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grippingbeskar · 2 years ago

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Hey lovely 😊 how's life? How are you REALLY doing?

I'm patiently waiting for 25th chapter of salt, ice and fire. 😇 It's totally fine if you want to concentrate on something else for a while, just wanted to know if you're okay 🥹

It is a coincidence, but everytime I had a shitty day, suddenly a new chapter came out and it always made me feel so much better. I'm having extremely hard time at work lately and everyday I'm hoping for the next chapter. At the same time I don't want it to end yet and the realization breaks my heart, so actually I'm glad you haven't posted it 🫠

I'm such a tragic piece of shit 😆

Anyway, can I have a tiny tiny request? I'd love a one shot with Frank with a lot of fluff and "sweeheart"(s) and love and just Frank being supportive and protective, basically anything that would take my mind off work. I've been getting up way too early, coming home late, the job itself is not so bad, but the people are awful. To be honest, everyday I come home shut the front door and just break down in tears.

Whoa, can't believe I made this about myself, when I was asking how are YOU doing. I still wanna know! 🙃

I hope I'm not asking too much, if you don't feel like writing it, I'll understand.

Take care 🖤

sweet loving— a SIAF drabble

— @lemon-world1 read the end of this fic for my long ass reply to this sweet message, i ranted a bit too long lmao 💞

— also, this can be read as a lil one shot, but it’s set in my series universe, salt, ice and fire, between chapter 24 and 25. but it’s just sweet and fluffy. this isn’t proof read i wrote it as soon as i got this ask so pls excuse any errors <3

— warnings: none. just happy thoughts :)

Your shoulders ache, feet past the point of pain as you trudge through the door and slam it behind you. It wasn’t anything in particular— more everything all at once that was weighing on you. Even your hands shook as they through the keys on the table, the loud clatter like a final straw, making your eyes squeeze shut at the noisy intrusion.

You only make it about three steps forward before you hear him moving. It’s late— windows permanently drawn shut, but usually the light can trickle in when the sun hits, dancing along the old wood floors like shimmering diamonds. Not now though. Apart from the hue of the moon, the apartment is pitch black, so even if your eyes were open you wouldn’t see him coming. He clears the length of the living room in only a few long strides, your eyes not even having time to open before you feel him.

He doesn’t say anything, either because it’s so late and he doesn’t want to crack the silence or because he could tell it had been a long day. He always could just tell— it would of been unnerving, how easily he could read you, if you didn’t love it so much. His arms wrap tightly around your lower back, the other snaking under your ass so he can lift you up off the floor. Your legs relax around him, a years worth of tension floating down and away from you just in the way he holds you close.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, back almost arching into the heat of his body. He had been asleep, you could tell because of how warm his skin was, and how he groaned lazily as he turned to walk you into your bedroom.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He murmurs, head dipping to kiss under your jaw. You can’t find words just yet, just humming in response as his lips continue their path down your neck. It’s all softness and sweetness, and it’s another way Frank manages to read you. He knows what you want before you ever have to ask for it.

You expect to be taken to bed, content to fall asleep in the clothes you were in all day if it meant staying attached to Frank’s body, but instead you feel the cold porcelain of the sink under your thighs. Your eyes flutter open, seeing the cool tones of your bathroom shadowed behind Franks body, his hands holding your head up.

“Hey.” You smile lazily, and he returns it, light sparkling in his eye when you nuzzle your face into his palm. “What’re we doing in here?”

“Getting changed.” He says simply, his hands travelling down to hook underneath your shirt and swiftly pull it over your head. You let him move you around, a sleepy smile on your face, content to do whatever it is he wants you to do. “Can’t sleep in jeans.”

“I can just sleep naked.” He leans into your open legs, chest pressing to yours as he laughs, the sound muffled in your hair. You feel his hands again, calloused and searching for the clip of your bra, undoing it like he has a thousand times before. It still sends a shiver up your spine.

“Heads always in the gutter, ain’t it sweetheart?” He pulls a shirt— his shirt, you can tell— over your head, before his hands come back to your cheeks to encourage you closer. He finally kissed you, and you sigh appreciatively, like he’s serving you something you’ve craved for months, though it had really just been mere hours.

The kiss is slow. His lips melt into your own, your body slumping forward to taste more of him. Your hands wander through his hair, down his neck to his shoulders, his skin still impossibly warm despite the chill air of the bathroom. You moan as his hands dip again, slowly working the button on your jeans. When they give, he slides you off the counter, and you whine when his lips leave yours.

“Frank.” You pout, and he shakes his head. You can see the smug smirk of his face from this angle as he sinks down in front of you, taking your jeans off and freeing your legs so you stood before him in just his shirt and your underwear.

He takes his time coming back up, hands sliding up the skin of your calves, slowly up behind your thighs, stopping on your ass. He can’t help himself even in the middle of the night, giving the flesh a light squeeze that he knows always makes you laugh before stilling on your hips.

“Didn’t realise you’d be so late, baby.” He flicks the lights off, sinking you both into darkness as he guides you back to your bedroom.

“Neither. Took too long.” You can’t think about the events of the day, not when he’s kissing you all over, worshipping every bit of you he can reach before he tugs you down on the bed.

“What happened?” He wraps his arms around you, trailing his fingers up and down your leg as he pulls you flush against his body.

“Someone was just… they said some shit when I walked past. Nothing crazy, I just— “ You whisper all of it in confession. “People are just the fucking worst sometimes.”

“Who?” Franks voice drops lower, a tone you only recognise when he’s holding a gun.

“I don’t know them. It’s fine, I just don’t want to think about it anymore.” Frank grumbles something aggressive under his breath, and you have no doubt he’ll push you on it tomorrow, but for now his hands are too distracting, and the wet heat of his mouth under your jaw has you sighing his name. “Fuck, Frank.”

“It’s late, baby. Get some sleep— I’ll take care of you in the morning.” His words drip like honey down your spine, full of care and affection you wouldn’t think was possible from someone who used to be so hard and cold to you. Now, it was impossible to place him acting with anything but utter adoration with you.

You hum again, and as much as you want to roll over and show him how much you appreciate him, the simple touches and gestures of this moment are sending you drifting off to a place of complete relaxation. So much so that you can feel sleep creeping up behind your closed eyes, Frank still kissing you softly on the top of your head before tucking himself behind you on the pillows.

“Love you, Frankie.” You feel him puff out a breath at the nickname, his smile evident on your skin.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He replies back, and you drift to sleep, knowing Frank will always give you exactly what you need, even if it’s as simple as a good nights sleep.

—first hello. i want you to know this literally made me CRY. like tears were shed. you are the sweetest person ever i am actually a mess. i love hearing that the story has the ability to make you happy in any way, it’s all i ever wanted to do and i appreciate you so much! i am working on the next chapter, ngl i have been distracted watching the last of us and falling into a joel miller hole (he is just so fine i whfjeigkfj) BUT it’s coming!!!

—and i am in the same boat. i don’t want the story to end at all, and i think that’s why i’m putting off writing this next chapter. i know there’s one more after this, but i think i’ll have written everything i wanted to write for this series after the next two. so i think that will actually be it and i am EMOTIONAL! i think i’ll take a little break from series, because i miss writing one shots for frank BUT there is more series in the future, and i will definitely not stop writing for frank ever. he’s my number one forever and always.

—i’m so so sorry you’re having a hard time at the moment, but i hope this tiny lil moment right here helps a little!!! i’ve placed it in the SIAF world, and it’s literally the timeline right in between the last chapter and the next chapter, so i’m basically bribing you with this in hopes it’ll help until i finish the next chapter 😭

—okay i’ll stop ranting now, but as soon as i saw this ask i was like i need to write this right now because you deserve it. lots of love, and i hope things start to look up for you. xx

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #marvel tv #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #marvel #the punisher x y/n

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eldritchmochi · 1 year ago

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an updoot: SURGERY HAS BEEN SCHEDULED

it is unfortunately not until october 4th :I

which honestly is kind of what we were expecting. at least i get to have my already-paid-for vacation??????? :III

my PFML paperwork should be processed by end of next week at the latest, so i should hopefully be able to get my back pay before i need buy more than an absurd number of cans of a very specific chicken broth, but i am going to have a couple of bills due soon that we are unlikely to be able to cover out of cherry's paycheck

i have my credit card payment, due sept 13th, thats a minimum of $200 (the balance is so high now o__o;;) then my phone bill, due sept 15th, for $80

cherry's check comfortably covers all their bills, they just don't get paid til the 14th so we can't cheese my credit card (i know calling and asking for an extension is an option but i dont wanna move the goalpost if i can help it since idk for sure when i'll get my back pay just yet). I do have about 75 bucks already, so it's not too big of a gap to fill. venmo and paypal are both @/sumomomochi

i HAVE however gotten quite a bit forward into coping skills, so i have 31c and probably soon 31d i can offer up as bait for EQUIVELENT EXCHANGE should u prefer. no minimum cos this is an "anything helps" kinda situation, just dm me sum proof or include an email in ur purchase notes and i'll send u GEEFT. i also have an offer for DEVELOPMENTAL EDITING i'll throw a post up for soon too so keep ur eyes peeled for that link

as far as food goes, i am pretty set for probably the next week or so. i have just an ungodly amount of nutritional shakes, and we have some buddies who are gonna come help batch make some meals for cherry to stock our freezer. if you have suggestions for super easy super cheap batch meals that do not hinge on garlic and/or onion for flavour, my asks are open gimme recipes

i am also bored out of my fucking gourd so once again i beg of u, gimme ENRICHMENT. liveblog rereading my fic and tag me, or demand not pinterest boards i hate pinterest but like clothing reference for xyz outfit in whatever fic (its all real clothing folks. mostly), or otherwise make me lecture on something. blese. im bored ;n; (see above for other approved modes of harassing the moch)

IN CONCLUSION:

i got $280 in bills i gotta pay next week and only $75ish to put towards them. vm/pp are both @/sumomomochi i will send you Yet More Porn if u give me a way to do so

alternatively, i'll be offering my services as a developmental editor for all your smutty need. deets will be linked here when i get THAT post up

further, soliciting recipes for easy and cheap meals to batch make, especially if theyre like "put can of x in crockpot alongside x seasoning packet and sum meat, enjoy 4-6hrs later". pls send me an ask or i guess dm me a link if theyre links its chill you can cold call

finally, i have ten more weeks stuck doing BASICALLY nothing please for the love of god entertain me you have permission i promise i have a high tolerance for weirdos and am very good natured about people being awkward

okay so, to have a place for consolidated information for the next little bit, since i'm sure folks have QUESTIONS given my incredibly aggressive gallows humour

