#900 follower celebration

[devils-dares]

Hey, can I make a Matt X you request. You're drunk, Matt wants to take you to your home but you're full of nonsense and don't want to go home.

working on finishing these, been super busy with doctor's appointments, my apologies

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"and if i walk in front of the car?"

"that's insurance fraud." he deadpans. you pout.

"i think you've had enough to drink." he reaches for your beer, but you swirl it around and chug it down, belching when you finish.

"i'm not goin home." you slur. he tilts his head back and sighs.

"please?"

"nuh uh!" you shake your head proudly, stumbling over to josie before matt grabs your waist.

"we're getting some air." you try your best to protest, but he's just too strong and you're too drunk to compete with him. you let him drag you outside, sobering the smallest bit, but not by much.

"you're gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow."

"let me drink more and earn it." he laughs, tongue poking out between his teeth at the disbelief of you.

"josie should have already cut you off."

"hey man! josie loves me!" you poke his chest hard and he stumbles a step back.

"if i- if i take you to my apartment, will you come?"

"yeah."

"but you won't go home."

"no." he sighs again.

"okay, let's get you to my place then."

"will you cuddle with me?"

"of course."

"okay."

"let's go home."

"your home." you emphasize.

"darling," he says, pulling you towards him by the waist, "if i had my way, my place and your place would be the same place. i want you to move in with me. and i'm telling you now so you don't remember in the morning." he kisses you quick and sweet, and takes your hand to lead you home.

"home." you mumble, and he smiles.

[lalal-99]

Just hit the 900… Thank you to all the wonderful people that like my stories enough to follow me. You’re recognition is deeply appreciated

Sending all the love 💕

[beefrobeefcal]

an Ezra & Cricket One Shot: Brass Knuckled Debauchee Summary: Ezra, after abusing your healing talents, returns to make good on his debt... for a price.

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 4,752

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), weight gain, eating, edging, soft!dom Ezra being an overall ass, teasing, begging, crying, malfunctioning prosthetic limb, the occasional swear

Author's Notes: requested by two (count'em - 2!) lovely babes for the 900 Friendo Celebration - thank you to @xdaddysprincessxx and @morallyinept for bringing Ezra some love.

Huge thank you to @strang3lov3 , @noxturnalpascal & @bitchesuntitled for their beta badass skills and to my ever lovely beta fish, @neverwheremoonchild. None of you will understand the depths of gratitude I hold you all in.

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You’d cared for him when his appendage was newly parted from his person, after a young woman dumped him off at your meagre midwife’s centre.  

You hadn’t delivered a baby in at least eight cycles, but you were busy tending to broken bones and crushed limbs from the mine nearby, so the idea of caring for a wound caused by a missing arm wasn’t far from your everyday.  

What was far from the standard men in your care was that this one wouldn’t shut up. Truly. You’d never met someone so close to death spew such a narrative. You almost wished to have him out of his misery just to stop his linguistic vomit.  

Thank Kevva for sedatives.  

You didn’t even want to know his name, worried that if you had his, he’d need yours and there was no way someone this sick and wounded that could carry on like he’s memorized a thesaurus wasn’t capable of performing a hex or a curse on you. 

After three blessedly quiet and devoid-of-narration days, the open wound where his arm once hung from was no longer festering and the fever that wracked his body broke. Despite your own desire to keep him silent, you stopped administering such a high dose of the sedative, and you allowed him to regain consciousness.  

For the first little while, all you heard was his steady, deep breathing, so you left the room to grab some water and liquified sustenance for him, figuring that when he would finally come to, he’d be hungry. 

“To what do… do I owe the pleasure?”, you heard croaked as you walked softly back into the room.  

“Oh good…”, you replied flatly. “You’re awake and talking.” 

The remainder of his stay that time had revolved around you doing what you could to keep his mouth occupied enough to keep it quiet; you fed him. By the time he’d left, he’d made you aware of his name – Ezra – and bestowed a nickname on you for lack of giving your own. Cricket. He then made the terrible promise to return to see you and left with a wink and a smile.  

Your whole body bristled at the thought of having to deal with him again. 

***** 

The first return visit he made, his confidence and vocabulary were still obnoxiously inflated. Whining of a bruised rib, you resumed your frustrated feeding to keep him down to two to three sentences and responses between mouthfuls.  

The second time he returned, he stated that he had been ‘brutalized by a deviant, one who you should not even be told of his true form else your fragile and virtuous mind be stained’. There wasn’t a single mark on him, save for a bite on his only arm that looked to be self-inflicted. He enjoyed himself, smiling between bites of food. 

By the third visit – complaining of a sprained toe - you knew that he knew that you knew what you were doing - and vice versa. Despite this, you fed him, and he ate very well. After several days of ‘healing’, he hauled himself up and it was then that you noted his flight suit looking like it was getting tighter around his middle.  

Those visits happened in a fairly rapid succession, but a longer period – more than six cycles at least - lapsed before he darkened your doorway and approached your desk once again. Without even looking up, you knew it was him, having heard his cavalier long-form salutations being crooned out at anyone he passed approaching your unit. 

“What now?”, you sighed in irritation, dropping your head into your hand, not bothering to look up at him – something you would come to regret to save yourself future embarrassment. You didn’t see him close your door and lock it behind him.  

He approached your desk, and his hand came into view along with a mechanical one; the smooth-as-silk tongued devil was now outfitted with a prosthetic arm that looked like it had been stolen from a brass skeleton and had gears added. Your eyes followed the mechanical limb up to the hem of his shortened sleeve, hiding the joint between it and what remained of his actual arm. The new colour of his clothing caught your attention, too, pulling your eyes to his torso. Yes, it was definitely a different colour. He was no longer in the moss greens and soil browns you’d associated with him. Now, he was in a dark blue flight suit with a gold zipper that looked to just be barely holding together.  

Your brain paused to take in what was in front of you.  

“No more chirps for me, sweet Cricket?” 

His raspy, southern drawl sounded sweeter than you’d noticed before as your eyes took in the added weight on his middle. Before looking up to his face, you noted the way the zipper rippled from the strain and the clear indent his belly button made as the fabric pulled taut across his expanse.  

His face. As soon as you took it in, you regretted not doing it first. He’s held you in his big brown eyes’ gaze before, but you’d been able to avoid being trapped. But this time you couldn’t help but let them absorb you. His smile widened as he slightly leaned forward, arms putting further weight on your desk.  

“You seem at a loss for word, Crick-“ 

“You’ve been eating well.”, you managed to croak out in a somewhat aloof-sounding voice, nodding towards his middle.  

He didn’t shrink back at your comment; instead, it seemed to embolden him.  “You started me on a path of decadence that a mere man such as myself isn’t able to easily shake.” 

He stood to his full height, eyes never leaving yours. “Is that all you noticed?”, he grinned, lifting his brass appendage, bringing the crude and simple brass hand to his face, smoothing over his moustache.  

Your lips parted then closed and parted again before you were able to spit out, “I saw y-… I see you got a new… limb.” 

His eyes gleamed at you, seeing his every move had you further in his grasp. You inwardly scowled, chiding yourself on how quickly you were falling under his spell. Narrowing your eyes, you shrugged at him. 

“Looks old.” 

If it stung him, he didn’t show it; he simply kept that smile on his face and continued to look down at you from across the desk. “I’m not its first owner.” 

The pleasantries had only lasted a few more moments before Ezra moved around your desk and hovered over you. 

“I’m here to return the favour, Cricket.” 

“...Favour?” 

“For all the hard work you put into bringing me back to my full health.”, he cooed lowly as his brass hand cooled your cheek with its feather-light touch.  

“It’s nothing... I was just doing my j - “ 

He leaned over you further, cheshire grin pulled menacingly across his face. His voice slipped into a lower pitch and his eyes darted from your eyes to your mouth.  

