#bucks face going from 'what the hell just happened' to 'wait do that again' is so...

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THE MIND IS A PRISON , I'LL BE THE KEY ( BUCKY BARNES X ODINDOTTIR!READER )

Summary : when bucky has a nightmare so bad , she ready to comfort him not expecting what will follow when she does so .

warnings : angsty as hell with a fluffy cute as hell ending , hydra sucks , idiots in love , bucky tries and fails to be a dick , reader is stubborn in the best way possible , google translated russian so please be free to correct the errors , best friends to lovers .

hope you like it @joshwashingtonmybeloved <3

This was too familiar ,  that cold , mold  and damp  smell to the almost frozen concrete feeling  below . The bare dingy cell and what constituted as a mattress lay on the floor . decade in places like this  was all too familiar feeling  in his gut only made worse from the freedom he was getting used to . knowing what being here entailed  and what would follow had his heart beating faster , it felt like its thump echoed on the walls of the cell . the tensing of his muscle awaiting for the pain that was sure to come  and his mind almost scrambling to grasp every happy memory and shield it before it was taken away .   eye wide watching waiting , limbs heavy refusing to move and fight his way out why wasn’t he fighting this . the screeching of the cell door opening guns locked and aimed  feeling his body being dragged through the halls. like a ragdoll  .  the walls a faded olive or it was just the build up grime and dirts over   the years . watching the rooms and sell passing  , even if his eyes were closed he knew where he was going , all this place were the same , same corners , the same misery laced in the foundation and evil that seeped in it walls . 

Some movement as he pushed and fought the bastard like hell feeling the sting of the tasers on his skin the way his muscle  so used to the feeling till it was no use  as the straps held him down the metal piercing his skin almost pulsating in his skin  , the rubber in his mouth that made his stomach twist and turn the bile rise in his throat  .  while the devil stood over him , the cold condescending eyes that told him no matter what he’d never be free , the smile of victory on alexander pierce's face as  the currents start  , every zap that made his muscle contract and  his body seize , the screams of pain , the screams of hope to not fall into the will of these monster muffled .  those eyes of pure evil blurring , doubling and then gone as everything went black .

He thought it would be a nightmare come true   ,  being him again but this was worse maybe what happened in wakanda that freed him could also made him be locked in his own mind , a prisoner in his own body as while he was in full control .  watching what haunted his dreams in real time  wanting to scream be in control and stop this all . but he wouldn’t it was like he was happy that bucky was able to see this all .  The winter soldier fighting against the ones he loved the most , the people who helped in every part of him being a person again .  

“ come on buck this isn’t you” steve panted dodging the incoming blows , bucky wanted to scream tell them he was trapped .. tell them he was sorry he couldn’t stop this but he was trying to gain control . 

“Fight this come on i believe you can do this “ that voice  , the voice of someone that truly made him feel like he mattered , deserving on love  and the one he loved most in this and every universe and he knew that . one swift hit and steve was throw away and bucky felt his body move , locked in his own body and no control as the soldat zeroed in .  the new target to torture him .

“ no anyone but her please i will let you do what you want please” it felt like he was screaming the words  and yet his mouth didn’t move . slow deliberate steps toward his y/n odinsdottir a woman he loved in secret not willing to well this knowing she was too good for a monster like him , he was right at he could see her own eyes broken and filled with sorrow . 

“надеюсь ты смотришь(I hope you’re watching ) “  his own voice and not his words as he saw his own eye going to grab her but of course his doll was a fight , strong  and ready moving out of the way . 

“ bucky fight this , this is not you “ god her voice was so broken kicking and punching  her  him away trying not to hurt him. 

“ pretty one “ that voice was and wasn’t his speaking again grabbing her throat lifting her off the ground her finger scratching and scraping trying to pull his hands away , her face red  . 

“ t-t-this is n-n-not you “ she spluttered pulling her close her face was directly  at his .

“ Это есть и так будет всегда( It is and it will always be )”  * crack*  everything stop and the surge of his being pushing forth  slowly but surely his body was his own again a laughing in his head  when he looked down .  His whole world , his reason for being lifeless, cold and limp laying on the ground . 

“ doll ?  ..Y-y-y/n” he knelt holding her  in his arms as  he felt no life , no beating of her  heart . it was all gone , she was gone .  

The room was black when he shoot up panting and sweat pouring out his body looking around the room to see he was still in the compound. All the furniture y/n and steve helped him pick out and all the picture he pretended to be annoyed at when she made him smile or pose for . ones of him and the team along the walls he was home .  then the door flew open crashing with a bang  bed head and eyes dripping with concern and worry staring directly at him .  she was alive it was all a bad dream or was this the dream . his confused and frankly downright terrified expression  trying to decipher reality  and the subconscious of his own mind .  then he felt it the warm feeling of soft skin on his face  , she was holding  his face and talking so sweetly to him that grounding him back to earth .  

“ it’s just a dream , you're safe “ the coo of her melody filled voice his his ears . 

“ you broke the door again “ he could hear steve coming in  now  looking at scene before him. 

“ stark can afford it “ was all she shot back before returning her gaze onto bucky .  without warning or hesitation her pulled her to him holding her tightly and letting the warmth of her skin hit his own , her scent fill his nostrils and  the beating of her heart fill his ears. 

“ hey it’s ok i’m here, i’m not going anywhere “ her voice muffled and more high pitched than normal something he found adorable and sweet .  

“ i’ll leave you to it “was all steve was heard saying . 

“ buck ? “ 

“ doll i thought … i thought he got you , i got you and you were gone “ it was barely a whisper but she could hear it , she knew the moment she heard the screams what was going on and maybe she didn’t need to break the door but she need to get to him by any means necessary . 

“ I'm ok, look  well, actually don’t look.. I look like crap but listen, “ she smiled . “ feel” she took his hand suddenly he was afraid to touch her in case it wasn’t a dream or if he hurt her.  Then she moved it to her chest  where he could feel her heart beating strong and maybe a little fast but it was beating was the main thing. 

All that love he felt for her , something he kept so personal even from her , she was his friend and best friend at that . He never felt he deserved anything more than that , never felt she could love him like he loved her .  Yet in everything she was breaking the door and to get to him  , to make sure he was ok .  She was his doll , his friend and undisputedly the love of his life and that terrified him the most . every sacred thing in his life was destroyed and he couldn’t open himself to her because what would kill him more was destroying her or her being destroyed because of him . 

“ penny for your thought buckaroo” she smiled ever so softly . 

“ you need to leave and stay away from me “  that hurt on her face turn to a frown in a split second if he blinked he would have missed it . 

“ No “ simple but to the point crossing her arms . 

“ what do you mean no , leave .. get out of here “ he scoffed  if he had to be a dickhead to make her safe then so be it . 

“ no i’m not letting you do this asswipe” she climb over  situating herself in the bed beside him throwing him off his plans to get her away .  “ go” she mocked his voice. “ i know what your doing and it’s not working ok so go asleep or talk to me but i’m not leaving” that stubborn attitude  , that mouth that could rival stark  or give the billionaire a run for his money. 

“ i’ll hurt you or they’ll hurt you to get at me “ he turned . 

“ one  your not going to hurt me bucky  you won’t even spar with me properly  “ she rolled her eyes. “ hydra can’t hurt me kinda immortal “ she winked. 

“ loki died “ he shot back . 

“ loki dies every wednesday and come back saturday it kinda the regular “ she shook her head  . 

“ i can hurt you “ 

“ You can’t because you won’t it’s not in you to hurt your friends bucky and if your scared of him , he is gone he can’t hurt you anymore “ . 

“ what if he isn’t gone . what if he’s never gone laying dormont somewhere inside”. 

“ Then I will kick his ass and wait for you to come back and we will figure away to free you but we both know he’s gone bucky “ her hand laced in his , the conviction of her words and the way he could never doubt the truth in them . 

“ i don’t want to hurt you ever, “ he finally said .  “ I can't lose you,  of the people in my life I couldn't live again , this one i could never come back from if you were gone even more so if i was the one that made that happen …  you doll, your my heart and soul and everything that great in my life i love you too much “  the word he held in so long finally coming out , almost freeing in a sense .  feeling her scramble from her spot ready for her to run out the door and never speak to him again but instead she was kneeling once more in front of him.  Punching his arm taking him off guard before crashing her lips with his making his brain confused  , short circuiting before coming back to the moment  pulling her close to him as he kissed her back with much love  he kept inside for so long . every time she was close and he had to hold himself back would never be the case she was his doll  and that part of him that fear hurting her slowly melted away like ice thawing with the heart of her and his own love burning brighter giving a new sense of strength . 

Pulling away a pure and genuine twitch of his lips , the frown and worried expression long gone a smile was on his face. 

“ i don’t care what your mind thinks if you ever try push me away after that barnes were gonna have problem “ she sighed softly laying herself on his bed pulling him down with her . another thing his dream world never recognised was her strength much enhanced like his own  .  he lay his head on her chest feeling her hands in his hair , nails scratching along his scalp or the the soft hum of a song he heard thor tell them it was a old lullaby their mother sang to them as kids . usually he was afraid to sleep after such a nightmare but with every second of her soft embrace and every sense softly lulled to a comfort bliss , it was the  first time in a long time bucky felt himself smiling as he drifted off to a better  dreamland .  wasn’t long til she felt her own eyes grow heavy  and the call of the dream land calling her name. A tired smile on her lips to mirror his sleep  induced one before closing her eyes , an unspoken promise to keep him safe even from his own mind .   His mind  could be a prison and she would always be the key .

[4unnyr0se]

Haikyuu characters catching you masterbating ?

❥ caught ya! | haikyuu guys catching you pleasuring yourself

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader mentions of masturbation (duh), jealously, fingering, teasing, voyeurism, toy usage, lewd language

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 650

a/n: hopefully i assigned the characters correctly

got a request? my asks are open!