MOCHI, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT?? (guts edition)

tldr ive been getting a number of recurrent small bowel obstructions located in my duodenum (first part of the small intestine, connecting the stomach to the rest of the bowel) due to external pressure on the duodenum around the 3rd to 4th (of 4) section. what's causing the pressure?? no clue actually ive done a bazillion scans and none of them have been quite clear enough for a real confident dx so i get to have surgery about it at some point in the near future

current theory is the pressure is from some sort of non-cancerous tumor mass and the plan is to cut me open nice and big, look about, and remove both this mass and the affected section of the duodenum (.5 of an organ) at a minimum, but may involve fully bipassing the duodenum when my guts get hooked back up to my stomach which could (would???) also require removing my gallbladder (1 and 2 organs respectively) (i'm having so much yanked out of my abdomen this summer jfc)

atm i'm still waiting for scheduling to give me a call to set things up. surgeon's estimate was 4-5 weeks from now (8/17 when he called). from that point i'll spend a week-ish in the hospital to make sure all hoses are firmly affixed, and then i'll have a month at a minimum before i'm reasonably healed and can go back to normal life

i have good insurance and the luck (????) of being incredibly ill at the best of times, so i've already hit my out of pocket max and thus this WHOLE THING even back dating to my first er visit end of june will cost a whopping 189$ that i've already paid. i also should qualify for my states paid medical leave and my wife will get a hefty chunk of change for living expenses via student loans. however, both those things won't hit until late september at the earliest

long term, im not expecting much of a financial burden, but short term we could use a hand with groceries and similar while we wait for my backpay and my wife's student loans

for venmo and paypal: i am @/sumomomochi for both and either is fine, though pp is labeled as a business account so pls mark f&f if you can

i also have this amazon wishlist ( https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/N1NSTH3JPCX2?ref_=wl_share ) that is like 90% meal replacement shakes and bulk shelf stable snacks, but also has a couple of other useful things like bathing wipes since i am unlikely to be able to shower well post surgery, pj pants for when it cools down (i went up a size with t because my ass and thighs got just so beefy and thus have one pair that fits rn lmao), and cat food for the penni (gotta keep my nurse well paid)

uuuh what else

like i said, i'm incredibly ill at the best of times so i am a champ at weathering this sort of stuff its nbd. "i'm sorry"s are not helpful, i'd much rather have people ask direct specific questions, either about my health status or things i'm doing to keep busy (ie "any new and fun things causing tummy issues?" or "hows your battle vest coming?" or "whats your fav line youve written this week?"). engagement and entertainment is Important to keep me from climbing the walls but i swear i will bite at straight sympathy

things ive been doing to keep me out of the er include: laying on my left side or stomach (The Digestion Position; helps get food past the squished part); eating a semi-liquid diet (hence ensure, jello, pudding, the like, though its important that i also eat solid food as much as is tolerated, which is such a delicate balance. this is why i cannot currently work); going on stupid little walks for my stupid digestive health (honestly the most important thing i can do, which im mad about, because it requires pants, but not only encourages guts to digest but also will help me not decondition, which i have already done a lot of :I)

things YOU can do to help (because i know *i* am a helper but also what is actually helpful??): financially with the above deets (no pressure); asks, comments, and other conversational interactions (i am absolutely chill with basically any kind of question and i dont mind dms if youd prefer privacy, just dont pedestal me i promise i am just A Dude); fanart for my fics (i do not care if you "cant draw" i will still love it); prompts for fandom but not necessarily fic projects (wardrobe moodboards/meta for characters, playlists/songs, smut writing how to questions, cosplay progress/plans qs, those "what was x's pov in this scene/what specifically happened between x and y in this fic?" qs andor other ask meme things idk dude i haven't been able to do shit for almost three months im booooored)

in conclusion

nurse penni says do not worry about herb patient, he is in good hands, just be sure to offer regular enrichment

#mochi rambles #mochi's medical mischief #now will these read more tags work it has been SO LONG #no so there will be no read more because i dont wanna fite with it #yes i know theres the squiggly line thing but shhh #i have Reasons #and those reasons are pf's read more is superior

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fraidy-farfelle · 2 years ago

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Gone Campin’- John Doe x Female!Reader

Gone Campin’ — John Doe x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, almost drowning, John eating suspicious meat,

You sighed as you fumbled with your keys, trying to get them in the lock. Today had been unusually busy at the gas station and you were sick of having to put on your customer service façade. Before you could turn the key, the door flew open, and you came face to chest with a grey t shirt with a question mark on it. You watched as it morphed into a heart.

“Y/N!!! YOU’RE FINALLY HOME!!!!” Doe exclaimed as he glomped you into a tight hug. “I missed you too, Doe!” You wheezed out, wrapping your arms around him in turn. He walked you both backwards, kicking the door shut.

After confronting him about the time loop and expressing your feelings, he had moved into your apartment. It was an adjustment, to be sure. He told you about his species the “regular guy,” and was thrilled that you were able to easily accept him. He had a learning curve, as he missed a lot of human social cues, but he was a fast learner, and went from starting a kitchen fire to cooking your favorite foods for you. You had gotten used to him having to touch you constantly, and now you found you were happiest when you were in his arms.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. “Long day, huh?” He asked. You groaned and nestled your face in his chest. He giggled at your childish behavior, and rubbed soothing circles into your back. “Dinner will be ready soon. Why don’t you shower?” He suggested. You nodded and thanked him. He let you go reluctantly.

After dinner, you were laying on top of him on the couch while you watched TV together. “Hey, Doe?” “Hmm?” “I wanna get out of the valley for a few days.” “W-what?? Are y-you already tired of me?! I can change! I swear I’ll-“ “Whoa, calm down! I love you, honey, I meant TOGETHER.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Pl-please don’t scare me like that! I love love love you! I can’t go without you…” you shushed him and rubbed his hair, carefully. He started purring, melting into your touch. “It’s a long weekend. I think we should go camping. Get away from everyone and everything.” You explained. “Anything you want, love!” He chirped happily.

You located a small lake on the map, and the next morning you and Doe were on your way into the wilderness. It was nearing the end of winter, and you had dressed accordingly. Doe, of course, was oblivious to the cold, and wore his traditional black ensemble. As his species couldn’t be in water, you assigned him to building the fire while you punched a hole in the ice to fish.

Fortunately, there was a shallow cave that provided shelter on the shoreline, so you laid your bedding down in it and put the fire about five feet away for warmth. Though occupied with his task, Doe paid close attention to what you were doing. He’d developed an odd sense of foreboding when you arrived at the lake and couldn’t seem to shake it. He didn’t want you to go on the ice, but knew better than to talk you out of it.

Doe sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, having successfully lit the fire. He watched you closely. You managed to catch a sizable brown trout, so you started to walk back towards him. His fears were unfortunately realized.

As you took a step forward, a crack formed in the ice. Your blood ran cold and you froze, helpless as you watched the crack grow. Your wide, fear filled eyes looked to Doe, who screamed your name out in horror as the ice finally gave way. The last thing you saw was Doe running towards you.

Without thinking, he raced to the lake and jumped in the icy water. He hissed in pain, immediately feeling his assumed form start to dissolve. He grit his teeth and ignored the discomfort as he clumsily swam after you. He managed to latch on to your wrist. He pulled you to him and kicked with all his might to the top. His feet were already gone as his head breached the lake surface. He hauled you onto his back, his hair holding you in place as made his way to the shore.

By the time he pulled you out of the frigid water, he had lost his legs up to his knees, and his fingers were starting to melt. He crawled to the cave and with the last of his form’s strength, he ripped the wet clothes from your body. As his face began to droop off, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, praying to every deity he could think of for you to be okay. He knew humans were fragile, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

❄️❄️❄️

When you awoke, the sun was poking over the horizon, and the fire was reduced to only embers. You felt unbelievably cold, except for your chest. There was a warm weight you couldn’t identify. As you rubbed your eyes, you heard a strange chirping sound. You looked to your chest and were surprised to see a large eye attached to a hair ball. The eye’s pupil widened and a heart appeared in the center as the creature squealed and bounced up and down with what you assumed was joy.

Your mind was reeling as the eye closed and nuzzled itself against your heart, purring loudly. You scanned your body and found you were completely naked, but the eye’s long hair had stretched and was wrapped tightly around your breasts like a sleeveless bra. Wait, you recognized this hair. “D-doe?” You croaked out. The eye’s heart got bigger and it seemed to nod at you. You recalled that he had told you his species couldn’t be in water, hence why you had been the one to go on the ice. ‘He must’ve gone after me…’ you mused.

“So, this is what you look like?” You asked it. The eye trembled in fear, squeezing itself closed. You realized he was afraid of what you thought of his natural appearance. You raised a shaky hand to caress the hair. “Thank you for saving me, John Doe. I love you in any form you take.” You told him gently. The eye popped back open and stared, seemingly processing what you had said. After a moment, the pupil nearly overtook the whole eye, and the heart shape returned to the middle. He made six distinct chirps, which for some reason you could practically hear him say “I love love love you, too!”

His hair retracted from your chest, and he hopped over to the duffel bag he had brought. He turned to you and chirped. You slowly crawled over to him and unzipped the bag. It was full of containers of teeth and raw meat that you figured you didn’t want to know where it came from. You pulled them out and opened them for him. He gently hopped at your shoulder, like he was pushing you to turn the other direction. You realized he was telling you to look away. You made your way to the fire and added fuel to it. You heard crunching noises and covered your ears.

A few minutes later, you heard Doe’s voice. “Are you alright?” You turned and saw a tired looking, naked, John Doe. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just cold and tired.” You said. He gave a tired smile and pulled you into his arms. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I did my best to keep you warm.” He whispered into your shoulder. “I think you’re cute!” You giggled, letting a curl of his hair wrap around your finger affectionately. “You’re truly something else.” He chuckled, and lifted you from the ground. He got the blanket from your bag, and sat with his legs splayed apart, so you could sit comfortably between them. He let you settle yourself, so you were chest to chest, and wrapped you both tightly. You sighed in contentment, letting the warmth from him and the fire envelop you.

It wasn’t long before something poked your butt. “Uh, Doe?” “S-sorry! I just- you saw my true form and still told me you loved me- and now you’re naked and in my lap and I can’t help-“ “Doe! Hey, it’s okay. You’re in a human form, it’s a natural response. But, maybe it’s not a bad thing.” “I, it’s not?” “It’ll warm us both up, no?” You suggested, a devious smile forming on your face. Doe looked pensive for a moment. “Only if you feel strong enough.” He said, looking you in the eyes. You didn’t answer, instead pulling him in for a kiss.

He enthusiastically returned it, running his hands up and down your body. He groaned as you ground your hips against his. He let his right hand travel down in between your legs, his index finger gathering slick from your entrance before gently circling your clit. You squealed and rubbed yourself against his touch. You could feel his member throbbing as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving a bright red mark.

“Mmm… you’re all mine, y/n….” He moaned out into your ear. “All yours, baby. Always.” You agreed, rubbing his shoulders. He slipped his fingers inside, scissoring them, while flicking your clit with his thumb. He stopped when you began to clench around him. “Don’t stop!” You whined. “Shhh, don’t worry love. I’ll take care of you.” He soothed, lifting your hips up with both his hands. He lined himself up and slammed you down on his hard cock, causing you both to cry out. He gave you a moment to adjust. He rested his forehead on yours as he started a steady rhythm. You moaned at the lewd, wet noises your pussy made. He specially formed his member to hit all of your sweet spots, so it didn’t take long for you to teeter on the edge.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close! Cum with me Doe, please! Cum inside!” You wailed, tears and drool running down your face. “I can do that..” he groaned. He lowered his head to suck at your breast, while reaching his hand to toy with your clit again. He focused energy in his cock to make semen like fluid to appease you. “Doe! I’m gonna-“ “That’s it, love, let go… cum for me!” He crooned. At his behest, you spasmed around his cock, and let yourself get lost in the ecstasy he brought you. He cried out your name and shot imitation semen inside you. He held you close as you caught your breath.

You felt the blanket being wrapped more securely around you. “Are you warmer now?” He asked, looking at you in concern. “Much. Let’s sleep a little and then we’ll head home.” You said, and snuggled yourself closer to him, not making any move to pull him out of you. He smiled at you, hugging you close to him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered, but you were already asleep.

#John Doe game #john doe x reader #john Doe +

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spikesbimbo · 4 years ago

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★ 5 stages of ‘love’

☆ makki x f!reader

☆ corruption, virgin!reader, somno, established relationship,unproctected sex, fingering, nipple play, mutual masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), throat fucking, voyerism (for like a sec)

☆ wc 6.5k

☆ a/n: this is a monster of a fic that i just wanted to be horny with but oh well, we got here. ★ for @seita corruption collab ★

18+ Minors DNI

Yeah you were a perv, but so was he.

Yes, a virgin one. But the way he was the only thing running through your mind as soon as you saw him, keeping you up late at after he called you an innocent pet name that you couldn't help but turn dirty as your clit was sore and aching by your own doing at the end of the night. The first man to ever catch your eye, to make you want him, putting on the same cherry lip gloss he was kissing off now just to get his attention on you.

The way his relaxed body was over your tense one, barely keeping his mind in check as his lips were stuck on yours, wanting to eat you up. Noses brushing while his hands didn't move from your waist. His fingers tracing circles into your skin, digging into your flesh the gentlest he could.

“Hir-” You tried to start, but your deep breath was snatched from your lips as his met yours once again, his scent lingering on you along with his hands not once leaving you.

Sliding his tongue forward into your mouth, meeting him tentatively as you let him take control, never feeling anything like kissing him. He was so intense and slow with the lighthearted look in his eyes; but you could feel the lust in his lips, the tension in his build as your own body went weak and pliant under him. But when his hands went under your skirt, fingers tracing the back of your panties, you froze.

“Hiro, wait.”

Stopping as he leaned back, anxiety rushing into you because you knew he must be hard, in fact you could feel it. But again, he was the first man to ever touch you, hold you, kiss you, make you feel some type of way.

