#big things coming on both fronts hopefully soon

[bvannn]

I’m anticipating being kinda quiet this month. I have a lot of ‘art chores’ to do before Artfight starts this year, and not all of them are things I can show right away! Thank you for being patient with me!

[sordidmusings]

He and His Hat Will Be the Death of You

Summary: "He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was."

Y'all in a wall to spy and being trapped against you has Sabo at his wit's end.

A/N: Overthinking but a friend encouraged me to post❣️ Managed to get a very belated thing done for Sabo (almost forgot his bday tbh lol). Big shoutout to @hannahbarberra162 for beta-ing and suggesting to have this be a two parter and encouraging me to follow my instincts on Sabo being a Freak (affectionate) and reminding me I should utilize his dumb hat lol. Also a big shoutout to @schoute, who read through at the end and gave me encouragement as she always does 💚💚💚 Much love!!

Also thank you everyone for your patience with me as always 🤍🤍🤍

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, Sabo a freak freak in this one, cumming in pants, getting off to near death situations, dry humping, he's suffering of horny and you're accidentally making it Worse lol, accidental stimulation, very close quarters (you're both in a false wall because Reasons), some power imbalance (you’re his apprentice and obvs he’s a superior officer)

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Sabo is so glad that he’s the one in front. If he was the one behind you, you’d find out things he’s not ready to talk to you about. He’s sure he’ll tell you soon. One day. Maybe. Hopefully.

But if when that day comes, he won’t be telling you like this. Not with a nervous flush pinking his skin. Not with a slight tremble in his fingers and a shiver in his spine. Not with stuttering breath nor a mind skittering from all but your touch.

Despite his advantageous position, you’re sure not making it easy on him. Your steady breaths keep tickling the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, kindling a heat that swirls under his skin, moving through his chest and down. The insides of your thighs gently tease his hips. They give him little shocks every time your muscles move to adjust your dangling legs, accidentally caressing him. He dreads each time you move to peak around him; it invariably involves your hands holding his shoulders for balance and your chest pressed to his back for the same reason. You have a habit of always needing your hands busy, and it works against him when you absentmindedly massage thumbs into his tense muscles or trail your nails over his shirt, gently picking at it. The reminder that the touch is barely in your mind while it’s all his mind can hold onto makes him want to slam his head into the wall in front of him.

Unfortunately, that would be bad for many reasons.

High among them is that you’d likely think he’s a weird fucking idiot for doing that out of nowhere, especially when you’re meant to be silent. Then there’s the fact that you’re meant to be silent because there are targets he’s supposed to be spying on on the other side of the wall. Ones who definitely wouldn’t let a suspicious thump in the wall stay free of bullets for long.

That all is why you are both hidden in this false wall in the first place. A mission listening in and gathering intel with his beloved protege is not out of the ordinary, but this method sure is. He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was.

The logistics were nightmarish in themselves - finding the intended location that these meetings were to be held, finding the schedules of everyone in the building, sneaking in during the blind spots, creating a hollow you could slide into and traverse from the roof just above, replacing the mirror in the room with a one way. So much of it was luck, really, especially that your targets were the type to meet in gaudy gold crusted rooms with walls crammed full of decorations and filigree. No one who covets wealth so much could stand to stay in a room without a mirror, lest they go too long seeing their own image caked in opulence. And unfortunately they also tended to be tall if the height of the mirror was anything to go by.

Sabo could see out of it standing, his lips at level with the bottom edge of it but that meant that you would need a boost to see out. The mirror wasn’t wide so one of you raised behind the other made more sense, thus a small ledge was made with just enough strength and size to hold you sitting. The walls they built here were thick for soundproofing and fireproofing and that old castle feel. It gave you enough room to hop up and let Sabo squeeze in front of you, but you were always just brushing against his back and your knees were gently touching the wall next to his thighs. It was insanely uncomfortable for you after hours of being in here. You kept fidgeting, the time enough to make you a bit restless but the harsh ledge trying to turn you numb and the awkward way it rested your weight made it impossible to hold completely still. You tried to find comfort in Sabo through leaning into him and focusing on his warmth instead of the needles starting to creep down the back of your thighs. Good training and deep breathing kept you centered enough to focus on the room through the mirror and you had recording snails to save anything you may miss.

Sabo can’t believe himself right now - you’re his apprentice not the other way around, yet he’s the one that couldn’t tell you what these men were talking about if his life depended on it and it might actually come to that. Luckily you would have the answers but unluckily you are why he did not. You were also why he was so hot in this damned wall crammed against your body heat and electric touches. You’re why he’s currently picking a hole through his gloves in an attempt to keep his hands from sinking into the thighs that cage him. You’re why his lower back aches from the tenseness of holding his body still when all it wants to do is roll and give him some Gods forsaken relief.

He gives his head a small shake to snap himself into focus. He feels you reel back in surprise, narrowly avoiding a faceful of his hat. Your hands slide down and you squeeze his biceps lightly in question.

Are you okay?

Sabo hates that you’re so kind right now. Well that’s a lie, he always loves it but did everything you do have to overwhelm him so much? He thought this would be fine, it’s not like he hasn’t been close to you before but fuck being around you has gotten harder and harder as it’s gotten sweeter and sweeter. With each piece of you he sees he’s come to respect you more then enjoy you more then adore you more and he can’t tell you. He’s your superior, your idol, and now your friend. If you knew the devotion - the hunger - swirling in him, surely you’d be upset, surely you- fuck why are your thighs squeezing him?

To Sabo’s delight and horror you let out a whimper so quiet it barely made it to your lips, but he heard it. His hips rock forward once before he even knew they were moving but he does know the flush of pleasure that washes over him when his aching erection grinds into the wall before him. He stills his body, leaving his hips pressed tight to the wall and away from you. It’s slightly painful and definitely not what he wants, but he’s so wound tight that any attention on his throbbing cock is almost too good to resist. Choking back his own whimper, Sabo slowly rests his forehead on the wall, careful his hat doesn’t fall off completely, and blows out a tight breath.

You continue your slow squirming. One hand leaves him but the other digs in firmly to his shoulder now, slightly pulling down as if to lift yourself up. He shuts his eyes tight to keep them from rolling, unable to stop the flood of fantasies of you gripping and pawing at him, panting and whining, drawing him closer with clenching thighs just like the ones twitching at his sides-

Sabo is unable to stop another rock of his hips forward. He slowly presses his hands hard into the wall to keep them from seeking you. He soon gives up stillness and busies one hand with keeping his hat steady while the other fists around the lapel of his jacket. His hips can’t keep from motion either; miniscule circles keep his cock rubbing against the wall. It’s too hard to feel good but feeling nothing is maddening and he couldn’t possibly do anything else with you all over him.

You pull down harder and this time his eyes do roll back. Precum leaks heavily out of his painfully sensitive tip. It starts to leak down over his head and down his shaft, well all the mess that isn’t soaked up by his pants. He worries for a second about hiding the growing stain when you both leave but then you sink your fingertips into him again and huff a breath on his tingling skin and there’s nothing in the world but you.

Your warm presence at his back, your desperate touch, your weight teasing at him, fuck he can even smell you on the air in here trapped so tight for so long. Wait does that mean you can smell him? Does he reek of sex - can you tell he’s leaking for you? Would you mind? Would it flatter you to know how much of a mess you make of him? Would you taunt him and make him make it up to you or would you want him to use the strength you admire to rip every bit of pleasure either of you can feel from your bodies-

Deep squabbling voices drum through the wall and remind him where he is.

Sabo’s hands finally flit to your thighs to stop your torturous squirming. Even with his gloves he can feel the plush of them by how his grip sinks into you. His fingers press deep and he can tell how good the grip is, how he could use it to press and pose you to his whims, drag you closer, open you up, fold you half. At the moment, all he allows it to do is hold you still and hold you close. Instead of a command to stop, however, you take it as an invitation.

That invitation leads you deeper against him, leaning your chest forward to put some of your weight on him instead of your sore bottom. It’s not much, but enough to dial encroaching agony back down to pain. Your head relaxes forward against him in relief, gently bumping under the brim of his hat from your spot buried against the back of his neck. One hand stays anchored to his shoulder while the other slides around his trim waist to anchor him to you. You feel his abs twitch and diaphragm stutter even through all his layers.

Sabo tries to shift himself up to help you and do something with all this energy. It relieves a speck more of the numbing pressure from your seat, and you can’t help but sigh from it. The sound is barely there, definitely kept safe from outside ears by the barrier of the wall but definitely close enough for Sabo to feel as well as he hears. He knows it was from something innocent but god was it just the same as some of the sighs he’d dream of pulling from you - sighs dripping with relief and need and even the pain of drawing you close again and again till all you can do writhe and gasp and beg and need him. He needs you to be as pathetic of a puddle of want as you’re making him and without even trying.

The fantasy melding with your touch takes him again and he just can’t help but cant forward again to grind himself on anything. He’s not sure if he’s ever ached half as much of this and is dangerously close to ruining the mission and risking your lives just to spin around, shred your clothes, and fuck you. But more than that he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you or he shouldn’t get to sink into you, it wouldn’t feel right.

His hands give one massaging change of grip and then he’s pulling you forward with him on the next grind. This time, he’s holding a sizable portion of your weight and you squeeze him in relief and for more. Your second sigh stutters so prettily and he can feel your lungs and breasts jump with it against his back and the little hairs on his neck that it tickles. Who could blame him for tilting his head back to hear and feel more?

His hat is falling, the action bumping it right off of his head. Habit and instinct meet to jerk his hand towards it and the thump of knuckle meeting wall stops both of your hearts.

Before they could find their next beat, three shots tear through the air and the drywall. Your world lurches and liquid tingles run through every inch of your body, washing out all other feeling. Every muscle tightens, stopping squirm and grasp and blinking and breath and all but your newly sprinting heart. Sabo is stiff as stone in your hold, doing little to comfort you. Your only measure of time is the growing burn of your wide eyes and stalled lungs.

“Always breathe first”

The echo of Sabo’s steady voice in training breaks through the fuzz in your head and you can exhale. A spec of clarity eases in with the oxygen and you realize that you aren’t hurt. A tilt of your head and you realize the bullets ripped through the wall and planted themselves in the back layer safely to your side. And only because Sabo jerked you both just out of their aim.

More oxygen guides you out of the purgatory of fight or flight when the sounds of the meeting resume. The adrenaline begins to fall off of you, pulling you to lay slack against Sabo’s back. You feel him tremble and hold him as best you can, worried he’s stuck in the punishing fear that just swallowed you before spitting you back out.

Sabo is definitely stuck and there certainly is fear, but that’s not why he trembles. At first it was definitely for your safety; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you were truly hurt, especially because of his own blunder. He’s thankful that true danger kicked off his haki and let him act so quickly and competently where before he was too consumed to think of much of anything. He’s only dug back deeper into that hole now that “you’re safe” turned to a ringing of “we almost died” in his head. Each time the thought repeats, it pounds in his heart and shoots violently to his cock. The exhilaration, the danger, the relief, they all overwhelm him and make him feel so alive and so needy and so sensitive and so fucking close.

He trembles and gnaws at his lip to keep his throbbing cock from drooling out any more than the precum that’s been wetting his underwear for awhile now. He can feel it pounding between his legs so hard that it hurts. But shame keeps him fighting against the mouthwatering orgasm wringing in his gut.

What kind of freak cums from getting shot at? How could he lose himself with you so sweetly tucked to his back, no clue to how desperate and turned on and depraved he’s being? How lowly would you think of the man that’s your superior, your teacher and guardian, if you found out that being near you has them so close and a little fright pushes them over the edge? That they held you as they came in their pants like a pathetic loser?

The hyper awareness of his stoked haki and adrenaline make it all the easier to feel every little movement you make. He feels you settle boneless against him, relishing your weight pressing you so close. He feels your grip turn from a lifeline back into an embrace, making him hold back a sob at how soft it makes his heart and how painfully hard it makes his dick. He feels you use your thighs this time, gently squeezing his hips in something meant to be comforting but that ends up being agonizingly erotic. The muscle and fat of your thighs feels so warm and alive squeezing him and all he can think of is them holding him tight while his cock is instead throbbing in your wet heat, where each jerk of his hips shoots another gush of hot cum to the rhythm of your orgasm wringing down around him. He can hear your moans and cries and pleas ringing through his head now.

“It’s alright, darling, please cum in me, fill me up -nngh- I need all of you -hah!- Sabo! please cum for me, it’s okay, I need it”

Against his will, his hands grip down hard again and pull your thighs even tighter to him. You’re pressed so close he can feel the natural heat between your legs warming his lower back and it drives him insane.

Thinking he’s scared from the close call and possibly nervous about causing it, you give him a reassuring squeeze. A fresh shiver runs through his body from head to toe. Heart sinking even more at his sorry state, you move your hand from his shoulder so both arms are wrapping around him. This one changes trajectory, sliding to the middle of his chest, over his heart. You draw a few shapes over his sternum before applying firm pressure with a flat palm.

Sabo’s heart beats its ardor against your palm, but all it translates to you is anxiety. You don’t know that your sweetness only warms him through, drowns him deeper in the depths of love and desire he was already struggling to tread, sinks him into the world in his head where he’s already flooding you full like every cell in his body is begging for. A world colored by your gratitude for him saving you both from near death and your hidden love for him that had you throw yourself into him with the same desperation that’s burning him alive.

You nose forward until your lips are at his ear. Your lips and breath tickle the rim of it. He’s still tense and trembling and you’re so worried you forgo some of your fears and whisper, “‘s okay.”

Your thighs gripping him, your hand holding his heart, and your words - so close to his dream’s - smother him and he jolts. His breath is trapped in his throat, his jaw slack and mouth open as if to let it free, but his eyes and brow scrunch with delicious agony. He can’t think of any of that over the bliss beating through him as all the pressure finally turns to the crashing waves of his orgasm wringing him empty with spurt after spurt. His stomach and thighs burn at the tenseness turning to relief, taken by involuntary twitches and the power of each thump of his cock against the tight confines of his pants ricochets through them.

You hold and caress and, as quietly as possible, shush him through his orgasm. It makes it all the easier to imagine the sticky mess around his cock is a mix of your slick and the cum he’s pumping into you.

It’s a long while before Sabo settles. The crash of both the adrenaline leaving and an orgasm strong enough to keep him kicking past having anything to give make him fall almost completely slack in your grip. He leads it gently so the wall holds him and you up (at the cost of being able to watch the meeting, as if either of you were fulfilling the mission at this point) and focuses on aiming to be silent while he tries to catch his breath. All the while, you sweetly anchor him through their capricious tides.

It makes him ache again - a corrosive pool of shame eating at his chest. Reality trickles in with it and sets its scars in his flesh and bones. Not only did he cum in your arms while you’re none the wiser, he did it on a mission where you almost got shot and are trying to comfort him about it. The empathy and care he so loves in you are only serving to shove him into the grave he’s dug with his uncontrollable attraction to you. You offer him your affection and he perverts it into dry humping a wall and ruining his trousers. It’s wasted on him.

He doesn’t deserve your touch, your love - not like this.

But he can’t escape you. Even when he’s reigned in his lungs and heart, you’re right there with your tickling breath. Even when he’s forcing his mind to repeat every word he picks up from the other side of the wall, you’re right there with your resting cheek. Even when he’s managed to smoothly place you back on your ledge and his hands back on the wall, you’re there with your embracing arms.

It’s the best hell he’s ever known.

He was almost sad to see its gates open once the earth outside them was empty.

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Thank you for reading!! There will be a part two Eventually where both are aware participants this time lol

Will update with taglist soon!

Masterlist

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three Four Five

“Called?”

“Errr…well.” Steve goes over to where Eddie is sitting on the kitchen floor, and opens the cupboard door, “this part,” Steve swings the door forwards and back, “door,” he closes the cupboard, “cupboard.”

Eddie seems to ponder this before moving across the kitchen and opening the fridge, “door?”

“Yeah, but that,” Steve points, “is the fridge.”

“Idge.”

“Yeah.”

“Idge door,” Eddie swings the door a little to demonstrate.

“You got it.”

Eddie pulls a pear out of the bottom of the fridge, “called?”

“Pear.”

“Pearrrr.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie nods.

“Called?”

“Chair.”

Eddie nods, then points to the couch, “chair?”

“Kinda’, but it’s actually called a couch,” Eddie cocks his head, and Steve knows he’s said too many words, so he points to the couch and says, “couch.”

“Couch.” Eddie nods. “Stee. Eddidie. Couch. TV. Pear.”

“Yeah, sure, we can definitely do that later.” Eddie cocks his head, “uhm. Stee finished for little bit,” Steve brings his hands together to try and indicate a short amount of time. Eddie frowns at him, “Stee go out.” And Steve points to the front door of the house.

Eddie nods, heading into the dining room to look out of the window onto the front drive, pointing, “called?”

“Car.”

“Stee Eddidie car?”

“No. Stee later- oh shit, now you’ve got me doing it. Steve later.”

Eddie moves back through the house, Steve following curiously, watching as Eddie goes into the fridge and pulls out a beer, showing Steve, “lat-er?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s right buddy, you got it.”

Eddie smiles big, showing off his only slightly pointy teeth.

“He’s a prick Rob, I need to you bat your lashes at him and get us both on the same shifts. Have you seen his stupid duty rosta thing? You’re all on opens, with him, and I’m all on closes with that pizza faced waste of space-!”

“Yeah, I saw, it’s shit, I’ll see what I can do.”

Steve had come into the front door just as Eddie had come in the back, Steve can only assume he’d heard the beemer pull up, and now he’s waiting patiently while Steve talks to Robin on the phone.

“Be kind, rewind.”

“Christ, he said it about forty thousand times, like he came up with it himself.”

“I know! That’s what I thought,” Eddie’s tugging gently on Steve’s shirt, “hang on Eddie’s here, what is it buddy?”

Eddie points at the phone receiver in Steve’s hand, “called?”

“Oh, it’s a phone.”

“One,” Eddie says, but he’s frowning and shaking his head, he leans up to tap the plastic, “called?”

“Oh, do you mean...it’s Robin. Birdie. I’m talking to Birdie, you want to say hi?”

“Hi Birdidie.”

“No, here,” and Steve hands Eddie the receiver.

He takes it carefully, gingerly putting it to his ear, “hi Birdidie.”

Steve can’t hear what Robin says, but Eddie frowns and then carefully volunteers, “beer later,” another brief pause before Eddie says, “Stee good,” and then Steve almost startles when Eddie says “bye bye Birdidie,” and hands back the phone.

“Robs did you just say ‘bye bye’ to him?”

“No, he did it himself, why is that new?”

“Yeah, no idea where he got that from, unless the TV maybe...hey, Eddie, you been watching TV?”

Eddie nods, “Eddidie couch pear TV.”

Steve snorts, “you stuck to your plan without me then, huh?”

In his ear, Robin says, “he’s picking all this up real fast Steve, you’re doing a great job, I think.”

“Thanks. Hopefully soon he will get to the point where he can like...tell us things.”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“Uhm...no good. Bad.”

Eddie tilts his head, “work bad,” he says with absolute certainty, making Steve laugh.

“You don’t like me going to work?”

“Stee inied bad.”

“Awwww buddy, that’s sweet.”

“Sweet.”

“Okay, so this is a walkie talkie.”

“Alkie talkie.”

“Yeah, and it’s like the phone, so you press this button,” Steve demonstrates, startling Eddie when static blasts from the other walkie he has. “Here, you have this one, remember, press the button,” Eddie takes it, holding it to his chest as he sits in his tent, “right, stay.”

Steve jogs into the house, closing the door behind him and going out of sight, pressing the button, “hello Eddie,” he hopes Eddie picks this up pretty quickly, since he’s mastered the buttons for the TV just fine.

There’s a long pause, long enough that Steve thinks he’s going to have to go outside and show Eddie again, then there’s a cautious, “Stee?” And then it goes quiet, so Eddie let go of the button, which is great considering Steve didn’t even tell him that part.

“Hi buddy. You good?”

“Eddidie good. Stee good?”

“Yeah, I’m great.”

“Beer later?”

Steve laughs, muttering ‘I’ve created an alcoholic,’ to himself as he heads back outside, satisfied Eddie knows how to use the walkie. That was way easier than Steve thought it would be.

“Called?” Eddie pokes Steve in the face. His nails aren’t sharp exactly, but they are kinda pointed. Plus they must be like, super strong.

“Ow,” Steve says, but its more reflexive than anything, and then rubs his face, “come on man, you know my name.”

Eddie scowls, but does say, “sorry.” It’s not long before he comes back, poking Steve again, “called?” he demands, poking Steve yet again in the side of his neck.

Steve flaps at him, “hey. Personal space. And they’re moles. Moles. Leave them alone.”

“Mollleeees?” Eddie queeries.

“Yeah. Moles. Like...they’re just there. It’s fine.”

“Moles.” Eddie replies, deadpan, looking at Steve like he’s absolutely full of shit.

Steve nods again, “uh hu, moles.”

Eddie sits for a minute before he slithers off, going half into his tent before he comes back. He moves a little awkwardly, one hand being occupied with carrying his book, but he manages to bring it to Steve where he’s sitting on a pool chair.

He lays the book out on the chair next door, flicking confidently through it’s now well worn pages until he finds the one he wants, he turns it, holding it up to show Steve with a very accusatory look on his face, “moles!”

He says it with the same tone you’d call someone a liar.

He’s showing Steve the page of The Eastern Mole. He’s presenting it like he’s just won an argument.

Steve sighs, “oh boy,” because he does clearly remember reading that page to Eddie.

Steve lies on the living room floor, Eddie lying nearby. Eddie can hold a pencil fine, even if his grip is a little odd because of the webbing between his fingers. So far Steve’s written out the alphabet, numbers one to ten, the days of the week, the months, and Eddie’s own name.

Eddie’s been copying them all dutifully, line after line, and he is kind of getting it. His handwriting is picking up fast at least.

“I’ll get more paper next time I go out. Some proper stuff with lines on.”

Eddie’s frowning at what he’s doing, a look of great concentration on his face, eyebrows drawn together into a frown, tip of his tongue poking absently between his teeth. They’ve been inside long enough that his hair has completely dried; it goes all bouncy and curly when it’s completely dry, but it’s still completely black.

“Eddidie go out?”

“No buddy, you stay.”

“Stay?”

“Yeah, it’s safe here.”

Eddie hums, carefully writing his own name.

Eddie had watched curiously as Steve and Robin had moved all the furniture, but hadn’t investigated. He’s lying on the grass, copying whatever takes his fancy from his book and into one of his lined notepads.

His tail is half curled in the air, the tip flapping back and forth, like Eddie has his knees bent.

“He’s definitely put on weight, it’s really noticeable to me now.”

“Yeah, I think so too, but I see him all the time so it’s probably more obvious to you.”

The kids wanted to do a little get together today, maybe get the grill out. Steve backed it; this is probably one of the last nice days they’re going to have this year. If they don't come up with a plan sometime soon, Eddie might find himself wintering in Steve’s bathtub.

They decided to move the furniture away from the pool so they didn’t stress Eddie out, and they’re far enough away that, when the first kids arrive, Eddie does sit up, but doesn’t immediately move towards the water, which is a win.

“Just play it cool okay, ignore him and he might come to you. Don’t you little dipshits stress him out.”

By some miracle, the kids seem to actually listen. Steve keeps it simple, grills up a bunch of burgers and some hot dogs. The vegetable skewers that Robin made. The kids play on the lawn and generally enjoy the sunshine. Steve keeps half an eye on Eddie. He gets in the water a couple of times; mostly when the kids horsing around gets too loud for him, otherwise he seems content to lie on the grass with his book and his pencils. He's got his shades on, but his skin is so milky pale Steve worries vaguely that he should be putting sun lotion on him.

He supposes a lifetime in a place with no sun will do that to you.

It’s late afternoon when the kids settle in, finding jackets and pull overs as the dusk starts to darken the sky. They’re quiet now, tired out, they just sit and talk.

“He’s there,” Max says, nodding.

Steve turns, she’s right. Eddie’s maybe fifteen feet away.

“Don’t make a big deal,” Steve tells them. He takes a sip of his beer, and then leans back, setting the bottle on the grass. Then he makes a point of ignoring it, “just keep talking okay, don't freak him out.”

The kids are pretty shit at keeping the conversation going now there’s a distraction, and they’re all blatantly watching Eddie. Steve can hear him moving across the grass, so he dares a look; Eddie’s maybe two feet back, sipping the beer.

“Eddie?” Eddie cocks his head, not seemingly over stressed by the situation, “who is that?” And he points.

“Dust bin,” Eddie replies, confidently.

All the kids are lost to fits of sniggering giggles. All except Dustin, who looks suitably affronted.

Part Seven

[cowboybeepboop]

Love your stuff! You are such a good writer!

Could you write something about Scott and reader being in a secret relationship and she's javis little sister and every guy on both teams have been told she's off limits. Reader is more Innocent and sweet so javi is super protective of her Scott and the reader didn't listen and have been seeing each other and at the hotel one night they were making out in the truck and javi catches them and him and Scott get in fight where Tyler and Boone have to break it up. Things are said bw the reader and javi and he storms off. Scott and the reader go to her room and she cleans up his cuts from the fight and they say their first I love yous and decide no matter they are staying together have a romantic night of love making making❤️(maybe since the reader is sweet and innocent she can be a virgin thats up to you)

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Romantic smut, fluff at the end

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: Secret relationship, arguing/fighting, p in v sex (unprotected), shower sex

a/n: The virgin idea is completely up to the reader bc I never clarified. Also I lowkey went off the rails with this one, but hopefully this lives up to your expectations <3 thank you for the request and your compliment 🙏

As Javi’s little sister you’re used to his overprotective antics, starting from the day you began going to school with him. He’s always been very extreme in making sure no one gets their hands on you. Which is infuriating, to say the least.

So once you started chasing storms with him and his team, it truly was no surprise that he made sure to make it known that you were strictly off limits. But unfortunately for him, you caught the eye of his extremely tall, handsome, and romantic friend.

Scott isn’t as big of a dick as he pretends to be, which you found out after running into him at your brother's place a couple months ago. Scott had caught you coming back from the bar alone and walked you to your room. He made sure you got inside okay, he helped you change clothes, get into bed, and then even stayed until you fell asleep because you didn’t want to be alone.

He��s a total sweetheart, but you’re the only one to see that side of him. That fact is what drives you closer to him. I mean being the only person to get his princess treatment, that's enough to make you crazy for him. You’ve been secretly dating him for the past couple months since you met each other.

A soft knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts as you begrudgingly slip out of your warm bed. Opening the door you see your older brother and audibly sigh. “Javi, it's too early.” You whine.

Scott stands behind Javi and smirks, he crosses his arms and leans against one side of the doorframe. He chuckles when he hears your whining, he always did get a kick out of how cute you are when you’re half asleep. Scott looks you up and down for a moment, letting Javi speak first though.

