do I need to go anywhere?”

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Bucky sighs. You roll your eyes at his statement.

“How long?”

“However long you want,” Sam smiles.

“You know, Steve promised no more surprises after Sausalito,” you sigh and cross your arms over your chest. The man gets locked up for a couple of years and it’s like everything he said was forgotten.

“Yeah, well, Stevie ain’t here,” Bucky grins.

“And unless your grandpa was murdered on a private island, we doubt you’ll be upset.”

“Private island?”

“See! Now you’ve told her!” Bucky sighs and falls onto your couch. “Oh shit! No shoes in the house, huh?” He asks and starts pulling off his shoes and tosses them near the door.

“Steve did say no surprises,” Sam shrugs and slips off his shoes. “Do you need help packing?”

You let out a deep sigh. It’s not like you had things planned…

“No. Just give me a couple of hours.”

“Take your time,” Sam bids.

“You got Netflix?” Bucky asks making himself comfortable.

“Nope. Just Disney, Discovery, and Amazon. Watch the Property Brother,” you laugh as you walk into your bedroom.

“The new season of The Boys started,” you hear Sam state as you walk away.

An unknown time on a private island. What do I even pack?

A couple of hours later, you start cleaning the toilets and the kitchen. You don’t want to leave your little condo in a state that looked like it was lived in. You mother would turn over in her grave.

“Okay, guys. I’m going to run the trash outside and I’ll be ready.”

“I got it,” Bucky grunts and stands up.

“Are you sure? Do you know where it is?”

“No. But I’m sure you’ll tell me.” You giggle and give him instructions on the trash and recycling before ushering Jethro into his carrier.

“Okay. Chargers? Cell phones? Camera? Cables…yeah. Oh! Almost forget your lime!” You exclaim and start to look around for the catnip lime toy. You get on the floor to look under the couch.

“Why is there a lime under the couch?” Sam laughs.

“It’s a toy. Kamala got it for him for his birthday and he loves it.”

“Like that one under the curtain?”

You whip around to see where’s he’s pointing.

“That’s it!” You crawl over to it and toss it in a bag with the rest of his food and toys. “Alright. I think I’m ready now.” Bucky returns just as the words leave your mouth.

“About damn time,” the brunet sighs. “I wanna go home.”

“I’m not the one who burst into your house at 5 am and told someone to pack for an unknown amount of time to go to some beach. Could be rainy. Could be hot. Could be cold. Who knows! I had to wash my clothes and my towels-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax,” Sam plays referee as usual, taking your bag and ushering everyone out the door. “You’re going to love this. Don’t waste your energy fighting him. That’s all he wants.”

You roll your eyes and glare at Bucky before pressing past him with Jethro on your shoulder.

You do have to admit: you miss this. Sam and Bucky checked in on you about once a month. But it was always a quick phone call to see if you needed anything or to make sure you got the money they sent you.

Steve did promise to take care of you. You didn’t know ‘taking care’ meant you were now making six figures for being a man’s wife.

This must be what the trad wives are aspiring to have. And you don’t even have to cook and clean to get it.

You finally get to fall back asleep on the plane, curled up on the seat as Jethro plays in the cabin. You aren’t sure what Bucky and Sam are up to and you honestly couldn’t care less. You were exhausted.

The plane eventually lands at a tiny airport somewhere in South America.

“You gotta take a boat from here, princess,” Bucky sighs after waking you up and you ask what’s going on.

“You can keep Jethro if you want or we can take him back to New York,” Sam offers.

“Wait. Are you two leaving me?” You ask.

“It’s a short ride. You’ll be fine. You’re a big girl,” Bucky smirks.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’ll keep my cat, thank you very much.”

“You sure? You might just want to relax,” Sam offers. You’ve never met two men who thought your cat was such a burden.

“No. What do you think he’s going to do? He’s a cat,” You laugh

“Just making sure,” Sam grins

“You two are being so weird.”

The two of them escort you and your luggage to a yacht docked at the ocean.

“Alright, princess. Be good. Have fun. Don’t do anything crazy,” Bucky bids giving you a half hug.

“Have fun. Enjoy the weather. It should be pretty mild this week,” Sam grins before pulling you into a bear hug.

“Too bad you two have to head back,” you sigh. “You could’ve told me to bring a friend.”

“Nah, this trip is all about peace and quiet.”

Peace and quiet, huh?

You’ve been running from that for two years. Peace and quiet only brought of thoughts of regret and longing and how much you missed him…

Yeah, you’ll definitely need Jethro.

You wave your goodbyes and find a spot on the upper deck to watch the waves.

Shit. You had no idea he would get seasick.

You eye his carrier dubiously before asking the captain, “How long is the ride?”

“About 20 minutes, ma’am.”

He can handle it for 20 minutes…

He could not handle 20 minutes. Suddenly this thrust upon you vacation can’t end fast enough.

Your head is splitting by the time you made dock. You rush after the captain to get on dry land. You don’t even notice the world around you as you rush inside.

“Okay, baby. Okay. Just give me a second.” You find the first room that seems to be closed off and release the poor cat just for him to throw up on the tile floor. “Oh, baby,” you coo and rub his back. Hopefully there are plenty of paper towels in this house. “Mommy’s sorry. Let it out.” He throws up again and starts to walk off. He must be done.

“Okay. Stay here. Don’t touch that. I’ll be right back.”

You leave the room, closing the door behind you. You find the paper towels and thank the captain for bringing in your luggage before tending to your cat and finally taking a chance to breathe.

He put your stuff in the master bedroom which gave you the chance to explore the house.

Wow!

It really is beautiful. This must be one of Steve’s millions of homes. Completely modern fixtures, an infinite pool that ended at the ocean. Not another soul for miles. And the land outside was a lush jungle. You expected a little monkey to pop out a tree at any moment.

Maybe Sam and Bucky were onto something when they sent you out here. Your creativity was waning lately. Your channel was suffering but you honestly just weren’t interested in anything. You kind of just wanted to live. It was nice that you didn’t have to rely on a pay check anymore and you could finally focus on what you wanted to do.

But you had not idea what you wanted to do…

You sigh as you finish unpacking and finally release your cat from confinement.

“You feeling better?” You ask him as he rubs against your legs. It was easier just to let him recoup in isolation than to have him throwing up all over the house.