Feeling burdensome that you always get him so worked up just for him to go take care of it himself in the bathroom while you sat there pawing with your clothes, waiting for him to come and tell you it was okay to be nervous to go further for the nth time.

His hand rubbing the side of your head while you sat in his lap chest to chest, chipped fingernails tracing his neck. The itch to please him was crawling under your skin, nerves pushed to the back as your hips moved slightly along his thigh. You wanted to be held in his arms and feel him grow hard again, wanting to be the best you could for him.

Arms wrapping loosely around you, just enough so you didn't fall from his lap, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. Feeling yourself grow wetter as your eyes looked up to his, grinding on his cock and sliding your tongue deeper into his mouth.

You were nothing but desperate at this point, full of want and need.

Wanting to know how his warm hands would feel like on your skin, already hot just from just his presence. Wanting to feel him without layers of clothing blocking you. Mumbling four words into his lips before you broke the kiss while looking up at him again. Spit still connecting you two until his hands cupped your face squishing your cheeks together, trying to control the pure eagerness in his body as you repeated yourself.

“You can touch me.” The room growing more silent as you whispered it out loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes widening in shock as a smirk surfaced on his face “Really? Like down there?”

“Stop saying it like that!” You said as you turned your head into his chest. “And yes...down there.”

Vision spinning as he quickly turned your back to his chest, his hands already spreading your legs as he dragged your shorts down. His fingers working their way down your sides, landing just below your stomach. Feeling his hot breath on your neck as they inched further down, thighs clenching around nothing. “H-hold on.” you whined.

Not listening in the slightest as you felt a light slap on your thighs after closing them. His touch being the only thing you felt, all your senses belong to him at the moment as his hands made there way down your panties.

“Wait.”

“Again? What this time pretty girl, hm?” Feigning annoyance, as he couldn't help but smile at your cute expression.

“Wanna take care of you too.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder as your pretty fucked out pout has him going crazy, his cock growing harder than before as your lips were puckered out, all wet and glossy, eyes in a whole nother world.

“You know how?” He asked, his hands holding your face as he thumbed your cheek, swiping across your lips every time.

“Kinda?“

“ ‘Kinda’ my ass, baby. Porn is mostly fake, I guarantee you if you try to take it all you're gonna choke and die. Then what am I supposed to do, hm?”

“M’not gonna die… pinky promise.” Your grin growing along with his as your hands unbuckled his belt, leaning back on his arms, head tilted back, not wanting to look at you just yet or he'd swear he cum. Fingers excitingly trembling as you unzipped his pants, eyes landing on his bugle as your palm grasped it, hearing the prettiest noise leave his mouth as you looked up to him, his cheeks burning red as your confidence grew along with your impatience.

Pulling his briefs down as he groaned from the cold air hitting it. You don't know if it was your loved filled gaze, but his cock was the prettiest one you've ever seen. Thumb tracing his pretty pink tip covered in precum, using it as lube as you tried to remember how the videos went down that you watched last night.

Grabbing his shaft with your hand, looking up at him to see if you were doing it right, and by his hazed gaze you guessed it at least had to feel slightly good, stroking it up and down, eyes moving back and forth between his cock and his face.

“Yeah fuck, just like that baby.” Your ego rising as his eyes fluttered, replacing the nerves as you finally felt proud of yourself.

His eyes opening at a record speed as he felt your soft wet lips on his tip, drooling all over it as your tongue lapped over his slit, flicking back and forth.

“Jesus fucking christ, sweetheart!” He groaned out as his head got thrown back, his hand moving to rest on your neck, fingers stroking the back of, trying his best not to rut up into your mouth. “You wanna take it all, pretty girl? You gotta relax your throat for me baby, okay?

“Mhm,” You choked out, voice thick and scratchy. “Want you.”

“Gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock, hm?” Looking down as his thumb parted your lips, waiting till you took a deep breath before he slid back inside, pushing forward as slowly as he could until he hit the back of your mouth.

Trying your best not to gag as you gripped onto your thumb, remembering what you read online, but he pushed forward again until his cock slid into your throat.

The tightness making your eyes water as you reached up to wipe them, but he was already on it, thumb catching your tears as he cooed at for taking it so well.

“Yeah, fuck. You feel so good baby- fuck.... so fucking good.”

His grip tightening on your neck as he let out a groan of relief at the feeling. Thrusting himself into your mouth with a little more force, the sounds of your gags being music to his ears, fuck you were such an angel, letting him fuck his throat and use his mouth how he wanted.

He could feel his balls tensing up as the pressure built in his back while your pretty little mouth gagged around him again, the pulse of your throat had him so close to cumming, but his gentlemanly side took over as he remembered this was about you, not him.

“God damn baby hold on, you're gonna make me nut so fast if you keep that up.”

Pressing his lips into your forehead as he took your head off his cock, going back to stroking it while your greedy cum stained lips met his. Not even feeling his hands wonder on your body until they touched your clit. Keening at the feeling while you moaned into his mouth as you could feel his smirk. The only part of your body you could control was your hand, the rest going limp into his side, legs spread open as he whispered dirty praise into your ear while tracing lazy circles into your swollen nub.

A gasp leaving your mouth as his lips disconnected from yours and attached themselves to your nipple, not leaving it once as your back arched at his touch,your trembling hands finding their way into his hair to loosely hold him against your chest.

Internally cooing at how precious your little moans were, your blissed out face was the only thing he looked forward to. You were so sensitive and he knew it, from the moment he gave you your first kiss seeing that look in your eyes, he knew he was stuck with you for life.

He felt like he could spend all day just teasing you and working you up until he could read you like a book. Trying your best to be so patient with him even though you wanted to jump him as soon as his eyes met yours. No regret in his system that he loved watching you get so skittish under him until your pretty little eyes were red and swollen as he held your shaking body close.

He bit and tugged on the sensitive little bud in between his lips, pulling out a strained moan from you, eyes opening to your lips being held back and eyebrows pushed together. Looking like the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on as he pressed soft kisses on them to ease the pain.

“Wanna cum, hiro... pl- please!”

Your hand wasn't even moving anymore, but your grip was still strong as he fucked himself into it while your moans grew more erratic, all his attention back on you as he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming and ingrain it in his memory.

Mind going in and out as your wet spit stained fingers were knuckle deep in your mouth and your panties somehow ended up on the tip of your feet and legs lifted in the air as his hand continued to abuse your cunt.

“Then cum baby, no one’s stopping you.”

Feeling his sloppy kisses on your neck down to your shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body grinded onto his fingers. Sending you over the edge just enough to finally catch that wave of pleasure as it ran though your body, riding it out the whole way while he guided you through it.

Taking in every detail while he felt your hole twitch around nothing as you finally came, gushing onto his fingers, soft body clinging onto his throughout your whole orgasm. Lying In his arm, only hearing his praise go in one ear and out the other as your hand brushed against his crotch, seeing that he was still hard.

Weak fingers once again wrapping themselves around his shaft, letting out a groan before he helped you out. His hands wrapping around yours, aiding you as he used your hand like a human fleshlight, bouncing it up and down as it didn't take long for him to come close.

“Fuck-, I’m gonna cum, baby… where you want it?… “

Eyes fluttering open as you opened your mouth, tongue placed out as you let out a moan, letting him know. “There?…” He asked as he was already moving.

Standing up as he jacked off the remaining into your face, seeing his balls swing back and forth every time his hand came back, the way his veins were throbbing right now as his tip grew redder and redder.

“Fuck-”

Mouth opening eagerly as you wanted to make him cum too, and after a short moment you felt him release onto your face and mouth, still fisitng his cock as he laid the tip on your tongue. Reflexes making you close your eyes as you felt more come into your mouth.

Not closing your lips when he pulled out, wanting to show him what a good job you did as you waited for his praise. Locking eyes with him as he gave you what you wanted, finally having the chance to lick it up as it was spilling out of your mouth, the taste almost making you gag again but luckily he was too far gone to notice.

Both of your chests heaving and panting as he pulled you up against him, laying against the couch together while he rubbed your sides.

God, you were so good to him.

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Head heavy as you woke up in his bed alone, sleepy eyes opening seeing that he left for work hours ago, the clock reading 4:15PM in front of the wall of pictures he always took of you two, while you held onto his pillow that was just as soft and firm as him. Missing the way he held you, missing the way his arms wrapped around you as your head rested into his chest. Inhaling the smell of his cologne as your body moved in on its own, still stuck in your dazed daydream.

Whining under your breath while you turned to your side, moving his pillow between your legs as you slowly began rutting into its edge. The soft fabric feeling after you u found the right angle, using your time alone to get off to the thought of him fucking you, seeing it picture perfect with your head curled into your chest and eyes pressed shut.

The friction hitting your clit as you grinded down harder, soft noises falling from your dry mouth while the bed creaked beneath you. Your movement slowing down as your thighs got weaker, but you didn't stop chasing your high as you kept rutting against the pillow between your legs and burrowing your head into the fabric.

Trying to muffle your moans into the pillow, not working in the slightest as you could still hear the pitiful whimpers escape your mouth. Knuckles turning white as you grip grew tighter, stifling your small grunts before you let out a drawn out cry, scratchy eyes wetting the pillowcase, as it wasn’t enough, never enough.

Bringing your knees to your chest as your free arm locked them in place, fingers slipping into your cunt, trying their best to curl into that spot that he always could reach. Wrist growing sore and tired as it just felt good enough to keep going.

"ha-, hiro."

You're so god damn close, swearing you're about to go insane if you can't finish soon. You're so focused on your own hard to reach pleasure that you didn't notice his figure resting on the door frame, shock running though you at the sight of your boyfriend catching you lost in your fantasy.

“Need me baby?” His voice echoing across the now silent room, wet eyelashes fluttering open to see his half assed smirk.

Body freezing instantly, inevitably starving off your pathetic becoming of an orgasm. Whimpered tears being held back in your throat as he walked up to you.

“Could've just asked, princess.” He said, a tease lingering in his voice as his hand reached out for you.

“No... s’embarrassing.” you whined, curling up into yourself even more. Burning up at the thought of him seeing you get off on his pillow, knowing he'd keep this in the back of his head forever.

“It's embarrassing? For your boyfriend to take care of you? For you boyfriend to fuck you better than you ever could?”

“Stop!” You squealed face first into the pillow. His pillow, the same pillow that you were getting off on like a dog in heat until a few minutes ago.

“Stop what? My little baby can't do anything for themselves, can they?”

“Shut up, m’not gonna let you touch ever again.” Lies exaggerating through your teeth, shame resting on your shoulders that you wanted him just as bad, while your mind raced with the fact that he always took such good care of you, better than you ever could.

“I'm playing baby, I'm playing.” he quickly chuckled out, hands reaching for your ankles, trying to drag you back after you moved your body to the headboard, covering your body up with your arms.

“C’mon baby, lemme apologize, please?” A look of pure desperation on his face, eyes looking like a puppy who just got kicked while he was on his hands knees before you.

Heat rising to your face, not knowing how to respond. Dealing with his shit all the time, but sitting in front of him with your legs spread out made you wanna shrivel up and hide for once. “O-, okay.”.

Thighs trembling from earlier as he leaned into you, holding your weak legs in his arms, pausing to look at your uneasy face while he rubbed circles into your knees.

“I-, im gonna make a mess…” you mumbled out, whispering most of it. Wet thighs sliding uncomfortably against each other as your head still remained tucked into your shoulder, eyes clamped shut.

“Baby, look at me.” He said, finally catching your eyes from between your legs as he pushed them apart. “I do not give a fuck. Fuck the bed, fuck the mattress, and fuck whatever else, just keep those legs open for me like a good girl, okay?”

Nodding a choked out response while your senses were still overwhelmed from the arousal to the point where it hurt. Cunt aching to be touched as his eyes were distracted by your soft ass, hands gripping it between his fingers while you squirmed under him, seeing your little hole wet with slick as your thighs were as far open as they could be.

“Hiding that pretty little cunt from me-” He said as his thumbs spread your folds, getting enough courage to peek behind your hands covering your eyes. ”-should be a fucking crime.”

Fingers immediately closing again as soon as those words left his mouth, legs involuntary jerking while a whimper escaped your lips as he made himself comfortable between your thighs, feeling his hot breath blow on your clit.

“Such a crybaby, cant even have your cunt touched without being a mess.”