“Doing your job would have been to send me away when I appeared with erroneous and fabricated injuries and illnesses. You, my sweet Cricket, stepped over and above the threshold of your employment and I intend to repay you for your sweetness in full.” 

You sucked in a few shallow breaths and nervously swallowed. This was a side of him you hadn't seen, assuming that he was a submissive and pliant brat who’d chosen you to dote on him. But no. There was no favour he intended to pay back. He was just sizing you up and wrangling you into his web, and now he was out loud declaring that you were his prey. His eyes were dark and fixed on you, in contrast with the gentle smile on his face.  

“Don’t be nervous, sweet Cricket. You can tend to your own wounds afterwards. Now, let me hear you chirp.” 

His brass arm shot out and gripped your wrist tightly and he pulled you from your seat. Dragging you to the maternity room, he tossed you onto the low soft bed.  

“Ezra!”, you squeaked as your body hit the push mattress below you.  

He dropped to his knees and crawled up, forcing your legs apart, and his belly barely grazed your middle as his face lined up with yours. You let out an involuntary whimper. 

“Oh, sweet Cricket. How badly I wanted you on your back, making those sweet vocalizations your namesake promised me.” 

His flesh and bone hand gently grazed your face and moved to the back of your head, softly fisting your hair, forcing your head to stay still as he traced his nose along the contours of your face. His eyes remained half lidded and he watched as your own rolled back when he pushed his knee into the crux of your thighs, knowing he had all but your verbal consent.  

“This is all you need, sweet Cricket? Someone to light the way?” 

All you can muster as his hold on your hair tightened and his knee applied more pressure was a light whine through your parted lips.  

You wanted to respond, but the moment you opened your mouth, Ezra’s brass arm made a clunk sound and began to shudder.  

“Oh, for Kevva’s sake.”, he muttered, sitting up on his knees as he examined the arm. It made a mechanical sound before it shuddered again, then a higher pitched noise droned as the arm vibrated.  

You watched him sitting between your parted legs as the realization of what he had at his disposal dawned on him. Your eyes widened as he turned and looked at you like a starved man with a wild grin.  

“Sweet Cricket, I think I could go for a bite to eat.” 

***** 

Once you’d gotten some finger foods together and brought them back into the room, you found Ezra laid back in a mountain of pillows on the bed. He nodded his head towards you and raised his hand, beckoning you to him.  

“Come on, Cricket. Tend to your weary traveller.” 

His eyes were glued to you, cascading up and down your form, as you hand fed him. He’d had a few pieces of the savoury pastries when you felt the cool touch of his brass hand slide between your thighs.  

“Curious...”, he mused as he chewed. “… that when I make a certain motion with my appendage, it malfunctions in such an amusing manner that I know you will find benefit in, pet.” 

Your brows furrow in question and before you can ask how that could benefit you in any way, the arm made that clunk sound again. You felt the vibration between your thighs and your eyes widened.  

“Ez – oh fuck!”, you gasped as he pushed his knuckle up against your mound and held it there firmly. 

Your mouth was open, allowing shallow panting breaths to puff out and your eyes were closed with your brows pinched as the shuddering vibrations pulsed against you. You’d never felt anything like this before in your life and you thanked Kevva.  

The low amber tones of his voice cut through to you and pulled you out of your silent prayer. “Now, sweet Cricket. We are both here to derive enjoyment from one another given we both now have the intel on each other’s vices. You can’t go holding out on me to seek your fruition – that is not fair.” 

He pulled his hand from contacting your core, and your eyes snapped to his, a pleading whimper bubbling out from your pouting lips.  

“Uh-uh, Cricket. We will play fair.”, he growled in warning. His smile dropped as his features darkened, and he nodded towards your suspended hand holding a small meat-filled pastry. “Don’t you dare hold out on me.” 

Shakily, you brought the morsel to his mouth and as he took it in and let his tongue touch your finger, his hand once again pressed against your core. 

***** 

Ezra had continued to eat and finished over half of platter. But every time you started to get close to your peak, he would pull his hand away, leaving you a shaking mess. 

“P-please… Ezra, please!”, you begged mere seconds away from ecstasy.  

“I am not finished, sweet Cricket.”, he said with a mouthful. “You will be sated when I have found my fill, and we are not yet there.” 

You could have screamed at him, strangled him in a rage. “Ezra please! I - ”. 

The warning look he gave you stopped any further pleading. Your mind reeled, trying to find some way to get relief. You could kick him out and try to finish yourself off with your fingers, but you knew it would be fruitless; you’d never gotten this worked up on your own before and you doubt that you had anything in this clinic that vibrated at that frequency.  

As you trembled and panted, Ezra watched, amused at how clearly you were seeking a solution to the problem he’d created for you.  

“Cricket…”, he cooed, soothing his biological hand up your arm and to your face. He gently guided your chin towards him. “Sweet Cricket, come back to me.” 

When your frantic gaze met his, his eyes softened and creased as he smiled. “I will not leave you unfinished. I repay my debts, darling nurse.” 

You sighed in defeat, nodded, and took a deep breath. Your eyes trailed down to his noticeably rounder middle that made the already strained zipper pull at the seams of the fabric. He shifted in what looked like discomfort.  

You put down the current half-filled plate of food and reached for the zipper tag, tugging it down. It only got to the beginning of the swell of his belly before you met resistance. You tugged a little harder, but it wouldn’t budge. 

“Suck it in.” 

“Now, Cricket, let’s not be hast-“ 

“I said suck it in.”, you snapped back far more forcefully than intended.  

Ezra froze then nodded. “Sweet girl, I will try, but…”  You saw his middle pull in slightly. “… the profound conundrum I experienced in getting it on…” 

The zipper finally moved, and he groaned as his stomach expanded. “Sweet Kevva… such relief.” 

You were desperate for him to touch you again, but seeing him fat and swollen before you, knowing it was your work that was filling him out. Ezra watched your gaze turn hungry and almost feral. Granted, he felt that way as he watched you teeter on the edge of falling apart over and over. He wasn’t ready to let the power he held over you go, giving him the drive to get through, bite by bite. But that power began to slip the moment his vulnerable and considerably rounder middle exposed, and it left him feeling uneasy and unsure. 

“A change of flavour… is needed, my sweet Cricket.”, Ezra crooned, trying to exude as much confidence he could muster, despite his self-consciousness lingering in the back of his mind. He swallowed down a moan as your blown-pupiled eyes met his. He pushed a faux-confident smile and spoke softer. “Something sweeter, perhaps?” 

Letting a small huff escape, you nodded and got up from the bed, cursing him under your breath for having this much power over you. 

As you stood in the small kitchen area, waiting for the food rehydrator to loudly prepare the freeze-dried baked goods, you didn’t hear Ezra huff and grunt as he got off the bed and saunter into the kitchen. You weren’t alerted to his presence until his belly hit your back and his brass hand went to your hip.  

His nose and mouth pressed against the back of your neck, whispering filth as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed. 

“You leave yourself so vulnerable, sweet Cricket... back to the door, not an ounce of concern…. any rapscallion of low morals could take advantage… of your sweet, supple figure…” 

You let out a light, breathy whine gripping his hand as he kneaded your breast. As much as you wanted his hands on you, you wanted his mouth on your own more, so you pushed your body back against his, making enough room between him and the counter for you to turn around. His brass hand stayed on the curve of your waist, not offering any resistance, and his other hand cupped your cheek, holding it in place while he kissed you softly. His lips moved against yours like he was able to read your mind, or maybe even needed this point of contact as badly as you did. His mouth parted and his tongue pushed for entrance into your mouth, and once it was granted, the kiss fevered and boiled over. You felt your core throb with need and want, soaking your pants and already ruined underwear, and he crowded you against the counter. So wrapped up were you in his mouth and teeth and tongue, that you didn’t feel his brass hand move from your waist. 