“Are you hungry?” He chirps happily. You step into the fully stocked kitchen fill a bowl with his cat food before stipulating your own meal. They even got your favorite chips and sour candy! And Biscoff cookie butter! You snatch the tub and spoon and let out a content sigh before feeding your cat.

There’s a fresh platter of sushi and sesame chicken in refrigerator just waiting for you. You microwave the chicken and grab a glass of rosé and make your way out to the patio.

Your food is all set up but the view is calling to you. You can’t help but lean over the railing and watch the sunset over the ocean.

Jethro slinks through the open door and rubs against your leg before letting out a happy chirp.

“It’s beautiful, huh?” You ask the cat, bending down to scratch his head.

“I’ll never get over that view.”

You stiffen at that voice. You know that voice. It wasn’t Sam or Bucky or even Natasha or Scott.

This was a voice you hadn’t heard in over two years.

The tears start to prickle your eyes before you even look at him.

You turn slowly.

There he is. Leaning against the door frame, big arms crossed across his broad chest. His blond hair is perfectly done as it had always been. That thick beard was back in full force. His ocean eyes sparkle as he watches you, giving you a quick once over before a smirk graces his full lips.

“Ocean’s pretty nice, too.”

You rush into his arms. He lets out a soft oof as he catches you and you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Missed you so much, star,” Steve sighs into your hair.

“Missed you,” you mutter into his neck. The tears start to fall but you just cling to him even tighter.

Steve chuckles lightly and sits down on the bed. “I’m not going to disappear. Promise.”

“Don’t trust you,” you sniffle.

“I don’t blame you.” He holds you like that for a moment while you take him all in. His scent, his solid body under you, the feel of him.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your meal,” Steve mutters as he strokes your hair, gripping your twists lightly as his fingers tangle there.

“Oh!” You sit up to watch him. “Are you hungry? There was a bunch of food in the fridge so I figured it was for me.”

“You were going to eat my sushi?” Steve asked so seriously that you tense up.

“Was it yours?” You asks sheepishly.

“You think I would just order myself food and nothing for my wife?” He smirks.

Your shoulders relax and you let out a laugh. “I wonder about you a lot,” you counter.

“Such a fucking smart ass.” You can’t help but smile and tuck your face back into his neck. “Let’s go eat.”

You get him a plate and a glass of whiskey.

He immediately takes a sip and groans in pleasure. “That’s good,” he sighs.

“What was it like being locked up?” You asked sheepishly.

“Not terrible actually. I was on like the lightest level. I had my own apartment, a chef, a maid, a full gym. People came to visit all the time even though I asked them not to. It was like being at home but under constant surveillance. I even had a cell phone,” he chuckles.

You just watch him for a second processing what he said. It didn’t sound any different than regular life. Except for one thing.

“You never asked to see me?”

He lets out a heavy sigh before running his fingers through his hair. “Star, I missed you so much. Part of me was gone. But I know you and I knew you couldn’t be there.”

“What?” You bark.

“You never listen and you have to always ask a million questions. Especially after a direct order not to talk about something.”

“A direct order?”

“Star, I know you told your friends everything. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“I don’t owe you anything, Steve! I’m not one of your lackeys!”

“No, you’re not. But I’d rather not see you for two years than have conjugal visits for the rest of my life!” You blink at him at his out burst before averting your gaze.

“I just wish I knew what was going on,” you whisper, pushing your empty plate away.

He sighs again and stands up, taking the empty plates. “I’m going to work on it. I don't want anymore secrets between us.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He places a kiss on your forehead as he walks back inside the house. You let him handle it. He spent two years being catered to on the government’s dime. He can cater to you for an evening.

You cross your legs and pull out your phone. You feel extremely conflicted all of the sudden. You were so happy to have your husband. But all you can do is be upset with him…

You groan and scrub your eyes.

Steve returns about ten minutes later with his sleeves rolled up showing off his massive forearms and making your mouth water. You almost forget why you’re mad at him…

He holds out his hand for you. “Come on. Let’s go sit by the water.”

You ignore his hand and stand up to lead the way outside. You hear Steve sigh and he catches your hand, not letting you get too far without him.

“We’re on an island alone. No one’s going to attack me,” you bite, glaring at his hand.

“God forbid I missed my wife after two years,” Steve bites back.

“You could’ve had me whenever you wanted.”

“If I was in there for life, I could never get my vasectomy reversed! We could never have a kid! I’d be in maximum security and couldn’t see you as often as I want-“

“Why couldn’t you just trust me?” You turn on him.

“I’m sorry!” He shouts back. “Okay? I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I didn’t even give you the chance. I’m sorry I kept so much from you. I should have let you in. I just-I’m just-“ He lets out a frustrated growl before releasing your hand and stalking toward the water.

Shit.

He’s never done that before. Your calm, cool, collected husband seems to have finally snapped.

Maybe you should call Sam or Bucky…

No! This is your husband. You can handle this. You refill his glass and top off your wine and follow him out to the beach. You find him sitting in an Adirondack chair staring off into the horizon. You missed seeing him like this. His golden hair shines in the dimming light. His bright blue eyes glitter slightly.

You take a deep breath before stepping up to him.

“I’m sorry,” you offer handing him his drink. “I was kind of intense. You just got home and I’m stressing you out.”

He gives you a once over before accepting the drink and pulling you into his lap.

“Don’t apologize. I’m…broken. It’s not your fault.”

You sigh softly as you fall into lap. “You’re not broken. You’re just old and your back and knees hurt.” He lets out a soft chuckle at that. At least you can still make him laugh. “I told you before we got married that I want to be your peace. I want to be your confidant. You told me I had to earn that. I was so weak after the wedding. I made a mistake but I didn’t tell anyone else. They promised not to tell anyone else. I obeyed. I did as I was told for two years. I think I’ve earned something.”

“You have, star.” He takes a deep breath and a swig of his drink. “Alright. Where do I start?”

“The beginning,” you prompt and get comfortable.

“Okay. Well, Bucky was abducted by this guy name Johann. His street name is Red Skull. He runs this nazi gang called Hydra in Europe.”

“What?” You ask skeptically.

“Yeah. I know right? Racism does indeed still exist. Sam and I thought Buck was dead for years. Everyone said he was dead. We had a funeral and everything. Bucky was my yes man and I needed some kind of muscle. Sam tried to step in when he could but he’s such a pacifist. Always trying to help people. I needed someone that would fuck someone up, no questions asked. One day, along comes this guy named Rumlow.”