“Come on we need to head out soon,” Javi gives you a cheesy smile while your eyes drift to the man behind your brother, your secret boyfriend. Your body straightens as his presence wakes you up instantly.

“Right okay, give me a minute.” You quickly slam the door in their faces as a blush creeps up your cheeks. Scott was the last person you expected to see, especially while looking like this.

You quickly throw on a pair of jean shorts, a little shorter than necessary, and a pink baby tee. Brushing your hair as you check your appearance in the mirror. You put on a little bit of red lipgloss and mascara, hoping that your outfit will catch the attention of Scott and finally lead to something more than a few heated kisses.

When you open the door both Scott and Javi are still standing in the hall in front of your room. Scott’s eyes widen when he sees you come out of your room, his heart rate picks up at the sight of your exposed skin. Javi on the other hand, rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the outfit you’ve picked.

“Are you really going to wear *that* today?” Javi says with a hint of disgust in his voice. Scott, on the other hand, is struggling to keep his eyes from wandering over your body.

“Why? What’s wrong with my outfit?” You cross your arms over your chest as your brother hands you his flannel.

“Cover up, Y/N.” Javi’s voice is firm as he clenches his jaw, stepping between you and Scott. You roll your eyes as you slip the red shirt on annoyed at his antics.

Scott can’t help but stare as you slip on Javi’s flannel, he can literally feel himself drooling while he watches you do up the buttons, covering up your baby tee and short shorts that he was enjoying a minute ago. “Jesus…” he mumbles under his breath as he tries to snap himself out of it.

“Whatever Javi, are you gonna force me to wear pants too?” You slam your door shut and lock it before he can agree to your suggestion. Walking past the two men as you head down the stairs.

Javi rolls his eyes once again at your stubbornness and follows after you down the stairs. Scott stands still for a moment as he watches the way your hips sway with each step. He sighs before slowly following after Javi and you, his eyes not leaving his view of your backside.

“It’s too hot to be fully covered.” You murmur to your brother with a soft glare, “I don’t see why you have to insist on me covering up all the time. I’m an adult you know.”

“I don’t care, I know how men think, the less skin they see the less they’ll think of you.” Javi snaps back as he follows you out of the motel and towards the parking lot. Scott watches from behind you both, not saying anything but secretly agreeing with Javi in his head.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes. “I’m not riding with you today. I’d rather go with Scott. Or anyone else.” Your words are slightly more venomous than intended but it’s just because you’re irritated with his attitude.

Scott smiles at your comment, Javi however, is not happy about the fact that you chose Scott over him, groans as you brush past him. “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” Javi mutters irritably.

Scott walks over to the passenger side door and opens it for you with a soft smile. You slide into the seat, excited to spend some more alone time with him. Javi shakes his head as he walks off toward his truck, clearly annoyed with you.

Scott shuts your door behind you and strides around to the driver’s side, still with a smile on his face. He gets in and starts it up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you defy your brother like that before.” He says with a chuckle, “I’ve never seen him so pissed off either.”

You glance over at Scott, your expression softening. “It’s about time I tell him the truth, he’s so frustrating sometimes.” With a sigh, you buckle up. “Plus it means we can spend the day together you know,” you smile at him while beginning to unbutton the flannel.

When you unbutton the flannel, Scott’s heart immediately skips a beat, his mind going back to the previous sight of your baby tee and denim shorts. “You better stop before you get us in an accident,” he mutters through gritted teeth, keeping his eyes on the road even though it’s extremely hard not to just stare at you.

A blush paints your cheeks as your hands fall from the shirt. “What do you mean?” You say softly with widened eyes.

He lets out a little laugh, “You’re going to give me a heart attack sweetheart. Wearing those damn shorts and then unbuttoning the flannel right next to me? I swear you’re trying to kill me.” Scott gives you a quick glance, his eyes wandering over the shorts that were still exposed.

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” biting down on your lip, “I tried to dress so I’d catch your eyes.” You murmur, letting your gaze wander out the window.

A low growl leaves his throat, his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter as you mention dressing up for him. “Jesus Y/N, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” He says with a hint of irritation and lust in his voice.

Reaching over you move your hand over his, “I didn’t think it would work this well,” you giggle softly as your fingers interlock together.

A small shiver courses throughout his body before he shakes it off. He lets out a breathless chuckle, “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I want to pull over right now.” He lifts his hand up that you’re holding and kisses your knuckles.

Your face reddens with the implication of his words and the warm feeling of his lips against your skin. “I’m sure Javi would have something to say if you did,”

“Please do not mention your brother right now, his name is a total mood killer,” he says with a smirk as he brings your hand into his lap, his thumb gently stroking the back of it as he drives.

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After chasing the storm and getting all of the intended data you find your way back at your brother's side. The group is bustling with conversation as everyone discusses the data they collected so far. Scott, however, has a one track mind, and it centers around you.

Watching as you talk to the others, he can’t help but stare at you. He’s always been the most observant man, but right now, he wants nothing more than to take you away from the others and keep you to himself. Your eyes flick over to Scott as you give him a sweet smile.

Scott returns your smile with his own smirk, he watches as you turn your attention back to the data reports you and everyone else collected.

He then slowly crosses over to you, standing close behind you as he listens in to your conversation. You intentionally take a step back, pressing your body against him softly.

Scott tenses when you press yourself directly against him, a small gasp leaving his mouth before he has a chance to hold it in. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, the feeling of your body against him has his mind going a mile a minute.

“Okay guys why don’t we head back to the motel? We can review the data some more later.” Your brother's voice breaks up the chatter.

Hearing Javi’s voice, Scott snaps out of his daze. He clears his throat before glancing over at him, watching his expression as he looks from you to Scott and then back to you.

You give your brother an innocent smile before walking back toward Scott’s van. Javi narrows his eyes as he watches you walk with Scott back to his van, his lips pulling into a tight line. He can’t explain it, but the way Scott is acting with you is making Javi’s skin crawl.

Scott tries not to walk too quickly, but he’s honestly just trying to get you away from the others. He opens the passenger side door for you, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. You smile up at him as you buckle the seatbelt.

For a brief moment, Scott’s gaze flicks down to your lap, his eyes lingering on your smooth legs before going back up to your face. A lump forms in his throat as he shuts your door, his mind wandering with thoughts of what he wants to do to you.

He quickly walks around to the driver’s side and gets into the van, letting out a huff of air and muttering, “Jesus Christ, this is torturous.”

“Torturous?” You question while glancing over to him, a confused expression finding its way on your face. Scott starts the van up, the low hum of the engine filling the awkward silence for a moment.

“It’s torturous to be so close to you,” he says with a slight growl in his voice, “and not be able to put my hands on you the way I want to.”

Reaching over you grab his hand, guiding it to your thighs as he follows the rest of the team's trucks. “You *can* touch me Scott.” Your voice is quiet as you flush once again.

A guttural groan escapes his throat when you guide his hand to your thighs. His heart rate picks up as you give him permission to touch you in the way he had been craving for months.

Scott’s hand grips the soft flesh of your thigh, his fingers digging in just slightly. He feels your smooth skin against his rough hand, his palm heating with every inch of contact.

You lean back in your seat, moaning softly at his calloused touch. Scott’s breathing becomes heavier as he hears the quiet moan you let out. He squeezes your thigh in response, his hand slowly inching higher and higher.

“Sweetheart, the things I want to do to you right now,” he says with an almost pleading tone in his voice, “You have no idea how much you’re killing me.” You grasp onto his arm softly.

After Scott is finally able to pull his hand away, he grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white. He takes several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

Scott takes a glance over at you, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin, the way you’re looking at him. It takes everything he has to not pull the van over and have his way with you

“Scott? What’s wrong?” You look at him with a slight pout, unhappy with the lack of his touch. Scott lets out a shaky breath as he parks the van and shuts it off. He shakes his head, trying to get his mind back in the right place.

He looks over at you, your pout making his chest ache with desire, “Please sweetheart, don’t look at me like that right now,” he groans with desperation in his voice, “I’m trying my best to take things slowly with you, but your making it incredibly difficult.”

The rest of the team heads toward the motel as you and Scott stay put in the van. Unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning closer to him you sigh out “Scott… who said we have to take things slow?”

When you unbuckle your seatbelt, he can’t help but tighten his grip on the steering wheel again, his muscles going rigid at your words. He looks at you with eyes darkened with lust as your face inches closer to his, but he stays in his seat.

“I-“ Scott’s voice is low and hoarse, he swallows hard. “I don’t want to rush into things with you, I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for,” he groans softly.

“Scott,” you let out a breathless sigh as you pull him by his collar pressing his lips to yours. All the willpower Scott has left snaps at the feeling of your lips on his. He groans into the kiss, his hand instantly going to the back of your head, holding you close.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth. “F-fuck…” he mutters between kisses. Your hand reaches up, cupping his cheek as you lean into him.

Scott’s head spins with the taste of you, you’re so sweet it’s almost overwhelming. He slowly moves his hand to the nape of your neck, his fingers gripping your hair and pulling you even closer. He lets out a low moan of your name as he kisses you desperately, needing more of you.

Before you can go any further, Scott is ripped out of the van and slammed into the ground. Your eyes widen as you see the fury in your brother's expression. “Javi?” You mutter, rushing out the vehicle you try to stop your brother.

Scott lands on the ground with a heavy impact and is met with Javi’s furious face looking down at him. Every ounce of Scott’s being wants to beat the shit out of Javi right now, but instead he stays put as you rush to get in between them.

Scott gets up with a grunt, spitting a little blood from his mouth “What the hell Javi?”

“Y/N, move.” Your brother's voice is cold as he rolls up his sleeves. “I told you to stay the fuck away from her and you couldn’t listen.” Your feet stay planted on the ground.

When Javi tells you to move, Scott’s eyes instantly land on you. He can see the determination in your face to stay between them.

His hands ball up into fists at the sight of Javi moving closer towards him. “She’s a goddamn adult, she can make her own decisions and I’m not letting her brother boss her around,” Scott says with an equal amount of coldness in his voice.

“It doesn’t matter what *you* think she’s my baby sister.” Your brother pulls you back despite your resistance and throws a punch to Scott’s jaw.

Scott’s jaw snaps to the side with the force of the punch. He winces at the pain, but turns his head back and looks up at Javi through a split lip.

His mind is a million miles a minute, a part of him wants to fight Javi, to put him in his place. But the other part of him is worried for you. “Stop Javi,” he grunts out, “this isn’t about what I think or don’t think, Y/N is old enough to choose who she wants.” Scott swallows. “And she wants me.”

His words fill your brother with more rage as he stalks forward, not letting up on his stance. You try to hold your brother back by his waist.

“Javi stop it, please.” You try to plead with him but he just tells you to stay out of it, peeling your arms away from him.

Scott doesn’t want to fight Javi, but he can’t just sit and let him attack him either. He throws punches at Javi, landing a few in his gut and in his face, bloodying his nose. Every punch he throws is filled with a mixture of anger and worry.

“Stop Javi, this is insanity!” he mutters between clenched teeth. Tyler and Boone come over with confused expressions as they separate the two.

“Javi? What’s going on here?” Tyler questions as they successfully separate the two. Scott glares at Javi through the blood on his face, breathing hard from the fight. When he sees Tyler and Boone, his eyes flicker over to you, checking to make sure you’re okay.

Javi has bloody knuckles and a swollen lip. He points at Scott with his bloodied hand. “He was disrespecting my sister,” he growls out.

“He wasn’t disrespecting me Javi!” You step in front of your brother, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re acting like a child. I’m allowed to make my own choices.” Your voice is harsh.

Javi’s expression hardens as you speak, standing at his full height and towering over you as you step in front. He scoffs at you as you tell him you can make your own choices.

“I’m trying to protect you! He’s only going to break your heart. He’s not good enough for you,” he practically snarls at you.

“I don’t need your protection.” Your eyes narrow, “Javi I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to protect me anymore.”

Javi’s expression darkens as you say you can take care of yourself. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff. “Why are you so hellbent on defying me all of a sudden?” He glares at you. “Do you seriously think I’m going to just stand by and let him break your goddamn heart?”

You let out a frustrated sigh as Boone and Tyler release the two other men, noticing their less aggressive demeanors. “Javi just stop it, please.” your eyes soften as you look at him.

Javi’s expression softens as you look at him with pleading eyes, his shoulders drooping at the sight of your look.

“Fine.” He mutters before walking past you, “But I’m only backing off because you asked…” He storms off to his motel room and shuts the door behind him.

You let out an exhausted sigh as you thank Tyler and Boone, apologizing for your brother's outburst. They both assure you that it’s okay and understand that your brother is just looking to protect you in his own way.

Scott stands off to the side, watching the whole time and trying not to interfere. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his lip and chin. Everything is quiet for a moment before he speaks up. “Sweetheart..”

You turn to him with worried eyes, “Are you okay?” your tone is soft as you brush a hand over his bruised cheek.

Scott’s expression softens at your question. He lets out a small sigh and reaches up to gently grasp the hand you’re using to touch his cheek. Scott leans into your touch, his eyes studying your face.

“I’m fine,” he replies in a quiet voice, “I just can’t stand seeing you caught in the middle like this.”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to him being so hot headed.” You murmur softly. “Come, let’s go to my room. I’ll clean you up.” teeth clamping down on your lip as you gaze up at him.

Scott nods silently, a small smirk forming on his cut lips. He reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining his calloused fingers with yours as you lead him to your motel room.

“You sure your brother won’t kill me when we go in there?” he teases, referencing the earlier fight. You roll your eyes playfully while pulling him behind you.

“Just forget about him Scott,” you unlock the door leading him inside. Scott lets out a quiet chuckle as he follows you into the room. He runs a hand through this messy hair as he stands by the bed, suddenly realizing how disheveled he must look. The blood on his face is starting to dry and the bruise on his jaw is starting to purple.

Grabbing your first aid kit you turn back to him pressing a hand to his chest as you push him down onto the edge of your bed.

Scott can’t help but let out a soft gasp as you push him back onto the bed. He looks up at you, trying to ignore the way his heart is racing in his chest.

“You going to play nurse for me, sweetheart?” He teases. You brush an alcohol wipe over his lip, cleaning up the blood.

“Mhm,” your eyes focus on his wounds, “after all I’m the reason you got beat up.” Your touch is gentle as you slip between his legs to get a closer look.

Scott’s hands rest on your hips as you clean the blood from his face. He watches the expression on your face as you tend to his wounds.

He can’t help but notice how beautiful you are as you focus on him, your face so close he can almost feel your breath on his skin.

“You’re the reason I got beat up?” He mutters with a slight smirk, “Not really. Pretty sure that’s your pain in the ass brother’s fault.” You sigh quietly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect him to see us…” your voice trails off as you cup his face.

Scott leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm as you cup his face. He looks up at you with the same gentle look and sighs.

“Your brother knows how to pack a punch, I’ll give him that, but don’t be sorry sweetheart.” He mutters, speaking softly.

Scott’s heart stutters in his chest at your soft voice and the way you’re looking at him. He swallows hard, his heart aching with the words he wants to say in reply. “Y/N, I love you.”

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, “I love you too, Scott,” you practically whisper in response.

The words you speak make Scott’s chest tight with elation. He couldn’t fight the way his lips turn up into a soft smile, eyes watching your face intently.

Scott reaches up to cup your face in his large, calloused hand. His fingers brush against your skin as they slip into your hair. “Say it again.” He mutters.

“I love you.” You slip onto his lap, your arms moving to his neck as you press a delicate kiss to his bruised lips. Scott’s arms instantly wrap around your waist as you settle on his lap, pulling you as close as possible. He lets out a soft moan against your lips as you kiss him, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The feeling of you on his lap ignites a fire in his chest. As you kiss him, he groans against your lips, pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him.

He nips at your lower lip and deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pull away from his lips, gasping for air as you whisper into his ear. “Scott.. I want you,”

You feel Scott shudder slightly as the breath of your whisper caresses his ear. He lets out a low groan, his grip on your waist tightening.

"What are you trying to do to me, sweetheart? Are you purposely trying to drive me mad?"

Scott moves his attention to the sensitive skin of your neck, placing soft kisses and nips along the skin there. You moan desperately as your hips move against his.

“Scott please,” you gasp softly as he flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

The sound of you moaning his name is almost too much for Scott to handle. His heart thumps in his chest as his body presses yours against the bed. He gazes down at you as he hovers above you. Scott can see the way your chest rises and falls rapidly as you breathe.

He lets out a low growl as he grinds his hips against yours. “Please what, sweetheart?” he mutters, his lips millimeters from yours.

“Please..” your eyes squeeze in embarrassment as you groan out, “touch me, anywhere, everywhere, please.”

All the air leaves Scott's lungs as you say those words. His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, breathless and begging for him to touch you. Scott's body feels like it's on fire, he's burning from the inside out, and knowing he's the one who's made you like this only sends him further into a frenzy.

He leans down and presses his lips against your neck. “You have to be more specific,” he whispers against your skin. “Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?”

You bury your face into his neck, “Scott, don’t make me say it…” you sigh, your body trembling slightly against his.

"It's okay, baby," he whispers, his voice as tender as a lover's caress. "I'll take it slow, just show me where you want me to touch." His hand moves to the hem of your shirt, his touch feather-light as he starts to peel it up, revealing your smooth stomach.

You gasp, your body arching slightly as he presses a gentle kiss to the soft skin just above your navel. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. He's determined to make this moment perfect for you, to cherish every inch of your body like it's the first and last time he'll ever touch you.

With trembling hands, you grasp Scott's wrist and guide his hand down the length of your body, until it rests at the apex of your thighs. His eyes widen with understanding, and you nod shyly, silently begging him to touch you there. His fingers trace the fabric of your shorts, feeling the heat and dampness emanating from you.

His eyes never leave yours as he gently presses against the seam, eliciting a whimper from your parted lips. The warmth of his palm sends waves of pleasure through you, and you squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more. Scott's eyes darken with desire as he slowly begins to rub the spot that's driving you wild, his thumb making delicate circles that have you biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the moans escaping your throat.

His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure to every corner of your body, and you can't help but arch into his hand, silently urging him to continue his sweet torment. Scott's eyes remain locked with yours as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head, his gaze lingering on the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath you take. He takes his time, his calloused hands moving with surprising gentleness as he unbuttons your shorts and slides them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lacy underwear.

You watch him, your heart racing as you feel his breath against your skin, his hands roaming over you with a mix of reverence and hunger. He leans down to kiss you again, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. With trembling fingers, he traces the edge of your panties before his hand settles back between your legs, his touch setting your nerves alight.

You gasp as he gently presses against your dampness, his thumb making slow circles around your clit. The room seems to spin as the intensity of his touch grows, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. His mouth finds yours again, the kiss deepening as his hand works its magic, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling towards the edge of pleasure.

"Scott, please," you whimper into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand. "I need you inside me." Your voice is shaky with desire, your eyes pleading with him to take the final step. His own passion flares up at your words, his eyes darkening even further. He leans back slightly, his hand moving away from your underwear, making you whine in protest.

But he only does it to pull off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest, marred slightly by the bruises from the fight. He reaches down to his belt, his movements jerky with need. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. You nod fervently, unable to form coherent words. He smiles, a smug look crossing his face as he undoes his pants, his erection straining against the fabric.

He pulls his boxers down just enough to free himself, his cock standing tall and proud. You bite your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him. He reaches down to touch you again, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your panties, and you arch into his touch, desperate for more. He groans against your neck, his hand moving to the back of your head, holding you in place as he kisses you deeply.

His other hand hooks into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. You're fully exposed to him now, and the vulnerability makes your cheeks flush even redder. But Scott's eyes are full of love and want, and you feel safe, cherished. He kisses you once more, then pulls away, his gaze dropping to your bare skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice full of awe. "And all mine." With that, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, inch by torturous inch, carefully filling you completely. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move, his hips setting a slow, steady rhythm that has you seeing stars.

Each thrust is heaven, his body moving in sync with yours as if you were made to fit together. Scott kisses along your neck as he moves his hand down to cup your cheek, holding you in place as he takes you in. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but all he sees is the love and desire reflected back at him. His cock stretches and fills you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

He’s so careful, so tender, as if he’s afraid he might break you. His movements are slow and deliberate, each one designed to bring you closer to the edge without pushing you over it too soon. You can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, trying to keep control.

But it’s not just his body that’s on the edge—it’s his heart too. He’s never felt this way before, never been this in love, and he’s afraid of losing you. So he takes his time, savoring every second, every gasp, every shiver that runs through your body as he makes love to you.

As he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, you know that this isn’t just a fling or a fleeting moment—this is something real, something that’s going to last. And for now, all that matters is the feel of him inside you, the sound of his breath in your ear, and the love that’s growing between you with every beat of your heart.

Scott's eyes darken with need as he watches you come apart beneath him, feeling your inner walls tighten around him. He can't hold back anymore. His strokes become more erratic, more desperate, as he chases his own climax. His teeth clench and his hips piston into you as he whispers your name against your skin, his whole body taut with tension.

You're so close, so incredibly close, and the sight of you like this, lost in pleasure, is almost too much for him to handle. He feels your orgasm building, the way your breath catches and your body tenses, and he knows he's not far behind. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, groaning your name as he fills you completely.

The world fades away as you both ride the waves of pleasure, lost in the intimacy of the moment. For a brief second, there's nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the feeling of his warmth spilling into you.

With a final, lingering kiss, Scott gently pulls out of you and scoops you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling boneless and utterly satisfied as he carries you into the bathroom. The cool air of the room contrasts with the heat still radiating from your bodies.

He sets you down on the edge of the bathtub, the sound of the water filling the small space. He then carefully picks you up again and steps into the shower, holding you tight against his chest as the water cascades over the both of you. The warm water mixes with the sweat on your skin, washing away the evidence of your passionate encounter.

With a sudden surge of desire, you pull Scott closer to you, deepening the kiss as you crave more of his touch. Your hands roam over his slick, soapy back, feeling the contours of his muscles and the warmth of his skin. His own hands move to cup your breasts, kneading gently as the water rains down on you both. The steam in the shower envelops you like a warm embrace, amplifying the sensations as your bodies press against one another.

Scott's kisses become more urgent, his tongue dancing with yours as the warm water runs down your faces. You moan into his mouth, feeling a renewed energy as your passion reignites. He lifts you again, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you can feel his hardness against you. The slickness of the soap makes it easy for you to slide against him, teasing and tempting.

Your breath hitches as he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes with a fiery gaze that speaks volumes of his love and need for you. "I can't get enough of you, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You whimper as Scott enters you once more, his movements measured and precise. The cold tiles of the shower wall press against your back, sending a shiver down your spine that only adds to the exquisite sensation of him filling you completely. Your legs tighten around his waist, urging him deeper as he starts to move, his hips rocking into yours in a steady, rhythmic motion.

The warm water falling over your bodies mingles with the heat of your passion, creating a steamy cocoon around the two of you. His hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he picks up the pace, his eyes never leaving yours. The love and intensity in his gaze only serve to fuel your desire as you begin to move with him, your bodies in perfect harmony.

Each stroke sends a bolt of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself inching closer to the brink of ecstasy once more. Your breath comes in short gasps as you lean into him, your mouth finding his in a desperate kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, mimicking the motion of his hips as they drive into you, over and over again.

The water runs in rivulets down your skin, mixing with the slickness of your arousal, creating a symphony of sensations that threaten to overwhelm you. As he deepens the kiss, you can feel his love, his need, his everything, all wrapped up in the tender way he holds you, the possessive way he claims you with every thrust.

Your moans become louder, echoing off the tiles as the pressure builds within you, your orgasm looming just out of reach. And when he finally brings you to the edge, you let go, moaning his name as you shatter in his arms, the warmth of his love surrounding you like the water that drenches your bodies.

Scott’s body tenses, and with a final, powerful surge, he cums into you, his head resting on the tiles next to your neck. The warmth of his release fills you, and his breaths come out in heavy pants against your skin. You hold onto him tightly, feeling the tremors of his climax as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His arms wrap around you, supporting your weight as your legs slowly unravel from around his waist.

The water from the showerhead runs down your bodies, mixing with the passion that lingers in the air.

Scott's hands are gentle as he helps you clean, his touch tender as he runs a washcloth over your body, removing the stickiness that lingers from your love making. His eyes are filled with a soft adoration that makes your heart flutter in your chest. As the water rinses away the soap, he kisses you again.

The quiet of the bathroom wraps around you, leaving only the sound of your breaths and the occasional drip of water as you stand there, lost in each other's embrace.

The tempest of emotions inside of you only grows stronger as you realize how deeply you've fallen for him. The way he looks at you, the way he touches you, it's all so real, so raw, and so beautifully overwhelming. You can't imagine ever wanting to leave this moment, this cocoon of love and passion that you've created together.

Scott reaches for a towel, wrapping it around you with the same care he's shown since the moment he first touched you. His eyes are filled with a softness that makes your heart swell, and as he dries your skin, you can feel his love in every stroke. His touch is gentle, his gaze lingering on every part of you as if he's memorizing every curve and freckle.

You stand there, soaking in the warmth of the towel and his affection, feeling cherished and desired. The motel room outside the bathroom is forgotten, and it's just the two of you, in this intimate space, sharing something so profound that it feels as if nothing else in the world matters. Each time he wipes away the water, it's like he's also wiping away the stress and the worries that have clung to you, leaving you feeling lighter, cleaner, and more alive than you've ever been.

His hands move over your skin with a tenderness that makes you shiver, he takes his time, ensuring that every inch of you is cared for. When he's done, he wraps the towel around your body and pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he's afraid to let you go. His heart beats against your chest, a steady rhythm that matches the beat of your own heart, reminding you that you're not alone in this, that he's there with you, loving you with everything he has.

And in that moment, you know that no matter what Javi or anyone else might say, you've made the right choice in giving your heart to Scott. You lead him back into the room laying down on the bed with exhaustion.

He lays next to you, pulling you onto his chest. As you lie in Scott’s arms, you feel his hand gently caressing your bare back. The motel room is quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning mixed with the soft sounds of your breathing. Scott’s thumb rubs small, soothing circles along your spine, the touch both comforting and sensual. You can feel the firmness of his chest against your cheek, the steady rise and fall of his breath syncing with your own.

The silence is comfortable, a testament to the bond that has grown between you two. You feel safe, cared for, and loved.

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★ Smut , yoongi x reader , perv!yg , nc voyeur

★ w/c: 1,313

Remember the yoongi fic from a while ago? Yeah this is the part 2.

He was wrong about you hearing anything though. You had knocked on his door for some help with your busted and rusted shower. He remembered you complaining about the water pressure and how it keeps coming off about a week ago. You asked him if he could help you fix the new showerhead you recently purchased off of Amazon and needed some assistance in replacing the old one with the new one. And of course Yoongi wasn’t listening.