His fingers trailing down your stomach, making goosebumps rise as you were hungry with anticipation. Finally reaching the spot that needed it most, lightly tracing circles into your clit, too light enough to feel anything, being a tease as always. But your whine got cut off mid complaint as his lips replaced his hand, the soft feeling making your back arch as you felt him smirk into you.

Somehow ending up in the same position he caught you in, arms holding onto the back of your knees as he was propped up on his forearms. Face first in your cunt, pulling you open farther than before, gasping as his tongue licked your entrance pushing its way inside.

Before your mind could catch up, he slipped his middle finger into you, thrusting it faster and rougher, your moans falling out uncontrollably as your lips were held between your teeth. Hands reaching for his hair, fingers running through it as your grip didn't budge him.

“I-I’m gonna cum… hiro ple-, m’gonna, please ngh… please…”

He curled his finger, hitting that spot deep inside of you making your eyes squeeze shut. Vision going black as his pace didn't stop, hitting it repeatedly while his lips remained on your clit, quickly bringing you over the edge as you let out a silent scream. Body tensing in his hold as you came. Back arching and your head tilting back as a rush of cum sprayed between you two, pulling back while your body went lax.

Seeing his chin shiny and wet as your eyes finally opened again, his hands grabbing your wrists before you could hide again, tugging you against his chest while bringing his cum soaked lips to yours as you easily gave way, too fucked out to resist.

“Damn.” He said taking the drenched sheets that drowned him also. Feeling the spit, cum, and drool lingering on every part of both of your bodies. “Can you do that again?”

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Yeah, you were definitely a perv. Waking up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass, no shame at all in your chest at the fact that you were enjoying this, enjoying ‘sleeping over’ at his place just for this.

Pulling your back closer to him while his hands rested on your sides, taking in the softness of your skin. Curling into you like a baby, and you can’t help but lean into him more. Pressing kisses into the back of your neck, one kiss tuning into many more, working his mouth down to your shoulder until he cant go anymore.

His teeth tracing your skin leaving a burn down your spine, feeling his cock throb as he cradled you into his arms further, resting skin tight against your ass. Rubbing it against your ass, groaning as it wasnt enough, his hands gripping your thighs as he worked to fix it.

Spreading them open as he tugged his boxers down enough to let his cock free while lifting your thigh up to let him slide in, a long groan being let out as he felt the fabric of your cotton panites touch his tip. The friction almost making him cum then and there.

Working his dick right between your thighs. Huffing out like he didn't care if he woke you up, hands gripping your hips tighter as you felt his head bury itself into the top of your back, growing wetter as you felt his sloppy half assed kisses all over your body.

You were so pretty, so soft and sweet, looking like an angel all the time. Letting him rest on you was like a blessing to him. Inhaling your scent as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had you.

“God, I fucking love you.”

Your body freezing at the words that just left his mouth, thankful that you weren’t facing him or he'd see the embarrassing look you face on your face right now. Only hearing your heartbeat and not the borderline annoying grunts that he was making at -- 3:37 in the morning.

But it was still cute to you, still making your heart flutter as you tilted your jaw back, looking him in the eyes on some spiderman and mary jane shit. “Yeah?”

His shocked expression fading as you reached your arm around him and grabbed onto his neck, dragging his head into yours. “Well I fucking love you too.”

“God dammit baby you can't just say that….m’gonna cum.”

Your giggle getting cut off as you felt it, felt his cock throbbing between your thighs. White panties see through now as his thick cock slid through your folds, tip hitting your clit with each stroke, feeling so soft and tight between your thighs that he couldn't stop his hips.

“So fucking good,” he groan edout to no one but himself, his hands cupping your ass, flesh in bwteen his fingers as your thighs close sound his cock. “baby fuck... I’m-…”

His raspy voice setting you off, sounding too pretty as he was lost in his own pleasure. His free hand moving under your, his, sweater. Fingers pinching your nipple, rubbing it back and forth, flicking it while you shuddered under him, missing the fucked out grin he had behind you as your face was buried in the sheets.

Taking almost no time for him to cum, letting out the most needy whine as his orgasm hit pulling back instantly as he shivered from the overstimulation. The mess of slick and cum on your thighs was nothing in comparison to him. Tear staines down his face, the messy while stuck to his sweaty forehead, turning around to see his swollen lips and tired face. Inching towards him as you just wanted to go back to sleep as he hissed when your thigh brushes against his cock, still too sensitive

Wiping sweat off of his face, as kissed the nape of your neck “Morning, sweetheart .”

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Your top thrown somewhere across his room while your bra was loosely hanging onto your shoulders. Biting your bottom lip while his hand held onto the top of your hips, his fingers curling into your walls as they rested under your panites.

The movie still playing in the background while the bowl of popcorn was knocked onto the floor, it being the last thing on either one of your minds.

Grinding on whatever you could as his lips pressed sloppy kisses onto your cunt while his hands came back to your body after turning off his phone, muting it from the spam texts that his friends were blowing him up with.

Shivering as his fingers ghosted down your sides, your bra sliding down with them.

“Lemme take care of you, yeah?" He whispered into your shoulder, lips lingering as his other hand abandoned your hips in favor of playing with your tits, squeezing the flesh in between his fingers as his fingers pinched your nipple.

Hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts and pulling them off, your uncomfortably wet panties sliding down with them.

The colder air making your curl up into yourself, but he’s learned you in and out by now. Already grasping your thighs in his palms and turning you towards him again slowly. Hearing his low groans the sight before him of your body sliding across the sheets. His warm hands growing clammy the longer they remained on your body.

“Fuck. You're so hot.”

“I-, uh thanks...”

“No, baby.” He chuckled out, the tension fading as you saw his teeth shining through his pretty smile. “Like physically, temperature wise.”

His smirk coming through as he pulled you back enough to where he was able to rest in between your legs once again, feeling his bulge rest between your thighs, his hands wandering over your tummy and thighs. Not being able to stop like it was an itch, rutting his clothed cock deeper into you.

Leaning back before he'd embarrassed himself by cumming in pants, rushing to slide down his briefs. Them landing besides his pants that somehow came off earlier.

His cock springing free, seeing his pretty pink tip again, but this time it was more red, looking angry and swollen. Getting a short time to lewdly admire his body like a perv, eyes glancing from his abs to his chest before he snapped you out of your trance.

“Ah-” Letting out an exasperated sigh while tilting your head back against the pillows, nudging it into your shoulder as you feel his cock start to grind on you.

Loving the feeling of his weight on you, but you were also itching for him, for him to be inside of you, for him to leave you trembling more than he ever has.

“It feel good, baby?” He muttered, thumbs spreading your folds as his middle finger found your clit. Giving you a reassuring kiss on your cheek. “I know you can’t lie to me sweetheart, you're already such a mess for me.”

“Ye-, yeah.” Legs automatically spreading wider, inviting him in. Your breath restless in anticipation, seeing though your lash line the corners of his lips turning up into a, light smug smile.

“Yeah? My sweet girl… s’cause I got you so wet for me. Dripping all over the place baby, how am I gonna clean it up, hm?” His tone laced with fake disappointment while a half assed pout rested on his face.

“s-sorry” you mumbled into your wrist, hiding your face. Emotions still high as he heard the way you voice trembled, remembering that you were in such a vulnerable state for the first time in your life.

“i-, oh fuck baby. You don’t have anything to be sorry about, kay? I know, I know…I’m such a meanie, aren’t I?

“Yeah..” you echoed. “ A meanie.”

“But your mean bad boyfriend always takes care of you, doesn’t he?” He softly cooed as his fingers traced your cheeks

“C’mere.” He says while he’s already doing the work for you, hands resting under your arms as he pulls you up. Letting you sit on your elbows as he grabs your arms, bringing them up to his body.

Hands resting on his chest as his gaze turns gentle and soft, eyes filled with adoration as they take their time roaming over your body.

“Here” he says as he drags your hands around his neck, bringing your body close to his, chest to chest as you feel his heart racing as you're sure he can feel yours too. “Hold onto me.”

Nuzzling your cheek into the dip of his neck while one of his hands holds you tight while the other firmly trails its way down your spine. Shivering happily, while his lips press a kiss onto the top of your head, not being able but to help let out a soft little moan at the intimate feeling. So close and tight, feeling so loved and adored.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?

His hands holding the small of your back, and as he pulls away you feel your heart beat loud and heavy, breath trying it’s best not to tremble as it leaves your mouth.

“Yeah, want you.”

He can’t believe that your his, eyes never leaving you as he always realizes that he has your beautiful self all to him, and no one else. Seeing your glossy eyes full of need below him, pouty lips demanding to be kissed, opening only for him.

“…need you.”

There was a streak of quietness before his eyes closed and let out a soft, 'fuck'. Swearing you could feel him grow even harder as his body shook, hands tightening around your ass.

Laying you down onto the soft bedding, stroking your cheek as he leaned down the rest of the way until you can feel him brushing between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He said grabbing your attention on him.

“it’s gonna hurt, okay?” He said, as his eyes locked with yours, seeing them contort as he started pushing his cock slowly in, your cunt instantly squeezing his tip, squeezing it just right.

“You gotta relax, baby” He groaned into your ear, pressing another hushed kiss onto the side of your head.

“cant.”

“You okay?” He asked. Your little hushed whimper hurting his heart.

“H-hurts.” You said clenching your jaw to try and stifle it.

“Shh, s’okay.” He cooed, thumbing your tears away before they even fell. “You know I got you, right?”

All 10 fingers gripping onto his hair matching his cheeks, while his gaze was the most intense you ever seen it. “-Yeah.” You mumbled, arms tightly wrapped around him, clinging onto him like the baby he said you were. “You got me.”

Eyes widening before they closed tight while he began to go deeper, keeping your gazes locked as he finally took what the both of you wanted the most. His breathing halted, mouth opened wide as your walls held him until he was balls deep inside you.

Praise leaving his lips as he remained still, trying his best to not cum and regain his senses. The feeling of him stretching you out burned, but you liked it. The painful feeling slowly growing number. A surprised shriek leaving your lips as his fingers found your clit.

“Oh? There's my good girl.” His light voice helping as he eased the rest of him inside you, rubbing your clit as your pussy fluttered around his length, finally feeling you relax around him. “Wanna hear you make more of those pretty sounds, can you do that for me?”

Nodding while your nails dug into his forearms. Working himself fully inside you, his thumb still resting on your clit as your now limp wrists wrapped around his waist, landing on his lower back. Nails digging into the top of his ass making his head get thrown back, eyes opening to see the most alluring mess before him.

“Fuck baby…you look so pretty all spread out on my cock.”

He grunted when your cunt clamped down on him as the vulgar words left his mouth, just thumbing your clit until you let him know it was okay for him to finally fuck you.

When he was given the okay, he felt his balls swell up. Whiny pants already leaving his mouth. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, barely giving him any room to budge, while you were dripping down his balls was going to be ingrained in his mind forever.

Nothing in his life would ever top this, nothing would ever compare to his pretty, beautiful, sweet girlfriend and her little cunt practically begging him to fuck her.

Your body already overwhelmed from the feeling of having him inside you. Reaching up, grabbing the base of his neck with your trembling hands to pull him in for another kiss.

“My pretty girl.” He said against your lips. “So sensitive. You like when Iike play with you, don't you?”

The tease is his voice remained, even though he was going through it as much as you. His hips meeting yours making you gasp. His thrusts growing faster, easily finding that hidden spot he tortured so many times before, cries of pleasure slipping past your broken lips.

The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the space, pulling away from his lips to let out a long, drawn out sob. “Yeah, love it hiro… love you.”

Burying your face in his neck, sweat beading on your forehead, the sticky feeling pooling onto both your bodies,. But all you could think about was the feeling of his cock stuffing you so full.

“Fuck, baby. You really know how to get me going don't you?” Trying to play off the blush on his face as you let out a tiny laugh, happy that he could at least make you more comfortable.

“You're mine right, baby?”

You body was so sensitive to his touch, easily making you fall apart in his hands. Never experiencing any of this before, feeling so overwhelmed in every way possible. And just like you were a perv, so was he. Getting unashamedly excited that he was the one to claim you, to mold you to his cock, to make sure no one but him could ever get you off.

Your soft sweet voice sounding so complaint under him. Draping your arms around his neck, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, m’yours.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so-. He loudly moans, knowing it would be obnoxious if he wasn’t in between your legs right now. His groans growing spractic as he gets rougher.