❥ They think it's cute

He walks in on you, knuckle-deep in your soaked pussy, panties hastily pushed aside as you plunge your fingers into your dripping heat over and over again. You were too preoccupied with fucking yourself on your fingers that you didn’t even notice how the door to your bedroom closed, your boyfriend crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against your dresser. He observes how his name falls from your lips like a broken prayer, your nose sniffling pathetically as you try too hard to rip an orgasm out of you. But sadly, your fingers were no match for his own, and they never will be. You squealed in delight as you finally hit that sweet spot that you so craved, only to have your moment of bliss interrupted by your boyfriend's gentle cooing.

“Did my baby miss me while I was working, hm? Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll just stand here and watch. Go on, try to make yourself cum without my help. You’re so fucking adorable, my precious angel.”

SUGAWARA, kuroo, yaku, ennoshita, UKAI, semi, hanamaki, kenma, OSAMU, kita

❥ They think it's stupid

He hears your oh-so-familiar moans behind your shared bedroom and busts in without a second thought. Who the hell was ripping those perfect noises from your pretty lips without his permission? Why, was it you, of course! A bullet vibration practically danced on your throbbing clit while your legs were spread like a slut, your slit drenching the innermost part. Your perfectly manicured hand squeezed your breast, your thumb rolling over your nipple whilst your pearly whites bit down on your bottom lip, hips bucking into the air on occasion. His eyes filled with fury as he ripped the vibrator off your clit, earning an annoyed moan from your slutty mouth.

“What the fuck is this, hm? You seriously couldn’t wait for me to get back so I could fuck you? Who the hell needs this stupid toy when you have me? That’s it. Get on all fours. Right now, don’t fucking test me.”

kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, kyoutani, IWAIZUMI, atsumu, suna, sakusa, ushijima, daichi

❥ They're completely starstruck

Oh, fuck. They have absolutely no idea what to do. He’s fantasized about this so much, and it’s finally fucking happening. He caught you bouncing on a dildo you had bought yourself, whimpering as the silicone head hit every spot so perfectly deep inside your gummy walls. His eyes landed on your pretty fingers, desperately swirling your clit, beads of sweat flying off your forehead. You looked so fucking ethereal, he had to say something. He just had to let you know how fucking pretty you looked!

“Holy fuck, you look so fucking pretty. Can you keep going for me, please? I wanna see you cum over and over again, please, baby girl. I’ll fuck you as much as you want, just put on a good show for me. God, you’re perfect.”

HINATA, yamaguchi, asahi, GOSHIKI, oikawa, akaashi, takeda, TANAKA

❥ They join you

His ears perk up once he hears you mewling in pleasure from your bedroom, eagerly slamming the door open to reveal your hands fucking a vibrating bullet in and out of your weeping cunt, the sheets beneath you a filthy mess. He smirks and practically pounces on the bed, not even bothering to shut the door as he peppers your face in a million kisses. You always look so pretty when you wanna get yourself off. What if he fucked his fist in tandem with you? That's the best idea ever.

“Shit, don’t stop just for me, baby. Let’s cum at the same time, yeah? You wanna fuck yourself with that cute bullet I got you while I fuck my fist to the sight of your pretty tits? C’mon, don’t say no! It’ll be fun, I promise! Then I’ll fuck you nice and good afterward, okay? Thank you, pretty baby.”

nishinoya, BOKUTO, konoha, matsukawa, TENDOU, terushima, yamamoto, lev

[cjjohansson]

i don't want to feel anyone but you.

natasha romanoff x reader - something happens on a mission that leaves natasha ignoring you for a month, until she finds out what actually happened. -- reader has a penis. angst. fluff. smut.

18+!!!!! - masterlist ♡

“It’s been weeks Y/n…what the hell happened on that mission?” Bucky nudges you as you stay staring at the ceiling laying down in my bed. It’s weird for you to be in this bed, in this room. It’s so bare compared to what your room is like with Natasha. You haven’t stepped foot in this room in over 2 years. 

“Y/n?” Bucky nudges you yet again, your head turning to face him, his concern written all over his face. 

“You were both undercover, you both said the mission went fine and got what you needed but since then you’ve slept in this room. The cameras on the jet have been wiped from you on the way back. You both refuse to be in the same room as each other. Nevermind the fact no one even sees your face anymore and Natasha is holed up in the gym for the majority of the day…” 

“Buck…please, just, please. Leave this alone.” You need time and space. You haven’t even allowed yourself time to think about what happened. 

“Ok. Ok, I won’t. But you know where I am if you need me.” Bucky stands up to leave and you let him walk away with no care in the world. 

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It’s 2:52am, well that is what it says on the tiny clock in the corner of the kitchen. You swing the fridge open, hoping someone left you some leftover pizza. 

Just as you're about to grab the box, the door opens slowly. Your head turns to face the other person who is also up at this hour but you're left stock still when your eyes lock with Natashas. 

It’s been 4 weeks since your mission. 3 weeks of not seeing her face at all even though you live in the same building. 

You close the fridge door, suddenly not hungry. You keep your eyes locked on hers. She hasn’t moved either. You're sure you could cut the tension with a knife. 

“Tash-”

“Please don’t.” Natasha breaks eye contact then. Her body folding into itself right in front of your eyes. It hurts you to see her like this. 

“If you just let me-” You try again to just talk but she won’t let you.

“Her hands were all over you Y/n. And you didn't push her away. I was on the other side of the room, trying to do OUR job. While you stood there and let some slut put her hands all over you!” Frustration fills your whole body when she speaks, that isn't what happened. You spent the whole journey back from the mission arguing but she wasn't letting any of it happen. 

“That is not what happened and you know it! People were already staring at me and her. She was the target's sister. I would never cheat on you, ever.”

“YOU LET HER TOUCH YOU!” 

“For god sake Natasha! Do you know how many times i have had to watch you go on fucking honey pot missions and I've stood there silently while random creepy men put their hands all over you! Kiss your fucking neck and grope you?!” You didn't think you could get more frustrated, but somehow you are. 

“That is not fair. And you know it.” Natasha walks towards you finally. Her finger digging into your chest after every word. 

“Friday, pull up my coms and hidden camera from my last mission with Nat.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows at you, then turns her head to the hologram on the kitchen island where your footage is now waiting to be played. 

“Let me buy you a drink.” Leonie, the target's sister whispers into your ear.

“I’m good thanks, my girlfriend will be back in a minute.” You say back to her, moving to the left to get out of her way. Anything to get away from this woman. 

“Well, she isn't here now. Come on, let me buy you a drink and show you a good time.” She whispers to you again, as her arms turn your body towards her and she runs her hands up and down your chest. 

“Hmmm, I’m perfectly ok. Thanks. Now if you could get the fuck off of me and leave me alone that would be appreciated.” You make the point of moving her hands off of your chest, taking another step back. You just wish Nat would hurry up and get what you both needed so this could be over with. 

But Leonie only moves closer towards you, her hands gripping onto you harder. 

“Friday, stop.” The video stops at Natashas words. Her hand swipes the hologram so it fades away. She places both hands on the table and you stay still while you watch her body tense and then ease over and over. 

“I’m sorry. I just, I saw her touching you and I jumped to conclusions. I just-” Natasha turns to you, tears falling from her eyes while she runs her hands through her hair. It’s the first time you’ve seen her in a month. And it’s also the worst you have ever seen her too. 

Dark black bags lay underneath her eyes, she hasn’t been sleeping well. Which you're not shocked about, she can hardly sleep when you're not next to her. Her hair is dirty, her top has old food down the front. She is hardly herself. And seeing her like this, it kills you. She is always so well put together, so seeing her the complete opposite makes everything fly from your head. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. I-I get it. Shhh, come on. I’m here.” You pull her into your arms holding her head to your chest. You knew you’d give in, especially seeing her crying, it has always been a weakness for you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you so much and I just- I should have let you speak but I didn’t. I was so hurt and angry, I’m sorry.” She sobs into your chest, your heart breaking even more. Natasha is never like this, it shocks you so much that part of you doesn’t truly know how to help her.

“I know, I’m sorry too, I’m sorry too baby. Come on, let’s calm down. I love you too.” You pull her head from your chest, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her tears slow down and she finally takes in a whole breath. Her body calmed down. 

Her body slums into your own, one of your hands moving to lift her leg, silently telling her to jump up. Her legs wrap around your waist as you walk you both over to the elevator, pressing onto your shared floor. Natasha’s head stays put in the crook of your neck, while you walk through towards the ensuite. 

You wrap your arm around her waist so she knows to stay put while you lean down and start to run a bath. You know she isn’t going to be able to sleep yet, her body still needs to calm down some more.

You lower her to the floor, a vulnerable whimper coming from Natasha while her feet touch the floor. You make sure to put her favorite bubble bath in before you turn around and help take off her shirt. The rest of her clothes follow soon. But Natashas hand reaching out for your own clothes doesn’t shock you as much as you thought, she needs your touch, she needs your comfort. It only makes sense she wants you in the bath with her. 

You help her in first before you slide in behind her. Her body relaxes into your own before you make her lean forward again so you can help to wash her hair. It’s silent while you help wash each other. Natasha now facing you with her legs either side of your waist, while she rests her forehead on your own with her eyes closed.

You feel Natasha shiver, knowing it’s time to finally get out. You reluctantly pull away, another whimper falling from her lips when you stand up and get out of the tub, making sure to drain it while grabbing both of you a towel. But Natasha only drops her own towel in favor of yours, making her body lean against yours while you wrap you both up in your own towel.

The silence seems comforting as you lead you both into the bedroom, Natasha forgoes her clothes and instead shuffles into the bed, leaving the cover open for you. You already know what she needs and forget about clothes yourself while you follow after her. 