He was imagining how your soft pink lips would feel round his cock. Would you be able to take his whole length? Would you swallow his thick white cum if he ejaculated down your throat? That was all he was thinking about and was only brought back to earth when he heard you call out his name, to which he responded with quick ‘yeahs,’ unsure of what he got himself into, but he didn’t mind it. It involved you, and he didn’t mind anything that involved you.

You gave him a polite and grateful smile before asking him to follow you to your apartment.

Is she really inviting me to her apartment? Yoongi thought to himself as he entered your neat and girly home. He looked around intently, taking in every single detail of your surroundings, making sure to register some important ones.

You went on about how your showerhead was bugging you (again) and expressed your gratitude to Yoongi for helping you out.

A shower problem, huh? He dismissed your thanks and regards and acted as a very charming and helpful neighbor, calling it his duty to help you out.

You both entered your bathroom. It wasn’t too big but great for temporary accommodation. Yoongi looked around and spotted your ever so familiar laundry basket. Your red lace panties peaking through the piles of tees. He immediately averted his gaze to your broken showerhead.

‘It won’t take long to fix that.’ He commented nonchalantly.

You gave him a small nod before stepping back and letting him do his thing. Yoongi worked diligently, yet slowly. Fixing your showerhead would give him extra time to spend with you, even though there won't be much banter. As long as you were in and around his proximity, he didn’t mind it.

‘Hopefully I’m not bothering you.’ Your voice was soft. How could you say that? How on earth could you think like that when being close to you has been his only agenda for the past few months?

He brushed it off with a soft chuckle. Mumbling something about how he would never think like that.

He stole glances at you as he fixed on the new showerhead. The way you’re leaning against the doorframe with your legs crossed and your arms folded. Pushing your plump tits up. He couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts from coming. He was completely enchanted by your body.

Soon he was done fixing the showerhead. Already? But he thought he had more time!

You approached him with a relieved sigh, showering him with ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you are “insert adjective”’. Yoongi's heart almost burst out of his chest when you hugged him. He was frozen. Literally. His hand stuck midway to holding your waist. He could feel your body’s heat. His heart thumped faster when he felt your tits press against his chest. Time stopped for that one moment before everything went back to normal when you pulled back, pulling Yoongi simultaneously out of his daze.

You gave him a wide grin, unaware of the turmoil you just created inside him. He turned around and watched as you inspected his handiwork. His eyes are scanning your body subconsciously. He quickly looked away, not wanting to overstay his welcome, and cleared his throat.

‘I should get going,’ awkwardly said Yoongi. You give him a nod and another wave of thanks. He started moving out of your bathroom, planning on leaving himself, and when you called out for him to close the front door while he left your apartment, he courteously nodded. He was surprised that you were so comfortable with him, allowing him to do that? Maybe it’s a new step to creating a stronger relationship with you.

As he reached your front door, he heard the shower turn on, and the sounds of water hitting the tile floor hit his eardrums. Yoongi just assumed it would be you testing it out, but when he heard your soft humming, he realized you were actually showering and he was in close proximity.

His mind went in different directions as he continued listening. He should leave as quickly as possible. That’s the most respectable thing he can do. But a part of him wanted to stay. He wanted to stay and peek through your bathroom door and get a small glance of your wet and naked body. He wanted to see you rub soap down your body. He wanted to see your wet hair cling to your body. He wanted to see your body.

He gulped, contemplating whether to stay or leave. The best answer would be to leave. Like, imagine if you caught him? His whole plan would crumble and fall!

But his hormones were getting the best of him, and he decided to follow the irrational part of his mind.

He took a step forward towards your bathroom. He knew it was wrong. Of course he did. He inched closer and saw the door slightly ajar. Thank God.

He could see your shower from the slight gap. He stepped in just a bit more, and there you were. In all your naked glory. Totally unaware of the fact that your most trusted neighbor is watching you bathe yourself.

His cock sprung up and created a tent in his sweatpants. He felt like a teenage boy with the way you gave him a boner. You didn’t notice him at the door. Your mind focused on the hot water that streamed down your body.

When you turned slightly, he finally got a glimpse of your naked tits and perfectly shaven pussy. His breath hitched at the sight, and he had to look away for a moment to regain his composure. His dick was getting painfully hard as his mind replayed your body over and over again, and he had to suppress a needy whine from escaping his lips.

He pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down just till his cock sprung out. The length already leaking precum through its glowing red tip. He peeked in once again and saw you… touching yourself.

He could almost cum at the sight. The way your hands went up and down your body. Squeezing and pushing your tits. Teasing your nipples as your hand slowly rubbed your clit. It was a sight to behold.

You wouldn’t mind if he quickly rubbed one out, right? Surely you wouldn’t find out.

Yoongi’s hand slowly dragged up and down his length, watching your every movement. He unconsciously licked his lip as he focused on the hand that was on your clit. His fapping got faster when he heard your whimpers and whines through the sound of the running water.

‘Yeah… go faster…’ he was speaking to himself in a hushed tone. All he wanted to do was to be there in that shower with you and replace your hand with his. All he wanted to do was to suck on your perky tits as his fingers stretched and fucked your hole, his thumb working on your clit so he could watch you cum all over his hand and get a chance to taste your sweet, sweet juice.

His stomach caved in as his orgasm approached. The grip around his cock got firmer as he continued watching you pleasure yourself. He cursed under his breath. His balls tightening. He was preparing for his second orgasm of the day when—

“Fuck… Yoongi…” you moaned out.

Huh?

A/N: HIIII! I decided to write this out of nowhere LOLLLLL 😭😭 i hope guys like it and THANK YEW FOR READINGGG! Please ignore the mistakes if there is any, I didn’t bother to proof read properly 😭

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Please can we have more Yan justice league?

Maybe the reader has a boyfriend in the military so she doesn't see him much and when he comes back to visit, the go on a fancy date before they crash it?

It would make it even better if they reacted to the boyfriend about to propose to her!

A Day in Life: Heartbreaks

Synopsis: A day in your life where your yanderes find a secret of yours and tell you another one.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Modern!40s!Bucky Barnes X Reader

Tw: Bucky you’re one of my fav characters from Marvel, I'm so sorry I did u dirty😭; Heavy mentions of cheating and NO forgiving; Stalking; English isn’t my 1st language.

Word count: 1k

Requested? Duh.

Extra notes: I should be studying instead of writing this. Also omg I got so many requests in just a few hours, thank you very much!! I'm writing them all!!

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Since most of your days became filled with stress and anxiety, you started appreciating even more moments where you could just forget all your problems, from small ones — like, lack of motivation to go to the gym, bad hair days and an ingredient you forgot at your fridge and became rotten—, and big, out of your control ones — like seven superheroes, who you see almost everyday, stalking you.

Your boyfriend getting back was one of the best dic(k)strations.

Bucky was a sergeant, he spent weeks, even months, away from you on missions. It was hard, but you were both busy people, so your mind was usually too stimulated to think about boy problems only all day, most adults were, and you believed the hard work would be worth it one day. The future was hopefully bright.

The League never mentioned him. Actually, some of them implied more than once that they thought you were available, so they probably didn't know about your relationship. You didn't use much social media and your boyfriend got especially busy this year, so it made sense.

He paid for you to get your nails done earlier and took you to a nice restaurant. After that, Bucky took you for a walk around the city, lively and beautiful even at night, and stopped at the park where your first date happened. Everything was fine, until he got on his knees. Suddenly, seven, mostly colorful, figures descended upon you from out of nowhere, screaming.

— (Y/N)! YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM! — Flash’s voice startled you, confirming your suspicions to who the group was.

You growled.

— SERIOUSLY? LEAVE ME ALONE! IT'S MY DAY OFF! — Bucky, who had swiftly gotten up with his fast reflexes as soon as the heroes charged, blinked at the sight. He looked between you all.

— Doll? What’s this? — You looked apologetic at him.

— Sorry, Bucky. Since I got my job, my bosses got… Protective over me… — You didn't want him to get hurt. Bucky and his friends had a great sense of justice and hated bullies. He would surely want to do something if he knew the true extent of things. You also didn't want to ruin the vision he had of his idols.

Since their obsessive behavior started, you just counted your lucky stars that they would just get tired of you one day or wouldn't sabotage your relationships. They seemed fine with you having friends, but dating was different.

You turned to the League.

— Go! — They shook their heads.

— You can't trust this bastard, darling. We have proof of his betrayal to you. — You looked at Wonder Woman skeptically and crossed your arms. Bucky gulped.

— Oh, really? How so? — You raised an eyebrow.

Batman fiddled with his wrist computer, a second later, a protection was shown and different pictures and videos of your man talking and being very intimate with someone very familiar to you appeared. Your stomach churned and your heart ached.

— This is fake! Doll, you have to believe me! — Bucky cried out and got in front of you, holding your shoulders, trying to cover your vision from the images. You took a step back and kept looking at the images.

The League had more than enough means necessary to fake all of this, but you knew Natasha was Bucky’s ex, and they were still friends and coworkers, even with their intense heartbreak. You sometimes got insecure and worried since they spent so much time together, but he always told you you had nothing to worry about…

You gulped.

The League was all glaring at his back while he shouted a hundred words per minute, desperately trying to convince you he was telling the truth.

Superman growled and walked forward until he grabbed Bucky by his shoulders and pulled him away from you.

— Stay away from them, you asshole. (Y/N), I would never do that to you. — You ignored Green Lantern's words, like you were doing since the pacifier incident. You knew he was getting desperate and that made you specially scared, but at least he gave you some distance.

— Not now. — Batman took a step forward. — A few hours ago, we discovered your relationship. For security reasons, we searched, and found these pictures and conversations from his second social accounts, that he uses to commit his cheating.

— He didn't try to hide much, he thought he wouldn't get caught. — Flash stated.

— I-I need more proof… These could be old… — Your first words spoken made Bucky shut up. Mind scrambling for something.

— Let the Lasso of Truth speak for him. — In a second, the Lasso was thrown around Bucky's torso and he was squirming. — Speak, you worthless mortal! — Wonder Woman ordered.

Bucky was able to struggle for a few seconds, before he blurted out.

— It's truth! It's truth! I told her we broke up and started dating her again! I thought I could have you both at the same time!

You gasped. Your hand shot to your chest.

Flash was on your side in a second, trying to hug and comfort you, but you pushed him away. You started crying from heartbreak and anger.

— HOW COULD YOU?! — You glared at him and pointed at his face.

— Doll… I swear I love you both. But I'm also narcissistic, insecure and look down on women. — The Lasso was really doing its job. You laughed humorlessly.

You had nothing to say anymore. No reason to stay. You took advantage of his tied arms and got close, punched his nose, and stomped away.

The League contemplated going after you and trying to bring you comfort, but Batman and Martian Manhunter decided to just let Bucky go (after intimidating him so as to not get close to you again) and follow you discreetly, watching you from the shadows, intervening only if necessary.

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hopefully this isn’t too vague but for a request i’d love some fluff! potentially steve and henderson!reader like dustin’s older sister and what that would all entail, like steve being a part of the family :,)

the secret

wc: 2.1k

summary: After keeping your relationship with Steve a secret from Dustin, he just so happens to find out in the worst way.

cw: Henderson!reader, older sister/ younger brother, slight fight, nothin rlly!

a/n: thank you sm for the request i really appreciate it!!! i hope you enjoy!!! <33

As of right now you and Steve are keeping your relationship a secret.  

At least from Dustin. You both don’t know how he’ll react and personally you’d hate for this to be something that doesn’t work out and you ended up getting him mad for no reason. Not that you and Steve are breaking up anytime soon, he’s actually been great. He calls you every night and on dates he gets you flowers. He’s perfect and you’re extremely happy.   

Steve saw you for the first time when he went to pick Dustin up. He sat in his red car with furrowed brows because the kid was late. Like 20 minutes late. Doing what? Steve still doesn’t know to this day but he’s thankful something kept him up. It’s what brought you to his car.   

You had a pretty summer dress on and if Steve were a gentleman his eyes would have found your face before your dress but that’s just how it happened. You also didn’t have shoes on, underestimating just how hot the summer concrete would be, or maybe, probably, not expecting to tell Dustin’s significantly older friend that he can’t go anywhere today. Steve can see your height get higher as you stand on your tippy toes trying to avoid the heat on your bare feet.

It’s how you got into his car, after he offered you to sit in it of course. Letting your feet have a break. It also lets him keep you for a little longer. You had told him all that he really needed to know and yet here you are in his passenger seat with the door open. You’re letting out cold air but Steve would never tell you to do anything about it.   

After that day Steve picked Dustin up more and suddenly he began walking up to the front door. No longer waiting the whole time in his car for Dustin to fix his timing issues. Instead he sits with you in the living room and talks. When Dustin was ready he’d give you a goodbye and Steve would send a smile and wave. It was easy to fall in love with Steve Harrington.   

With all of this being said Dustin knows you’re dating somebody, just not Steve. In typical Dustin fashion he couldn’t care less about it, it’s not affecting him in any way other than you’re gone more. He’s too busy in his own life to notice anything about yours. And you two have been careful so far. Like when he drops you off a few houses down so Dustin doesn’t see his car, or when he sneaks into your room through your window– But that one even your mom doesn’t know about.   

It was working well so far. Would you like to tell your brother you’re dating someone he sincerely looks up to? Well when it’s put that way no. But you would like to stop being secretive. You and Dustin are pretty close, you never keep something this big from him. It’s what eats you up at night when Dustin asks when he’s gonna meet this special guy you talk about.  

But you know it’s best that he doesn’t know quite yet. To know your sister and best friend are getting together behind your back is understandably devastating. Even though it’s 100% serious Dustin doesn’t think Steve is serious about anything and you’re his sister who is lame and boring. It just simply doesn’t work. 

Steve is coming over again tonight, you had spent a few days last week at his place so now it’s his turn to go to yours. A nice back and forth to make things even. Although being at Steve’s is better than being at your place, no hiding, no parents, just you and him in a house all alone.   

However it is nice to be in your bed with your clothes. Not needing to pack a bag of things that you need. Steve packs light anyways, boys are so lucky for that. And he always tells you how much he loves your room, stating that it feels like you are unlike his room. Something that his parents threw together and he just put his personal belongings into. You have posters and pictures of friends all around, your music collection is stacked, and downstairs is a family that’s close and happy. Something Steve doesn’t get to see at his own home.   

When you hear a knock on your window it makes you jump slightly. Your nose stuck in a book you rented from the library when you and Steve went a few days ago. You’re quick to hop off your bed to open it for him. He always tells you to keep it locked even when you know he’s coming.  

 “Hey angel.” He preens once both of his feet are planted on your bedroom floor.   

“Hi handsome. Have you eaten?” You ask putting your arms around his neck giving him a hello kiss. It’s quick despite his arms trying to pull you closer into him and he answers with a nod. Your mom made one of his favorites but he can always take some home when he leaves.  

Your mom is maybe even a bigger fan of Steve than you are. When he has dinners with all three of you– just as a hang out with Dustin of course– she always asks him questions and makes jokes. He gives into her, laughing at anything and everything she says. It’s very sweet, completely unnecessary, but still he does it. Your mom can like anyone so Steve doesn’t need to try so hard and yet he does.   

Dustin will complain if Steve gets seconds and you’ll kick his leg under the table. Not only is he being a brat but that’s your boyfriend who deserves seconds. He gives you a death glare in return that means absolutely nothing to you at this point, seeing it for many many years.  

Steve even sometimes scolds him and you think you like him the most then. All defensive of you and then he puts his hand on your thigh under the table. The flush that comes to your cheeks is missed by your brother but not by the boy sitting next to you.   

His hands squeezing your hips pulls you out of the memory. You can see his eyes traveling around your room, looking for anything new that he might not have seen the last time he was there. When they land on your bed he immediately speaks up.   

“How's the book going?” He nods his head towards the direction of the book on your bed. Steve remembers how happy you were to find it in your local library, it is a fairly new release for Hawkins to have.   

“It’s really good so far, I barely had time to read it cause Dusitn was bothering me all day.” You huff as you sit back down on your bed, Steve follows suit. The way your hands immediately intertwine could almost make it seem like there's a magnet holding them together. Always coming together when close. 

The timing in which Dustin knocks on your door after you mention him is scary. So scary you fear he might have heard what you said about him. But what's worse is Steve is right next to you. Both of your heads turn to look at each other with wide eyes. 

“What?” Your tone is not harsh but it does exactly say ‘come on in!’ 

“I need to talk to you.” 

Dustin never really comes to you about stuff unless it's to complain about your mom. But she’s asleep now so this must be something serious. You get up from your spot on your bed and make a ‘shoo’ motion to Steve. He quickly fumbles his way into your closet, it’s bigger than Dustins which is why you picked this room. Still it doesn’t leave Steve a ton of moving area for him to stand comfortably. Your hanging clothes force him to be pushed against the door. 

When you open your door Dustin is standing in front of you with a frown. Your arm stretches out to let him know he can enter and he sits on the chair by your vanity, the one that's right next to your closet. 

“So, what's up?” You are leaning against the end of your bed, hoping this goes quick so Steve can get out of the stuffy closet. 

“I think Steve is done with me.” The way he lets his head fall into his hands with a sigh tells you he's really been thinking about this. 

“What do you mean ‘done with you’? He’s here all the time.” 

“No, he’s only here for dinners after mom begs him or to pick me up and drop me off. We never hang out.” You could scold him for spinning around in your expensive chair but you decide against it. 

“Well Dustin he is older he’s probably got stuff to do y’know? I doubt it has anything to do with you.” You give him a small shrug of your shoulders, hoping this clears his head for the time being. 

“I think he’s dating someone.” Dustin rolls his eyes, you're glad Steve can't see it. “He’s all happy and it’s weird.” 

“Oh really?” It’s taking everything in you not to grin, trying to come off like you couldn't care less. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s her that's ruining him.” He ponders. This conversation isn't really going in the direction you were hoping for. 

When a loud sneeze booms from your closet Dustin is quick to jump off your chair and run towards you. Could this get any worse?

“Who is in your closet?” The lack of response you had to the sneeze gave you away. His head shoots from you to the door. 

When it opens slowly and Steve's face pops out with a wince you can't help but throw your head back with a groan. He fully steps out and when you look back at him you can see a slight sheen on his face, it probably wasn't the coolest being trapped in there. 

“I’m so sorry Dusty I really didn’t mean for you to find out like this and I-” The nickname slips in hopes of saving this situation. 

“Are you sleeping up with my sister?” Dustin shouts at Steve. 

“What? No! I’m not sleeping, well I sleep with her sometimes but-” 

An ‘oh my god Steve’ comes out muffled as your hands cover your eyes but it doesn't stop the horrible situation playing out in front of you. 

“How long has this been going on?” Dustin's poor little face is red, maybe from shock or anger but it breaks your heart all the same. 

“We’ve been dating for 4 months.” You say. 

“Dating? 4 months?!” His voice breaks mid screech. 

“I swear we were going to tell you but there was never a right time, and we knew you’d be upset. It just happened since he was here so often and, I dunno I just- he’s really great Dustin I promise.” It comes out all scrambled but Steve's smile from your words shows enough. 

“It isn't a fling Dustin, this is serious.” Steve speaks up. You quickly nod in response hoping it comes out as sincere as it feels. 

“So I was right, you are dating someone. It’s just, you’re my sister.” You can see the wheels turning in his head trying to understand how he feels about the situation. 

“Yeah, and m’not ‘done with you’ man.” Steve says, quoting Dustin's earlier words. “And now that you know about us, you’ll probably get sick of me being around.” He jokes trying to save this conversation. 

Steve walks over to you, again his hand magnetizing to yours. It’s a visual that concretes everything that has been said, proof that this isn't some prank or a dream. 

“Please forgive us for hiding this from you.” Dustin finally looks at you and his lack of words scare you. 

A few years ago you accidentally broke his lego set he spent 3 weeks building and he didn't talk to you for 10 days straight. Now he’s got a serious reason to not talk to you for a whole year. 

“Fine, I’ll forgive you but for the next two weeks you have to do my laundry. And you’ll drive me around whenever I need to go.” He points to you then Steve. 

It takes everything out of you to not automatically roll your eyes but you nod in agreement. “Okay, deal. Are we good?” 

“Yup, we're good.” Dustin smiles as he makes his way to leave. But not before, “Leave this door open.”  

Now you feel safe to roll your eyes at his annoying dramatics. Right as he turns his back from you he can hear the shut of your door. You may have been stressed about this but not enough to have your older sister's antics fly away. 

All Dustin can think now is maybe he should have acted more upset… 

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SmokeStack Blues: An Alphabet

summary: just a nsfw alphabet

warnings: obvious NSFW themes, nothing too crazy

notes: again this is in second pov, and afab. the title is both elias and elijah’s nicknames, so maybe smoke’s version will come out soon. ik the writing isn’t the best, this isn’t proofread, I just wanted something new to be out before the end of the week. I kinda went overboard, but I was in too deep doing this. i got inspiration from someone’s smoke nsfw alphabet, but I can’t find it anywhere anymore sooo… i’m just gonna pretend i got this credit from the most recent one i saw. hopefully smoke’s nsfw alphabet is shorter.

A is for Aftercare:

He’s all for aftercare. There hasn’t be a moment where he hasn’t taken extra good care of you after sex. Pretty much anything you can think of he’s already got done. Of course, he actually was the worse at aftercare when you initially got together, but thankfully he’s picked up a thing or two from you. (‘Specially cause you’ve been insistent on the whole thing.)

He’s always been real handsy. Before, during, and after sex. He’s made a big habit of keeping his hands on you, but he’s extra gentle. His hands wouldn’t leave your body, it’s like it’s physically impossible for him to keep his hands off you. He’s always extra gentle when he’s touching you, rubbing the sides of your hips, gently sliding his hands up and down your waist. He’s gotten into the habit of just letting his hands touch you, your stomach, your back, your neck, his hands would be subconsciously searching for any tension in your body just so he could massage it away.

Just as quick as he is to keep his hands on you, he’s equally as quick to get his lips on you. Soft kisses along your neck, your shoulder, the base of your head, your forehead, anywhere he could reach. Now, he wouldn’t call himself a cuddler, but he’s damn near close to one even if he’s in some sort of denial ‘bout it. He makes sure he’s real close to you, running a finger through your hair and ignoring your protests to clean up with a “just wanna feel on you a lil’ longer.” It’d take you about ten minutes to finally get him off of you and finally wash up, but even then he’s the one scrubbing you clean.

B is for Body part:

Man’s a huge ass guy, always has been and probably always will be. He’s a looker, and he’s not really ashamed about it. He likes it when you walk, especially loves it when you’re walking in front of him or walking away from him. Always gives him a good view to let his gaze linger just for a second longer before looking up to you if he’d look for a second too long. You can’t really blame him though. Ass— your ass specifically, holds a special place in his heart.

And he especially likes randomly giving your ass a little pat when he walks by. Said it’s something ‘bout the way it feels in his hand, though he might be a bit biased, he claims it’s the second nicest thing he’s ever felt in his life. Saving the feel of inside you as number one.

He loves the way your ass jiggles when he smacks it, loves the look of his hand print on your right ass cheek when he’s rough enough to hear the smack. Sometimes he’ll insist on fucking you from the back just so he can grab on your ass and watch the way it bounces with each thrust.

Now maybe it’s a little cocky for him to say, but he’s very cocksure. Can’t really blame him for being confident. He would never go as far as saying he takes pride in it, but he’s definitely thought it a few times. He loves watching his cock slide so easily in out of you, loves seeing that little look on your face and that hitch in your voice when you’re ‘bout to cum, and absolutely loves when you become a babbling mess if he’s thrusted too deeply and too quickly.

C is for Cum:

Stack has a thing for cumming on your face. Actually, a huge thing for cumming on your face. Thought you’d always looked so pretty when you were all teary eyed with that little pink blush to your cheeks. You were damn near ethereal.

He didn’t even realize how much he liked cumming down your throat until the first time you’ve given him head. At first, he was a little concerned he was being too rough with the sounds you’d make whenever he fucked into your throat a bit too deep or that dazed look you’d get when you were too busy choking on his dick. But fuck you were so good, took him so well, looked so damn pretty doing it.

The first time was an accident, or he claimed it was an accident. He was fucking your face, one hand behind your hand, and his dick just happened to slip out, but he was already so fucking close. As soon as you grabbed the base of his dick to guide it back between your lips, he couldn’t help himself. At first, he was worried he’d offended you or gotten some too close to your eye, but the sight of his cum on your lips had him hard again. Watching you lick your lips and sucking his tip clean had him groaning a little “oh fuck” under his breath. He felt bad after, apologized three times for being too rough, and promised to make it up to you if you’d sit on his face after.

He also discovered that night that he really liked eating you out.

D is for Dirty secret:

Now it ain’t a heavily guarded secret, it’s also not something he’s openly admitted, but he absolutely loves seeing you on top of him. Doesn’t have to be during sex, could be just when the two of you are alone at night and talking, or when you’ve fallen asleep with your head on his chest. But he always favors seeing you on top. He loves that shit.

Sometimes he’ll be so caught up in the sight of you guiding himself into you that he’ll forget to breathe. Have his bottom lip between his teeth and his hand firmly on your hips to keep himself from bucking up into you, guiding you with a soft “just like that baby”. You being on top is probably the only time he’d willingly let you set the pace and go as slow as you want.

Plus it gives him the chance to watch the way your hips roll down against him, the way your tits bounced with every move and that gorgeous look on your face as you chased your climax.

He’s a lot more vocal when you’re riding him. Praising you for how well you’re doing, telling you how gorgeous you look, whispering little encouragements: “That’s it, just like that ma,” “God you’re so pretty,” “Don’t go getting all tired on me now, you’re doing so good.”

E is for Experience:

He’s confident where and when he needs to be. Knows just what to do to make you feel real good, where to kiss, and touch and hold. Makes sure to be extra slow with his touches and press extra hard to get you going.

He knows his way around a female body, but he’s gotten real good at knowing his way around yours. Knows just where to flatten his tongue and just where to suck when he’s busy eating you off. Knows just how deep to fuck you and is quick to listen to you whenever you’re mumbling for him to go harder and faster. Knows when to scissor his fingers apart and curl them up against you when he’s gently easing himself knuckle deep into you.

He’s a quick learner. Learned just what to do to help you come, knows what you like the most, what gives you that tight knot in your tummy, and what’s got your toes curling.

F is for Favorite Position:

He’s got a few favored positions; likes missionary with your legs resting against his shoulders, just cause it gives him a better angle to thrust deeper into you, loves doggy style, for its own reasons. But he’ll never get tired of cowgirl.

