#a y on his pointer and an e on the ring i think??? and maybe an r in the middle and a d or b on the pinky

[justmeinadaze]

Always Behind You: 5 Years Later (Eddie X You)

A/N: I had been having some PTSD nightmares of my own so this idea came to mind. <3.

Series Here/ Tip Jar

Warnings: Husband/Father Eddie Munson & Wife/Mother Fem Y/N, SMUT, handcuffed metalhead, dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love each other and Eddie loves his son.

ANGST, this is 5 years after the events of the last chapter and 6 years after their battle in the upside down. Eddie is having nightmares about "becoming a monster" and hurting the reader. An incident happens where while dreaming he accidentally hurts her (marks on her face are mentions after). Reader is worried about her husband and mentions it to Steve. Some typical PTSD behavior is displayed within Eddie (shortness in patience, snapping at reader, internalizing, jumpiness and anxious behavior).

Both mention past trauma with their parents (very brief).

As someone with PTSD, I know how hard it is to handle every day. Just know that if you are experiencing mental health issues of your own, you are not alone and your feelings are valid. You got this <3.

Word Count: 5194

Eddie pants as he continues to run through downtown Hawkins. Red lightening filled the sky as thunder cracked shaking the ground beneath him. His legs were sore but he couldn’t afford to stop; he had to get to you both. 

When he awoke, he was in the upside down again with Vecna towering over him. The demon’s wicked smirk terrified him but not as much as the setting around him. Somewhere far off, he heard you screaming and without hesitation ran towards the sound. 

When he found himself at your shared home, he ran to the door but found it locked. 

“Y/N! It’s me, baby! Open the door!”

The sky lit up again startling the metalhead before kicking at the wood in front of him. He was amazed that one swift kick was enough causing the door to fly off its hinges but he can’t think about that now. Tearing through the house, he hunts for you; you and his son. 

“Y/N?! Christopher?! Where are you guys!?”

Abruptly, your smell hits his nose and he follows it down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He found you talking to the closet door before immediately shutting it tight and turning to face him. 

“E-Eddie…”

His eyebrows furrowed at your scared tone. Maybe it was just fear from everything going on outside. 

“Baby, thank God you’re ok—” As he stepped forward, you stepped back, flinching as his hands reached for you. “Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Please, Eddie. Just go…”

The sound of sniffling pierced his ears and hit his heart. 

“Where’s Chris? Is he ok?”

“H-He will be if you leave now.”

“Y/N, I don’t—” As he took another step forward, he caught his reflection in the vanity mirror nearby. His skin was incredibly pale and his eyes were illuminating a bright red color that startled even him. When he gasped, he noticed his teeth were pointer than they had been before. “Y/N…what…what’s happening to me?”

“Please, Eddie. Just go.”

“Y/N, PLEASE! I don’t know what’s happening!” His body shoots towards you and grips your biceps making you wince. He was much stronger and faster now. “What happened, honey? Am I…is this hell?”, he whispered as tears left his eyes. 

A smell hits his nose again and he knows it instantly as he glances towards the closet doors. Noticing his eyeline, you push him hard away from you and block it with your body. 

“LEAVE! NOW!”

The anger came on so fast it was hard to control; it felt almost…natural.

“Or what?!”, he growled. “You can’t keep my son from me, Y/N!”

“I don’t want to but look at you! You’re not the man I married!”

Ringed fingers wrapped around your throat as he yanked you closer till his nose was touching yours. 

“You’re right.”  Your face scrunched in disgust as he inhaled the smell of your skin. “I’m better.”

Eddie shot up in bed, sweat drenching him as his panicked eyes took in his surroundings. He was in your shared home but you weren’t beside him. Hastily, he threw back the covers, practically sprinting to his son’s room to make sure he was there before breathing a sigh of relief when he found you both sleeping with your arms cuddled around his three-year-old’s tiny form. 

As carefully as he could, he lifted you from the bed and without hesitation you curled into his chest. After placing you under the covers of your own bed, Eddie too tenderly kissed your forehead and brushed some of your hair behind your ear. 

It had been 5 years since the incident with Andy and almost 6 since your battle in the upside down where he almost died. You both had continued to go to therapy to heal from everything that happened but every big event would occasionally instigate an episode. 

The night he proposed, you had nightmares of him being killed by those bats that would have you trembling in the corner of your bedroom for hours until Eddie was able to talk you back down. During your small wedding, you both were a bit more jumpy than normal. Nancy had brought the cake and when it came time to cut it, she asked Robin to grab plates. Being the beautiful, clumsy soul she was she accidently dropped a few causing a loud crash to echo through Hopper’s cabin. You jumped three feet in the air and Eddie promptly pushed you behind him to protect you before realizing everything was ok. 

When you found out you were pregnant, that seemed to trigger the most between you both. There were nights where Eddie wouldn’t sleep at all and you found him either chain smoking outside on the patio or in the baby’s room building things for him like his crib or a bookshelf. 

You yourself had become clingier, desperately needing him near you or at least within shouting distance so you knew he was safe. When your son was born, for those first few months Eddie gave new meaning to the word protective, snapping at people including you if he felt like whatever was happening could get his baby hurt. 

Thankfully, the good moments outweighed the intense ones. You both were wonderful parents especially your husband. Eddie showed him every metal band he could think of and Chris absolutely loved watching him play guitar. His little chocolate eyes would stare at his fingers as they moved and as soon as he finished a song, he would clap his little hands together. 

As a partner, Eddie was always doting and there when you needed him. He still took you on dates for some alone time and bought you little gifts just because he wanted to see you smile. 

Heading for the bathroom, the metalhead washed his face of the clammy sweat that still clung to him before staring at himself in the mirror. He still looked the same as he normally did all be it with frizzier hair and bags under his eyes. No fangs, red eyes, or a strong need to hurt the woman he loved. 

Sighing, he turned off the bathroom light and climbed back into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest as he kissed your shoulder. 

***

“Hey, no. Eat some of the strawberries, please.”

Chris sticks his tongue out at you making you giggle as Eddie smiles at the sound from the bedroom as he gets ready for work. Hopper was able to get him a salary income like you at the station fixing up the cruisers as well as anything else that may break around the building. 

As your husband comes around the corner, your son smiles his way as he waves in his direction.

“Hi, daddy.”

“Hey, kid. Causing problems?”

“No!”, the boy cackles as he covers his mouth. “Mommy mean.”

“Mommy’s being mean? What are you doing to him, witch?!”

“I’m forcing him to eat healthy. I know, I’m awful.”

Smirking, Eddie reaches into his son’s bowl and takes a bite of the strawberry, nodding his head and making tiny yum sounds before pretending to gag as he collapses behind the counter out of Chris’s view. After a few seconds, he jumps up and smiles wide. 

“Delicious. Ok, sweetheart, I’ll see you in about an hour?”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.”, he teases as he leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “See you later, bud.”

“Bye-Bye, daddy!”

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Eddie lazily smiles as you softly kiss up his chest, his new silver wedding band shining against the moonlight from the window as he tenderly pets your head. 

“Are you alright, Mr. Munson? I didn’t break you or anything did I?”

“No, Mrs. Munson, not yet anyway.” You grin as his thumb runs along your bottom lip. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Hm. Sounds like the orgasm talking.”

Your body moves with his as he laughs at your joke. 

“That may be part of it.”, he admits. “After everything we’ve been through, you were always there.  I love you so much, princess.”

Your lips connect with his and he wraps you in his arms as he spins you around until your underneath him. 

“I love you to, Eddie. I’ll always be there for you no matter what…freak.”

***

The metalhead jumped when your hand touched his back. 

“Fuck, Y/N!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie, I thought you heard me coming.”

“No, I didn’t! I’ve got my head under this hood; I can barely hear fucking anything! You have to be more careful, goddamn it!” Blinking, he promptly sees the hurt and worry in your face before anger replaces it and you turn to walk away. “Wait, wait, sweetheart. Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and I’m just…I’m sorry.”, he pleads after blocking your path. 

“I don’t care, Eddie. You don’t get to talk to me like that. It’s not like I snuck up on you on purpose or anything!”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry. What do you need, princess, tell me.”

“Steve and Robin invited us to a little thing they are having at their house tonight.”

“Oh, Y/N. Can we skip it tonight? Maybe we can do something—”

“We haven’t seen them in a while and I thought it would be nice to get out of the house, you know? Just you and me with our friends. Please.”

“Please, Eddie. Just go.”

Your words from his dream echoed clearly in his head as he stared past you into the void. 

“Eddie? Are you alright?” When he didn’t respond, you slowly stepped towards him and cupped his face in your hands. “Come back to me, honey.”

“I’m here, babe. I’m sorry. Like I said I had a rough night so…”

“Anything I should know about?”

The entire dream flashes in front of his eyes including your fear of him hurting you and Chris. 

“No, sweetheart. I’m just working too hard, ya know? Especially with your sexy ass distracting me. Get out of here.”, he teases as he spanks your behind with his bandana in his back pocket making you laugh. 

***

“Hey, bud.”, Steve calls as he steps out onto his back patio where the metalhead was smoking a cigarette. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, man. I’m fine. I just needed to come out here and get some air.”

“Hm.”

Eddie glanced his way before smirking and taking sip of some of the liquid in glass. 

“Y/N sent you out here, didn’t she?”

“Um, technically no.”, his friend laughed. “She was talking to Robin about how worried she was about you and she sent me to come check on you.” 

“She’s always worried about me which is fair after everything but—”

“It’s a bit suffocating?”

“It can be.”, he chuckles. “Uh, Steve, do you have any nightmares about…Vecna or the bats…anything like that?”

“Not in a while. Sometimes I dream about Y/N being upset with me because we couldn’t get you back to her.” Eddie’s swivels to stare at his friend. “Oh, yeah. I don’t know how much you remember but the way she was screaming for us in the upside down…I’ve never heard anything so heartbreaking… She loves you a lot.”

“Yeah… and I love her…”

“Have you been having any dreams or anything like that.”

Eddie knows he should tell Steve about what he saw. In therapy they taught him how to be more open when it came to things like this but he just couldn’t get over the fear in your eyes. Everyone in town already thought he was a murderer and if he went around telling people he was having dreams about hurting you what would they say? What would his best friends say? What about you? Would you leave him? Take your son and run for fear of your lives?

“Naw, dude. I’ve been good.”

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Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes in the small baby in his arms. It had been a rough birth but now that he was finally here and you were asleep, he was able to hold his son as he sat near your bed. 

“Hey Christopher. I’m your daddy.”, he whispers as he runs his thick finger over the little boy’s plump cheek. “Your mommy and I are so happy you’re here. You picked good parents because we love you so much. I love you…so much… no matter what happens, I’m always going to be there for you. I’ll be right behind you and mommy every step of the way.”

His son coos as his fist curls around his finger making Eddie smile. 

***

Eddie’s fingers wrapped tightly around your throat as he watched your eyes start to go dark. 

The closet door abruptly opens as Chris runs out of your bedroom and down the hall.

Dropping you to the floor, the man sprints after him as you try to stop him. 

“NO! Eddie, please!”

Tackling him to the ground, he tries to calm his son as he lifts him to his feet. 

“Christopher, it’s ok. It’s me. It’s daddy.”

“Not ma, daddy! Bad man!”

“No, buddy. It’s me. I’m going to get you somewhere safe, ok?!”

Behind him, he heard screeching as a dark cloud suddenly hovered over the house. Glass breaks in the bedroom and Eddie promptly falls to the floor to protect his son with his body.  The sound of the bats flying through the living room reverberate through his ears before he feels claws dig into his shoulder. 

“No! I won’t let you hurt him!”, he shouted as he extended his arm and swatted at the creature trying to grab him. 

You gasp loud enough to jolt your husband awake as you stumble fully to the ground grasping your cheek where his hand hit you. 

“B-Baby? Y/N?! Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to—”

“Daddy?”

Eddie’s head shot up to see Chris leaning against his doorframe with his favorite stuffed animal under his arm. 

“It’s…It’s ok, buddy. Everything’s ok. Just go back to bed.”

“Mommy? Are you ok?”

“She’s fine, Christopher, now do what I asked!”

Your son jumped at his father’s tone, never hearing him ever raise his voice and definitely not towards him. As he tried to brush some of your hair back so he could see your face, you roughly pushed him back as you got to your feet and powerwalked to the boy’s bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

***

The therapist’s gaze shifted between you and your husband as you both silently sat across from her on the couch. Sometime in the morning, you had left with Chris and didn’t come back till it was time for your session. 

“I have to ask, Y/N, because of what I’m seeing but is everything safe in your house right now?”

“I don’t know.”, you whispered causing Eddie to fold in on himself. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened that caused that bruise on your cheek?”

“I…I woke up and Eddie was gone. I heard him talking in the living room so I went to go check on him and when I grabbed his shoulder… he-he hit me…”

“On purpose?”

“Of course fucking not. I would never hurt my wife or my son.”, your husband growled. 

“You said you were protecting him.”, you responded as you continued to face forward. “You said ‘daddy is here’ and that ‘everything will be ok.’”

“Are you having nightmares again, Eddie?” Guiltily, he averted his gaze and your jaw tighten when you noticed out of the corner of your eye. “What’s going on, Y/N? What are you thinking?”

“He told me he was fine when I asked him if he was having nightmares and he told our best friend the same thing.”

“I thought I could handle it.”

“Well, obviously not.”, you snapped finally turning his way. “What if it had been Chris you hit!? What if you hurt yourself, Eddie?! We promised each other when things were getting bad again we would let the other know!”

“You think I don’t know that?! I didn’t think…!”, he paused, lowering his voice before continuing. “I didn’t think it had gotten that bad.”

“What were you dreaming about?”, the doctor asked.

“I don’t want to…I can’t talk about it…”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid. I don’t want people to think I’m unstable and come after me again. I have a family now and I won’t put my son through that.”

“I don’t believe you.” At your words, Eddie glares your way as his eyes narrow. “That may be part of it but…I’ve known you since middle school. I know when you aren’t telling me everything.”

The man’s lips pout as he gives his attention back to the therapist in front of him. 

“I…I don’t want her or my son to be afraid of me.” As his voice cracks, your heart breaks. “In my dreams, I think someone is coming to hurt her but in reality…it’s me. I’m the monster coming for her. How do I tell my wife, the woman I’ve been in love with since we were 13, who suffered through the worst experience of my life with me, and gave me a beautiful, sweet kid that I love with every fiber of my being…that I’ve been dreaming about hurting her?”

“DO you want to hurt her?”

Eddie’s eyes darkened as he glared at the doctor in front of him. 

“I’m not my father.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“NO. I don’t want to hurt Chris or Y/N. I would rather die than hurt them.”

“Is that why you didn’t talk to Y/N about it allowing you to suffer in silence?” The man blinked as he leaned back on the couch. He hadn’t thought of it like that. “But, Eddie, do you see how it still hurt them? If you had talked to her, maybe Y/N could have helped you.”

“Like that night I almost lost you…”

“Fuck me. Y/N, baby, I didn’t even—”

“I know. You didn’t think. You were playing fucking hero again sacrificing yourself for the people around you.”

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“Hey, bud. Can I tuck you in?”, Eddie asked his son as he leaned in the doorway outside the boy’s bedroom. When Chris quietly nodded, he took the picture book from the young man’s hands and laid down beside him. 

“Daddy? Why did you hurt mommy?”

A heavy sigh left his chest as the man pulled his child closer to his side. 

“That is a bit complicated but… before you were born mommy, daddy, uncle Steve, aunt Nancy and aunt Robin… went on an adventure that… left an impression on us.”

“Impession?”

“Yeah like, um, ok, you know when mommy gives you a big kiss before work and she gets lipstick stuck on your cheek? Kinda of like that.” When Chris nods and giggles at the explanation, Eddie beams down at him before continuing. “Even though we’re all safe now, sometimes we still get scared. That’s what happened last night. Daddy was having a nightmare and accidently… hurt mommy…but you know I would never hurt either of you on purpose. I love you both so much.”

The little boy nods again as he reaches up to wrap his arms around his chest to hug him tightly. 

“I know, daddy! I love ya to.”

Eddie held his son till he heard the soft breathes of him sleeping as he tenderly pet his curls. After tiptoeing out of his bedroom, he cautiously stepped into your shared one where he found you sitting on the bed with tears lightly falling down your face. 

“I like the analogy you made for him…with my lipstick…”, you smile as he takes a seat on the end of the mattress. “Eddie, you should have told me.”