Her chest presses into your own as she positions herself to lay on top of you, the need for skin on skin contact making her body sigh happily. It’s been a month after all. 

She leans up on her elbows, her eyes in line with your own, before she leans down and places a kiss onto your lips, one you’ve been longing for since everything happened. “I’m sorry” She whispers again against your lips, one of her hands moving to your cheek to hold you against her. “I know, I am too.” You reply before leaning up and kissing her again. Her body somehow becomes even heavier on your body while the kiss continues. Your hands caressing her body, clinging to her not wanting to let go. 

Your kiss becomes harder, more meaningful as you both try to show how sorry you both are in your own aways. 

Natasha’s back arches, your hand falling to hip presses her down harder onto you. A moan falling from both of your lips at the action. 

You can feel your body getting warmed up, her body following closely as she continues to grind against you. It’s hard to keep kissing her when moans won't stop flowing out of you. 

Natasha’s hand reaches down behind her own body, falling right onto your slowly hardening appendage. She grabs hold of you, stroking you up and down while you break the kiss to throw your head back, her name falling from your lips while she moves her kisses to your neck. 

Natasha lifts her hips, your hard on slapping against your stomach before she lowers herself to grind along you again. Your hand grips her hair to pull her lips back to your own when you feel how wet she is. 

She doesn’t waste anymore time before she lifts again and maneuvers you to enter her. “F-fuu-ck.” You groan out as you're met with her tight wet walls. The feeling overwhelms you as she lifts her hips slowly down, engulfing you fully until she lifts up again leaving only your tip inside of her. 

Natasha continues to move slowly but with purpose, moans releasing from you both while you somehow still manage to keep the kiss continuing. You swallow her moans beautifully, while your hands finally move to her hips and help her move against you. You need to reach deeper.

Your hands leave Natasha’s hips, one climbing to rest on the back of her neck while the other holds the bottom of her back. She kisses you harder when she feels how possessive your touch is, and it only shocks her when you manage to flip you both over, her head meeting her own pillow while you now take over with the movement of your own hips. Her legs move to wrap tightly against you, holding you close as she finally feels you reach the deepest parts of her. 

“I-I-I love you.” Natasha moans against your lips, your breathing picking up as you fight against the need to thrust into her harder, this isn’t just sex, it is so much more to both of you. “I love you too baby.” You manage to get out while you continue your steady pace, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out over and over again. 

It’s almost impossible to carry on kissing one another, your head falling into her neck, as you breathe her in deeply, her smell overwhelming you while she moans freely into the room.

Natasha grips you tighter, her nails holding onto your back, you can feel how close she is, her walls continuing to clench and unclench around you, making you have to push into her even harder. 

You're both so close. 

“I love you so much Y/n, fuckkkk, please, I’m sorry.” 

“I know, I love you too, you're being so good. I’m sorry too.” You breathe into her mouth. Your hand pulling out from between her and the bed to press onto her clit to help her finally reach the end goal. 

“Wanna cum with you, please y/n.” Natasha’s words encourage you to press, her walls now impossibly tight you can barely move. But you're right on the edge, the same as her. 

“Cum baby, cum with me.” You mutter onto her lips as both let go. Natasha’s hands scratching down your back as her orgasm sends her to cloud nine, your own orgasm causing your body to still while you release inside of her. 

It takes a moment for you to both calm down, heavy breaths now replace heavy moans while you rest your weight on top of her, your forehead meeting her own, causing your breaths to mix together. You go to move out of her but you're met with her hands holding you close once again. She needs this touch, this connection you both do. So you stay nestled inside of her, deciding to pull her body into your own before rolling over and allowing her weight to now cover you instead. Breathy, tired moans falling from both of your lips while you adjust to another new position, both still so sensitive from how hard your orgasms were.

Natasha rests her chin on your chest while she looks at her. Her eyes hazy and full of love, her hand falling onto your cheek while she strokes your cheek. You move your head to press a kiss onto her palm. 

“Let’s forget everything that has happened in the last month. From now on, if something happens, no matter how upset, hurt or angry we are, we always let the other person speak too. No more pushing each other away.” You mumble to Nat, her eyes never leaving your own. 

“Okay, I promise. I love you” Natasha voices back. 

“I promise too. I love you, and I don't want to feel anyone but you.”

[loserboysandlithium]

18+ hoes (in honor of mine and @userchai’s tattooartist!Eddie collab coming soon) warnings: tattoo needle mentioned, dry humping

Your boyfriend is already covered in ink. Almost from head to toe. Almost.

You eye his neck, one of the only blank spaces left on the canvas of his pale skin. “Just one. Baby, please.” you pout up at him as he leans back on the leather table. A grin plastered on his handsome face.

It was his break time and you’d spent almost all of it trying to convince him to let you give him a tattoo.

“Not happening, sugar.” Eddie chuckles, stretching his arms, giving you the tiniest peek at his happy trail.

“I don’t know why you’re arguing with me, baby.” you practically purr as you move to straddle his waist, hiking up your little black dress. “You know I always get what I want.” you tease, your fingertips traveling across his lower stomach all the way to his chest.

“I’m in charge.” Eddie’s deep voice falters as he meets your eyes, doing his best to give you a stern look. You bite your lip, suppressing a giggle as you reach for a pair of black gloves and the small handheld tattoo gun sitting on the tray to your left.

“Is that right?” you pout playfully, slipping the gloves over your thin fingers, knowing you’d already won. He never told you no, and if he did it didn’t take long before he was melting like butter underneath your soft touch.

You click the small button on the gun, the sound sending shivers across your body. A rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins at the thought of marking Eddie permanently.

You weren’t a professional by any means but Eddie had taught you everything you needed to know about tattooing. How deep to go. How to shade. You’ve practiced before just never on an actual human being.

“You won’t.” he challenges, a devilish smirk on his pretty face. He sticks his tongue out, mocking you. You catch a quick glimpse of the silver ball resting on his tongue.

“You love pain don’t you, sweetheart?” you whisper, a small groan coming from deep in his chest at your words.

You can feel him growing hard beneath you. The outline of his thick cock pressing against your thin panties.

“You like to be hurt?” you continue, your fingers trailing down his chest until you reach his pierced nipples. You give them a little pinch knocking a sweet moan from him.

“Mmm, my little masochist. Does pain turn you on, baby?” you tease as you bring the tattoo gun dangerously close to his neck.

“Y-yes.” Eddie stammers, his head falling back, revealing more of his thick neck. You watch as he closes his eyes, waiting for you to make the next move.

You carefully bring the needle closer to his skin, cautiously making your first small line. You watch his jaw clench slightly, the action making you sink a little lower on his lap.

This wasn’t about the tattoo anymore. This was about his sick obsession for both pleasure and pain.

“I can feel how much you love it.” you slowly roll your hips, just enough to make him whimper. His dick growing even harder. You keep your hand steady, digging the needle just a little deeper into his skin.

You work your hips faster, grinding your pussy on his clothed cock, feeling his hardness rubbing deliciously against your clit.

You knew you could get off just like this but what you didn’t expect was Eddie’s sudden ‘arrival’ in his jeans. His hips bucking up against you, his pretty brown eyes disappearing into the back of his head just as you completed his tiny tattoo. A small strangled moan creeping from his throat as his cock twitched beneath you.

Holy fuck.

You place the tattoo gun back on the tray, smirking down at him, waiting for his eyes to open again. “Fucking hell.” he chuckles breathlessly, peeking at you through hooded eyes.

“You okay, baby?” you tease, running your hand down across his crotch, feeling the wet spot growing on the denim.

“Never better, sweets. Now lemme see the damage.” Eddie chuckles, reaching for the small mirror on the tray before bringing it to his face.

“Did you tattoo a dick on my neck?”

“What? No. No, it’s a mushroom. Because the first night we met we did shrooms together. See? See the grass?” you ramble.

“That just looks like fucking pubes, babe.”

“It’s a good thing I know this amazing tattoo artist who could cover that up in no time.” you giggle, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

“You’re lucky I love you.” he mumbles, holding back a smile.

To this day he’s never covered it. And years later he still gets questions about the dick tattooed on the side of his neck which he loves because it gives him an opportunity to talk about you.

*I know dry humping while giving a tattoo is neither smart nor realistic. It’s just a fic for fun 🖤 ily

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Cry to Me

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Notes: Where was I going with this? Idk I just wanted Eddie to be more than a gorgeous sex god okay. He’s Hispanic he is all about that chisme I promise you

P.S What do I have against accounting?!

Eddie loved when you cried during sex, he loved when you cried in general. Which was a little sadistic sounding but god he couldn’t get enough of it. Especially when you’d look up at him with those pretty wet eyes, your lips wrapped around his cock, your nose buried in the soft fuzz. Those were his favorite tears when he fucked your throat over while you begged him to stop, choking on his dick with every hard thrust. 

This time he’s got you pinned to the bed, flat on your stomach. His body flush with yours as he drills your pussy, his arms are carefully wrapped around your head, keeping you in place as he fucks you relentlessly. He goes crazy for the little whiny, whimpering sounds you make. Your sweet gasps, your little “daddy slow down” the watery sobs as you go stupid on his cock. Your head flopping back against his shoulder as he stares into your glassy eyes, your mouth open and drooling. 

Yeah, this is definitely heaven for him. 

“God you’re such a dumb fucking slut” He purrs in your ear, licking his lips at the way your tits jiggle with each rough snap of his hips. 

“Look at you… crying over how good this cock feels, aren’t you capable of anything else?” 

Your tears fall freely, and he grins wickedly, kissing them from your face

“Awwww my stupid little thing, not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours huh?” 