He’s a sucker for watching you ride him, though he doesn’t really let you do all the work. Thinks it’s probably morally wrong. His hands are glued to your body, grabbing at your boobs, smacking your ass, gently guiding your hips as you move. And if you get tired, all he gotta do is adjust himself ever so slightly so he can fuck up into you and guide your pretty self down on his dick.

G is for Goofy:

Elias excels at balancing the seriousness and humor where it’s needed. You two are good at keeping each other on your toes, and he’s made sure to not let things get too serious in certain moments.

He gets all serious and focused when you two are together late at night. Channels all his attention onto you and you only. He’s laser focused, making sure to be extra aware of every shift in your breathing and any tension in your body.

But after, it’s a different story. Still talks you up, teasing you for certain noises you’ve made, kissing up on you when you get annoyed at him for mocking you. “C’mon now, you looked real pretty moaning like that.”

Plus, not like he couldn’t handle every witty comment you’ve thrown at him. He likes that about you, he’s glad you can keep up with him, though sometimes you do got a quicker mouth than him. You know how to put it to use.

H is for Hair:

Both twins strive on cleanliness, like to be nest, and presentable. Elias is a well groomed man, doesn’t like getting too hairy and untamed. He makes sure he’s all good down there, both for his sake and yours.

Now, he doesn’t necessarily like going smooth and bald, but he’s always making sure he’s trimmed and groomed. Sometimes he lets his happy trail grow just a little, but not too long.

I is for Intimacy:

Now, his intimacy is solely based on his mood. When he’s feeling real good, and real loving, he’ll be so sweet and passionate. Attending to your needs, paying attention to all your responses and reactions just to see if you feel good.

He takes his time exploring your body, savoring every curve and contour even though he knows it better than the back of his hand. He kisses you long and slow, taking the time to feel the way your body moves against his and adjusting himself ensure you’re always satisfied. Likes to savor the feel of your heavy breathing against his skin, likes to feel the way your pussy clenches around him, sometimes he’ll deliberately go slower just to prolong the moment. He’ll whisper against your ear, planting light kisses against your earlobe, being extra careful when he’s biting at your neck. “Doing so well, baby”. “Mmm, keep making that face”. “Y’like that? ‘Boutta moan my ear off”.

J is for Jack off:

He’s never been one for jacking off, especially ducking somewhere just to get himself off, but he’s impatient. Doesn’t really like to wait. Finds it torture to be looking the way you look, smelling the way you smell, watching you walk away from him and not even giving him a glance.

He likes it better when you touch him. It just feels better, you’re gentler and slower. He’d been missing the hell outta you that weekend, trying to occupy himself and keep his mind off of the fact that you wasn’t there with him. But he’d already had his hand around his dick, jerking fast and rough, fucking up into his fist with muffled groans and with an extra long string of “fuck fuck fuck”.

K is for Kink:

When he’s actually worked up, he loves that freaky shit. He’d never put a hand on you to harm you, can’t even fathom that thought, doesn’t like the thought of hurting you. But he loves spanking you.

Of course, he’s apologizing over and over, kissing on your ass after he’s finished, massaging the tender flesh if he’s smacked it too hard.

Face fucking: Elias loves seeing you on your knees, loves seeing you on your back scooted towards the edge just enough to let your head dangle back so he can slip his dick into your mouth. Likes the feel of your lips around him, likes the way those tears will prickle down your face and that tight feeling whenever he’d thrust down into your throat.

Loud sex: He loves when you’re loud. He’s always loved listening to you, liked how whiny you’d get when you were cumming, liked how you’d gasp and squirm when he kept thrusting into you even after you’ve cum.

Spitting: He’s huge with spitting. Likes spitting into your mouth before making out with you, likes when you spit into his mouth when you’re riding him, and especially likes spitting against your pussy just to see how wet you’d get.

Exhibitionism: He’s all for groping your ass under the table when you’re out, running his hands awfully too close to your hips in public. Likes pinning you against a wall in a dimly lit alleyway, likes kissing all up on you when the two of you are in the bathroom.

L is for Location:

Wherever you want, you’ll get it.

You guys have done it almost everywhere. Almost. Done it in the back room of a juke joint with his hand resting on the back of your head to keep your hair from getting all messy as he fucked you up against the wall. Done it against your gramma’s kitchen counter, being extra careful with each thrust because Lord knows how damn creaky those floorboards are.

But he loved doing it in the car, parked it somewhere off the road but just close enough to see the stars, even when all his attention was put on kissing you slow and gentle. Liked how it felt like the car was guiding his strokes deeper and deeper into you. Liked how angelic you looked with the glow of the moonlight casting some soft light on you, just enough so he could see the way your lips parted and the furrow of your eyebrows.

M is for Motivation:

Confidence is key baby.

He’s big on smells and the way you hold yourself. Likes that floral perfume you use that lingers just enough when you walk by him. Likes when you’re all sweet on him, rubbing up on him, kissing his neck and whispering against his ear ‘bout how much you want him. He likes the little back and forth you two do, that little sharp tongue teasing. Likes that little challenge and the way you claim up and down that he can’t handle you. “Come on now, ma, I know what this pussy likes better than you do.”

N is for No:

If there’s no verbal agreement, he’s not doing it.

It’s as easy as that. He’s big on respecting your boundaries, big on making sure he’s got your yes on things. Doesn’t like ignoring your boundaries, or making you feel uncomfortable in any way. He hates disrespecting you in any way, even if it wasn’t intentional, doesn’t like objectifying you or making you feel like he’s putting you down. And he especially doesn’t like prioritizing himself over you in bed, always makes sure you’re the one cumming first and that he’s doing whatever he can to make you feel good.

O is for Oral:

He always always prefers giving than receiving.

He’s gentle with it. Kissing your inner thighs, kissing you through your panties, rubbing at the sides of your thighs to coax you to spread your legs apart just a little more. Kissing everywhere, against the slit, top to bottom, bottom to top. He’s got all his attention on your clit, sucking, kissing, and running the tip of his tongue against it in slow circles. Keeping his eyes glued to your face, drinking in those gasps and whimpers as he’s running his hands along your thighs and belly. He’d be talking you through it, taking his time, adjusting his tongue solely based on your reactions. “Taste so good”, “Look at how pretty she is”.

P is for Pace:

He prefers slow, and sensual over fast and rough sex. Thinks it’s more intimate and romantic that way.

Prefers the time between you two to be drawn out, taking his sweet time to really savor it and to savor the feel of your body. Takes his time during foreplay, not only cause it gives him more time to hold and kiss you, but also because he likes getting you all worked up.

Prefers a soft, steady touch over quick and aggressive. Likes guiding your hands down to the print in his pants, likes keeping an eye on you when he’s busy rubbing the tension of your muscles.

Q is for Quickie:

He’s not big on quickies, but he’s not against it. He likes some variety or something to break the routine, plus they give him the opportunity to be a little rough and a little impatient.

He’s particularly into quickies when he’s feeling extra frisky and you’re looking extra good.

He’d be the first to say something after an argument, because Lord knows if he’s not, you’d stay quiet for weeks. He wasn’t even sure what he even did that time, but he was already all on you, grabbing at your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he rested his head against your shoulder. He’s quick to talk all kinds of nasty, especially right before a quickie. Talking up and down about how he’ll be nice, make sure to hold you right and promise to make up for it if he was too rough for you. “C’mon now baby, I’m sorry,” “Lemme make it up to you.” Before you know it, he'd have you pressed up against a wall, his pants undone, one hand gripping your hip as the other held the side of your neck. “I’ll be real nice to her this time, fuck this pretty pussy ‘til she’s leaking.”

He'd fuck you hard and fast, making sure your face wouldn’t get too close to the wall. Said he didn’t want to dirty you up even as he was fucking you up against it.

R is for Risk:

Elias isn’t too much of a risk taker, sure he’d do a little public stuff with you at night and if he was absolutely certain you two were alone, but he also doesn’t want to feel like a sore thumb and have eyes on him.

He’d talk to you first, ask you how you’d feel about exploring. Granted he probably should’ve used a different word cause not even two minutes later you was freaking out thinking he was talking about exploring relationships with other people. But he meant something more restraining.

He was awkward as hell that night. Tried tying you up but set his tie too loose around your wrists, and then made them a little too tight. He got it right the third time, made sure to be careful when he was fucking you, but you seemed to enjoy yourself, so he started exploring a little more.

Got better at the whole restraint thing, knew where to start, where to stop, knew what was good for you specifically, cause he could get off on the sight of you alone.

S is for Stamina:

He prioritizes quality over quantity. Doesn’t really focus too much on a high number of orgasms, but he’s more than happy with it. He’s more focused on making sure you’ve got that blurry vision-toe curling kinda orgasm.

You’re looking at 2-3 rounds with enough time to get your breathing calmed down and for him to check in on you. He’ll always make sure you’re cumming once or twice before he’s actually fucking you, whether it’s from his fingers, his tongue, or from you riding his thigh.

He won’t go over 5, never has. He’s never needed to.

On average, you’re looking at a good 25 minute session, sometimes the first rounds will be a little shorter, just so he can focus on the aspect of rebuilding your arousal.

He would not and does not prioritize endurance over your pleasure. He wants to make sure you’re satisfied every round, because the goal is to have you squirting enough to soak his dick and slide right in again.

T is for Toys:

Now he says he ain’t too big on toys, but he’s definitely all for them. He likes toys that specifically give him all the control, and he swears it’s cause he likes the way you look when you get annoyed at him for teasing you, but you’re pretty sure he only likes it cause he likes to see you beg.

He’s only particularly fond of items or toys that subtly force some kind of power dynamic there. Toys with dual sided tips or vibrations aren’t really something he’d be into, but he wouldn’t mind trying it out if you’d ask. Wand vibrators and restraints are his favorites to use. Likes using them to make sure he’s the one with the power, to watch the way you’d squirm under the vibrator and try to reach out to him when you were tied up.

U is for Unfair:

He fucking loves to tease you, teases you constantly, even public, just as a way to keep you engaged. For him, teasing is his way of flirting, of getting under your skin before you get under him. He always uses humor, and witty flirting on you, sure he’ll get handsy here and there, but the flirting is more for him. Helps him gauge your limits and see how far he can go.

He'd start slow, barely touching you, telling you all the things he’d planned to do to you once you're both good and worked up. He'd take his sweet time undressing you, savoring every inch of skin he reveals, placing soft, teasing kisses along your collarbone and down your neck. Tracing little circles against your collarbones, but never enough pressure to actually feel the heat of his tongue. He'd play with your tits, grabbing and kissing and biting just hard enough to feel the hardness of your nipples against his palm.

He’d be in between your legs, gently nudging himself closer to you, letting you feel the tent in his pants, but not giving either of you the satisfaction of actually fucking you. He'd slip a hand between your legs, his fingers dancing along your slick folds, teasing your clit with light, maddening circles, only to pull away when you're about to climax just so he can get his way. He'd apologize for not letting you cum, though you doubted that he’d actually cared, nudging the tip of his finger against your entrance to catch the slick there. “I know, I know, I’m sorry mama, but feel how wet you are,” he’d finally slip his finger into you, kissing the base of your temple but not moving his finger any more. He just let himself soak in the warmth of you. “Shh, it’s alright, go ahead and beg, I won’t tease you anymore.”

‘Course he was lying, probably tease you for another ten minutes before actually finger fucking you, but he praised you real good for being so patient.

V is for Volume:

He’s a groaner. He’s got no problem expressing how good you feel and how tight you are. He’s not overly vocal, but he makes sure all his noises of pleasure are directly against your ear. Likes it that way.

When he’s deep in you, he’s grunting and groaning against your ear. He isn’t focused too much on how loud or quiet he’s being, he’s already focused on the sounds you’re making. Depending on how close he is to cumming would be how vocal he actually is. When he’s slipping his dick in you, he’d be sucking in sharp breaths, mumbling a little “mmm fuck”.

When he’s getting closer to his climax, he’s sloppy. Breathing heavily, biting down on his bottom lip to try to hear your moans clearly. His breath growing shorter and more frequent, letting out quick pants. He’d tease you a little, make fun of your moaning like he ain’t spend the past twenty minutes groaning at how tight you are. “If only you could—mm fuck—listen to you, sounding like a kitten in heat.” “Taking this dick so good, jus’ listen to yourself baby.”

W is for Wild card:

He runs really hot, he’d wake up sweating cause he’s too damn hot. Would need the window cracked open a peek, or stripped of his clothes just so he wouldn’t overheat late at night. You run cold. Gotta sleep deep under the covers, even if you keep the room cold, and then complain ‘bout it being too cold in the morning.

It was a ritual since the two of you got together. He’d keep you warm enough to not be hidden under the blankets, and you’d keep him cool enough to not go bare every time he was getting ready for bed. Though you didn’t mind him going shirtless to bed, gave you a better chance for some skin on skin, and to soak in his warmth quicker. For Elias, it helped him sleep easier, kept him asleep on nights where it was difficult to fall asleep.

X is for X-ray:

Elias isn’t as built as his brother is. He’s got some muscles to him, though he’s a little more on the lean side. Whenever it’s brought up, he’s not really offended by it. Truths the truth, right?

He’s broad where he needs to be. Has muscles where it matters. Tan and thick skin from his time away. Smooth, and taut in the way that screamed soldier. He had a pretty dick, tip’s a pretty warm brown, got a vein on the underside that gets more prominent when he’s hard. He’s packing a thick uncut six, eight when he’s hard, curving a little to the right. He’s a shower.

Y is for Yearning:

Elias. Is. A. Yearner. He may not want to admit it, but his actions are very clear to how he is. He yearns for any contact, doesn’t have to be intimate, could just be something as simple as you looking over at him or rubbing his shoulder. He lives for that.

He seems to constantly crave your touch, your taste, the feeling of your body. Its the same type of craving that a drunk man gets for something real sweet. His desire for you isn’t just something that’s physical, it’s beyond that. He needs that connection, the vulnerability, and the intimacy that happens from making love with the person. It’s this intense, feeling that underscores some powerful drive in him. His yearning is the kind of feeling that is always there but gets more intense when you’re with someone. Like butterflies in your stomach, but he’d never admit to that. But it shows.

Z is for Zzz:

He’ll do this thing where he rolls over onto his side to regain his breath, and closes his eyes like he’s actually fallen asleep, but never does. He can’t, he physically has to check in on you, he won’t allow himself to fall asleep before you.

He likes kissing, and caressing you after, likes that emotional connection of coming down from the high. He doesn’t like talking much, but he’ll do it if you want to, he’ll just let you talk for however long you want, looking at you the entire time.

He’ll keep an arm around your waist, gently pushing your hair out of your face and participating in a conversation with you once you’ve had your share in talking. He’ll clean you up if things were overly messy, and most times they are. He’d never fall asleep first, and even once you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll wait an extra thirty minutes to make sure you’re deep asleep before falling asleep too.

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 49 final !

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → Chapter fourty nine ; wc 9.8k

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index .....

"Who's at the door this time?" Jungkook questions as he glances at the clock that reads 9 o'clock; the doorbell never rings past 5 pm, so it takes the man by surprise. "It's Hoseok! He's finally free from all the work you'd been throwing on his back." This makes Jungkook roll his eyes; obviously, you're going to side with your 'best friend', but truly, Hoseok's been doing an impeccable job; he deserves more work on his hands when he can handle it so well.

True though, as a CEO he'd been tiring his workers too much but he's glad that its all over how, the big project has finally sailed and its just in time for celebration with Misoo turning 5 months! "look at your mommy, she's all decked up for her best friend!" he speaks to her in his baby language as he adjusts the straps of her little dress.

"It's time for Misoo to meet Hobi uncle!!! come on, soo!" Jungkook pouted when you carry her in your arms, making her wave at him. "maybe you should carefully place your ego on the desk, hopefully then you'll come downstairs...mmm?" you say sarcastically, you love teasing him with Hoseok, Jungkook always seems to get infuriated at that.

Although it's all for fun, there's no harm, it's such a funny game to play...though sometimes you might want to drop it off and not...make things too bad, but you both know your limits, so it's all cool. "Jokes apart, Jungkook, come down? Please?" you ask genuinely, and he sighs.

"I will, I will. It's just...so weird in this setting..you get me right?" "I know..I know he's just your employee, but come on now, you're a big boy, you'll handle it." You murmur while caressing Misoo's hair. "Take your time," you whisper before walking out of the room.

You frown when you see another man seated beside Hoseok, You walk down the stairs with Misoo wrapped in your arms, confused about who the unknown man is. his hair colored in an orange tangerine shade, he sits still though his head moves around, scanning the place until his eyes meet yours.

"Hi Hobi." you murmur, making the man swiftly move to look at you. "y/n!!" he squeaks and get on his feet, his beaming smile reaches his eyes as he excitedly watches the little one who looks at him with round innocent eyes, she oversees him...Hoseok extends his arms in attempt to carry the baby but she doesn't move, she's still 5 months and has no idea how to jump into arms yet so she looks at the cheery man whose eyes shine in joy like he's never seen a baby before.

"Come to Hobi!!! Hobi uncle!!!" he mutters. Surely the baby is surprised at how energetic this guy in front of her is. You make eye contact with the orange-headed man and smile; he smiles back, too, though it's short-lived, and he's soon back to having a very straight face.

He speaks no word, waiting till you three have your moment before he...possibly ruins it. But he's not here to do any harm or fight, all he wants is peace and acceptance from his younger brother, who now has a lovely family. "y/n, she's so cute! i cant believe how much she looks like Mr Jeon, it's insane.

"Hoseok tries to make her laugh by making funny faces, he puts out his tongue, his hands on his ears, wiggling his fingers and he succeeds...any one would, Hoseok is great at making people smile and laugh. "i know you wanna carry her, here.."he tightens his lips, trying to tell you that he's scared.

"You'll be fine! She's a big girl now. He wipes his hands on his jacket before opening his arms to carry the little one, who sits just fine! "There, she likes you!" you say when Misoo looks up at him and smiles. "Oh my god, hello Misoo baby! ayyyy!!!!" he screams whenever she smiles, then he laughs loudly, filling the house with joyful sounds.

When Hoseok walks around the hall, talking to Misoo, you turn to the man seated quietly. "Hello, I'm y/n, did you want to meet Jungkook?" he gets on his feet and nods. "It seems like Jungkook hasn't mentioned who I am," he chuckles.

You can tell he's stoic, concealing his sadness with his masking smile and rapid blinking. You can't seem to figure out who he is, but he feels...so close, someone you know, even though you've never met him before. "May I know your name?" you ask. "You're beautiful.." he whispers, but that's not what you wanna hear from him, you're appreciative of his compliment, but that's not what you asked.

He doesn't make eye contact...like ever and its unusual because you want people to look at you when they speak, feels like he's hiding something but you cant tell. "yes?" you say and he heaves a sigh before he speaks. "Yoongi." it hit you like a truck then. Is this man Yoongi? The one who left abandoned Jungkook when he needed him the most.

You froze when he said his name, he could tell that you knew him just by the way your eyes began blinking rapidly, as if you were trying to process his name, connecting him to the past that Jungkook had told you. Why is he here? Why is he back after..god knows how many years? "I-i know what you're thinking, but things have changed-" "Does Jungkook know that you're here?" you ask, and he gets quiet.

You exhale a deep breath, your eyes search Hoseok, who gives you a reassuring nod. he knows you were worried for the little one, but she's safe in her uncle's arms. You look back at Yoongi, who looks restless, he knows he doesn't belong here, but he doesn't want to leave that chapter incomplete, he wants to...make things alright, if only Jungkook gives him one last chance.

"I'm no one to ask but...Jungkook is everything to me and he's finally healing..I just-" you stutter. "I just want to don't want him to "y/n?" The volume of his voice is loud as he calls your name out as he stands by the stairs. You tilt your head to look at him, and you already see the tension in his face.

The way his eyebrows pull together and the clenching of his jaw prove the depth of his anger, surprise, maybe. Of course, he never expected him to be here. The bunch of text messages and calls ended long ago, so why is he here without any notice? Jungkook walks down the stairs, each step he takes echoes through the house, even with all the furniture and curtains absorbing the sounds.

Yoongi doesn't move, he doesn't swallow the saliva that builds up either, because he's not afraid like he was, he knows his motive, and he's fulfilling them with clear intentions. Jungkook stands beside you. he glances at your face, and you look at him with pleading eyes, to take this easy because you see the frustration building in his eyes.

He nods, accepting the signals you telepathically send to him. You move, but you stay in the zone. Whatever happens, you're gonna be here. "Listen, Ju-" "why are you here? you didn't have to come to my house when you could've done it in the office- heck, didn't we finish it already?!" you were taken back by his words, surprise crosses your face.

'They'd met before?' "kook i thought we made peace-" "we did, its exactly why i don't understand why you're here! and- why did you come to one of my employees-" Jungkook mutters when he sees Hoseok peering intently even though he knows this doesn't concern him. "its not his fault, i- i asked him to bring me here." Yoongi says as he takes a deep breath before looking up at the younger one.

"it's not peace unless you actually...make peace and this-" he moves his finger gesturing him and Jungkook. "this isn't peace, especially not with your sour face of seeing me here-" "i-i just don't understand- " "everything is so fucking clear kook!" the tone of Yoongi's voice rises as he speaks now, clearly done with Jungkook's attitude.

He gets closer to the younger one, making your heart race. "You are pushing me away, and I know! I know I hurt you, but I miss you so much and il do anything you be your brother again!" he presses his index finger on Jungkook's chest as he says every word with all his heart.

Jungkook exhales deeply, he knows he's pushing Yoongi now and it had nothing to do with their past, he's a better person now, he's handled himself and....he truly wants to be Yoongi's brother too. "you promise me you wont fucking leave me! no matter what!" Jungkook mutters, the veins on his neck bulge as he hisses through his teeth. a warning that this is the last time, and if this promise is broken, it's over.

His hands grip Yoongi's collar as he looks into his eyes, waiting for an answer. both of them stare into each other's souls, meeting with their younger selves as they glare. "i fucking wont! god, dammit!" Yoongi pushes Jungkook hard with his hands, almost stumbling him, before he pulls him into the tightest hug he could ever give.

Jungkook breaks down, then the tears flow through his cheeks, falling on the black shirt Yoongi wears. The sight of two brothers reuniting has to be the most emotional yet the most beautiful moment to witness with one's eyes. You couldn't have been happier for both of them!

Jungkook has spent all his life wanting a family, and when the one he found left him, ran away from him...it broke his heart into several pieces that to date he hasn't found all of them yet. the pieces of his heart. But after he found you, got his child, he'd mended many bits, glued them, and sealed them.

But somehow you can never fix a broken mirror, the little fragments will always be missed even if you fix the big shards, but today...he might've found them, the mirror will most definitely not look the same again with its cracked pieces but...at least he can now see his face in one frame. The grasp Yoongi has on Jungkook is so tight.

Jungkook had always envisioned a scene like this, when his loved ones finally come together, but in his wildest dreams, he never thought they would hug him like there's no tomorrow. He'd always imagined a scenario where he hugs them with all his heart, but... seems like Yoongi missed him...so...so much. And it feels good, it feels..complete.

The orange-headed man chuckles as he pulls away and holds the younger ones' hands. It's quiet, there's comfort in this silence. until you pull your nose, then the two of them turn to look at you. Jungkook walks to you and hugs you sideways, his palm clutches your shoulder as he places a kiss on your head. "Yoongi hyung.."The sound of that name allows the older to heave a sigh of relief and accomplishment.

He'd been dying to hear that for a long...long time. "This is  y/n... she's-" Jungkook glances at you with a smile. "She's your everything, you've told me," he completes it, and you chuckle, making Jungkook embarrassed. "Yeah... oh-wait." Hoseok stands awkwardly with Misoo in his arms as he watches the scene. Jungkook gestures for him to come, and he does. "Mr. Je-" "just j=Jungkook," he says and smiles.

"Misoo is good with you." "oh definitely, she's a lovely little girl!!" he says as he places a kiss on her temple and she looks up at him with wide eyes. "may i have her-" "don't ask!" Jungkook takes his little girl into his arms and walks towards Yoongi while Hoseok on the other hand stays beside you, giving your shoulder a nudge. "meet my daughter, Misoo..." Yoongi watches the baby...she's beautiful he thinks.

He can't believe his younger brother is now a father to this princess but there's no doubt that she's his. "she looks just like you!" he whispers as he caresses her head and smiles his gummy smile. "she's the prettiest child i've ever seen." Jungkook giggles at that. "have her!" Yoongi shakes his head, afraid of carrying the tiny soul but Jungkook insists so he carefully takes her.

His arms freeze, and chills run down his spine. He's never held a baby since he's had the fear of dropping them, she's fragile but not too much since she's quite big, almost half her time to reach one. She peeks innocently at Yoongi and smiles at him when he shows his. filling his heart with love. "Oh, she's such an angel!"

:

Time flies, but the time didn't just fly; it gave you so many memories to cherish. You bonded much well with your parents, it seems like your father had knocked some sense into your mother, which you are very thankful of, however you may...have distance yourself from her a bit, which Jungkook hated but you had to explain it to him that you can't always be nice when she's literally on a mission to make you both quarrel, and about what?? Marriage? That isn't even a part of your discussions yet; your baby is too little to focus on anything else.

Jungkook can't keep his hands off you recently, and it's testing you. you both have no that any sex since...the day of his birthday and that's because Jungkook wants to give you a break but that does not mean you two don't do shit, lord no.. things are as messy as always, sometimes messier than sex but its amazing, its still fire and keeps the flame burning.

Until...today.. Misoo had turned 7 months, and by now, you've trained her for bottle feeding and rusks too. which she has without any fuss, she is not...the biggest fan of mashed fruits, but that's okay! It takes time, and thank god!!! Your parents have settled into your apartment for a bit.

Jungkook insisted that they stay over at his place, but they said they'll stay at the apartment for the time being and sell all the furniture off so they can give it for rent or rather sell it since you don't need it anymore. which again Jungkook told him he could do it all in a few hours, but they insisted on doing it themselves. Your mother may... be a little difficult with you, but with Misoo, she's everything else.

She's a lovely grandma, and for that, you can't disagree; she loves her little jellybean or whatever she calls Misoo. Jungkook has been losing his mind lately, and he can't tell this to you because you've been busy shifting Misoo to her nursery and he just wants to forget you both have a baby for a while and take his time to appreciate you and so..he decided to let Misoo spend a night with her grandparents.

They were over the moon to have the little one and...you would love some alone time with your man too, so you agreed. Both of you agreed just for one night because you both can't stay long without your baby too. "have fun my bunny!!!" Jungkook places a kiss on Misoo's cheek as he waves at her and your parents.

"Dad please call us for anything okay!" you say for the 100th time of the day, concerned cause its the first time you'll be away from your bunny wunny. "of course darling, we heard you. now shoo away and let jellybean have her sleepover with us!" he laughs while your mom talks to Misoo.