“Baby, you’re such a good girl. Letting me fuck you like this…fuck, you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”

"Letting me ruin your little cunt? Gonna make sure I’m the only one you’ll ever think of, the only one who can take care of you.” He said, his lips flicking upwards when you felt yourself getting wetter around him. “You like that? Already my dirty little girl, aren't you baby?"

A slight whine leaving his red swollen lips as you sigh and pant, your hips moving into his thrusts. And he keeps touching your clit and that spot inside you, his other hand gripping onto your tummy, drifting higher and higher until he’s touching your tits, both of his arms now holding you against his body.

“You gonna cum, baby? Already?" He asked, his hand covering the back of your neck to bring you back to his mouth. You hastily nodded, nearly sobbing out if his lips weren’t biting yours.

"Yeah?" He raspily groaned, as he felt himself growing closer too. Back arching while your hand gripped onto the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head, showing off your pretty expression. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna make another mess for me?”

His words set you off, clinging to him and whimpering out his name. Body shaking as he held your hand, tightly gripping his. Looking so vulnerable, precious little tears slipping out your eyes.

The head of his cock nudging against your g spot, his thumb on your clit, his other hand grabbing onto your tits, and you feel him pushing himself further inside you.

Body tending while your fingers dig into his thigh, breath coming out in sharp bursts as your walls pulse around his cock, moans pouring from your lips as he watched in awe.

“Hold on baby I gotta pull out.”

“no-”

Your fucked out little face had him second guessing himself, almost listening to your pleas. “Sweetheart, fuck.”

His own orgasm snuck up on him and before your high even calmed down, he barely pulled out and came out onto your stomach, some landing on the blankets. Feeling so hot and sticky, just like your skin, yours and his mess pooling under your thighs. Taking a deep breath, laying down limp as you watched stoke himself until he was dry.

“Damn. Hold on baby, gimme a second.”

Collapsing into your soft chest, his skin burning up as your fingers weakly ran through his hair. Flipping you over after he caught his breath, a big stupid grin on his face as he looked at your pretty body slump in his arms, wiping the sweat of your forehead, kissing each inch of skin he could.

“What’s wrong baby, hm?” He asked hearing you whine, shoving yourself into chest. “You gotta tell me or I can’t fix it.”

His cocky smirk appearing once again as he could clearly hear the words you mumbled into his skin. All because he didn’t have any condoms on him, and never being able to say no to you wanting him. Not knowing it would lead to this. Rubbing the back of your head as he leaned down into your ear.

“Well… there’s always next time pretty girl.”

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hello !! I'd rlly like to request Monoma if that's alright! I've had a huge soft spot for him for a while now and I'd love to see more content of him ;v;

anyway! we all know that superiority complex of his is definitely hiding some insecurities, but I also feel like he'd be quite touchstarved too bc of his peers seldom physically interacting with him due to his quirk, yknow?

with that in mind, I'd love to see how he'd handle an s/o who has "physical touch" as their main love language. they can give verbal praise/comfort, but they always get so shy abt it that they prefer giving physical affection to show their love. and maybe combining that with "quality time" being their second love language, they love to just cuddle him or toy with his hands/hair during quiet moments uwu

if you wanna do multiple characters, I'd love to request Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki (separately) for the same idea, but if you'd rather do this with just Monoma then I'm okay with that !! no worries if you don't wanna do all four ♡

thank you if you do this request, and make sure to take care of yourself !! ♡

physically affectionate s/o

character(s) : monoma neito, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku (i cut out tamaki for this one, sorry :[ but i’ll do another part if anyone wants it)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk but the details aren’t specific, reader is a part of 1-A

headcanon type : fluff (and if you squint, then crack)

note(s) : yes i do agree :,) monoma should be getting a little bit more content, and i’m sorry that this came out so late! i was multitasking with other requests (because i took a 2 day absence,,) but this doesn’t mean i don’t read people’s requests

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monoma neito

monoma 🤝 bakugou “the pros at sending mixed signals”

if there’s one thing he’s known for— then it’s for the persistent teasing, and his quite obnoxious attitude (especially at 1-A)

but he’s not a terrible person, he sure does have his reasons. and by now, people either choose to ignore him, or they simply knock the wind out of him

so, he was not prepared to encounter someone that was tolerant of him, AND also his type— like.. huh. that’s.. odd

and he was even more surprised when they accepted his wild love confession. there must be some catch to it, right?

so like i’ve said— monoma sends a lot of mixed signals. it’s either he’s complimenting your existence, or teasing you in various ways.

so— it’s just another normal day of monoma mouthing off to you, teasing you in a playful way, while you guys are hanging out this is way of making you remember him

but then, you just.. leaned forward and placed your hand on his head— not exchanging any words at all.

monoma’s first reaction is (・・?) because what?? someone is touching him right now.. wait.. someone is touching him!

honestly really shook, and at a lost for words— because everyone has refrained from coming into any physical contact with him? what a surprise! what even is this?

after said incident, you decide to speak “you had something in your hair.” and for once, monoma is the one that’s sitting in silence

“R-REALLY, Y/N? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS GOING TO W-WORK ON ME OR SOMETHING?” he questions in his usual mocking tone, but his cheeks are accompanied in a flushed red

he’d only experience field day when he realized that touch was basically your love language, with quality time in the second lead

so whenever you guys are spending time together, you’d,, actually go closer to him! this has never happened before, let him be

he doesn’t really like the idea of getting his hair touched, so you usually choose to fiddle with his hands— sometimes observing his details, and other times you’ll be comparing hand sizes

he’ll ridicule you for being so touchy— but he’ll ask if he’s “that irresistable?” while also moving you closer to him. he loves it a lot, okay?

don’t let class 1-b see this, he will flex on them because when he starts getting annoying again, they’ll use you as blackmail.

“monoma, i swear— if you do that, we’ll tell Y/N-”

“HAHA— ok, i’m sorry.”

shinsou hitoshi

he probably has the most chill reaction out of the bunch

again— another person that has been antagonized because of their quirk. he’s been perceived as villanious ever since his middle school days

kids have been told to keep their distance away from him at a young age so.. you’d bet that he’d be really touch starved

he never had any serious experiences with dating, and he never had any real friends— that weren’t cautious of his quirk

that was until he met you, which he just assumed you were another highkey stuck up person in the hero course

but, you were basically the opposite, and you were a real pleasure to have around. one thing lead to another, and now you guys are dating

he thought it was really cute whenever you got too shy to just sit in silence during dates, or to even give out words of affirmations

but hitoshi was surprised at first when he felt you pull yourself closer to him— resting your head on his shoulder. the concept of someone wanting to be in his presence is still sinking in for him

lucky for you! shinsou knows how to adapt to situations quickly, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulder, as he listens to you talk

he’ll be surprised when you start touching his hair, because golly!! are you guys close

but do it more pls, he loves it a lot— it sometimes makes him really drowsy.

if you play with his hands omg, his heart will do somersaults. he’s lucky that he’s able to keep himself composed.

loves watching you choosing to cuddle him, after briefly giving up on trying to form coherent words of affirmations.

it’s something he brings up quite often, but not in a teasing manner!

sometimes he’ll pat the free spot beside him, basically begging you to come closer to him.

eventually, denki notices on how touchy he’ll get whenever you’re around— but hitoshi will just shrug it off

“it’s always been that way.” he simply says, but he’ll turn around with this big ass grin on his face 💀

he’s whipped for your touch. so please, do it more

midoriya izuku

he’s also touchstarved. actually, all of them are really touchstarved, and for different reasons 💀

well.. it’s not like he had a choice from the getgo. he was born quirkless, and that lead to him becoming an outcase— and also the victim of bullying i wanna hug him

and being told constantly that he won’t ever be enough, or he won’t ever be a hero— it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any dating experience

but he didn’t think he’d be dating anytime soon— especially since he was ‘just’ pinning over you. he was convinced it was going nowhere

until you confessed. he’s surprised that he didn’t pass out

ever since you guys started dating, he noticed that you’ve been a little timid— not in the way that you feel awkward, more like,, you wanted to say something

or do something, because when you guys were studying together, you just suddenly sat closer to him— and started counting his freckles

he short circuited for a second.

he was reduced to a stuttering, and blushy mess— and you just laughed, telling him “you should continue what you’re doing!” as you ran your other hand across his shoulders

that night, he was wide awake in his bed— recalling your gentle and loving touch, running his hands along the parts of his hair, that you’ve touched

he loves quality time, because while he does like to ramble a lot— he does enjoy spending time with you in silence, but it’s the touches that makes him flustered

despite him being quite shy to initiate any sort of touch, you— on the other hand, were shy with saying praises. so you coped with physical touch, and quality time

man, izuku never gets used to it. no matter how much he tries to— he’s just.. needy, touchstarved.

he doesn’t realize how lost he looks when you’re sitting beside him, and not touching his hair or hands for once. please feel free to do so

oh, and since we’re on the topic of hands— he’ll tear up if you start playing/fiddling with his hands, and especially when you start tracing his scars. it makes him feel so warm.

okay but,, please give him a heads up if you’re going to act touchy in public. he’ll start stammering and blushing hard you might have to put him in rice or smth

the dekusquad talks about that quite a lot, especially when they accidentally witnessed it in the common room (for the first time)

in short— he adores it. sometimes he’ll initiate it, by asking you if you want to sit beside him, to play with his hair. he’s so inlove

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sunghun · 3 years ago

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jay as your skater boyfriend

requested; yes!!

warnings; uhmm some cursing and mentions of scraped hands/knees??

note; this is so long. goodbye.

when you first met...

skater bf jay........

mm what a Thought

now as previously mentioned

when you two first met

he was kinda cold and came off as a little dismissive

not to mention the fact that he looked really good intimidating as hell

so you were like damn :/ the hot dude with the skateboard doesn’t like me ://

BUTTT

he was actually just low-key nervous and kinda shy

bc he thought you were really pretty :(

so he didn’t talk much to keep from saying smth embarrassing

but finds out as soon as you leave how badly that backfired on him when jake (ur mutual friend who introduced you to each other) was just like

“bro what the hell was that”

“what? what’s wrong??”

“i should be asking YOU that. do you not like y/n :(“

and he’s just like wydm!! y/n is so cute! and pretty!! and nice!!! and i think i’m in love!!!!

and thus begins the journey of jay’s insufferable pining

when he finally confessed....

omg but the next time you guys met he was like. overly friendly with you

bc he wanted to make up for the last time

but really all it did was confuse you

like is he just being nice bc jake told him to??

or does he just feel guilty??

?????

you are confusion

omg but he tried SO hard to look cool in front of you by doing Cool Skateboard Tricks idk what else to call them u guys

but half the time you weren’t even paying attention and when you WERE he’d mess up and just embarrass himself

no but a few months later when he was trying some new move he fell and scraped his hands and knees :(

and you got So worried :((

you insisted that he let you help him

which i mean. he’s obviously not gonna say no to lol

so you guys were just sitting on a bench in front of the convenience store where you got some stuff to clean him up with

the sun is starting to set

and just the way that it’s shining against the side of your face and through your hair

they way that you’re so concentrated on applying the band-aid to his hand just right

that you were so concerned for him

he just can’t hold it in anymore

“i really like you, y/n.”

......

you just fucking froze lmao

“but…i thought you hated me?”

and he's just like o_o "Huh??"