It’s like something in you snaps, your body trembles nervously under his and you let out a strangled gasp. He lets go of your head, and you fall into the covers, trying to bury your face deeply as you sob, your body shaking harder 

“Whoa wait a minute” He can tell, he can hear when your cries change. When it goes from overwhelming pleasure to… something else. He starts to slow down as you cry harder, his hips coming to a stop altogether 

“Baby? Princess?” he lets go of you, turning you over slowly as he pulls out 

“What happened little one? what’s going on?” His voice is deep and soothing as you shake your head, putting your hands over your eyes. He sounds so worried about you, his own hands shaking as he cups your face 

“N-nothing! No, it- it’s nothing k-keep going please just- just keep going” 

Your voice falters on the last few words, wobbling as you sniffle and he shakes his head, grabbing the blankets and moving them around to make space for you two 

“Oh hell no” He pulls you into him now, cradling your body against his and gently pushing your head into his shoulder. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, his heart beating out of his chest

“Tell me what’s wrong baby… I wanna help. Did I do something? Was it too much? I know we don’t do that position a lot…” 

“No! No of course it wasn’t you Daddy. I-I just-“ You hold onto him as you cry into his shoulder, your tears falling down his chest and he rubs your back, humming softly 

“Hey… if you’re not ready to talk about it we don’t have to yet. What if I told you about my day huh? You wanna hear about it?” 

You nod, wiping your eyes again and burrowing further into his chest and he smiles as he strokes your hair softly 

“So, I suppose it started off pretty normal” His fingers trail down your spine “Got to work on time… Buck nearly attacked me as soon as I walked in, apparently he and Tommy got into their first fight”

You gasp a little and he gestures wildly “Yeah!! I know!! Like can you imagine them fighting? But don’t worry baby I got the tea”

You snort and shake your head and he goes back to stroking your hair “Oh you know I wouldn’t come home without it… apparently, Tommy has been staying over at Buck’s like… a lot lately and he noticed that his bedroom was like kinda messy? So he told him he should really clean it up and Buck was all uh you’re my boyfriend, not my mom and Tommy was all okay but if I’m gonna be here as much as I am I’d like it to be a little cleaner and Buck was all okay but it’s my house? And I’m okay with it being kinda messy up here” 

You narrow your eyes a little and Eddie nods fast “Exactly!!! Literally, that’s what I said! On the one hand, Tommy doesn’t really have the right to be asking that of him you know? Because he doesn’t live there. But on the other hand, come on B, have some class and keep your room clean” 

You hook your leg over Eddie’s waist, pushing him forward a bit so you can lay on him more. He lets you adjust yourself in any way you feel comfortable and smiles, kissing your forehead as you seem to be calming down a bit

“Hey you wanna know somethin’?” he says, nuzzling his nose against yours and you blush, looking into his eyes 

“Sure,” you say barely audibly, not trusting your own voice right now 

“I think you’re like, super gorgeous” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at his corniness, and bury your face back in his chest. He chuckles, squeezing you tightly and going back to his story

“Anyway, I told Buck he should really just talk things out with Tommy and tell him that he felt kinda embarrassed when he mentioned it because that’s definitely what it boiled down to. And then- oh my god. Tommy came up to me at lunch-“

He feels your little mouth drop open and it’s all he can do not to shake you

“Yeah!!! Yeah!! And he was all hey can we talk and I was like ummmmm sure and he took me aside and oh my god he was like-“

Eddie makes his voice deeper “Buck and I had a fight. And I was like- baby I swear I did the Pikachu face” 

That gets you to laugh out loud, you press your forehead to his bare chest as you laugh into him. He holds you closer, incredibly relieved you’re back to smiling  

“What did you say” You shake your head giggling and finding your voice again. Eddie rubs your thigh over his waist, before reaching down and easing his cock back into you. You moan softly, holding onto his shoulders as you move your hips on him, adjusting yourself to take him all the way in 

“I said-“ He wraps his arms back around you, his eyes rolling back at your little whimpering noises “I said do you want to talk about it, and he said yeah, so we went for a “walk” around outside? And he was all I don’t know if I should have brought up the mess to Buck and I was like okay why and he was like because he’s right it’s his house and I don’t live there, I think I just got so used to being there with him it felt like I did” 

You push his shoulders back lightly and roll with him as he settles on his back. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest and he grabs your hips 

“And then?” You ask breathlessly and he smirks, watching the way you roll your hips slowly 

“I told him he probably embarrassed him when he said that, and that it’s kind of a keep-to-yourself thing or maybe subtly cleanup for him in a cute gesture. And then I asked him if he wanted to move in with Buck” 

You look down at him, your eyes wide, your mouth open for a number of reasons 

“What did he say???” 

“Let’s just say, you and I are going to need to be free in a couple Saturdays” 

Your body shudders as you claw at his chest, a deep tingling sensation running through your body 

“You convinced them to move in together??” 

“It was a total- fuck” he holds your hips tighter, watching you ride him slowly “It was a total accident” 

“Mmmm and now we’re on moving duty” You tilt your head back, your hair falling back as you bounce slowly on his cock, holding onto his arms 

“Yeah, but they helped you move in here and Buck is our best friend, it’s only fair…. Now, you wanna tell me what happened?” 

You shake your head, your hair swishing back and forth and he reaches up, cupping the back of your head and tilting it up for you to look into his eyes. He knows you’re back in a safe space, comfortable with him now. 

“I’m done asking honey. You want me to punish you for this? Hm? I thought we agreed you tell Daddy everything” 

“I- I don’t-“

He squeezes a little less and looks at you, seemingly worried 

“Baby?”

“Josh from accounting said I was a stupid slut. And when you were calling me that it reminded me of him saying that- and- and all I could hear was him, not you anymore. I felt so- so dirty? And all because I wouldn’t freaking go to dinner with him!” 

Eddie stops all movement, immediately letting go of your throat

“Did you tell HR?” He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone 

“Y-yeah… luckily Stacy heard him say it… god daddy, it was so embarrassing… what- what are you-“

“Go buy four cartons of eggs, two packs of toilet paper, and three rolls of duct tape. I’ll call Bobby and Hen, you get Maddie and Chimney. We meet at my place in 30 minutes.” 

“On it” you hear Buck's voice, not even questioning this before Eddie hangs up and holds your hips, kissing you breathless until you fall over onto the bed 

“Get dressed” He climbs out of bed and you roll over onto your stomach 

“I mean yeah okay but why?” 

He goes into his closet, grabbing his ghost face mask from last Halloween and your Hockey mask 

“Because we’ve all got a fucking car to see”

The next morning you walk into the office, your legs a bit wobbly from the little celebration Eddie had after you came back home that night. 

He’d taken extra good care of you this morning, getting a shower ready, making sure breakfast was hot and on the table for you. He’d even picked out your dress, which was more of a little thing for him. It was his favorite work dress on you, the one with the square neck that pushed your breasts up. With short sleeves and the hem coming in just at what’s an okay length it drives Eddie crazy whenever you wear it. 

He kisses you as he stands with you at the front door of the office building, his hands sliding around your back and pressing you against him 

“You have a good day baby girl”

You set your bag down and start to turn on your computer when you hear laughter from the large windows. Stacy comes running over and tugs on your hand 

“Oh my god. Ohhh my god Y/N you’ve gotta come see this!!!” 

You get up with her, hurrying over to the window, and burst out laughing. Josh is pulling into his “company spot” over an hour late for work. Eddie is still outside the building, literally on his knees, holding onto his truck door as he laughs. 

Josh slams his car door, there’s toilet paper on his shoe as he storms inside. You can tell he’d tried to clean it as best he could but there was nothing that could be done. His car has been covered in eggs and all the paint has been duct taped. The hot California sun has already baked it down permanently. There’s also toilet paper all over the inside of his car (Buck knew how to put the window down and back up) and to top it all off Athena (she wasn’t there) brought the entire makings of a sundae. 

So that way you’d have a cherry on top 

[heartsforvin]

yn walks in on vinnie jerking off and finishes him off

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

LOVE THIS IDEAAAAA !!! decided to switch up the pairings thought it’d make it more fun , i hope you enjoy <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bestfriend!reader

warnings; smut, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), use of pet names, bit of dirty talk, praising

summary; you walk in on vinnie on accident, but decide to make use of an awkward situation

vinnie had texted you about a half hour ago asking if you’d want to go to his place to hang out.

you agreed and told him you’d be there within the hour. you put on a playlist and started getting ready.

you and vinnie had been friends for awhile now, having met at a party a few months back. vinnie didn’t go to parties much, but his friends had dragged him out that night.

you and vinnie had a mutual friend, thus leading up to the both of you meeting.

as time went on you two got to know each other and soon your friendship grew.

finishing up your makeup, you quickly texted vinnie that you were on your way over.

vinnie lived pretty close to you so it only took about ten minutes for you to get to his apartment.

“vin, i’m here!” you shouted as you walked into your best friends apartment. “hi, hera.” you say as you crouch down to pet the cat.

hera purrs as you scratch behind her ear, after a moment you stand and walk over to vinnie’s bedroom door.

you knock quickly before opening the door. “hey vinnie hey, i’m-fuck, y/n.” vinnie scrambles to put a blanket over his waist.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you just realized what you caught your best friend doing.

it was nothing bad, hell if anything it was normal. vinnie sits up and covers his crotch with his hands, even if he’s got a blanket over him.

“need some help?” you don’t know where the confidence to ask such question.

you rarely thought of vinnie in that way, only a handful of times but you had quickly shoved those down.

he’s your friend, friends don’t think of each other like that, and they definitely don’t ask if they need help with the prominent boner under a blanket.

vinnie shifted his gaze between you and something else, not wanting to look you in the eyes. he’s thought about you in that way once, but felt disgusted in himself and never did again.

right now though, with his cock begging to be touched, he can’t help but think about what you’d look like with your lips around him.