“You’re right, honey. I should have…I just… like I said. How do I tell you or anyone that I dream of Vecna waking me up and turning me into a monster that wants to hurt you?” Your eyes blink in confusion as you wait for him to explain. “In my dream, I’m looking for you to protect you but when I find you…you’re afraid of me. You beg me to leave for Chris’s sake and when you won’t tell me where he is…” The metalhead averts his gaze at the thought as he stares into the memory. “What’s even worse is in my dream, I want to hurt you.”

“In your dream last night, were you hurting me?”

“No.”, he answers with a whisper. “Chris ran out from his hiding place and the bats were trying to get into the house. I was shielding him with my body when they crashed through a window and were tugging at my clothes… Y/N, I am so sorry. I would never hurt—”

“You’re not him, Ed; your father.” Your husband’s eyes meet yours as you wipe at your cheeks. “We’re always so focused on what we went through with Vecna that I think sometimes we forget the other things we’ve been through like…sometimes I have dreams that I’m demeaning you the way my mother did with my father or my mom takes Chris without telling me and I can’t find him. When I was pregnant and they told me he was a boy, I felt guilty for being happy because I was afraid if I had a girl…I’d hurt her like my mother did with me.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie cooed lightly as he placed himself beside you and you immediately climbed into his arms. “You’re right, baby. I didn’t even think… I feel like there’s this dormant Munson gene that could be awakened at any time, you know?”

“Like in your dream? With Vecna suddenly appearing and making you a monster?”

“Fuck.”, he breathes. “I should have talked to you, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t think about it like that. I thought I could handle it and I didn’t want to scare you or Steve.”

“Don’t leave me again, Eddie. Don’t sacrifice your wellbeing to ‘protect’ me. We love you to and we both need you here physically and mentally.”

“I know, baby, I know.”, he whispered as he kissed your forehead down to the bruise on your cheek. “This kills me. This will never happen again and I don’t care what I have to do.”

“Honey, you’ve come so far in the last 6 years. Yeah this was bad but I understand. Like the therapist says, ‘Healing isn’t linear.’ We’re going to falter sometimes but as long as we keep trying… we got this, freak.”

At your lighthearted change in tone, he chuckles in his throat as he leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Yeah, princess, we got this. Can I make it up to you?”, he murmured as his mouth traveled along the skin of your face. “Can I make you feel good?”

You don’t answer him verbally, choosing instead to adjust your body so you’re straddling his waist as your hands cup his cheeks and you continue to kiss him. 

“Hm. I have…an idea…”, Eddie smiles between each peck of your lips, clinging to your lower back as he tilts to the bedside table and produces his handcuffs that you two hadn’t used since before your son was born. “Why don’t you punish me tonight, baby?”

Giggling, you take them from his grasp and restrain his wrists to the headboard. 

“If you get uncomfortable or anything, you’ll use our word?”

The two of you weren’t exactly rough with each other but because of what you had been through sometimes something would trigger either one of you to where someone would get a bit carried away or panic. You wanted there to be an out just in case and no matter what you would stop till the other felt more comfortable. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, I will.”

Continuing to kiss him, Eddie groaned into your mouth as his hips subtly grinded up into your own desperately seeking friction. Climbing off to the side, your eyes never left his as you slowly disrobed and he ran his tongue along his lips at the sight of your beautiful body. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

As you smiled his way, your palms ran along his chest, grazing his scars that were beginning to fade as he grew older. You knew he was a bit self-conscious about them, choosing to wear a tank top in the pool or when he was out in the hot sun with friends. Chris never thought they were abnormal until visiting with your friends and Steve took off his shirt so you all could swim. 

“Hey, mommy. Uncle Steve look diff-er-ent.”, he announced as he pointed at the man’s chest. 

“Well, baby, that’s because—”

“Because your dad is a hero, dude.”, Steve grinned as he kneeled in front of the boy. “He helped save a lot of people including mommy but during the battle got hurt.”

“Wha you mean?!”

Your eyes narrow at the man as he panicked and looked your way. 

“You know how daddy likes to play his game with uncle Dustin? It was kind of like that. Daddy was a part of one of his own stories and got some ouches slaying a beast.”, you explain as your eyes widen playfully making him giggle loudly like his father. 

Over the years, he’s covered them with tattoos as well but because his wounds were so deep they were difficult to hide under all the ink. 

“And you are incredibly handsome.” Eddie smiles into your kisses, chasing your lips as you pull away. “You want to make me feel good?”

“Yes, baby, please.”

“You want to taste me? Make me cum with your tongue.”

“Fuck, yes, sweetheart. Use my face, pretty girl.”

Your husband didn’t even wait for you to be fully seated before his tongue was darting out to lick a stripe between your pussy lips. 

“Oh my God, Eddie.”

As your fingers pushed his hair back, you watched as his eyes closed and his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking on the little bud with loud smacking sounds that followed. Your hips began to roll as he flattened his tongue, pressing his head as far into you as he could making you moan. 

“Oh…just like that, baby. Fuck.”

His head shook from side to side and he opened his eyes just in time to see your other hand massage your breast as your thumb caressed your nipple. To him you were goddess, practically perfect in every way he could think of. 

Eddie always asked himself how he got lucky enough to find a woman like you. He fell in love with you the first moment he laid eyes on you and he knew then he would do whatever he could to make you happy. 

“Cum, princess. Cum all over my face.”, he begged and in return you rocked your hips harder until your body trembled and you obliged his request. 

His tongue didn’t stop moving till you slowly slid down his chest and your lips were on his again. 

“Fuck, you are so good at that.” Your husband’s breath filled laugh made you smile as you placed tender kisses along his chest. After removing his sweats and boxers, you straddled his waist and he moaned as you ground your dripping pussy along his shaft. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“I’m always ready for you, honey. Fuck.”

Beaming down at him, you tilt your forehead against his own as you reach between your bodies and guide his cock inside your core. 

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s it, Y/N. Ahhhh—say my name just like that. Take what’s yours, sweetheart.”

As you grind your hips, his mouth falls open in a silent moan as he feels your cunt clench around him. Biting your bottom lip to stifle the groans that want to break free, you lean your body back, bracing your hands on his thighs as you roll your waist at a hastened rhythm, feeling the head of his length repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“Jesus, baby, you are so fucking beautiful.”

“Eddie…I’m…”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, pretty girl?” Planting his feet into the mattress, he thrust upward causing you to tumble forward and brace yourself on his chest. “Keep going, Y/N. Fuck—I can h-help you.”

“Will you cum with me? Together?”

As your words pant out from your lips, he wishes he could touch your face but when he tries he’s pulled back by the cuffs holding him in place. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll cum with you… you and me, baby. We can handle anything—mmph—together.”

After nodding, your head hangs as you bounce on top of him, meeting each push of his hips with an equally hard slap of your own. As your body shakes and the coil snaps, you bury your face into his neck to muffle your loud moans of ecstasy and your pussy quivers around his cock, milking him as he paints your walls with his release. 

The sound of metal clanking wood echoes loudly over the beautiful noise of his breath in your ear and you blindly reach up to free Eddie from his restraints. 

As soon as one cuff pops off, he brings his arms down to wrap tightly around you as he pets your head. 

“Are you ok?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, just in love with the most perfect woman.”

After rolling you onto your side, Eddie quickly runs to the bathroom to find something to clean you with before helping you into one of his shirts as he slides on his boxers with a pair of shorts. His fingers run along your skin, lingering on the bruise near your cheek. 

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forgive myself for this.”

“I wish you would because I do.”

“I know but…”

“No buts, freak.”, you smile as he laughs. 

“So mean, princess.”

“DADDY!”

At the sound of his son, the metalhead doesn’t waste a second as he heads to the boy’s room and after a couple of minutes reappears with him in hand. 

“Someone had a nightmare, mommy.”

“Oh no, honey. Do you want to talk about?” Shaking his head, he immediately crawls into your arms as soon as your husband places him on the bed. “It’s ok, my love. We’re right here and we’re not going to let anything bad happen to you.”, you coo as you run your fingers through the little boy’s curls. 

“You’re safe with us, kiddo.”, Eddie adds as he climbs back into the bed and places his arm on your hip. “We’re always going to be there whenever you need us.”

The hand that had been comforting your son reached out to caress the face and he kissed your thumb as it ran along his lips making you softly smile as your eyes began close. 

That night Eddie didn’t have another nightmare and when he woke up you two were the first things he saw. Pulling you both closer to him, he silently thanked the universe for giving him his little family that he loved so much. 

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is that....yeah that's definitely the same thing right??????? they're letters but I can't for the life of me make out what they say

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paring: art major!k. tsukishima x fem!reader

genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader

a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!

hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ

“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.

“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”

You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.

You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.

“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.

“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.

“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.

He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.

“What inspires you?”

The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.

“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.

“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”

Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.

Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.

“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.

“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”

His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?

“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.

You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.

“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.

“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.

“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.

Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.

Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.

All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.

He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.

You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.

“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.

You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.

He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.

You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.

“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.

“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.

Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.

“I told you to stay still.” His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.

“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?

“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.

Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.

It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.

You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.

Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.

“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.

“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.

His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.

“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.

“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”

His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.

He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”

-Four Months Later-

You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.

“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.

“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.

“Of course it is.”

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How about another one? (Sunday Nights) (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

Welcome to part 4, the final part of Sundays at the Malfoy's! If I can find more ideas I might do a little thing for Saturdays as well, but for the Sundays, this is it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 3585 words

Warnings: This part includes smut! (it's probably really bad because I've never written smut before) I will mark it in the story, so minors and people who don't feel comfortable reading smut can just skip it!, now with that being said, breeding kink? maybe but not really, I think that's it, if I forgot anything please lmk

Even more soft and caring Draco!

I wish you a wonderful Sunday night!

What did the couple do on Sunday nights when the rest of the house slept, leaving only the two of them?

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On this particular Sunday night, you felt happy and content when you climbed into bed with your husband and skidded closer to him underneath the covers. Well almost. There was something that you seemed to miss. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet. You didn't really understand this feeling, you had everything you could ever want after all. A loving and caring husband, a kindhearted and healthy son, a beautiful home... You had it all. The perfect family. The perfect life. Even so, you somehow felt incomplete. Draco had noticed how your once relaxed posture changed to a more thoughtful one, your eyebrows scrunched together as you were deep in thought. "What's got you all worked up love?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm not sure..." you replied, getting a hum back from him in return. He'd just wait for a bit and give you a chance to collect your thoughts, he had been with you long enough to know that you'd talk when you felt ready.

"It's just-" a sigh passed your lips "I don't know Draco, I mean we have the perfect life. You gave me everything I could ever wish for, yet I- I still feel like-" Your husband was listening attentively, never breaking eye contact. The back of his hand made contact with your cheek as he gently caressed the soft skin there "like there's something missing?" he asked, finishing your sentence. You bit your lower lip and gave a slow hesitant nod, your eyes casting downward. Your gaze stopped at your intertwined hands and the shining wedding bands that graced your fingers. Absentmindedly you began playing with Draco's wedding ring. This action made him smile, especially when he felt your small hands twisting and turning the ring on his finger. You spoke up again after a few minutes of silence "I'm sorry Dray, I don't know why i feel this way, after all I have no reason to-" "There's nothing to be sorry for (Y/n). Besides, I've had this feeling for a little while as well" at that statement your eyes widened and you looked back up at him "In fact," he continued "I might actually know why- well, I mean I know why I feel this way." You were unsure what expression you expected to see on his face, but you certainly didn't foresee it to be a bright grin that reached his eyes. Now you were confused "I'm sorry what? Why are you smiling like that" The perplexed face you made, had him holding back a snicker. "Well, you see darling," he smirked "we've got everything we could ever want don't we? Or more like, nearly everything" His little riddles didn't help soothe you at all and you knew that he was aware of that fact if his signature smirk was anything to go by. "Something's missing in this perfect little family isn't it love?" he teased.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you don't get straight to the point, I will wipe that smirk straight off your handsome face" you growled, yet there was some kind of amusement in your voice. It calmed you a bit to see that he wasn't worried or as serious as you thought he would be. "Is that so?" he chuckled and pulled your face closer to his, his hand buried in your (h/c) hair "and how exactly do you plan on doing that, my love?~" At this point you could feel his breath on your face as he practically purred at you, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. After all this time, he still managed to make you feel like a giddy teenager.

"Like this" you exhaled and pressed your lips against his soft velvety ones. The blonde wasted no time, eagerly kissing you back and nipping at your bottom lip. Soon enough, his tongue had claimed your mouth as his territory like he had done so many times before. As soon as you broke the kiss and pulled apart, you were left practically gasping for air. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he leaned back in, in an attempt to capture your lips once more, but instead he was met with your pointer finger against his lips. "Ah-ah-ah, first you tell me what it is that's missing in our lives" Now you were the one with the smug expression, leaving Draco groaning in frustration. However, he soon regained his wits and confidence "How about I show you?~" the man whispered against the shell of your ear in a sultry voice, his teeth gracing against the skin of your ear lightly. After hearing that you immediately pushed him off of you and stared at him in confusion again, an eyebrow raised "What?" At this, the male laughed "I said let me show you." he repeated as if what he was implying in combination with the conversation topic made perfect sense, his fingertips trailing up and down your sides.

After seeing your quizzical look turn to frustration he had to stop himself. You were absolutely serious and as amused as he was, he knew not to mess with you in that state. "I think we need an addition" he stated simply. "An addition?" you asked "an addition to what exactl- oh!" One could practically see the gears turning and working in your head, before realization hit you. You looked at your husband with wide eyes, a hue of pink tinting your cheeks "You want another child?" His features softened as he took your hands in his, his thumbs found their way to the back of your hands and started rubbing soothing circles onto your knuckles. He gave a small nod, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you "But only if you want another one as well of course." he whispered, blushing slightly.

You sat there for a while, pondering if this really was what you were missing. This was an important decision. Had you thought about having another child with Draco before? Oh yes,countless times. You even imagined different scenarios. The thought of Scorpius as a big brother made you smile and so did the thought of spending your Sundays or any day really, with another child in your little family. When Draco noticed the smile creeping onto your face it ignited a spark of hope inside of him. He had always wanted at least two children, not that he wasn't happy with his son. On the contrary, he wanted another human being that he could love with all his heart without being scared of the consequences, he wanted Scorpius to have a sibling to play with, so the boy didn't end up like himself. Alone, broken, scared, unlovable and lost. He would still be that way if it wasn't for you, he thought. You had been his light, his rock, his everything. He had completely lucked out with you. Sometimes he still couldn't believe his luck. Hence why he treated you like a goddess, never taking you for granted. The moment you snapped out of your trance was also the moment you found piercing silver irises search your eyes for an answer. You didn't really know what to say though, so you just grinned and pulled him into a deep, loving and passionate kiss that left both of you breathless. "yes" you whispered, your voice getting louder with every word "yes Draco, let's have another baby!" You could feel your head being lifted up by his fingers that were placed just underneath your chin, before he pulled you in for another kiss. A smile appeared on the platinum blonde's face as he kissed you, pouring all his love into said kiss. "I love you (Y/n)" he exhaled after you broke the kiss. "I love you too Draco"

A mischievous grin made itself prominent on your face "Now, how about you show me how to get what we're missing, like you suggested before?" You implied and used your best, most innocent looking doe eyes as you gazed up at him, your fingers gently slid up one of his arms. Your husband's breath hitched slightly at watching your actions and feeling your fingers trailing up and down his arm. He didn't expect that you'd want to go for it right away, seeing as you had just made the decision and you were usually the kind of person to overthink every choice you made, the only choice you never thought twice about was loving Draco, but he was not one to complain about that. "Gladly~" the male purred, before pulling you into yet another kiss.

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The kiss was full of passion and had Draco groaning against your lips as he dominated your mouth and pulled you impossibly close. Soon enough, you found yourself a panting mess underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair while his roamed your body, loosening the robe you were still wearing in the process. You watched his steely eyes wander over your body, unintentionally biting your lip as your gaze was fixated on him. The way his fingers traced over your soft skin and skillfully unlaced your robe, completely slipping it off your body and the way he drank you all in with his eyes as his tongue moved over his lips in an attempt to wet them. You could feel your cheeks heating up slightly as you just laid there admiring him marveling at you. "Beautiful" he breathed out before he made eye-contact with you again and smiled softly at you. His eyes held so much love and adoration for you, yet you did not miss the glint in his eyes and the way they darkened with lust and to be honest, you probably mirrored his expression perfectly. This time though, it was you pulling him into another heated kiss, the way you tugged at his hair had a low groan emitting from his throat. You grinned into the kiss when you felt him shudder underneath your fingertips which by now, had untied his robe and were gracing along his chest, every once in a while you would drag your fingernails across his delicate skin. When your hands moved to his shoulders to push the robe down his arms and off of him he smirked and helped you by shrugging it off "Eager, are we?" he teased as he pulled himself from the kiss. "Very" you smirked "Especially with a husband like mine"

"Oh? Please do tell me more about this husband of yours." there it was. The cocky smirk he loved to show. You grinned, rolling your eyes and you were about to playfully flick his head, but before you could do so, his lips had found your neck, sucking and biting on the skin there and eliciting a breathy moan from you in the process. "Does he please you?" he asked, by now tracing open mouthed kisses from your neck to your collarbone. "mmm~ Oh yes he does" your voice sounded sultry "In a way no one else can." By now, Draco had one hand on your breasts, fondling them softly. His mouth hovering over one of your nipples before sucking on it and when he released it again he started to blow on it. At this, your nipple perked up immediately and by the time you felt the fingers of his previously unoccupied hand ghosting over your clit you were a moaning mess.