"Say bye papa and mommy!!!" she attempts to make Misoo wave at you two which she does not but she giggles when her grandma tickles her. "go kids, have fun!" with that you two walk down to his car. there's silence between you two as you both sigh. "god i miss her already." you say, "fuck...me too." he says as you both lean on your seats.

"But...we cant be late." Jungkook says and you frown. "late for?" he smiles as he drives back home. "i want you to dress up, backless? strapless? short length? Knee length? whatever the fuck you wanna, i want you to dress up for me- no heck. for yourself! Okay?" he says, and you blink twice. "Ooookayyy..." you say nervously and chuckle as you both enjoy the music while he drives back home.

You walk upstairs, straight to your closet to choose a dress. You don't know what you wanna wear, but something about Jungkook's description gave out that this surprise might not be some fancy dinner but something casual and fun so when you browse by your closet, your eyes fall right on the burgundy dress that's got a lace look to it, covering up your arms and stopping below the knee with a high lace neck, you knew this was the one.

So you freshen up and slip into the dress, putting on a smoky makeup look while Jungkook takes a shower. He walks out, wearing a white tank top with a leather jacket and wide denim, you almost wanna pass out. he looks different, he's not the CEO Jeon.

Right now, he looks like a playboy who would walk in your direction, pass a wink, and gesture for you to meet him upstairs. He's dressed up for a club, and you see it. Jungkook's eyes fall on your back...that's open and stops a little over your ass. You're leaning over your vanity as you put on some lip gloss, and what a sight. Jungkook walks towards you, stopping right behind your body, he positions his hips right at your bent ass.

He looks down at it, the sight of your curve which is so much juicier than it ever used to be, right in front of his dick. its a sight to treasure. "what the fuck are you doing jeon?" "fuck you look so hot like this- i cant move, cant take my eyes off you-" he says as a grunt leaves his lips as his palms caresses the curve of your ass, your dress so short, all he wants to do is slip his hand right in.

"Can't fuck, we've got to go." "baby, let's make it quic-" "no Jungkook! lets go!!!" you pull him downstairs even though you so badly wanna fuck him, bend yourself on the couch and let him take over. but you cant, you're not gonna ruin his surprise, despite the fact that him ruining you sounds more tempting than anything else right now.

You were right, this is casual and fun. It's the club. But a much better one, fancier even, unlike the other clubs you've been to, this one's more sophisticated, a lot of the men wore fine clothing, and the women too. Jungkook's hand stays at your back as he walks in beside you, his eyes don't leave you, the backless is distracting him and even if he tries to look around the club, enjoy the view since he's got the opportunity to, he can't.

He fucking can't. 

"what would you like sir and ma'am?" the bartender asks as he walks towards you both. "ill have a pinot noir." you say. "campari." he mumbles at which you raise your eyebrow with a smirk. That was the wine you had when you first met him, that strong, bitter, citrusy flavour which you hated.

Although it tasted fantastic when you flavoured the drink with your tongue. You both grab your drinks and walk to the couch. He specifically chose the one at the corner just so you both could have some space, but also be closer to the dance floor. You lean against his chest as he places his hand on your stomach.

You both sit together, hands all over each other. Occasionally, he would place a kiss on your head and lips and smile at your sight. You take a sip of your red wine, you squint a bit at first, totally forgetting the taste of the grapes, since it's been over a year since you last had wine. He looks at you and chuckles.

"You drink expensive wine," he says, which makes you turn your head away from the people. "I don't actually, but since my friend at that time paid for this. I liked the berry flavour in this. I would never buy this back then with my own money," you laughed. Jungkook looked closely at you, his eyes softened as you tasted the earthiness of the liquid.

"You can have all you want now, baby, just...not too much." You nod. Of course, you're not gonna get crazy drunk, you're a responsible mom now, but you've been given the night to loosen up, so you're gonna take it. You're glad that you've pumped enough milk for Misoo, so she's gonna be okay for the night. Both of you enjoy the silence, sipping on each other's choices of wine.

Jungkook's quite fast at downing his drinks; he'd had around 3 glasses already, and it surprises you because you're still on your first. He had stopped drinking, too. Some weekends, he would have a shot, but he's much better than he ever used to be. Maybe he missed the feeling of liquor, or it could be the place.

Jungkook wouldn't tell, but he just wants to control himself around you. All he can think of is having on his hips and to stop himself from getting hard and focusing on those thoughts, he downs his drinks as fast as he can.  Jungkook glances at you from time to time, he can't believe he's at the club with his woman.

Now he doesn't have to leave with a random stranger anymore, he's gonna leave this club with his girl. Jungkook's intrigued, though, when he notices you looking at the men and women around. His eyes are on you all the time, they move when yours do, so he knows exactly who you're looking at.

He observes how others look at you, the men nod at you as they pass by, some give you a wink, and some smirk. Jungkook can't say anything, of course, you're hot, and anyone would want you. he understands how them, men must be feeling when they see you all touchy with another man when they want you for themselves but fuck off losers, Jungkook thinks.

He's got you all for himself, no sharing. but he's got crazy ideas and the more he thinks about it the more exciting he becomes. he truly wants to just play around but he also wants to know your reaction so he might as well give it a try. "baby.." he calls you as he rubs your stomach in up and down motions. "mmm?" you hum while your eyes are still at the bar. "you wanna dance?" "Of course I do-" " come on then"

he pulls you up from the table, after he downs his last glass. "wait up!" you soon drink the rest of your wine before rushing after him. Jungkook dances to the song immediately, he signals you to dance along and you laugh. you've totally forgotten how to dance anymore, especially at the club. it's been ages you last moved your hips to a sensual song. "come on." 

he holds your palms and moves his hips, pushing you towards his chest as your back bumps to him. you giggle at how excited he is. his eyes look down at your ass and it turns him on already. it's worse when you rock your hips in circles. "fuck..." he whines as he tries to ignore it and dance with you. "come on, why did you slow down?!!" you ask, you're doing this intentionally anyway. you're grinding on his hips on purpose, you want him to feel your body. 

it excites you how he holds your hips and tries to move you an inch away. he chuckles as he places a kiss on your ear. "nothing baby." he whispers, making you smirk. his voice is so whiny. he trembles at your moves, your neck is too inviting and he can't seem to stand still. you notice him getting slower as time passes and it's confusing because the songs are just getting better and loud. he gives his all to stop thinking from his dick and think form his mind but he can't. not when you both have barely had any sex for a while, it's been ages he last saw you in a fucking dress that barely covers you at all. "come on, pass the lady over. give us a chance." 

a man speaks through the music, he's drunk as hell but he's tired of the lady he'd been dancing with all night. he wants to have a chance with everyone here and the only one left is you. Jungkook frowns and holds you by the waist possessively, pushing you closer to him. "she's mine." he mutters, his teeth grinding with each word. "yeah yeah, she's everyone's. pass her over, let's take turns." the drunk man speaks, making Jungkook's veins bulge. he puffs his chest out and lifts his chin. "she's not a fucking toy! she's my girlfriend, fuck off!!" 

he pushes the guy away and moves to the corner. you caress his arms and calm him down. "hey, hey relax. he was drunk." "son of a bitch," he cusses as he breathes with his hands resting on his hip. you giggle and kiss his ear. "she's mine huh." you repeat his words and it makes his eyes roll. fuck why does he feel kinda embarrassed? "stop." he murmurs, you use this opportunity to kiss his jaw while your hands slowly work down his pants, he gasps when he feels your touch. 

you're a tease. 

he tries to stop you but you don't so Jungkook's hand grips your arm as he's taking you the corner of the building where people barely are.

"Jungk-" "i can't do this! you're a fucking tease." he mutters, his voice hoarse as the alcohol and anger had taken his honey voice away. You tried to hide your smile; but you can't. somehow his jealousy was too hot to handle. you had to tease him, just a little bit. his hands stay on your arms; he doesn't hold you tight, his grip is light, his consciousness is still awake, and he would never hurt you.

"but i want to dance..." "the fuck you want to-" Jungkook attacks your lips with his, pushing you against the wall as he makes out with you.

He'd forgotten that you applied maroon lip gloss on, its gonna bleed around your mouth, ruining the beautiful lip liner along with it but he didn't care, he's gonna clean you up, no one will know that your glossed lips were ruined, everyone will look at the clean gloss he'd given you on your natural rosy lips.

Jungkook can't keep himself still; he needs you so much. much more after how possessive he'd gotten from the whole dance he'd had. thank fuck for the noisy music, cause the sounds you two make right now are so lewd. It's dirty, loud, and sloppy. The moans you make that he tries to swallow, though he lets out his grunts.

The two of you fight for dominance while the drool slides down each of your mouths. It's messy, raw yet so so good. Jungkook's hands reach down between your thighs, he feels the heat just by touching your cold thighs. You push your leg up, telling him to touch you, opening up for him, and he does. His hands crawl into your insides. realising you have nothing but a thong on. this surprises him, it leaves his legs wobbly, he can't fucking stand no more.

"F-fuck" he curses under his breath as he continues to kiss you. neither of you can leave each others mouths, its like oxygen to you two, you need him and he needs you. "for me? just for me?" he whispers as his fingers reach your heat, there was barley anything covering you up and it excited him too much, his fingers slipped right in, letting a loud moan leave your lips.

"So wet..." he whispers as he plays shapes inside you. "we need...to leave." you mumble and he nods. pulling his fingers off you, which you hiss at, missing the feeling of wrapping up. Jungkook placed a couple of bills on the bar, he barely bothered to count.

Definitely, there was much more than he had to pay, but he didn't care, right now the only motive is to reach home as fast as he can...he does not want to waste any more time. Jungkook had an idea of all this, which was why he didn't drive tonight. sitting at the back seat of a cab was far more difficult, he couldn't do shit because the driver mentioned "no kissing or sex in my backseat" right when he saw you two at the street as he pulled up. You both giggled at this. you two looked fucked out.

The drive was a tease. you two couldn't do shit when you're so so close, it was funny too especially when the guy keeps looking at the rear mirror so you two don't do some sneaky shit and ruin his just polished seats.

Jungkook and you rushed into the house, he didn't even make it to the room you both shared, he'd already begun at the entrance. he just...could not keep his hands to himself when you look like this. and to be fair you cant too, not when he dressed up like a young boy who smokes at the clubs and fucks every girl he sees.

Something about Jungkook's speed makes things hotter, he isn't slow like he usually is, he's fast and needy, which only makes you want him more. you both feel like you're reliving that night, the lust and desire in the air are suffocating and if you both don't fuck right now, you just know you're gonna die.

"Fuck.. I need you like right fucking now-" you speak in between kisses, his lips make their way to your jaw and neck but dammit it's a high neck and your bare skin is beneath the lace. "yeah?" he murmurs and you nod, eyes rolling at how his teeth nips at your skin. "now Jungkook, fucking now."

He smirks when he feels your hands clenching the collar of his jacket. he holds your palm and rushes up the stairs, not wasting any more time. he pushes you against the wall, his foot closing the door even though their no one at home and you both can do all the shit you want without any worry.

His fingers tremble as he attempts to find where the zip or buttons are, he hastily runs his fingers on your bare back, his lips don't leave yours. "where the fuck- is the zip-" he grunts, he can't wait anymore, he feels the temper, he's irritated by your stupid zip. You push him away, both of you getting some air.

Finally. "It's a button, Jungkook!" you mutter, removing that one little button behind your neck; nothing else holds this dress, just the little transparent circle. He groans, feeling foolish, which makes you chuckle. One flick and the whole dress just...falls off your chest. Jungkook is left...dumb. He was completely speechless.

Your breasts are free, they don't have a single piece of shit on them, around them or whatever. you had fucking nothing under that dress?! Jungkook's eyes don't blink, he can't. not when...not when you're divine, a ...muse. he always knew you were beautiful but fuck...this sight is...too much for him.

How much can a man take?? You push the dress down your thighs and wosh..they pile around your ankle. leaving you completely...naked. You smirk, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You can see that he...stunned, and that just takes your ego to a whole other level. Jungkook can. not physically move.

He can't blink his eyes, nor can he close his lips. In this moment, in this tension, when a woman looks like this. what can a poor man do? "are you gonna do anything about this?" you whisper, battering your eyes, trying to look all innocent when your mind is filled with nothing but sins. "fuck yes." he jumps on you, pressing his lips harder than ever, his palms cup your face hard, his grip is tight.

He does not want to leave you for a second. He's hungry for you, it's been months since you both indulged in sex, fingering and hand  jobs were too boring at some point even though they helped, you both are so horny right now that you don't know what to do, where to start and how to. You both need everything, anything, and...it feels like the night isn't enough.

Jungkook goes down your neck and leaves a couple of bruises down there. He remembers how that dimpled guy almost left a mark, and it frustrates him. "no drunk man is getting this- no man ever except me" he mutters while you moan at the nip of his teeth. He wishes to mark your whole neck and fill this empty canvas with his paintings, but he knows he can't, he can't fill it up, he can only draw a few.

"Then do it yourself," you reply, and he smirks. his tongue rolls at your sweet spot, teeth sucking on them while you hold onto him and push him down for more. Jungkook grabs your thighs and picks you up as he continues to suckle you. he places you carefully on the bed and immediately removes his clothes, throwing them away to just.. get naked as fast as possible.

You place your elbows and watch him, he's hard. like fucking hard already. he doesn't give you time to admire him, he's already hovering over you and kissing your chest, tasting the milk that only belongs to you. he moans at it, has never felt this way before. His hands reach down to push inside of you, preparing you for the stretch. he's not waiting any longer, he needs to be inside of you right now.

"Fuck- your so wet baby," "Please.. please I want you-" "I know I know.. I just-" he grunts as he pushes his head between your chest. "I just need to stretch y-" "Just put it in! I can take it!!" you insist, and ...he can't take it anymore, he wants to be in you too! So he places himself right into you, and in seconds, he slips I, causing you both to let out loud moans.

His head falls on your shoulder while your hands scratch his back. Though it's been a little over 5 months since you both had sex, it feels like an eternity, and it feels mind-blowing. he was always good at sex, but right now, after a long wait, it was nothing like you'd imagined it to be. Jungkook feels like he's in heaven right now.

He thrusts slowly and steadily, taking in the tightness. You tap on his arm to go faster, and he does. The room is filled with lustful sounds and music to hear. Jungkook does all he can, giving you hickeys, making out with you, and feeling your breasts. He's into this! and has never been more energetic before. "fuck baby-" Jungkook cries when you clench around him, you're so good at this, it makes him crazy.

"I'm so close-" you whisper, you feel your second orgasm on its way. "I'm gonna cum-" he grunts, his thrust getting sloppy and much faster. "me too-" you whimper. your palms wrap around his hair, pulling it with each thrust. "im- fucking-" he pulls out in seconds, letting it drip on your chest.

He gets off you, rushing to grab a towel, but you make your way to the washroom to shower. "I stink!" you scream and jump inside the cubicle, turning on the hot water. Yeahh? So I stink?" "I mean...." you chuckle, which makes him giggle, joining you inside. he helps you ash your back, so do you.

You jump on the bed after he cleans the sheets, and the soft bedding instantly soothes you. You melt into the bed and wait for him to join you. "Jungkook, what's taking you ages?" you mutter, he walks out of the washroom and hands you a pill. "take this." you look at it and raise your eyebrow. "thanks." you swallow it with the glass of water that sits n your bedside.

"Well... I have a question," you say, as he prepares his pillow to sit beside you. he opens his arms and invites you to be closer. You press your back to his chest as he drapes his arm around your stomach and places a kiss on your bare shoulder. Jungkook draws circles on your stomach, caressing it from time to time. "Now ask me anything?" he says. "What if... I drank the pill that night and... I never got pregnant?" you ask him while your fingers play with his.

He stills for a second when you ask him that, and you feel his hand grip you tighter momentarily but you don't say anything about it. "i... don't know." he whispers. he genuinely has no idea what would've happened. It's crazy... the butterfly effect. Jungkook's life has changed so much, and that's all.

Just one night. one! If you'd taken the pill, then there wouldn't have been any reason for him to have you, and if he didn't have you, he wouldn't have found family, love, and happiness. He's... thankful that you didn't take any pills, and glad that the condom tore. "I can never imagine what life would be like if I didn't have you.

I'd probably just die alone," you chuckled. "I can't imagine either...." The silence after that is comforting. You both enjoy each other's company, and with everything you've been through together, through the chaos and laughs, somehow you managed to stick together and be in love.

You both reflect on the past in the quiet, dark room. The cold air sends chills down your spine, which he notices. he pulls up the blanket to cover you up and hugs you tighter, trapping you in his warmth. he places a kiss on your head with a smile. "I love you," he whispers. "I love you more, babe." "I hope Bunny's okay." Jungkook says, as he picks up the phone to call your father, but he gasps at the time, which reads 2 am.

"She's okay, I'm sure. I miss her...." you mumble with a pout, it's the first time you've been away from your little one. "Me too, we'll pick her up right after breakfast," he says, and you nod.You both speak about what needs to be done this week, and eventually, you both fall asleep in each other's arms, after a little silly make out session, of course.

:

The morning is a rush, Jungkook had forgotten that he had a meeting at 11 am, and you both had been busy with your parents and Misoo. She's been showing her new tricks, how she can now slowly roll over, and how she can play with her spit, it's too cute and always is a successful trick to make everyone laugh.

Jungkook panicked when he got a phone call from his secretary. he had to leave soon, and the issue was that your parents had their flight too and were just done with their arrangement to leave for the airport. Jungkook didn't have the heart to leave Misoo and you by the doorstep, so he decided to take you both with him.

You were hesitant about it, but he told you not to worry. "Everyone knows who you are, there's nothing to hide anymore. I'm sure the staff will be happy to see Misoo and you," he mumbles as he makes a U-turn to the office.

You sighed, hoping they actually would be happy and not bitter that a mere employee like you had the chance with the CEO and is now a mother to his child. Surely the female workers were not happy with your presence anyway. Jungkook could see your uneasiness and how you kept looking back at the car seat to make sure Misoo was okay, which she was, you were just restless.

He placed a hand on your thigh and gave you a little rub before he nodded, reassuring you. As you both walk inside, immediately, the people around you can see you. You feel very...very anxious as you keep walking beside Jungkook, the staff knows you, you were the new graphic designer who stole the extraordinary Mr. Position, which he held due to his envy.

It has been months since you last saw this place, and it reminds you of all the silly taunts and bitter arguments you had with Jungkook. He sees you holding onto Misoo tightly, clearly, you're nervous, and he understands. The rumors were bad, and now that the truth is out, it's much more uncomfortable to be around the people who recognize you.

So he reaches his hand out for you, holding yours with all his heart, as he takes the elevator. "calm down darling, no one hates you here." you exhale a deep breath. "you don't know that Jungkook, I was just an employee back then, who had zero chances with you and there were so many staff members who wanted you!

And I'm here, back as your girlfriend and a mother to your child? That's just infuriating for the women who wanted y-" he places a kiss on your lips, shutting you up. "shhhh. everything alright. Who cares about them anyway?" You roll your eyes, and you stand in front of him now, wiping the peach lip gloss off his lips.

"Don't do this here, you're gonna walk into a meeting with gloss." "And?" he places another kiss, this time, testing your patience. "Jungkook, stop!" You wipe the gloss again, surely you've got nothing on your lips anymore. Right when your fingers wipe the edges of his mouth, he very confidently decides to take your finger into his mouth, but then the elevator door opens, and his secretary gasps.

"I'm sorry-" You push Jungkook away, walking out the door while he chuckles. The woman can't process what she just saw, there was no way you! were doing this with him when all that she ever dreamt of was having CEO Jeon under his spell.

"Fuck!" she stomps as she walks inside, unable to think how you got him when she thinks she's way sexier than you ever were. But inside, she's jealous, jealous because she knows that her revealing white shirt can't seduce Jeon; you never wear anything revealing, but you have everything in you that a man needs.

You didn't even try. Jeon was under your spell the very first day his eyes met yours. "I fucking hate you!!" you whisper under your breath, "Ah ah, no cussing when my bunny is here." he reminds you. "I'm not dressed in an office-appropriate outfit!" "What? A tight shirt and baggy jeans look good.

Damn good at an office wanna bend you over my d-" "Sir Jeon!" Hoseok calls out. His eyes widen when he sees you, his face bursts into color, and his white teeth beam when he smiles. "y/n!!" he gasps. "Good timing, Mr Jung, take Y/n with you, I'm sure you all would like to have her here." "Oh!!! Rose is gonna pass out when she sees the little one and you." You giggle and nod.

You look at Jungkook and smile as he gives you a recurring nod. "all the best." he giggles and caresses your face. "have fun, but don't be too loud!!" he murmurs as you leave. "how come?" Hoseok asks and you laugh. "he forgoes he had a meeting and was like, come with me. didn't want to drop me by the doorstep." Hoseok smiles and thinks Jungkook is a good man, you deserve a man like him.

"hows she, aww she just gets cuter every time I see her," he pouts when he sees Misoo sucking on her teet, looking at him with her doe eyes. "let's surprise them." he puts a finger on his mouth and walks inside slowly. "guys... are you busy?" "We are, we are." Rose replies with a sigh.

"Then look up your stupid screens..." "Surprise!!!" Hosoek and you scream, making the entire room gasp. "y/n!!!!!" Rose squeaks as she runs to you. She can't control the large smile, and she feels her cheeks hurt when she sees the little girl in your arms.

"Oh my god!!! y/n???" You nod and laugh. "She's my baby.." She pouts and feels tears in the corners of her eyes. "She's so beautiful, oh my god." The other staff members, who were good colleagues with you, walked up to you. They are all in awe when they see your daughter.

The crowd is getting bigger, and so is the laughter and baby voices. everyone surrounds you, asking you question after question. of them want to take Misoo in their arms, but Hoseok denies it and makes up a lie that she's afraid to be carried by a stranger when in fact Misoo is always ready for a walk.

You appreciate Hoseok's attempts at keeping Misoo safe; it's not that you don't trust the people, but you know Misoo is safer when she's in her mother's arms. You promise to let Rose have a little walk with Misoo, though she's your friend, unlike the other colleagues.

You have a great time with the people around, they are kind and very accepting too, unlike the few ladies who gave you eye rolls as they continued to type on their desktops. You know they aren't happy to see you here. Misoo enjoys company, she loves the attention, and she couldn't stop giggling when her colleagues made silly faces.

Misoo was a very outgoing child already. "Mr. Jeon's daughter looks so much like him, isn't it crazy?" "It is! She's got these eyes!!!" they speak, making you smile. "You look gorgeous after pregnancy, y/n!" "Yeah, look at her glow." The compliments you received made you blush, too; it was not what you were expecting today.

After some time, you're left with Rose and Hoseok, who talk about how all this happened. how? How did Jungkook and you even happen? You didn't tell them because it was too personal, and they understood, but they were really over the moon. Misooo was interacting well with Rose, and she was enjoying every bit of her time.You didn't notice a man walking towards you until he cleared his throat.

Park Jimin.

His eyes look around the room, nervously. You raise your eyebrows at him and smile. "Hi park." he tips his head up, acknowledging your hi instead of saying it back. He looks down and sees Misoo looking up at him. he can't look at this child, she too... too cute for him. She's got a little coconut tree in the center of her head because she barely has any hair.

Her teeny weeny tree has a pink bow clip while her hair is beautifully combed on the sides. She wears a bunny jumpsuit and socks with Peter Rabbit and a carrot. She has to be the cutest child Jimin's ever seen, especially since Korea has very few children around.

"still mad at me even though you got the position you desired?" you ask and he shakes his head. "not mad, just...got an ego." you smirk. "wanna let go of that ego and say hi to Misoo?" he thinks about it and...he can't put up with his egoistic image when he's a sucker for kids, he tries to be the main character around here but.. inside he's a softie and it's choking him when he sees miso looking up at him.

He pulls up a chair and sits in front of Misoo, rose moves aside, giving him more space. He smiles...for the very first time you see him genuinely smile. His smile was beautiful, and you wished he would smile more often.

His smile made you smile. Hii! Boo-boo! Hi baby Misoo!" he speaks in his angelic voice. Jimin doesn't have to use a high-pitched voice when his few words have already brought a huge smile to the baby girl's face. His eyes disappear when he smiles widely, taking Misoo's hands in his as he plays with her. Misoo giggles when he tickles her softly.

"you've got some nice tickles in your tummy, don't you?" Misoo smiles more when Jimin speaks to her with expressive actions and emotions. "damn insane how much she looks like Mr Jeon, there's no need of DNA test." you chuckle.

"DNA test? why would he need that?" you ask. "not him but the world, this office hates you way more than I do and it hurts me when I'm supposed to be your no 1 hater." he whispers, rolling his eyes before smiling back at Misoo, pouting his already duck lips. "doesn't matter to me, CEO Jeon is wrapped in my fingers not theirs." you murmur, making rose, Hoseok and Jimin laugh.

"she's so precious, isn't she?" Hoseok asks. "she is!!!" Rose cries, she can't take her eyes off you both. "the more I look at her, I see your resemblance." you deadpan at Jimin's words. "no shit Jimin, she's my daughter too." "I know, I know, but she just...a copy of her father, I see very little of you." You four laugh at his words.

The conversation drags as time passes, and now you are at the office cafe, sipping some coffee. "Here is your cheese and onion croissant," Hoseok mumbles, passing you the brown paper bag as he sits beside you. You giggle at the look of it. "You remember." "How could I ever forget?" he says. "Even though we barely spent a week, it was fun, wasn't it?" he nods while munching, thinking about it.

"It was, I miss it," he says, making your pout. "I'm happy, though, that we're friends... You are a good friend," he mutters, and it clenches your heart. "I do want to confess something, though," he whispers, his eyes don't meet yours, and somehow the suspense kills you. "Yeah?" you ask, your eyes glancing at Misoo and Jimin for a second before looking back at Hoseok.

He looks nervous, fidgeting with the paper bag as he tries to find his words. "Go on.." you say, feeling anxious too now. "I...liked you," he whispers, and it makes you pause. You couldn't grasp what he just said, and it...made you laugh. "No way." his cheeks flushed with the red of embarrassment.

"Okay, I'm done." he tries to push you away when you keep bugging him. Both of you laugh at his unexpected confession. "Hobi, you did not!!!!" "I did now forget it. I just wanted to get rid of it from my chest." "Get rid of what?" Jungkook asks as he walks closer to you and pulls a chair beside you. You look at him and smile.

Jungkook glances at Hoseok and you, raising his eyebrows in question. Hoseok shakes his head, warning you to shut up, but you don't. You can't. "So... Hobi..." you begin. "y/n, no." he attempts to keep you quiet. Jungkook nods, waiting for you to continue. "he liked me." "Oh my god, no!" Hoseok almost screams and soon quietens down when he realizes the employees are around.