“you wanna help me, pretty girl?” vinnie’s voice is deep and low as he asks you. “want your pretty mouth wrapped around me, don’t you?”

nodding your head, you quickly jump onto vinnie’s bed and sit with your ass against your heels.

vinnie smirks as he watches your eyes dart from his to the blanket. you’re unsure of what you want to do first.

without another second to waste, you quickly throw the blanket off him and watch as his cock sits up and waits for you.

“not gonna suck itself now, is it sweetheart?” vinnie teases, placing his hand on your thigh.

your breath hitches at the hand placement, you can’t believe you’re doing this right now. you’ve had fantasies about vinnie before, but never thought it’d happen.

you feel vinnie squeeze the soft plush of your thigh and that gives you all the courage you need to push away any thoughts that might tell you this is wrong.

“go on, sweet girl,” vinnie encourages you. “fuck yeah, that’s it.” he moans out once your hand wraps around him.

your movements start slow, you watch as the last bits of precum leave his tip as he lulls his head back once again.

“so good for me, baby,” he breathes out. you look up at him through your lashes, smile on your face as you continue your movements.

you move your hand a bit faster and vinnie instinctively bucks his hips at the feeling of your hand around him.

“s-shit baby, i’m gonna-“ vinnie’s cut off once he feels your mouth around him. he lulls his head forward to look at you and the sight almost makes him cum right there.

you aren’t able to fit all of him in your mouth so you wrap your hand around the rest of his length.

“filthy girl likes havin’ my cock down her throat, doesn’t she?” you moan around him, batting your eyes at him so it makes him go crazier.

“yeah i knew you wanted this,” vinnie says as he grabs your hair and makes a makeshift ponytail. “always thought about you, about us like this.”

you can’t help but squeeze your legs together at the thought of you and vinnie together. it’s happening right now but you still can’t believe it.

your movements fasten as the words leave his mouth, and soon you can’t help but think of all the fantasies you’ve thought about that include vinnie.

“fuck baby, yeah, keep doin’ that.” vinnie moans out as you circle your tongue over his tip.

vinnie bucks his hips so his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag. “mm, you like that?”

nodding, vinnie does it again, making your eyes roll back. “good girl, such a good girl for me.” he praises.

the throb in between your legs doesn’t fade as he praises you, if anything it becomes more intense.

with your mouth on him and vinnie’s occasional thrusting, you can tell he’s close. “baby, i’m gonna cum,” he warns. “gonna let me cum down that pretty throat?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, vinnie feels you moan against him which makes his hips buck once again at the vibration.

you try your best to nod but it doesn’t work out but vinnie gets the message.

“come on pretty, make me cum.” he tells you, watching you bob up and down on his cock.

“yeah, yeah that’s it. be a good girl for me, come on.” vinnie pushes you even further and soon you can feel the hot liquid run down your throat.

you sit up back on your heels, facing your best friend as he watches you swallow. he smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

you look at him like he’s the prettiest boy you’ve seen. your mind is still foggy and you’re definitely not thinking things you should be thinking about, but you don’t care.

“want me to help you out now?” vinnie asks, and you blush, not realizing it was that obvious.

you nod and vinnie leans in to kiss you, and you gladly meet him halfway.

hiii i hope you all liked this ! i feel like the ending is rushed but oh well 🥲

tags: @cosmicanakin , @lyndys , @forevergirlposts , @bernelflo , @st4rswrld , @laylasbunbunny , @visualbutterflysworld , @leqonsluv3r , @kayleiggh , @slvthrs , @lovingsturniolo , @louloulemons-blog , @hallecarey1 , @supabhad , @violet0182 , @

[strawberryshortcake0413]

Last Hope chapter 4

Hello everyone :D i have finally decided to upload a chapter i postponed for weeks. Hope yall enjoy it, lmk your thoughts and reactions

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

God. 

You were crazy. You were confused and blind. You didn't know whether it was love or hate. 

Hating your kidnapper seems to be the logical explanation most people would come up with. But again, most of those people had not been kidnapped, nor was Leon S Kennedy the one who did it. 

A few days ago, you had played with his nerves more than ever.

You took a small knife from the kitchen when he allowed you to watch him cook. Trying to be sneaky was harder than it sounds. 

You have been his good girl for a whole month, yet trying to steal a knife to kill him. 

Little did you know, Leon had already noticed your little trick, sneakily putting it in your sleeve while you kissed him.

He was happy that you were showing affection without any fuss at first. But when he saw your true intentions, he was furious. 

That same night you tried to stab him when he was sleeping. Or pretending to be asleep, waiting for the right moment to give you what you were itching for.

To say the least, you got your punishment.

Even though you got him mad a couple times during the months you lived in the isolated house, it was never this bad. It never went as far as Leon refusing to acknowledge you or tamper you like his usual self. 

Humans are social creatures. Communication was the key to survival starting from the ice age to the modern world. People need love, someone to laugh and talk to. Without these, life was darker than the pitch of hell. This what you felt like was happening to you. Leon was the only being you talked, communicated, snuggled in for a long time. 

Now he was trying his hardest ignoring and giving you silent treatment. Thinking more about this situation, it was half funny, half painful. 

If you start from the funny part, he was childish. The one who made sure to comment about how stable and mature for a family was now acting like a spoiled, mad 5 year old. 

At the same time, you realized you were truly alone. Here, in this prison of a house, you at least had someone to give a shit about you at least a bit, even if it was toxic. But thinking about your past life, you had nobody for you.

Hell, if you made a bet with a stranger your mom would stab you from the back if she wanted to have your boyfriend in her bed, it was not a lie you would lose a few bucks. 

You are alone in this miserable life with no one except a mentally ill old man. You were sure he had an addiction problem before by the looks of his face. It's easy to tell when you grew up with one. And worked to help those people, sacrificing everything that had the curse to be yours. 

Guilt was filling the room, almost drowning you till you can’t breathe. Even if he was shit, he still cared for you. Were you this pathetic to try to crawl back in the arms of someone you attempted to murder? Yes, you were. But who cares? Who cares as long as he forgives you? You are just going to pretend everything is fine till everything is not and the cycle starts all over.

You felt even shittier when the memory of you holding the knife and sitting on his lap when he was asleep, ready to slice his throat. If your childhood self saw you like that, she would think you’re a monster. 

But in the end, you were one. That’s why you have no one good enough that is willingly to stay with you. 

You had willingly pushed away someone that actually cared for you without even thinking. How stupid are you to try to do that? You cared and craved the attention that came with him. You were just not used to love that you immediately persuaded it as poison.

He locked you in the same room with no food and water for 3 days. No matter how much you pleaded, he wouldn't budge in. 

“Leon… Daddy… Please…” you begged again. You had already lost count of your whining and were begging for him to let you out. 

“I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please?” 

Leon signed hearing your whining repeatedly in the morning before he even had his first cup of coffee. Work was already harder these past few days, your whining made it even more irritating. 

Hell. He should even add a little bit of vodka in his coffee since destiny decided to play with him again. 

Leon had already decided the love of his life bumped into him at the hospital, but he was starting to realize it was an illusion his heart made to bear with the pain of real life struggles.

Leon was starting to see the truth that you will never be someone he wanted. All he ever dreamed of was the perfect american dream where he had a beautiful wife and a few kids running around his house. If the Raccoon city event never happened, he wouldn’t even have looked your way. 

You were rude, wild, inconsiderate, and lacked motherly instincts. Leon was not even sure if you thought like a normal person. He was not blind to your personality. When he was carefully selecting you as his future wife and the mother of his kids, he noticed quite a lot of details. 

The way you responded to children crying, someone immature, or confused people asking for help or getting unlucky in life, he took notes of how you stare at them and how you respond with your body language.

He knew you were not a good person. He knew you wouldn’t be a good, caring mother. 

Despite the fact he refused to acknowledge your real self, he had hoped someday you will grow to love him and want to have children of your own. Little did he know, he felt angry at himself for giving you too much hope. 

In his own delusion, Leon thought you completely had given up the thought to escape and run away. Never in a million years, he would have imagined you holding a knife and almost killing him. 

Now, he didn’t even know if you were the right choice to go with for the rest of his life. 

But listening to your pleas, apologizing, and regrets pulled a string in his heart he hadn’t acknowledged since he was twenty something. 

Maybe you realized you were nothing without him. You didn’t have the basic needs of a human if he didn’t bother to notice you. You should be grateful. You should be grateful he takes care of you better than he takes care of himself. You should be grateful he chose to save you from your miserable little life before him.

But hearing your cries changed his already made up mind. It was something he would only do for you. Something he hoped that would change your mind about starting a family. 

Leon stared down at you with a cold glare as you whined pathetically before crawling and hugging his legs as you sobbed like you’re at your father's funeral. 

As much as he loves his parents, only one memory is engraved on his mind from his childhood. He remembers that day, clearer than water. Holding a bare white rose while people stared at the big hole in the ground as his parents were put to peaceful sleep forever without anyone interrupting them again. 

Standing there alone and confused why his parents would never come back. What did his parents do to be killed like that? Still to this day, Leon doesn’t have any idea why his parents were targeted out of all the people in the world.

His main goal is to never let any of his children go through that pain. Not in a single day he had a moment of lasting peace. Why would he not deserve a little dose of happiness others knew the taste more than once? 

You were his last hope. Last hope for a new beginning. To something he can’t have again.

“I’m sorry. Please. Daddy. I love you. Please, forgive me” you cried, sniffing your runny nose while kissing his legs. As much as you would have loved to make comments about his hairy long legs, you were not in the right position to be sarcastic.

“If you try to pull that shit again, your “daddy, i love you” is not going to work again.” he muttered before grabbing your wrists, pulling you up.

“See what happens when you disobey me?” Leon eyed your tired figure from the lack of food, shower and him.  