In one swift move, Ezra shoved your pants down in the front enough for his brass hand to slip with no barrier into your folds. The cool touch you would have expected from it was long forgotten as the metal now met your body temperature. Still engulfed in the kiss that was beginning to rob your breath, the telltale clunk barely registered in your mind until the vibrations started. Sending a jolt through your body, you pulled your face away from his and let out a shrill gasp.  

The timer on the rehydrator went off, and Ezra chuckled darkly, watching your brows draw together and your eyes flutter.  

“The rules stay the same, Cricket. Sweet or savoury, I will have my fill and you will have your petite mort. But one will meet the other at the same time.”, he said in a wickedly soft tenor. “Now, you can begin holding up your end, sweet girl.” 

Once again, Ezra ripped away any power you might have had or believed you had, edging you with each bite, withholding his metal hand’s vibrations from the moment his mouth was empty to the moment your hand shakily pushed another bite past his lips. Overstimulation mixed with the pent-up fury of being denied an orgasm had you panting rapidly, tears threatening to spill over. High pitched whines and shuddering whimpers were all you could produce, and it was music to Ezra’s ears.  

“You… create the most… glorious cricket song…”, he mused softly as he chewed the mouthful. “Keep chirping, sweet girl…” 

You were coming to a point where you weren’t sure you would make it. Your brain felt like it was filled with the static from a communicator’s blank channel and your hearing and sight felt fuzzy. The coil tightening in your cunt was hitting a painful level, causing you to drop the next pastry you’d picked up with your shaking hands. 

As soon as it hit the floor, Ezra tsk’d you, and pulled his hand right out of your pants. The pained sob that burst from you from the loss of contact was loud and harsh, and the tears finally spilled over, staining your cheeks.  

“P-please… I… I can’t!”, you cried out, jutting your hand out clumsily to grab his wrist as he pulled back. His dark eyes scanned your desperate ones, pausing momentarily, before his gaze shifted to one of pity and amusement. 

“You can’t what?”, he mocked with a cruel grin. “Can’t what, sweet Cricket?” 

A rasped and pained whine peeled out of your throat as your head fell to his shoulder, and his hand gripped your hair and pulled back, forcing you to look at him. You looked ruined. Your cheeks flushed and eyes wet and lidded, your lips parted, turned down and chin quivering. He shoved up back and up onto the counter. 

“Oh, come now, sweet Cricket. Don’t look at me like I won’t give you your due.”, he whispered, ghosting his mouth over yours. His brass fingers traced lurid shapes along your inner thighs, causing your body to shiver and that coil painfully wind up in your core once more.  

“I asked you for something sweeter, pet,”, Ezra mockingly cooed as he pulled back, your face involuntarily following his to try and capture his lips against yours. He shook his head, smile tugging at one side of his mouth. “Something sweeter and you dropped it on the floor. It’s precious currency, Cricket, and you mishandled it.” 

Your eyes followed his, stuck in the trance he’d put you under. He could have told you to do anything, given any order and you would have obeyed to your detriment. His brass hand moved to your throat, long, metal fingers grasping just tight enough to keep you precariously seated on the edge of the counter. His thicker middle forced you legs open wide, and his other hand took its place between your legs and without warning, he shoved two fingers into your core.  

Your mouth and eyes widened as a wrecked gasp escaped you and your hands went to grab onto what ever meaty part of him you could grab for stability. Ezra hummed in response as the pads of his fingers felt the walls of your cannel twitch and flutter at his intrusion. 

“Good Kevva, sweet girl…”, he groaned, watching your face contort. “As much as this contraption of a limb can bring me such sadistic joy at your expense, my own digits needed to feel the silken walls of your inner sanctum.” 

As he pumped his fingers in and out of you, he dropped his forehead against yours and hummed again, answering your repeated whining pants and moans.  

“Keep chirping, Cricket… sing me your evening song… that’s it….”  

As you felt your peak come careening in, he felt your walls convulse and slicken up. The soft tenor he’s just lulled you into a steady rhythm with fell away and the low chuckle followed by his fingers being removed made you scream out and dig your nails into the fattened flesh of his upper arm and shoulder. 

“EZ-EZRA! PLEASE! FUCK-PLEASE!”, you sobbed out in a shriek.  

His brass hand’s hold tightened around your throat, and he shoved your shoulders flush with the wall behind counter roughly.  

Your desperate eyes looked him over as best as you could, given the position he had you in. His bloated and full stomach moved with each laboured breath he took and the strain he put himself under to wreck you was fully apparent. You could feel the outline of his clothed hard cock seated against your thigh and the sweat beading on his forehead. He wiped his face and parted his lips to take in deeper breaths; his irises were indiscernible from his pupils as he looked down at you. 

You had never known need like this, and you felt as though you were going to succumb due to your lack of orgasm as a final line in the life that Kevva had written for you. 

“P…please…” 

“Is it my cock you want to be impaled on, pet? You want to whine and mewl while I rut my quiver bone into your sopping celestial cavern?”, he coolly growled, but there was a slight waiver in his voice. You saw the same desperation in the dark abyss of his eyes. 

You nodded dumbly and he scowled, baring his teeth, and tore his brass hand off you, trying to make quick work of getting his flight suit off his shoulders. The arms were tight around his fleshy arms, and you shakily sat up and tried to help. Once his arms were free, you tugged the material over his waist, taking note of the roll of flesh sitting just above his waistband, showing just how much he had been indulging. You gave it a squeeze, revelling in the sound he made, sucking his breath thru his teeth at your fingers.  

“Marvel the fruits of your labour, Cricket… The destination you set me on course to has made me beyond redemption and unfit for galactic adventuring…”, he grunted breathily, shoving his flight suit off his legs before kicking it off entirely. “You have effectively rendered me useless beyond what effect I am able to wield on you.” 

He shoved his mouth against yours before you could respond or ask what he meant, sucking you into a bruising kiss. His hands gripped your hips, pulling your twitching cunt flush with his weeping, hard cock, knocking the plastic plate that held the desserts onto the floor at his feet. Fumbling slightly, he pulled back and gripped his member, before lining it up with your entrance and pushing it in all at once. The sting of his intrusion melded perfectly with the relief of finally connecting, and the sound you made caused Ezra to almost break. His eyes softened and his brows tented, body tense at the gentle yet firm, warm hold you had on him.   

“I’m af-afraid I’ve pushed too far to allow for… for niceties and gentle welcomes, sweet Cricket…”, he panted against your face, teeth clenched as he tried to focus and draw this out as long as possible.  

“Please move...”, you begged in a strained whine.  

“If I move to fast, sweet Cricket, I will... end this fortuitous connection with an... an early release, and that would render me- fuck!... render me less than a gentleman...” 

“You’re no gentleman... now shut up an-and fuck me!” 

It seemed that your tight walls and frantic begging were too much for Ezra, and he pulled out with a grunt, followed by a whine as he came onto the plate on the floor. The vulgar sounds of his panting breaths mixed with the sploot of his spend had you seeing red. 

“You asshole!”, you screeched, shoving him off you.  

He panted and held his hands up in surrender as you charged at him. 

“Cricket... forgive me! You’re too sweet... your sacred cavern was too - “ 

The slap you landed across his face stopped his fancy wordplay. “You fucking bastard!” 

Ezra’s eyes flashed in anger, and he stood to his full height, towering over you.  

“That was uncalled for, Cricket.”, he snarled. “I will take the wrath of meeting an end without you by my side, but I will not allow you to besmirch my good mother with a question of my paternal lineage.” 

You stared at him, eyes wide with anger at his audacity, and before you could say another word, he tackled you to the floor. You tried to fight him off but the moment you heard the clunk of his brass arm and felt two metal fingers punch up into your slick heat, you ceased your struggle.  

“See, sweet Cricket? I may be a wayward traveler, but even I know the dangers of leaving a woman on the precipice of completion... “ 

“Don’t stop... please... don’t stop...”  

