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toasttt11 · 8 months

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secrets out

Jan 5, 2024

Carter rested her head against the plane wall with her headphones on excited for this weekend. The plane landed and the team all started grabbing their extra big bags as this was the second game of their seven game road trip meaning being away from home for almost two weeks.

The players all loaded their suitcases and duffle bags on the bus storage before getting onto the bus, Carter leaned against the window watching the city of New Jersey as they drove the the Devils Arena having a practice scheduled right after their flight.

The Canucks team all walked through the Devils halls helping the equipment mangers bring the equipment to the locker room, the team all got on the practice equipment heading out to the ice where the last few remaining Blackhawks players were getting off after their practice, Carter smiled seeing Connor standing near the end of a hallway and gesturing his head, she looked around her before quickly walking to Connor and around the corner at the end of a hallway where no was.

Carter quickly wrapped her arms around Connor relaxing against him, Connor smiled holding his girl in his arms again, “Hello my love.” Connor pressed multiple soft kisses to her side of her head.

“Con.” Carter whispered out in relief enjoying the few moments she has with her boyfriend and best friend.

“I’ve got to go but i’ll see you more tonight i promise.” Carter cupped his face pressing a gently kiss to his lips before reluctantly pulling away and kissing his cheek.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Connor softly asked, knowing Carter wanted to come but he didn’t know if she got tickets.

“Yeah, Quinn and I are going. I love you.” Carter pressed another kiss to his cheek before reluctantly pulling herself out of his arms.

“I love you too Roo.” Connor fondly smiled as he watched her jog away down the hallway towards the ice.

Carter quickly got on the ice elbowing her smirking brother as she skated by and joined the practice for the next hour.

The team all headed back to the hotel after the practice, Cole and Carter were sharing a room like always and Cole knew Carter had to leave so he let her shower first, Carter quickly showered and got out. She did some very light make up and scrunched some curl cream into her hair to keep her curls intake not having time to make them perfect with her curl routine. She slipped on a pair of blue jeans, a white long sleeve shirt and slipped her black leather jacket over it and put on her red converses. She slid her phone, wallet and her lip products into her jacket pocket before heading out of the bathroom.

“Thank you!” Carter grinned at her best friend.

Cole just smiled shrugging, “Go watch your boy!” He smirked as Carter threw a pillow after him.

“Dick!” Carter called after him hearing Cole’s laugh through the bathroom door.

Carter headed out of room heading down to the hotel lobby seeing Quinn sitting on one of the coaches on his phone, wearing back cargo pants, a white shirt with a black crew neck, and red converse.

Carter sat down next to him hitting his foot with hers, “Matching me?” Carter smirked at her big brother.

Quinn just chuckled knowing Carter always wears something red for Devils games for Jack and now also Luke, “Maybe.” He simply grinned standing up getting a text she was here.

Carter got up with him following him out of the hotel to the valet in the front of the hotel seeing Jack’s car and quickly hoped in, Carter stole the passnger seat and Quinn sat in the back seat.

Carter leaned over kissing her cheek, “Hi Mom.” Carter smiled at her.

“Hello my loves.” Ellen smiled at her two kids in the car. Ellen haven spent a few days with her two boys and Jack and Luke caught a ride with Nico so Ellen could pick up Carter and Quinn.

Carter and Quinn caught up with there mom even thought they really did just see her for Christmas a few weeks ago.

The pulled into the parking garage of the Devils Arena and headed inside, the three sat together in a Devils suite that Jack and Luke insisted they sit in.

They got into their seats a few minutes before the teams got on the ice for warmups.

The teams started coming onto the ice, Connor who Carter told where she was sitting looked around and found sent her a wave making her smile softly and wave back. Ellen raised an eyebrow at that having seeing her daughter has this look before and truthfully she hasn’t seen Connor and Carter together often maybe once or twice a few years ago.

Jack and Luke came onto the ice and both sent waves to their family before focusing on warming up.

Carter was sitting between her mom and Quinn during the game, She was trying not to cheeer for Connor as he skated down the ice with the puck when Brenda Smith hit Connor in the face, Carter inhaled sharply seeing Connor hold his face and immediately get led down to the tunnel.

Quinn eyes widen in worry for Connor, he felt Carter grip his arm tightly as she stared at the ice. Quinn brought his other hand holding her hand, “He’ll be okay Cart.” Quinn hoped that he was right.

Ellen frowned having a feeling Connor means more to Carter than she originally thought but she brought a hand to Carter’s back gently rubbing it seeing Carter super tense.

The first period continued and Carter was still sitting tensely trying to see if Connor would come out for the second period, She felt her stomach drop when she saw Connor not returning to the bench with the rest of the team.

A throat was cleared next to them and Quinn and Ellen looked up seeing a women who looks like she’s a Blackhawks worker, “Hi i’m part of the medical staff for the blackhawks and Connor is asking for Carter.” She smiled softly seeing Carters head snap towards her when she mentioned Connor.

Carter looked towards Quinn, Quinn nodded, “Go check on him.” Quinn smiled and Carter quickly got up following the worker.

“They’re not just friends are they?” Ellen realized looking at her son who just smiled and shrugged at her.

Carter felt like the walk to the Blackhawks medical room room forever but when she got in there she saw the medical team and Connor laying on the bed with an ice pack on his jaw, Carter quickly walked into the room holding Connor’s hand grabbing his attention.

Connor eyes soften staring at his worried girlfriend, he squeezed her hand back.

“He can’t be talking yet, not untill we confirm for sure what is wrong with him.” One of the doctors explained to Carter, Carter nodded.

“And what is it that your think is injured.” Carter questioned not looking away from Connor.

“We’re hopping it’s not correct but it’s seems he broke something in his jaw and will most likely need to have it fixed by surgery.” The doctors explained. Carter took a deep breath and nodded.

“We’ve gave him some pain meds so he should be good, but we’ve just got another player we need to go look at.” The team of doctors excused themselves, leaving the room with Carter and Connor the only ones still in there.

Carter sat on the chair next to the bed with Connor’s eyes following her, she brought their connected hands to her lips pressing multiple kisses to his hand, “I’m sorry.” Carter knew how much it hurts and sucks to get injury ecspecially in your Rookie year.

Connor squeezed her hand back, Carter gently brushed her hand through his hair.

“Do you want me to text your mom?” Carter knew how much she must be worrying right now, Connor blinked slowly and Carter knew that was a yes, she kept her hand intertwined with Connor but used her other hand to pull out her phone and quickly texted Melanie to let her know Connor is okay, injured but okay.

Carter was about to slip her phone back in her pocket when Connor squeezed her hand and gestured to her phone, she handed it to watching Connor pull up notes, “You look very pretty :)” Connor typed it out and turned the screen more to her, Carter let out a breathless chuckle, “Connor Bedard only you would find a way to compliment me while injured.” Carter pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Connor wasn’t supposed to be moving his jaw at all, so he couldn’t smile which was incredibly difficult in the presence of his best friend and girlfriend, “What! I love you it’s easy.” Connor typed back.

Carter just smiled shaking her head fondly at her boyfriend.

“Do you need me to come with you?” Carter soflty asked because hockey wasn’t even close of importance when it came to Connor, she would miss as many games as she’s needed to be there for him.

“No, you’re not missing any games. Don’t worry i’ll be fine and bedsides you know my mom she will be on the first flight to Chicago, I’ll be okay.” Connor typed into the notes.

Carter slowly let out a breath nodding as she read the text, “Okay fine, i won’t miss any games but if you need me all you have to do is ask okay.”

“I know baby, I love you.” Connor typed on her phone once more. Carter smiled soflty, “I love you too Connie.”

Connor handed the phone back to her, Carter slipped it into her pocket and rested her chin on Connor’s stomach just taking the short time they have to together to look at him.

They heard the buzzer go off for the end of the game a few minutes and knew it was time to say their goodbyes, Carter stood up leaning over resting her forehead very light against Connor’s.

“I’ll see you soon.” Carter whispered feeling her throat tighten with emotion always hating saying goodbye to Connor. Connor squeezed her hand three more times before reluctantly letting her hand go.

Carter pressed one more kiss to his forehead before standing up and walking to the door with Connor watching her leave.

Carter shut the door behind her not in the best mood, she looked up seeing a worrier Ellen and Quinn by the Devils medical, she felt her heart drop again, she walked over quickly, “Who got hurt?”

Quinn and Ellen quickly looked over at Carter, “Jack, something with his upper body they don’t know yet.” Quinn answered, Carter frowned.

Jack seemed upset when he came out of the medical room, “I’m not playing tomorrow.”

“Oh Jack.” Ellen frowned pulling him into a gently hug being cautious of the sling and his injury.

Jack had a permanent frown on his face, Carter grabbed his hand gently squeezing it, “I’m sorry.” Carter frowned knowing how much Jack loves being able to play against Quinn and her.

Jack nodded soflty squeezing her hand back.

Luke and Nico walked over to the Medical hall seeing the four standing outside.

Luke quickly into walked over pulling Carter into a hug holding her tightly, “Hi.” He breathed out a sigh holding his baby sister.

“Hi Lu.” Carter mumbled back not realizing how much she needed this hug, Luke pulled back and quickly hugged Quinn, Quinn and Luke hugged each other tightly.

“Hey Nico.” Carter soflty smiled at him. Nico smiled at her pulling her into a gently hug, “Hello Carter.”

“You ready to go bud?” Nico looked towards Jack who nodded, they all walked out together to the parking garage saying their goodbyes before Nico, Jack and Luke got into one car and Ellen, Carter and Quinn got in the other.

Ellen dropped them off at the hotel saying her good nights before driving off, Quinn and Carter walked through the hotel to their hotel room.

Quinn pulled his sister into a hug knowing they both could use on, “How was he?” Quinn asked not being able to before.

“They think he broke his jaw.” Carter simply answered upset for Connor and Jack.

“Shit.” Quinn cursed knowing that’s not good, “Try to get some sleep please and my doors always open you know this.” Quinn pressed a kiss to her head as she nodded at him and turned walking into the hotel room seeing Cole fast asleep in his bed.

Carter quietly grabbed her pajamas and toiletries and headed to the bathroom, she did her skin care and changed into Connor’s grey sweatpants and black lululemon long sleeve, she headed out of the bathroom. She plugged her charger into the wall and plugged her phone in and slid into bed.

Jan 6, 2023

Carter tosssed and turned most the night to worried to get any good sleep. She stopped trying after four in the morning and spent a few hours on her phone before Cole woke up and they had to get breakfast with the team.

She heard Cole waking up and grabbing his phone, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom and did her morning skincare, she threw her messy hair into a bun and headed back into the room.

“Morning.” Cole nodded at Carter who nodded in reply not offending Cole as he knows Carter isn’t a morning person or a talker until she had coffee.

Cole headed into the bathroom and quickly got ready as Carter put on her ugg slippers and scrolled on her phone until Cole was ready.

Cole came out of the bathroom and the two walked out of the room to the breakfast area, they saw most of their team all spread out across the large room but saw Quinn, Elias and Brock at one table with open seats.