“He’s the one the FBI guy asked about?” Your eyes widened at the revolution and that you have some degree of knowledge about the characters in his story.

“The one and only,” Steve sighs bitterly. “Tony recommended him. Said he’s got nothing but love for the guy. He was trying to get out of California so he came to me. I put him through the ringer. Had him sell drugs to cops, smuggle stuff from overseas, print weapons. He did it all flawlessly. I don’t know, maybe a year goes by and I finally let him into the circle. All is going good until I hear about Tony and his big ugly tower in Manhattan.

“Tony and his family have always kept to the west coast. Fury ruled the East until I took over. This tower was like a war declaration and shit hit the fan. Alliances were tested. Rumlow didn’t make the cut,” He states simply.

“What happened?” You ask softly.

“I don’t tolerate double crossers. He had one foot in my camp, one foot in Tony’s, one in Hydra’s, and one in the feds.”

Shit! “He's a government nazi?”

“Was.”

“Shit,” you whisper out loud this time. This was legitimate gang stuff. No wonder this Rumlow guy it was so important.

“It brought about the rare occasion of Tony and I working together.”

“So, that’s why he came to the wedding?” Steve hums positively while running his fingers along the grain of the chair’s arm. “And you guys are a united force?”

“For now. It’s shaky.”

You take a deep breath. “Wow,” you sigh out.

“And you, my little star, happened to be filming your little video on my dock at the exact same moment I was taking care of mine and Tony’s ‘problem’.”

“What was even on my video because I didn’t hear anything?”

This was it. Your chance to finally get an answer to this three year dilemma.

“Tony’s yacht, Rumlow’s car, the address which was mine. All in one place after Rumlow was last seen at his New York office.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Steve smirks.

“And all this time I thought you were over reacting.” Steve lifts his brows in silent disagreement. “Okay. From this point, no more secrets?”

“No more secrets,” Steve agrees. He tucks a finger under your chin directing your gaze to his. “That means you, too. Sam said you’ve been playing fast and loose with my black card.”

Your face heats.

“I didn’t think you’d find out about that,” you whisper.

“You didn’t think I’d wonder where a million dollars went?”

“No! No! Sam told me to help out with the philanthropy thing so I did!”

“And I want to hear it from you,” he smirks.

“Okay, well,” you start defensively, crossing your arms over your chest. “I donated a wing at UCLA for Kahhori’s Choctaw program. And I donated to Marvel’s women of color program so Kamala can write her own story. And I made a scholarship program for Kate’s archery school so 100 students can go tuition free.”

“Very nice, star,” Steve smiles. “But there’s about $10 grand unaccounted for.”

“What?” You whisper.

His ocean eyes narrow. “On February 10, to a Dr. Steven Strange in Beverly Hills?”

“Oh, that,” you laugh nervously. “Um, I honestly didn’t think you would notice that.” Especially because it came out of your bank account…

“Well, I did. Talk.”

“Okay,” you say slowly. “I got a breast augmentation.”

“A breast augmentation?” He repeats as formally as you said it making you smile. His fingers strum along your hip comfortably.

“Yes. A breast augmentation.”

“Do I get to see them?”

“I mean, you technically paid for them,” you concede.

“It’s still your body.”

“I want you to see them,” you whisper.

“Oh, you want me to see them?” He grins, gripping your hips with both hands so you’re straddling his waist. You smile, biting your bottom lip and nod.

You squirm in his lap for a moment before removing your shirt. You didn’t know your husband would be seeing them or you would’ve worn a nicer bra. But you glance down at your new Ds in your simple t-shirt bra before looking back up at him.

His eyes are focused solely on your chest as his pupils dilate slightly.

“I wish I wore something more lacy for you,” you lament.

He glances up at your face before his eyes flick back down.

His silence is a little unnerving.

“Do you like them?”

“Can I take your bra off?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” His hands slide up your waist to your back.

“You guess? Give me an answer, star.”

“Yes, you can take off my bra,” you giggle.

He hums positively and uses one hand to unhook the bit of cloth. They fall naturally with out the support to perky mounds.

“Can I touch?”

“You are being so respectful,” you laugh.

“I’m not a monster. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I own you.”

“Steve, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Oh, don’t say that, star. I’ll actually listen.” His hands finally cup your breasts and his thumbs brush over your nipples.

You shudder slightly in his grip. “Sensitive?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and gripping his shoulders.

“Do you like them?” You ask. There’s a slight whine in your voice that you can’t stop after having your husband’s hands back on you after so long.

“Give me a chance to give ‘em a test drive. So impatient.” He squeezes them tentatively then presses them together. “They feel great,” he states like he has something more to say but is holding back.

“But?”

He gives you a look that tells you he’s about to hurt your feelings.

“But,” he takes a sharp inhale and you steel yourself for the blow. “I think you could’ve gone a little bigger.” You smack his hands away at that and he lets out an amused chuckle as you cover yourself.

“They’re great for playing with but how can you wrap them around my dick?”

“They were never meant to be wrapped around any dicks!” You protest. “Especially not yours!”

He continues to laugh and his hands fall back to your hips. “There’s my girl. I was afraid you lost your edge without me around to push your buttons.”

“It’s still present and accounted for,” you huff.

“Don’t play mad,” he smirks, tucking a finger under your chin.

“I’m not playing.”

“They’re perfect. They look beautiful on you. You look beautiful no matter what, but you know that.”

You continue to pout.

“Hey,” he directs your attention to him, gripping your chin so you’ll comply. “You know you’re my beautiful star, right?”

You watch him for a moment before finally nodding in defeat. He hums positively. “Im glad they gave you the confidence boost you were looking for.”

“I love them,” you finally smile.

“I love that you love them.” He pulls you to his lips for a gentle kiss that quickly turns deeper.

“Are we done talking?” He asks, rubbing his hands up and down your hips.

“No! We’re actually married now. We have a whole relationship to flesh out.”

Steve smiles softly. “That can wait. I need my wife now.”

His fingers tuck into your shorts and you quickly stop him. “Hold on! I’ve been traveling all day. Can I take a shower first?”

Steve smiles softly. “On one condition: I can join you?” You grin and nod.

The two of you clean up the remnants of your meal and you finish unpacking, filling the master bathroom with your toiletries.

Right next to his.