The vibrations of his arm and the smooth curves of the worn metal fingers found a rhythm that had you seeing stars.  

“I plan to keep demanding your company each time I move through this sector, and-” 

“Oh Kevva... Ez-Ezra!” 

He leaned forward and ghosted his mouth over yours, speaking in a low, husky growl, “... if I were to fail you now, what kind of welcome would I receive the next time I darken your doorway?” 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and your body arched off the floor. Pent up energy burst from your burning cunt, sending wave after wave of precious release through your body. The scream that peeled out of you was dampened by Ezra kissing you forcefully. 

His movement slowed and he slowly pulled his brass hand from your core. You were greeted with his grin as he looked over his brass hand. 

“You’ve polished only two fingers for me... there are three more.”, he cooed, placing a delicate kiss on the end of your nose. “Next time.” 

“N-next time?” 

He nodded and stood up with a grunt. You sat up carefully, and it seemed you both took note of the plate on the floor, covered in his cum. The chastisement was on your tongue, but never became words out loud as you were struck speechless as you watched him pick up the plate and fling it out the window.  

He turned back to you, standing naked in the kitchen, fat and sweaty, with a grin on his face.  

“There is always a next time, Cricket.” 

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Whiskey Kisses

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: HI CONGRATS ON 900 FOLLOWERS!!!!! could I please request “admit it. you used to have feelings for me,” with Roy Kent? 💙💙

Roy Kent x Reader

1.4k words

Warnings: Language, drinking

“You’ll never guess who’s joining us for dinner!” your mum squealed as she scurried around the kitchen, her question greeting you as you walked through the door after work.

“Nan?” came your flat answer as you grabbed a slice of tomato from her cutting board.

Her sneaky giggle told you that no, it was not your grandmother.

A half hour later, you were still blinking in shock. Roy fucking Kent was sitting next to you in the dining room, sipping a beer and eating your mother’s cooking while chatting nonchalantly with your dad.

You hadn’t seen Roy in… five, six years? Your parents were close mates, and the two of you had always been friendly. There was always an offer for you to join your parents at Richmond matches when he sent over tickets, but something always came up, stopping you from going. Apparently he came over for dinner about every six months or so, something your mother had conveniently forgotten to mention when she insisted on you coming tonight.

Dinner was as normal as dinner could be, with Roy politely asking you questions about work and what you’d been up to since the last time you saw one another. He seemed particularly interested when you mentioned breaking up with your long-term boyfriend, the dull one who was obsessed with the fact that you vaguely knew a professional footballer.

“Never did get him that autograph he wanted,” you teased, knocking your shoulder into Roy’s, suddenly overcome with that old familiarity of two people who’d grown up around each other.

Roy snorted, shooting you a grin, the one you remembered fondly. “He wasn’t getting one from me.”

“No?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Fuck no. I hated that prick.” He wrinkled his nose as you allowed the subject to drop.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Roy Kent. Or at least, you had been. There was a time when you were about sixteen when you stupidly thought you had a shot with him and kissed him at a party, in your bedroom where the two of you were sharing the bottle of whiskey he’d nicked when your parents weren’t looking. He’d kissed you back, being a horny sixteen-year-old boy, but never spoke of the incident again. The next thing you knew, he was making his debut and dating models and actresses. And he became nothing more than a charming anecdote you could share at the pub after a few drinks, someone you politely said hello to at your parents’ garden parties when he could find the time to make an appearance.

After dinner and dessert, you announced that you should start walking home. Roy was immediately on his feet.

“Let me drive you.”

So, you wound up in that giant black car, the one your father felt the need to tell you about after Roy had bought it, alone with Roy Kent for the first time since that night in your childhood bedroom. And, much to your displeasure, you felt just as nervous as you’d felt then.

When his car pulled up to your house, you turned and did the polite thing, knowing the answer would be no: “Come in for a nightcap?”

You fully expected him to decline, to say something about being in training in the morning, to explain that he had a party to get to, or to mumble something about a date he was late for. Instead, he turned off his car with a “Sure, why not?”

For the second time that night, you found yourself surprised to be sitting next to Roy Kent, this time on your couch, once again sharing a bottle of whiskey.

At first, the conversation stumbled, with you asking questions you already knew the answer to about his football season and his sister, who you really should call sometime, and him repeating questions from dinner about your work and asking if you were really done with your ex or if it was just a break, because if so, he was sorry for calling him a prick. But, as you poured a second and third round, he relaxed into your couch, an arm draped behind you and you leaning into it, wondering if he remembered that night as vividly as you did.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen your house,” he murmured, glancing around the living room. “It’s nice.”

“Thanks,” you managed, trying not to focus on the warmth of his arm. “I like it.”

He glanced down at you, smirk playing on his lips. “Fucking throws you back, doesn’t it? Alone, sharing a bottle. Might not be your bedroom, but I guess this is technically yours.”

He remembered. “Yeah,” you chuckled, tucking some hair behind your ear so you could focus on something besides Roy Kent sitting on your couch with his arm around you. “We were just silly little kids then.”

“It sure didn’t feel silly then.” He turned to face you properly, drink completely forgotten in his hand now. “Admit it. You used to have feelings for me.” There was definitely an edge of teasing in his voice, something you hadn’t heard in ages and didn’t even know you missed until this moment. But there was something else, something more serious, something almost hopeful.

You rolled your eyes, hoping to diffuse the quickly growing tension. “I was sixteen and had been drinking. I’d have kissed any fella was in that room with me.”

His grin didn’t fade. “Sure, sure,” he murmured, his hand coming up from the back of the couch to brush some hair out of your face. “Guess I was just lucky to be that fella,” he hummed.

The whiskey lowering your defenses, you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, must’ve felt really lucky, the way you never spoke about it again.”

“I mean…” Roy bit his lip and let out a breathy chuckle. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him look… nervous? “Come on. The girl I fancied fucking kissed me and then I had to head back to Sunderland in the morning. Didn’t think I had the right to- to ask you to, I don’t fucking know, wait for me or some shit.”

Oh.

“You fancied me?” You didn’t bother hiding your own smile.

Bashful looked good on Roy Kent. “Fuck off, you know I did.” His thumb stroked your cheek. “Always thought you were gorgeous. Smart. Funny. Only girl I ever met who knew how long a keeper can hold the ball.”

“Six seconds,” you answered automatically, a hint of bragging in your voice.

“You were my fucking dream girl,” Roy teased, his hand still on your face.

You squirmed, trying not to lose the warmth of his touch. “That’s a lot of past tense there, Kent. Guess I blew my shot?”

His mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. He closed it and opened it again, finally finding his ability to speak. “You’d never blow your shot,” he said, his voice low. “Not with me.”

Praying you weren’t making a total fool of yourself, you leaned forward to close the space between you, space you knew had been there for a long time. Suddenly, you were sixteen again, Roy Kent’s mouth on yours, tasting like whiskey and delight. Sure, there was a beard scratching your face that hadn’t been there last time, and the sounds of your parents and their friends shrieking with laughter wasn’t coming in through the windows, but the exhilaration and joy were still there. And the feeling of his tongue skimming against yours still sent electricity through your whole body; you couldn’t help but think that he was much more skilled with it now than he was as a teenager.

When you parted, there was that same breathlessness, those same expressions of bashfulness and embarrassment, the same questions being exchanged between your gazes. Except this time, Roy did something he didn’t before.

“Think we could have dinner sometime?” You’d never heard this kind of nervous hesitation in his voice before. You liked knowing you were the cause of it. “Without your parents.”

“That would be nice.” You set down your glass and scooted closer to him. “You’re a much better kisser than you were at sixteen,” you teased, taking his glass and setting it down next to yours.

He grinned. “You sure? Think I might still need some more practice. Care to help me with that?”

He didn’t need to ask twice.

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A wedding and a breakup

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x OC, OC x reader

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Summary: you and Bucky are apart of your best friends big day but how he acts makes you question your future together.