He feels his toes curling in the intense shame. Jungkook sighs and cracks his neck. "and you think I didn't know?" you frown at that. Hoseok gulps too. "what?" "Wasn't it obvious?" he asks, and you blink fast, was it? "I'm...getting out of here." Hoseok tries to run away but you stop him. "wait..how? was it obvious?" Jungkook laughs.

"the way he looked at you, called you names, handmade pastries for you, took you baby shopping, texted you every single day... it was all there." he lists and it makes sense now. The man you both are talking about is dreading his life right now, he wants to choke on his croissant.

"it doesn't matter, I was mad but not anymore because...I know you love me." Jungkook very intentionally says. "y/n, Misoo wants you, I guess." Jimin carefully places Misoo on your lap as she cuddles around your neck. He smiles and greets Jungkook. "il leave now, it was nice meeting Misoo and you, y/n." he murmurs, making you smile. 'you to Jimin." you turn back to Jungkook and Hoseok.

They're surprised by the words Jimin exchanged with you. "What?" "That's...not Jimin," Hoseok says. Jungkook nods in agreement. "That's something else." "Don't be rude! Misoo just...changed him." "Yeah, we see that." "You both are fucking rude!!" You all laugh quietly as Misoo sleeps peacefully in your arms, worn out from a day full of love and attention.

:

Everything feels right now. There's no more tension between anyone, even between you and Jimin, which still feels surreal, but you both found a way to make peace. Jungkook and Yoongi are back to being like brothers, and you and Hoseok are enjoying life as the best of friends.

Misoo loves spending time with her uncles, too. It feels like you, Jungkook, and Misoo have formed a little family, built on love, trust, and respect. Through all the ups and downs, you and Jungkook have stuck together, and Misoo is growing up in a home full of love and happiness.

A healthy home that Jungkook and you strive to protect and mend, so she gets the best of the best, which you both lacked. The three of you complete one another perfectly.

And just like that, what began as a one-night stand finds its beautiful ending .... right here.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Piercing

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You get your ears pierced

"I'm sorry, princesse," Pernille sympathises as you sniffle.

You're both in the back seat of the car, you sitting in her her lap as you whine a little.

Your tears have petered off now so you're just left with little tracks down your cheeks and a big pout as you look up at her.

"But they're so pretty now."

Admittedly, Pernille did feel a little bad.

She should have just had them done when you were still little and couldn't understand these things but she'd felt bad about it.

It's always been in the plans to get them done when you were still young but Pernille couldn't bring herself to do it while you still didn't understand.

You were older now, barely, but she didn't want you to get too old where you would overthink and go back and forth for ages.

Which led to the situation now, as you sit on her lap in the car with freshly pierced ears and a lollipop for your good behaviour in the piercing chair.

You sniffle again, wiping your nose on Pernille's shirt before shoving your lolly straight back into your mouth to suck on.

"Hurted," You say between sucks.

"They still hurt?"

You shake your head. "Hurted."

"They hurt when you got them done?"

You nod.

"I'm sorry, princesse," Pernille says again," But you go to choose the special new earrings you got and you got you lolly. Isn't that nice?"

You nod again, huffing a little as you wipe the remaining tears off your cheeks using Pernille's shirt.

"Where's Morsa?"

"She'll be here soon. She's just finishing with the groceries."

Your mothers had split off today.

Magda was at the supermarket, buying the groceries (and hopefully a new toy) for the week while Pernille did the smaller jobs like getting a few packages, getting your ears pierced and buying Magda's new set of earphones.

You and Pernille had finished first of course which is why she could spend so much time soothing you in the car park while Magda, out of the corner of her eye, could be seen pushing the shopping cart towards the car.

"You won't believe how packed it is in there," Magda says as she slips into the driving seat after putting the shopping into the car boot," Why is everyone doing their shopping on a Sunday?"

"Why are we doing our shopping on a Sunday?" Pernille teases as Magda adjusts the rear view mirror to look right at her.

"That's not the point. I..." Magda's words come to a halt as her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "Why are you in the back? Why has Princesse got a sweetie?"

"Was good," You mumble.

"Good? What, like generically good? I thought we weren't giving her sweets. Pernille, you said it would ruin her teeth."

"Momma didn't give," You say and Magda frowns.

"What do you mean- Pernille! What are those things in her ears?!"

Pernille sighs, expertly manoeuvring you from her lap into your car seat, pulling on your straps until you're secure before pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead.

"Earrings."

Pernille climbs over the centre console to the passenger seat in the front.

"But...What?!"

"Magda we talked about this last night. You agreed that it was time."

"We did not talk about it!"

"We did."

You frown a little, the pain in your ears forgotten as your eyes pingpong between Magda and Pernille.

"I'd think I'd remember."

"You literally came in from the bathroom and I told you that I was thinking about getting her ears pierced today."

"You were talking to Tired Magda! I can't be held responsible for Tired Magda's choices!"

"Magda," Pernille says fondly," We've discussed this before. When she was born. You weren't against it then."

Magda's hands tighten on the steering wheel. "I'm not against it," She says after a long, measured pause," I just...Princesse? Are you feeling okay? How are your ears?"

You show her your lollipop. "Got a lolly," You say," Ears okay."

"They don't hurt?"

You think about that for a moment before shaking your head. "No ouchies anymore."

"Are you sure?"

You huff. "Would know if they hurt, Morsa."

Pernille laughs in the front seat. "Yeah, Magda, she's know if they hurt."

Magda rolls her eyes. "Okay. It's about ten minutes until we're home. I'll have a little check of your ears when we get in. Did they give you an information pack, Pernille? If her ears are pierced then I want to make sure we're taking care of them properly."

"I've got everything ready for you," Pernille says, leaning across to press a soft kiss to Magda's cheek," I love how protective you get."

Magda grins, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat at the praise. "Of course."

"Even if it's something as silly as her ear piercings."

[kupidachillea]

Hello! Could you do hcs of Telemachus?? Thankyouu

Telemachus x Reader Hcs (Romantic)

Author note: Thank you so much for requesting, this was honestly a big help to snap me out off my writers block 🙏

TW: None. This is fluff.

🕯️ - Having Telemachus as a partner was not something you out right expected, but it wasn’t something you were opposed to. After all, you should be happy that the Prince of Ithaca had chosen you of all people to be his lover.

🏵️- Even so, it still came as a surprise to you. Especially when he came up to you with a sheepish, yet charming look on his face asking if you were free to come walk with him. How could you say no? But that’s the thing,.you didn’t.

🕯️- It happened late in the afternoon..the Greek sun high in the sky as you stood in front of your home sweeping dust away to make the place looks somewhat presentable and out of nowhere he showed up. Looking as awkward as a young teenaged boy asking his crush to prom.

🏵️- Introducing himself and asking for your name which you happily gave him before he told you why he was here. He looked a little nervous at first but when you agreed to his offer he couldn’t have been happier. And that’s just about how your meeting went with the young prince and from that day forward, he’d come by whenever you were free and asked to go for a walk.

🕯️-And for the first few months you enjoyed his company. You’d often find yourself over at the palace watching him train or listening to him ramble about his future plans.

🏵️-If you’re the type to ramble as well, he’ll gladly be quiet and listen to you rant on about anything and everything. And even if you don’t, he still loves to listen to you. Your voice being a source of comfort. 🕯️-He’ll often confide in you about how he misses his father and how he hopes that he comes home soon..

🏵️- It’s been years! And of course you haven’t seen the king too- you were both nothing but babies at the times most of the men and Odysseus were called into war.

🕯️- Of course you’d comfort the prince, telling that it’d be okay and that his father would come sooner than later, which Telemachus appreciated.

🏵️-Soon enough though, Telemachus found himself staring to fall for you and he wasted no time in showing up at your home and asking if it would be alright for him to court you.

🕯️-The look of surprise on your face made him worried at first, thinking you’d say no to him. But you didn’t- you actually said yes.

🏵️- And he couldn’t have been happier, of course he immediately took you into his arms and spun you around, nuzzling his face into your neck before putting you down and taking your hand to go and spend time with you.

🕯️- His love language is acts of service and physical touch. He loves to just hold your hand or do things for you, anything at all. You need help cleaning? He’s over at your house immediately. You want someone to come with you to the market? He’ll be your personal chaperone.

🏵️- He’s not much of a cook but he tries he’s best, often asking his mother, Penelope or some servants for advice on how to improve.

🕯️- Telemachus just can’t wait for the day his dad comes home, wanting to introduce you to him and hopefully getting his approval.

🏵️- And when you finally do meet the king himself, he accepts you with open arms. Even if he was a bit apprehensive at first, but anything for his son.

🕯️- Telemachus isn’t too possessive, but he is protective to an extent. Like his father with the suitors, he’s willing to swing a sword if he has to, he can’t stand the idea of someone trying to, or rather attempt at wooing you.

🏵️- He loves to call you his ‘Little sparrow..’, to him, it just fits. Of course he’ll call you the usual nicknames, like ‘my love’ , ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’.. but his main one it sweet song bird nicknames.

🕯️- He’s definitely the type of man to fuss over you if you get injured. Making sure you’re alright first, asking what caused it then ranting about how you need to be more careful, even just a little. After he patches you up he gives you a kiss before pulling you into his arms.

🏵️- Finally, Telemachus is the type of man to value those sweet little moments you both have. When you finally share a bed, he treasures the small moments before you go to sleep..rubbing your back softly and cooing or early in the morning..10 minutes before you both decide to get up.. whispering sweet nothings to you and massaging your arm lightly..peppering your cheeks with kisses.

Eeeeee! This was fun to right other than my usual boys. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy this. I’m sorry it’s a bit shorter Tyana I wanted, I tried my best- but if I get more Telemachus requests I’ll improve on the hcs and probably X readers too.💕

[fluffy0mallows]

JINX FEST!!!

DAY 3: Prompt Mix

•Oblivious X thought they were dating

•"Right in front of my salad?"

•Late night cooking

Modern AU!!!!

Warnings: Curse words. Shameless flirting (Jinx), A bit of threatening. Fluffy fluff fluff. Hints of smut (just hints, I'm not writing shit)

As per @jinxificada 's request. THIS IS BIRTHDAY THEMED!!!

BIRTHDAY MISHAPS

Vi is fucking sick of this.

"Come on, say 'ahh' "

Following Jinx's request, you opened your mouth, welcoming the spoonful of kiwis she was trying to feed you. It was like this every morning. But unlike every other mornings, Vi was stuck to watch the scene before her unfold

Mostly, she'd be out in the mornings, busying herself in the gym, leaving Caitlyn to tire herself out just staring at you and Jinx. But unfortunately for her, she twisted her ankle in a fight last night, leaving her to stay home and watch you dote on each other like lovers

"Right in front of my salad?"

Ignoring the girl's complaint, Jinx only gently fed you another spoonful, even giving you a big fat kiss on the cheek, leaving you giggling like an idiot. She was always the physically affectionate type, even to her friends. At least that's what you thought

"Will you two stop it?!....Let me enjoy my salad IN PEACE"

"Geez Vi. Did good ol' Kiramman reject your advancement last night?"

Only harshly biting her lip, Vi aggressively chomped on the food on her plate, forcing into her mouth spoon by spoon, until it was empty enough for her to stand up and do the dishes

Yes, she'd much rather go do the dishes, than stick with both your asses. You, who noticed her grumpy state, merely snickered, and gave Jinx a kiss on her cheek as well

"Why, aren't you so sweet to me today?"

"Only cuz' you look extra cute today"

You can hear Vi groaning from the distance, followed by the sound of metal clanking together. You suspect she might've hit her head with a pan, but whatever

"I have somewhere to go. You won't miss me too much, won't ya, sugarbug?"

Scoffing, you only took the bowl of kiwis from her hands, along with the soon, and you gestured for her to get going

"Independent much?. Yeah, that's my girl. Take your dirty clothes back to your house, my washing machine is broken"

"Must be because of all the adjustments you did to the poor thing...."

Standing up from her seat, Jinx gave you a final kiss on the forehead, petting your hair gently. And then she was out the door, probably to go wreak some havoc. Or so you thought

"So....You and Jinx, huh?"

"Hm?....Oh no, we're nothing like that"

Scoffing, Vi proceeded to scrub the plage clean, muttering words to herself. Jinx wasn't out to wreak havoc, she was going to the store, to buy.......certain items for you

And Vi, was forced to fake an ankle injury, to stay home and make sure you had no idea. It was your birthday after all. And much to her misfortune, Jinx tasked her of 'guarding' you to make sure you wouldn't accidentally find out about her fabulous mission

Standing up from your seat, you went over and handed the bowl to Vi, laughing at her displeased face that you're making her wash the dishes in your house. After laughing in her face, literally, you went back to your room to rest up

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Frantically spamming the car horn, Jinx began yelling curses at the truck driver who was stupidly blocking the damned pathway

"I swear to every hexgate. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T MOVE THAT TRUCK!"

Grunting in frustration, she slammed her feet on the pedals, and drove quicker than the speed limit. She had to buy those gifts on time, or else the entire surprise would be busted

Jinx had planned a very big surprise, one that would (hopefully) make you blow you mind. She's confident enough (she's not) to pull it off.

The plan was simple. Get you stuck in her house, with Vi taking guard, while Caitlyn and her goons set up your house from the celebration, and Jinx was in charge of course, with the gifts. Caitlyn insisted she handled the food, and since you have taken a liking to rich people dietary, she had reluctantly agreed, for your sake

Jayce and Viktor were coming back in town to join in, after their Science exhibition competition. While Sevika babysits Isha for the time being

The moment you come home, and switch on the lights, everyone was going to yell surprise, and well surprise you. And after mingling with the others, Jinx will take you to a celebration, exclusively for the two of you

"Fucking finally"

Aggressively slamming the car door, Jinx speed walked to the store, already listing out all the things she needed to buy for you. It was a busy week, and although it's a shameful confession, she was unable to make time to prepare for your birthday.

Snacks for your date later, gift wrappers, a fucking candle because the one for your cake was snapped like twig when Maddie put it down. A few candies for Isha as peace offering since she plans on celebrating with only the two of you, Isha herself excluded

Spray paint, she has to decorate your date spot, paint in a can, because her studio ran out, after the art competition she joined a few days ago, and finally, a lollipop for a final touch. She loves them

"That would be 45.09 $, maam"

Handing the woman her card, Jinx bit her lip in anticipation, she watched the cashier, agonizingly swipe it with such slow speed, she nearly choked her. But then, her wild imagination was cut off, when the card she handed out declined. Oh. For. Fucks. Sake

"Oh, sorry, that must be my sister's. Haven't thrown it away yet since she died"

Giving the cashier Vi's card, Jinx backed up her lie by taking the card that was originally hers from the cashier's hands, and longingly stroked it with a sad sigh. The cashier, stupidly enough, bought the story, and swiped Vi's card.

By the love of luck, it worked, and Jinx was able to leave the store with all the necessities in hand. She mentally thanked Caitlyn for keeping that card loaded, even though she would never thank the Piltovan in person

Why did she have Vi's card you ask?. Well that is a story meant for another day

____

"You sure you aren't dating?"

"No, Vi, we're not"

"Cuz' I remember Jinx referring to you as her 'girfriend' "

"Must've been a mistake"

Smiling at Vi, the older woman couldn't help but feel annoyed that you couldn't get the fucking hint. Jinx thinks you're dating!, snap out of it!

The redhead would love to curse you out right now, but she didn't want Jinx to get upset and blame it on Caitlyn again. And bombed her house, again

She remembered there was even a time when Jinx threatened Caitlyn's life, along with her family's if she keeps on visiting Vi's house. Like the two weren't lovers

But because of your hold to Jinx, you easily convinced the girl that Vi is old enough to have people over, and that it's not right to dictate the flow of her older sister's life. Caitlyn was still suspicious to Jinx though, a major red flag

Suddenly, Vi's waki taki beeped, and Maddie's voice could be heard, thankfully you went upstairs to wash up, and didn't hear it. Yes they had waki takis, and yes it was all because of Jinx. Baby girl literally wanted this celebration to be perfect, she went all out just for you

"Vi, the house is ready, but Jinx isn't here yet"

"Must be the traffic. Don't worry, Y/n is taking her precious time, washing up and packing her dirty clothes"

"Copy"

And with that, a static rang, and the conversation was cut off. They sure are taking this surprise seriously. How Vi wishes she could help out, and not just guard you. Hey, she doesn't hate you, but she would love to watch Cait cook, hugging her from behind and everything

"Hey Vi, do you mind calling Jinx?, just wanna ask her something. My phone's dead"

"Sure"

Ringing up Jinx on the phone, Vi handed it to you, and after thanking her, you went back up to Jinx's bedroom. Drumming her fingers on her thigh, Vi thought back about the plan. Her duty, how she's supposed to make sure you wouldn't find out about the secret party, and everything

But wait.....

Wait....

What if Jinx answers and she thinks it's Vi, and then the whole plan gets busted?!

Rushing up the stairs, Vi slammed the door open, only to find you laughing in the call, while brushing your hair in the mirror. It seems Jinx caught up quick and realized it was you, thank goodness

"Yes, I found it......Alright, bye. Mhm. I'll give the phone back to Vi now"

Turning to the door, you were shocked when you saw Vi, standing there like a creep. Giving the phone back to Vi, she gave you a curt nod before closing the door, gently this time. It was a puzzle to Vi, how you did not hear her slam it open, but hey, saved her the trouble

"I'm done packing up, I gotta go now. See ya Vi"

In a surge of panic, Vi yelped, holding your wrist tightly between her fingers. She can't let you leave, that destroys the whole celebration. She has to keep you here until Jinx says so

"You........can't leave"

"Uhm why?. I already cleaned up, don't worry"

"No, uh. It's uhmm...Jinx told me she wanted you to uhm...To..."

"To what, Vi?"

"To...... replace the sheets...?"

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"Replace the sheets in her room....cuz you made a mess out of it"

Burning red, you stuttered out words, before rushing back upstairs to Jinx's bedroom. The fact that you immediately left without question, made Vi's face burn up as well. Jinx. Former Powder. Her baby sister....?

HER BABY SISTER ALREADY BANGED SOMEONE!!!

Now Vi doesn't know whether or not she should be proud. Jinx is an adult. And she can decide what she does. But it was weird to think that her baby sister is no longer innocent. How she misses the oh so ignorant baby Powder

She could hear you shuffling from Jinx's bedroom upstairs, and that made Vi panic. What if you finish way too early?, she's gonna have to think of something else to stall you.

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Jinx sped up, and drove to your house. Seeing as the Piltover sheriff's car is still parked outside, she can only assume they haven't finished yet. But as she opened the door, she could see Caitlyn admiring the place, with Maddie on her side.

"How's it goin'?"

Turning to face the blue haired girl, Caitlyn smiled and straightened her back. She always did have thus mannerism where she fixes up immediately when addressed

"Everything is ready. Here, I'll help you wrap those—"

"No. If you're finished, get out and assist Vi"

At her resistance, Caitlyn could only sigh. Gesturing for Maddie, the two left, leaving Jinx to frown at the too-neat arrangement they did.

Well good thing she brought paint right?. Time to jinxify this awful place

Bringing out the stuff she bought, Jinx smirked at cans of paint she brought out of her pockets. Yes she shoplifted, and don't act like you've never done it before. She did it to save money. Vi's money

"Ugh. Those Pilties seriously lack taste!"

And with that, the whole house was smeared in neon paint, glitter, and a few charms she made out of scrap. But don't worry, she made sure not to stain anything, she merely blotched paint on the ridiculous gold decor Caitlyn put up

Putting the waki tali close to her lips, Jinx couldn't help but smirk. It wasn't a cocky kind of smirk, it was excited, but nervous. This whole plan was making her nervous

"Get the guests in, we're done here"

________

"Uhm. Why exactly do we need to rush back to my house, Vi?"

"We're not rushing...uhh....My friends are gonna come over at Jinx's for a gamenight. Thought I'd bring you home first before they barge in"

"Oh, okay"

Adjusting your seatbelt, you watched Vi literally stutter the key into the keyhole to start the car. What was making her so nervous?

"Uhm....Are you okay?"

"Yeah!. Yeah, just....."

Finally fitting the key, Vi started the car, stepping on the gas with rush. Jinx was fucking mad, way too excited to wait for Vi. And the blue haired girl threatened that she will plant drugs in Caitlyn's manor and tip to the cops if they didn't get there quick

She wasn't scared of Jinx. She was scared of Caitlyn, and the fact that it has been months since the two blue heads last fought. Vi was relieved then, but now she had to give everything in her soul to keep that constant

"Stupid fucking traffic..."

After nearly half an hour of honking out her road rage, Vi was finally able to pull up by your garage. No cars on sight, to not raise suspicion that here were people in your home boutta scare the fuck out of you

"Go on inside. I'll carry your stuff"

Only giving her a puzzled side eye, you went to your door, opening it with the keys, and kicking your shoes off and setting them aside.

As you approached the light switch, you swore you heard shushing sounds, but you brushed it off, and reached for the switch instead. Flicking it up, you were surprised when a synchronous shout of 'Happy Birthday!' was heard. Along with the pop of the confetti bombs that rung in the air

"Oh fuck—!......You guys scared me!!"

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of a birthday cake being held by none other than Jinx herself. She was smiling ear to ear, almost more excited than you were

Everyone was here. Caitlyn, the Maddie bitch who bullied you in highschool but eventually reconciled with, Jayce and his beloved partner, Viktor. Claggor, Mylo, Silco who looked like he worked for 24 hours, Vander who had an arm hooked around Silco's shoulders. Isha, Sevika, Mel, Lest. Literally everyone

Isha walked up to you first, with a shy smile, and a messily wrapped purple gift in her small hands. Thanking the little sweetheart, you crouched down and kissed her forehead, to which she hugged you with a happy hum

Sevika gave you a nod with a small smile, you two learned to get along before she had with Jinx, and that really helped out their relationship a big lot. Mel greeted you elegantly, handing you a neat gift with golden wrapper. Silco weirdly enough told you he gave you his 'blessing', but you smiled and thanked him anyway despite not knowing what he meant

Vander told you the same thing too, even shaking your hand like a proud dad. Jayce and Viktor handed you a gift that was supposedly made by the two of them, specifically for you. Claggor gave you a stapled paper bag, and apologised that he couldn't wrap it properly since he didn't know how. But the thought enough was sweet

Mylo, much like Vander, weirdly told you he gives you his blessing, and handed you a circular brooch that held the words; Y/n Lane. It was their family surname, and that made you laugh

"Mylo, I'm not your sister!"

"You're my sister-in-law though"

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that"

"Nothing!, you should go to Jinx now. She looks pretty lonely"

Confused, your eyes searched for Jinx. And there she was, still holding the cake in her hands, with her eyes lingering on you. Giggling, you ran up to her, making her Yelp and hold the cake with one hand, while the other held your waist in a hug

"Woah!, easy there, bunny!. You're gonna smash your own cake!"

Giving her a shameless kiss on the cheek, you hugged her again. Jinx only smiled, placing her hand higher up, til it reached the back of your head, and stroked your hair. Everything went according to plan. Good

"Alright, Y/n. Let's blow out those candles!"

________

After eating together, the others left, but Vi and Isha slept in. It was midnight now, you and Jinx were comfortably situated in the kitchen, giggling like idiots while you tried to follow the instructions on a cookbook on how to make pizza

Jinx's face was covered in flour, and yours were covered in tomato sauce. After fooling around for a bit, you were now seated on the kitchen top, while Jinx leaned on the sink across from you.

"Should I open it now?"

"I mean, if you opened it tomorrow, it wouldn't have been a birthday gift anymore, right?"

Taking her point, you slowly unwrapped the gift that Isha had given you. It had too much tape on some sides, but none on the others. You suspected Sevika must've helped her wrap it, being the gentle one-handed aunt she was

Gasping, you were met with a framed drawing of Isha, you and Jinx holding hands. It was drawn with crayons, and it had details too. Grass, trees, butterflies, and oddly shaped flowers too. And above each drawing of a person, she wrote names.

Isha, Mom, and Mama

So cute. But it made you think, since she believed you were her mama, did that mean?. Nah, it can't be, Jinx clearly isn't interested in stuff like that. She was just flirty, and touchy, but that's it

"She thinks I'm her mama. And you too. We're her mom's now?"

Laughing it off, you were silenced when Jinx looked at you like you had said something absurd

"Aren't we?"

"What?"

"Aren't we technically her moms?"

"We'd have to be together, Jinx"

"But we are...."

Puzzled, you parted your lips to speak, but nothing came out. What does she mean? You were together?. Since when?

"Since when..?"

"What?"

"Jinx, we're not together.....You never asked me"

"But we hug, and kiss!, fuck, we even sleep on the same bed sometimes!"

"Yeah, but we don't say 'I love you', or kiss on the lips!...Besides you never asked me"

"I thought.... I though it was us"

"Well.....haha..uhm...that's awkward"

Scratching your neck awkwardly, you avoided eye contact with Jinx. She looked upset. You didn't mean to make her upset, it's just that she had never asked you

"I think...I think I should head to bed now"

"Wait!....Before that...I have something to show you"

Finally looking at her, you watched her walk stiffly to the door, before looking at you and beckoning for you to follow her. Deciding to screw it all, you did, and she opened her car door for you, straight on the front seat

Getting in herself, Jinx didn't say a word, she just drove. And after a few minutes of awkwardly pretending that you were interested in the window, she finally came to stop, and got out to open the door for you

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise"

Jinx held her hand out for you to hold, but what caught your attention the most was the tender smile laying on her lips. Like you hadn't technically just rejected her earlier.

Taking her hand in yours, you squeezed it, and got out, closing your eyes like she told you. You felt Jinx guide you, until your feet made shuffling noises on the floor like you were walking on plants. She also constantly changed you direction, like she was avoiding trees. Where on Earth were you two going?

"Alright, we're here. Keep your eyes closed until I say so, Kay?"

With her words, you felt her touch on you leave, and her footsteps faded in the distance, but it was still there.

"Alright, open up!"

Opening your eyes, you had barely made them adjust in the dark, before a lever was pulled and lights burned bright. That's where you saw it, the old amusement park where you had first met Jinx. Unfortunately it was closed off after a while, and was abandoned in the forest

But now here it was, whirring with life, like it did back then. Jinx walked back to you, and linked your arms together, smiling at the awestruck expression on your face.

"So... Which ride we going on first?"

After two hours of filing around the system of the park, you and Jinx took the best for last. The ferris wheel. It wasn't fancy, and it didn't have roives like the ones in the big parks. But it was high enough to reach the top of the trees

"Trust me, the sunrise is gonna look awesome"

Giggling along with her, you placed your head on her shoulder. She didn't even tense up, didn't even flinch away

"You know....We can be together. If you ask me"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Looking at the sun in the distance, you waited for Jinx to respond. But she was silent, like she was thinking about something, contemplating something

"If I ask you now, would you say yes?"