Cole and Carter walked through the buffet grabbing their foods, Carter just grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and put a bunch of fruit on the top but what she really wanted was coffee, she grab the biggest mug they had and filled it to the top with black coffee to tired to even care to want a flavor or sweetness in it.

Cole and Carter walked over to Quinn, Elias’s and Brock. Carter slid into the booth next to a Quinn and Cole sliding in next to her. Carter immediately started drinking her coffee quickly making Brock laugh fondly use to Carter needing coffee.

Quinn frowned looking at his sister being to easily tell she didn’t get a goodnight sleep seeing the hunch in her posture and the dark enough eye bags you wouldn’t be able to see if you didn’t know her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Quinn whispered to his sister, Carter looked over to Quinn shaking her head softly, “Why don’t we go take a nap before we have to leave and get you a few hours go sleep?”

Quinn knew Carter has always had a extremely hard time falling asleep and staying asleep, most times she can only sleep is when she’s around people she very comfortably, Connor and Carter has started face-timing when she moved to Vancouver and she ended up sleeping great with him over facetime. Carter also figured out she sleep well with her dog next to her.

Carter softly nodded starting to eat her oatmeal.

Carter was silent throughout the breakfast and silently walked with Quinn away from their teammates and heading to her hotel room.

Quinn walked in slipping his shoes off and lying in her bed, “Come on.” Carter slipped off her slippers putting her phone on the nightstand and slid into the spot next to her brother, she rested her head against his side and Quinn gently rubbing her back, she could feel herself slowly falling asleep and her eyes falling shut.

Carter slowly woke up to Quinn waking her, she grumbled burying her head into the bed, “Cmon Cart, it’s been a good few hours we are leaving in less than an hour.” Quinn slid out of the bed once he knew she was awake and headed out of her hotel room to his.

Carter rubbed her eyes to wake up and yawned, She got out of bed grabbing her outfit for the game. She headed to the bathroom seeing Cole chilling in his suit already sitting on the bed.

Carter washed her face and brushed her teeth to wake herself up, before taking her hair out of the even messier bun fixing it so it can be down for before the game.

She put on a pair of black trousers, while long sleeve thermal and green v neck sweater with black pointed toe heeled boots, she slipped off most of her jewelry expect her two necklaces that she still plays with them on.

Carter sat on the bed pulling out phone responding to Connor for a good while till she had to leave.

Carter grabbed her wired headphones and walked out of the room with Cole, they walked down to the lobby where there was a small Cafe and they could see a lot of their teammates getting something warm to drink.

Carter and Cole walked over to the line and waited in the line, Carter order a hot vanilla oat latte, she quickly grabbed her drink sighing when she took a sip, they walked back into the lobby seeing almost all of the team waiting there to get onto the bus.

They all headed onto the bus, Carter slid into a row slipping on her headphones and playing her playlist while drinking in her coffee, she felt someone sit next to her and looked over seeing Demko who flashed a smile, she smiled back before turning her head back to the window.

The bus pulled into the Devils Arena, and the team all started getting out of the bus, Carter walked out of the bus and down the hallways to the locker room. She threw her coffee into the trash, shutting off her music and shutting her phone off and putting it her stall.

Carter warmed up before the game and before she knew she was on the ice.

The Canucks won 6-4 againt the Devils, Carter having a goal and an assist as well as getting in a fight against Brenden Smith on the ice, Carter may have gave him a bloody nose and knocked him to the ground, she was a angry about the hit on Connor even if it was a clean hit.

Carter and Quinn talked to all their family and friends that came for the game for a good while before they had to go back to the hotel.

Carter slipped into her hotel room quickly changing and slipping into bed and texting Connor before slowly falling asleep.

January 7, 2024

The Canucks players had a free day, no practice and no game so they were free to do whatever they wanted for the day.

Carter woke up earlier knowing her parents were coming to pick up Quinn and her for the day. She slipped out of bed and got ready in the bathroom, deciding to keep on Connor’s grey sweatpants and throw on a creme quarter zip, and slipped a pair of socks on and then put her slippers on, she threw her hair into a messy bun and headed out of the bathroom.

She grabbed her phone and headed out of the room quietly seeing Cole still fast asleep, she headed down to the breakfasts and grabbed oatmeal again and a big mug of coffee, she started eating when Quinn sat down in front of her with his food.

“Morning Cart.” Quinn smiled soflty at his sister.

“Morning.” Carter grumbled drinking her coffee, Quinn just chuckled at her.

Quinn and Carter got rid of their dishes and headed out to the hotel lobby seeing Jack’s car outside, they quickly walked to the car feeling the cold falling snow on them. Quinn opened the door letting Carter in first before getting in behind her shutting the car.

“Hello Loves.” Ellen turned around in her seat to smile at her kids, missing the days she saw them everyday.

“Hi mom.” Carter and Quinn spoke in unison.

“Hi dad.” Carter smiled at her dad in the drivers seat getting a smile through the mirror. The drive was mostly comfort silence as they drove to Jack and Luke’s apartment.

The four got out of the car and headed up to the apartment, they walked into the apartment seeing Jack and Luke talking to each other at the couch, they both looked up seeing their family walk in.

Carter slipped off her slippers and walked to the couch sitting next to Luke and sliding under his blanket, Luke just laughed putting an arm around his sister. Quinn walked over sitting between Carter and Jack.

Ellen and Jim sat at the other end of the couch next to each other. They ended up all just catching up on each other’s lives.

Carter looked at her family all talking to each other and knew she needed to tell them, she grabbed Quinn’s hand, “I’m seeing someone.” Carter blurted out to her family, the room went silent as they all turned to Carter who was fidgeting with Quinn’s hand.

“How long has this been going on.” Ellen soflty smiled at her youngest having a feeling she was right yesterday.

“She’s been in love with him for over four years.” Quinn chuckled at his sister, not realizing how guilty Jack and Luke felt hearing that.

“Quinn!” Carter hissed with a blushing face just making Quinn laugh knowing he always enjoys teasing his sister.

“We started dating officially almost a month ago.” Carter responded to her mom’s question.

“Do we know him?” Jim questioned not sure how to feel that his little girl isn’t so little anymore.

“Uh Yeah, Um Connor, Connor Bedard we played together at Regina.” Carter smiled softly at the question, making her parents share a look seeing how in love she looks just by talking about him.

“How come you never told us about him before?” Jack questioned, feeling terrible his sister has a crush for years and he never knew, he’s not saying she should tell him, he’s her brother he should figure this stuff out, like he’s sure Quinn did.

“Ah, honestly i’ve talked about him as my friend, but um i was trying to figure my feelings all out.” Carter truthfully spoke not trying to keep anything from her family but her feelings and the relationship with Connor before they got together was complicated and was painful she didn’t really want to talk about it a lot.

“When can we meet him as your boyfriend.” Luke squeezed her shoulder, going to try to pay more attention to her life feeling guilty he never knew.

“I was planning this weekend but he had to get back to Chicago early.” Carter spoke fiddling with Quinn’s fiddling with his hand still as she is still nervous about Connor upcoming surgery tomorrow.

“OH MY GOD!” Jack shouted, “That’s who you went to visit during the summer!” Jack has been trying to figure out what friend she was visiting in Chicago.

“Yes.” Carter softly nodded.

“Please why do you think she went to Seattle a few weeks ago.” Quinn smirked honestly enjoying this.

“You went to Seattle!” Ellen was surprised having not know her daughter went on a little trip.

“Just for two nights when uh the blackhawks we’re playing there.” Carter just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Eww, you slept in the same bed as a boy!” Jack dramatically groaned making his family chuckle at him.

“Do you also want to know that we use to be roommates for road trips?” Cater smirked mischievously at her brother making Luke and Quinn snicker.

“EW!” Jack groaned in disgust, not even wanting her to sleep in the same room as a boy. The family just shook their heads at his dramatics.

“Does he treat you alright?” Ellen soflty questioned kinda sad that she wasn’t there to see her daughter experiencing her first crush.

“Yeah, he’s treats me perfectly.” Carter smiled nodding.

“Perfectly is an understatement, Con is head over heels for Cart, he sends her flowers multiple times a week.” Quinn smirked, Quinn also the one of the two people that knows everything of Carter and Connor’s relationship.

“Wait! those flowers were from him?” Luke questioned remembering the flowers Carter had a few weeks ago when they played against each other in Vancouver.

“Yeah.” Carter nodded with a blush across her cheeks.

“Well as long as you’re happy, we’re happy.” Ellen smiled at her daughter. Carter let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “Now do you have any pictures?” Ellen grinned at her daughter and Carter smiled happily and got off the couch walking over plopping down next to her mom pulling out her phone to show her mother a lot of pictures.

Jim looked over at his eldest, “Does he treat her right?” Jim needed to make sure seeing how happy she was talking about him.

Quinn nodded, fondly smiling as Connor had became someone Quinn thinks of a younger sibling over the years, “Oh definitely. Connor treats Carter perfectly there would be no better for her.” Quinn reassured his father and brother.

“Good.” Jack nodded looking serious.

“Connor is exactly what Carter needs, it took awhile but they finally got together.” Quinn fondly rolled his eyes remembering all the time they were so obviously in love but not together.

Carter showed her mother many of the photos her and Connor have taken together and Ellen could see how much the two love each other in the photos it was obvious.

Carter was relived to tell her family about her relationship and they all took to well.

They spent the rest of the day all catching up and having a dinner before letting Quinn and Carter go back to their hotel and Jack, Luke, Ellen and Jim will see them tomorrow as the four are going to the Canucks game againt the Islanders to watch Carter and Quinn play.

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luvryeo · 2 years

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✧ too tired — kang yeosang

afab!reader , gn!reader , smut & fluff , cw : very light sub/dom themes but it's really just yeosang taking care of reader who's sleepy (and horny) as hell, fingering, clit play, light praise , wc : 1.3K , MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI — also my first time writing smut so uhhhh lmk if it doesn't (or does) suck LOL

you're tired. normally, when you're tired, you go to sleep.

but you happen to be oh so horny. and normally, when you're oh so horny, you take care of yourself. but the knowledge that yeosang, for once, is just a room away in the shower and will come to fall asleep with you any minute is keeping your hands outside of your sweats, rather than stuck inside your panties.

so, you play the waiting game, wherein each moment curled up in bed alone causes your panties to grow just a little stickier and your clit to beg more and more to be touched, it's throbbing driving you nearly insane. you're just too tired to do anything but rest your hand over your covered cunt and let out a quiet whine.

by some miracle, you survive until the door cracks open, letting a sliver of light stream into your darkened room.

“baby?” his voice sends a mountain of different feelings through you, mostly want in all its different forms. you want him close, holding you tight and lulling you into sweet dreams. but first, you want his fingers, you want him to tug down your pajama pants and gently slide his hand into your underwear to rub your clit and let you cum then let you fall asleep in his arms.

but you don’t say a word, only letting out a soft grunt to let him know you’re tucked away in the bed.

the way he slips in behind you causes the odd feeling of both relief and increasing desperation. his bare arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close and drawing a soft whine from your lips.