"Would you look at that, you're already a complete mess and I have barely even touched you, my darling" the platinum blonde crawled back up to you, his breath fanning over your face. Gently he swiped a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and giving you his sweetest, most loving smile. Even after countless years of marriage, this man could still make butterflies swarm your stomach with ease. You were like putty in his hands and he knew it. Oh he definitely knew. You flashed a bright smile back at him and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck again, pulling him closer to you in the process. Your breath hitched when the hand that had been toying and gently tracing figure eights on your bundle of nerves moved through your folds and stopped in front of your opening, tracing circles there now in order to tease you. You were unconsciously rolling your hips against his hand when he pressed his lips against yours again. The feeling of his hard-on pressing against your thigh became more prominent with each passing second. One hand left your husbands back and instead wandered downwards, lightly stroking his shaft, leaving Draco moaning into the kiss and soon you were gasping into the kiss as well, as you felt two of his fingers slowly enter you. "You are soaked, my love" he purred into your ear as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at an intense speed "all this, for me?" His voice turned you on even more as you laid panting and moaning underneath him "Uh-huh. All of it for you Draco" was all you could mange in your state.

"I need you" you whined, pushing his hand away and leaving your husband groaning in the process. "If that's what you desire my dear wife, then I shall not deny you your wish" More moans tumbled from your lips as you felt him aligning his cock with your entrance. He was peppering your face with kisses as he teased you with his tip, sliding it through your wet, glistening folds and lightly bumping against your clit. "Draco" you groaned and practically begged him "please"

"Please what (Y/n)?" he questioned as he slowly started pressing into you. A gasp left your mouth at the familiar and very pleasurable feeling of him stretching you out and you arched your back, trying to thrust your hips upwards "please fill me up and plant a baby in me." With that he kissed you and fully thrusted into you, all your moans swallowed by the kiss. Draco's thrusts were long, slow and deep, reaching spots within you that no one else could ever reach, not in the same way he did. Within minutes, he had you seeing stars as you laid sprawled out for him, your head thrown back onto the mattress of your shared, king sized bed. You were stunning to him and he could always watch you in this state. Your hair spread over the pillow, delicious moans, his name and some curse words, leaving your throat and the thin layer of sweat that covered both of you had you glistening and he was starstruck by the sight before his eyes. The love of his life, vulnerable, fully under his control and falling apart underneath him and all the while, completely trusting him. "Draco! mmm right there!" you called out and he followed your command, the speed of his rhythm picking up slightly, as he kept pounding into you with the same strength, repeatedly hitting the spot that made your sight go fuzzy "like that?"

Another moan "YES! Draco, I'm-I'm about to" you wrapped your legs around his hips and locked them there, allowing Draco to go even deeper as your walls fluttered around him seeing as you were on the brink of your orgasm "go on then, cum all over me" he moaned and pressed more open mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck. "Fuck (Y/n) I'm close" he groaned. You felt his breath hot against your neck as his thrusts became sloppier "Please Draco, fill me up all the way" you practically screamed as you came around him. Your words and the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him, had him toppling over the edge as well "(Y/n)!" he moaned your name out loudly as he came hard inside of you, coating your insides with his sperm.

There you laid together, trying to catch your breath, Draco still hovering over you. When he pulled out he made sure to push the overflowing remains of your mixed juices back inside of you. The feeling had you shuddering and squirming due to how sensitive you were. "Don't want any of this to go to waste, now do we?" he grinned.

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Your husband flopped down next to you and pulled you into his arms, where you immediately settled and snuggled into his side, your head on his shoulder. His fingers traced along your stomach gently as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and just as he was about to speak up, the door to the bedroom burst open, leaving a distressed looking Scorpius in the middle of the room. The boy looked terrified as he tried to take in his surroundings "Scorpius? What's wrong, love?" You questioned in a soothing voice, while it did sound soothing you also sounded tired and completely exhausted. When your son finally looked up at you he ran to the bed and climbed onto it. He was looking for comfort in your arms and immediately clung onto you "shh. shh mommy and daddy are here" you hummed, wiping the fallen tears off his face "I thought you were hurt" the child spoke up, trying to calm down in your embrace. "Us? Hurt?" Your husband questioned. "uh-huh there were so many noises and then mommy screamed and-and then you shouted mummy's name and I-I thought you were attacked"

Draco's pale cheeks tinted pink and you felt heat rising to your face as well, while you desperately tried to hold back a laugh and judging by the other adult's face, he was holding one back as well. "Well as you can see, all is well. We're perfectly fine, but thank you for worrying so much about us" The four-year-old, seemed extremely relieved after hearing those news, but then he asked the question you were dreading to hear "What were you doing then?" "oh, um...well-" The platinum man cut you right off "We were playing a game, we didn't realize we were that loud buddy, sorry for waking you up" A breath of relief passed your lips. It was moments like these that you were thankful you married someone who could come up with excuses on the spot and sell them really well. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" the boy asked innocently. You giggled and ruffled his hair "well you're already here aren't you honey? I'll just get my nightgown first, okay darling? Then we can cuddle" A bright smile appeared on your son's face and he nodded his head in excitement. You got out of bed quickly to get dressed, your legs still a little shaky, your husband also joined in on getting dressed.

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It was nice to cuddle with your family and the thought of hopefully having another baby cuddling in bed with you some day, filled you with joy. You kissed the two goodnight and enjoyed the warmth and comfort you all shared. It had been an exhausting day and you would probably fall asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

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You were about to drift off to the world of dreams when you heard the youngest one speak up again "Can we play that game together next Sunday?"

At that your eyes shot open again. "NO!" the two of you exclaimed simultaneously. "Why no-" you cut him off right away "It's late Scorpius try to sleep okay?"

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Generally, Sunday nights were filled with cuddles and love. They were peaceful nights spent together. Nights where the world was quiet and calm. Nights where you often reflected on how far you've come already and where the future would take you. It had been a hard and long journey to reach this point of happiness in your life, you won't deny that, but it was absolutely worth it.

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Sundays at the Malfoy's were always nice and full of quality family time because Sundays were reserved solely for family.

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[jjmaybnks]

i get to love you- jj maybank

summary; yours and jj’s story 

word count: 1.1k

so i wrote this inspired by the song “i get to love you” by ruelle. i highly recommend you listen whilst reading!!

i hope you enjoy my lovelies! i’m also taking requests so please if you have a request please let me know!! also not my gif if its yours please msg me and i’ll give u creds.

one look at you, my whole life falls inline

you knew he was your person. when you first saw him those many months ago on the boneyard, a beer in one hand and his hat in the other. you weren't sure what it was that drawn you to him, maybe it was his blonde shaggy hair that fell in front of his face, sculpting him out beautifully. or maybe it was his laugh. his deep laugh that could make even the darkest souls smile. it could have been his smile, the ways his cheeks creased and the way his eyes closed. you weren't sure but you knew that you fell hopelessly in love with him before you even uttered two words to him. you felt calm, safe even. knowing he was there was enough to make you smile, make you feel like the happiest girl alive.

it shocked you that he even noticed you, you didn't attract a lot of attention but how could he not, he thought you were beautiful. he admired how your (y/h/c) hair was tucked behind your ears and the way you twirled some loose strands of your hair around your pointer finger. the way your (y/e/c) eyes seemed to shine in the light, making him lose all sense of thought. all he could think about was you. he knew that he loved you before he even uttered two words to you.

i prayed for you before I called you mine

he was all that you wanted. he was who you dreamed about before you fell asleep at night. he was the prince charming you read about when you were younger, the prince charming you consistently thought about, hoping he'd sweep you off of your feet one day. and he did. on a calm evening, february 6th. you'd always remember that date, it was when he made you his.

"(y/n) i can't stop thinking about you, you're on my mind when i open my eyes and the last thought i have right before i sleep" jj breathed out nervously, looking you in the eyes. he found the confidence to carry on his speech before you could interrupt, he knew you would have. "i just want to make sure you're okay and happy and safe and fuck i can't even begin to explain the way you make me feel inside, like, one million tingles flow through my body, when i see you, when i hear your voice or your cute laugh, fuck (y/n/n) i love you" he finished off, rocking on the balls of his feet whilst he waited for your reply.

you smiled, wider then you have in your life. there was nothing you could say, so you did the one thing you've dreamed of doing for as long as you could remember. you stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a long-overdue kiss. it was true. everything they said. the fireworks that you feel right now, felt like nothing you ever felt before. your lips moulded perfectly with his, your body was tingling with pleasure as his hands gripped your waist.

you were all that he wanted, he remembered his mom talking about love a lot when he was a young boy, just before she left and how one day he'd meet the girl he would do anything for, the girl he would fall effortlessly in love with, and that girl happened to be you.

i get to love you, it's the best thing i'll ever do

you were happy, the happiest you've ever been, every day seemed to be another adventure you'd face and it was worth every minute, as long as you were with jj. he was your rock. he kept you grounded just as you kept him. he was your best friend.

"do you ever think about our future jj?' you asked him, whilst playing with his rings that littered his fingers, whilst his fingers ran through your hair, removing any knots you may have had.

"all the time baby" he replied, his eyes fluttering shut before he continued speaking "we get married, on the beach, where we first met and i knew i was in love with you. we have some children and god i hope they look like you, you're stunning baby" he grinned as he saw the light pink blush coat your cheeks. your smile never faded as you pulled him in for a loving kiss.

it's a promise I'm making to you

you never wanted to let jj down nor did he want to let you down. you would always be there for him, no matter the circumstances, if it was a fight with topper or rafe, or if it had to do with his dad. you would always be there for him.

"i got a jet going straight in my butt right now, y'all should get in immediately, ya hear me, salud" jj almost shouted pouring more alcohol into his glass before he quickly downed the rest in the glass bottle.

"how much did this cost?" pope had asked with a look of both confusion and concern on his face.

"well, with the generator, the petrol, and, oh hey, express delivery, huh pretty much all of it, yeah all of it" jj replied notchantely, you could tell he didn't care and god, your heart was breaking for the poor blonde boy who was broken in front of you.

"you spent all of the money in one day?" pope had questioned rather aggressively, his eyes going wide.

"guys you only live once, right, enough of this emotional shit get in the cats' ass, c'mon" jj was broken, and only you could help him heal, to mend his broken heart.

you sat there in shock, whilst pope and kie were talking about what he could have done with the money he stole from barry, when he suddenly stood up "well you know what, i didn't do that. i got a hot tub. for my friends. for my girl. i got a hot tub for my friends and my girl. you know what screw friends, i got a hot tub for my family" you saw the bruises on his stomach and instantly knew they were from his father.

"baby, it's okay, i'm here, i know you're hurting right now but i'm here and i love you. i promise, i'm not going anywhere" you gently walked closer to the hot tub and stepped in, not caring about your clothes that were now dripping wet, you just wanted jj to be okay.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours found the back of his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible. he needed you, he needed all of his family. he started crying, mumbling into your shoulder and he squeezed you against him so you didn't leave him. you'd never leave him.

"i can't take him anymore" jj sobbed uncontrollably

"it's okay baby, you can stay with me, my family loves you, baby i promise it's going to be okay" you assured him swaying gently in the hot tub whilst you played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

and that is the exact moment when you promised you'd never let jj down, you couldn't, just like he'd never let you down.

i get to love you it's the best thing that I'll ever do i get to love you it's a promise I'm making to you whatever may come, your heart, I will choose forever I'm yours, forever I do

"i love you jj maybank, forever im yours, forever i do"

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[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

dings a rinky triangle right next to your head Hi guys, it's fic time! I actually put this up last night but I'm telling you right now. It's had a few hours to cool, like a pie out of the oven, but made of words. This chapter will actually contain mentions of ssssself harm, so viewer beware, i guess.

His world stays dark, even though he knows he’s opened his eyes. He tries to understand that, brain feeling foggy. He must be somewhere dark. He’s laying on his back. He can hear muffled voices, maybe, over him? He’s under something. He lays there, listening, but he’s too tired to even try to understand, and the voices are too muffled to be anything recognizable. Maybe, if he really strains, he can hear a familiar voice, or someone who sounds like his baby sister, but the only word he manages to understand is “invisible.”

He falls back into a restless sleep.

The next time he’s able to shake exhaustion from his mind, he tries to sit up. It’s easier than he thought it might be. This time, more aware of himself, his body feeling less destroyed, he actually tries to understand where he is. It feels like he’s laying in dirt, or under dirt, in a mountain of it, the usual soft scent of freshly turned earth overpowering. It still hurts to move, but he forces himself to, clawing upwards, through the dirt, until he reaches a wooden plank, which he goes through, like he’s not even there.

It’s a box, containing something foul smelling. A coffin… he’s inside a coffin. Juno buried him below a pine box, in someone else’s grave. The inside of it stinks, like decay and chemicals, and he doesn’t stop to take in whoever this used to be, just pushes up, and out, until he emerges from the ground like a zombie, like Night of the Living Dead. The ground around him is grown over with grass, and he grabs at it, using it as much as he can, as he crawls from someone’s grave, until finally, he pulls himself free from the earth, and lays there, taking breaths he doesn’t need, to clear the smell of the body from his nose. His suit and trench coat are filthy, but that barely registers, at this point. There are more important things to worry about, like getting home- He sits up, catches sight of the gravestone.

Emily Deetz Devoted Wife, Beloved Mother “Whom Most We Love Reach First the Golden Gate, Leaving Us Desolate”

He stares at the etching on the stone, and feels something in his mind snap, like a rubber band stretched too tight. He’s seeing the world through a fisheye lens, his vision distorted, blurry, as he tries to understand exactly what just happened. Juno made him crawl out of his own mother’s grave. The body he still reeks of was Emily’s. He sits there, a long time, not feeling much of anything, only able to stare, replaying that memory, over and over, and the only thing that makes him move is the sudden realization of what grass over a grave could mean. Emily’s been buried long enough for it to grow. How long has it been since he’s been home? He does his best to push this fun new trauma down, as far as it will go. He’s got to get back to his family. What’s left of it, he thinks, humorlessly.

He stands, off balance, and wipes some of the dust and dirt from his face, and finds that, annoyingly, his glamour has slipped, and it refuses to reapply. Maybe he’s too drained, though he’s not sure how he’s going to get back home, clearly looking as deranged as he must. He’s too exhausted to teleport, and he wanders around the cemetery, avoiding the few people there as much as he can, as the sun dips low, and vanishes. At least by that point he can force his teeth and ears to resemble normal human’s. The moss and eyes, well, he’s too worn down to care. So he’ll look like an extra grubby hobo, he thinks. That’ll have to be his new look, for now.

He reaches a gate, and leans on it, and then falls through it, and blinks, confused. He’s never been intangible by accident, before. Usually it takes concentration to make his solid form incorporeal. He stands, straightens out his suit collar, adjusts his sleeves, fiddles with his tie, as he thinks. There’s got to be someone around here who can call his family for him, or at the very least, a cab. The cemetery is growing darker, and his attention is drawn to the far off flicker of candles. He feels a pull, and he approaches, taking in what he sees.

It’s a group of five teenagers with an Ouija board. Predictable. He snorts, and expects that sound to alert the kids to his presence, but they don’t even turn to see what the noise could be. He steps closer, until he’s fully illuminated by the glowing ring of candles around them, and he tries to be friendly. “Hey, just a normal livin’ adult human man, in a cemetery, at night, approachin’ a group of children. You kids wanna be helpful an’ call me a cab?” BJ tries, but he’s ignored. The kids don’t even look in his direction. He remembers being a snot nosed teen, but this is a bit much. His blood boils, and he leans down, claps his hands in one of the teen’s faces, and she responds to that, but not in the way he wants. “I think I just felt a cold spot!” she tells her friends. “In front of my face, just now!” “Calm down with that,” a red haired girl shoots her a look. “We haven’t even started yet, and you’re already having a spiritual experience. Yeah, right.” “No you guys, really!”