This felt like a big step. You could poke though his lotions, what kind of toothpaste he uses, his face wash and body wash. He seemed like a simple man based on his toiletries. Dove combination body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, Cetaphil face wash, Vaseline lotion. Oh? He uses Sauvage? No wonder he smelt so good.

You inhale the bottle’s spritzer and Steve walks in catching you red handed.

“You like it?” He asks with a lifted brow.

“Yeah,” you laugh sheepishly.

“Good. I like yours too.” You giggle and he steps next to you to pick up your perfume bottle. “I tried the cologne version of this a while back. I don’t think it mixed with my chemistry.”

“I can’t imagine anything smelling bad on you.”

He presses a kiss to you forehead. You both place the bottles down back next to each other. “I better warm up the water for you.”

“Thank you,” you sigh.

You toy with the hem of your shirt. He just saw you topless. This should be easy…

He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it in a clothes hamper. His undershirt and pants quickly follow. He gives you a once over while you toy with your clothes and he lets out a soft sigh.

“Do we have to start all over again from step one?” He smiles.

He steps up to you and lifts your shirt over your head. You left your bra in the bedroom. He works on your shorts next, pressing them down your hips and leaving you naked for him.

“Beautiful,” he smiles after giving you a once over. He presses his boxers down and tosses them toward the hamper.

He’s one to talk. You forgot how beautiful he is.

You share a tame shower then lotion and dry off. You watch Steve while you both brush your teeth and figure out how to phrase your request.

“I have to change. Do you mind waiting in the bedroom?”

“Change? Into what? I’m just going to take it off,” he chuckles after spitting out his toothpaste into the sink.

“I just have to…change,” you draw out the word. You know it doesn’t make sense but you wish he’d just listen to you.

He watches you for a moment before shrugging. “Fine. Change.” You smile up at him as he leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

You may not have worn anything cute enough that you deemed worthy for him to see.

But you brought something.

Now you just have to remember how these straps work…

You step back in the bedroom and find Steve lounging on the bed with his towel still wrapped around his waist. Jethro is playing with one of your scrunchies that Steve is whipping around the bed for him to chase.

Oh! He’s a good cat dad, too.

You smile while watching him for a moment until he looks up.

His eyes widen and he gives you a once over. He looks down at Jethro as he steals the scrunchie right out of his hand before diverting his gaze back to you.

“Okay little man. You gotta go play with that in the living room.” He scoops of the cat with the scrunchie still in his mouth and pulls himself from the bed. “I have some business to take care of with your mom.”

“Can you make sure all the windows are closed?” You request as he totes the cat away.

“Yes, ma’am!” He calls.

You slide into his space on the bed and pull your phone to you.

This deserves at least a selfie. But just for you.

“Losing my virginity realness” you type over the image.

“Is there a photo shoot going on in here,” Steve asks, reentering the room.

“Just commemorating the moment.”

“It only took us two years,” Steve chuckles sliding into the bed next to you. He poses for your photo and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Alright. Hand it over.” He holds out his hand for the phone. “No more distractions.” You hand it to him. “Next time, we’ll make a video. But this time, it’s all about you.” You giggle and accept his kiss.

He cages you in his arms as he leans over you. He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly. You stare into his eyes while he watches you. You never noticed there’s a little green around their rims. They’re so pretty.

“I’m gonna take my time with you. Tell me if something hurts or doesn’t feel good. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper.

Steve’s gaze flicks down to your chest. His fingers slip under the strap covering your nipples to pull it away. “This is so not like you, star,” he mutters looking over the leather covering your body.

“Bucky picked it out,” you admit.

“Remind me to thank him. Get him a new car or his own plane.”

“You like it?”

“I fucking love it.” He presses himself down your body, kissing your chest and your navel before ending just above your pussy.

He pulls the leather aside and he licks a strip up your slit.

“Fuck, I missed how good you taste,” he groans. His hand slides under the leather to get it out of his way as he starts to devour you. You forgot how good he was at this. A whine almost immediately escapes you.

“Steve,” you whimper. Your hips roll, grinding them into his face just to feel him a little deeper.

“What’s wrong, star?” Steve asks between licks. “You need someone to scratch that itch? You need to cum?”

“Y-yeah. Please, Steve,” you cry.

“Don’t worry. ‘M gonna take care of you.”

You bite your lips and throw your head back against the pillows. You legs writhe to clamp together but his large body is in the way.

He tucks a familiar finger in your core and he finds that spot inside you almost immediately. You cry out his name and squirm harder.

“Keep making those noises. I fucking love ‘em,” Steve hums and pulls you clit between your lips.

It’s too much! He’s so good and he knows you so well. You don’t even stand a chance.

It doesn’t take much more to have you spilling into his mouth. You forgot how amazing it felt to come on his lips. It can’t compare to any of your toys.

“So good for me,” Steve praises into your stomach and kisses just above your core. You squirm against the bed while you catch your breath and come down from your high.

You blink your eyes open to him lazily stroking himself between your legs. You glance down at his thick cock before meeting his gaze again.

“You gonna stop acting shy?” Steve asks.

“Maybe,” you joke with a tired smile. He chuckles and tugs lightly at the buckles holding your lingerie together. It loosens and falls away into a heap under you.

Steve reaches over to the bedside table a pulls out a small bottle.

“What’s that?”

“Lube. I got you nice and wet but I don’t want to force it.” You nod. He really does want to make sure it all feels good. He slides the lube up and down his cock before he rests his hands on your spread knees. “Remember what I told you?”

“To tell you if it hurts.”

“Good girl.”

He presses his cock against your folds and finds your entrance easily. Almost instantly you feel like this is not supposed to be inside you.

You whine and clench up on him, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Hey, don’t do that. Relax.”

You bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. It just feels like a lot of pressure. Like I’m putting in a tampon. A really big tampon.”

“Wow. That’s exactly what I want to be compared to: a big tampon.”

You giggle. “I’m sorry! I don’t know how else to say it.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. “Just try to stay relaxed.” You take a deep breath and he presses further into you. There’s more pressure but it doesn’t exactly hurt.

You wince as he hits a certain point. “Okay, maybe more like a Pap smear,” you cringe slightly.

“Star! That’s way worse than a tampon,” Steve groans.

“What do you know about a Pap smear?”

“I was married before you, remember?” He chuckles.

“Okay, well, why don’t I stick a speculum in your asshole and take some swabs so you’ll really know?” You grin

“I’ve had my prostate exam, thank you.”