“mmm, what’s wrong, love?” he whispers in your ear.

you’re both shameless and bashful in your sleepy state, ready to beg him for relief. “please, sangie. i’m so tired, but i need you, please.”

unbeknownst to you, his face flushes at your words, but you’re just so endearing and sweet he doesn’t care. he just can’t tell whether to oblige you to tease you.

“i’m right here,” he hushes, still not really sure if you want him in you or if you’re just tired and need him to hold you.

“no, sang, i need your fingers, please.” the way your voice is so breathy and quiet has him going insane, and god, he just thinks it’s too cute.

“yeah, baby?”

you just nod, wiggling your hips due to the uncomfort between your legs.

“you’re so sleepy aren’t you?” he says, mostly to himself. “i’ve got you.” and with that he lets his hand wander to meet yours, where it still presses against your clothed core. “move your hand for me,” he tells you softly. normally he’s not too talkative, but he knows that in your tired state, you need just a bit more guidance and reassurance than usual. he’s missed you so much, and he’s more than happy to give you exactly what you want.

you oblige and move your hand, and immediately whine at the feeling of his hand where yours once was. he almost coos at you, fully aware of what a mess you’ll become within seconds of his hand inside your pants.

“please,” you whisper.

“i know, i know,” he reasures. “i’m here. i’ll make you feel good, i promise.” so he removes his hand and grabs your hips, shifting your position so you lay in between his legs, your back resting on his shirtless chest. his fingers are cold when they slip under your tank top and hit the skin of your midriff, but you couldn’t care less, because the next second his hand has climbed under your pants. he caresses your thigh lightly and kisses your neck sweetly, and you sigh at his touch. before you can beg him again to put his fingers where you really need them, he begins to trace along your slit over your underwear. he can feel you relax into him as he notes the wet spot of your panties and the shudder that runs through your body when he brushes past your clit. gently, he spends several moments just rubbing you softly through the wet cloth, taking in the quiet, desperate huffs of breath you let out.

“gonna take these off you,” he warns before removing his hand and helping you pull your pants and underwear all the way off your legs. you squirm as the cold air hits your cunt, unable to wait for the feeling of his hand over you. “shhhh, love.”

he doesn’t make you wait long, letting his fingers gather some of the wetness of your core while his other hand roams your upper body under your shirt. he rubs the wetness into your clit and you sigh in utter relief. it only takes seconds for quiet whines to come tumbling out of your mouth, and his lips meet the skin of your neck and shoulder once again. he basks in the way the tight circles he rubs over your swollen bud brings out a babble of his name mixed with incoherent moans.

even better are the tears that appear in your droopy eyes when he works a long digit inside your pussy. you cry out at the feeling and the moment he adds a second finger, the tears are spilling out onto your cheeks and quiet sobs escape your throat.

“oh, you pretty thing, i know, i know,” he comforts, the heel of his hand still hitting your clit as he works his fingers inside your pussy. the sounds of your cunt are audible even over your cries.

“wanna cum,” you beg as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“i know, baby. you can cum whenever you want. such a good little thing for me, aren’t you?”

you whine loudly, nodding desperately for approval. when he moves his other hand to rub harder on your clit, it’s everything you need to let go. the tears fall harder as your back arches. your thighs tremble and the walls of your pussy flutter then clench around yeosang’s fingers as he guides you through your orgasm. finally, you slump against him and your cum leaks out around his fingers as he stills the movements in your wetness. you shudder when he gently pulls his fingers out of you.

“there you go,” he praises. haphazardly, he wipes off his shining fingers and shifts your bodies again so he can get up.

“don’t go,” you whisper hoarsely, missing his warmth already.

“i’ll be right back, gotta get you cleaned up and then you can fall asleep, okay? stay with me until then, yeah?”

“mhmm…what about you, sang?”

“shh, i'll take care of myself, okay? just be patient,” he reassures.

you try your best to head yeosang’s instructions, but you must have failed, for you wake up to the gentle touch of a warm, slightly damp towel between your legs.

you make the attempt to mumble something, maybe an apology for falling asleep, but yeosang just hushes you and brushes a hand over your head. he tosses the towel in the laundry once done and pulls a new pair of sweatpants up your legs, then climbs in bed. pulling you close, he tilts your head up to wipe the dried tears from your face with your favorite face rag. his touch is as gentle as ever, lulling you into a state of half-conscious bliss.

finally, you’re all warm and clean to his satisfaction, so he plants a kiss to your lips and tucks your head into his chest.

“thank you, love,” you whisper.

“of course. good night, babe,” you can hear the tiredness mixed with the tender love he feels within his deep voice and smile into his chest.

“good night, sang.”

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pinkanonwrites · 2 years

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Bath Time

I know I have a lot of requests waiting, but sometimes you’ve just gotta write what you’re feeling in your heart. And bathtime Azul smut is what I’ve been feeling the past couple of days, so I hope you all enjoy!

AFAB!Reader, sharing a bath, feeding & alcohol (minor mentions), handjobs, soft dom reader, sub Azul

NSFW Below the cut!

"So, how was the event?"

Azul hadn't realized he'd begun to fall asleep in the bath until your voice jolted him back to the land of the waking, the soft click of the latch signaling your entrance from behind the drawn shower curtain. Certainly he hadn't intended to doze off, far from it. But the Lounge had been firing on all cylinders for weeks, making absolutely certain all staff were prepared to host the incredibly reputable (and profitable) wedding that took place that afternoon.

And though it felt like a thousand different things were going wrong behind the scenes, leaving Azul feeling quite a bit like he were about to tear in two, the happy couple were delighted by the final product. The wedding party was even so kind as to not endlessly linger around the bar as the evening rolled in, leaving enough time for Azul to close up, double-check the ledger, and make it home to slip into a hot bath just before the clock struck 11PM.

“For lack of a better word? Eventful.”

You chuckled at his response, and Azul could hear you quietly clinking something around from behind the curtain. You hadn’t been able to join him at the Lounge, plans of your own keeping you tied up until the early evening. He had assured you needn’t wait up for him, as he couldn’t possibly know what time he would actually get home. He also should have known you would not heed this advice. There was more shuffling from beyond the curtain, rustling and the sounds of fabric hitting the tile floor. Before he could think to ask you what scheme you were up to this time, the curtain drew open with a soft swish.

He found his gaze level with your knees, sweeping upwards across the plush expanse of your thigh and settling, with a hot streak of embarrassment, at the thatch of thick, dark hair coiled between your legs. Azul found himself overset by a pang of desire at the image, strong enough to cut through the exhaustion and serving only to further that feeling of embarrassment. Gaze sweeping higher over your soft stomach, bare breasts with nipples pebbled from the cool air, the sloped expanse of your neck to settle on the pleased and oh-so-slightly coy expression on your face. In one hand you were balancing a crystal bowl of sliced strawberries. In the other, two bubbling flutes of champagne. Whatever words were about to leave his mouth, he quickly lost when faced with your image. You simply chuckled again at his dazed expression, motioning with your head for him to move over.

“Scoot up, unless you don’t feel like sharing a bath tonight?”

“...Ah? A-Ah! Of course, love. Thank you.”

You stepped gently into the bubbly water, sinking to rest behind him. His back pressed to your soft chest, the both of you leaning against the sloped back of the clawfoot tub. Wordlessly you handed him a flute of champagne, waiting until he took a sip before offering him a slice of strawberry between two pinched fingers.

“Say ‘Aah.~’” You cooed, causing a hot flush of… of something to burn across his face. Something in between humiliation and arousal, if he had to guess.

“It’s almost as if you enjoy embarrassing me. I’m hardly incapable of eating a strawberry of my own accord, you know.”

“Oh, hush. Just let me spoil you.” You tutted, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear as a reward when he finally ate the strawberry from your waiting fingers. “Especially after you worked so hard today.” You had balanced the bowl precariously on the side of the tub, one hand holding your champagne while the other rubbed Azul’s bare shoulder, humming at the tension you found there.

“It’s hardly, mmh… Hardly outside of my capabilities.” It was so easy for him to lose himself in the warmth of your exploring hand, sliding slowly down the length of his arm, then back up with the same languid pace. Eyes fluttering shut, he would sluggishly open his mouth each time he felt the press of a cool strawberry against his lips, the lingering sweetness on his tongue pairing with the bubble of the champagne.

“That’s my good boy.~ Let me take care of you for a change.”

The clink of glass on porcelain must’ve meant you set down your champagne glass as well, and the thought was quickly confirmed by another wandering hand trailing up and down Azul’s slick skin. Both of your hands dipped in unison beneath the bubbly water to caress his thighs, thumbs rubbing along the inner crease where they met his hips and sending heat rushing to his head and his cock. Your teasing fingertips only served to stir further interest, his length quickly filling and rising to attention, eager for your direct touch.

“Well hello there.~” You murmured, clearly pleased. “And here I thought you were too tired.”

Azul could feel his cheeks burning. “You’re really quite the- aah!~” Whatever protestations he had in mind were quickly lost by the sensation of your hand closing around his cock, stroking him slow but firm as you pressed your lips the the slope of his neck. Languid but insistent, squeezing around the base with each stroke, coming all the way back up to caress his sensitive cockhead with playful fingertips before descending again. The sleepiness that had just begun to creep into the corners of his mind intermingled with the pleasure, leaving Azul feeling limp, floaty, and completely at the mercy of your touch.

You smeared the flat of your other palm over his head as you continued to stroke, making his body jerk and shudder as his hips moved of their own accord to buck into your warm hands. He bit back a curse as you fisted him in both hands, stroking him like you were trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from his tired body. All the while you teased his sensitive neck with your mouth and tongue, nibbling softly on his earlobe, murmuring sweet placations that he could barely consciously make out but certainly served to make him even more eager, more desperate for release. He was too tired, too delirious with pleasure to even stifle his usual noises, gasping openly with whimpers and little ‘oh, oh, oh!’s as you stroked him off. Heat curled deep in the pit of his belly, head lolled back against your shoulder as he let himself thrust unabashedly into your tight hands.

“Oh, oh please love, please!~”

“I’m not gonna stop you, honey. You purred, one hand slinking further down to cup and massage his balls, swollen and as desperate for release as the rest of him. “Whenever you’re ready. Just come for me, Azul.”

“Yes, please, yes!”

Sparks behind his eyes, the immediate rush of levin coursing through his body, down to his fingertips and the tips of his toes. He felt like his whole body was drawn taut, one foot thumping weakly against the far edge of the tub as he couldn’t help but thrust and stutter through your relentless, stroking grip. He’d surely be embarrassed by whatever sounds were escaping his lips once he came to, but for now there was nothing but the sensations of your hands, your lips, your soft chest pressed to his back as he spilled, and spilled, and spilled.

Finally, when the pleasure had just begun to eke over to pain, your hands trailed off of his softening length. He whimpered as you pressed another kiss to his ear, a content hum leaving you and rattling through his whole body. He felt fuzzy, distant, content. Like he’d been good for you. After what could have easily been minutes or eternity, he was able to croak out a mostly-coherent sentence.

“It’s going to… It’s going to get in the water.”