“Lookit me,” he interrupts them. The children continue to squabble. His gut clenches. “Look at me!” he demands, storming to the center of the circle, and kicking at their stupid board game. His boot goes through it. They don’t react. Why would they, he realizes, sinking to sit on top of the board.

He’s invisible.

He tries to recall everything Juno had said, as he’d struggled to keep conscious, while impaled. Loneliness. Invisibility, being at the command of the living. Being… forgotten. No, no, NO- His impending freak out is stymied when he feels hands go through him, and he shoots up, hovering over the board game, as the teens below him react. “Oh my god, total cold spot! Should we like, make a note of that?” “Come on, come on, let’s start, while there’s still someone or something here!”

The five teens lean forward, each placing fingers on the planchette. “Is there anyone here?” one of them asks.

Betelgeuse stares, and feels a tug, again, clearly coming from the board. He knows some demons use these things to play with their food, before they eat, so he gives it a go, and floats over the game, head down, feet in the air, like he’s diving underwater. Maybe these kids can actually help him. He pushes the planchette with one finger, to land on “Yes.”

“Did you do that?” one boy asks, and the group devolves into the kids blaming each other, and he rakes his hands down his face, and tries to move the planchette, again, but they’re too busy squabbling, they’re not touching it anymore. Fuck, this is frustrating. He’s never wanted a group of teenagers to drop dead as badly as he does right now. Finally, they put their hands back on the pointer, and ask another question. “Are you friendly?”

This time, he pushes the planchette to spell, instead. “S-U-R-E.” “That doesn’t instill a lot of confidence,” the redhead from before mutters. “What do you want?” He nudges the pointer along, painstakingly slow. “H-O-M-E.” “You want to go home?” “YES.”

“For fuck sake, yes,” he groans, and then perks as one asks, “How can we help you?” Well… he’s not actually sure. He squints, trying and failing to recall everything Juno had said. How is he supposed to work with this curse thing, when he doesn’t know the rules? He digs his hands in his pockets, frustrated, and then blinks, because there’s what feels like a business card there, one that he doesn’t remember. He pulls the paper from his pocket, studies it.

BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE

He remembers the way Juno had chanted his name, before he’d lost consciousness. That must be it, then. His name is his burden.

“M-Y-N-A-M-E-T-H-R-E-E-T-I-M-E-S”

“Oh, wait, wait, guys, I’ve heard of this,” one of the girls gasps. “Demonic entities, they have you do things in threes, to mock the trinity, you know, father, son, and holy ghost. It’s a demon thing! We might be talking to a non-human spirit!” “That means we can’t trust it, right?” A boy asks, and they all look uneasy. He steers the planchette around the board, desperate. “W-A-N-N-A-H-O-M-E-P-L-Z.” The redhead wrinkles her nose. “Do demons use chat speak?” she asks, glancing around the group.

“O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-U-K-I-D-S-A-R-E-K-I-L-L-I-N-M-E.”

“I’m not afraid. Tell us your name, spirit!” a boy calls, and he gives the planchette a push, intent on spelling it. The pointer doesn’t move. “Come the fuck on!” he growls, but it doesn’t matter how much strength he puts into the action, he can’t move the dinky plastic piece to spell out his name.

“Spirit? You there?”

“F-U-C-K,” he spells out, in a rage, because this is pointless, he’s too exhausted and sore to think of how to make this work, and he just wants to go home, and see what’s left of his family. He growls again, and then snuffs all the candles in the circle, all at once, causing the kids to scream, and scramble, and that, at least, forces a rictus grin from him. He’s always enjoyed the sounds of terror. He leaves the children tripping over themselves in the dark, and decides he’s going to have to make his way home the old fashioned way- floating. At least he doesn’t have to walk, he supposes, tucking his legs under himself, and he floats invisibly out of the cemetery, and down the sidewalk, trying to focus on how good it will be to see Lydia and Charles, and not on how they won’t see him, and especially not on how every part of him, physically, emotionally, mentally, is hurting. read the rest over here~ If you're totally lost, I find starting at the beginning of something often makes the middle of something make better sense. So you can start at the very beginning right HERE

[jae-canikeepyou]

| hey m.v.p. | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: okay. this is not the first that i’ve written a scenario based on basketball, so i hope this can maybe(?) make your hearts giddy again? also! it’s really not proof read nor well written but please do enjoy reading! hehehe 🥰 ~j.

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the continuous, long, ringing sound of the impact from the bouncing amber colored ball boasted its decibels at the outdoor mini court.

today was another date with your boyfriend; a varsity basketball player of the university. unlike most couples, girls would wait for their darlings to finish a game. for you however, would join him for a one-on-one match. serious or not he’d always let you play; not because he would go easy on you, but because you knew how to take on his challenge.

jaehyun called a timeout, noticing how heavy you exhaled and your lungs struggled to catch breath. he tossed you a bottle and you gladly took it to quench yourself. he watched you standing at the center of the mid-court, the sun’s rays acting like your glowing background, defining beauty and a heaven-sent figure he was blessed to have.

feeling squirmy and shy around you was something he couldn’t resist to feel out in the public. he was affectionate with skinship and you didn’t mind that at all.

“baby!” you jogged towards your boyfriend, helping him wipe the rolling beads of sweat by his temples and forehead. “teach me how to nail a through-the-leg shot.”

“why?” he interlocked his fingers behind you so you wouldn’t escape.

he copied and mimicked your whines because it was the nth time you have asked him, and he always refused to teach you. “but every time i do it i miss a shot-” your words close to inaudible but jaehyun understood what you meant and he pressed his lips. “-or i end up falling.” you shrugged.

“y/n. your form’s okay. it’s just your jump landing and timing.” he pinched your cheeks lightly. “i wanna teach you but i don’t want my baby to get hurt, so no.”

you took the towel that was placed on his head as he took the ball, feeling bummed that this time yet again he wouldn’t teach you. he gestured you to go to him and you obliged no matter how salty you slightly felt towards him.

a short break was enough for you both to continue with the sport. with all the small matches you’ve played against him, there was one thing you’ve always known: jaehyun was very competitive, so whatever ball game or any game you both played, he was always, always going to play it better. you loved how concentrated his eyes were, the tiny smirk when you were open, the deepening of his dimples once the ball went in the hoop, and the victorious stretch of his arms as he celebrated.

he dribbled the ball and you tried to steal it away from him, but given your smaller frame with his, he probably held himself back and went a little lenient to you. “there’s a game that mark taught me. it’s called h.o.r.s.e. we played it for at least thirty minutes. wanna give it a shot?” he stopped moving and spun the ball on his pointer finger.

“okay!” you cheered, making him smile wider at the willingness you showed. “how does it go?”

“i’ll do a move and you follow what i do, but you’ll gain a letter if you failed to shoot. the game ends when either of us reaches ‘e’.” he tossed the ball to you. “i’ll let you start.”

“hold on, i feel hot.” you dropped the ball to hold in between your feet, and removed the thin layer of jacket sticking to your skin. you wore a loose white crop top over the new sports bra you bought and grey sweatpants.

jaehyun averted his gaze although he blushed unnecessarily at your carefree action. he cleared his throat from thinking of unnecessary thoughts entering his brain. he tossed you the ball again and the game started with you doing a simple free throw; followed by his layups and double clutch. the punishment were always the same; buy food for the other. this time you didn’t want to lose and made sure you make the shot while he misses.

he began to smirk, something he’d usually do to signal you. the battle was on. there was no way he would lose this, so he went for a move that he knew you wouldn’t do. you guessed it, the through-the-leg shot. however he groaned right after he realised what he had done, and was too late when you got the ball in your palms.

you attempted the move and just when you thought you had it, the ball missed the ring and fell— so was the view before your eyes, you were falling too. the good thing was you managed to get on your toes, but collapsing on your knees afterwards.

“aww, that’s an ‘e’ for me.” you hissed and laid down on the ground, defeated again.

“it’s okay.” he helped you up and hugged, but you immediately pulled yourself away from him.

“tsk, you’re sticky.” you ran towards the bench, to no avail he picked you up and turned you non-stop. “put me down jae.”

jaehyun loved spoiling you the way he could get his chance upon, that included almost every little thing you did— from the pursed lips when you were feeling embarrassed to your breaking smile that sent his heart flying everywhere. however, he wasn’t the only one you sent his heart flying and bursting in the sky.

it was a given that in the campus, you weren’t part of the ‘visual spectrum’ the students have created, but it was your beautiful soul and kind-hearted personality that attracted them to you. and jaehyun was pulled to you like a magnet once his friends continuously nudged each other that one time at the locker hall. since then he was one of those secret admirers who skilfully and secretly left you letters after class, a carton of juice or milk in your bag, and offered you an umbrella on rainy days.

you didn’t like the attention, in all honesty you weren’t even craving for some. there were worries whether if you had done something wrong that caused them to talk about you all the time despite being a transfer student of the creative media department. so that one day when your friend invited you to watch a basketball match, it was when you saw jaehyun for the first time.

the team noticed your existence at one area of the blenchers. imagine the impact they gave when they all stared at you like meerkats and yet smiled like adorable quokkas. one certain quokka however got your attention, well not because he had dimples, but because he was hit in the face with a basketball.

let us all say you became friends and he invited you to be in his group project. great chemistry and ideals for each other. what made jaehyun fall for you even more was that, you played basketball, just like him.

the memory of that time was interrupted with jaehyun leaving you at the bench, off to somewhere the heavens knew where. as you waited, your eyes led to the ball, tempting you to try out the skill you’ve always failed at. this is the chance, you thought. dribbling the ball several times, your attempts to try it failed miserably again.

you stood right at the arc of the lines beneath your shoes. determination fired your eyes and felt like goku from the dragon ball animation. the repetitive sentence echoed your ears, telling yourself ‘you could do it’. however that was stopped when players you’ve never seen before circled around you, almost hovering your small frame.

“hey, mind if we.. teach you?” they offered, but their intentions were very transparent. and you should’ve worn your jacket.

“no thanks. i pretty much can handle it myself.” you picked the ball up and went back to the bench, only to be stopped halfway when one of them grabbed your wrists. “let go.”

a smug look on their faces had you stepping backwards. “little miss killjoy, we’re offering you help-”

“she’s already gotten help.” jaehyun soon came behind you and your back hit his chest.

“who the heck are you?” they asked as if putting up a front would scare him.

“i’m her boyfriend and i’d appreciate it if you lot stop staring at her like that.” he let you sit on the bench once they scurried off, placing his towel on your head that was large enough to reach your lap. “from now on you’re wearing my my jacket and don’t take it off.”

you gulped when he stared into your eyes, full of worry and as if he sent protective shields to wrap around you. “the weather’s getting hot jae, and do you want me to die out of so much heat?”

“it’s better than getting your skin so exposed like earlier. you know you attract guys in the way i can’t tolerate.”

ah this argument again. more fingers and toes were needed to count because this wasn’t the first time jaehyun has been protective of you; although you couldn’t really blame him as to the whole campus— maybe to the majority of your admirers, he did win your heart. it wasn’t that you hated that side of him, you couldn’t bring it up to tell him that it limits you to be free.

a sigh was heard from your lips, catching his attention and he knelt down to see you properly. “but i’m not hiding anything!” you whined, removing the towel and jacket all at the same time, jaehyun startled at your childish response.

he arched his brows like he had something up in his sleeves. “really? you’re not hiding anything?” his palms reached for the ends of your sweatpants. he pulled and rolled them up until the fabric reached your thighs.

“what are you- look jae i swear i’m not hiding-” you then hissed at the pain soon as the wind hit your wounded, scarred knees.

“well?” he asked, tearing off the plaster packaging with his teeth and cleaned the wounds on both. “you’re not good at hiding something like this though.”

a spread of heat and embarrassment crawled your cheeks. “how did you know?”

jaehyun let out a soft chuckle. “you’re easy to read, honey.” he planted a kiss on your forehead and sat beside you. “you should’ve told me you’re in pain- why are you staring at me like that?”

he saw how your eyes widened and they asked for a quick stare contest. he was definitely lured into you, and that wasn’t new to him. “what?” he questioned again.

“ugh no good. i can’t read you at all.” you defeatedly laid on the bags. “i was confused why you left so suddenly. i thought you felt guilty because i lost the game and that you bought us snacks. i didn’t know you went all the way to tend me.”

“at the beginning of our relationship i told you i’ll treat you like a princess.” he pulled you close to him. “so let me treat you like one.”

“i’m no damsel in distress.” you rolled your eyes, a faint smile curving by the corners of your lips.

“uh clearly you were? i saved your butt from those guys.”

“and you saved me again with this.” you pointed at the carefully-plastered knees of yours and nudged him. “m.v.p.”

jaehyun felt you kiss his cheek, stunned with the title you named him. “i call you all cute nicknames and that’s all i’m gonna get? and you know i’m already the m.v.p.” his bummed voice caused you to giggle.

“not in basketball.” you reasoned.

“you expect me to play ‘guess the word’ now? because y/n, i’m not in the mood for-”

“you’re my valiant prince. m. v. p.”

jaehyun now laid on your lap, covering his ears at sudden nickname; obviously was awestruck and have never blushed so hard in his entire life.

[they-callme-ami]

Playing with Fire, Part 3 (Tobias x Black Fem!MC, SMUT)

If you couldn’t tell by the title, this is gonna be smutty and have smut.  You have been warned.

Wordcount: 1986

@indescribablybre @anotordinarygoldfish

@tyrils-star

The two of you were inside of Tobias’s townhouse...in his living room...you were on the couch, on top of him, kissing him deeply...he flipped you two over and grabbed your thighs, picking you up in his arms and heading towards another room...the bedroom.

“Hey...before this...continues...do you want to have sex with me Y/N? We can just keep kissing--or stop immediately now.” He asks while caressing your cheek softly. Your heart swelled with joy...it was sweet, seeing him so vulnerable like this...so caring...focused on what makes you feel safe and comfortable.

“Yes, I do… do you? This is a 2 person job y’know..” you smile and he grins.

“I do….so...so bad.” he rasps against your throat. The two of you continue to kiss, your fingers running along his arms slowly as your legs stay around his waist, not wanting to let him go just yet….

“Move….move your arm...” you giggle. Tobias pulled away and licked his lips before biting his lower one, smirking.

“That’s not my arm.” He whispers, moving your hand to his….well, his not-arm. Fuck.

After that revelation and a quick pep talk to yourself, you managed to lay back on the bed.  Before you began to remove your outfit, Tobias stopped you.  He simply kissed you again, and peppers kisses down your shoulder while unzipping...unbuttoning...unlacing… stripping you down to your bare body...all on display for him. 

“It’s crazy...I’m a doctor...studied anatomy for years...but seeing you...laid out for me like this….no textbooks could have prepared me for such a woman.” He whispers and his hand slid between your legs and you gasped. His hand began to rub your entrance...he lifted his fingers up and smirks at you, licking your wetness off them. 

“It’s completely unfair we left without dessert….but you’ll more than makeup for it.” and with that, he pounced.

Tobias currently had your ankles against his pillow, legs spread wide as he was going to town on that pussy...he was definitely starving for you.  His tongue teased your sensitive nerve and ever so slowly dragged down your folds, and sunk in with a moan.  You squirm and try to move as he builds a rhythm: tease your clit with his tongue and make circles around it. Lick slowly down, and sink inside of you, while those hands kept you spread at the right angle to get all the way inside that pussy. Then, spelling his own name ever so expertly...T...O...B...I...A...S. Finally he’d start pulling out and repeating the process all over again...and again... It began to get too much as heat pooled in your lower regions, your hips bucking as you tried to push him away by his shoulders. 

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from me…” He growled and reached his hand up. “Suck” he commanded, holding his pointer and middle finger up before you complied, wrapping your plump lips around them and began to suck and lather them up.  His fiery hazel eyes were on you the whole time, watching you intently before you pulled them out.  Bedford he could protest, you held his hand and slid your tongue around his fingers while gazing down at him, running your tongue ever so slowly up his pointer...alluding to a certain action you’d perform soon enough. Big fucking mistake.

“Ah! No no--oh God Tobias I’m sorry---fuck--I--” you were now at his mercy, one hand holding both of yours while the other had a total of now 3 fingers inside of you--jackhammering and reaching all those spots while he made you keep eye contact with him.