“You’re that old?” You gasp.

“That’s it.” He thrusts into you to the hilt. You take in a sharp inhale and stare up at him.

You open your mouth and only a small squeak escapes.

He smirks. “That shut you up.”

“I can’t stand you,” you grit through your teeth.

“And I love you.” He presses a kiss to your lips and flips you on top of him. “Now relax for a minute.”

“Like this?” You cry, pointing to where you’re connected.

“Yes, like this,” he sighs and rests his hands at the small of your back. “We’ll continue when it stops feeling like a Pap smear.”

You roll your eyes at him and and fold your arms over his chest to rest your chin on.

“You still love me? Even with all the shit I put you through?”

“I never stopped, star. Even when you get on my very last nerve.”

You smile softly. “You’re just ‘ight”

“‘Ight?”

“Yeah. You’re cool and all but you can be kinda an asshole. But you’re my asshole.”

“Should I tell my doctor you’ll be performing my prostate exams from now on?”

You hum positively. “They have my permission to continue keeping you healthy. I need you around for as long as I can keep you.”

“As my wife, you stand to gain a lot if I die.”

“I’d loose too much.” Your fingers graze across his bare chest. Your hips shift and you gasp at the feeling of your clit rubbing against his pelvis.

“Something you like, star?” Steve groans, adjusting his own hips to chase after yours. You let out a soft whine and suddenly he feels so good resting inside you.

“Still feel like a Pap smear?”

You shake your head and whisper a “no”.

“Good,” he grins. He turns you both back over and cages your head with his hands. You instinctively hook your ankles behind his back. “Tell me if I’m too rough.” You nod.

He drags his heavy member out of you, making you gasp out, right before he presses right back into you.

You mewl softly as you arch your back. Then he does it again and again.

“Fuck, star,” Steve groans. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips attach to your exposed neck and he sucks and nips your sensitive skin, traveling along the column of your neck.

“Steve,” you whine.

“Yes, star?” He breathes against you skin. “What’s wrong? Tell me how I can fix it.” You can only cry out his name again. “Do you like it?”

“Uh huh!”

“I knew you’d like it,” Steve chuckles softly.

“W-why did we wait so looonghhh?” You moan.

He pauses and stares down at you.

“Why did we wait, Mrs. We Have to Get Married First?”

You heave a deep breath. You wanted to make this one count. “It’s Mrs. Rogers, actually.”

He lifts a brow and pulls completely out of you. “So fucking annoying. Get on all fours.”

“But you still love me, right?” You ask coyly while you turn over.

“I’m going to love fucking the shit out of you,” he chuckles darkly.

“What happened to being gentle?”

He grips your hips and pulls them back to meet his. His big hand presses your upper body down into the pillows.

“You’ve obviously gotten too comfortable.” His thumbs spread your pussy open so delicately, you wonder if he was lying about getting rough. Then he presses into you in one quick thrust leaving you whining into the expensive cotton bedding. “You need more.” He thrusts into you at a high angle, seemingly looking for something inside of you.

“Huh uh uh uh,” you huff at every beat and quickly understanding what it means to be fucked into a bed as you knees start to give out from his weight.

Then you know exactly what he’s after. He presses into that soft spongy part of your core and you let out a muffled scream.

“Ahhaaahaa!” You cry while still trying to breathe.

Did you…

You think he just…

And he did it so easily!

“Star, you came all over my bed.” He spanks your ass cheek softly. “Making a fucking mess.”

He sounds anything but disappointed in you. Proud, even.

“I-it’s your fault!” You cry into the bedding.

“What was that?” Steve grunts and lifts you by you hair so your back meets his chest.

You whimper at suddenly being manhandled and gasp at the fresh air.

You fucking love it.

“I said,” you breathe, “it’s your fault.”

“Damn right, it’s my fault.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as his big hand slides from your belly to your chest to cup your breast. “And I’ll do it again in a heartbeat.”

The hand in your hair finds your chin and he pulls you into a deep kiss.

Fuck. He’s good.

At this angle, he feels like he’s getting so deep and he’s hitting that perfect spot over and over. You moan into his mouth and your hand finds his arm against your chest. Your fingers thread between his and he pulls both your hands away to kiss the back of yours.

“Love you, star,” he mutters.

“Suddenly being gentle again?” You question.

“Just wanna make sure I don’t send you running.”

You look back at him. “I won’t run.”

His eyes roam up your body to your face.

“I trust you.”

He presses another kiss to your lips.

“Good. Trust me.” He thrusts into you again leaving you crying. Your head falls back against his shoulder while he holds you in place.

“Fuuuuck!” You cry to the ceiling. You can’t count how many times he’s tossed you over the edge but he just keeps catching you.

“God, you feel so good. Fucking made for me,” Steve grunts in your ear. You can barely hang on while he fucks you senseless. Your breaths come out in quiet cries. You’ve never felt like this. Like you were so completely understood. He knows what makes your body tick. He remembers even after two years; how you like to be touch, how to hold you just right, exactly what to whisper in your ear to make you go crazy for him.

Like he was made for you. Maybe you were made for each other.

“I’m close, star. You want me to pump a baby into you?” You were not in the mental place to have this conversation. You never wanted him out of you. He could stay firmly rooted in you pussy for the rest of time.

“Inside! Please, Steve!” You cry.

“Inside it is, star.”

He presses your upper body back down into the pillows and doubles his efforts.

“Oh, God! Fuck!” You scream but it’s muffled. The sound of slapping skin and Steve’s grunts fill the room but you can barely hear any of it over your own moans.

Stars fill the darkness behind your eyelids as he brings you to one last orgasm. Steve lets out a satisfied groan and a warmth spreads through your belly. You whine as you come down, pressing back against his hips to ride out the last of your ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Steve grunts as he empties himself in to you. He rests his chest against your back and attempts to catch his breath. “Shit. Star, you okay?”

You take a few deep breaths, still coming down from your high. “I’m perfect,” you sigh.

He pulls your hair away from your face and kisses your cheek.

He pulls you into his arms and rolls you both on your sides. You heave a heavy breath as he softens inside of you.

“So?” Steve asks, running his hand across your stomach.

“So what?” You exhale. “You want me to tell you you give great dick or something?”

He just chuckles softly behind you. “You’re going to be a pain in my ass for the rest of my life.”

“Damn right,” you giggle.

He presses you down on your back so he can watch you. “I can’t wait to deal with you for the rest of forever.”