Warnings: angstyyy, marriage and weddings

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: I’ve had this one in the drafts for a whileeeee but I’m glad it’s finally published :)

You woke up to cool air, caressing your bare skin as you felt an empty bed. Turning over to see that your lover wasn’t in bed lying next to you. You grabbed your robe, wrapping it around you as you made your way to your living room.

You spotted him in the kitchen, his back exposed to you. Making breakfast for the both of you since you had a long day ahead. You tiptoed up to him and engulfed him in your arms.

“Good morning, doll.”

“Good morning, why didn’t you wake me?” He turned around and cupped your face, smiling from ear to ear.

“You looked too peaceful.” He says before placing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Well, I don’t look peaceful when I’m rushing to get ready.” You complained, pushing him away to go sit down. He fixed a plate of food with a little bit of everything he made for you.

Today was the wedding of you and Bucky’s friends Steve and Marie. You have known Marie for as long as you could remember, you were so excited that she was getting married. Even more exciting, it was your boyfriend's best friend. Bucky and Steve have been friends for a long time as well, much longer than you and Marie. So it was nice to see your friends get married to each other. You’d hope that was you one day, finally marrying Bucky. Having the life you’ve always wanted.

“I guess you better eat quick then.” He smirked, placing the plate of food in front of you.

“I hate you.” You playfully snapped, rolling your eyes.

“And I love you too.”

You and Bucky had been together for about 5 years. A mutual friend suggested you go on a date and that’s when the relationship started to bloom. You went on dates multiple times a week, he’d bring you flowers, and bring lunch to your job. You were inseparable and madly in love. After a year of dating the both of you ultimately decided on moving in together. It’s been the two of you ever since.

“I don’t want to go to this wedding.”

“What- why not? Steve is your best friend, you’re the best man!” You exclaimed as Bucky sat down on the couch.

“It’s just not very exciting to me. I’m definitely happy for him though, spending the rest of his life with Marie.”

Bucky’s attitude towards weddings was all new to you. You had never seen this side of him and it worried you. What if he didn’t want to get married to you? You wanted to get married, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. But you didn’t bring it up, you’re just overthinking, of course he wants to marry you, maybe he’s just having a bad day, you thought.

Moving away from that conversation, you glanced at the wall to look at the clock. “Well we better get dressed, we have to be at the place soon.”

With that, you got up and got dressed. Bucky helped you with your dress zipper and you helped him with his tie.

You stood behind him, your head peeking out from the side of his shoulder. “Ready to be the best man at your best friend's wedding?” You beamed hoping to get him excited about the wedding.

“Yeah, I hope I’ll never have to do this again.”

Your heart dropped at the words he uttered. He hopes he will never have to do this again. Does this mean going to a wedding? Being in a wedding? What does it mean? You brushed it off, giving him a small smile before walking away. Hopefully, he just means being the Best Man.

He comes into the living room and his eyes scan you, up and down. “You look stunning in this dress, love.”

Playing off how you feel you responded, “Why thank you, you look pretty okay.” He gasps like he’s hurt and you peck his cheek, “you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You have the rings?” He nods, holding 2 small black cases.

———

You got to the wedding venue and said your hellos to the groomsmen and bridesmaids. Steve showed up with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, Buck, (y/n),” Steve said as you walked in.

“Hey, congrats again!” You hugged him before walking off to find Marie.

Bucky and Steve catch up until it was time to get ready. You found Marie in her dressing room alone. You walked inside, closing the door behind you before pulling her into a big hug.

“How are you doing?” She was nervous you could tell, all this wedding planning and walking down the aisle was getting to her.

“Hey, everything is going to go according to plan, your maid of honor is here.” You reassured her as you smiled. “Your big day is going to be amazing.” She smiled before pulling you into a hug.

“So let’s get you in your dress.” You said gesturing to her dress on the mannequin. You walked over to it, careful not to mess it up. “I know I was there when you picked out your dress, but your dress is gorgeous, Marie.”

“Thank you (y/n), maybe soon you’ll be doing what I’m doing,” Marie says cheerfully.

“I’m not so sure about that.” You said still looking at her dress.

“What do you mean?” She asked, coming closer to you, and turning you around.

“Marie, we can do this later, you have a wedding to get to.”

“No (y/n), what happened?” She was staring into your eyes, something she always did when she needed to get something out of you and it always worked.

“I think Bucky doesn’t want to get married.” Her eyes open wide at your statement.

“But he’s in love with you.”

“Not enough to marry me.” You say with a monotone voice.

“(y/n) I think you need to have a conversation with him about this. Have you actually talked about this with him?”

“No, because I didn’t want to be down on your big day. So we’re done talking about this. Time to get you in your dress.”

“(y/n)-“

“No. In the dress. Now.” You helped Marie into her dress and tied her up nicely. You got her veil and put the finishing touches on her outfit.

“And I said the dress was gorgeous? You make the dress look gorgeous.” She pulls you into a hug, smiling so big.

“I’m so glad you’re here (y/n).”

“I wouldn’t have dreamed of missing it.”

With perfect timing, there was a knock on the door. You opened it just a crack to see Bucky on the other side. “It’s almost time.” You ran to give Marie one last hug before leaving with him. He glanced over and saw your expression drop and it worried him a bit.

“(y/n), you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just want Marie to have the best day.” He nodded, not pushing any further.

Marie and Steve didn’t invite many people, so the attendance was very small. Marie had 3 bridesmaids and you, the maid of honor. Steve had 3 groomsmen and Bucky, the best man. Steve stood at the altar with the 3 bridesmaids and 3 groomsmen, along with the officiant. A big smile was painted on his face, he was about to marry the love of his life. He was so excited.

The venue was perfect and was exactly the way Marie would always tell you she wanted.

You wished this was in your future, but with Bucky, you weren’t sure. Someone gave you both the signal that it was your turn to walk down the aisle. You linked arms with Bucky and walked down the aisle, the door closing behind you. Reaching the altar you both went on your respective sides.

The big door then opened and there was Marie, her long floor length bedazzled white gown, shimmering as she walked down the aisle. Her bouquet is filled with her favorite flowers from childhood, sunflowers, and lilies. You glanced over at Steve and he was smiling so hard, his face could break. His eyes glistened with tears.

As she reached the altar, she handed her bouquet to you and the officiant began to talk about marriage. Then it was time for the vows, Steve and Marie wrote their own vows. They recited their vows and you were moved to tears. They were so in love, it was beautiful you thought to yourself.

Finally, they said their “I do’s” and kissed. The officiant pronounced them married and you handed her the bouquet before they walked back down the aisle, the bride and groom's party following.

After the ceremony, it was time for pictures and lots of them. Pictures with the bride, the bride's party, practically everyone. The wedding party went outside and began to take pictures. You were beginning to wonder when will it ever end.

“Is this the last picture?” You asked Marie after taking pictures for almost an hour.

“Yes (y/n), I promise.” She exclaimed, pulling you in for another picture.

After that picture, you went over to stand next to Bucky. “I’m so glad that was the last picture I’m starving.”

“I don’t see how someone could enjoy this.” He says, hands in his pockets, watching Marie and Steve take pictures.

“What? So making memories isn’t enjoyable?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were implying it.” Interrupting you both before this conversation could escalate, you saw everyone start to leave. It was time to go to the reception. On the way to the reception you and Bucky sat in silence, you were thinking about what he said. And him? He couldn’t wait to get done with this wedding stuff.

Once you got to where the reception was being held the wedding party got lined up for the bride and groom's big entrance. The groomsmen and bridesmaids went and did their dances before it was you and Bucky’s turn. You both put the things that were bothering you behind you for your best friend's big day and partied at the reception.

You and Bucky found your seats near the bride and groom's seats and cheered as they walked in. As they started to have their first dance you glanced over at Bucky and his face was so readable to you.