“Wanna play like that huh? You seemed real eager to tease me...what’s wrong, didn’t you want this Y/N? “ He punctuates by fingering you faster, nearly reaching that spot and his thumb rubbing your clit.  “Don’t say sorry now, just take it...maybe if you’re nice and say sorry again, I’ll let you cum.” He says, giving you that shit-eating grin that made you want to hit him...but you were not gonna last unless you apologized.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry--oh God please please please I wanna cum--!” You whimpered and blubbered out a desperate plea for your release. He kissed you to shut you up and fingers you deeper, hitting that spot inside you finally and well--you definitely got what you deserved.  Your hips rocked and bucked up against his fingers as you panted and whined, shakily coming down from your high.

Tobias pulled his fingers out and licked his pointer and middle clean, then held the ring out to you...and you cleaned it off.  Once you finished, he stood up and began to pull off his own clothing.  You gasped softly when he removed his top half, showing off his tone body, but when he removed those slacks and boxers….well, let’s just say Med school anatomy classes didn’t prepare you either.  But, you weren’t a quitter nor a lil bitch, Mrs. Top of the Class 2015.  You crawled forward and grasped his shaft in your hands.

“Well...Beyoncé knew what she was talkin’ about when she wrote Ego.” You joked and even Tobias laughed a bit--breaking the tension.  “Real talk--if you pull my hair I will bite you. That isn’t a threat, it’s happened before by accident..” You mumble but lean forward and slowly take the tip into your mouth.

“Shit….Y/N…” Tobias moaned out your name, leaning against the wall while your hands were wrapped around the base, moving up and down, and your mouth moved in sync as well. Your tongue swirled around him as you moan, giving him exactly what he wanted and looking up at him while you did.  You gagged a bit at first--okay, a LOT at first--but had managed to take him in and out, and deepthroat him...he was definitely bigger than any you had previously...You took him all the way down with a soft gag and managed to slurp him up and move back to the tip, pan ting and jerking him off.

“I think...I earned a little dessert too..~” You cooed and held your mouth open while your hands moved up and down, faster and faster, waiting--until you felt his release in your mouth, on your tongue...He panted and let out a raspy groan, fists balled up and eyes closed from the intense feeling.  Once it was over, you slowly drag your tongue up the shaft with a moan.  “You are definitely doin’ wonders for my ego y’know.” Tobias looked down at you and picked you up, pinning you back down to the bed...he had you on your hands and knees, and stood behind you.  Showtime.

You awaited for Tobias to put on protection, and he slowly rubbed his tip between your wet folds...when you gave him the okay, he began to thrust in--much to your satisfaction.  You let out a moan and grip the sheets, your eyes rolling back a bit.

“You okay?” He leaned down to ask and kissed your shoulder, and reached forward to gently squeeze and play with your breasts, his fingers circling your brown nipples and kissing you again.

“Yes...go deeper….I need you Tobias…” It was like a switch flipped on inside him, as his hands reached for yours and he pulled your arms back.  He began to thrust inside your pussy, his dick reaching those guts.  Oh yeah, he was gonna wreck yo shit...Tobias tugged your arms back to pull you into every thrust, grunting as he slammed against you--his hips rocking and hitting against your ass with each thrust.  You moaned again, louder this time, and already felt yourself start to cream around him.  

“O-Oh fuuuuuuck….beat this pussy up Tobias--o-oh God--I---” He silenced you, going harder inside.  You fell forward a bit, your chest and face squished against the pillow while he kept ramming into you without remorse, the sound of your wet pussy and his hips clapping against your along with those desperate, needy moans.  It was unlike anything you’d felt before...it didn’t seem like Tobias would stop anytime soon.

“On your back….I want to look at you while I make you cum…” He pulled out, much to your disappointment.  You laid on your back, legs spread for him...your kinks and curls pressed against your sweating face...And Tobias back on top, wrapping your legs around you and sinking back in.  He fucked you slower this time, giving you slow deep strokes as he hit your deepest parts with nearly every thrust...nothing could ruin this...and then….your phone rang.  You took a glance at the caller ID….Dr. Ramsey.  Before you could react, Tobias grabbed your phone and pressed Answer, holding it to your mouth while he fucked you.

“Y/N? Are you busy, I wanted to know if you were available tomorrow. I know it’s your day off today and tomorrow after that double shift--but Baz and June are gonna drive me up a wall unless--”

“E-EtHAn--I-I’m a l-little b-bUsY r-right-now--”  you tried to hold back your moans, which was hard considering Tobias was rearranging your guts.  He only smirked and began to kiss and suck on your nipples, your hand rubbing his head as you attempt to refocus.  “C-Could you call me later E-Ethan? I-I just a-a-am t--tOo b-busy!  You cover your mouth to hide a whine while Tobias kept going. He then grabs your phone--

“Ethan, hey, it’s Tobias.  Y/N is kinda drunk and all loopy.  She somehow managed to uber herself to Mass Kenmore when my shift was over, wanting to get Aurora to join in on the ‘fun’ but she called in sick. Since it’s kind of late...she’s crashing here. Too drunk to think.” He lied right through his teeth while your arms wrapped around him and held him tight, nails digging into his back.

“Oh….uh, that’s nice of you. Alright then. Just tell her to forget it, make sure she gets home safe tomorrow.”

“Will do...I’ve been taking care of her...for hours…” He smirked and winks at you before hanging up.

You whimper.  It was all crashing down at once while Tobias looked down at you. “Let go for me Y/N.  I want you to--all around me...take it and cum for me…” he growls, nearing an orgasm himself.  Your legs tremble around him, but you hold on tighter and tighter.  You let out a loud, euphoric moan and felt your orgasm erupt as your body spazzed, tears roll down your cheek as you screamed out Tobias’s name...it felt like you nearly blacked out as he came after word, groaning loud and let out a moan in your ear--filling the condom and panting as it was over. The two of you, sweaty and shaky, held each other….you kissed him deeply, before giving into the exhaustion.

When you opened your eyes and woke up, you looked around...you saw Tobias asleep next to you, strong arms holding you close, the ceiling fan on.  You smile and hold his face, stroking his cheek and he slowly opens his eyes and grins.

“So….you’re still here...glad to know that it wasn’t a dream.”

“Boy--please.  I could barely walk if I wanted to….” Your stomach growled a bit.  Tobias sat up and pulled on some boxers...he walked around to your side and picked you up, bridal style and you laugh, giggling.

“Negro--if you don’t put me down!”

“Not till I make us breakfast. So you just shut up and let me be romantic and cute for once...stoopid.” he teased sand carried you to the kitchen….he sat you down and you looked at one another. Yup….you wouldn’t live without those fiery eyes in your life anymore.

[stoopsbookstore]

Rebel!Yunho Kink Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The perfect boy ever. He doesn't care of Hongjoong is telling him to kick you out, Yunho is making damn sure you feel good after a round.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms. Yunho will break the rule of "wear a coat when you ride a bike" just to flex on everyone else.

His favorite body part on you is your breasts/chest. He likes them in low-cut shirts and it's an added bonus if you can distract the opposing driver.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Yunho loves seeing your thighs and ass covered in his cum, but he refuses to admit that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He dreams of fucking you in front of the other 7 members of the ATEEZ gang. Being ordered to fuck you is a turn-on for him and he's not sure why. He just knows he wants an audience.

And not a dirty secret, but a rather cute one.

Yunho already bought a ring for you and is planning on proposing to you after a win against their rivals ONEUS and ONEWE.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not experienced, but he's not inexperienced. He's fooled around with people, they've been amazed and disappointed. He could use a few pointers, but for the most part Yunho knows what to do.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything where you are sitting on his lap. It's more so a category of what position he likes rather than one specific positon.

Yunho likes any position where he can see your ass or your chest depending on what way you're facing.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely goofy. He's like the comic relief of the gang, so he is for sure more silly than serious. But nothing beats him being romantic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There's no drapes to match the curtains, thank you very much!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He knows how much sex can mean to someone, so if it's not a quickie, he is the type to lay out a blanket under the stars, LED candles let, some Marvin Gaye playing in the background.

Jeong Yunho is a hopeless romantic in any AU, let's be honest.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He meets with you three days a week, so he jacks off 4 times a week. He will send you a video though, not to tease you, just to remind you what you're missing by being a goodie two-shoes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Being filmed

Exhibitionism

Fucking on a motorcycle

Slight Dom, but not really into power play

Leather, you can wear it, he can wear it, just someone wear it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His motorcycle

There's this little hill that overlooks the town, but no one knows how to get to it except Yunho, so he'll take you up there through his secret path and have a sweet picnic set up, a laptop with a movie and maybe definitely some netflix and chill later.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Everything you do turns him on, but more the best is when you wave the flag at a race, he thinks you look the best you've ever looked when you raise your arms in the air and drag the flag down. The aderline that goes through his system is at his peak right there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

For some reason, rival gangs keep wanting to use you as a betting chip and Yunho says no everytime. You're not a prize to be won and you already decided you want to be with him, so why the fuck even try?

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He slurps too much, but other than that, he's quite good. He does prefer receiving over giving, so don't be too expectant of him reciprocating.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what he's feeling that day. If he had just won, you best believe it's going to be sensual sort of night, he'll feel like he's on the top of the world

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, but he prefers actually getting to spend time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yunho loves taking risks. He is the type to let you drive Betty for a little bit while his hands are on your hips, clawing at the flesh.

As for experimenting, he likes what he likes, why change that?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

2 rounds, 30-60 minutes each. Nothing too short, but also nothing too crazy. He's average when it comes to stamnia.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does keep a bullet vibrator in his inside jacket pocket for you if you're feeling a bit adventurous. Yunho will pull it out, turn it on and press it against you in a matter of seconds of being away from other people.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Another member of "No teasing" club. He likes it, but when he has just won a race, Yunho will full on just grab your head and pull you in for a makeout session in front of everyone. Maybe some light groping and ass grabbing here or there, but he's not much on teasing.

He will share videos though, Yunho loves being filmed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's like mid-volume, not too loud, not too quiet, his voice is just sort of there. He does like to groan a lot though, and you best believe you are getting a lot of praise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Yunho wants to fuck you on his motorcycle. Licking, biting and scratching, both of you getting off on his prized "Betty." He can get off on that image alone.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

God blessed this boy. 6 and a half inches and thick. You're the envy of everyone at the race track because you get to be dicked down by Yunho.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Every day if he could, but he can't due to your parents being super strict, so he will take the 3 times a week and cherish that shit.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It only takes about 15, 20 minutes for him to fall asleep. Yunho loves to tangle his long limbs around you, essentially trapping you in his arms as he sleeps.

[strawberries-n-sugar]

FUNKY FLAVORS & OLD TUNES

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Short! "Skinny"! White reader (please don't be offended and if you are then don't read? I can only find specifically x black reader, x plus size reader, x tall reader for every character and I enjoy reading all of those things because I have a imagination but I am none of those things so just something from the other perspective and it isn't meant to offend anyone :), hope you ALL enjoy. This isn't meant to show hate to anyone, just show some love to people who arent those three things)

Warnings: maybe some 18+ (I write straight from my head), old music, old funk and groove music, horniness, corniness, puns, sarcasm, innuendos, maybe some old doo wop, maybe some 90s, a plethera of music in a variety of forms, nerdiness, uhm, thats it? Oh, Daddy! Sam at the end and not the kinky kind XD, interracial relationship (I dont know why that is a warning but some people get offended so I thought I would play it safe), bad dancing my a short bitch who think she has the skills of Tom Hiddles, maybe some sad talk, Steve and Buck being matchmakers

Summary: Things have been rough for Sam and the whole Avengers gang actually since losing Tony but Sam finds a little escape every now and then. A new little hole in the wall juice and homemade icecream joint. The owner might be stealing his heart but she can't see it, good things come in small packages, or was it dynamite? For Sam, it's both, the joint is always thumpin' and so is his heart

“Funky Flavors, that’s new?” Sam comes to a slow jog from his run as he is about to stop noticing a new business had opened just off the route he runs when he runs around the Lincoln Memorial. “I could go for some juice,” he shrugs talking to himself as he goes in, removing his earbuds from his ears. Upon walking in the first thing he notices is the music, She’s A Bad Mama Jamma by Carl Carlton blared through the small system. “Okay,” he raises a brow and looks around, the small place was empty at the moment. Figuring that the owner was in the back he let’s himself dance.

“Hey~!” He gets a little too into it as you walk out from the back. You don’t say anything and just watch smiling and trying not to laugh, being your size came in handy, quite often you go unnoticed. After a minute you decide to butt in. “Hey Shug, what can I getcha?” 

“Oh shit! Huh?” He stops suddenly, caught of guard he jumps a little. “How long you been there?” “About a minute and a half, smooth moves.” “Thanks,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Wait, Shug?” “Sorry, habit, daddy called me and momma that so it stuck and now I say it.” “That’s sweet,” he smiles. “Thanks, and thankyou for stopping by.” “Yeah, noticed the new place, decided to stop by. Thirsty after the run, uh, what do you have? You ain’t from around here are you?” “No,” you giggle and hand him the menu, “I’ve got homemade icecreams and original beverages”

He looks the menu over and reads it off 

Mango Mornin’ Sunrise- mango and pineapple orange juice slushie (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options)

Momma I’m Messed Up- vodka, Redbull, rum. Blueberries, blackberries, and tequila 

Wet- (icecream flavor and drink; drink comes with dish of sugar dipped strawberries, homemade) starwberries, red wine; 19 Crimes 

Classic Homemade Butter Pecan Icecream (optional served with homemade pecan pie)

The I’m Sorry Miss Jackson (icecream flavor and drink)- Jack Daniels, coconut and chocolate

Moonshine Milkyway- homemade icecream with Milkyway and moonshine flavor 

The Send Help- Irish Trashcan with a scoop of I’m Sorry Miss Jackson on top

Pantie Dropper- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with pineapple, orange, lemon, pineapple and grapefruit

Soaking Thighs- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with blackberries, red grape juice, and pineapple 

Thigh Rider- Red’s Apple ale with apple cider

Summer Heat- blackberry sprite beverage 

F*** Me, Now- house-made strawberry juice (alcoholic and non alcoholic options)

Sam rubbed his neck and cleared his throat, “Jesus girl,” he laughs. “So what’ll it be Mr?” You ask, leaning over the counter as Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye comes on. “Shit, I’ll have a Fuck Me Now” 

“One Fuck Me Now comin’ right now Shug,” you say shocking yourself with how you kept a straight face and not noticing how he was watching you as you made it. “Alcoholic or regular?” You glance at him. 

“It’s 10 in the morning girl” “And?” “Regular, this time,” he laughs. 

“Alright here you go,” you finish up and pass it to him, making your way over to the register. “I like the station, which one is it?” 

You laugh, “that ain’t the radio, it’s my playlist”

“Say what?” He raises a brow like he doesn’t believe you. 

“What?” You ask seriously as you ring him up. 

“It’s just-”

“Just?” You shake your head and stretch your eyes. 

“Well-”

“Well?”

“You’re wearing a Asking Alexandria t-shirt for one thing”

“Yeah, nice ain’t it? Soft too,” You smirk as you know the next song will address the elephant in the room as Play That Funky Music White Boy comes on and you both laugh. 

“3.45″

“oh, right,” he pays you already sipping at it. 

“You said this time, so, you’re coming back?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. 

“Alright, I’ll hold ya to it,” you say, thinking about how you’d like him to hold you to a wall and chewing your bottom lip. You quickly remind yourself that that won’t ever happen. Guys don’t really want your type, you aren’t thicc, or super curvy, there’s no meat with your potatoes and nothing for them to hang on to, you have to have a little something to work with because thicc thighs save lives and no man wants to cuddle a stick, you aren’t a snow-bunny. All things you have heard before, and that was just about your weight and all things you have heard before, the short jokes didn’t end either much less would anyone take you seriously as a woman.

“I’ll see you later Lil Juicy,” he smiles as he leaves.

“Lil Juicy?”

“You’re little and you make juice”

“Bye,” you both laugh and you watch him walk away.

“I’ll bring some friends next time,” he calls.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for help so if you know anyone-”

“I’ll spread the word” “Thanks, bye”

Stepping outside once the door shut behind him and the door closed behind him, “I think the new Captain America has found his Miss America,first lady?  She is damn cute,” he smiles and chuckles making his way. 

Days go by, and then a week, and a week and a half where Sam can’t get you out of his head and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him either but you hadn’t seen him again yet. He did spread the word because the next day his friend Wanda show’s up and she started working for you. You liked her, she was nice and a giant help but working with her became hard sometimes when customers would go googly eyed over her. You couldn’t blame them, she wasn’t thicc but she but she was you could still understand why, she was gorgeous.