“I won’t do it again. I promise.” you muttered, hugging him hesitantly. It was a strange feeling for you. Even before you were forced to show affection, you never felt genuine enough to hug a person before. Sometimes rare visitors would hug you, it only gave you ick.

Something about it made me want to cry, while something else was making you angry at Leon. Where did his promise of taking care of you no matter what went when he was mad? Were you just a little toy for him to abandon when life gives him something sour? Is he someone that would abandon you at your lowest just like everyone else?

Walking into the kitchen you were greeted with a vegetable soup with a slice of bread, poured in the plastic bowl he bought for you specifically. 

“Eat well.” Leon muttered as he sat next, watching you devour the food. 

“Slower. It's not good for the body”

After a few minutes of eating, he brought you into the bedroom, showering you carefully before helping you put on a fresh set of pajamas.

“Sleep” Leon muttered as he laid beside, kissing your temple. 

Warm, soft blanket made you feel like a newborn being swaddled in its mothers tight embrace. After spending 3 nights on the cold flooring of the house, the bed felt like heaven.

Not to mention the fact, after a while Leon would occasionally rub your clit through your pants or give your nipple a hard pinch enough to awaken something in your belly.

As much as he missed you, Leon quickly learned you were even worse than him somehow. The way you begged for another round at 2 am at night proved everything he needed to know. 

“My baby missed me so much. Huh?” the older man smirked, feeling you clench as his pace increased. Your hands went back to the bed sheets while you babbled nonsense.  

“You see how much I love you?” Leon muttered as he stared at your dilated eyes.

As you nodded, he felt a satisfaction he hadn’t experienced in a while. Soon he felt himself finish inside you. 

“Promise me. Promise me that you would love me forever” 

You took a long shaky breath, brain foggy from the your body was being warmed by his warm cum. 

“I will… I will as long as you do” you said as Leon captured your lips in a passionate long kiss. Spit connecting you two still as he pulled away. “Sweet dreams baby”

Next chapter start: Leon grinned to himself as he started connecting all the clues God left for him. Your moody, bratty behavior, sweet cravings, morning sickness. He was trying to tell Leon his dreams are coming soon. 

Now that he knew you were with a healthy child, he was never going to let you go. If he had to fight for the sake of his child, he wouldn’t hesitate even if it’s you. After all, a child was more important than your temporary stupidity. 

[sugdenlovesdingle]

can you write a story where Tommy hides a relatively minor injury from buck and when buck finds out he freaks out( angry) but everything turns out okay in the end

"You brought me here? You ratted me out?"

"Dude, look at the state of you. Don't you think your husband of six months would notice?" Eddie said, parking his car in front of Buck and Tommy's house. "I still don't know why you called me instead of him."

"You're a medic! I needed medical help. "

"Yeah, we have these great places called hospitals. You can go there if you need medical help and they give it to you. They can even give you painkillers or numb the area if you need stitches."

Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Enough with the sarcasm, Diaz. You could have brought me to your place. I would have been fine there for a couple of hours until Evan went on shift. I would have had 48 hours to patch myself up and he wouldn't have had to worry." he moved to try and open the passenger door without hurting himself more, but it was yanked open before he could do so.

"Tommy! What the hell happened?" Evan caught him just before he could faceplant onto the pavement.

"It's worse than it looks." Tommy said and then scrunched his face up. "Wait. No. It looks worse than it is." he corrected himself. "Rough landing. It's fine."

"It doesn't look fine. You look like you just went ten rounds with Mike Tyson." Buck said and turned to Eddie. "What happened?"

"I don't know. He just called me and asked if I could pick him up at Harbor." Eddie shrugged. "He wouldn't let me take him to the ER so I cleaned him up best I could with the med kit I keep in my car... but it's not ideal. That's why I texted you, maybe he'll listen to you."

"Traitor." Tommy said, annoyed. "You're supposed to be my friend."

"I am your friend. And I'm also his. And my ankle still hurts on rainy days so I'm not getting in between the two of you again."

"That was years ago!" Buck protested.

"Tell that to my ankle." Eddie replied. "You good with him on your own?"

"We're fine." Tommy said and tried to slam the car door shut while also keeping himself upright and not letting Evan know how much he was hurting.

"Yeah I can handle him. Can you tell Bobby I'm not coming in today? I'll call him later to explain."

"Evan you don't have to stay home to babysit me." Tommy said both both men ignored him.

"Sure. Let me know if you need anything. I can swing by if we have some downtime."

"Thanks." Evan shut the car door and took Tommy inside and deposited him on the sofa. He gently grabbed his chin and turned his head from left to right. "Did Eddie stitch up your eyebrow?"

"Yeah... I told him to just stick a bandage on it but he insisted. It's fine."

"You keep telling yourself that." Evan told him and sat down on the coffee table in front of him, looking him up and down, trying to figure out if he had any other injuries. "Want to tell me what happened? Without using the word fine?"

Tommy took a deep breath and tried to hide the wince when he did. Evan just raised an eyebrow at him.

"The new probie. I shouldn't have left him fly in this weather."

"He crashed?"

"No, no crash. Just a rough landing. We got knocked around a little. it's f- not so bad."

"You're going to be black and blue in a couple of hours. Have you taken anything for the pain?" Buck asked, accepting he wasn't going to get a more detailed answer right now.

"I was going to get something from the place near Eddie's house. Before he ratted me out and drove me here."

Buck rolled his eyes and got up.

"You're impossible, you know that? I'm getting you some ibuprofen." he gently kissed the top of Tommy's head. "You're lucky I love you."

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send me prompts and I'll write you a ficlet!

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#371

“I’ve talked with Officer Reinhart.  We are at a loss with what to do with you.  We could arrest you and the two men over there for public sexual indecency.  I don’t know much about those two, other than the one runs a construction business and the other is an assistant coach for a high school across the state.  Arresting the three of you would ruin your three lives.  I can’t take just those two men in.  Arresting you, knowing your dad as I do, he would have my badge, Reinhart’s too.  He’s a fucking asshole, and I know you know it too.  I just have to ask, what possessed you from cruising so openly in the city where your dad is the police chief?  That doesn’t sound too smart….

“I mean you were getting spit roasted buck naked by those two men.  You may have been out of sight of the parking lot, but you didn’t even try to hide what you were doing back here between these two abandoned buildings, taking it in both ends buck naked.  Speaking of which, where the fuck are your clothes?...  In your car?...  How the hell did you go from your car to behind this wall in the daylight?...  What?  You’ve been here since dawn?  Jesus!  Were there other guys here?...  Six!?  And those two guys make eight? 

“You fucking whore.  You slut.  Faggot, you are a piece.  What the fuck am I going to do here?  I can’t just let you all go.  I need to think here…. 

“Are you…  Are you getting hard?  You are!...  Wait, are you turned on to me calling you a faggot and a whore?...  If you don’t want to speak, then nod.  Ha!  Thought so. 

“You like to be slapped around, used by men?...  You are just like my girlfriends.  I go to any one of my three girlfriends’ places, smack her across the face, and just shove my cock into any of her holes.  If she complains I just smack her again and remind her that her number one job is to drain my balls.  And if she didn’t like it, there are other bitches to go to dump my jiz in. 

“You’re just like them, another dumb cunt who lives for cum.  I bet you would love it if I did that to you.  You need to be treated like I treat her; ain’t I right?  Don’t answer.  Your pecker is throbbing.  Fucking faggot, there ain’t no way I’m going to stick my fat cock in you.

 “I bet Reinhart would.  He’s a sperm burper like you.  He doesn’t know that I know, but he is…. 

“Reinhart!  Over here….

“While he’s coming over, keep your head bowed, your hands behind your back, and your legs spread a little.  Show him how cum dump faggots behave in front of real men.

“…It seems that pussy boy here is a faggot, you know the type of queer boy that likes to get roughed up by men like us and those two over there.  Look at how he’s leaking, just from me telling him he’s shit.

“What are we going to do with them?... 

“…No shit!?… 

“Well, well, well.  Faggot, faggot, faggot.  So you told those two men over there that your dad is the chief of police, and that if you ever got caught then we wouldn’t or couldn’t do anything to you all.  You faggot.  You fucking manipulative fucking faggot.  Your dad is the one that had us set up these stings.  He’s expecting us to round up what he considers perverts.  And here you are playing games.

“Reinhart, go get those two.  Bring them over here…. 

“Gentlemen!  I would introduce myself, but let’s keep names out of all this.  Address me as ‘Officer’.  You’ll be ‘Coach’ and you’ll be ‘Foreman’.  This is ‘Faggot’. 

“Faggot here thinks he in control since his dad is my boss.  Fuck that.  This is what’s going to happen.  I still have my body cam video where it shows me approaching you two spit roasting faggot here.  It got good looks at your faces, all three of you.  I don’t have to do much to submit that video, and charge each of you.  I can wipe it away without much notice.  No more evidence.

“No I’m not letting you guys go, not yet.  You have to do one thing for me.  For all his game playing, this fag needs to be punished.  I want you two to finish what you started.  Yeah, I want you to fuck his holes.  More like rape his holes.  Smack him around.  Piss on him.  Spit in his face.  Treat him like the faggot whore he is.  Spit roast him.  This will also be filmed, but this will be low enough to hide your two faces.  You won’t be able to be identified.  I don’t want your faces anywhere in here.  And no audio will be recorded. 

“I know what I’m doing.  I’ve been filming bitches getting gang banged for years.  And I know how to get the best shots.  The video is all about the faggot son of the Chief of Police being a fucking cunt whore. 

“I want this video to use against him, or better yet, against his dad sometime later.  The chief is a strict right wing Christian. 

“Faggot.  This is your time.  Go on get back into position over that barrel you were on when I came up.  Reinhart, put the cuffs on him; we don’t need his hands in action.  Foreman and Coach get in place.  I don’t care who takes his mouth and who has his cunt.  It won’t matter as you will be probably switching holes when I tell ya. 