“So you’re just not having a good time?” You whispered angrily, close to his ear.

“The party is nice, I’m enjoying it.” He responded, still watching the bride and groom.

“I know you’re lying.”

“Why would I be lying?”

“Because you’ve been saying things about this wedding all day, Bucky. You don’t wanna be here.” You fumed, keeping a low voice so no one hears you.

“I just don’t like weddings (y/n).”

“What’s not to like? It's a beautiful ceremony.” Bucky shrugs and your heart drops more, “So you wouldn’t get married to me?” You said, now staring into his eyes.

“(y/n), where is this coming from?”

“So you were never going to ask me to marry you, that’s why you’ve never brought it up.” He stared at you with his mouth gaped open. That told you everything you needed to know.

He was about to speak but you beat him to it; “just forget it, Bucky, we’ll talk about it later.”

“No let's talk about it now since you’ve had such a problem with everything I’ve done today,” Bucky responded not letting the conversation go.

“Answer me this, do you or do you not, want to marry me.”

“Why are you this worked up over a sheet of paper?” Bucky asks defensively.

And at that very moment, that’s when you knew your relationship was over. His actions throughout the day showed you. He didn’t want to get married. That was never his plan. He didn’t see the significance of “some sheet of paper” like you did. You both want different futures, you wanted marriage, and that's something he couldn’t give you.

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  Her friends had been acting odd, which really wasn’t that surprising when she really thought about it since they were oddballs to start out. What really made her step back and be suspicious was her girlfriend starting to act odd. Nancy was usually very straight-forward, blunt, goal-oriented. She stressed the importance of communication in the relationship, was an open-book with her, and never-ever strayed far from her routine unless it involved two things: something very very dangerous and important or anything to do with her job as a journalist. 

  But, this wasn’t anything to do with her job as that’s usually breaking news coverage where a story breaks and she needs to start a deep dive of investigation (which earned her the name Nancy Drew with their friend group). But, Nancy isn’t running off to the archives, the library, or the office in the early hours of the morning and spending all day there right now so it couldn't be work. And, as far as Y/N knew, there wasn’t any type of Upside Down creature threatening the town right now so it couldn’t be that. 

  She was truly stumped and it was bugging her. Not because she was insecure in her relationship and thought Nancy was cheating. There would be definite signs of that. But because she didn’t know what was going on and she didn’t like that. Y/N is an incredibly perceptive person, a trait she often cursed especially in times like this where she overthinks everything. Because of her perceptiveness, she needed to know what was going on at all times and if she didn’t, she spiralled. 

  “Hey, what’s going on up there?” Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by her friend, Robin. Robin stood in front of her as she sat at the cafe table - their mutually agreed upon meeting point. Y/N blinked, a little stunned by the sudden intrusion. 

  “Oh, um,” She hummed, gathering her purse as she stood up. “Nothing. Just thinking really.” Y/N shrugged it off. If there was something going on, her girlfriend was going through great lengths to hide it because it took Y/N this long to notice two months worth of odd behaviour. So, obviously, Nancy has either become incredibly lax in her secret keeping, or whatever it was, Nancy was getting ready to reveal it. 

  “I bet it’s about the new job you’re starting,” Robin theorised about what had her friend so distracted. “You’re nervous, a perfectly normal human reaction to this situation, but of course, it’s you so you’ve probably thought yourself into a tizzy meaning you were in the middle of an overthinking spiral.” She determined, talking a mile a minute as they started to walk towards a random location. 

  Y/N really wasn’t sure what Robin had planned for today, all she knew was that she had asked her to hang out for the day. Y/N had agreed, knowing that she and Robin were interested in the same things meaning whatever Robin had in mind, Y/N probably liked. “You know me so well,” Y/N shook her head. Technically, Robin did get the overthinking spiral part right. “And I thought Steve was joining us?” She asked, her brows furrowed at their missing friend. 

  Robin waved her off. “He suddenly had ‘plans’,” She put air quotes around the word ‘plans’ with an exaggerated eye roll. “Something about some party for some girl. You know how he is, any chance at getting a date.” 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. While Robin might be an oddball, she was an oddball Y/N knew since freshman year. An oddball who knew Robin’s deepest, darkest secrets. An oddball who hid in isolation with her throughout high school in fear that someone would find out that they liked girls. So she knew Robin. Which means, she knows that she knows something she’s not telling her. 

  “But I am sure you will see him later, he’ll come running back to us with his tail between his legs when they all shoot him down.” Robin shrugged as Y/N followed her lead. 

  “I see.” Y/N hummed again, earning a look from Robin. The way her blue eyes flicked nervously confirmed it. Robin knew something that she was supposed to keep a secret - one of her biggest inabilities. It was only a matter of time before the secret came spilling from her friend’s chapped lips. 

  Robin cleared her throat, eyes darting to look in front of them before they widened. “You know what,” She asked suddenly, her hand shoving Y/N towards the building next to them. “I think we should go in here!” 

  “Robin, this is an event hall-” She was cut off by her friend, shoving her towards it again. “Ugh,” She groaned, stumbling away from Robin’s hands as they reached out to shove her again. “Fine, I am going! I am going!” She relented, walking up the concrete stairs to the hall, eying Robin suspiciously as she brushed past her to lead the way. 

  As her friend opened the door, she could hear the echoes of Nancy’s voice instructing people to keep quiet and warmth bloomed in her chest. A surprise. It wasn’t a secret per se, but a surprise. “Come, this way.” Robin waved to her to follow her. 

  Smiling to herself, Y/N decided to play along, not wanting her girlfriend or friends to know the surprise was spoiled. “What are we doing here, Robin? We didn’t book a room out.” She asked, sounding slightly stressed to try to sell the part. Silence filled the hall other than the soft creaks of the floorboards when the hidden friends shifted. 

  “I just wanna see something in this room-” Robin waved her off, walking into one of the event rooms, flicking on the lights. Once the light turned on, everyone jumped out, yelling “surprise”. Even though she was expecting it, Y/N jumped slightly, looking around the now lit room with all her friends and family there. 

  Nancy stood right in front of her, a cardboard party hat (that matched everyone else's) on her head and a wide smile on her face. A large banner was hung on the far wall spelling out a hand painted “congratulations” in Y/N’s favourite colour. “Congratulations on your big job! We’re so excited for you!” Nancy beamed, nearly tackling her girlfriend in a hug. 

  Instantly, Y/N wrapped her arms around her as well, stumbling back from the force of the hug as Robin clapped happily beside them - mostly proud of herself for keeping the secret and pulling off the plan. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, Nancy! This must have taken you months and a load of money!” She gushed, looking around the room in awe, taking in everything. All Y/N’s favourite party foods laid out perfectly, several different drinks (some homemade and some store bought) on another table, each decoration handmade or picked out with the keen eye of her girlfriend. 

  “Nonsense! This is a big deal, Y/N. You deserve to be fussed over,” Nancy playfully scolded her. Y/N nodded, knowing it appeared playful, but Nancy meant it. She had made it her personal mission when they first started going out to make sure Y/N knew that she deserved the whole world and nothing short of it. She was the reason Y/N even applied for this job - without Nancy she probably would have just passed on the opportunity with a shrug and a muttered “like I’d ever get that job”.  “And I made it a surprise party! Were you surprised? You looked it! I actually think I got you this time!” 

  Y/N smiled sweetly, nodding. “I was definitely not expecting this, I love it.” She confirmed her surprise, pulling Nancy in to her by their conjoined hands, pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, earning another round of celebrating cheers from their friends and family. 

  “Good,” Nancy smiled at her once they pulled away, eyes alight and dancing with joyfulness and pure love. “Gives me more practice when I surprise you with a ring.” She winked, her finger softly playing with Y/N’s left ring finger causing a trail of goosebumps to travel up her arm. It was decided (informally) that Nancy would be the one to ask Y/N to marry her at some point in their relationship and both of them just ran with it. 