You laughed again, airy and light. “That’s fine, we can wash off with the showerhead in a bit. Besides, you spilled the rest of your champagne in it anyway, so we’ll have to wash off if we don’t want to smell like it.”

“Ah. So I… So I did. My mistake.”

You just fished the lost glass from his hand and set it next to your own, wrapping your arms around his middle and sighing into the crook of his neck, content. “You can make it up to me another time. But let’s just get to bed, okay? I’m sleepy.”

As jelly-limbed and wrung-out as he was, Azul couldn’t help but agree with you. The only thing that could possibly feel better than this would be coiling up with you amidst your silken sheets and soft, piled blankets. To him, that was certainly something worth staying up just a little bit longer for.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto imagines #azul ashengrotto smut #my writing #smut

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4:53 p.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

"Hey, what do you want for dinner?”

You weren’t able to see Kuroo with how you were sitting on the couch, knees bent blocking your view of him, but you could almost imagine his face when you stayed quiet staring at your phone.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, you could feel him shift on the couch to better look at you, and once again you didn’t answer. Eyes still locked onto whatever tik tok that was playing, even though you really weren’t paying attention. “Oh, I see, that’s fine.”

He quieted down after that, probably going back on his phone as well, just like the two of you had been doing for the past half hour.

“You can’t really be ignoring me.”

He spoke up after barely two minutes of silence, he was always really bad at giving you the silent treatment in return.

“Heyyy, look at me.”

As much as you wanted to look up at Kuroo’s whining, you were far too amused with the whole situation to do so. That was until your legs were pulled down over his lap forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re being mean.” He mumbled before pouting dramatically, bottom lip stuck out in the most ridiculous expression.

“I’m not mean.” Was all you said, staring at him for a second then turning back to your phone.

“Then stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are!” He huffed and leaned back into the couch. You almost broke at that, it was adorable. “Is it because I forgot to tell you I got out of class earlier?.”

“Maybe.” You said and when you looked up at him again he rolled his eyes.

“You’re kidding me.” It almost sounded like he was about to start laughing at your answer.

“You said you’d meet me at the library if you got out early,” You glared at him, moving your legs off of his and sitting up. “I was bored out of my mind in the gap between my classes.”

“You could’ve texted me!”

“I thought you were in class, stupid.” You rolled your eyes now, he wasn’t getting it.

“I answer you when I’m in class all the time.” Kuroo sat up too now, eyes never leaving you and you could tell he was getting nervous. It must’ve hit him once you got up from the couch. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

“You’re so dumb, text me next time..” You said after a long moment, walking towards your shared room but stopping just before the hallway. “I think I’ve going to shower before dinner, did you have anything in mind?”

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked almost hopeful, “But no, I was thinking we could go out somewhere since it’s Friday?”

“No, I was never mad at you actually. Also, that sounds good to me. We should go to the place that had the really good nachos.” Your tone was a bit softer now as he followed you into your bedroom. “What’re doing?”

“Joining you?” He said it almost like a question, head tilted slightly to the side with the dopey smile that never failed to make you soft.

“Oh, really? I don’t recall asking you to join me.” You laughed when he wrapped his arms around your waist, stopping you from rushing into the bathroom.

“I think you owe me for making me think you were mad at me.” Kuroo mumbled, hugging you tightly to him, “I was freaking out.”

“I know you were, it was funny.”

“It really wasn’t funny.” He huffed and you laughed again, leaning back into his arms before hugging him back. “You’re mean.”

“No, I just like to see you squirm.” You managed to slip out of his grasp when he moved back to fully look at you, mouth slightly agape like he couldn’t believe you said that. “C’mon are we showering or not?”

“We definitely are.” He shook his head following you into the bathroom finally. “I can’t handle you sometimes.”

“Good.”

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supersizemeplz · 2 years

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I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

#black reader #black panther #erik stevens #erik x reader #oneshot #erik kilmonger fic #plussized reader #black woman #supersizedfic

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miscfandomwrites · 1 year

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Mama: Chapter Seven

A/N: Kinda behind schedule, so I’m already working on the next chapter. Man, seven chapters already? That’s quite a bit. I’m also working on an idea for a new series (which I’ll post about if I have time) School kinda sucks and late nights are now becoming a usual thing. I love this series, and I feel like it will be more angsty than anything. Whoops.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

Again. Again. Again.

I hit the bag, again, again, again. Letting the anger dissipate in the only way I knew besides harming others. I didn’t give a shit that my muscles barked in pain, how I was drenched with sweat, my knuckles already hitting through the wrap, bleeding through to the front.

Finally, after some partially hard hits that left blood on the bag, I decided to stop. Which was a bit of a bad idea, considering the fact that as soon as I stopped, my body decided to almost collapse on the floor. I bent over, my breath heaving in and out as I tried to calm my racing heart.

Man, everything hurt.

I looked over to the clock on the wall, and-

“Shit.” I hissed, jogging to the bathrooms. It was past eight, and Lillith was supposed to be in bed. I quickly grabbed the spare clothes I kept in there, and jumped into the shower. Turning it from lukewarm to cold to cool myself without causing shock, I quickly scrubbed down and got out. Putting on deodorant and brushing my hair as quickly as I could without hurting myself, I shoved myself into my clothes. I tossed my used clothes into the laundry chute and headed out to the main area.

I walked out, and noticed it was quiet. There was a movie playing in the living room, but no other music or voices could be heard. I padded to the living room and saw Lillith, curled up in between Bucky and Natasha, in one of my old hoodies, beneath a green blanket. Her hair was wet, and judging the fact that Clint was wearing an entirely different shirt since the last time I saw him, I assumed that he helped her.

Natasha looked up from her phone, glancing at me.

“She missed you.” she said, pulling the blanket closer around my daughter.

“I know.” I spoke softly. I moved around the couch, gently moving the blanket off of Lillith and taking her into my arms. Both Bucky and Natasha rose as I picked her up, hands out as if to steady me.

“Your hands are shaking. And bleeding.” Natasha said as she folded up the blanket.

I didn’t bother to hear her, holding Lillith closer to me as I walked towards the elevators in silence.

Even when I’m exhausted, even when I’ve had the worst of days, I made a promise.

I hummed as I got into the elevator, and just as I was about to push my floor number, Natasha slipped into the elevator, stuffed wolf in hand.

She said nothing as I pushed the button, and the elevator zoomed up to our floor.

The doors opened and I carried Lillith to her room, Natasha in tow.

I laid her down on her bed, putting a pillow under her head and grabbing the covers and covering her up. I tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

I felt a nudge on my left arm, and Natasha held out the stuffled wolf to me. I nodded, before tucking it into Lillith’s arms.

I knelt down beside her bed, resting my head on my arms, staring at Lillith. Monitoring her breathing, every little movement she made.

The promise to take care of her, even when I wanted nothing more than to not exist.

I didn’t hear Natasha leave as I knelt there, staring at my daughter.

My watch beeped, signalling a start of a new hour. I brought my wrist up, and nearly gawked at the time. It was almost ten at night. I forced my stiff body up, forced myself to stretch. Everything hurt in some way.

I walked out of her room, taking one last long look at her sleeping, peaceful face before I shut the door.

I walked towards the kitchen, and nearly slammed into Natasha. She was holding out a glass to me, filled with a green liquid made of god-knows-what.

“What?” I asked her, gently taking the glass from her hand.

“It’s a smoothie. You skipped dinner.”

“Why do you keep giving me food? I can take care of myself.” I told her, sniffing the liquid in the glass.

“Clint told me about your…..habits.”

I stared at her for a long second, not noticing my hand tightening on the glass until it exploded in my hand.

I let out a hiss of displeasure, shaking my hand off above the kitchen island. There shards weren’t everywhere, thank god, but the smoothie sure as hell was.

Natasha had her mouth open in shock, and quickly closed it as she saw the expression on my face. She turned around, grabbing paper towels as she started cleaning up the mess.

“You. Don’t move, I need to check your hands.” she told me, sweeping the glass and goo into the trashcan. I didn’t bother nodding, just kept still.

After she wiped it all off, she grabbed the medkit from the top of the fridge and gently took my hands in hers.

She wiped off the good and blood, picking out the shards and putting them on the table so she could throw them away later.

She hummed gently as she cleaned up the blood from my palms, checking the cuts for remaining glass shards.

She was silent for a long while, before she took a deep breath and spoke.

“....I’m sorry.” she said softly.

“There’s no need to be sorry.” I reassured her.

She wiped off my palms again, before turning my hands over, examining my knuckles.

“Is that how you deal with it?” She asked quietly, dabbing some antibiotic ointment on them.

I nodded, resisting the urge to rip my hands from her soft but firm grip.

“I dance.” She whispered to me, finishing up the ointment on the other hand.

“Better than taking your anger out on others.” I told her.

She nodded as she got a roll of gauze out of the kit.

“Better than numbing yourself.”

I softly smiled at her as she wrapped my hands.

“Mommie?” A voice came from behind Natasha. I leaned to the side of Natasha, seeing Lillith standing there, clutching her stuffed wolf to her chest with one arm and rubbing her eyes with her other hand.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” I said softly, motioning her over with my now-wrapped hand.

She walked over just as Natasha finished my other hand. She swiped all the used items into the trash bin, and clicked the lid of the medkit shut.

She set it atop the fridge as I lifted Lillith on top of the kitchen island.

“Natasha” I called to her as she walked past me. I reached out and grabbed her hand. She turned towards me as I lifted it up to my mouth, ghosting a kiss across the back of it.

“Thank you.” I told her. I could have sworn a faint blush glowed on her cheeks, but she nodded and turned, heading to the elevators.

I smiled softly after her.

“What happened?” Lillith questioned behind me.

I turned towards my little gremlin, who was petting the stuffed wolf in her lap.

“I hurt my hands. Natasha helped me with them.” I told her.

“Was that why you weren’t at dinner?” She asked as I moved behind her, opening a cupboard door.

“Yes. I’m sorry, amor. I needed….time.”

“It’sokaymom.” the words slurred together as she yawned.

“OH!, I almost forgot!” she said as she dug through the main pocket of the hoodie, before producing a handful of lollipops.

“I saw Pepper earlier and she gave me candy! I got these for you!” She said, holding out the handful of candy.

I chucked as I took it from her, unwrapping one of them and popping it into my mouth.

“Thank you, baby. Wanna watch a movie?” I asked her as I helped her off the counter.

She ran into the living room, hoping on the couch in her usual spot.

“It better be about aliens!” She yelled out as I shook my head at my daughter’s antics.

I will uphold that promise until the day my heart stops beating and my lungs stop breathing.

I promise.

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #natasha x reader #marvel

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giveitalltodaddy · 1 year

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There she is, the girl that I had had a crush on all through high school. I haven’t seen her in at least four years since graduation. She still looks the same. Same small frame, about 5 ft 2 in, and maybe 130 pounds. In high school she was head cheerleader. She was very prude and knew she was the hottest girl in school. She used to tease me because she knew I liked her. She would make fun of me for it and say things like:

“Do you really think you’d ever have a chance with a girl like me?”

“I’m way out of your league.”