“So, have you heard from Sam?” You ask her while it is slow.

“Yes, he said he was bringing Steve and Bucky today”

“Really?” Okay, that was overzealous, it didn’t help when the trio came in. Sam, and ofcourse you recognized the other two based on them being the Avengers, and through talking with Wanda.

“Alright, Steveo, you first,” Sam gets his phone out to record the old man’s reaction. 

“Hello,” Steve says friendly, “Hi, what’ll it be?” 

“The uh,” he clears his throat with a blush, “No need to be shy,” you encourage him. “The strawberry one” 

“No, you’ve gotta say the name,” Sam teases him. “the fuck me now....” “That is a bad language word!” Sam teases and you make Steve’s drink as Bucky looks over the menu and he and Steve watch Sam watching you, glancing to each other knowingly. Well, it was obvious with how happy he was and how he chewed his bottom lip as you bent over to grab things not paying attention. 

“Alright, and you Shug?” You give Steve his drink and ask Bucky what he would like 

“I’ll have the Summer Heat, add vodka. Thanks,doll”

“You’re welcome,” you start making it and it was quiet except for Stand By Me by  The Drifters was on and you sang along and harmonizing, Sam hums along as well harmonizing with you. “This one or Ben E King?” He asks, “this one, obviously” “Alright, :Lean On Me, Club Nouveau or the original?” “The original sucks, doesn’t flow,” you answer as you make the drink and the guys just watch the two of you as they sit with their drinks. 

“You have good taste-”

“Bet you think she tastes good too,” Buck says casually and you all turn to look at him shocked.

“What?” He shrugs, “I’m 103, and I was bagging bitches in the 40′s” 

You all shrug and make the touche face. Steve on the other hand was about to implode trying to remain a gentleman and not laugh. “He wants to eat strawberries from your tits,” Buck continues sipping his drink. 

“Okay Pal, thanks,” Sam leans over to take it and Buck smacks his hand.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you joke honestly

“We approve,” the two old men say in unison looking at Sam.

“Ask her,” Buck edges him on and points to you with his head while you aren’t looking.

“Ask who what?” Wanda asks confused as you rise from what you were doing behind the counter. 

“Y/N,” Buck answers her.

“Ask me what?”

“Would-would you maybe uhm-would you like to come record shopping with me?”

“Sure, just message me,” you exchange numbers, thinking it was meant to be a casual friend thing. 

The next week after texting him almost constantly and him texting you you make arrangements. He picked you up, opened the door for you, and the day was amazing. You wandered through the record store browsing only for him to sneak up behind you and put his arms around you at some point to look in the same crate and look down to read your face to see if it was okay only to find you blushing again. He smiles feeling a sudden little boost in confidence, the pointers that Steve and Buck had given him were working. He swallows a lump in his throat, hoping you don’t notice before speaking softly by your ear. 

“Want to do this again next Friday?” “S-ure, but Sam...” “Hmm?”

“Can we not do this?” “Yeah,” he pulls away, “Y/N, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.....I just, well, I really-I don’t want to get the wrong idea”

“What is that?” he tilts his head.

You choose not to answer, you weren’t really allowed to answer that question as you look around gauging the room and seeing a few women who may get offended just by you telling the truth. They would probably attack you, call you a liar, mock you, definitely laugh. “I can’t answer that, I need jeans...can we swing by American Eagle-wai-,” you check your wallet to see if you will have enough. “i think I have enough for one pair,” he nods and you buy the records you want and you both leave. His hand in the middle of your back holding the door for you. “Thankyou” “You’re welcome....”

He walks to American Eagle with you as you find a assistant to help you find the one section of the store that is a half of a table that will have your petite sizes. She walks you over and Sam watches as you look through the very small section of the large store where the pants short enough in length and small enough in waist for you are and buy a pair and he looks at the other sections, pretty much the entirety of the ladies section of the store with the other jeans. 

“Ready?” You come over to him with your bag. “Yeah, hang on, let me see that?” 

You hand him your bag and he looks at the receipt, “Why did yours cost twice as much?” 

You shrug, “this is the only place that has anything to fit me at all other than the kids section at Walmart, lets go. I’m just happy i am thicker than I used to be in high school and I can eat now and it ain’t much but I’m proud of my little booty I do have some days,” you laugh. 

“So, next week?”

“Yeah, I love hanging out with you”

 Sam takes you home and gets the door, it was a silent drive home. He walks you to your door. 

“Thanks Sam, I had fun,” you start to hug him but can only reach his waist so to make it less awkward you make it quick. “Night,” you smile and start to go inside.

“Night Y/N....,” he grabs your arm and turns you, he lifts you enough to be face to face with you which honestly made you feel like a child as your feet dangles so high off the ground, “Thanks, I needed this on jean shopping day,” you say sarcastically to play off that it actually hurts because you really like Sam. 

“Y/N,” he sits you on the railing and holds your waist so you won’t fall.

“Hmm?” You ask, looking at your thighs, thinking about how they are thick compared to when people complimented your thigh gap and you hated it but had to smile because you couldn’t eat for a year due to being sick but you had to smile and say thankyou, and how now you had improved a lot and it has taken you years to do so but you still weren’t thicc enough to be good enough. 

“Look at me,” he lifts your chin and you glance at him, trying to have eye contact but you look so pathetic right now. 

“I like being able to pick you up,” he starts and smiles, you start to cut him off and hop down but he grabs your thighs to hold you there and he cuts you short. “I’m not finished.” 

That stern voice made the heat pool between your legs, you knew you loved this man. 

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I watch you walk away and I stare at your ass every time you bend over or squat for somethin’-” you can’t stop the blush in your ears and your face. “Really?” “yes, and I like being able to pick you up, it’s cute. if you would have hugged me a second ago instead of flinging your arms around me and moving away I would have wrapped my arms around you and taken a second to just enjoy your head against me.....I think you are a beautiful lady, and you are interesting, and intelligent, I can talk to you and I love that. Please, go out with me next week on another date?”

“Another?”

“Yes, I thought this was a date until you got sad....”

“I didn’t know, I thought you just saw me as a friend and wanted to hang out; that’s usually how it goes...”

“Alright, my fault. I should have been more clear,” he puts a hand to his chest, still holding you so you don’t fall. “Please, may I take you out to dinner, next Friday? I’ll pick you up at the same time, it’s a date...please,” he looks up at you as he kisses your knuckles. “You don’t have to beg little old me, I’d love to,” you answer honestly and he kisses the side of your lip almost your cheek. “I’ll get my real kiss next time,” he helps you down and that was how it all started. That is how you became Mrs. Sam Wilson a year later, and now here you were almost three years later lying down and watching him pace back and forth in front of the bed with your new son.  

“Sam, I have a idea”

“To get him to sleep?”

You nod and go to your playlist and press play letting the soft  shoo doo shooby doo~ shoo doo dooby doo~ In the still of the night~ fill the room.

Sam see’s his eyes drift closed and carefully lays him in his crib and crawls up over you on the bed slowly before swiftly flipping the situation so you’re straddling him. He grips and caresses your thighs and chews on his lip before pulling your neck in for a kiss, “I’ll have a Fuck Me Now please” “Coming right up” 

[theonewiththefanfics]

Starved (one-shot)

Synopsys: The Reader is a touchy-feely kind of a person and when she joins the Avengers nothing changes. Apart from the fact that Bucky Barnes is so touch starved, he craves for the soft feel of her skin against his and is over the moon she treats him the same way she treats everybody else. Yet one day she simply stops, and he doesn’t know why.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: SMUT, angst, fluuuuf

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up you guys), nothing else, as I can remember, Bucky feelin a bit down.

Word count: 3209

   “Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N this is everyone.”    Bucky’s eyes snapped up. Behind Steve stood a young woman, eyes shining brightly as she scanned the faces of the Avengers. He’d known that there would be an addition to the team and the man was terrified. It was hard enough for him to communicate with people who he somewhat knew, but now a complete stranger would enter his world and the super soldier would have to get to know them.    “Tony, but you already knew that,” the billionaire extended a hand and the girl grasped it, a smirk making its way onto her features.    “The guy whose money I’ll be spending. Noice.”    One by one the members of the team introduced themselves, easily striking up a conversation with Y/N. Bucky was the last one to go.    “I’m Bucky,” his rough palm clasped around her smaller one and for a second it was like electricity shot through them.    “Shit, sorry!” her hands were over her mouth as Bucky’s metal arm went limp. Because electricity had shot through his body and fried the wires in the appendage.    The Winter Soldier looked at it, trying to move it, but it wouldn’t budge. “What just happened?”    “I- uhh- umm. I sorta control electricity and everything like that, ya know, lightning and stuff… I- it wasn’t my intention, to, umm, do that… yeah.”    She was flustered, blood making its way up her neck and to her cheeks, embarrassment evident on her hot-feeling face.    But Bucky couldn’t care less about the arm. He couldn’t take his gaze away from the girl. How she fidgeted with a ring that sat snugly on her left pointer finger, how the Y/H/C glowed in the setting evening sun, but most importantly- he was entranced and very surprised with how at ease he felt with her.    “So, I guess high fives are out of the question,” he smiled shyly at the girl, trying to alleviate the mood and take her off the edge. And it worked.    She cracked a smirk of her own and shook her head, shoulders dropping in relief. “I’m more of a hugs kind of a person anyways.”

   Bucky’s smile doubled. He’d never felt this free in front of a stranger, so when Tony clasped his palm onto the man’s shoulder he visibly flinched being brought out of the warm bubble.    “I think we need to look at that arm of yours, Manchurian Candidate.”    But the super soldier didn’t want to. He didn’t care that now it was a useless piece of metal hanging off from his left side, making him lean down quite heavily. Y/N had touched him without a second to spare, she hadn’t cared about who he had been, what the man had done, but most importantly she seemed to actually like him and was happy to meet the guy. They had even joked. The only thing Bucky wanted to do was keep talking to her and get to know their newest addition.    “Yo, Barnes and Noble!” Tony hollered down the hall. “You two gramps coming?”    Steve let out an exasperated sigh before smiling down at Y/N.    “You gonna be okay?”    As an answer, the woman gave him two thumbs up before being whisked away by a very excited Peter Parker, who was totally enamoured by her powers and wanted to know more.    An hour later Bucky came back in the common room with a bashful smile on his face, eyes instantly scanning the area to find his new source of light. It was like two magnets pulled to one another as Y/N immediately turned her head to face the man, grinning widely while standing up.    “Sorry again. About the arm,” she gestured the appendage and put both hands in her back pockets, rocking on the heels of her feet like a teenager who was talking to their crush. In an instant, Bucky’s heart melted at how genuine she was.    “It’s fine,” he waved her off. “Was due for an upgrade anyway.”    It was Steve’s slap on his best friend’s shoulders that took them out of the sweet moment.    “Jesus, punk! You’ll give an old man heart attack.”    The snort Y/N let out was the most adorable sound Bucky had ever heard and he swore if life continued to be so nice to him, he would think he was dead and in heaven.    “Don’t try and pull the senior card on me. We’re practically the same age,” Steve shot Y/N a wink and the girl rolled her eyes.    “Any particular reason you disturbed a lovely conversation I was having?” a well-groomed eyebrow rose up as she crossed her arms.    “Actually, two things- every Friday there is a mandatory movie night- no excuses. And two- in two months you’ll have your first mission.”    “Yay to the first one and tell me more to the second one,” Y/N jutted out an elbow for Cap and humouring her, he linked his through as they both skipped together to sit down in front of the TV.