"yeah i mean the first time we met you were kind of...idk intimidating, and you didn't really talk, but then you started being nicer and i just thought that you were doing it for jake :("

and that just makes him so 🥺🥺🥺

he took your hand in his so gently while looking into your eyes

"y/n, i promise you nothing about the way i treat you has anything to do with jake. if i had known that was the way you felt i would've confessed a lot sooner. the only reason i didn't say much when we first met was because i didn't wanna look stupid, but obviously that didn't work because i made the person i like the most think i hated them. i guess i don't need any help looking stupid, i'll do it all on my own."

and you can't help but laugh

and jay just looks at you with LITERAL heart eyes omg

you can't stop yourself from leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek

"if it makes you feel any better, i really like you too."

and thus begins your relationship :D

when you started dating...

pls you two are cute AF

definitely a fan of pda but like in a chill way

like any time you're together jay's hand is practically glued to yours

also likes having his arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist

loves to kiss you in front of the guys just to make them jealous 😜 like lol. single losers

skateboarding dates :(

like after he teaches you how to ride y’all will just skate around together while holding hands :((

luuuuuvs to take you out on late night dates

like going to the playground at midnight and just sitting on the swings and talking about everything and nothing 🥺😭

also veryvery protective of u!!

definitely the type of guy to walk closer to the road when you’re near the street

and really he just likes taking care of you in general

like you don’t even have to ask him for a jacket.

you two will meet up and he’ll notice that it’s a little chilly and you don’t have a sweater or anything

so he just takes off his hoodie and gives it to you

“but babe what about you?”

and he’ll just shrug with a cocky little smirk and be like “guess we’ll just have snuggle close. you know, for body heat.”

would defs tie your shoes for you 🥺🥺

and if you’re ever like “i can do stuff by myself you know 😠 i’m not a baby 😠😠”

he’ll just give you a lil kiss and say “you’re not A baby but you’re MY baby” 🥺🥰

he’d also get you lots of little gifts and things bc they remind him of you

your favorite is the teddy bear he got you when you were sick :(

wait but he would be SUCH a good kisser like 👀👀

everyone complains about you two making out all the time even tho you don’t do it that often

but like hello have you seen him??? you go bestie get that fine ass man

anyways i’ll stop here for that part otherwise things may take a more ✨mature✨ turn and i’m not quite legal yet lol

come see me again in about 3 months and we can talk about that

wait but he would call you So many pet namesssss

whether it’s just a cute version of your actual name or something like angel, sweetheart, sugar, etc.

his favorite is baby tho 🥺 bc as stated earlier he just likes to take care of you 🥺🥺

pls he loves u so much 🤧 sobbing actual tears rn

alright i’m gonna stop here otherwise i may go on all day lmao

basically skater bf!jay is an absolute dream and i low-key made myself sad writing this

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x reader #jay park headcanons #jay park x reader #enhypen jay scenarios #jay imagines

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hereforhalstead · 3 years ago

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Hungry Eyes

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader 18+

• Requested: Yeeeess by my bestie @halsteadlover who always sets the bar so high and provided me with this.

reader's friend that come to visit her and Jay is jealous but nobody knows about their relationship so he can't even say anything about it and then he corners Reader when they r alone and shows her who she belongs to iykyk kwnejekwnsked i know this is a shitty idea but whit ur writing bestie it'd be ✨ chef's kiss ✨’i

• Warnings: swearing/Daddy kink/smut references

• Summary: Jay gets jealous after an old friend turns up at the district to ask you out for lunch and reminds you who you belong to.

• Words: 4218

• A/N :lysm you’re the best but pls don’t come after me if this disappoints hahah Enjoy🤭

***

You woke up with that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you didn’t like, instantly feeling sick with nerves for no explanation. You tried to start your morning as best and to routine as you could to try and push out the thoughts but nothing worked.

You made your way into the kitchen to grab some ice out of the freezer for your drink, you found yourself gazing out of the window being transfixed on cars going by. You flinched as you felt a squeeze on your sides, you looked over your shoulder to see Jay’s mischievous smile grinning back at you, a sight that would always put your mind to rest but on this day it wasn’t doing the trick.

He softly pulled on the round neck of your tshirt, exposing your shoulder to which he placed a light kiss to your skin “Everything alright?” he questioned, still stood behind you as you filled your glass. You nodded in response but you both knew this wasn’t enough for him, you span to exit the kitchen but he stood his ground to block your path.

“You wanna trying lying to me again?” he probed, gently outlining the side of you face with his fingers. You pressed your lips into his cheek but he still wouldn’t budge “Jay, I’m fine” you attempted to reassure but he simply gave a light chuckle in response.

“Baby, you know I call out people who lie for a job. Right?” You lean your head forward onto his chest and huff “Just one of those days” you mumble into his shirt and he tuts “And you couldn’t tell me that because?”.

You look up at him and roll your eyes “Because doofus, now you’ll be watching my every move when you need to be focusing on yourself” You push your finger into his chest as you speak, he flicks his eyes down onto your hand and then back up to your worried expression “We’ll be fine. Always are, I know how to look out for both of us” he leans in to place a chaste kiss to your lips but you still feel that sinking feeling wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“How do you always know what to do to make me feel better?” you tease, trying your best to ignore the wave of anxiousness overwhelming your body “It’s just as much of my job as it is to be a detective” he proudly replies and you can’t stop the smile creeping on your face “Smooth” you compliment, earning another toothy grin from your boyfriend

“Come on you, the quicker we get out of here the quicker we get home”. He slings an arm round your shoulder before stopping to pick up the drink you had previously poured yourself as he calmly reassures “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s gonna be fine”

***

As normal, Jay drops you off in his truck a few roads away from the district. You’d both decided it was best to keep your relationship between yourselves for the time being as god knows word spreads fast within Chicago and Voight would be less than impressed to say the least.

Seeing how he reacted to Kim and Adam served as a warning of how harsh he can be and implement punishments for the smallest of things. He often eyes the pair of you so you have an inclining he’s caught on but as far as you’re aware you’d gotten away with it so far which seemed a miracle. There’d been a few close encounters, you and Jay getting carried away in the evidence room, one acting out when the other is in danger or the most popular one being when either one of you is hit on and you can’t say a word.

Jay found this the hardest as Voight encouraged you to use your charm and sarcastic character on suspects, often helping to break their barriers and admit things they didn’t know they were admitting. This came at a cost, you openly flirting with another man in the interview room was now a regular occurrence and to Jay’s dismay he was often sat right by your side as you did so.

Most of the time you had fun with this as it never took much to get Jay jealous, a simple double take at you had him aggravated within seconds so for you to have taken on the role as ‘Intelligence flirt’ did not sit well with him. You’d considered having words with Voight about it, expressing how it made you uncomfortable but as much as sometimes you didn’t like it, it did often lead to success so you had to put your dignity to one side and do the job at hand.

It was another one of those days where you were called into the interview room as soon as you walked up the stairs, Jay handing you a paper file as he passes your desk. Just like every morning, acting like you hadn’t been in bed together just a few hours earlier or traipsing round his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt.

“He’s just your type” Kim calls out to you, smirk beaming from her face “and how do you know what my type is?” you sarcastically respond, eyebrow cocked in confidence “Believe me, I know what your type is” she is quick to reply, already back focusing on a pile of paperwork sat in front of her. You narrow your eyes at her and then cast your eyes over to Jay who is still enthralled by the thought of you.

“Will you just get in there and do you thing. We need to nail this bastard” Voight’s rough voice echos out, hurrying you to hang your coat up on the way to the interview room “Good luck” Jay announces with an amused tone “I think you’re the one who needs the luck” you hit back. He bores his eyes down to you as he leans forward to open the door with one hand and allowing you to enter the room first.

The suspect immediately slumps back in his chair as you slam the thick paper file onto the desk “Think you better sit up and pay attention sunshine, I haven’t got all day” you jest, Jay remaining stern in the seat next to you as he’s ready to play good cop bad cop. “Oh I can tell I’m gonna like you already” his eyes roam about your body but Jay is quick to harshly click in front of the mans face to distract him “Eyes up here big man”.

You conceal your laugher, not even 2 seconds in and Jay’s pissed off “Why don’t you let her do the talking pretty boy” the suspect flirts and you scoff “You’re already looking at 25 years in jail if you don’t start talking so we’ll get started if you don’t mind” you open the file in efforts to break eye contact with the suspect but Jay was still showing a disgruntled stare over the table “I’m all yours”.

***

Safe to say the interview didn’t get much better, no matter how much you leaned into him, he wasn’t saying a word. Forcing you to try and go above and beyond with the flirting technique but still nothing. You marched back into the office with Jay, him stuck at your side but staying silent when usually there would be some form of sarcastic comment but today there was nothing.

“How could you say he was my type, are you blind? He was about 50 with half a mouth of teeth and I can’t imagine the last time he showered” you call out to Kim who laughs “My idea of fun” she contests, handing you a cup of coffee “Hilarious” you comment under your breath as she returns to her desk next to you.

You were still reeling from the interview, annoyed at yourself for not getting him to break so you could charge him with more but by the sounds of it, it wasn’t his first offence so knew how to play the game and also play you. You scanned the pages in front of you, head in your hands as you sat propped with your elbows on the desk “He was just a dick who knows how to work the system, don’t let it get to you” Jay speaks as he leans on the desk next to you.

You huff and sink into your chair “Surprised you’re talking to me” you joke as Jay shrugs “Gotta do what you gotta do” he calmly admits, complete change of attitude to his normal tense and quiet self after these interviews but you still knew him well enough to know he was bluffing “Now who’s the one lying” you raise your eyebrows at him with a slight smirk across your face.

He leans down to you to speak but you hear Trudy clear her throat from behind him “Y/N, you got someone down here for you” she bitterly announces, you both turn to look at her as she spins to head back down the stairs “Did they give a name, or?” you ask after her but as per usual she was hardly in a mood to converse “Do I look like a receptionist? No” she tuts “Was cute though” you’re taken back as she adds her little comment and disappears back down the stairs.

“Well, best get myself down to this hottie then” you stand from your seat, ensuring you graze yourself along Jay as you pass “Don’t wanna keep him waiting” you quietly add so only he can hear.

He keeps his arms folded in front of his chest and watches you intently as you walk off, feeling his eyes burn into your back as you follow Trudy’s path down to the main area. Slight grin as you enjoyed winding Jay up and as much as he didn’t want to admit it he also got a kick out of it.

Him watching you think you have the dominance in the relationship truly amused him, all while knowing he could have you pinned up against a wall and struggling to find words within seconds frequently crossed his mind as he sat watching you work opposite him.

You got to the bottom of the stairs only to be met by an empty room, you look over to Trudy who is aimlessly scrolling on the computer and walk over to her desk “Where is he then?” you ask but get no response, instead she simply looks over your shoulder to the room next to the main doors.

She glimpses back over to you before returning to her work “Always so helpful Trudy, what would I do without you” you mock, tapping the desk before turning to see who had asked after you.

You didn’t even have a chance to get yourself together before he was stood in front of you, your best friend from college who you hadn’t seen in years was stood before you and Trudy was right, he was looking just as cute as he did the last time you see him all those years ago. “There she is! The hot shot detective” he exclaims before engulfing you in his arms.

It took you by surprise so took you a few seconds before you could grasp what was happening “Kyle? What are you doing here?” you pull back, leaving his arm still resting on your hip as he towered over you “My folks moved to Chicago a few weeks ago so thought I would come visit. Then remembered you worked here so made it all the more easier for me to take the trip” he happily admits as you nudge his shoulder “Still the flirt I see” you tilt you head and he nods “Can’t help it when it comes to you”.

You come to your senses that you’re still stood in the middle of the open space at the district, Trudy without a doubt ogling at you from her desk and silently judging with her scowl and condescending manner.

You take a quick sweep of the area to see if anyone else is around but it was just the two of you which made the silence even more awkward. As much as you wanted nothing more than to catch up with Kyle, this was hardly the ideal scenario as you could basically hear a pin drop and knew Trudy was listening in on every word.

You check your watch and note it was nearly 1pm which led you to the perfect excuse of leaving “Wanna grab some lunch?” he questions to which you quickly agree “Let me just grab my stuff and we can go”.

Just as you turn to head back upstairs you hear Trudy call out from behind you “Chuckles, get Y/N’s bags for her will you. She's being whisked off for lunch on a hot date” whilst still facing away you subtly shake your head and huff “I’m gonna kill her” you joke, Kyle awkwardly laughs along with you which doesn’t help with the glare Jay was sending in your direction.

“Thanks but I can get them myself, thanks though” you grimace to Trudy as you pass her desk “Won’t be long” you call back to Kyle who takes a seat on the chairs “Just text me if you need a moment before we go!” Jay shoots him a lingering glare, you nudge his shoulder to pull him from his trance with the aggravated scorn to Kyle.

You place your hand onto the scanner and feel Jay breathing down your neck from how close he is stood behind you “So you’ve got a hot date?” he whispers, so quiet that you’re sure no one else heard “Don’t start” you warn as the door buzzes and loosens to allow you to open it.

“Don’t know what you mean” Jay innocently responds, still hot on your trail as you make your way up “Jay, your jealousy is showing” you tease with a hint of smugness in your voice “I don’t get jealous baby” he takes you off guard with the pet name but you try your best to act unfazed “A lot of lying going on today, isn’t there?”.