“Do you use that line on all the girls?”

“Just the ones I marry.”

“So, two out of three?”

“You don’t know how many women I’ve been with,” he scoffs.

You give him a dubious look. “Okay, Mr. Rogers. How many?”

“Four.”

“Oh, I was way off then!” You laugh then gasp as you feel everything leaking out of you.

“Oh, shit! Let me get you a towel! Stay still.” Steve rolls from the bed and into the bathroom. You attempt to clinch to keep it all in but it’s such a strange feeling. Steve returns quickly with a warm, wet towel.

“Alright, relax. There you go. Better?” You nod and he gives you one last wipe before tossing the towel in the corner. He leaves the room again and returns with two water bottles and Jethro meowing happily on his heels. The cat jumps on the bed and immediately sniffs at a wet spot.

“Oh my God, Jethro! Stop,” you whine, directing the cat in a different area. Steve chuckles and pulls the comforter from the bed to toss next to the soiled towel.

“Someone will clean it up in the morning,” Steve advises.

“Thank you,” you smile and finally accept a bottle.

“Drink up. You lost a lot of fluids.”

“Oh my gosh! No you too!” you giggle as your face heats even more. “Was it that much?”

He hums positively while sucking down half of his bottle. “And you looked so fucking beautiful doing it, too.”

You smile. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Oh, now you’re lying to me?” He laughs and tosses the throw pillows across the room and pulls back the sheets.

You snuggle next to Steve and he pulls you into a gentle kiss before lying back on the pillows.

You rest your head against his shoulder and your hand find his on his stomach. Jethro finally settles down next to you and starts cleaning himself.

You smile and lift your conjoined hands and press a kiss to the back of his. “I love you, too,” you whisper.

The two of you lie in silence and you’re pretty sure Steve is half asleep when you speak. “Hey, can we do it again?”

Steve laughs softly. “I knew I gave good dick.” You giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. “Give me thirty minutes, star.”

Fin

Chapter 5 | Master List

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atomicradiogirl · 11 months ago

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house md christmas episodes ranked with commentary:

s1e5 damned if you do:

overall: 4.5/5

medical case/patient interest/plot twist: 4/5 pretty interesting patient and case plus the copper IUD allergy twist was sooo smart

hilson: 4.5/5 they had christmas dinner together <3

medical malpractice: 2/5. house’s mistakes were rectified by cuddy, minimal antireligious remarks against nuns, no breaking and entering. house prescribed a patient cigarettes.

christmas spirit: 5/5 christmas songs used throughout and a patient was santa. as christmassy as it can get.

s2e9 deception:

overall: 3/5

medical case/patient interest/plot twist: 3/5 interesting concept but the overall twist wasn’t that shocking or interesting and i didn’t really connect with the patient all that much

hilson: 1/5. they have 2 interactions and they’re all cordial but nothing too special.

medical malpractice: 4.5/5 breaking and entering and obvious HIPAA violations. house flirting with lab staff to get what he wants. house falsified blood tests. poor treatment of a suspected mentally ill patient. house drugged a patient outside of hospital grounds with the risk that it could kill her.

christmas spirit: 1/5 just because it’s christmas time and there are decorations and it’s snowing does NOT make it a christmas episode. there is one christmas song at the end but no one says merry christmas. they wasted my TIME.

s3e10 merry little christmas:

overall: 3.5/5

medical case patient interest/plot twist: 4/5 interesting patients and commentary about disabilities and being “normal” and parenting as a disabled person.

hilson: 2/5 tritter arc plus wilson’s betrayal is so… but i love angst. at least they interact this time. wilson refuses to testify against him though. wilson still wants to spend christmas with house “thought you’d prefer people over pills” but house rejects him :( house ODs on oxy and wilson leaves him alone

medical malpractice: 3.5/5 house makes fun of little people. breaking and entering. HIPAA violation plus being rude to a grieving widow but he’s detoxing so i guess it makes sense. house tries to steal oxy from a dead man.

christmas spirit: 4/5 christmas songs used plus lot of decorations plus snow. christmas tree opening and PPTH has a whole nativity scene in the lobby. tritter wishes house a merry christmas.

s4e10 it’s a wonderful lie:

overall: 4/5

medical case patient interest/plot twist: 2/5 didn’t really care but it went along with house’s “everybody lies” philosophy. house performs a christmas miracle yayyy. the twist was cool

hilson: 4/5 “you are so full of love… or something” they’re so :) they interact a lot in this episode. “happy solstice house” :-)

medical malpractice: 3.5/5 why are foreman and taub questioning people?? house and a patient flirt? going through a patient’s computer.

christmas spirit: 4/5 house throws away all the diagnostic room christmas decorations. christmas songs used. secret santa!!! wilson in the reindeer hat!!!!! “you wouldn’t hang dreidels from a christmas tree” “you could”. house singing “god rest ye merry gentlemen”. house had a christmas epiphany!

s5e11 joy to the world:

overall: 3.5/5

medical case patient interest/plot twist: 3.5/5 general patient case isn’t that interesting but the clinic case of virgin conception was CRAZY (even though it was faked by house but whatever)

hilson: 4/5 wilson’s gift and note “greg - made me think of you” and an antique medical book?? that is sooo cute. also the way that wilson lied about a girl giving house the original gift because he was probably embarrassed to admit it was his but then he admitted it hehehe. house didn’t even open the original present.

medical malpractice: 2/5 shockingly minimal but house did fake a patient’s test results just to win a bet with wilson. cuddy does breaking and entering.

christmas spirit: 4/5 christmas music used. house says merry christmas. i mean it’s christmassy but not like that christmassy.

#house md #christmas episode #christmas with some medical malpractice #it was so hard to give overall ratings #hilson #episode rankings #my thoughts #i did this on a plane #hate crimes md

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montimer · 3 months ago

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Joker x reader

Reader works at a store

gn!reader, could be any joker ig

Summary: the store is getting robbed by the joker but as tired as you are, you just give the money to him. (Based on the ep 'jokers millions' cuz he needs cash)

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It was pretty late. A few customers were walking around the store. You just quietly stood behind the register, waiting for your shift to end.

And that is when you heard a gunshot, then glass breaking. Two tall man entered the store, they had clown make up on and wore black clothing.

They didn't move, not until another men came in. He was in purple, wearing a hat, making half of his face covered in a shadow. "Alright boys, lets make this quick" he snapped his fingers ordering them.