“Coach, I would lose the T-shirt as it has your high school’s name on it….  Nice body.  Fuck yeah.  Use that toilet whore’s mouth.  Remember to smack him if he uses his teeth.  And don’t hold back.  He’s a faggot after all, not one of these queer boys that you would want to ease up on.

“Damn, Foreman.  That’s one giant hog you got there.  It’s going to need a lot of spit.  But don’t put too much though.  Now shove it to the root.  The fag needs to feel its size tearing his cunt up.  You know what the difference between a pussy and a cunt?...  You only care for the pussy….  Now shove it in!

“Fuck yeah.  You hear the bitch screaming around Coach’s cock?  Coach, you feel it hunh?  That smile says it all.  Signal when you are getting close.

“You two enjoy yourselves.  It’s all about your pleasure and his suffering.

“Reinhart, I see you over there rubbing that sizeable bulge of a crotch.  Why don’t you take your cock out and jerk yourself?  I’m not telling anybody; your secret is safe with me.

“Fuck yeah guys.  This is how cum dump whores should be used.  Fags, bitches, it’s all the same.  Use them and then toss them aside.  That’s what they deserve.

“Hey faggot!  Look at the camera.  Let the world see that you live for sucking cock.  I can see it in your eyes that you are struggling, but that you wouldn’t want it any other way.  You have that hunger.  That need.

“Switch holes….  Coach dive in to his pussy!  Foreman, hold up.  Show the faggot your battering ram.

“Faggot look at it.  Look at how it’s all slimy.  That’s from your cunt.  A cum stew from a half of a dozen men.  It’s nasty,… but you need this nasty sludge in your mouth. 

“Fuck this faggot’s throat.  Be brutal.  The focus is on your pleasure.  His should be ignored….

“You ready to cum Coach?...  Then just dump your load….  Don’t pull out….  Fuck yeah! Do it!...  There you go!  Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Yeah!... 

“Foreman, pull back.  Coach here needs the fag’s mouth for clean-up duties.  Why don’t you go back to his cunt and add your load. 

“Hey Coach, if you have to take a piss, just unleash in his toilet throat….  No?  Well pick up your clothes and get going.  You are free to go….  Damn!  That’s one big smile.  It’s either because you had a world class faggot drain your balls, or that you are not getting arrested….  Probably the later….  Go on.  Get out of here.

“Reinhart!  The faggot’s mouth is open.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone you are as much of a fag as the cunt here.  I haven’t told anyone anything in the past five years, I don’t plan on changing that.  And I got enough video here for what I want.  So you don’t have to worry about me filming you either.

“Look at the faggot.  He want’s your cock.

“Hey Faggot.  Is this the first cop cock?...  No? Oh shit!  We’ll have to come back to that another time.  Look at the camera as Reinhart shoves his cock into your toilet mouth.  Now that is the look of a natural born cocksucker.

“Foreman, that’s it!  Ram that cunt.  Hell yeah!  Smack that ass again!  Harder!...  Damn you like making the faggot scream, don’t you….  Making bitches suffer gets me hard too….  You don’t have to wait for me to tell ya’, if you need to nut, nut away!  Yeah, use those handcuffs as a handle.  That’s some serious pile driving.  Don’t worry that you are causing the faggot some pain and discomfort.  That’s his issue not yours.

“Reinhart, get over here.  Let the man do what he needs to the faggot to get off….  This is fucking hot, isn’t it?  Look, your secret is safe with me.  You live alone?...  Good.  After the foreman blows his wad, why don’t you take the fag cunt home?  Finish using him there.  Before you leave, send me the foreman’s contact info… as well as the coach’s.

“Look at that!  Foreman’s getting close….  Relentlessly piling into that cunt.  That’s a fuck machine of a man. 

“GO FOR IT.  BREED THAT FAGGOT’S CUNT!  Fuck yeah.  Make sure he cleans of your cock.  Ha! Ha!

“When he pulls out of the faggot’s mouth, take the cunt back to your patrol car.  Bring him to your home.  I think to boy needs some one-on-one discipline.  I want to hear all the details afterwards.  Good….  He’s done.  Take the fag out of here….  Holy shit!  The fag is rock hard!

“Faggot, go with the officer.  Don’t worry, daddy won’t find out.  And you treat Reinhart well.  Remember, I just took a video of you getting spit roasted.  Don’t do anything stupid.

“Foreman!  C’mere.  That was amazing.  Say, you into women too?...  I’m always on the lookout of men who are willing to use and abuse my bitches with me.  Is that something you would be interested in?  Good, I’ll get your info from the officer.  You like to fuck faggots too?...  I get it; you just like to fuck, don’t ya?  You don’t care about who the hole is attached to.

“You have any bitches on the side?...  No?  What about faggots?...  You have a number on call?  That’s one of the things I like admire about the fag lifestyle, they are so… available.  It takes me some time to find an acceptable bitch.

“Are any of the ones you have like the faggot you just fucked?...  I have to say, I had a hard-on watching you pound fuck the faggot’s cunt.  I wanted in on the action.  I really did.  But fucking a fag is so foreign to me.  I fuck bitches.  But still you didn’t pull back when you were slamming into him.  I want to do that.  So, you have a faggot in mind?...  Cool. 

“I would never want to touch the Chief’s son.  He carries too much baggage with him.  And Reinhart, he’s a great guy, but I don’t know that much about him in this context.  I will find out, but I don’t want to wait.  You think you can call up a faggot for tonight?  I’m so fucking horny….  I want to fuck some ass, and not a bitch’s ass.  After watching the three of you fuck the fag, I need to try it out.  But if I’m going to fuck an ass, I want my first time fucking a fag to be the way I want: aggressive and brutal. 

“Do you have a faggot cunt to call?  Why are you staring at me like that?...  It looks like you are about to say something.  Go on.  Oh, wait a minute….  You want to be that faggot?  You want MY dick in your ass.  Don’t you?...  What nothing to say?  I’m right hunh?

“Hell yeah!  Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck your cunt.  If I’m fucking it, then it’s a cunt.  I never would have thought that you took it up the ass….  I would have thought that you—

“What?  You’ve never been fucked?  Wait, so we will be each other’s first?  Fuck yeah let’s do this.  You have any plans for the rest of the day?...  Cancel them. 

“…Reinhart just sent me your contact info.  You don’t live too far from me.  You are a couple of blocks from this bitch I dumped last year.  I guess you are going to step into her role, at least for tonight.  Come closer…. 

“…Well you handled my face slap pretty good.  This is what you can look forward to.  I get rough, really rough.  But I think you can handle it. 

“Let’s go back to my place.“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

[brotherwtf]

What happens the morning after Gale climbs up into John’s bunk in flight school? 🤭

oh my God I was waiting for someone to ask this.... let's just say Gale's having homosexual thoughts and Johns trying to figure out the meaning of the word

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Gale tried not to think about it.

He tried not to think about what he had done, what he had so foolishly done because he was caught up in the heat of the moment, caught up in his stupid queer feelings for John. He tried not to think about how John tasted, how he felt heavy in his mouth, tried not to think about the salty bitterness of his come.

He also tried not to think about how John seemed to want him to stay, he seemed like he was reaching for Gale when he pulled away, but Gale was definitely reading into that.

He said they would talk in the morning, but Gale decided he was going to go on a run. To try and forget about it, he reasoned. He did about three laps around the base before the thoughts of John's breathy moans clenched fists came back to him, and he finally decided to go back to the barracks. John was likely gone, he probably had missed him. At, least, that's what he hopes.

But John was sitting at his desk, reading Gale's book of poems with his eyebrows furrowed and Gale knew that this conversation had to happen at some point.

"Morning," Gale says, his voice thick and a little scratchy. He winces at the thought of what could have caused it.

John gives him a tight lipped smile, one that conveys he has a thousand things to say but no idea how to say it and it's ripping Gale apart inside.

"So..." John starts but Gale just interrupts him.

"I'm sorry, John. I shouldn't have done something like that, it was foolish and wrong and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I can move out, we can never talk again, I'm just so fucking sorry, John," Gale pleads.

John pauses, mouth hung open in slight confusion as he looks at Gale. He doesn't seem angry or upset, like Gale thought he would be, he just seems so conflicted.

"What? Buck, no, I swear I'm not mad, really. I'm just... I don't understand it because I liked it. I liked it a lot... when you did it," John says and hell must have frozen over because for the first time in John's life he looks embarrassed to admit that, a pretty flush painting John's cheeks pink.

It's Gale's turn to balk, completely taken aback by the tender confession. His mind is spinning. John liked it, he liked it. He didn't hate Gale or think he was a no good queer for what he had done.

"You liked it?" Gale asks carefully and John shakes his head, scrubbing a hand down his face and sighing.

"Yeah? I did, Buck, I liked it when you did it," John admits.

Gale walks closer to John, slowly, until he's standing right in front of him and has to peer down to look at him.

"What does that mean for us, John?" Gale asks, voice barely above a whisper.

One of John's hands experimentally comes up to hold Gale's hand, tries interlacing their fingers and sighs, expression still confused.

"I want to try it, I want to try doing this... whatever this is... with you. You've got me hooked, Gale," John admits, and that's when Gale leans down to kiss him.

It's something tender, just the pressing of lips together with their fingers interlaced, Gale has to bend down a little bit to slot their lips together but it feels good, it feels correct. John's lips are warm and there's a slight scratch of stubble from the scraggly mustache he's been trying to grow, but everything feels right, it feels good, and Gale can't help but smile.

He pulls away and gives John a sweet smile, which he returns and squeezes Gale's hand between his.

"Yeah, let's try it," Gale admits and he leans down to press another tender kiss to John's lips.