  “I can’t wait to be surprised again.” Y/N whispered back. Not to hide their love, but because her heart was so light and happy that she was scared to ruin this elated feeling by talking any louder.

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[devils-dares]

ahhh congrats on 900! i was wondering what your thoughts are, or if you could write a little something on waking up next to matt murdock after dating for a long time, or even after marrying him recently. im just imagining the dreamy look on his face, or maybe even his signature smirk as he teases you. thank you! 🩷

join my celebration here!

SHUT UP THIS IS SO-

you lay on his chest, his even breaths telling you that he's still asleep. it's rare that you wake up before him, so you take the time to enjoy this moment. your hand is on his stomach, covered by his. his gold wedding band shines in the early morning sun, aeternum is inscribed on the inside. he said that word drunkenly to you one night after flaunting the fact that he had learned latin at st. agnes, and then he'd kissed you in the pouring rain. it was the first time he'd ever kissed you, and you'd only ever figured out what the word meant when he proposed to you, saying it to you again.

"aeternum" he'd said, "latin for forever, it's the amount of time i want to spend with you."

you were twisting the ring between your fingers when he started to wake. he smiles, letting you have your moment for a bit longer, unable to hold his laughter in when you press a few kisses to his abdomen, tickling him in the process.

"g'morning," he says, pulling you up towards him to press a kiss to your lips, "what are you thinking about?"

"oh, that time you proposed to me." you laugh.

"oh yeah, that one time, no big deal." he joins your laughter, infectious giggles bubbling throughout the bedroom.

"i love you, murdock." you say, shaking your head.

"and i love you, murdock." he says, fluttering kisses all over your skin to make you laugh more.

[black-suns-rim]

Reached 900 followers, you guys know what that means

I'm gonna hold an art raffle. To be elegible for the raffle, you must:

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Comment on this post which of my ocs you will protect with your life

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[beefrobeefcal]

Fat Ezra? Fat Ezra.

So I think he actually hurt his leg on a prospect trip, he still has both arms. And he goes back home bc he’s out of commission. He manages to go to his fave club to see his fave girl dance. She sees him struggling and is like wow let me take you back to my place and care for you.

Fast forward a couple of months, he lives with her, she takes care of him, she hand feeds him every meal 😍 sometimes he likes to hold a vibrator to her clit while she feeds him and if she messes up/isn’t quick with the bites/misses his mouth, he pulls away until she calms down a tad and starts all over again aka he edges her. Also since she’s been taking care of him, obvi he has a belly now and she loves how healthy and fuller he is. I could easily see some tummy riding/thigh riding, maybe he’s a lil self conscious and she kisses his tummy

Bless you, Prinny, and your Ezra dedication!

I haven't forgotten about our beloved rapscallion and he will be touching down sooner rather than later.

While not all the THOTs contributed made it through, you did inspire a rather important aspect of the plot.

Everyone say Thank you Prinny! for her beautiful, sexy brain. Thank you so much for being here in the Bistro with me and for all your love and support!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

"Just Friends"

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: I'm gonna get another cheeky one in under the wire! 🥰Let's go for "please don't be in line with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you" and "We were never just friends..." Biggest congrats to you on the big 900! What a writer! 😘

Roy Kent x Reader

1.1k words

Warnings: Language, drinking, little bit of angst, kind of implied smut at the end?

It had been a great game for Richmond, and especially for Roy. You were so glad you’d been able to attend; it had been a while since you’d last made it to the Dog Track, despite Roy’s begging for you to come. Part of it was that you were unusually busy with work, but you had to admit that part of it was because it was getting harder and harder to spend time with Roy.

Keeley had introduced the two of you at a party, and the two of you clicked, quickly becoming the best of friends. Of course, you initially found him attractive; over time, though, you found yourself desperately in love with him, with the kindness that laid under this gruff exterior and his quick wit and his love for his niece… and about a million other little things.

But he was Roy Kent. You’d seen the models he dated, and you were definitely not his type.

Still, you knew he was happy to see you after the match, when he wrapped you in a big hug on the pitch and insisted you come to the team celebration.

“Be my date,” he’d teased, oblivious of how his words twisted your stomach.

So, there you were, in some club, sticking close to Roy, fully aware of the eyes shooting daggers in your direction. Several women- most of them stunning- had come up to him with flirtatious invitations to dance, but he’d declined. What he did instead was buy you drink after drink and laugh as he watched you joke around with the Greyhounds while he sipped his beer.

Soon enough you were just tipsy enough to start clinging to Roy, beaming up at his smirking face as he brushed some hair off of your face. “Should take you home,” he murmured, eyebrows raised. “You’re pretty fucking plastered.”

Reluctantly, you let Roy load you into a taxi and walk you to your door. He chuckled as he watched you struggle to get your key in the lock and shoved you aside to do it himself. He stood on your porch, the dim streetlight framing him angelically.

“I’m glad you came out,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Fucking missed you lately.” He frowned, ignoring the fact that the taxi was waiting for him. “You been avoiding me?”

You shook your head frantically. “’course not,” you lied.

He nodded, not quite believing you. “Good. Good.” He took a step back, letting his hand fall from your face. “I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright,” you whispered.

Once Roy was gone and your door was locked, you collapsed into bed, flipping your mobile over and over.

You’d lied to Roy. You never lied to Roy. Well, except for all those times when you’d made up an excuse for why you couldn’t hang out or make it to a game. Or the couple of times when he teasingly asked you if you fancied anyone and you vehemently denied being interested in anyone. Other than that, you never lied to Roy.

With a mix of alcohol and guilt in your stomach, you unlocked your phone and hit Roy’s contact before you could talk yourself out of it. It took only two rings before-

“What, you fuckin’ miss me already?” Roy chuckled.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else,” you blurted out, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid looking at the spinning ceiling. “Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

There was a long pause from his end. “The fuck are you talking about?” he finally asked quietly.

With a giant sigh, you sat up in bed. “I have been avoiding you,” you admitted. “Because I love you, Roy. I fucking love you.” You were close to drunken and embarrassed tears. “And-and I know we’re just friends, and you date models and shit, but I fucking love you.” Your eyes focused on the picture board above your dresser, where there was a rather sweet picture of you and Roy on the pitch at Nelson Road. “I love you.”

“Fuck, I-” Roy cleared his throat. “I gotta fucking go.”

He hung up. He hung up. Roy fucking hung up on you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed, the tiny part of your brain that was sober realizing what you’d just done. You tried to call Roy back, but he sent you to voicemail.

With a groan, you laid back on the bed, more miserable than you’d ever been in your entire life. You’d done it- you’d ruined your friendship with Roy Kent. Your favorite person in the world. He’d never talk to you again. He’d never look at you again. He’d probably have you banned from Nelson Road. He’d probably laugh with some gorgeous model in bed about how you actually thought you had a chance with Roy Kent. He’d probably-

Ding dong!

Okay, apparently he’d come back to your house to tell you to your face that he never wanted to see you again.

Stumbling more from panic than drunkenness, you made your way through the house as quickly as you could, banging your shoulder into a wall hard enough that you’d probably have a bruise the next morning. You finally managed to yank the door open to reveal Roy on your porch, his face crumbled as he took in your panicked expression.

“You love me?” he rasped, hands balled into fists by his side.

There was no point in lying to Roy Kent ever again. “Yes,” you admitted in your smallest voice. “I’m sorry, I know we’re just friends-”

His hands were cupping your face as he tugged you onto the porch. “Friends?” he repeated incredulously, a laugh escaping his lips. “We were never just friends, you drunk muppet.”

He brought your mouth to his, pressing the smallest, most tentative kiss to your lips; spurred by the realization that you finally had Roy Kent kissing you, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer. His beard tickled your face the way you’d always known it would, and when his tongue skimmed your bottom lip, you thought your heart was going to stop.