He then looked around and his eyes landed on you. Or atleast that two dots that were seeable.

You felt so tired, stressed and exhausted, you just waited for something to happen.

He made his way towards you in fast steps. Only when he got closer did you realize that the man infront of you was no other than The Joker himself.

You noticed his flower and that smile you recognize on posters.

He raised his gun at you demanding money. You just nodded at him as you opened the register. "Okay okay, lower that thing man"

You handed him the cash that was in there, about...50 bucks. He almost looked surprised. Maybe cuz you actually listened with out crying for your life. Or maybe cuz you seemed unimpressed? Well it is gotham after all.

Not that you weren't afraid at the moment.

"Ah..good choice. You're a smart one"

He put his gun and the money in his pocket. He looked back up at you.

"Happen to know the code for the safe?"

You giggled at him. He made a surprised face once again, you had to hold back from laughing.

"Ya really think this poor store has a safe? Only the boss has more money on him. And he went home like two hours ago. Sorry"

"Huh, he left?!"

"Yeah..he always does that. He leaves the store for us to close. About that..my shift ends in 20 minutes and i don't wanna deal with that" you point at the broken windows.

He looks back at you.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Well its not my fault that its broken-"

"No, i mean. Aren't you afraid of me? I mean do you even know who ya talking to?"

"The charming prince of crime. The Joker, yeah yeah i know.. i heard about you"

The word charming made him smile.

"You know what sweets, i like ya! You aren't like the others. Oh and by the way. The gun wasn't loaded"

You blink in surprise and he just laughed.

"Low on bullets that is.. but you're very cooperative. I like that." He put his hands up picturing you.

"Well gotta fly before batboy and birdie comes looking for me. Wish i could steal more of your time."

You look at your clock. Your shift has ended. Plus you survived an encounter with a villain. But at what cost.

"Heres my card. Er, and your name sweet?"

"..Y/n..Y/n L/n.."

"I'll keep that in my memory"

He petted your head, he then waved and whistled for his hench men. They left the store running as you tried to keep yourself together.

'Maybe i should have gave him a fake name, would he have been mad then?' You took a look at the card he gave you. It was a normal poker card. A joker card.

'Mmm. Im just gonna go home and deal with this later'

Little did you know you just made this crazy clown interested in you.

#the joker #joker #joker x reader #the joker x reader #the joker x gn reader #joker x gn reader #animated joker #btas joker x reader #tnba joker #btas joker

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 1

The Straw hats are tricked into a massive dept inside the biggest entertainment city in the world. To make sure they come back to pay, they have to leave Zoro as a prisoner on the island. Zoro is confident his crew will return to save him, but what he doesn't know is that his captor has bigger plans for him.

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg )

Tesoro

Seeing Strawhat's crew's expression from shock to despair is exactly what I live for.

Their captain had naively bet against me, the king of the casino, with the twenty million berries I loaned them. In total, they have to repay three hundred and twenty million berries.

“You know we can't pay you a damn thing!” said the cat burglar, Nami.

“Then I guess you would have to work your debt off. If you refuse, I will have to collect your debt by force.” I replied.

After eating, drinking, racing, and gambling, they have dug themselves into a hole they can't crawl back from.

“I’ll handle this. Taking out the boss is the quickest way to end a fight,” said the pirate hunter, Zoro.

“Interesting statement, so you’re going to beat me? Here, in this city?” I asked.

“Easily,” he replied.

He charged toward me, and with a single gesture of my hand, his body solidified into gold where it stood. Only the pirate hunter´s head is left untouched as he screams, “Stay behind!”

“Good call, another second, and they would all be golden statues,” I said.

“What's this power?” said the green-haired pirate.

“I ate the gol gol fruit. I can control any gold I've touched, and you were all covered in gold flakes when you entered this city, weren't you?” I replied.

“Like everyone else, once you entered this city, you were completely under my control,” I shouted.

With a kick, the pirate hunter falls to his back.

“Now then, I’ll have you return the money we loaned you. With your three hundred and twenty million berry bounty, that is,” I say.

“So, from the beginning you …!” Said Nami.

With a laugh, I reply, “Nobody can oppose me!”

“Don't get cocky! she replied.

My main singer and servant, Carina, approached them and put a knife to Nami´s neck before saying, “Don't move.”

“Who-?” Nami asked, looking at the knife.

“Shut your mouth and obey,” Carina replied.

You- We will pay our debt,” said Nami.

“Perfect, from now on, you shall work for me. I will take this man as insurance over your debt. If any of you try to betray me or escape, I will have him executed before a live audience!” I replied.

With gritted teeth, they looked as Nami said, “Fine, we agree,”

“Of course you do. After all, this is just another one of life's gambles. Will you pay off your debt and save your friend, or will you end up slaves for the rest of your lives?”

Their captain, Monkey D. Luffy, the man capable of defeating Doflamingo lies uselessly, his expression filled with rage and impotence, while my workers drag the golden body of his crewmate.

“Be sure to entertain me thoroughly. I look forward to it!” I said.

We walk through the hallways that connect the VIP room to my studio. Dice drags Zoro's body while he struggles foolishly to break from my golden bind.

“What is the most dangerous mission we can send them to, Baccarat?” I asked.

“We could make them capture the legendary bird of Garuda Island, Steal the treasure of the Ataraxia kingdom, or even dig out the remains of the former Phrygia king,” she replied.

“Send them on all three then, and install Den Den Mushi on their ship. I want everyone on Gran Tesoro to see their gamble run,” I replied.

My laugh drowns the hallway before I hear him speak.

“You will regret this,” said Zoro.

“You still have some spirit in you, pirate hunter,” I say, leaning closer to him.

“It's going to be entertaining beating that energy out of you,” I add.

With a single kick, I put him to sleep.

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Zoro

My eyes open to find an office. No, a Lounge? Just where am I? The last thing I remember is Tesoro taking me hostage.

Looking around the room, I see golden decorations everywhere and a massive desk in front of me. That's when I noticed. I'm half attached to the room with both my arms and legs deep within the golden walls.

I need to get out of here, reunite with everyone and get the fuck away from this gold prison. The door to the room is underneath me. It opens up to reveal Tesoro. He walks to his desk without even looking at me. When he sits down, he grins at me and says.

“Our guest has woken up. Have you enjoyed your stay in my studio?”