You make your way over to your desk and rummage around in the drawers looking for the purse your usually leave in there with a few bank cards and loose change. “Who’s the hunk then Y/N?” Hailey asks from her desk on the other side of the room “It’s her boyfriend” Jay answers before you even have a chance to respond. You continue looking through your desk, rolling your eyes at his comment but grateful no one can see as you look down.

“He’s a friend from college” you correct him, shooting him a glare to which he sneers. “And he’s taking you to lunch? Lucky you” Kim adds, earning a less than impressed glance from Adam “I’m right here you know” he mocks and you laugh to yourself of the irony of Adam getting jealous when you knew Jay was sat there reeling and no one knew.

“Wait, isn’t Kyle the one who-?” Kim starts but you widen your eyes her to give her the message to stop “The one who?” Kevin probes, aware that now everyone was in on this would only add to Jay’s annoyance “He wa-” Hailey speaks up “Uh” you interrupt, admiring the joy she had flashed across her face. Adam pats Kevin on the shoulder as he passes “Girl code bro, we’ll never find out”.

“I didn’t know I was running a gossip circle? Back to it” Voight demands from the doorframe of his office. The team turn back to their work as you give up looking for your purse and decide to head to the lockers to see if you left it in there earlier in the week.

Once in the hall, alone you run your fingertips over the creases in your forehead. Partly in trying to remember where you last had your purse but also wishing Kyle hadn’t come to the district or atleast gave you some forewarning that we was in town.

That soon explains the reason for your gut feeling this morning that something wasn’t going to go right, although you were slightly relieved as it wasn’t half as bad as you expected when you first woke up and felt the anxiety swirling in your stomach but still wasn’t ideal.

You leant your head against your locker before taking a deep breath, anyone would think you were being overdramatic but with the interview the morning where you had truly pushed yourself with the flirting already leaving Jay on the back foot this was not what you had in mind for the rest of the day.

Normally, a quiet afternoon with the odd doting look and occasional private moment between the pair of you had you back in his good books but that was clearly out of the window and now with this he was just feeling worse.

You searched in your locker but still no sign, you pulled out your phone to text Kyle and was shocked you still had his number after all these years. You clicked away on your phone before a presence in front of you makes you flinch.

You look up to see Jay leaning with one arm on the locker and the other holding your purse “You can text your boyfriend to say your other boyfriend found your purse” he dangles the purse in front of you but snatches it back when you go to grab it “Jay, leave it alone” you taunt but he simply drops your purse on the bench behind you with a swift motion and turns to head out.

Slightly shocked you don’t get more of a reaction out of him leaves you wanting more, a twisted affect he had on you when he left you craving him if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

“You don’t want me to introduce the pair of you then?” you call out, causing him to stop in his tracks on route to the door. You heart instantly picks up as you know you’ve got him “Do what you want” he spits out, still with his back to you. You make your way over to him and run your fingertip up and down his spine, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“Someone in a mood?” you innocently ask, knowing full well what you’re letting yourself in for but using it as more motivation to keep going. He hangs his head in laughter and takes a moment before he inhales through his flared nostrils, even facing away from you you can see the bitter look on his face as he bites the inside of his lip in frustration.

“Why don’t you just go and have a nice little lunch with your boyfriend and we’ll speak about this at home later” his calmness still confuses you and didn’t satisfy your craving and as much as you knew you shouldn’t provoke him you can’t help but continue to do so.

“You don’t Atleast want to know who he is? You could be letting me go to lunch with a murderer for all you know” you joke but he is not amused, not in the slightest. He deeply huffs which, to his frustration you know is a good sign you were getting what you wanted “No Y/N. I don’t want to know who the fuck he is” he finally bursts, turning in his spot and now staring down on you.

“I don’t give a shit who he is, I don’t give a shit what you’ve done together” the way his chest rises and falls in his passion truly awakes something within you and you no longer care how quick you feel overpowered by him.

“That’s not very kind” you respond, innocent tone paired with your eyelashes fluttering as you look up at Jay’s rage filled face.

“Kind? I don’t care about kind when it comes to other men flirting with my girl, baby” he starts taking steps towards you, forcing you to walk back under his demand.

Your back soon hits the bank of lockers with a thud, his eyes filled his hunger as he rests his arm to the side of your head and leans into you “He was only my first fuck, no big deal” you mumble but his spiteful chuckle tells you he heard it loud and clear, slightly regretting your honesty when you’re truly under his thumb and not getting out of his hold anytime soon.

“Say that again” he taunts, hand gripped onto your waist and getting tighter with each heavy breath. You don’t say a word as you know nothing will help what you’ve just said, he leaves it a moment before he continues.

“No?” He questions as you remain standing in silence, you shake your head to see the exasperation flashing across his face. “Why did you even tell me that?” He further asks and in all honesty you begin to question that yourself, you just knew it would be the worst thing you could admit and therefore it had to be done.

“Oh, I know why” he drops his head as he smiles to himself, hand running along his jawline as a smug smile makes its way onto his face. Not a second later his attention is back on you with the hunger in his eyes that you now desperately longed for.

“You want me to remind the name that I know you’re wishing you could moan right now” he teases as he pushes himself onto you further “straight up against these lockers, with my hand over your mouth to quieten them desperate pleas”. His eyes search your face for any form of resistance as he darts his knee inbetween your legs to separate them “Tell me I’m wrong baby?”.

You feel your body melt under his slightest touch, his words making you crumble into his grasp on you. With your mind no longer on Kyle or the fact you were at your place of work with the chance of getting caught at any moment “Your team just on the other side of that wall not having a single clue what’s going on”. He was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, his lips finding their way to your collarbone and lightly nipping at the skin.

“My girl wants me to fuck her so hard that she can’t even walk out of this room without me helping her” he proceeds to run his lips along your jawline, leaving lingering kisses as he goes “Not so mouthy now, hm?” He grasps at your hip to straighten you from your slumped position, feeling your legs turn to jelly as you yearn for his dominant touch “Use your words, baby”.

He catches you off guard with a deep and hungry kiss as his lips crash into yours, using his hand on the small of your back to steady you as you stumble from the sudden harshness. As you leaned into his desires, you wanted to use the tiniest bit of power you have left to well and truly push him over the edge. Something you knew that would have you playing this moment over in your head for weeks on end, him falling at your mercy and pushing him over the edge “Yes daddy”.

His eyes widen, something he had only heard you say a few times in the past but only after being encouraged at the height of passion and never on your own accord. The fingers digging into your hips told you all you needed to know, whether he liked to admit it, you’d won this hands down.

You run your to tongue over your bottom lip, now slightly swollen from the rough contact. His eyes follow your movement, the darkness in his eyes turning more intense as every second went by “oh baby” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to lift you up and secure yourself to him with your legs wrapped round him and your back pushed up against the lockers “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

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Inbox and requests always open👀 am working through my current requests and one will be up in a few days💃🏼

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heliotropehotch · 4 years ago

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Silver - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @moonstuffsteve :If you’re taking requests, I’d love Hotch smut with a wedding ring kink where the cold metal gets you more worked up (maybe ft choking bc of the ring??) pls and thanks so much!!!!!!!!

a/n: AHHHH its my first smut for Aaron! (and first smut i've actually finished in years!) Al, i love you. Thank you for this. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing please let me know! I haven't written smut in a long time so I know this might be rocky. <3

CW: smut, under 18 DNI, 18+, jealously, unwanted ass grabbing, wanted ass grabbing, choking, wedding ring kink?????, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, marriage kink??, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, fingering

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author: abby<3

word count: 1919

have fun!

She hated cops. Entitled, jealous, and, for the most part, disgusting men, who thought well enough should be left alone. Meaning that, while help had been offered and given, it wasn’t wanted. What was wanted, however, seemed to deviate way too far off the course of the case, of the literal murders that were happening.

“Officer Walker,” Y/N’s teeth gritted out as sweetly as she could, as the man placed an unwelcome palm on the small of her back. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, sugar,” he chuckled deeply. “I was hoping you wanted to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” She pretended not to notice Agent Hotchner watching the interaction, slowing walking up behind him. “What do you mean, Officer?”

“I mean,” his hand swooped down, resting gently on her ass. Y/N’s eyes shot wide, mouth opening slightly with appall. “We should get out of here so we can have a little fun.”

“Excuse me-”

“Officer Walker,” Aaron Hotchner’s voice cut through the air of the precinct. “I suggest you take your hand off of my agent, and my wife.”

Walker’s hand shot off her body, smacking into his own side. “Your wife? Sir, I didn’t kn-”

“We have a case, Officer. There are people out there getting murdered. Get back to work. Agent, you’re needed in the conference room, please.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a straight face, but she knew her husband could read the smugness on her face.

“In the future, Officer Walker,” she called out before following Aaron. “At least check a woman’s hand before you make unwanted passes at them.”

Y/N sauntered almost cheerfully behind her husband stalking into the closed conference room. She could hear the gears turning forcefully in his head, and could clearly see his hand clenching and relaxing at his side. Entering the conference room, tension seeping into the air, confining itself in the room as Aaron forcefully shut the door behind them.

“Aaron-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, fingers smoothing out his eyebrows. “I was fine until his moved his fucking hand-”

She reached out to grab his arms, trailing down to intertwine their fingers together. “Honey,” she smiled sweetly. “I know, okay. I appreciate it, okay. But I had it handled too.”

“I should have him fired-”

“But you won’t,” she laughed softly. “If you fired every man who made a pass at me, we wouldn’t ever work with cops again.”

He grumbled indignantly, scrunching his eyes together in irritation. Y/N slipped her hands up his chest, sliding into their natural place at his jaw. Her lips pressed to his, seeping tension seeping out of him with every passing second. “Aaron,” she hummed against his lips, before pulling away. She smiled as his chased after. “I married you, remember? You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else. Like ever?”

He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of her pants. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“I’m only yours.” She smiled at him, taking a step back. “Now can we get back to work? I wanna go home with you as soon as possible.”

The case was nowhere near close to being solved, but tensions between all members of the BAU were running high. Derek, the ever hot head he was, had almost gotten into a physical fight with the Captain of the precinct, while Spencer had remained silent after a particularly loud conversation with one of the fellow officers.

“These cops just won’t let us do our jobs, Hotch,” Emily had groaned in the hotel elevator with Y/N and Aaron. “I’m two derogatory comments away from breaking Walker’s nose.”

Y/N snorted, eying her husband’s now tense back in front of her. “He’s a real piece of work huh?”

“I’ll be too glad when we get out of here. Why can’t we work with female cops for a change?”

It was Hotch’s turn to snort. “You would end up being the one that they complained about. You’re just as bad as Morgan.”

Emily gave an artificial gasp. “Am not.”

The elevator doors opened, and Y/N followed her husband out and down the hall to the left. “Night Em!”

Out of sight of the rest of their team, she jogged forward to grab his hand, giving a small kiss to his knuckles. A comfortable silence had settled between the heavy setted footsteps of the married couple. Y/N rocked on her heels as her husband fumbled with the key card to their shared room. She rolled her neck, letting the tension fizzle out in separated pops of her bones. She barely registered the click of the door, or the wrap of fingers around her wrist. She did however, notice the cool, fake wood of the hotel door being pressed against her back. “Aaron?”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips in the angle of her neck. She chuckled, winding her fingers in his hair.

“I thought we already clarified that, baby.”

He hummed a chuckle, his tongue lapping up whatever remnants of perfume traced his neck. “And I intend to make that painfully obvious to everyone in that precinct.”

His lips wrapped around the muscles at the junction of her neck, drawing out a moan out of her with passing second that the air left his mouth. Y/N hummed a laugh, lifting her hips to grind against his. “Seriously, a hickey?”

His hand snaked up her waist to rest under her chin, squeezing slightly. She could feel the metal of his wedding band warm to the temperature of her skin. “I’ve got a point to prove, sweetheart.”

His fingers left her throat and reached down to pull the backs of her thighs to wrap around his waist, grunting slightly at the movement. She worked on unbuttoning her shirt, the best she could. “Aar-” their bodies fell to the bed, his legs slotted between hers. Y/N squeezed his left hand that had found its way into hers. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, remember?”

“Oh I remember, darling,” his mouth moved to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before letting it free. “I think you’re the one who needs a reminder.”

Aaron’s hands pushed up her skirt, adjusting it to pool at her hips. His calloused hands traced the edge of her underwear, sliding softly under the band. His mouth, trailing back up to her neck smirked as Y/N’s hips squirmed under his delicate touch. “Be patient, love.”