"Only if you ask me"

Humming, Jinx held up your chin, and tilted it to make you look at her. She was so close. If you leaned in now, you could kiss her

"Then....Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to"

P

Placing your lips on hers, you felt Jinx let out a satisfied sigh against your lips, before she pushed back, and deepened the kiss. You were expecting it to be brief, and shy. But Jinx is anything but shy, instead, she placed hand in the back of your head and pulled you closer, damn near burying her tongue in your throat

Your precious moment was then cut off, when Jinx's phone rang. Pulling away, she cursed and smiled at you apologetically, to which you told her that was okay. Answering the call, you held her hand while her other held the phone by her ear

"What, Vi?"

And loudly, you heard Vi yell at the call...

"YOU LEFT THE DAMN OVEN ON!"

Wassup everyone!, Mallow returns!!. Anyway, Happy Birthday @jinxificada , and I wanna thank you for this fest. THIS MADE MY MONTH I SWEAR. Hope you like it! I made it too cheesy for me to read, so I hope it turns out good!

Mallow out!!

[your-nanas-house]

Big Daddy Elvis

◇ Pairing: Big Daddy!Elvis Presley X girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: fat tummy worship, smut, handjob, insecure E, hairy body (?), established relationships, age gap (they are both off age), love, glimpse of silly Elvis

◇ Summary: Elvis wants to be intimate with his girlfriend since it's been forever since their last time.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

His blue eyes kept moving from a part of his body to another as he stood bare in front of the mirror of the huge bathroom. He used to weight less, be less shamed of his own body and even more active in the bedroom.

It wasn't like he didn't have any woman, damn... on contrary, he still had plenty of them swirling around him like moths attracted to the light of a lamp.... But he didn't loved himself like he should had.

"Honey? Is everything okay in there?" The voice of his latest flame broke his trail of thoughts, making his heart beat faster in slight panic and shame

"Y-y-yeah, Satnin'..." his low voice cracked as soon as he replied, making him curse under his breath while rushing to grab something to cover himself up.

A gentle knock and Y/n's muffled voice made itself hear from the wooden door again

"You don't sound okay, love. Can I come in?" She asked weakly not wanting to upset him or scare him for some unknown reason.

The young woman had sadly noticed Elvis' mood in the past days and she didn't want to add more stress on his shoulders, she loved him too much that even the thought hurt her.

"No, wait for daddy on the bed, little one" Elvis asked harsher than he intended, his shaky hands moving under the water of the sink in an attempt to calm himself and refresh his face.

It's been too long since he made love to Y/n, he honestly couldn't wait anymore... he needed to swallow his discomfort caused by his changing body and seduce her as only he could do.

It took him longer than expected to finally find the courage to walk out of the hotel bathroom and step in their bedroom, where the young woman was hopefully still waiting for him.

"There you are, E. You feeling allright?" Y/n asked softly not looking up, too busy fixing the food she got them and check if everything was there on the cart.

His careful steps and the soft noises caused by his robe dragging on the floor made her looked up bit worried since she received no answer from the older man.

His hair were wet, plastered on his forehead and bit messy since he probably ran his hand through it. He was trying to keep a poker face on but his beautiful eyes clearly showed the discomfort and sadness that he was feeling.

Y/n gifted him a small smile, pretending she couldn't read through him, as he started to breath heavier, his hands grabbing into something to keep them from shaking as his chest rose up and down. He couldn't back away now... not when she was all dolled up for him.

"Love that lil' dress on you, Satnin'... makes me feel things every time you put it on for me" he murmured lowly, his accent getting thicker just like she liked it; there was still insecurity behind his sweet blue eyes but it slowly faded away as soon as he saw her surprised and flattered reaction at his comment.

"Y-y-ya know.. I-I just need a glimpse at that pretty face of yours... and I'm already all fired up—" he continued, gathering enough confidence to step closer to her and brush his big hands on her arms so to slowly remove her robe.

His cold rings made her shiver just as much as his intense lustfull gaze; it all happened in such little time but the young woman's body was already reacting at him like usual.

His hands wandered all over her, resting one back up on the back of her neck so that he could tilt her head as he liked before moving to the next step.

"So y-you know how you always say that you like... love my belly?" He corrected himself, his voice coming out weaker than he intended and his grip got bit tighter as he squeezed softly her nape.... not daring to take a glimpse at his fat tummy.

Damn, he needed to distract himself or he wouldn't be able to act like he had planned.

A slight pull and his lips were now on her warm neck, leaving wet kisses on her vulnerable throat and feeling her heartbeat which boosted a bit his ego since it was increasing due to the arousal

"Remember... what you like to do when we lay together on our bed..?" Elvis whispered, brushing his nose against her ear to inhale her scent, which never missed to turn him on. Her locks tickled his face, making him smile softly as past memories of their after sex came back to his mind.

As his hands started to roam and rub her flesh, taking a hold of it to knead with passion and lust, he allowed her to slowly unzip his tracksuit and reveal his chest covered by thick dark blonde hair, lower his fat tummy was peppered with softer ones which got thicker right under his belly button and disappeared in the waistband of his pants.

"You like... to squeeze it, hm...?" His voice got lower and raspier, his heartbeat quickened and his skillful but shaky fingers removed carefully her last pieces of clothing so that she was bare in front of his towering form

"...And then you like to... kiss it, right..?" Elvis continued earning a lustful moan from the younger woman, who was getting worked up by the mere view of his naked torso plus his voice and light touch.

The King was not different, he was getting more and more riled up at the reactions of his girl.

Lust was slowly eating him up, making him almost act as an animal in heath if it wasn't for the warm feeling of affection caused by her love filled gaze.

"A-And then... y-you like to... gently bite it, right..?" The statement came out more as a whimper followed by a shaky breath, since her well groomed hands reached for his sensitive skin... playing teasingly with his chest hair while gradually moving lower

"All over" she purred with a sensual smile, her soft lipstick stained lips brushing against his warm skin, leaving open mouth kisses till down to his waistband.

As the young woman kept getting lower, Elvis couldn't hold back anymore the satisfied smile as he spoke back in a half-raspy, half-normal voice.

His finger twitched slightly at the strong need to just push her pretty face where he needed her the most, so that he could receive some well deserved friction

"Oh, yes... yes, all over... baby" he hummed, allowing a low groan to escape him when Y/n lowered carefully his sweatpants, letting them fall down his thick hairy thighs to his ankles, thus freeing its length.

Her soft huff right on his warm skin made him twitch, his half-hard cock swinged free now that it wasn't held by his pants anymore... since he didn't put any underwear.

Y/n was about to grumble something, since his dick nearly slapped her across the face when she took care of his pants, but she quickly stopped as soon as she heard Elvis' contagious and hearthy laugh.

A small smile appeared on her face and she looked up, biting her bottom lip due to the perfect view she had now on her kneeled position. The young woman was close enough to be able to see perfectly the roundness of her boyfriend’s tummy and his blue gorgeous eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

The mood from amused and playful quickly switched back to one filled with need and desperation to feel any kind of touch.

"You're so beautiful, love" Y/n whispered softly against his flesh, gently nibbling at his belly while her hands finally got to work, pumping a couple of times his cock before moving his foreskin and reveal his pinkish tip which was already leaking of pre-cum.

It didn't happen often that Elvis allowed her to worship him, expecially after the weight gain, so she didn't waste any time partially in fear for him to back away... or even shy away from her.

"So, so, so fucking sexy" she moaned out the loved filled praise, letting his big hand grab her nape again and press her eager mouth more into his fat while never stopping to work on his cock after spitting on her hand to use it as lube.

Her right hand started to rub his tip as her other hand worked his length from the base till she saw his body tense after some minutes.

His groans and praises got louder and his hips bucked forward to make her fist hit harder his base as she tightened her grip a bit around his lenght. His breath got quicker and he finally allowed himself to take a look at his girl, admiring with a soft blush on his cheeks how she shamelessly nearly made out with his belly while never stopping to pleasure him till he finally released.

It didn't stop there, though, her hands worked on his softening cock slowly as to not overstimulate him but to guide him through the orgasm and her mouth kept kissing, licking and worshiping his belly as if there wasn't a tomorrow, not really caring about the dripping seed and the messiness of the act.

[cowboybarzy]

can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)

save a horse, ride a cowboy – mb

wc: 1.9k

cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys 🤠

note: I knoooooow I’m supposed to be working on other things but at least I’m writing again!!! hopefully more coming soon!!! love you guys & thanks for the support 🫶🏼 reblogs & comments appreciated

“Alright, cowboy. I’m ready. Let’s go.” After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. You’d been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.

You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. “Finally,” he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. “Good?”

“Fuck,” was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.

“Now I’m ready.” You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.

“We gotta go,” you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.

“I don’t care,” Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.

“We’re gonna miss the opening show,” you tried again, but there wasn’t much care behind your words either.

“I’d much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.” A little gasp escaped you at his words. “And you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear – a black tshirt just wouldn’t do – strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.

You didn’t kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Mat’s calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.

“This ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.” He slapped your skin again. “And then this skirt, god.”

Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. “I’m aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.”

One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? We’re starting to gain a reputation.”

His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. “Yes,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Good girl.” And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesn’t waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. “This pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?”

You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. “Oh god,” you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.

Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. “So fucking right.” He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.

You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. “That what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?” His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Mat’s lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.

“You are delicious,” he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.

But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this you’d give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.

Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.

“Maty. Maty.” You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. “So good.”

His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.

Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.

You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.

You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch – a tell he was also close. “Come on, cowboy. Come in me.”

Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.

You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. “Fuck! We’re really gonna be late now.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Mat’s hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. “Let’s clean up.”

He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. “Hurry,” you whined. “I wanna see the cowboys.”

He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. “You’ve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.”

As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldn’t. And that’s what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.

[imtryingbuck]

Not a dream

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader.

Summary: she knew the Winter Soldier, only meeting again when she hears about Bucky’s pardon.

Word count: 7,479

Warnings: angst(?) murdering rapists. swearing. assaults. fluff. crying Bucky. past torture. suicidal thoughts. mentions of suicide. mentions of a sex ring (mentioned once.) mentions of rape (not Bucky or reader) 

Masterlist

“I’m innocent your honour.”

“You was caught with the murder weapon in your hands as well as being at the scene of the crime.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I found them like that?”

Y/n was sentenced to prison for twenty five years for murdering two men, she tried to justify her actions by telling the courts that she only killed them because they were rapists but apparently it was wrong of her to take the law into her own hands, who knew?

Little did they know that she had taken the life of just over sixty rapists.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

“So Y/n, when are you out of the shit hole?” Rogan asked as she sat at the table where Y/n was shuffling cards.

“Soon. Got twenty more years to go.”

“How long have you already done?”

“Five.” Looking around making sure no one heard her, she leaned further across the table to the woman. “Look RoRo first rule of prison is that you don’t ask people what they are in for or how long they are doing.”

“What really? I keep asking people.”

“It’s like pointing in cemetery, it’s disrespectful.”

“Oh… I didn’t know.”

“She’s fucking with you with.” Kandi laughed as she came over to the duo, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

“Not about the cemetery thing.” Pointing a card to Rogan. “Dis-respect-ful!”

Rogan had been in prison for six months, Y/n took the woman under her wing after seeing the poor girl getting harassed, everyone was quick to leave her alone. “Noted.”

“What about you? I’ve got three years left.” Kandi asked as she was pulling a card away from Y/n, just to wind her up.

“Hopefully next year.”

“NO!” Kandi laughed as Rogan jumped in her seat as Y/n screamed. “You two can’t leave me, I’ll be all alone in this big scary place!” She then throws herself onto the ground.

“L/n get off the ground!” A guard shouted, she does as she’s told and salutes the guy.

“Prick. Anyway I’m only joking, I can’t wait to see the back of you both.” Going back to shuffling her cards she looked up at Rogan. “You need to keep your head down and you might get an early release.”

They have a game of cards whilst Rogan and Kandi talked about their plans for when they get out. Kandi kicked Y/n’s leg and nodded in a direction, Rogan was confused but didn’t want to ask.

“RoRo.”

“Yeah?”

“Remember, always keep your head down.” Before the woman can answer Y/n stands up, fix her clothes and walks in the direction Kandi had nodded in.

Kandi quickly packs up the cards and shoves them into her pocket, swinging her legs over the bench. “When I tell you to get down, you do it.”

“Why? What’s happening.”

“Just watch our crazy little friend.”

Rogans eyes stay focused on Y/n as she makes her way across the yard and walks up to a woman that she knew had only arrived a few days before, with the distance between them she couldn’t hear what the two women were saying.

“Get… down.”

As the words come out of Kandi’s mouth Rogan watches as Y/n punches the woman in front of her, the two start fighting. Everyone begins to drop to the ground as the alarms started blearing, Rogan flinches when the guards start to shoot, not like Y/n stops her assaults on the woman - only stopping and throwing her hands up in the air when the other woman stops moving.

“We’ll she her in a month or two.” Kandi says quietly as the guards start rounding them all up.

Four months.

She was in solitary confinement for four months, Y/n was no stranger to the six by eight box, the warden had gotten fed up of her behaviour so he cut her yard time in half - only allowing her to have half an hour of fresh air a day.

Not like she cared.

The woman she had attacked played a role in the pain and suffering Y/n and many more had endured, she was a well respected agent who took great pleasure in hurting others especially Y/n. It was as if it was fate that the agent was being sent to the same prison as Y/n was in - not like she believed in things like that, but fate nonetheless.

“Y/n!” She only had that as a warning before Kandi jumped over the railing and landed on her. “Fuck I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too.” Y/n wheezed out. “But get your fat arse off me.”

“‘M not fat.”

“No but that arse of yours is.”

“Stop flirting with me, I’ll start thinking you’re in love with me.”

“We’re married…”

“Not anymore, I divorced you when you was in the hole. Sorry.”

“And there I thought you’d wait for me.” Finally standing up Y/n looked around, frowning when she couldn’t see Rogan. Asking Kandi where their friend was, she went from being happy to be back in the wing to angry.

“S-she was attacked two weeks ago, she’s in medical.”

“Who?”

“Y/n…”

“Who Kandi.”

“You’ve just gotten back.”

“I’m not going to ask again.”

Sighing and shaking her head Kandi said the name of the woman who had attacked their friend Y/n spun around in the direction of the woman’s cell. The alarms were quick to go off and the guards making their way in to the wing, an angry Y/n being dragged out.

“I’ll see you soon.” She shouted to Kandi, the latter just nods and makes her way back to her cell muttering idiot under her breath.

It’d be another four months since she’d see anyone again.

Y/n tiptoed her way over to where Kandi and Rogan was sitting at their bench, the other inmates raising their eyebrows as she puts her finger to her lips. They had all grown accustomed to her weird behaviour and how quickly she can go from laughing to beating someone up.

“Give me all your money!” She screamed behind the two friends, Rogan jumped whilst Kandi didn’t flinch.

Making her way to her seat she smiled at Rogan who happily returned the expression, she looked at Kandi and noticed she wasn’t looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

Kandi whispered into Rogans ear, Rogan then looked between her two friends nervously. “She said she’s not talking to you.”

“Why? Buttercup don’t be like this.”

“She said that you’ve been gone for a long time and things have changed.”

“Changed how? Nothings changed Kands, I promise I won’t go back in the hole.”

“You said that last time! And the time before that and the time before, oh and guess-“ Kandi snapped.

“I get it. I get it okay? I’m sorry alright. I just couldn’t let Anderson get away with hurting our RoRo.”

“I know but you promise all the time Y/n, you’ve been in the hole more times than anyone here and that’s saying something.”

“I like it, kinda feels like I’m home.”

“Don’t be such a dick Y/n, I’m being serious.”

“So am I!” It was her turn to snap, smoothing out her hair she apologised. “Look I’m really sorry Kandice, I swear to you I won’t do anything to get me into trouble- no I mean it honestly!”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And just like that everything was fine between the pair. Kandi and Rogan told her everything that had happened in the eight months she was in solitary, which surprisingly wasn’t a lot other than a couple of fights happening.

Y/n’s left eye twitched as she stood in front of her cell. Someone had come into her place and trashed it. The whole wing went quiet as they all saw her standing there still as if she was a statue.

“Who?”

“Y/n, remember what you promised me.” Kandi said from the side of her.

“Who Kandi?”

“Y/n-“

“WHO FUCKING TRASHED MY CELL!” Everyone flinched as she shouted. She was getting angrier the longer everyone remained quiet.

“That would have been me, sweet cheeks.” The voice made her skin crawl. As she turned around she saw the guard who made it his sole mission to torment her after she turned him down.

“You-“

“Y/n, you’ve just gotten out.” Kandi hissed under her breath.

“Fucking-“

“Y/n!”

“PRICK!” His smile made her want to kill him right there and then. “But… it’s okay, I get it. No I really do.” Leaning over the railing she smiled at him. “Since catching your wife getting her brains fucked out of her by the fucking mailman - the same man she left you for, you’ve been real lonely, I hope you enjoyed my underwear around that small piece of useless skin that you call a dick.” The whole wing erupts in loud cheering - even some of the guards laughing - Y/n walked into her cell and started cleaning up.

The next morning the trio made their way to the rec room after having their breakfasts, sat at a table playing a card game Y/n caught a glimpse of a familiar face on the tv screen from the corner of her eye.

Her breathing picked up and her palms started to sweat, all she could see was so many different memories flash in front of her. It was like she was right there in the base alongside him. Memories she tried so hard to keep locked up right at the back of her mind under lock and key came flooding back. She could hear someone call her name but she couldn’t pin point where the voice was coming from or who by. Only snapping out of her memories when she felt a hand smack her across the face.

“Shit… Y/n I-I didn’t mean to do that.” Kandi stuttered, looking between Y/n and Rogan fear evident in her eyes.

“It’s-I’m okay. You smack like a girl by the way.” Chuckling nervously Kandi apologised but Y/n waved her off. “I need to get out of here.” She whispered to her two friends.

“We can go outside.” Rogan offered.

“No I mean I need to get out of prison, preferably like now.”

“What are you going to do, walk up to the warden and ask if he can let you out earlier?” Kandi laughed.

“Do you think he would?”

“No you idiot!”

“Why? I’m well behaved.” The girls in front of her raise their eyebrows in unison. “Okay maybe I’ve not been the best inmate but I can be good.”

They all knew that was a lie.

“Y/n be rational, you escape you’ll be wanted, you’ll get caught and have more years added to your sentence.”

“No because I’ll leave and then I’ll come back once I’m finished doing what I need to do.”

“You-I-Rogan deal with her.”

“I erm… Y/n you’ll be in so much trouble.”

“I’m doing twenty five years Ro, can’t get in more fucking trouble than that. Look I’ll be gone for a few days and I’ll hand myself in, they’ll probably give me an extra year or two which is nothing really. But I need your twos help.”

Kandi knew her well enough to know that she was going to escape with or without their help, despite not liking it she knew Y/n wouldn’t do anything without a reason. “Why?”

“I need to see someone. Kands I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t important. So please help me.”

“Fuck. Fine, okay I’ll help you.”

“I’ll help too.” Rogan smiled.

“No, you can’t ruin your chance at an early release.”

“I’m helping.”

As Y/n watched the two girls argue about whether or not Rogan was allowed to help she came up with a plan. Gaining their attention she told them the plan, and off they went.

“This is such a bad idea.” Kandi whispered watching Y/n climb through the tiny window of the guards locker room.

“It’s a brilliant idea.”

“Just hurry up!”

“Stop distracting me!”

Finding the locker she needed, she opened it up and searched for car keys, hanging them out of the small window to Kandi she climbed out. Kandi was about to unlock the car when Y/n wrapped her arms around her.

“I’ll come back I promise.”

“Why? You could be free and have a life.”

“Like you said, I’ll be wanted and I’ll end up getting caught. Plus all I’ve ever known is a life in prisons so I won’t do good out there in the real world.” She shrugged. “I’ll see you in a few days. Oh, Kandice?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Be careful.”

Keeping an eye out she helped Y/n get into the boot of the car and locking it again she ran over to the window and climbed in to put the keys back, Rogan was waiting for her when she came back out and made a phone call - using the phone that Y/n asked forced someone to borrow them.

“Hi, is this Mr Boyd? I’m sorry to say this sir but your apartment has been broken into. Your neighbour rang the police. Yes. That’s fine sir.” Not even five minutes ago by when they see the guard running past their hiding spot and driving away.

“The crazy bitch has done it.” Kandi laughed, wrapping her arm around Rogans shoulder she kisses her friends head.

Y/n had to bite her lip to force herself not to scream as Boyd drove like a maniac, she kept banging her head and it was starting to hurt. As the car finally pulled to a stop she slowly opened the boot door before he got out and locked her inside. Only climbing out when she figured the coast was clear, she falters when she makes eye contact with a child playing across the street - the kid waves and giggles at her. Putting her finger to her lip she smiles when the kid nods.

Hiding behind the wall she waits for Boyd to leave which wasn’t long, she breaks into his apartment. First thing she does is make herself a sandwich before sitting on the sofa, putting her feet on the coffee table and watch tv - it was nice to watch something without people talking loudly in the background. After showering she walked into his bedroom and went straight to the wardrobe in hopes there was still clothes from his wife. Luck seemed to be on her side because there was a few clothes left.

Looking at the photo of Boyd with who Y/n assumed was his parents she smiles. “You trash my place, I’ll trash yours.”

Within minutes the whole apartment was trashed. Not a single room was left unharmed by the bat she was using.

Stealing some money she found she left the apartment and made her way to the bus stop. Standing outside of the library with people walking around her not knowing who she was or the fact that she had broken out of prison, she went inside.

“Hi.” Leaning over the counter to see the name tag more clearly. “Paige, I would like to use a computer.”

“Do you have a library card?”

“I don’t I’m afraid.”

“You need a library card.”

“To use a computer?”

“Yeah.”

“But I don’t have one and I really need to use it.”

“I can give you one now.”

“I don’t want a card, okay. I’m never going to come back here so it’s pointless, I just need the computer for less than ten minutes.” Y/n had to bite her cheek in order to not shout at the poor girl who was just doing her job.

“But I’m not allowed.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Paige nods and takes her over to where the computers were and used her login details, reminding Y/n that she only had ten minutes she rushed back to the desk.

She’s done within minutes.

Going back up to Paige she asks for directions which the girl offers, she thanks her and hands over twenty dollars that she stole from Boyd’s apartment. “For the computer.” She informs when the girl frowns.

The walk to her destination took longer than expected due to having to keep ducking down alleyways and into shops when the police went by, she knew the guards would have realised that she was gone by now and that there would be officers looking for her.

She had to admit the building was rather impressive.

“Excuse me miss, you need to sign in.” The man said from behind the desk.

“Oh silly me, my boyfriend told me that I could just go straight up.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?”

“Tony Stark.”

“He’s married…”

“Yeah, I’m his mistress. Don’t tell the wife though.” She winks and signs her name. “Can I go up now?”

“Y-yes miss.”

“Thank you. Oh, which button do I press? Normally he does it.” Thanking him once again she makes her way to the elevator and up she goes.

Following the voices she stood outside a room where the Avengers were sitting around laughing and talking. She sees him. She doesn’t realise that everyone sees her and stops talking.

“Who are you?” A red head said.

Taking that as her signal she walks inside, her eyes still on the man she broke out of prison just to see.

"I had to see this for myself. To know it's true.” All their heads snap to the person she was looking at.

Bucky.

“Buck… do you know who this is?” A blond man said as he sat further up in his seat.

“I-yeah, her names Y/n we were at the same base together. W-what are you doing here?”

“Like I said, I wanted to see this for myself.” A small smile on her lips, she started to pick at the skin around her nails starting to feel stupid for what she’s done because he didn’t seem too pleased to see her.

“You left me.” Bucky whispered.

“I-I know but I tried to get you out, I swear.”

“You left me there Y/n!” Before anyone could react Bucky had Y/n pinned to the wall by her throat and began squeezing. “We promised each other that we’d get out together! We promised.” His eyes filling up with tears.

“I tried James! You wouldn’t come with me.” Hearing that Bucky loosens his hold around her neck. “I got into your cell but you wouldn’t listen, I tried to get you to stand but you wouldn’t move, y-you broke my arm James. My opening was closing an-and I had to take it and I’ve regretted it every day but I did try I swear.”

His hold on her neck loosens until he’s just holding her, tears starting to fall from his pretty eyes, regret consuming him when he looks at the mark already forming on her neck, regret from hating her from the moment he found out she had left him there to rot, regret and anger at hearing he had broken her arm - hurting the one person even the Winter Soldier couldn’t hurt. “I-I-“

Y/n silences him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulls him into her. Memories of her holding him in this way flashing through their minds as Bucky clung to her.

The only sound coming from the once lively room was Bucky’s muffled cries and Y/n apologising.

“Oh by the way Tony I’m your mistress.” Y/n informed him as she pointed her fork in his direction.

“What?”

“I told the guy downstairs that I was your girlfriend and he told me you’re married. Which honestly I don’t think I can be in this relationship anymore so it’s over.” Everyone chuckles aside from Tony who’s still trying to figure out what’s going on.

“So Y/n, what have you been doing since getting away from Hydra?” Natasha asked. Bless their little hearts they tried to introduce themselves to her but she knew exactly who was who beforehand.

“I-fuck this is the best meal I’ve had in five years, thanks Sam. But anyway I was moving around a lot, may or may not have killed some agents that I knew were Hydra. So yeah not much really.”

Ever since Y/n showed up he couldn’t take his eyes off her, she looked so different yet the same, she was still the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. When he was told she had escaped he felt different emotions, he was proud that she had gotten away from the horrors they were subjected too and forced to commit, he was angry that she left him behind since they had promised each other that they’d get away together and try to live a normal life - whatever that meant for the two of them. He was devastated at the fact she had left him behind, he thought that everything they had gone through together and the feelings they had for each other was all lies.

He got beaten for days after she escaped because he attacked the guards when they tried to stop him from going to her cell, he stood there at the doorway expecting to see her sitting on the wrecked mattress with a pretty smile on her face or at least her laying there with bruises after a beating but it was empty other than the mattress and disgusting toilet.

Bucky started to believe that she was dead just because he couldn’t believe that she left him on his own. For the two years he was there without his partner, his only friend, the woman who he had fallen in love with despite their surroundings he never put up a fight, he did everything they asked of him and more, he didn’t care if he died on missions - hell he wanted to die just so he could finally see Y/n again.

But here she was, sitting right next to him laughing along with his friends, looking just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and never let go again, he wanted to kiss her just the way they use to whenever they were alone and knew that no one was watching.

“Right, well I best be off.” Y/n spoke bringing Bucky back to the present.

“W-what?”

“Yeah sorry, I’ve gotta go somewhere before I head home.”

“I’ll take you.” Everyone could hear the desperation in his voice but he didn’t care, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her just yet.