“You’ll never be with someone as hot as me.”

And for the most part she was right. I was just a scrawny guy with straight A’s and wasn’t really good at much else. A lot has changed since then. With my good grades I was able to get into a good college. I had just graduated with my Bachelors and was now going back to get my Masters. I’m also not a scrawny guy anymore. Since high school I have wanted to reinvent myself and never be overlooked again by girls. So I hit the gym hard, work out 5 times a week, and make sure to do my cardio. I’m about 6ft and a solid 245 lbs. I’m built and I love the new me.

I’m sure she won’t recognize me when I walk past the stair stepper that she’s on, but when I cross her path she stops me and calls my name. I’m surprised and turn to meet her gaze. I’m met with much more than that. She’s off of the stair stepper and just a few steps away. She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me.

We chat for a bit. Mostly we catch up through small talk. I learn that she graduated college as well but just with a liberal arts degree. She isn’t sure what she wants to do with her life, so she’s just working as a waitress for now. She’s hot and has the body for it, so she makes good tips. She goes on to say how she wishes she hadn’t teased me so much in high school. How I was a sweet guy and probably the only guy who liked her for her and not just because she was the hottest girl in school. I appreciate what she says but don’t really pay much attention to it. She says she’ll let me get back to my workout and beads back to hers. It’s pretty late, almost 2am, and she wants to finish up and head home to get some sleep.

I go to start my workout. I see that the room is empty besides us and the couple workers that are here, so I just pop my headphones out of the jack and play my music out loud. It’s an easy day, nothing but shoulders and back. I get through my workout and work up a nice sweat. I look around and she’s gone, so I figure she finished her workout and left. I head towards the locker room. Usually I shower and leave, but now I want to go sit in the Sauna for a little bit.

I put my clothes in the locker, wrap myself in a towel, and head towards the Sauna. I’m super excited for this. I need it. My muscles are super sore. I go to open the door and crack it a bit...and there she is. She is in the boys’ locker room Sauna. But what is she doing..? After a few seconds of surprise, I notice she is laying on the bench playing with her pussy. The sight of this gets me hard. I stand there for a minute and watch as she rubs herself and moans.

I slip in and stand over her and say,

“Now what do we have here?”

She sits up and tries to cover herself. I grab her towel and wave my index finger.

“Oh no, you’re not gonna cover up. I’ve wanted this for such a long time and all you did was make fun of me. I’m gonna show you how much I’ve changed. How much of a man I have become.”

She tries to protest, but I’m not having it. We are the only two here and she is gonna take my cock. I walk closer to her and she tries to move away. I grab a handful of her hair and force her to her knees. Then I drop my towel. My cock is no more than a couple inches away from her face. I am already semi hard.

“Open your mouth, you little slut. I’m gonna fuck your throat like I wanted to all those years ago.”

She continues to protest but I grab my cock and put it up against her lips and squeeze her nose shut so she has to open her mouth to breathe. When she does, I shove my cock into her mouth and begin to thrust it in and out between her lips. She tries to fight it, but after a few thrusts she starts to get into it. She bobs her head over my cock and takes it deep into her throat and gags on it. It feels so good. She has me moaning and gripping her hair and fucking her face.

I stand her up and bend her over and put her right leg up on the bench. She didn’t think it would get this far. I can feel the hesitation in her body. She must’ve really liked what I was doing to her though because she is dripping wet, but when I try to tease her clit with my cock she pushes me off and closes her legs. I grab her by her hair and pull her head back.

“You listen to me...I’m going to fuck this pussy. You’re going to put your leg on that bench and you’re going to cum on my cock, whether you like it or not.”

I put her leg on the bench and shove my cock into her pussy. She is dripping wet so I slide deep into her pussy with one stroke. She moans and arches her back, putting me deeper into her. She is so tight on my cock. It is everything I knew it would be. I know this isn’t one of those making love moments though. I’m gonna fuck her brains out and make her remember this moment.

I rub my hand from her back to her neck and up onto her head. I ball up my hand and grab a big handful of her hair and pull her head back to suck on her neck. I smack her ass with my other hand.

*smack*

She lets out a small moan.

*smack*

Her moans become louder. I am giving her long, deep strokes, but they aren’t slow. I want her to feel every inch of my cock as I pound her to orgasm. I can feel her grip my cock when I pull out, and when I slam back into her she can’t help but moan. She is creaming all over me. I pull halfway out and scoop it off my cock and show it to her.

“Look at what I’m doing to you. You’re loving every bit of me fucking your pussy.”

I put my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself. I start to fuck her again. I reach up and start to play with her breast. Her nipples are so hard and I love grabbing them between my fingers and squeezing them. Her moans become louder and her breaths are speeding up. I can feel her pussy start to grip my cock and I know she is very close to orgasm. I wrap my arm around her throat and squeeze. I guess this is too much for her because she starts to squeeze my cock harder. The feeling is too much to handle. I can feel my orgasm getting nearer, so while she is still in mid orgasm I move my mouth close to her ear and say:

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, because I’m about to fill this pussy up with my cum.”

It takes her a second to process what I have just said, and when she finally does it is too late. I have already thrust deep into her, and the last squeeze her pussy gives me is all I need. I unload deep inside of her and when she feels that first jet of cum shoot into her the only thing she can say is:

“No, you can’t! I’m not on any birth control.”

I guess my cock hears this and I feel a huge jet of cum shoot inside of her and it feels so good. I can’t tell if she is still cumming or if she is having another orgasm, but her pussy starts to squeeze on my cock again. It feels like it is sucking the tip of my cock and all of my sperm inside of her cervix.

This is too much for my sensitive cock head. I try to pull out, but her pussy is sucking me in and I can’t. I just stay deep inside of her and wait until I get soft. Her pussy finally lets me go and I step back and my dick flops out. I keep your leg up and look at your pussy to see if any cum will drip out. Not one drop does. I know her pussy wanted my seed and it made sure to keep it all. I look at her and say:

“Now get out of my locker room, and I’ll see you same time tomorrow for another deposit.”

She grabs her towel and heads toward the door. She turns around and smiles as she pushes the door open to head to the girls’ room for a shower. I can tell she wanted to say something but just kept it to herself. She leaves and I stay sitting on the bench. I just can’t stop thinking about how good her pussy felt and how I never would’ve had the balls to do what I just did to her in high school. I stand up and go to take a quick shower. I’m dressed and heading out when I see her drive past me and wave. I think I could get used to this!

#mine #Narratophilia

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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HP Rec Fest, Day 29

Thank you @hprecfest for another “easy but not really” prompt lol post-canon is basically everything I read as EWE is my favorite HP tag/era. It was the easiest thing to find 2 gorgeous underrated gems to rec today. I love everything by these authors and actually considered these fics for yesterday’s post but then I realized I could use them for this prompt too, lucky me 🌝 very excited to check everyone else’s picks and find new reads for my weekend!

Day 29) a post-canon fic:

Drarry

The Wand Slipped by @unmistakablyoatmeal (E, 35k)

After a messy, public divorce and a disgraceful exit from the Auror Department, Harry is trying to rebuild his life as a private investigator. But when his ex-wife ends up in St. Mungo's, and Harry's tasked with finding her attacker, he'll have to confront the mistakes of his past, and rely on an old enemy, in order to get closure and move on, and incidentally, solve the case.

this is one of the first fics I’ve read on my return to the fandom in 2019 and I loved it so much it became a comfort fic for me. I remember being mindblown by sdk’s gorgeous writing, the kind that sucks you in within just a few paragraphs. apart from being an immersive case fic, the characterization hits all of my boxes. there’s no better way to describe Harry and Draco here if not intense; their chemistry in and outta bed is so electrifying I found myself salivating over this quiet, sexy and confident Draco who longs for Harry so beautifully. the setting, the plot, the pacing, the tension, the smut! the atmosphere is immaculate and mystery and romance come together seamlessly with a smooth storytelling. if you’re into mature fics with a cool twist at the end, this is the perfect treat for rainy days ☔️

Rare pair

To Me You Are the Sea by marguerite_26 (Harry/Scorpius, E, 8.5k)

Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.

this fic was my gateway into Scarry and I have such a soft spot for it! I haven’t read many fics where they’re both adults facing adult issues in an established relationship; being an age gap aficionado I found it really refreshing to see those type of struggles addressed here! this is almost 10k but it’s such a smooth read, dirty hot and lowkey angsty, as Harry and Scorpius navigate the increasing tension of keeping their relationship a secret. I adore Harry’s insistence at open communication, Scorpius’ cautious pining and the way they’re so into each other. the smut is scorching hot and intimate, rough shower sex and piss kink are much appreciated as always 💦 but have I mentioned the tender melancholy of it l? the stunning Mediterranean vibes? and gentle but possessive Harry? 🥵 very romantic and with a sweet hopeful ending, you can also check a tiny coda here!

#hprecfest2023 #day 29 #post-canon fic

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lifewithoutmeds · 1 year

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May 13, 2023

Almost a month to the day from my last writing, and sadly, discouragingly, i’m in nearly literally the same position i was last month at this time.

i had a bad few weeks. i slipped up with everything. i fell into a deep depression. and now only very recently do i have the tiniest bit of hope and wherewithal to try and make small improvements.

in the last few weeks i’ve:

gone to ireland, which was just an okay time. did some nice sight seeing in northern ireland, ate some good meals, and did some fishing at the Grand Canal in Dublin, all of which was pretty fun. but i also had to face that sometimes i just don’t like my friends/the company i keep, and also i just don’t like sharing a room/bed, and i really like just lying down and not thinking, which is hard to do while traveling abroad.

i seem to be in a constant level of dissatisfaction. i know traveling should be fun but i don’t enjoy myself when i’m out there, i know that being at home should be relaxing but i feel bored and meaningless, i know time with friends should be fun but i find myself dreading social events and looking longingly forward to the time when i could be home alone, by myself.

today is saturday afternoon and on thursday afternoon after work i drove into anaheim to meet up with jessica’s family and lana’s family. it was only an hour and a half but it was exhausting. all the children, all running around, all without inhibitions/sense/propriety. it was difficult to find any moment of calm or to have a real conversation without someone having to yell at some kid.

yesterday was good though. went to a dr. appointment in the morning where we agreed to wean off of my current prescription of lexapro and abilify, the latter of which may have been contributing to my weight gain, and wean in Wellbutrin, which may serve double to alleviate my depression and also contribute to weight loss. so that gave me a little hope. afterward i packed up for fishing, picked up c and p, and we went to my fav fishing spot where we fished from 11:30 to about 3:30, then went to the local bar/brewery and ate/drank, before hitting the road back again. i was too tired to shower/clean up and just crashed, and ended up sleeping for some 12 hours.

today when i finally got up, i had some coffee, and started on my list of to - do’s: make bed, check on thor, wash dishes, check mail, shower, clip fingernails, run vacuum, read 20 pages, and journal. this is my last thing to do (well, i will likely check on thor one more time tonight.)

this feels better than before, when i was just in what seemed like inexplicable and unnecessary agony, believing life to be meaningless pain and suffering, but it helps to read and get my mind off things. i’m still watching productivity and money videos on youtube, so i’m not completely helpless/at a loss. at least i think there’s some meaning there, i suppose?

upcoming things (May): mother’s day tomorrow. on the agenda is: pick mom up, go to church, have lunch at local japanese place, get what she wants from Armstrong Gardens.

tuesday: hopefully, a psychiatrist appointment. saturday: happy hour with matt and kendy in santa monica may 24 - may 27: camping at rock creek lake monday, may 29: memorial day holiday (likely just resting)

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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warnings: smut; 18 +

YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Come Home.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you...