***    Bucky was over the moon of having found someone who couldn’t care less about his past. Someone who knew what had happened to him, what he had done, yet nevertheless did not judge. There were no harsh words thrown his way from Y/N, she didn’t flinch whenever the super soldier somehow bumped against her with the metal arm, nor did she recoil when it wove around her midsection to pull her body more comfortably against his during the Friday hangouts.    And so more and more he got comfortable with the girl, more and more he started to trust the woman. That was great especially when they got sent on the mission together.    It was her first and one of Bucky’s numerous, but still, every time he went out on a battlefield, it felt like a brand new start. The gunshots were suddenly too loud as were the screams and yells, but he had to tune them out, had to do his duty. Yet with Y/N on the field, it seemed to be a lot easier than normal. He knew he had her back and she had his, no matter what. But then a particular episode had rushed to his mind; Bucky felt his body freeze at the thought of agony, at the thought of going back to HYDRA of being captured he almost passed out.    The mission was brutal and horrific, and they came onto the jet completely exhausted, the ex-soldier even more so than usual. But Y/N came to the rescue. She instantly sat down in his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered sweet nothings into his ears, Bucky’s own arms clutching onto the girl like she was the last lifeline he had.    That is how Steve first saw them, curled into one another when the plane landed back in the tower. The silver-armed man whispered a small ‘hi’ and rushed off to his own quarters to wash off the dread and grime from himself. Y/N was just about to do the same before the Captain pulled at her wrist, willing her to stop.    “You should be a bit more careful around him.”    Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”    “He’s been through a lot and Bucky… he puts on a brave face, but his mind isn’t still fully healed. He’s been doing great in therapy, but touch is a different thing. I know, you’re an affectionate person, I get it, but maybe could you tone it down a bit with him? It brings back bad memories of his, sometimes when he goes to sleep if people aren’t careful around him, he gets night terrors. So, uh, yeah….”    Y/N stood there, eyes wide with concern, but most of all embarrassment that she had been so misinformed. “I- I didn’t know, I’m sorry, Steve. I’ll, yeah, I’ll just keep my hands away.”    He gave her a grateful smile and nodded. “He really likes you though. I haven’t seen him smile so much. But sometimes he needs to take things slow. Lord knows that jerk doesn’t realise what is good for him.”    With a small smile, Y/N nodded and took in the Captain’s advice. Slowly her morning hugs with Bucky ceased to exist, instead, she just gave him a wave and put his breakfast in front of the man. Then she stopped cuddling up to the ex-assassin during their movie nights rather she sat down onto the ground between Peter, MJ and Ned who had become a core part of the Avenger’s friend group. And any time Y/N pulled away from the man, thinking she was helping him get better, Bucky grew worse and worse.    His nightmares came back full swing, body covered a layer in cold sweat that made his skin stick uncomfortably to the sheets. Dark circles appeared under his eyes and they only became deeper as days passed without a single touch from Y/N.    Bucky was desperate to know what he did wrong. He blamed himself; vicious thoughts told him he had scared her away, been too pushy, she had grown to hate him for what he’d done as the Winter Soldier, so as he did before- the Avenger retreated into himself.    His smiles were fake at best and any time Y/N came into the room, he yearned to be closer, to have her fingers play with his, to melt in the feel of her combing through his hair or fall asleep listening to the steady beats of her heart. What was worse, another type of desire had started to plague Bucky- he had fallen in love with the Y/E/C eyed beauty wishing to be with her in every sense of the way whilst a sea of confusion and hurt stretched between them.    It was a bad night for the man. His mind played horrible tricks on him, making Bucky relive the pain once more as he sat in the HYDRA chair, metal clasping around his head as wave after wave of pure torment rippled through his skin and nerves, taking away his identity and morphing him into the organization’s beloved puppet.    Then suddenly a soft touch appeared on his left shoulder. He turned to look at who was there but saw nothing. And then- a sweet, sweet voice. The sound of an angel beckoning towards the light. So, he followed.    With a gasp, Bucky woke up, sweat dripping down his body and dampening the already wet sheets. It was a struggle to open his eyes, but when he did, the man saw Y/N sitting by his side, a warm palm settled on his shoulder and worry written all across those beautiful features.    “You’re alright,” the girl cooed, bringing Bucky’s breathing back to normal. “You’re safe. In the tower. With me.”    He could only nod along, lungs still struggling to work, but he just focused on her, how she felt, how her chest rose and fell, how alive and real she was and that the bad things had only been a nightmare.    “Thank you,” Bucky choked out.    Y/N’s palm went to cradle his cheek and he leaned into the sensation. “Any time.”    They stayed like that for a moment before her Y/E/C eyes went wide and she jumped up, recoiled from the man as if he was a poisonous snake.    “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I, fuck, I forgot.”    Bucky just sat there, blue orbs trained on Y/N who had so carelessly touched him. So softly, so tenderly it set his skin ablaze. But not with the fire of pain, but something deeper. She had once again opened up a void in him that needed desperate filling. And Bucky knew only she could do it.    “Don’t,” he grasped Y/N’s wrist as she tried to move away. “Please, don’t leave.”    “I’m sorry, Buck, I real-“    “Why are you so afraid to touch me?” he whispered out.    “What?”    “Please,” his tone was pleading, desperate. “When we first met you didn’t care about my metal arm, nor the real one. What happened? Did- did I do something?”    Y/N sighed, sitting down with a very visible wince of her face. Gently she laid his vibranium hand in her lap and intertwined their fingers. “After that mission, Steve and I talked. He told me that you don’t like it when people touch you without permission. That bad memories can resurface. I didn’t want to be the reason you get pushed back in your recovery because I’m a touchy-feely kind of a person.”    Bucky threw his head back in frustration and held on tighter to Y/N’s palm.    “You’re not setting me back. Not- not one bit. I’ve,” he huffed a breath before gathering the swirling thoughts and laying out everything that was on his heart. “I’ve never felt so safe around anyone as I do with you. And yes, that includes me remembering how you completely destroyed my arm with one touch of your palm, but… you make me feel validated, you make me feel like I have a reason to stay… a reason to keep on living. That maybe someday strangers won’t run to the other side of the street just because I’m walking there. That maybe I do deserve a second chance… redemption… maybe I do deserve to be loved...”    His gaze was piercing as Y/N listened to every word that slipped past his mouth with bated breath. She was so overwhelmed by Bucky’s sincerity that she acted on impulse and leaned in to kiss him.    It lasted only a second before the girl drew back, afraid to have overstepped a boundary, but the other Avenger wasn’t as inclined to let it end so easily. A cold palm settled on the nape of her neck and drew Y/N’s lips down back to his. He felt her fingers weave through his long hair and tug in places, eliciting a deep, guttural moan which she eagerly swallowed.    “Where do you want me to touch?” her voice was soft, but it shook Bucky to his core like an earthquake as she spoke.    “What?”    Gently straddling his lap, Y/N leaned to brush her lips against his ears. “Where do you want me to touch you?”    And all he could do was moan a desperate ‘everywhere’ before crashing his lips against hers in a passion filled kiss.    Neither noticed when or how they lost their clothes, but it was her tender naked skin gliding across his when Bucky snapped out of the hypnotic trance. Her warm hand had grasped softly around his member and she laid little kisses to his hipbones.    “Tell me what you want, Buck,” she whispered kissing up his shaft, feeling him twitch in her hand, but only a strangled moan came from his lips. “I need words, honey.”    “Mouth,” he managed to get out while physically restraining himself from just thrusting his hips and making Y/N take him all in. “Please.” His breathing became more and more ragged with every second their eyes kept locked on one another. That was until it seemed like she had enough with the teasing and the girl leaned down swiping her tongue up the underside of his cock in a broad stroke.    Bucky groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his arms gave out and he flopped to the bed on his back. Every sensation was amplified to the tenths. It was like his nerves had gone haywire the same way his arm had, only this time with pleasure.    His hips instinctively went up, pleading for Y/N to take more of him, to do more, to bring his release closer as it built up, clouding his mind and wiping out any coherent thought.    “So close,” Bucky whimpered out ready to completely submit to the pleasure when Y/N drew back. The man jumped up in a sitting posting only to be met by the woman crawling onto his lap once more.    “I want you now,” there was an animalistic note in her voice that Bucky simply couldn’t not obey.    She was already so wet that simply sliding up and down his shaft covered him completely in her slick. Y/N dropped her head to the crook of his neck, sighing out before the breath got stuck in her throat when Bucky, gave a little snap of his hips and entered her completely.    Once more the cerulean eyes rolled back, and he had to hold off from exploding. The girl’s mouth had already done wonders to him, brought him to the edge of heaven, but the feeling of being completely surrounded by Y/N in every sense of the word was a fantasy come true.    “Move, Bucky. Please, move,” the super soldier felt her hot breath against his shoulder and so he did.    A low moan reverberated through her chest and into his body. It was perfect, so perfect. They moved in sync and as much as he wanted to simply slam into the girl, to throw them in oblivion, Bucky took his time sliding in and out of her as she did with the kisses her lips scattered all across his body before moving back to his lips.    He couldn’t get enough of her nor did he think he would ever be able to reach that satisfaction.    “Bucky!”    The way his name slipped from Y/N’s mouth, jaw hanging open spurred on his actions even more. Both his hands had settled on the woman’s hips, but now they slid to her back, grabbing two handfuls of her butt and rolling her more into him, making her clit rub against his pelvic bone. Bucky could feel her muscles start to contract, the inevitable rush of pleasure that would ripple through her was approaching and at that point, he completely forgot it had started out with her taking care of him. Now it was only Y/N and how he needed for her to break, wanted to see her shatter as he gave himself away to her.    And she did. With a desperate whine, her orgasm finally crashed down onto the girl and pulled Bucky with it. He could faintly note Y/N's nails digging sharply into his taut back muscles, but all he saw was galaxies and starts and all he felt was love and safety.    Y/N trembled in Bucky’s grasp, his arms pulling her much smaller body close to his, head hidden in the crook of his neck. He left exhausted kisses all from her collarbone to the shell of her ear and down to the top of her breast. The man was just about to pass out, the Avenger’s smaller frame safely by his side when she spoke.    “If this is where me touching you leads… you can bet I’ll be attached to you like a leech.”    A genuine laugh that stemmed deep from within, rumbling like thunder across the sky encased Y/N in its warm embrace.    “If you hadn’t listened to Steve and his stupid advice this could’ve happened a lot sooner.”    “Hey!” Y/N gently slapped his bicep. “I thought I was doing more harm than good. And he is your best friend, been through thick and thin with you. Why would I not trust him?”    “He means well… but he’s wrong about what I need.”    Y/E/C eyes finally met his once more. “And what is that.”    “You.”

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Playing with Ice (1)

Jungkook x Reader

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Genre: idk yet lmao, fluff/angst/smut later?? Word Count: 1.4k Description: You strike a deal that hockey player Jungkook can’t say no to. Insp by this tbh. 

You untied your skates off in frustration, the ice shavings still clinging to the blades and melting as soon as you flicked them off. Your feet were swollen, cut and bleeding from the torturous hours of practice that only yielded a scolding from your teacher for not being able to land that triple salchow. “Yah, ____, you need more momentum when you jump and make sure your legs are farther apart!” The nagging ring of her voice was still echoing in your ears. That didn’t irk you though. The fact that you’ve been ice skating for years and only gaining mediocre results didn’t bother you either. You had given up your dream for the Olympics long ago, but still continued to skate despite your parents telling you to stop (yes it was their dream in the first place to have an Olympian daughter). You just liked ice skating and it didn’t matter if you got gold or not. The freedom of floating through the ice, wind in your hair, and the coldness nipping at your cheeks was comforting. You didn’t have to be good.

No, none of those things were what was bothering you at the moment. It was your teacher’s idea for the next performance—partners. You remembered the last time she wanted a performance in pairs, which turned into a mortifying disaster. Your partner demanded moves that were over your experience level and was arrogant in his own abilities, which led to him skating off the ice mid-routine. That was the first time you cried after getting off the ice and left you doubting the one thing you loved for 3 weeks in the comfort of your covers.

“Wooo wheeewww! What a lady. Too bad Miss Tripsy Toes can’t skate.” A slew of cackling followed the insult but you ignored the group of hockey players. The whistling came from Jimin, King of all fuckboys amongst the hockey players. He was handsome to say the least with the body of a greek god when you let yourself indulge from time to time. Right now wasn’t one of those times. His nasty personality made his looks go to waste and you could only stand about 7 seconds of the whole hockey team when he was around. “Alright boys. Quit playing and go home. Practice is over!” their coach hollered and gave you a sympathizing look.

You had paced around the locker room, twisting and fiddling with your towel long enough that the hockey team had their practice, washed up and was about to go. That’s how much you didn’t want to think about finding a partner. You sat down in the benches even when most of everyone was gone. It was late in the evening and there were no more classes. The rink became a graveyard. Not many people came other than to practice. This was usually one of your favorite times to skate, when you had the whole rink to yourself. Except this time there was a boy still on the ice in full hockey uniform. Jeon Jungkook.

He was undoubtedly the fastest player on the team, being able to weave in and out of people with ease and scoring goals easily. His playing style was elegant, swift, and totally contrary to the usual ruffian hockey player. If the rest of the team were Neanderthals wielding a stick then he was Hermes with his golden staff of agility. If there was a mass pile up then it would always be Jungkook who would escape with the puck and winning shot. He was easy on the eyes as well and out of everyone on the team, you felt like you could probably tolerate him the most. That was only because he never really talked or bothered anyone like the other guys. He was an enigma to everyone, even his own team.

You observed him silently while he made his shots with the multiple pucks on the ice. The only people in the entire building now were you, him and the manager working the concession who was practically dying for both of you to leave. Jungkook skated in circles and made a shot every time he rounded back, missing each time. Frustration was etched on his face: sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, clenched jaw and knuckles white from gripping the stick way too hard. A bad practice day was an understatement. In a last ditch effort his threw his stick at the wall and yelled through his erratic breaths. The clanging of the motion startled you but you held onto your chest and the squeal that almost escaped your lips.

You didn’t know why you stuck around or why you watched Jungkook’s horrible practice time, but it was a gift from God when you finally realized it. Jungkook stood still on the ice for a couple seconds, staring at the randomly strayed hockey pucks that had ricocheted off everything except for the goal. It was like he was calculating an arithmetic sequence in his head and he finally found the answer. He moved. He skated not randomly, but with deliberate grace and energy. He weaved around the hockey pucks, legs crossing and flowing effortlessly while his hands poised elegantly above his head. A triple toe loop, a couple flips, a very well executed axel and you were jumping up from your seat. It was a bit hilarious with the bulky hockey gear on but he was beautiful nonetheless.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The scream left your throat before you could stop it and your legs were taking you down the flight of stairs to the edge of the rink. He spun around abruptly and his eyes widened at someone he thought wasn’t there. You had been basically invisible and the blood was boiling his cheeks as soon as he realized someone had seen him. Seen his most important secret. You waved eagerly for him to come over and he did so hesitantly. When he finally came up to you, you threw your hands on his shoulders and pulled him up close. “PLEASE BE MY ICE SKATING PARTNER!” you practically begged but your pleas were only met with his ice cold stare. “No.”

“B-but why not?? You were so beautiful. Who knew you could skate like that?!”

“I said no.”

Jungkook turned around to gather his things but you pulled his arm back. “Please, I need someone to skate with me and you’re perfect!”

He brushed your hands off of him and glared at you. His dark stare becoming the most intimidating thing you’ve ever encountered, yet you couldn’t take your eyes away from them. He used his pointer finger and pushed it against your forehead with enough force to slide him away from you. “I’m gonna need you to pretend that you didn’t see anything. I was just practicing hockey.” He smirked.

It was then that a devilish plan formed in your head, one that your normally nice and pushover self wouldn’t have thought of. Desperate times called for desperate measures.  “Be my partner or I’m going to tell the whole hockey team your little secret.” Jungkook skidded to a stop and turned around. He wanted so badly to wipe the smug look off your face but his conflicted feelings weren’t helping. He skated back up to you with his head held tall. The disgruntled look on his face told you this was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was either skate with you or have his team mock him forever. He towered over you, your head only coming to the top of his chest. “Fine. We practice before doors open for regulars and on my schedule only. Once this performance is over, we never speak of this again. We go back to not knowing each other.”

Jungkook was spitting out his ridiculous conditions but the only thing you heard was a y-e-s. That was the only thing you needed. Someone who would work with you, even if it was reluctantly. You knew he wouldn’t be doing anything over extravagant to get attention. And maybe along the way you could learn something from him too.

“Hey. Hey ____, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Meet you on the ice at 5am, sure.”

With that, you pulled him into a sudden hug that left him breathless. His wide eyes softened once you ran out of sight and he took a long breath. It was going to be a long 2 weeks.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Not Pretending (one-shot)

Synopsis: Reader’s reunion is just around the corner, which means meeting her ex. They used to be high school sweethearts, but after she found out he was cheating she broke up with him. But now, still being single, the Reader feels like she needs to bring someone and when Bucky offers his assistance, feelings might be revealed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some suggestive stuff, I think swearing, mentions of cheating

Genre: pure fluff

Word count: 4812

   “Steve!”    “What?” the man was startled beyond belief by Y/N’s sudden entrance, so much so his coffee went flying.    “Please tell me there is a mission I have to go on. Please, please, please!” she was on her knees, clutching Captain America’s legs while he himself looked around the room at a very confused Nat and a worried Bucky.    “Umm… no?”    “Ugh,” the girl dramatically fell down to the floor and stayed there, arms and legs stretched out in a starfish while her hair was a messy Y/H/C halo around her face. “Seriously?” she propped her head up to once more look at Steve. “None?”    He only shook his head in dismissal, making the girl groan once again.    “Okay, fine. Are you free tomorrow night?”    “No, Nat and I are gonna go and see that movie we’ve been talking about. Y/N what’s going on?”    She propped open one Y/E/C eye and looked Steve over. “Really? Can you maybe go and see it today?”    “No, we have tickets for tomorrow and answer my question- what’s wrong?”    The Avenger that was lying on the ground had now stood up and was making her way to the couch where Natasha and Bucky were sitting, ‘Brooklyn 9-9’ playing in the background. Steve followed the girl before plopping down in between his girlfriend and best friend before Y/N laid across the three, her head in Nat’s lap, the redhead's palms massaging her head in a soothing motion.    “Why do you need to steal my boyfriend?”    “Because,” Y/N exasperated feeling Steve gently rub her thigh, “my school is having a reunion and I have to go.”    She felt Bucky play with her toes before he spoke up. “And what’s so bad about that?”    Y/N looked into Nat’s green eyes before she slowly exhaled as if not wanting to say the words. “My ex is going to be there.”    “Like the Ex?”    “The very same.”

   “Guys,” Steve was utterly confused, “what are you on about? What ex?”    Y/N rolled to the side, pressing her head into Nat’s stomach like it could hide her from the reality. “We were high school sweethearts, used to be the most popular couple in school. Well, that is until I found out he was cheating on me the whole time right before we left for college.”    “Damn, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”    “Don’t be. I’m completely fine, it’s been years since I got over it, but now with this reunion, I need to go with someone. It’s not that I’m not fine going alone, but can you just imagine all the pitiful gaze and stuff? Yeah, no thank you! So I,” the girl looked back up at Nat, ‘The Puss In Boots’ look on her face, “need to borrow your boyfriend. Or maybe even you, don’t care.”    “Y/N, don’t. Stop with the eyes,” she scolded the woman in her lap, still gently stroking the Y/H/C hair. “I can’t and neither can Steve. We’ve been planning this for months. I’m seriously sorry, but why can’t you just stay home then?”    “Do you know how that will look? Everyone will think that I ain’t over him, that I can’t be an adult in the same room because he did a shitty thing and still even years later I can’t move on.”    Steve and Nat huffed, seeing Y/N’s frustration before an idea popped up in that blond head of the super soldier. “Honey, there is nothing more that I’d like to do than play your boyfriend and beat that ex’s ass of yours, and I know Nat would be absolutely thrilled to do that as well, but maybe Bucky can help you out. I don’t think he’s doing anything tomorrow.”    There was a mischievous look in Steve’s eyes as he looked to his right over to the Winter Soldier. In all fairness, Bucky had wanted to offer his help the second Y/N had entered the room, no matter what it was, but now, his heart was beating so fast he was sure he was going into cardiac arrest. You see Bucky Barnes had a major crush on his fellow Avenger and just the thought of pretending to be with Y/N sent butterflies rolling around in his stomach, but he was not about to push himself like that on Y/N.    “No it’s fine, Buck, you don’t have to,” she gently smiled at the man, making his breath catch in his throat. “I know how you are with crowds, so I ain’t gonna make you do that. I’ll just go on my own and die.”    “Doll,” he was surprised how even his voice sounded when his heart was beating a hundred miles a minute, “if you need me, I’m there.”    “Really, Buck?” there was such hope laced in her words, “you’d do that?”    ‘I’d do anything for you, love’ is what he wanted to say, but instead, he gently squeezed her foot and replied with a “just tell me what time I need to be ready and we're good to go.”    “God, Bucky!” she jumped up and threw her arms around the super soldier, hugging him tightly. Bucky’s only wish at that moment being that she didn’t hear or at this point feel his heart’s erratic beat. “I love you so fucking much!”    With that, she skipped to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, ready to watch the newest episode of the show when Y/N threw her head back and groaned again. “I don’t have anything to wear!”    A small smile was plastered on Nat’s lips as she gave Steve a quick kiss and stood up.    “Come one, you Drama Queen,” the ex-assassin threw an arm around the girl’s shoulder and led her out of the common room, “let’s make you the hottest woman in that place.”    “So,” Steve smirked at Bucky seeing his friend's eyes still trained on the spot where Y/N had been just a few seconds ago. “You’re gonna be her boyfriend then?”    “Shut up you punk. And help me find something to wear,” but there was a bashful smile gracing the man’s face as he stood up and thought that even if it was for just one night, he’d get to be the boyfriend of the woman who held his heart.