“I-okay. It was nice meeting everyone.”

“You can come back whenever you want.” Steve smiled, Y/n nodded her head knowing that she couldn’t but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Saying her goodbyes, Bucky took her down to the garage and ever the gentleman he opened the car door for her. Telling him the address of where she wanted to go, he didn’t question it just driving to the destination. He noticed that every time a police car went by that she put her head down when he asked she just shook her head and smiled at him.

He followed behind her as she searched the rows of headstones, he sees her face light up when she spots the correct one she was looking for.

Kneeling down on the damp grass she placed her hand on the thick stone. “Hey beautiful, yeah I know I’ve not seen you in five years but I couldn’t get here. I’m sorry. Oh I want you to meet someone.” Waving Bucky over, he stands by her side with his hands in his pockets looking at the name, date of birth and death. “This is James, the man I told you about. Bucky this is Evie.”

“Who is she?”

“I found her two weeks after I escaped Hydra, she was along seven other women they… they were in a sex ring. I managed to get them all out and got them to safety, I know the other girls are in protection and are now safe.”

“W-what happened to Evie?”

“The dark thoughts got too much for her, I didn’t get there in time to save her. She had taken her own life. I let her down after I promised that I would always be there.” A dry laugh falls from her mouth as she wipes a tear away. “But then again I’ve never been able to keep my promises, have I?”

“Y/n-“

“It’s true though isn’t it? I’ve got two girls back at home expecting me to keep a promise I made and I don’t want to break it but I really don’t want to go back, you know?”

“You have kids?”

“Fuck no! Jesus Bucky, me as a mum? Can you imagine? Terrible.” She laughs though her heart aches at the image of her being a mother, she wanted kids but that was before Hydra, before being sent to prison for killing the two so called men who had took it in turns to rape Evie. Don’t get it wrong, she didn’t regret doing it and would do it again in a heartbeat but she knew she could never be a mum now.

“You’ve always been caring Y/n.”

“And? That doesn’t mean-you know what? It doesn’t matter, I need to go otherwise I’m going to be in even more trouble than I already am. But it was good to see you again James, it really was. I hope you all the best.”

Bucky grabbed her free hand as her other was on the headstone. “You don’t have to go! You can stay with me at the tower an-and you could be a part of the team.”

“I’m not a hero James. Never have been, never will be. I’m the person you and your friends go after, I destroy everything.”

“No, no you’re a good person Y/n, I know you!”

Putting her hand on his cheek she shakes her head. “No you don’t.” Her face lights up very quickly when blue and red lights go by. “I’ve gotta go now James. I’m sorry I didn’t get you out, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stay there with you. I hope you all the goodness in the world.” Standing on her tiptoes she presses her lips to his in a quick kiss. “One for the road.”

Bucky stands there motionless as Y/n presses a kiss to the headstone, giving him one last smile before walking off.

The warden went bright red in the face as he shouted at Y/n. She couldn’t see what the problem was as she came back. She went back to court and her defence lawyer told the judge that she had only escaped so she could say goodbye to a dear friend, and that she had come back willingly and she didn’t run like most would.

The judge handed her an extra eighteen months to her twenty year sentence.

Kandi and Rogan saw her two months later after she came out of solitary confinement, both of them instantly wrapping their arms around her and refusing to let go.

When Bucky got back to the tower that night he went straight into his room and refused to speak to anyone, he opened up the wardrobe and grabbed his backpack from the back, moving to sit on his bed. He found the dark red notepad and held it close to him, he remembered the day he got it - he was on a solo mission, as he was about to leave the office following the man that was trying to run away when a dark red notepad caught his eye, picking it up he flicked through the empty pages before putting it in one of his many pockets. Getting back to the base in the early hours of the next morning he kept it hidden along with a pencil he had stolen, once in the safety of his cell he began writing Y/n’s name over and over again, he then wrote all the little facts that he could remember from what she told him about herself. He kept the notepad with him at all times when he wasn’t on missions and when he was on ice he kept it hidden in his mattress.

Since Steve found him in that rundown apartment building and everything that followed Bucky didn’t read what was in the notepad, it was too painful for him but now that he knew she was alive he found himself reading what he wrote all those years ago.

He soon fell asleep with the notepad clutched closely to his chest.

A couple of weeks later the team were once again sitting around in the living room, when FRIDAY put the tv on and told the team they needed to watch the news.

“The prison behind me holds some of the most dangerous women in the country, one of the inmates who was sentenced to twenty five years for murdering two men escaped last month.” The reporter spoke, none of them understood why FRIDAY thought they needed to watch that was until a photo appeared on the right side of the screen. “Y/n L/n escaped and was on the run for two days, remarkably she walked back into prison and handed herself in. L/n has already served five years of her sentence when the esca-“

Steve paused the screen, all their eyes trained on the mugshot of the woman who showed up to the tower. A large smile on her face with no look of remorse behind her eyes as they took her photo. Bucky sits there and shakes his head as he remembers wondering why the meal Sam cooked was the best she had in five years, or when she mentioned that she hadn’t been to see Evie.

“Did you know?” Wanda asked him.

“No but it makes sense now though.”

“How do you mean?” Sam asked, so Bucky explains. “I wonder who she killed.”

“I don’t know but I’m going to visit her.”

Steve went with him to see Y/n but was turned away due to her being in solitary, the warden smirked as he told the pair that they could come back in two months to see her.

The trio was sitting in Kandi’s cell when a guard called for Y/n, with a huff she went to see what they wanted, her eyes squinting when they said she had a visitor.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you have someone here to visit you.” He said sarcastically, unlocking the door so she could come out. Putting the cuffs on her wrist he gave her no time to try and walk freely as he started to pull on the cuffs. Leading her down to a visit room he pushed her inside once the door was unlocked.

“There’s no need to keep pushing me you-“

“You, what?”

“If you hadn’t interrupted me you’d know I was going to call you a cunt.”

“You’ve got a fucking mouth on you, don’t you.”

“Me? Never.” He goes to open his mouth but closes it, he just smiles at her instead and leaves the room. Turning around she raises her eyebrow at seeing Bucky and his friends on the other side of the table. “Fancy seeing you guys here, did you get lost?”

“No, we didn’t get lost.” Bucky says fiddling with him metal fingers.

“Oh, it’s just because I don’t get visitors so.” She trails off.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in prison?”

“Didn’t think it was important.” She shrugged.

“Not important? You murdered two men!” Y/n frowned at the way Bucky raised his voice at her, hating the way he looked at her as if she was a monster.

“Two men who deserved it! They raped Evie.” She snapped, smacking her hand on the table. “I’ve never killed anyone that didn’t deserve it and you know it.”

Bucky frowns and instantly feels guilty for raising his voice. “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever. Are we done here?“

“Did you really escape just to see me?”

“Yep, stupid I know.” Before Bucky could respond Tony spoke up and asked how long had been added to her sentence. “Eighteen months, why?”

“Cap, you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah but will it work?” Y/n frowns as Steve and Tony continued to have a conversation between themselves, giving Bucky a questioning look he shrugs - not once taking his eyes off her.

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked them.

“Getting mouthy here out of this place.” Tony points over to Y/n, raising his eyebrow. “In the correct way.”

The door opens and before anyone could speak the guard comes in and drags Y/n out of the room saying “times up.” Bucky clenched his fists at seeing her being manhandled, Steve put his hand on his arm in hopes to calm him down - giving him a look that asked him not to do anything stupid.

A week later Y/n was told she had a visitor, with an annoyed huff she followed the guards, not even making a single comment as they tugged on the cuffs wrapped tightly around her wrist. In the week that had passed since her first visit, she couldn’t understand what Tony said - why would they want to get her out? What would they want with her? What would be the point in letting someone like her out in public when all she’s done is kill people?

Once again she’s pushed into the same room as before when she looks up she sees Bucky clenching his jaw and another man sitting next to him. “Back again?”

“This is-“

“Nick Fury, yeah I know who he is.” She cuts Bucky off. “I was currently in the middle of finding out what kind of flower I am based on my personality, so can we speed this up?”

Fury chuckles whilst nodding, pushing a folder across the table he gestures for her to sit. “You need to sign these papers.”

“What are they?”

“You sign these, you’ll be agreeing to you coming into SHIELDS custody.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Y/n you’ll be free-“ Bucky says.

“But I wouldn’t be would I?”

“Alright you won’t be in prison-“

“Yet I’ll be in a cell-“

“You won’t be.” Fury cuts in. “You’ll do the rest of your sentence under SHIELD, meaning you’ll work for us, help us stop Hydra and other organisations that are threatening to our world. Sign this and we’ll get you out of here within a few days.”

Bucky gave her a reassuring smile and an encouraging nod but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to sign, she’ll just be moving from one prison to another regardless of how they dress it up of what she’ll be doing for them. “Y/n?”

“I have two conditions.”

Fury sighs and rubs his eyes. “What are they?”

“Kandi and Rogan.”

“Who are they?”

“My friends, I want them out too.”

“I can’t do that Y/n.”

“Then I’m not signing.”

“Y/n they’re in prison for a reason.” Bucky tried.

“Petty crimes, the both of them. Kandi’s got three more years and Rogan can get out in a few months, it’s not hard to pull some strings.”

“They’re criminals.”

“So am I.”

Fury looks at Bucky then at Y/n. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

“If they aren’t following me out of this shit hole then I’m not coming Fury.”

“You’re already the biggest pain in my backside.” He mumbled, Bucky chuckled as Y/n smiled proudly. “I’m gonna make a phone call, what’s their last names.”

Telling him their names she watched as Fury left the room leaving her alone with Bucky who had yet to take his eyes off her. She looked everywhere other than at him. He squinted his eyes at her as she tried to suppress the smile that wanted to make an appearance. She wasn’t going to back down - she knew that, Bucky knew that - but she was cracking and he knew it.

“Just give in.”

“Nope.”

“Come on, you know you want too.” She didn’t need to look at him already knowing he had a smug smile on his lips.

“Don’t know what you mean.” Bucky rolled his eyes and leaned over the table, his hand reaching out to hold hers, her eyes snapped from the stain on the wall to him. “That’s cheating.”

“You’ve never been good at that game.” He smiled softly. “If Fury can’t get your friends out of here, you’ll be an idiot not to sign these papers Y/n.”

“I can’t just leave them here, not after all we’ve been through.”

“I get it, I do but you’ll be wasting your life away.”

“Never had much of a life before anyway.” She shrugged, flipping her hands over so their fingers would link together. “I’m really sorry James.”

“For what?”

“For leaving you there, for not going back to the base earlier, for not telling you the truth about.“ she gestures to the room they were in. “Just everything. I’m sorry for everything.”

Bucky feels his heart tug at her words, he forgave her the second he laid eyes on her again after seven years without seeing her. He forgave her when she explained, so he didn’t understand why she was apologising again. “W-what do you mean when you said for not going back to the base earlier?”

“I-I found us a safe place to call home it was off grid and in the middle of nowhere, it was perfect for us. I went back to get you, I hoped that you would listen this time.” She chuckled. “I got inside and it was chaos, the agents were dropping like flies and I wasn’t even the one doing anything, but anyway I get to your cell and it was empty, an agent shot me in the chest and told me that you had gone rogue, that it was a stupid idea to send the Soldat to kill his best friend but I thought she was lying and you were killed.” The agent she was talking about was the very same one she attacked in the yard, her face dropped as she came face to face with the person she shot in the chest and left for dead.

“You-you got shot in the chest? Y/n!”

“What? I’m still alive aren’t I?”

“But how?”

“Because the thought of you still alive kept me alive.”

“Funny.”

“Hilarious.” She winked at him, once again he rolls his eyes at her. “I’m joking, I don’t know why or how I survived but I did. But anyway a week later I find the two men who hurt Evie and killed them, then got caught, got arrested and then sent here.”

Fury comes back into the room just as Bucky was about to say something. “All three of you will be released tomorrow morning as long as you sign these papers.”

“Tomorrow? But it’s sponge cake for dessert tomorrow.” She frowns, both men give her a deadpan look. “Sponge cake!”

“Well don’t sign and stay here then.”

“You was meant to say ‘don’t worry Y/n I’ll get you a sponge cake’ and I’ll then go ‘oh no it’s fine Fury’ and then you was going to say ‘no, no it’s fine, you deserve it for being the absolute best’ but no you had to ruin it.” Fury’s lips twitched and she could see that he was trying not to smile, Bucky on the other hand was having to bite his fist in order to stop himself from laughing.

“You going to sign or not?”

“The girls walk free?”

“Yes.”

“Where do I sign?”

Kandi and Rogan looked confused when their cell doors were opened and the guards told them they have five minutes to get their things, thinking they had done something wrong and were getting moved they frowned when Y/n stood in front of their cells with her own backpack slung over her shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Kandi whispered as they stood behind Y/n, her and Rogan were holding hands, both nervous about what was happening.

“Do you trust me?” Y/n asked turning around to the pair.

“Of course we do.”

“Then don’t worry.” The doors came open and they were walked towards the large gates, the warden made a comment under his breath which Y/n raised her eyebrow to him daring him to say it louder but he put his head down. Y/n stepped outside first smiling when she saw Bucky standing there with the rest of the Avengers and Fury. Frowning when she realised that the girls weren’t right behind her. “Come on.”

“What’s happening?”

“You’re free.” Both her friends frowning in confusion. “I got you out. Fly my pretty butterflies”

“Is this a joke?”

“Nope. You can stay if-“

“No! We’re coming.” They both rush out and run up to her.

“So… now what?” Y/n asked Bucky who looks at Fury.

“We go to the tower and these two need to sign some papers and then they can go and live their lives.”

“Right. Well let’s go then.”

Sam and Wanda lead the two girls towards the jet with Y/n following when Fury calls her name and holds out his hand.

“Sponge cake! Knew you loved me Nicky.”

After a long hug and saying goodbye eight times Kandi and Rogan were taken to their families, leaving with a promise that they’ll see each other again.

Bucky couldn’t sit still as Y/n was in a room talking to Fury, his knee kept bouncing the longer he waited, he ran his fingers through the short strands of his hair tugging lightly in annoyance. Nearly four hours later Steve came and sat next to him, both sitting in silence - that was until Steve broke it.

“Did you love her?”

“I did. Still do I guess.” Leaning forward on his knees he looked to the side at his best friend. “Is that stupid?”

“No.” Chuckling softly, Steve leaned back in his seat. “I still love Peggy and she married someone else and had a family. It’s not stupid Buck.”

“They could never break her, you know? Even with the chair and I think that’s what drew me to her. She helped me remember things, always reminding me who I was after it was my turn in that fucking chair.” Bucky paused and wiped his hands down his face. “She told me she came back for me and this whole time I thought she was dead.”

“Buck…”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I-I just wish things were different.”

Steve didn’t know what to say so he put a reassuring hand on his best friend back and let the silence take over once again. An hour later Y/n and Fury emerged from the room, Fury greeted the two super soldiers before leaving the three alone.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked worriedly.

“I’m good, just had to tell Nicky Boo all my deepest darkest secrets.” She smiled although it wasn’t easy bringing up things that she had tried to keep hidden, Fury put his hand on hers when it started to shake as she told him the things she had done.

“Nicky Boo?” Steve questioned, amusement lacing his voice and face.

“Yeah, but I don’t think he likes his new nickname.” She shrugs, laughing along with the two men.

“Right well I’ll let you two catch up. Welcome to the team Y/n.”

“Thanks Steve.” As the blond walks away Bucky once again couldn’t take his eyes off her, and like last time Y/n looked everywhere other than him.

“You really have a staring problem.” She mumbled.

“I’m scared.” Bucky whispered, his hand reaching out to hold hers.

“Why?”

“Because if I look away I’m scared you’ll disappear and this is all a dream.”

Squeezing his hand Y/n steps closer and puts her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily. “It’s not a dream Bucky. I’m right here, I promise I’m not going to disappear.”

Bucky sighed a breath of relief at her words, putting his forehead against hers he closed his eyes. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, and I’m still so sor-“ She goes to apologise again but Bucky didn’t want to hear it, so he kissed her. Both of them sighing softly as their lips finally touched after so long.

Slowly opening his eyes Bucky smiled. “It’s not a dream.”

“How’d you know?”

“Because normally I wake up just before we kiss.”

“Aw you’ve been dreaming of me?”

“Shut up.”

Y/n burst out laughing as his cheeks turned red, he rolled his eyes before pulling her closer to him and kissing her more passionately than before. Neither one of them knew really what was in store for them but they didn’t care about that, not now that they were back in each other’s arms.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[swordsandholly]

Steel Magnolia

Part 1 - paused

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!plus size!reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature/MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: I just recently got back into fandom spaces and reading fanfic again and looooove the uptick in fat Y/N characters. Ofc as a big girl myself I wanted to try my hand at writing one too.

Hopefully I’ll post this on AO3 soon. Whenever I get my invite so I can make an acc.

“Oh! Darlin’, did ya see those boys next door?” Mrs. Duprey gasps as you swipe the last of her Bubble Bath OPI polish across her fingers.

“Next door?” You cock an eyebrow. “No one’s been next door since Adam and Eve.”

“I saw them on the way in!” She grins, the corners of her eyes wrinkling pleasantly. “Strappin’ young men - y’should talk t’ ‘em.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure I will sooner or later, ma’am.”

“You’ve been single too long.” The nosey old bat contributes. As much as you love her she truly cannot leave well enough alone.

“And I’m perfectly content as such.” You give her your warmest smile.

The trailer home across from you has remained empty for as long as you can remember. It’s well kept - sometimes you see random gardeners mowing or going in an out with tool bags - but no one lives there permanently. You’d think in a beach town it would at least belong to some snowbirds. A timeshare, maybe. It’s none of those things, though. Just a well-maintained, perfectly empty husk.

There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, probably.

Sure enough, as you walk Mrs. Duprey out of your little single wide trailer, you spot a black SUV parked out front of the neighboring double wide. One that is definitely *not* a repair man or worker’s vehicle. She coos at you to make sure to talk to them before waddling off to her own car. She really shouldn’t be driving at her age. You wonder briefly - futilly- if she’d sell you her car in exchange for rides.

You suppose she’s right - even if it is for the wrong reasons. You’re not particularly interested in flirting with the new neighbors. After all, don’t fuck where you eat is a saying for a reason, but it wouldn’t exactly be neighborly to not introduce yourself. Especially with all the people coming and going from your home for your nail tech services. The old Yankee’s catty-cornered from you still believe that you're a drug dealer. At least they only come down for a couple months of the year.

Despite your staunch decision not to flirt, you still find yourself adjusting your clothes. Maybe the sports bra as a top is a bit much…

Fuck it. If they live here now they’ll see you in worse.

You fix your lipstick and throw on your platform sandals. The ones that clip-clop as you walk. Maybe it will help announce your presence.

The screen door wraps quietly as you knock. You take two steps back on the front, wooden porch so as not to come off too aggressively. As the seconds tick by you debate on knocking again. Maybe they’re out. Or busy. They did just move in today, most likely. Maybe you should-

The door creaks slightly as it opens. A very, painfully handsome man pushes the screen door until it clicks in place. “Afternoon, lassie.”

You blink stupidly as he crosses his strong arms and leans on the doorframe. His eyes are a striking shade of blue - somehow both sharp and soft. His dark hair is shaped into a slightly grown-out, un-styled mohawk. It fits him oddly enough.

“I, uh,” you take a deep breath. Christ you need to get laid if just *looking* at a hot guy has you this off kilter. “I live across the way. Just wanted t’ say welcome t’ tha neighborhood.”

That lopsided smile on his face grows into a grin. You don’t miss the way his eyes catch on your chest. “Aye? Nice tae meet ye. Names John MacTavish. M’friends call me Johnny.”

He gives your hand an extra little squeeze after shaking it. That accent might as well have you on the floor. You continue to blink dumbly, watching the at the scar on his chin stretches as he speaks.

Christ almighty, you’re pathetic.

“Nice to meet’ya.” You give him a warm smile, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Ya’ll here for vacation? We don’t get many Europeans ‘round here.”

He chuckles. It’s low and rumbling and would probably feel wonderful with your ear pressed to his chest. “Little bit o’ business, little bit o’ pleasure. This an’ tha’.”

“Hello, there.” Another man pops up from behind Johnny suddenly. Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous too. Older, for sure, with a uniquely cut beard that would probably look rather silly on anyone less handsome. At it stands, he manages to make it appear dignified.

“Ah, jus’ about tae call fer ye, Cap. This is our neighbor.” Johnny gestures toward you.

“John Price.” The man steps forward to shake your hand. It’s firm and professional and thank god your grandad made you practice a good handshake as a kid or you’d be painfully embarrassed.

“Are all UK men named John or is this just some sorta cult?” You blurt, unable to stop yourself from snickering at them.

Older John chuckles at you fondly, his facial hair giving him a pleasant U-shaped smile. “Be easier to remember that way, wouldn’t it? No, we’re with two others. Kyle and Simon. They’re out at the moment.”

“Kyle and Simon.” You repeat, nodding. Johnny, John, Kyle, Simon. “Are y’all in town long?”

“Indefinitely.” Is all Price gives you. It’s a tone that even someone as dense as you can recognize as ‘don’t ask more.’

You clap your hands together and smile a little wider, ready to make your exit. “Well, I’m not here t’be a bother, just wanted t’ welcome ya and, uh, let y’know that I have a lot of people over throughout the day - I’m a nail tech. They shouldn’t bother ya but y’know.”

“Ye can come bother us anytime, bonnie.” The Scot hits you with that grin again and your face suddenly feels far too hot.

A loud, whining screech sounds off from down the road. You check your watch. Holy shit, three-thirty already. You begin to back off the porch. “Ah, nice t’ meet ya again! See ya ’round!”

As you jog down the little dirt road of the trailer park another black car passes you. It’s smaller, a sedan. You make very brief eye contact with a blonde wearing a surgical mask and another man with the sharpest golden eyes you’ve ever seen - even through the tint of the window.

*Kyle and Simon,* you think.

You make a mental note to greet them at some point and continue down the street. The school bus slowly stops at the entrance and you take up your spot in the small crowd of parents. IT’s a shabby old bus - chipping paint and break pads that sounds like they’re about ready to snap. It’s all they’re willing to send out to your little section of the city, though.

Shelby meanders over in your direction, her usual Camel Crush lit up in one hand and the other teasing her already well-lifted hair. “Afternoon. Saw there was some new folks across from ya.”

“Hm?” You keep your eyes on the bus. “Ah, yeah. Just vacationers, I think.”

“Lookers, though.” She chuckles.

“They’re from the UK.” You offer.

“No shit!” Shelby stamps out her cigarette as the bus doors open. “Accent and all?”

“Yep.” You grin.

Shelby tsks and fiddles with her hair again. “I best go over an’ make myself known, then.”

“There’s an older fella with a neat beard. Think you’d like ‘em.” You snicker.

She hums. “I’ll bring a pie.”

The children practically burst out of the bus doors, as always. Ready to be home and shuck off their backpacks to their respective adult. Shelby’s son almost knocks her over, offering a little “Good afternoon, ma’am!” to you before heading off with his mother.

You nod to him, shoving a hand in your pocket as you wait for yours. She’s always the last. Always caught up in a book or something and doesn’t realize it’s time to get off of the bus. Sure enough, the driver has to call back to her before the little girl comes dashing out. She jumps off of the bus steps, despite being told time and time again not to, and kicks a rock on her way toward you.

You bow low for her. “Welcome home, Lady Sophie.”

She giggles, dark curls bouncing as she skips over. “Ni-ni!”

You take her bag from her. The thing really does dwarf the poor six year old. Her hand slips into yours easily. Soft and round and somehow always so much warmer than yours.

“My nail color chipped!” She announces, holding up her ring finger on the opposite hand.

“Oh! Now we can’t have that. I’ll fix it tonight.” You smile, waving at old Mr.Chester as the two of you pass.

“Well now!” He calls. “How blessed am I to see two such lovely ladies!”

You both giggle, continuing on your way. He’s a good landlord - spotted you more than a few times when Sophie was a baby and you couldn’t work consistently. Honestly, as you look around, the little community that he’s managed to build in this shitty corner of the world should be praised. Housing just enough snowbirds to cover his property costs while keeping rent low for the full time locals. Maybe you could convince Natalie at the paper to run a little story on it or something.

As you pull up to your own home, the blonde man is outside leaning on the front of their double wide. Seeing him standing at full height makes your blood run cold. The man is built like a damn barn - tall and wide. Beyond solid. *Brick shithouse*. It’s a bit weird that he’s covered in clothing head to toe but whatever. Weirder things have happened before. The mask still covers his face, you wonder if he had taken it off before you came up or just flipped it up to smoke.

“Sophie, head on in. I’ll catch up.” You push her toward the door. She scampers in, the screen door slamming behind her as you march up to the brick shithouse of a man in front of you.

“Which are ya? Kyle or Simon?” You smile, holding out your hand to shake.

Dark eyes rake over you, stopping briefly on your hand, before moving back to meet yours. He stomps out the half smoked cigarette. “Simon.”

You let your hand drop. Bit rude, this one. “Nice t meetcha.”

The other man pops his head out of the trailer. Kyle, you assume. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hi.” You smile as warmly as you can, giving your name. “I’m assumin’ yer Kyle.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m guessing you’re the neighbor Price mentioned.”

You nod, about to speak again but Simon shoves past you, marching his way up the steps. “Let’s go.” He grunts, pushing the other man back into the trailer despite his protests.

You wrinkle your nose at him. What an asshole.

“Who’s tha’?” Sophie asks over the back of the old, worn couch as you let the trailer door slam behind you.

“New neighbors.” You say simply, glancing out the window. “Don’t go over there without me, yeah?”

“Okay!” She agrees, sitting back on the couch and bouncing, beginning her usual post school chant. “Bluey! Bluey! Bluey!”

You drop her backpack down beside the small coffee table. “After yer homework.”

“Nooo!” She pouts.

“Then no Bluey.”

Sophie pouts harder but crawls down in front of the coffee table and pulls out her little work sheets. At least the school doesn’t over run them too terribly with homework toward the end of the year. You glance at the calendar. Wednesday, May 22nd. Damn, she really only has about a week left. Though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to this summer break with her. She’s old enough now that you can take her places like the arcade without having to wait on her so much. You’ll actually be able to play some of the two-player games.

Plus, this year, you actually have a little more pocket change to make it fun.

You turn to look out the window once more at the new neighbors. Their curtains remain closed, cars neatly parked out front. The door opens slowly, the hot Scot and rude blonde wander to the Sedan. Simon’s shoulders shake at something Johnny said - you think he’s laughing but its hard to tell with that mask. Johnny’s head turns, blue eyes meeting yours through the shitty glass windows of your trailer. You squeak and duck to sit next to Sophie, praying that he didn’t catch you staring.