Themes: fluff, soft smut

WARNING: FLUFF

a/n: just a quick dose of fluff because we all need some, ily!

Bucky checked his phone the moment he slid into the backseat of his car. Without a word said, his driver knew that he would be going home.

Bucky smiled at the text you just sent him, attached to which was a picture of you and your son cuddling on your bed with big smiles on both your faces. The text read: ‘Showered, PJs on and we’re ready for cuddles! Come home quick, we love you!’

Just the thought of returning home to his little family which he adored so much made all his fatigue fade away. He couldn’t imagine life without the two of you in it, he would die and kill for you without hesitation.

Half an hour later he was home. He made sure to have a quick word with his guards outside - as always thanking them for ensuring the safety of his family when he’s not around during the day. He walked inside and locked the door and rushed upstairs, excited to see you and his son, already taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He walked into your bedroom and he immediately melted at the sight on your bed.

Both you and your son, in matching PJs, fell asleep while waiting on him. You were sprawled carelessly on the soft mattress and your son fell asleep on top of you, holding on to your hip. Bucky let out a soft chuckle as he carefully stepped closer to you two, noticing the bedtime story books amidst the books you were currently reading, as well as the bar of chocolate on the bedside which you and your son probably shared - things your son inherited from you; the love for books and stories, and a sweet tooth.

Bucky leaned over, kissing you both carefully on the forehead. He always found it adorable how both you and your son slept similarly; lips slightly parted, snoring softly. He decided not to disturb you two any further so he slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Once he stepped out of the shower, he had to force himself to disturb your baby boy slightly because he needed to be put in his own bed so he could sleep more comfortably. But also, Bucky desperately needed some time alone with you.

He placed one knee gently on the bed, bending a little and slipping his hands under the little sleeping frame of your son so as to pick him up as gently as possible. “Come on bud, we gotta put you in your own bed.” He whispered, mainly to himself as he detached the 3-year-old toddler from your hip. “Such a momma’s boy,” Bucky muttered under his breath when he realized that your son was putting up a gentle fight even in his sleep as his father tried to get him off of your leg.

As soon as he felt the loss of contact from your body heat, your son whimpered quietly in his father’s arms, still asleep as he made an attempt to reach out for you again with his little arms. Bucky smiled. “I know, I know.” He shushed your son as best he could, rocking him gently and praying to God he doesn’t wake up.

“I’m just as obsessed with your mom as you are. I hate being away from her too.” He whispered to your son as he slowly walked out of your bedroom and crossed the hallway to get to the little man’s room. “But hey, you hang out with her all day. Now it’s my turn.” He whispered, placing your son down on the smaller, equally as comfy bed.

He positioned the pillows just how he liked it and tucked your baby in bed, kissing his forehead. “Good night little man, daddy loves you.” He turned the soft night light on before leaving the room, closing the door just halfway.

Bucky was almost giddy as he slid into bed behind you. He pulled the covers over both of you before pulling you closer and spooning you from behind. You stirred gently, recognizing his touch instantly as his bare chest pressed against your back. He wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you into him even more and kissed along your exposed neck.

You woke up giggling as he nibbled on your skin. You kept your eyes closed and just relished his touch. “Hi handsome.” You whispered. Bucky responded with a soft moan, kissing and licking along your throat. You immediately reached out to feel the spot beside you, where you remember your son had fallen asleep earlier. “Where’s-,”

Bucky replied before you even finished your sentence. “Already put him to bed. I found him holding on to your leg like a little koala bear when I came in.”

You let out a chuckle. “God, I love him. I love him so much it hurts.”

Bucky hummed, agreeing before he bit down on your shoulder. “Spare some love for me. I helped make him.” He spoke of his son fondly as always, yet you noticed the ever-present, playful jealousy in his tone.

You giggled, “Oh of course. You’re part of the reason why he’s here. Thank you for that.” You turned in his arms to face your husband. You reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “Thank you.” You whispered again.

Bucky smiled, which quickly morphed into a smirk. “I can think of so many ways in which you can thank me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours before you could say anything. He felt you smile into the kiss as he deepened it, slipping his tongue into your mouth; licking and earning soft moans out of you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your warm body as he gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss yet. He hissed in pleasure when you playfully bit his lip, filling his mind with filth. He pulled away gently, looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes. “I’ve missed you all day.”

You noticed the way he discreetly rolled his hips against you, rubbing his erection against your clothed core. Even through the layers of clothing you could feel his hunger; thick, large, hard. You were certain that by now your stare must be just as filled with lust and love as his was.

“Show me how much.” You whispered, lips already parted as you awaited his kiss.

Unable to resist, he leaned down for a brief, deep kiss before pulling away to stare at you again. “Where do you want me, baby?” His voice was deeper, words dripping with desire as his body heat wrapped around you. He was needy, rubbing his erection more and more in between your legs as if pleading you to let him pleasure you.

You groaned, loving his gentle teasing. “I don’t mind, I just want you.”

He chuckled, your words stroking his ego. “I love you.” He mumbled, lowering his mouth to yours again; kissing your lips before moving slowly down your body, his lips kissing down your body as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your top. He stopped and stared at your chest shamelessly once your top was off. He straddled you and reached up to cup both your breasts in his large hands and fondled with them before looking up at you. “Did they get bigger? I feel like they did.”

That earned a loud chuckle out of you. “Perv.” You mumbled while sliding your fingers into his thick, soft hair which he had also passed on to your son.

Bucky smirked before leaning in to kiss down the valley of your cleavage, still toying with your breasts while occasionally rolling and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back off the bed. He pulled away after a while, and kept kissing down your body until he knelt in between your legs.

He gently lowered your shorts down your legs; getting rid of them and kissed your inner thighs once you were completely naked under him. No matter how many times he had seen you naked, your body, your warmth - it always excited him just the same as the first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you giggle and moan quietly under your breath.

You opened your eyes to look down at him with nothing but love, and desire in your stare. There was a time in your life when you questioned whether or not one day someone would be capable of loving you with all their heart, despite your flaws and imperfections. You wondered if you’d ever be one of the lucky ones whose partners looked at them with pure love, devotion and affection. That question was answered now because Bucky always looked at you like you hung the moon itself.

It didn’t have to be said, he knew what you were thinking. He always knew. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs, settling in between them like he belonged there and inched his face closer to your already dripping core.

You could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin as he brought his mouth closer to your wet lips. He held your stare as he peppered kisses around your glistening core. You moaned quietly when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. You felt your heart flutter as a familiar warmth washed over you.

Your hand immediately flew to his slightly damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning another moan out of you.

He didn’t hold back, he ate you out eagerly; satiating both your hunger. Bucky looked up at you again at the same time as you looked down, and you saw the pure hunger in his eyes. And he saw the need in yours. So he gave you his all. He had you squirming, moaning - a complete mess under him in no time.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you felt his tongue fucking you gently. He locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of you; your taste, your warmth, the way you moaned, the fact that he knew no one else would ever make you feel this way ever again. It drove him wild.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone; gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him; making you gasp and moan. The wet sounds erupting whenever his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit were downright filthy and it only made you want more of him.

You felt him kissing his way up your body; leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his deep blue eyes.

His stare was feral, he was hungry. “I need you.” He was in a bit of a daze as he thought of the last time he had you - yesterday morning - and that felt like ages ago.

You reached up and touched his cheek gently. “I’m all yours, Buck.” You reminded him.

That was enough. You were his, and he loved you more and more each day. And he showed you just that. He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin; from your mouth to your neck as he lowered his sweatpants and carefully slid into you. Your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely, inch by inch. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him and reminding him that he was yours. He would always belong to you because no one else would ever make him feel this way.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just as you felt his thick cock filling you up; snug inside you. He felt familiar, yet just as intoxicating each time. He laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. You frowned in pleasure and threw your head back as he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

The air around you got warmer again, his movements were gentle, and passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d mumble his name under your breath.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more under him. “Look at me,” he growled quietly under his breath.

You immediately opened your eyes and stared into his. His stare was intense, but loving as always. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you like you were as important as the air he breathed. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.

He moaned at how tight you felt around his throbbing cock, and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for me, baby...” He whispered, voice strained and gravelly; which sent chills down your body.

His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar, sweet pain in between your legs; making you gasp for air and your walls clench violently around him. “Come with me…” You moaned, wantonly.

His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you; his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly.

With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone; gushing out all around him. You came around his cock with a loud moan; grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you.

You were both gasping for air; hearts racing and holding onto each other as you came down from your high together. Bucky was careful not to crush you under him and moved to lay beside you for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled you into him again, spooning you from behind like he had earlier.

You pulled the covers back up on top of your warm bodies and you closed your eyes, basking in his warmth.

He leaned over to kiss your cheek again and playfully nipped at your earlobe, you pulled away giggling again.

“I love you, baby.” He murmured into your ear. He would never get tired of saying it because he meant it, with all his heart and he knew that you knew.

“I love you more.” You sighed, thankful for him. “Now,” you spoke as you turned around in his arms, facing him yet again, “Tell me about your day…”

#mob!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff

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chvnnie · 2 years

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Yes I'm here for the 'shower Jisungie in love' agenda? Let me tell you how I just know he's a soft boy. I know it! Just like I KNOW he probably melts into a puddle when he's genuinely told he's cute or handsome or talented. Any heartfelt compliment and the boy is definitely a mess. Swear! I also just love his squishy quokka cheeks!

sweet boy thrives on praise, i fucking know it.

a core memory in your relationship is the first day you visited him in the studio. he had worked for hours, mind slowly turning to mush as he tried to piece together the last bits of his project. he felt like he was going to combust with frustration - help from chan and changbin did nothing but make things worse. jisung could do it - was doing it - he just needed a little push. a little break.

he doesn’t remember calling you; one minute he was alone, the next you were there, hesitantly poking your head through the door to make sure you were in the right place. his tired eyes poked out from the back of the chair, and you barreled in the room, giggling as you fell in his lap. the touch loving boy he is, he laughed along with you, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you snug against him. you smelled like him - large hoodie absolutely drowning you. but there were laces of your shampoo, your perfume, that made his heart flutter. the combined scent was just a reminder that you’re his. his.

“missed you.” you mumble, head buried in his neck.

“missed you more.”

you pull your head out, the giddiest smile he’s ever seen painted on your face. it’s almost impossible to believe you’re looking at him like that. that he makes you feel like that. “i’m glad you called me. i’ve always wanted to see the studio.”