His attached his mouth to hers as his fingers slowly, finally began circling her clit. The metal of his ring brushing deliciously against the skin above. His teeth tugged her bottom lips, a small whine escaping her. He watched her blissed out expression morph into one of need, eyes scrunched with tension. His fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance before dipping two fingers in slowly.

“Aaron,” she gasped out, clenching around the fingers inside of her. “Aaron, please.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he smiled into her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. “I’m gonna take good care of my wife, don’t you worry.”

His thumb, that had been rolling lazy circles against her clit, becomes more firm, with more intention. Y/N could feel the cold of her husband’s silver band pressing into her pussy as he pressed a third finger into her. The stretch of his hand, the way he stroked her walls with his fingers, and the words dripping from his lips were enough to put her body on edge.

“Oh you’re so tight, baby,” he chuckled darkly, breath blowing sweetly against her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is this all for me?”

Her fingers wrapped lazily between his black locks, tugging the strands. “Only you.”

“Of course, honey,” he cooed. “Look at you dripping all over my ring, I bet you’re gonna come soon, yeah?”

“Please,” Y/N whined loudly. “Please, Aaron, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come for me, baby, get nice and ready for my cock.” She let out a yelp, her back arching from the mattress as her husband continued to lazily stroke her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth for a taste, before pausing and redirecting his fingers to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him and she hummed around his fingers, tongue lapping at her own juices around his wedding ring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, tugging off his own shirt, and ridding his pants and underwear. Y/N’s panties now rested at her knees, twisting over on itself, until she lazily ridded the rest of her garments.

Aaron now positioned her on her knees, head resting on her forearms as her ass ground into his pelvis. “Please, baby, wanna feel you,” her muffled voice called out.

He sucked his teeth with mock annoyance, lightly smacking one of her cheeks with his left hand. “And what did I say about being patient?” he chided, before lining his dick up and thrusting in.

Her toes curled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. A groan left her throat as he began pounding into her pussy at a rough pace. Thrust for thrust, the room echoes with grunts and moans from both Y/N and her husband. She could almost feel his smug grin with every whine that fell through her lips.

“Fuck, Y/N look at you taking my cock so well. I bet you just love how I fill you up.” Her only responses were loud moans that flowed through his own voice as she clenched around him.

The metal of his wedding ring now almost burned against her sweating skin as he wrapped his hand around her throat once more, pulling her body to be flush against him as he continued to thrust into her at a bruising pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” She stayed wordless, only echoing in whines and moans. He squeezed her neck a little tighter, the imprint of the ring creating a delicious friction. “Answer me.”

“You!” her voice bursted out. “You, Aaron, only you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, your husband. I married you, I put that ring on your finger-” he groaned, attaching his lips to the juncture of her neck before speaking again. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me soon?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, and come for me like a good girl,” he panted, using his other hand to rub against her clit, squeezing his fingers again on her throat before speaking right into her ear. “Come on your husband’s cock.”

She yelled with her release, back arching to meet Aaron’s chest. He let out a few more strong thrusts before he found his own release and coated her walls with a groan. His forehead landed on her shoulder, her fingers lazily combing through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled himself out to clean themselves up and crawl into bed. She had rested on his side, but yelped when he pulled her to lay on his chest. She smiled softly, fingers tracing imaginary shapes along his pecs, then started chuckling softly.

He cracked a smile reserved only for her. “What are you up to?”

Her giggles quieted and she stopped her movements. “Oh, I was just thinking. I should make you jealous more often.”

He groaned, tugging her close to him, covering her ringed hand with his own. “Don’t you dare.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she chuckled sweetly. “You’re mine.”

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years ago

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Can you write prompt(s) 40 & 48 with Dad!Bucky x reader pls?

♡ Of course! Thanks for sending this request in! For the kids, I went ahead and used Jamie and Eden, who are in my Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader fics. There's cute and funny family ~shenanigans~ in this piece (and Eden ends up duping Bucky). I hope you like it!

♡ Prompt 40: "There it is. There's that smile."

♡ Prompt 48: "Those are my pajama pants. They're literally slipping down your waist."

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No Such Thing as Winning By Default Tonight

The way Jamie and Eden greeted Bucky at the door always gave him something to look forward to, to cherish. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet as if it had been ages since they last saw him. In reality, it had only been a span of hours since he’d left that morning. And with sparkling eyes, they waited for him to take off his backpack and shrug off the leather jacket. You’d spent the day out with them, and they were ready to tell their father about everything. From checking out new books at the library, going to the park, and even getting snow cones.

As soon as Bucky finished putting his things in the closet, he scooped Eden up and kissed her cheek. And he pulled Jamie into a hug after giving him a fist bump—the gesture was something the boy insisted they started doing everyday because it was ‘cool.’ It was important not to forget the explosion fingers right after, because that’s what made fist bumps even cooler.

The kids talked a mile a minute as they told Bucky about their day—as if their lives depended on it. Hundreds of people had told him hundreds of things over the years and, yet, listening to their words—and yours—added a value to his life that he hadn't, or couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. A smile stretched across your face when he entered the living room with Jamie and Eden on either side of him. You were sitting on the couch with the laundry basket on the floor in front of you. Folding clothes that, admittedly, should’ve already been taken care of.

Bucky shot you a wink when your eyes met his, and you felt the smallest flutter in your stomach. After spending the day with children, you were glad to have some adult company again. It helped that he was particularly attractive in his unshaven state. “Hey, stranger,” you teased, affectionately. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad,” he said, draping his arms over the kids’ shoulders. “From what these two were telling me, it sounds like you guys went around the world while I was gone.”

That earned a laugh from you. “It feels like we did. I’m not moving for the next week.”

Jamie snorted. “But don’t you have to move? You can’t just stay still,” he said. “You’re moving right now to fold the clothes.”

You gave him a flat look, narrowing your eyes. Everyone else laughed. “Well, in that case, mister, how about you three come do it for me so I don’t have to move?” Your tone was playful.

“Uhhh... Dad can do it. I forgot how to fold,” he lied.

“‘Dad can do it?’” Bucky repeated, looking down at him in feigned disagreement. If you truly needed a break, or wanted any sort of additional help, he’d step in a heartbeat—he always did.

“Wait, I’m actually pretty good at it,” Eden spoke up, leaving her father’s side to plop beside you. “Do you want me to help, Mommy?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked out one of her shirts from the basket.

It was then that Jamie decided he was going to assist too. Instead of joining the two of you on the couch, however, he sat crossed-legged on the floor, and dug to the bottom of the basket in search of his favorite race car graphic tee. The way their brows furrowed in concentration was adorable. And because they were no longer glued to Bucky, he was able to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, hands bracing on the plush arm of the couch. Before he could pull too far away, you cupped his chin and directed his lips to yours in a brief kiss, sighing through your nose. You felt him smile upon hearing the kids’ quiet giggles.

Eden’s voice soon arose. “Hey, Mommy, look. Is this good enough?” Bucky pulled away and straightened back to his full height, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

On Eden’s lap was a white shirt printed with pink flowers that she had folded. “It looks great, E. Put it on the stack of your other stuff.” You pointed to the clothes of hers that you had already folded.

What you ended up finding later that evening was that one of the kids had accidentally placed Bucky’s navy blue pajama pants in your sleepwear drawer. Considering he was off in the playroom with them, you decided to put them on to go get a reaction out of him. You paired them with a gray V-neck.

When you walked in on him and the kids, they were winning in what appeared to be a play fight. They hovered over him as his back was against the floor. A helpless smile budded on your face as you stood watching in the doorway. He tried to prop himself up upon noticing you, but Jamie growled and pushed chest back down.

“Do you surrender?” He asked his father.

A laugh bubbled up Bucky’s throat. “Yes, I surrender.”

“I don’t believe him,” Eden told Jamie.

“I do! I promise,” Bucky said. “I just wanna talk to your mom.”

They let him sit up, and you caught the way his gaze traveled up your body. “Hey… those are my pajama pants,” he said, pushing himself from the floor to go stand in front of you. “They’re literally slipping down your waist.” To prove his point, he attempted to pull them up to a more proper resting place on your hips. But they slouched back down a bit when he let go.

“No they’re not," you challenged with a smile. "They’re mine."

“Oh, is that right?” He let his hands come to rest on your hips, and in turn you wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. “They look good on you,” he said, voice low. And before you could register his intentions, he reached around you to squeeze your backside.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeak and dipped down for a kiss. He was gentle, and warm, and smelled woodsy. When he started to pull away, you thought it was way too soon. But, a second later, you realized it was because Jamie had started tugging on the back of his shirt.

You stifled a laugh at the way he rolled his eyes before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked the boy.

“Can we do one more round?” Jamie asked. “But this time you have to go harder on us.”

Eden came to stand beside her brother’s side. “Yeah! And Mommy can be on a team with me and Jamie,” she said.

Bucky looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You up for that?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Maybe I should just watch. These pants probably make me wardrobe malfunction prone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll be fine.”

That assurance is what landed you in a four-person play fight. Per Jamie’s request, Bucky does exert a little more effort. But he was still overly mindful that nobody got hurt in any other way. For the first few moments, you drew back and let Jamie and Eden make most of the advances on their father. They practically cackled every time he pinned them.

But he eventually locked eyes with you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you remain in the background of the action anymore. All you could do was squeal when he made a very direct advancement. Because you were already kneeling, it didn’t take much for him to force you the rest of the way to the floor. It happened so swiftly that all you could do was let out a surprised huff of laughter. Somehow he managed to capture both of your wrist.

“He’s got Mommy!” You heard Eden say. Then she came to your rescue by pushing his shoulder to divert his attention.

In the sliver of time before Bucky walked on his knees to get the girl, Jamie did a discrete signal to her that she nodded to. All it was was a quick swipe of his pointer finger down his cheek. And between you and Bucky, only you caught their quick exchange. It took a second for it to click that he had told her to fake cry. Or pretend to be hurt, at least.

As soon as Bucky gathered Eden into his arms, and lowered her to the floor in the most gentle 'slam' ever, she enacted their scheme. From her lying position, she winced and released a soft whine. There was no possible way that what he did could've caused any pain, but Bucky didn't even rationalize that. The only thing that rang in his mind was that he'd just hurt his little girl.

“Shoot! I’m sorry, babydoll.” He repositioned to sit in a narrow straddle, and coaxed her up to sit on his thigh. The tenderness of his voice made you want to tell him that she was fine. "What hurts, hmm?" She just continued pouting. Jamie put a hand over his mouth to hide either a smile or shock that it actually worked.

Bucky sighed as his eyes flickered over to you. All you could do was offer an expression that was likely a mix between neutral and guilty. Then he redirected his attention back to Eden and started pressing consoling kisses to her hair. When he noticed her beginning to smile, relief flooded through him. “There it is. There’s that smile,” he said. "I really am sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to hurt you."

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Daddy..." she said, voice tentative. "I was just kidding..."

Jamie was quick to pitch in. "I only told her to so we could win by default or something. At least she's actually okay, right?" The hopeful edge to his tone made you bite back a smile. "Mom was in on it too." Snitch.

Bucky's mouth fell slightly agape, but he let out a small laugh a second later, shaking his head. "Wow," he breathed. "'Win by default,' huh? Give me a heart attack to 'win by default.'" In all fairness, it had been a somewhat mean trick. But nothing he couldn't recover from.

"I didn't even know if you were gonna believe me!" Eden claimed. She squealed when he suddenly laid onto his back, taking her with him. The sound of their mixed laughter filled the room, and the energetic buzz returned to the atmosphere.

Then Bucky made a proposal to your team. "You guys are gonna have to come save little miss from my arms if you wanna win for real," he said. "No such thing as winning by default tonight."

Previously fulfilled request: Cold Little Paws.

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wizkiddx · 3 years ago

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Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3

thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are

warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )

^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots

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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.

“Sweet…. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.

“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”

You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.

You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.

He must really really be unhappy.

You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.

This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.

Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.

And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.

Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.

But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).

“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.

“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”

“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”

“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”

You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.

Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.

“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.

He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.

Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.

It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.

“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.

“Hello?”

“Harry it’s me”

“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.

“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”

“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.

“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”

“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.

“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”

“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”

“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”

“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.

Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”

Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“

“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“

“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.

With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.

“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“

“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”

“You live across the road.”

“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.

The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.

There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.

“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”

“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.

“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.

“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”

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