“It’s ugly,” I reply.

“Lie to me all you want, but you know these walls are paradise. I guess you can't comprehend your luck,” he added.

“Luck? After getting kidnapped by a golden eyesore?” I replied.

“To be a trophy on my wall, only the most luxurious of pieces are here. Also, to be here and not like your friends running around, desperately to pay your debt,” he replied.

“I would rather die like a man out there with them than live here as a wall decoration,” I said through gritted teeth.

Tesoro laughed at that and added, “Let's make a gamble of our own then. Will you stay this strong till your friends come to your rescue, or will you beg to stay here at the Gran Tesoro before your friends can pay up their debt,”

“What's in for me?” I replied.

“If you win by a miracle, I will forgive your friend's debt, and you can take the three hundred and twenty million berries with you. But if I win, you will be my slave for the rest of your sorry life,” he said.

“I´ll buy some good booze with that money,” I reply.

“I can't wait to break you, Roronoa Zoro,” he replied before exiting the room.

I stayed there waiting for hours or days, wondering if Tesoro was planning on leaving me here to slowly starve to death. In the darkened room, I could only sense the smell of cologne and him. It's a suffocating thing. As the hours pass, I feel a strange burning sensation spreading all over me. It begins in my chest and extends to every inch of my body. My heart starts to pump faster, and sweat runs through my forehead. I try to ignore it the best I can, but with every breath I take the sensation grows stronger, and the temperature in the room continues to rise.

I keep thinking that my nose will get used to it, and my body will adapt to whatever makes it react like this. But the more I stay here, the more I can smell it in the air.

For three days, I stayed in the wall. With some meditation, I tried to keep my strength. My muscles remained steady in this position, and a puddle of my own sweat formed on the floor. Even with all of my efforts, my body betrayed me. A haze of need clouds my eyes. I crave release.

Occasionally, a golden tube will descend to try and give me food or water but I refuse to. After getting turned into a gold statue from golden flakes, how could anyone trust them with food?

Finally, Tesoro came back to his studio at the end of the third day.

“What a great show that was! It's a shame you couldn't see it, pirate hunter,”

I don't reply, as I am at my limit. My body can withstand three days easily without food or water, but this goddamn smell is making me mad. I need to get off this wall! If I open my mouth, I'm not sure what I will say.

“I see you are withering away while everyone else is out there enjoying your friends' adventures. It is the ultimate entertainment.”

“What are you talking about?” I replied.

My mouth is dry, and the words come out dry and slow, but that doesn't bother him. If anything, it makes his grin grow.

“I sent your friends on treasure hunt missions and live-streamed their misadventures for everyone to enjoy. The hottest new show at the Gran Tesoro, Straw Hats Adventure!” he replied.

I can feel my rage bubbling inside me when he says.

“I could show you if you want, under one condition,” he says.

”What?” I reply.

“You have to do everything exactly as I say when you are off that wall,” he said.

My body has been running in high gear for the last three days. Through the haze of the heat, I wonder if I should accept what he will make me do. I need to know they are safe, yet I trust them to be on their own. Before my brain can come to a conclusion, my broiling body responds for me.

“Deal”

“I knew you would be smart and agree,” he said.

The gold of the wall turned liquid and descended me onto the floor. I collapsed to my feet after days of not using them.

“What's the matter, a cramp?” He says, looming over me.

“Show me,” I replied.

His mad eyes looked at me with a twisted pleasure as he pushed a button on his desk. A Den Den Mushi descended from the roof, and after opening his eyes, a projection appeared in front of us.

“Incredible isn't it? A live projection of their adventure twenty four hours,” he said.

I couldn't listen to him because I was too focused on watching Luffy and the rest fight a hoard of beasts so expensive I couldn't see the end of it.

“Garuda Island, they have the strongest beast in the new world. A legendary bird capable of laying golden eggs is said to be nesting there. Bringing a batch of their eggs seemed like a simple enough first mission, don't you think?” He said.

“Luffy…”

A giant turkey takes Luffy with its beak and throws him off the view. The bird approaches Ussop, and I know he is dead meat.

“Now, for payment. You have to do as I say,” said Tesoro.

He presses another button on his desk, and a group of women show up at his door with a trolley filled with food.

“You have rejected every meal for the past three days. I have to commend your dedication, but we can’t have you dying out of starvation. Otherwise, our show will end too soon. So, I want you to eat,”

“I'm not hungry,”

My stomach betrays me and rumbles. Damn it. I take a spoonful of the saffron rice and shrimp they gave me; the taste is good, but nothing compares to the perv cook. If that twisted eyebrow freaked knew, he would never let me live it down.

“Good to see you cooperate. You know, I have a couple of collaborators near the island. They could lend a hand to your friends. Make sure they are safe on their mission if you eat a second plate of food.”

“I trust them to survive on their own,”

At that moment, the bird catches Usopp and throws him as well, but I see Luffy intercepting him mid-air.

“Gum Gum Balloon!”

They will survive on their own. I can't allow Tesoro to poison me with whatever could be in this food.

Then I noticed Luffy left Usopp drop, and I wondered if the second plate might be necessary at some point.

“Suit yourself. It's more exciting to see them struggle. In any case, What do you think of the food? The best ingredients in all of the new world,” he asks.

“Shitty, I have tasted better stuff from a pervert,”

“You will see it has an acquired taste. For now, enjoy it,”

He stayed there watching me eat. Like he said, with each mouthful my palate got accustomed to the flavor until my fork hit the empty plate.

Tentacles of gold stretch from the wall and drag me back to it as soon as the plate is off my hands.

“What the fuck?”

“Well, you said you only needed that one plate. Your friends are safe and sound, and know you are back to being my trophy. Ain't I a man of my word?”

“What gives?”

“What, you wanted some private time or something? Don't forget Roronoa Zoro. You are my slave now. I don’t need to give you shit. Every meal, every drop of water is a gift out of a merciful king,”

“Damn you,” I replied.

“If you want something in particular, and I can see what it could be,” he said, eyeing me.

“Then beg for it like the lowlife you are,” he added.

We stayed silently there for a minute. Then he broke the silence with a laugh.

“Millions of people enter the GranTesoro with dreams of winning a fortune. Like them, you too will succumb to despair. Try as much as you want to look strong, it won't help you in due time,”

He exited the room, and I lowered my head in defeat. By the time I wake up from my nap, they will be here.

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