“oh? you want a tour?”

you excitedly nod your head, readying yourself to stand up. instead, he grips your hips, keeping you on his lap. his feet push the roller chair back, then set the two of you off on a slow spin. jisung doesn’t stop the chair until you’ve made a 360 turn, right back where you started.

“ta-da. that was your tour.”

you laugh, hitting his shoulder with his sweater paw. he dramatically grips the “injury”, throwing his head back in faux pain as he wails. he doesn’t stop until your sweater paws cup his face, lips finding his. jisung smiled into the kiss, tilting his head to give you more access to him. they don’t last long - you pull away soon after his tongue slips in your mouth as you remember why you’re here.

“do you need me to leave? so you can finish?”

his heart drops at the idea. that’s the last thing he wants.

instead, he convinces you to stay, your warm body leaned against his as he works. he hooked your airpods up to his laptop, letting you listen as he worked, apologizing any time he fucked something up. in no time (more like an hour, but time didn’t really exist when you’re around), the song is finished. he drags his mouse to the start, hovering it over the play button.

“ready?”

you nod, wide eyes looking up at him as he presses play.

did you stare at him the whole time? he wasn’t really sure - too focused in on his screen to notice if or when you looked away. all he knows is that when he looked down at you at the end, your eyes were wider than before, awe sparkling in the depths.

nervously, he chuckled. “what?”

you slowly pull your headphones out, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. “you’re incredible.”

“stop it-“

“no, seriously.” you reposition yourself so you’re straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and bodies melded into one. “you’re amazing, jisung.”

“yah, i mean it-“

“so do i.” your words gentle but firm, a blush creeping up his neck. “you’re so talented. your brain came up with that? on its own? oh my god. and you looked so handsome doing it. i mean, you always look handsome, but the look on your face when you’re focused in? fuck, how are you real? how are you mine? i mean-“

his lips collide with yours before you can continue, to both hide the reddening of his face and to show you how much it means to him. that you’re with him.

how is he yours? no, how are you his? how did he get so lucky as to love you daily?

he wasn’t sure of the answer, but he knew that he wouldn’t let a day go without expressing the depths of his love for you in every way possible.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I WANT HIM-

also went hard again BUT THAT’S? MY SQUISHY BABY? I CANNOT. I CANNOT.

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 3 years

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Stitches // 4

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Frank’s worst nightmare is playing out right before his eyes, again.

Warnings: knife & gun violence, blood, broken bones

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

I really didn't mean for this chapter to cross 3k words, got a little too carried away , whoops! I wrote this in one sitting as a way of celebrating my small wins in my final grades 😊

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“Josie another round please.”

Typical Friday night with the Nelson and Murdock foursome, we’re all grabbing a few drinks to unwind from the stressful week of work at the firm. Me, however, I’ve been more stressed in the past couple days than I ever have been in ages.

Since I saw Frank almost a week ago I haven’t heard from him. Even though he told me that there would be absolutely no contact between us until he put Billy down and sorted out the mess with the people after him and Amy, Madani made sure to keep me in the loop but she hadn’t sent any updates or came to see me for two days. Now I’m out with my friends trying to have a good time but I can’t, knowing that there’s a possibility that Frank could be fighting for his life out there.

“You alright Y/N?” Matt nudged my shoulder with his, pulling me out of my haunting thoughts. I’m sure he’s alright, he better be.

“Yeah, just a rough couple days. Speaking of which, I should call it a night.” throwing back the shot of tequila I pushed myself up to my feet, slinging the straps of my hand bag over my shoulder.

“You’re leaving already, it’s barely seven o’clock?” Karen pouted watching me put my money on the table for the drinks.

“I’m really not feeling it tonight guys, I’ll see y’all around. Have a good night.”

I really wasn’t in the mood to sit there any longer, pretending that I was having the best time of my life when all I wanted to do was sleep the days away until Frank shows up. Stepping out into the cold night, I fished my phone from my bag, pulling up Madani’s number.

Ring….ring.…ring….beep

Great, she declined my call

He’s okay Y/N

Locking the device I continued walking to my apartment which is no more than three blocks away, thankfully. I need a shower and sleep, not like I have much hope for the latter, I can’t get relaxed enough to get a solid hour of sleep.

“I’ll come find you when this is all over, don’t worry about me sweetheart.”

Easier said than done Castle.

Home, sweet home. Unlocking my front door I quickly stepped inside and shut it behind me, flicking on the lights I jumped, heart dropping to my stomach.

Billy Russo was sitting on my couch, the glock I had stashed in my room lying on the coffee table, his mask next to it. Shaky I stayed put, daring not to move a single muscle. Billy’s face was just as ugly as his insides now, the scars Frank left him with made sure that he would have to live with that ugly truth for the rest of his miserable life.

“My buddy Frank really knows how to pick ‘em.”

“What do you want, Russo?”

“You.”

That was the last thing I heard before being hit upside the head. I fell face first on the ground, vision hazy from the blunt strike, I faintly made out Billy walking over to me as I slipped off into sweet unconsciousness.

—---

“Wakey wakey princess.”

Gasping I finally came to my senses, the bucket of cold water jolted me awake. My arms were secured above my head, my toes barely scraping the floor beneath me. Frantically my eyes scanned the dimly lit space, Billy and a few other men in masks were surrounding me as I hung from the ceiling.

I’m so fucked and not in the way I usually enjoy.

“You’re a beautiful woman Y/N, I’d also like to think that you’re equally as smart. Who am I kidding, Frankie boy is smitten with you so you must be.”

“I’m sure you once were a smart man Billy but I have to say, kidnapping me was a dumbass mistake ugh-” one of his goons gut punched me knocking the wind out of my sail.

“Feisty, I love it.” standing in front of me he steadied my dangling body, I didn’t see his fist swinging at my face until it hit me square in the jaw.

“Where is he?”

“How the hell would I know jackass?” grunting I spit out the blood that pooled into my mouth onto his boots. Another blow to the face, this time it was to my nose. Holding onto my cheek he stared into my eyes, anger boiling within his.

“I’m in no mood to play games and plus, me hurting you only hurts me. So do us both a favour and tell me where I can find the son of a bitch that did this to my face!”

“I don’t know where he is and even if I did, I still wouldn’t have told you.”

“Fine, have it your way then.” as he moved further away from me his crew came closer

This is going to hurt like a motherfucker, goddamn it

“Boys you know what to do, I want her breathing!”

That was all they needed to hear before they started using me as their human punching bag. Fists came at me from every direction, I could feel the burn of my skin being sliced open on my arms and legs. My screams of pain and agony echoed throughout the space as they continued their brutal assault.

“Not so tough now, bitch.” one took a hold of my shirt collar, holding me somewhat steady as he repeatedly delivered blows to my face. There was a sickening crack from my nose after his third or fourth blow and my throat was sore from all the screaming. I mustered up whatever strength I had and kicked him in the balls, headbutting him when he doubled over howling in pain.

“You bitch!”

“Fuck!” he stabbed me in my thigh, the agonizing pain was enough to send me into shock. Everything around me started getting blurry again, my vision going in and out as these assholes got the best of me.

—--

“Princess, come on, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.” a hand slapping my cheek brought me out of my unconscious state. I struggled to get air into my lungs, pain flooding through my entire body.

“See, it pains me to see you like this. Hey, hey, look at me.” I could barely see out of my right eye, the left one was completely swollen shut. Blood ran down my chin, coating his finger that was there.

“There she is, you may or may not know what hole he’s hiding in but it doesn’t matter. Once he sees this, which I know he will, he’d be coming to find you, I just have to wait.” he pulled his mask back on and stepped to the side, a camera was hooked up to a laptop on the table ahead.

“When he gets his hands on you, you’re going to wish you hadn’t touched me.” weak from all the bloodloss my head tipped to the side. Scoffing, he turned to face the camera, his goons still surrounding us.

Stay awake Y/N, be a fighter

“This is a public address to my buddy Frank Castle.”

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Frank’s POV

“No, no, no, no, no.” Amy started freaking out, eyes glued to the screen of her computer.

“Kid?” She immediately brought the device over and placed it on the table. My blood boiled more the longer I stared at the news broadcast on the screen.

He’s a dead man

“I have something you want buddy, she’s a tough one to break brother hence this alternative to get you out of your spider-hole.”

Y/N’s bruised and beaten body was restrained by chains that hung from the ceiling, she was fighting to stay conscious while this asshole was caressing her bloodied cheek. The door to the trailer opened and Curtis and Madani entered.

“You guys need to see this too.”

“I’m sure you know where to find us Frank, you better hurry by the way, your girl doesn't look too good.” A faint laugh came from her as she looked over at him.

“You poked the beast, hooray, you’re all dead when he finds me.”

“If I were you I’d keep my mouth shut princess.”

“It’s a free country so don’t tell me what I should do. I’m the least of your worries Billy Russo, he’s coming and you’re going to lose the same hand you’re touching me with.”

“I like her, that mouth she’s got is the only reason she’s still alive. So, like I said buddy, you know where we are, come find me.” Amy shut the laptop as the video cut and in less than two seconds I had Madani pinned against the wall.

“Frank!”

“You got her into this!”

“I’m sorry, Frank please let me go!”

“I swear to God Madani if she dies it’s on you and you better pray that I don’t find you because I will kill you!” my grip on her jacket tightened, her eyes filled with fear.

“Frank let her go man!”

“She better be alive when I get to her.” with that I dropped her to the floor, Curtis rushing to her side. I am beyond pissed right now, reloading my weapon, I ignored the three people in here with me.

“I know you want to get her out of there but that’s a trap.” Curtis tried levelling with me but my mind was solely focused on one thing right now.

Billy already took Maria and the kids away from me, I refuse to let him repeat the same pattern with Y/N. I don’t care how many sons of bitches I have to kill to get to her, I know the moment I set foot in there his men are going to be the one fighting me while he escapes. Doesn’t matter if he does tonight, I’ll catch up to him soon enough, my only priority is to get my girl out of there.

I’m coming for your head Russo.

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Y/N’s POV

“We can always have some fun with her before he gets here. What do you say baby, wanna have some fun, might be your last.”

Is this guy serious right now?

I glanced at Russo who looked on, he tipped his head to the side. The fucker started feeling me up and I kneed him in the balls, kicking him in the stomach just as quickly. His men were about to start beating on me again but Billy stopped them.

“You deserved that.”

I assume it’s been almost six hours since this clown kidnapped me, I don’t doubt that Karen, Foggy and Matt saw the broadcast and is most likely wondering what the fuck is going on. I never told them that Frank was back or about our ‘relationship’. I wanted to pass out so badly but I won’t, especially in this room full of men one nod away from killing my ass.

The lights went out leaving us in complete darkness, my lips turned upwards in a smile

He’s here

Russo and his men left to go deal with Frank leaving me chained in the middle of the room. They’re so screwed.

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Frank’s POV

The man struggled in my chokehold as I dragged him behind some crates, the satisfying cracking sound was music to my ears. Dropping his dead body I made my way towards the other guy who had his back towards me, repeating what I’d just done.

Two down, more to go. The fun’s just getting started.