Roy pulled back with a smile, hands still grasping your face. He nodded behind him, gesturing to the still-waiting taxicab. “Should I go ahead and let him go?” His raised eyebrows begged you to say yes.

Emboldened by Roy’s kiss, you nodded, taking a step backwards and tugging him towards your open front door. “Think you better. You might be here awhile.”

Waving off the cab driver, Roy reattached his lips to yours, humming with delight as you pulled him inside.

[buckyswintersoldiermask]

The Letter

Bucky Barnes x reader

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Summary: You find a letter that Bucky has kept from a girl from his past, you leave once you find the letter. Bucky finds you and explains himself.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: angsty and fluff, mention of PTSD.

A/N: these dates might be off and if they are that’s my fault. (Felt the gif was a good fit) I thought of this months ago but never posted it. I’ll be honest this isn’t my best work :/

(y/m/n): your mothers name

1943

“Mary, I have to go fight in the war.”

James Buchanan Barnes was going to war. Leaving his beloved friend, Mary. Knowing there was a possibility she’d never see him again she wrote him a letter.

Bucky was getting ready to go into the building which would deem him war ready. He stood there hand in hand with Mary.

“Here.” She places a letter in his hand. Bucky looks at the letter and goes to open it. “No not yet. It’s for when you miss home.” Mary hugs him one last time.

“You better not be stuck on Robert still by the time I get back!” Bucky calls out walking away.

“But he’s such a dreamboat, Bucky.”

“Bye Mary.”

“Bye Sarge.”

1944/1945

Weeks went as Steve continued to play “Captain America” show after show and Colonel still didn’t give him a chance. After talking with Peggy, Steve finds out that Bucky and his regiment went up against Schmidt and only 50 came back alive. Steve and Peggy rush to Colonel Phillips and he gives him his condolences.

He decides that the colonel’s decision isn’t good enough for him. Steve infiltrates Hydra and rescues all the men captured, including Bucky. He finds him strapped to a table repeating his Sergeant number.

“It’s me”

“Steve?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were smaller.”

Steve and the men make it back to camp, celebrating their win. He was out drinking with some of the men he saved from being captured, asking them to go back to fight. They all agreed to fight with him.

“How about you? You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Heck, no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight, I’m following him.” Bucky replies, “But, you’re keeping the outfit right?”

“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.”

Steve digs in his pocket and takes out a wrinkled piece of paper. Bucky could recognize that paper anywhere. “I picked this up off the table, thought you might like it back.” Steve hands Bucky the paper and Bucky opens it, seeing some of the words are faded.

2024

You have been with Bucky for about 2 years. If you can say that’s 2 years. You became friends with him in 2017, and stayed with him in Wakanda. You started dating in 2018, and then you were both blipped when Thanos won. Now you’re back together, happy.

You were cleaning around your bedroom when you came across a piece of paper on your dresser. It isn’t normally there so it caught your attention. You opened it to see it’s a letter:

Dear Bucky,

We’ve been friends for quite some time. I wish you didn’t have to go but I know you have to serve our country. I’ll always be your friend and I’ll be here waiting for you when you come back. But I need to tell you something, I love you Bucky and I always have. So come back to me.

Love, Mary

‘Who’s Mary?’ ‘How old is this letter?’ ‘Why does he still have it?’ Not knowing any of those answers you started to pack a bag. Bucky had left just an hour ago to go to the store. You decided the best place to go was to your mothers house.

Why would he keep an old letter from a girl? Did he not love you the way you thought he did? Your head swarmed with thoughts as you ran out the house. You bought a bus ticket and rode it all the way your mothers house.

Bucky came home from the store to an empty house. He searched every room and no sign of you. You were always at home on Thursday evenings, waiting for him with the groceries. Worried about where you are, he left you multiple texts and calls.

Doll, where are you?

Are you okay?

(y/n) please call me.

You ignored his texts as you stayed at your mother’s house wondering where you went wrong. As you ignored his texts Bucky got extremely worried. Did something happen to you? Bucky contemplates what to do, that’s when he stumbles upon the open letter of paper from Mary and some thrown clothes on your shared bed.

Oh crap, Bucky thought.

He yanks his phone out of his pocket and calls a couple of your friends and gets nothing. Then he calls your mother, her being his last resort.

“Hey, Miss (y/m/n), have you talked to (y/n) today?”

“Hi Bucky, she’s in my living room right now.” Bucky sighs in relief knowing you’re okay.

“She was gone when I came home and I just got so worried.”

“Did something happen between the two of you?”

“I think she saw an old letter and decided to leave.”

“It was an old letter from the past, right?”

“Yeah it was, I’m on my way.”

After that call, Bucky grabbed his keys and the letter and headed to your mother’s house. Your mom loved Bucky despite his history. She’s always asking you when he’s going to be her son-in-law. It’s almost like she loves him more than you. Once she heard both sides of the story she understood where both of you were coming from. You needed to talk it out.

“(y/n), I think you’re misunderstanding this.” Your mom says setting a cup of tea down in front of you.

“But how? Why would he keep a letter from this girl from his past?” You question, not knowing the answer yourself.

“Honey, Bucky has been through a lot, everything in his life from his past that he once had, is gone, maybe he’s just trying to hold on to that little piece he has left.”

She’s not wrong. Everything from Bucky’s past is gone, except his PTSD and dog tags. He doesn’t have Steve, he doesn’t have a war to fight. That’s all he done for years.

“You think I should’ve heard him out before leaving?” You ask, looking at your mother waiting for more words of wisdom.

She smiles grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in her lap, “You will, I’m sure he’s on his way now. (y/n), Bucky loves you without a doubt. You should listen to what he has to say.”

You sat around talking to your mother catching up with her, you learned that she had done some renovations to the house and that she has been waiting for you and Bucky to visit. But on better terms. You were taking your cups to the kitchen when you heard the doorbell.

“I’ll be in the backyard.” You say, walking to the back door. Once you were out of view, your mother opened the door and there stood Bucky.

“Hi ms. (y/m/n).” Bucky says, smiling at your mother despite the situation.

“Oh, Bucky, come in.” Your mother ushers Bucky inside and he gets a glimpse of your things. “She’s in the backyard.” Bucky thanks her and makes his way to the backyard. He puts his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the letter. As he walked outside, his eyes immediately found you.

He walks over to you, keeping his space so he doesn’t upset you. “(y/n).”

“Do you love me?” You blurt out staring into his eyes. He was shocked you’d ever ask him that. Of course he loved you, he didn’t just love you, he was in love with you, he adored you.

“Wha- Of course, I love you.”

“Then why do you keep that letter from your girlfriend in the forties, Bucky, huh?” Bucky sighs, taking out the letter, handing it to you.

“Mary was my friend, she gave me this letter right before I went to war, told me to read it when I missed home. Yes I know there’s no war now, but Mary, she’s a part of what I can remember before HYDRA.”

“She’s a reminder of who I was, who James Bucky Barnes was. I know I should throw it out, but this little letter is all I have left.” Bucky confesses, watching your hands has you hold the letter.

“I’m sorry.” You utter, gazing into Bucky’s eyes.

“No, doll-”

“I need to apologize to you, I should’ve just talked to you about it instead of just leaving.” Bucky comes closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“I should’ve opened up to you about this.”

“Its okay. And I know I’m not any of your buddies, but I know who James Bucky Barnes is.” Bucky smiles resting his hands on your hips, “Is that right?”

“James Bucky Barnes is my 106 year old super soldier that I love dearly. He’s the kindest, loving, caring, strongest, sassiest, grumpiest, and handsomest man I’ve ever met.” You lean in and give Bucky a long apology kiss.

“Are you two staying for dinner?” Your mother called out from the backdoor, making you and Bucky break away.

“Mom!” You groan, amusing Bucky.

“We’d love to stay ms. (y/m/n)!”

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