   “Y/N were going to be late!” Bucky was standing outside her door, fidgeting with the hem of his red henley. Steve had helped him pick out something that was casual, but at the same time not too informal, as he knew how worried and anxious Y/N was about the whole situation.    “Coming just give me a- off!” there was a loud thud before the door swung open making Bucky gape in amazement. She didn’t look that different from her usual style, but the little black dress, cinched at the waist with a golden belt and the plunging backside made Bucky forget all the languages he knew.    “Sorry, I can’t be bothered with the heels, so you’re gonna be stuck with my short ass and flats.” He looked down at the ballerina shoes, that were laced in a crisscross motion up to her calves making the man gulp in desire. His mind was veering with the thought of slowly untying the laces and looking at Y/N with her chest heaving in anticipation as his hands caressed her body    “Hello? Sarge? You’re spacing out on me. Do I look that bad? I can go and quickly change, I wasn’t that sure about the dress, but Nat insi-“    “God, no doll, you look absolutely breathtaking.”    “I uh… thanks,” now Y/N was at loss for words, the gaze in Bucky’s eyes was so intense, she felt completely exposed.    He cleared his throat and offered the girl his elbow. “Shall we?”    “Yeah, just let me grab my purse.”    Together they made their way to the garage, Tony’s cars all lined up perfectly in a row.    “I thought we were getting a cab?” there was confusion on Y/N’s face as they approached a very expensive looking Jaguar.    “In the beginning we were, but Tony practically threatened to kill me if I didn’t take one of the cars. And why not treat ourselves to something nice?” he opened up the passenger door for Y/N and she swiftly climbed in. “Besides, it’ll give your ex something else to drool over rather than yourself.”    The girl’s eyes became wide as saucers at the comment Bucky had made, noting the slight blush creeping up from his chest to his neck and then his cheeks.    “Aren’t you a charmer?”    “Only for my girl,” he smiled and the engine roared to life.    There was no one else in the team that Y/N felt as comfortable with as she felt with Bucky. He was the only person the girl thought she could be her true self, all the flaws on display, all the broken pieces every bad thought- he’d just accept that and care for her the way she was. And vice versa. Bucky had never felt so free to be around someone. With Steve, he had this need to play the old Bucky he was back in the 40’s, the expectation to be that person, even though Bucky was nowhere near that still lingering in the air. He had changed too much to be the same man Steve almost expected him to be. But not with Y/N. Bucky had told her all of his secrets, well apart from harbouring a giant crush on her, but everything else- she knew about. His nightmares, how he sometimes felt inadequate to be an Avenger, considering his past, he’d allowed her to see his scar and trail her fingers across it. He felt like he didn’t have to pretend, to put on a facade, so now, quickly glancing over at the girl whose beautiful Y/E/C eyes didn’t leave New York City’s lights, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit giddy of how it would be to be her boyfriend for real.    “Turn here,” she pointed at a large opening in the gate where there were already tons of cars queueing to get an available space.    “Buck?” her eyes scanned the crowd moving towards the gym where the reunion would be held.    “Yeah, doll?” he parked the car, unbuckling his seatbelt and looking over at a clearly nervous Y/N. Her fingers were twirling a ring that sat snugly on her pointer finger. Bucky had given it to her on her last birthday and the girl never took it off. The sight of it made him feel all fuzzy and fluffy on the inside.    “Can we maybe go back home and order a pizza? Have a ‘Harry Potter’ marathon? Please, I don’t wanna go.”    “Love, relax,” he took her palms in-between his, gently rubbing her knuckles, trying to relieve the pent-up tension. His metal hand smoothly glided over her skin. Y/N had told him if he wanted he could leave the glove on, but Bucky had insisted on not. He was not about to be ashamed of who he was, not next to Y/N, the one person who accepted all of his faults. “We’ll be fine. We can stay there for half an hour and if you wanna leave then we can. The pizza will be one me,” he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and stepped out of the car, walking around to open Y/N’s door. He saw how her legs were almost shaking with anxiety, but the second his arm wove around her waist she melted against him.        “Now let’s go show those idiots what an amazing and beautiful woman you have become.”    The girl linked arms with Bucky, his metal one to be exact and the pair, their hearts thundering in their chests, walked inside Y/N’s old school.    The first thing she noticed is how pretty much nothing had changed. The same white walls with the burgundy stripe on the top and bottom, her school’s colours, the same banners about being respectful towards your peers and not doing drugs etc, etc.    “There,” she pointed at a table where a blonde woman, her curls perfectly styled to frame her face, sat.    They marched together as a pair and Y/N felt herself relax at Bucky’s never-wavering pressure on her palm.    “And who might you be?” the woman shot Y/N a dazzling smile.    “Y/N L/N.”    “No way!” she exclaimed as if the two were old friends. “The Y/N L/N, the same nerd that was my lab partner in chemistry?”    “Beth?” it came out more like a question than a statement of recognition. The last time the Avenger had seen her was at their graduation, her hair had still been the natural chocolate colour and her nose was definitely not as small, let alone the lips that had been pumped to their fullest capacity.    “Of course, who else!” she threw her arms around Y/N squeezing her in a tight hug, which the girl had no other choice but to respectfully accept.    Slapping the girl’s name above her heart, she turned to look Bucky over, her eyes roaming over his broad shoulders like he was prey, but he didn’t seem to notice Beth. His own gaze was perfectly trained on Y/N, how the colourful lights from inside the gym danced across her features and sparkled in her Y/E/C eyes.     “And who might you be, handsome?”    There was a giant ring on her finger, yet it didn’t stop the woman from flirting with everything that had breath in their lungs.    “I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes. Y/N’s boyfriend. And if I have any say in this, soon enough I'll, hopefully, be more than that.”    Y/N’s eyes immediately shot to look Bucky over and her breath hitched with the statement.    They were just pretending, he was pretending, at least that is what Y/N repeated in her mind over and over again, otherwise the possibility of passing out just skyrocketed.    “Well you’re one lucky girl, L/N,” she pressed Bucky’s name over his henley, the palm lingering on his pecks a bit longer than necessary. “I’ll see you on the inside?”    Without sparing another second she sat back down and turned her attention to the line that had formed behind the pair.    “Please, let’s just get in and get this over with.” Y/N dragged Bucky by his hand as they stepped onto the polished floor.    “Doll,” he wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to her ear. To others, this would look like what a normal boyfriend would do, but for Y/N it was hard to keep it together, his smell invading her nose. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head. How can someone’s scent be that sexy?    “Look at it like a mission. A quick in and out. Nothing more. We gather intelligence, mingle and poof, back in the tower in our PJ’s with a hot pizza on its way.”    “Thank you,” she cupped his rugged cheek and placed a piece of brown hair behind his ear that had untangled itself from the bun he’d created. “I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.”    “Anytime, doll.” His gaze held such love, such care. The pair unconsciously started to lean in, Bucky’s eyes never straining from her lips and vice versa. They were just about to kiss when a voice Y/N hadn’t wanted to hear, invaded their senses.    “L/N! Oh my God! I did not expect to see you here!”    Bucky looked over her shoulder and noted a man with dirty blond hair and green eyes walking towards the pair, a slender woman right by his side.    “Max!” she threw on a fake smile as Y/N turned around expecting to go and give the obligatory hug, but Bucky’s metal arm wove around her waist and he placed his chin in the crook of her neck, the five o'clock shadow tickling her skin. Y/N’s mind immediately went to how it would feel between her legs, scraping her things and leaving a beautiful burn, but this was definitely not the time nor place.    “He the ex?” Bucky murmured.    “Yep,” she popped the ‘p’ and turned her attention back to the approaching man.    “Damn!” he exclaimed leaning in for a hug and holding onto the girl a bit longer than needed, his hand roaming dangerously close to the small of her back and to her ass. “I almost didn’t recognise you. I’m Max,” he extended a hand towards Bucky, clearly puffing out his chest and straining his biceps to appear stronger. But he was nothing compared to the super soldier. “Y/N and I used to be a thing back in the day.”    “Bucky. And Y/N and I are a thing now. Have been for three years.”    Which was somewhat true. They had met three years ago during a mission when the Avengers had gotten ambushed and she’d picked the bad guys out one by one saving everyone’s asses, including Bucky’s. On the way back in the quin-jet they had hit it off and become immediate friends.    “Best three years of my life,” Y/N turned to look at the super soldier and his heart swelled to see her eyes hold nothing but the truth.    “Naw, sugah, don’t say that. We had a good run,” Max butted in, clearly looking Y/N over as if not believing how good she looked.    “Yeah and well it ended, so what can we do.”    Bucky noted the hidden distain in Y/N’s voice and gripped her waist tighter from behind.    “Oh, this is Arabella, my girlfriend.” The woman extended a perfectly manicured palm and Y/N grasped it.    “Pleasure,” she had an accent to her voice, though it was hard for the girl to detect from where.    “Likewise.”    “Love, I’m gonna go get us drinks okay?” Bucky leaned down and pecked Y/N’s cheek. She felt a blush creep up her neck, but most importantly she noted how weird it felt that her and Bucky being together, didn’t feel weird at all. And yes, obviously she had dreamt of it since the crush had started to develop, but Bucky’s acting was so impeccable, it was as if he was also enjoying being a couple. But she had to remind herself, he was only acting, that’s it.    “Hurry back, love.” She replied with a sweet kiss on his own cheek.    “I’ll be like lightning.”    With that, he disappeared into the crowd towards the punch bowls and that left Y/N, Max and Arabella alone.    “Would you mind getting a drink for us as well, sweet-cheeks?” Max turned to the woman, who nodded before walking off, the red dress clinging to her every curve.    Max’s eyebrows were high up in his forehead, a look in his eyes Y/N couldn’t really figure out. “So an Avenger, huh? Never expected for you to go in that kind of a direction. Let alone date one. And the Winter Soldier? Seriously?”    “Things change, people change, with that their dreams as well. And yeah, the Winter Soldier. You gotta problem with that?”    Her arms were crossed over her chest, a defensive pose. Y/N absolutely despised when people mentioned Bucky’s past and her protective instincts kicked in. She’d beat anyone to a pulp if they even looked at him the wrong way. Bucky himself had had to pull the girl away from quite a few fights when her ears had picked up on nasty comments coming from some SHIELD agents who didn’t support Bucky’s involvement.    “Well, just knowing that you could do so much better, it makes me wonder, but other than that, no not really. I mean you look hot as hell.”    It took every ounce of willpower in Y/N’s body not to punch him straight in the face and break his perfect nose in a crumpled mess.    “Yeah, better like what? Like you?”    “Come on, sweetie, that was a one-time thing and you know it. I slipped up. We were good together,” he was sauntering closer and closer, his hands moving to rest on her waist. But Y/N didn’t move, deliberately.    “We were weren’t we?” she looked down onto the ground, her gaze roaming over their feet.    “The Power Couple throughout all high school. What do you say? Wanna relieve it?” his finger was under her chin, making their eyes meet.    “I would… If I didn’t have any brain cells and had absolutely no idea what was good for me. Bucky may have been the Winter Soldier, but you have no idea what I am capable of when you talk bad about the people I love or care about, so Max, if you would be so kind, I would take your filthy hands off of my body before I break every finger in them or better yet, allow Bucky to do so.”    Y/N’s eyes looked over Max to where Bucky was walking back, no doubt having heard the conversation with his super soldier hearing, a proud smile plastered on his face.    “You heard my girl. Take your hands off, or you’ll be in a worse condition than I was after I lost my arm.”    Bucky handed the girl her drink and threw his left arm over her shoulder, the metal glinting in the variously coloured lights.    “I can still see you’re making dumb decisions, Y/N.” Max stepped back, hands in his pockets as if actually scared the pair would break his fingers.    Arabella had come back and handed Max his drink, the guy downing it in seconds.    “My only dumb decision was ever being with you, ever trusting that your cheating days were behind when we started dating. Arabella,” Y/N addressed the woman, “you seem like a lovely girl, you can do so much better than this nobody. Cause if he has no problems hitting on an ex in a crowded room full of people we both know, he’ll have no problems doing that with a stranger.”    With that Y/N and Bucky walked off, the man dragging her onto the dance floor where Benny Goodman’s ‘Sing, Sing, Sing’ had started to play. Y/N immediately recognised the tune as Bucky had wanted to relearn how to dance like he used to back in the day and the girl had been his partner in various moments.    “That was so hot,” he shouted over the music, drinking his punch and Y/N doing the same before distracting the plastic cups and jumping onto the dance floor.    “No one talks bad about my family,” she smiled so wide Bucky felt his heart skip a beat. With the amount that it did that, especially around Y/N, he was surprised he wasn’t dead.    To Y/N’s own bewilderment, she found herself having a great time, Bucky flipping and spinning her around to the music, eliciting laughter with every movement. Even with the songs like ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ which the DJ promptly introduced as taking them back to that cringe-worthy emo phase, Bucky was belting out every lyric alongside Y/N.    Throughout the reunion, she could feel a pair of eyes constantly watching her. She knew it was Max, but the girl didn’t care. In her world there existed nothing but Bucky. And as the DJ turned on a slow song, the most cliche one possible- Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’-, their feet skidded to a halt and the man pulled their bodies close to one another, chests heaving from their activities.    “You know what, this is not that bad. And all thanks to you Bucky,” Y/N smiled up at him, forehead going to rest on his broad chest.    “I’d do anything for you, doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.    Her heart almost stopped at the sincerity of his words, as he softly sang the song.

I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, Darling, you look perfect tonight….

   Bucky looked down at the girl who was already looking into his piercing blue eyes.    “I don’t want to pretend,” it was now or never and he was not about to lose his chance, “not with this. I want to call you mine and I want to be yours. I want to wake up next to you and wrap you in my arms. I want to hold you and kiss you and I want to make fun of how messy you look in the mornings, which you’ll rebuff with your usual 'shut up', but this time you’ll accompany it with a kiss. I,” he couldn’t form words anymore, how intensely Y/N was looking at him, “I love you and I don’t want to pretend that I’m fine with being just friends. Not anymore.”    It took her a couple of moments to soak in what Bucky had said. She had to actually pinch herself on one of the palms that were still tightly wrapped around Bucky’s neck. Was her heart beating? Was there air flowing into her lungs? Y/N couldn’t tell anymore, for she was probably dead. I mean that would be the only reason why Bucky would say any of that. Right?    “Doll?” his palm gently cupped her cheek, eyes searching for any kind of an answer, a refusal anything, but before he could even move a muscle, Y/N pressed her lips to his, having to stand on her very tippy toes to reach the man.    But once Bucky’s brain processed what was happening, a giant smile made it’s way onto his face, as he fully wrapped both of his arms around the girl and lifted her up, spinning them around.    “So, I hope that is a yes? To being my girl?” he asked her after catching his breath.    “Only if you be my man.”    “Doll, I’ve belonged to you since the day you walked into my life.”    Y/N couldn’t help herself, she pushed her fingers into the dark locks, that were now fully untangled and kissed him deeply, slowly and hard, making their bodies mould together like clay.    “So how about that pizza?” She smoothed down the now wrinkly henley, letting her shaky fingers skim his skin were the shirt ended and his pants started. “And maybe something else after that?” There was a suggestive smile on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows.    Bucky groaned throwing his head back before kissing her once more.    “You’ll be the death, of me, woman.”    “Well then if you’ll allow me, I’d like to show you a good time before you go,” she detached herself from Bucky’s body and put a swing to her hips. Now there were two pairs of eyes trailing along where she was walking towards the exit, but Y/N cared only about one, who soon caught up and picked her up bridal style, a shriek escaping the girl’s mouth as she barely had time to clutch onto Bucky’s shoulders.    And when they got home, and ordered that pizza, a movie playing in the background, when their clothes got thrown on the floor, and the pair lost themselves in the world of lust and moans, breathless calls of their names and explosions of pleasure, when their bodies were sore and sweaty, a tangled mess of limbs, sweet caresses and light kisses, Y/N thought to herself that maybe reunions and exes weren’t that bad. Not if that meant finding your one true love.

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