Holding up my weapon, I stealthily maneuvered my way further into the building, keeping my eyes sharp for any movements the moonlight allowed me to see. Gunshots rang out and I immediately took cover behind crates, I exchanged fire from my position taking out the three men.

One groaned in pain trying to reach for his gun as I got closer to him, I aimed for his head and pulled the trigger stepping over his body to get to the adjacent room. Someone tried to grab my gun to disarm me but failed, I shot him twice before being hit on the head. He wasted no time in knocking the gun from my grasp, landing two punches on me. Latching onto his arm I twisted it until I felt the bone break and slammed him down to the floor, bashing his head into the concrete repeatedly until his body went limp.

Bullets whizzed past me, I used the body as a shield as I walked closer to the shooter, his gun clicked, someone’s out of bullets. Taking hold of my knife, I dropped the dead weight and took hold of the shooter’s arm, pulling him closer. I slit his throat, blood splattering everywhere as he choked.

I’m almost there sweetheart, hold on for me.

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Y/N’s POV

The lights came back on blinding me for a couple seconds, gunshots were still ringing on the other side of the wall until it stopped.

“Y/N!”

“Frank!”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I cried. Relief washed over me, I have never been so happy to see Frank covered in blood until this very moment. He took the key from the table and rushed over to me, undoing the restraints.

“I’ve got you sweetheart.” I clung onto him for dear life, he gently rocked me in his arms, pressing his lips to my temple.

“He got away.”

“I don’t care about that right now, I’ll find him again but right now I just want to get you out of here.”

Sirens wailing in the distance got louder as they came closer to the building. He has to go before they get here. Letting go of him I moved to step back, Frank lifted me off my feet and started walking towards the exit.

The bodies of the men that held me captive laid in their own pools of blood, faces hardly recognizable. I laid my head against his shoulder, letting him take me out the building that smelt of gunpowder and blood.

“What are you doing, you should get going before Mahoney cuffs you?”

“You’re my main priority right now Y/N, I don’t care what happens to me.”

“Castle, put her down now!” Speaking of the devil, Mahoney aimed his weapon at us. Frank made no attempt to follow his order.

“I’m not putting her down unless it's on a stretcher!”

“Put her down and get on your knees!”

“I don’t see a stretcher!” Mahoney gave the medics the green light to get me out of Frank’s arms.

“Frank.”

“Shh sweetheart, I’ll be alright, you just focus on getting better for me.” he placed me on the stretcher and watched as the medics secured me, his hand still holding onto mine. They started wheeling me away, our hands slowly letting go of each other.

“She’s on the stretcher now Castle, toss the gun aside and get on your knees!” With his eyes still trained on me he unholstered the gun and tossed it to the side, slowly lowering himself to the ground.

The last thing I saw was Mahoney securing his handcuffs on Frank as the medics put me in the back of the ambulance.

How does one get out of this? I don’t know but I’m sure Madani is going to put in some words to get him out of those cuffs.

—--

“Can we have the room please?” The nurse attending to me finished bandaging my arm laceration before leaving. I can’t deal with him right now.

“You alright?”

“You know, for someone who got beaten and stabbed while hanging from a ceiling, I’m doing just fine detective.”

My head is pounding, my face was completely swollen, I have multiple cuts and bruises that went on for miles on my body. Cracked ribs, busted lip, swollen eyes, the lovely list of injuries continues.

“Stupid thing to ask, I know.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“I know that you’re in a lot of pain bu-”

“What do you want Mahoney, I already gave my statement to the other officer.” he sat on the chair next to the bed, a heavy sigh passing his lips.

“Why are you not afraid of Frank?”

“He’s not a bad person, detective. Yes, he’s done bad things but that doesn’t define who he is as a person.”

“Are you saying that murdering all those people doesn’t make him a bad person?”

“Tell me Mahoney, what would you do if your family was murdered right in front of you? Would you just sit by and hope that the cops catch the bastards that took away your happiness or would you want to get the justice that you and your loved ones actually deserve?” for once he didn’t have a comeback so I proceeded.

“Frank didn’t get the chance to process what was happening when Billy murdered his wife and two children. Someone he trusted, loved, considered a brother in arms, destroyed his entire world and you all expected him to sit and wait around for the NYPD to solve the case.”

“You made a point but the right thing to do is let the system-”

“Ah yes, the system. The same system that refused to acknowledge the man that was left with nothing, the man that had his world torn apart. They labelled him before even hearing his justification for doing what he did, besides, people don’t trust the system anymore because of corruption.”

“He murdered people.”

“Answer this for me, were any of his victims clean? They were all criminals ranging from repeated sex offenders and members of the cartels. None of his victims were innocent, he doesn’t go after those who have never committed a crime before, it’s not who he is.” With all that off of my chest I stared at the ceiling tiles above me as he tried to piece together a proper sentence.

“You know him quite well, how’s that?”

“I got to know him while Nelson and Murdock were his legal representatives during his trial.” he nodded, not buying into the ounce of bullshit I just tried to sell him, he knew there was more to mine and Frank's relationship.

“Well, Madani got me to release him so I hope that he finally catches Billy Russo and hands him over to us.”

“You still believe that after Billy kidnapped me from my home and had his goons beat the shit out of me while chained to the ceiling, Frank is going to let him live to see another day?”

“You have a point there but I'm hoping he does come to his senses and hand him over to the NYPD.”

“Optimism, I love it.” Mahoney stood up eyes never leaving mine

“I should leave you to get some rest.”

“Yeah, you should.”

With a final look my way he left, the nurse returning to complete the job of cleaning my wounds. I need to sleep, my eyelids slowly closed with each passing second as I was slipping into a peaceful sleep.

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luvrsofbts · 3 years

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Love Fix All

Pairing: Husband! Taehyung x Wife! Reader

Genre: almost divorce au and angst… fluffy ending tho i promise <3333

Warnings: cursing, bits of insecurity, and anything else i’ve missed!

Summary: With almost an end on your marriage, Taehyung once remind you how much he loves you.

A/N: Happy… Late… Birthday..? LMFAO I got inspiration to finish this during my shower so here we are! Also we hit 50 followers?! Halfway to 100! Thank you so much for your patience and love <3 xox

“Y/N, what the fuck are these?” Taehyung stormed into your shared bedroom, throwing a pack of divorce papers onto the bed, right in front of you.

“Divorce papers?” You replied as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I know it’s divorce papers! Why the hell were they on my desk?” He snapped due to your calm reply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know… maybe because you were the one who suggested it?” You scoffed, finally looking up at him.

Taehyung looked like a mess. His hair was all messy which meant he probably ran his hand through it more than you can count, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips was swollen which meant he kept biting it.

“You can’t be seri-”

“What do you mean by that, Tae?! I wasn’t the fucking one who wished they shouldn’t have married me,” You cut him off angrily. Taehyung could feel the heat radiating off your body.

The fight started a few days ago, when you went to visit him at his office.

“Come in!” Tae yelled out as you opened the door.

“Hi baby, are you almost done? Our reservation is in 30 minutes,”

“Oh, shit! Y/N- love- fuck, I totally forgot about our reservation. I need to stay back and finish some paperwork,” He frowned.

“What? But- we’ve made these reservations for almost a month now. And you’re the boss, can’t you- I don’t know? Just finish it tomorrow or tell Jihyo to finish it? We haven’t been on a date night in forever,” You pouted, pleading him with your eyes.

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry! I am, but- I need to finish these by tonight for one of the most important meetings I have tomorrow, you know that. Maybe we can postpone it to next week or something?” Taehyung suggested, letting out a deep sigh.

He felt terrible, he really did, but it had slipped his mind! With so much going on at his business which was starting to get bigger, Taehyung just couldn’t keep track with such and such like these things.

“But Tae-,”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I really can’t tonight,”

You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying as Taehyung went back to doing papers.

“You never make time for me anymore,” You mumbled under your breath as you turned around, ready to get out of here and lay in bed and cry.

You didn’t think Tae would have heard what you said, but he definitely did. And for some reason, it spiked his anger.

“Cut that crap, Y/N. I make plenty of time for you!” He defended.

“Cut that crap? Really? So what, now my feelings are just crap? Gosh, Tae! You don’t even know how much I have missed you. And for fuck’s sake, I thought tonight would be the reminder I needed to know that you still care about me, but I was wrong! We barely spend time with each other anymore. You’re always staying back at your office everyday and you don’t even come until midnight! D-do you even love me anymore? Let alone, want me?” You finally let out your feelings, along with a choked sob.

“How can you even say that, Y/N? Oh, because I can’t make it to ONE date night, suddenly I don’t love nor want you anymore? Of course I love you! And of course I still want you! More like need,”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it at this very moment,” You fired back.

“You’re so annoying! If I knew you were going to be this annoying, I should have never married you!” Taehyung shouted, banging his hand down onto his desk.

If words could kill, it would be those words that just came out of Taehyung’s mouth. You found it hard to breathe within the second. It felt like you had just been stabbed in the chest with a knife.

“Baby- I didn’t mean-,” His face and voice softened at your expression and quietness.

You shook your head rapidly, turning around and dashing out of your husband’s office quickly before he could try to catch you.

“Fuck!” Tae yelled, kicking the side of his desk.

The flashbacks of that night surrounded Tae’s head quickly. He don’t know what overcame him that night, but everything he said was not true. It killed him to know that he would even say those words to you, angry or not. He didn’t mean it. None of it.

“Darling, you know I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so upset at myself for forgetting and then there was the paperwork I had to finished- fuck, I’m just so sorry. I promise you, I love you so much. You are my breath, my heart, if I don’t have you, I wouldn’t be alive. I married you because I love you more than life itself. You are everything to me, Y/N. And I’m so fucking sorry if I have done such a horrible job showing it as a husband,” Taehyung started crying, walking towards you because all he wanted was to hold you in his arms, to make sure you were still here.

You couldn’t help but started crying as well, wrapping your arms around your husband’s body as soon as he was within an arm reach, “I’m sorry for saying all that in the first place and being dramatic, I just missed you so much,”

“Shh, don’t. Your feelings are valid and you were not being dramatic. I’m really sorry I made you feel like that, baby. I’m your husband, I should remind you all the time how much I love and need you to the point where you’d wish I’d stop,” He quickly reassured you.

You nodded, tightening your grip on him, as if he would vanish from you in a second.

“Gosh, I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You are a dream to me. You’re always waiting until midnight just so you can have dinner with me even though by the time I come home you’re already asleep. You’re always keeping our little house clean and warm. You’re always welcoming me with open arms when I come home and you haven’t fallen asleep. What did I ever do to deserve you, darling? You’re perfect,”

Taehyung took a deep breath, pulling back and giving your forehead a kiss, “I love you, Kim Y/N. I have from the very first moment I met you, and I will until my last breath,”

“And I love you, Kim Taehyung. Until the end of time and after that,” You breathed out before smashing your lips onto his. You could taste and feel the salty tears on his lips, but you didn’t care. All you cared about at this very moment was Taehyung as you tried pulling him closer to you as if he wasn’t already as he pushed you down onto the bed, deepening the kiss.

You knew that the two of you were going to be okay as Tae made love to you that night and reminded you every second just how much he loves you.

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