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carmy trying to make reader squirt 🤭 it somehow comes up casually and reader is like “oh yeah lol it happened to me once a few years ago but idk how the hell I did it” and Carmy just like short circuits 💀 then he hyperfixates on it for 3 days and when he finally has some time off bro is DETERMINED to make reader do it again. Like brows furrowed in concentration. Fingering them like no tomorrow and breathing heavy. Overstim and talking them through it. Praise. 🫣

Oh my god. ( this is not proofread it is literally 2am)

Carmy’s not super experienced. We all know this. In all honesty he barely knows what squirting is. He thought it was just a thing in porn, until it came up in a conversation between you two.

“I’m pretty sure it happened to me once a few years ago, but I have no clue how I did it.”

“W-wait what? I thought that only happens in porn.” His cheeks begin to flush as he thinks about it. You, with your fingers curling up inside of you, gushing onto the sheets below you.

You giggle at his pure cluelessness. “It can happen, it’s just not common. Some girls can’t do it at all. I didn’t realize I could until it happened.”

“Oh.”

Needless to say Carmen cannot get the idea out of his mind. It literally haunts him at work. He wants to make you squirt. He needs to.

Carmy being the nerd that he is researches the hell out of it, making sure he knows exactly what he’s doing. That Saturday on his day off, he’s determined to make it happen.

His lips are on yours the second he finishes cleaning up the kitchen from cooking dinner. His mouth moves sloppily against yours, teeth clashing together.

“Carm—“ you manage to break away from his eager lips for a brief moment. “What’s the rush? We can calm down a bit, you know. We have all night.”

“I wanna make you squirt. I’ve been— thinking about it non-stop for the past few days. I can’t fucking think straight. Can I? Please?”

How can you refuse him when he’s looking at you with those desperate blue eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You and Carmy work together to remove your clothes. He has you lay down on your back with your knees spread wide. He sits beside you, still fully clothed. “J-just tell me if you want to stop.”

His middle and ring fingers press into your soaked core with no hesitation. Carmy’s studying you, the facial expressions you make, and the way your cunt pulses around his fingers. His movements are slow and gentle at first, but that changes quickly. He quickens the thrust of his fingers while hooking the two fingers upwards. Carmy’s searching for that rough spot, and by your reaction, he knows he found it.

“Carmy! Fuck—“ you hand aimlessly searches for something to hold onto to steady yourself. Carmen offers his left hand, which you grip tightly.

Once he finds the spot, Carmy locks into focus. His thrusts are deliberate, alternating between speeds and making sure to apply pressure. Your hips move out of their own volition. “That it, baby? That feel good?” He asks. His voice his smooth, but you don’t miss the way he’s biting his lip in concentration. His brow is furrowed and sweat collects on his forehead.

“Yes, Carm. Please. Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. I’ve got you.” Carmy continues to pleasure you, only stopping for a brief moment when you neared your climax. He softly shushes your whimper of complaint. “I know, baby. Trust me. You can trust me.”

His pace picks back up before you even know it. His fingertips move at lightening speed, pressing hard at the rough patch at the top of your core. Carmy looks like pure sex, and you’re not even pleasuring him. His face is completely flushed as he breathes heavily, panting for hair. Sweat is starting to pool off of his brow and down the side of his face. His eyes are blown out; only a small sliver of the blue still visible.

“Carm— I’m close. Please I’m so close. Fuck!” Your cries are nearly incomprehensible. Your hips buck against his fingers.

“Cum. Gush around my fingers. Make a fucking mess.”

“Shit— Carmen—“ you moan as your orgasm over takes you. You shutter as you feel liquid spill between your legs. It’s euphoria like you’ve never felt before.

“Good girl! Fuck. That’s it. Keep cumming for me. Don’t stop soaking my fingers, baby,” Carmy praises, watching you in awe. You clutch onto his body as more spurts leave you. He hasn’t slowed down his fingers at all. It’s all becoming too much.

“T-too much—“ you try and tell Carmy, but he doesn’t slow down immediately.

“I’ve got you. You can take it.” He’s still watching your cunt at your hips recklessly move against his hand. He can’t believe he made you squirt. He wants to stay in this moment as long as possible.

After he’s finally decided you’ve had enough, he removes his fingers from you. As if on autopilot, he places the digits in his mouth, licking the remnants of your slick off of them. You pull him down by the back of his neck to kiss him deeply.

“Fuck, Carm. That was— I don’t even know what to say.” You don’t need to think of anything else, though, because Carmen does the rest of the talking.

“You did so good for me. Holy shit that was—God, you’re so fucking pretty. I want to do that over and over and over—“

“Woah let’s slow down a sec. I need to remember which side is my left or or my right first.”

“Sorry… got a little bit excited.”

From then on Carmy loves to make you squirt. His favorite thing to do is bring a mirror into it, so you can see how fucking gorgeous you look squirting around his fingers. Also he definitely starts to try and learn how to make you squirt with his cock after this….

[aesthetictarlos]

not sure if you’re still open for little prompts but i’ve been thinking about buck and tommy having a little argument about something inconsequential before they go off to work, but then one of them gets (mildly) injured on the job. and when they get home the other helps tend to their (little) cuts and bruises. and idk there’s lots of softness and little i’m sorries and we’ll try not to leave mad again because you never know what can happen in their line of work and now we have something important to come home to, etc. 🥹

Thank you for the prompt, it took me a while but here we go ❤️ I'm not sure about this one because angst is not my thing but they're so cute together so I hope it's good enough!

Buck nearly jumps out of his skin as he hears the key turn into the lock. He's been staring at the ceiling for the past two hours or so, losing track of the time and missing the fact that Tommy's shift ended twenty minutes ago.

His stomach churns at the unfamiliarity of all this; he'd normally stand up real quick to go greet his boyfriend with a hug and a soft kiss, but today he remains on the couch, silent and tense. Waiting.

"Evan?" Tommy calls from the hallway, and Buck can picture him toeing off his shoes and throwing the keys in the bowl on the small cabinet near the door. There's a bit of uncertainty laced to his voice, and Buck hates it.

"I'm on the couch!" He says, clearing his throat, and braces himself for– he doesn't even know what.

"Hey," Tommy murmurs, padding into the living room. "Wait, why are you home already?"

Home. They've been living together for a month now, but he's still not used to hearing Tommy say it.

Buck cautiously lifts his head up to meet Tommy's eyes and something breaks in his chest as he notices how Tommy's face crumples in worry as soon as he spots the purplish bruise adorning his cheekbone and the nasty scrapes along his arm.

"What the hell happened? Fuck, Evan, are you okay?" He asks, and instantly sits next to him on the couch, reaching out to grab his chin and angle his face towards him. "And why didn't you call me?"

Tears prickle Buck's eyes as he stares at him, mouth suddenly dry. "I– I tackled a man on the asphalt. I'm fine, just a bruise and some scratches, nothing broken even if my ribs hurt a bit. That's why Bobby sent me home."

Tommy caresses his cheekbone and his gentle touch feels so good that Buck might cry. "You don't look fine. Your face is swelling, and– Why didn't you call me?"

Buck ducks his gaze and shrugs. "I didn't– I didn't know if I could call you. We– We argued this morning and we haven't spoken all day long and–"

"Oh, Evan," Tommy sighs, shaking his head. "Of course you could've called. You should have," he cuts him off softly, cupping the side of his face that's not bruised. "I don't even remember why we argued but having an argument doesn't mean that I don't care about you. Evan, I wasn't avoiding you, I had a gruelling shift and I thought you wanted some space. You– You told me–"

"That I was glad we were both on shift so we wouldn't see each other for a while," Buck supplies, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, I– I was mad. I didn't mean it. I missed you."

"Me too," Tommy whispers, bringing their foreheads together. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Buck collapses against him, curling his arms around his neck to pull him close. "I love you. And I'm sorry," he repeats, voice raspy.

"We can't let this happen again," Tommy says, brushing a hand up and down his back.

Buck pulls back to glance at him. "We can't," he agrees. "What about we promise each other to never leave mad again? We don't argue that much, but we both know it will happen again and–"

"And when it happens, we will find a way to clear the air before one of us has to leave for work. And I also don't want us to go to bed angry with each other," Tommy says, reaching for his hand and squeezing.

"Neither do I," Buck admits, and smiles as he holds out his pinky. "Pinky promise?"

Tommy chuckles, hooking his finger to Buck's. "Pinky promise."

[indigoflorals]

droupout (18+)

Rafe Cameron x Reader

You come home from college to visit your boyfriend after months apart.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, spanking

꧁༺ ༻꧂

“You know, I’m convinced you should just drop out.”

Your boyfriends hands roamed the expanse of your bare chest and waist. He groaned into your mouth in between peppering light kissing along it.

“You know I can’t, Rafe.” You moaned as his fingers pinched your right nipple, toying with it. “As much as I love this, I have my career to think about.”

Rafe huffed, leaning back to peel his own shirt off in a fluid motion. “You know I’d take care of you. Make you my fucking wife. You’d never have to work again.”

You giggled at his remark as you ran your hands over his muscular arms. “It’s not about that. But you can make me your wife all you want.”

Bringing you into a soft kiss, he pulled you into his lap roughly to grind against him. You moaned against him, feeling him already straining in his sweats.

“Did you miss me?” You teased, running a finger down beside the outline of his dick.

He groaned quietly, pulling you into another rough kiss.

“Don’t tease. I’ve had a long fucking time to think about what I’ve wanted to do to you.” He practically growled in your ear, giving a sharp smack to your ass.

You whimpered, pressing farther forward into his chest at the stinging feeling on your ass. “You can have me, Rafe. Any way you want.”

A surprised gasp escaped your lips but was muffled by his kiss as he flipped you downward onto your back. You moaned into the feeling of his heavy body pressing into yours, pinning you to the soft mattress.

Only your panties stood between him and your sex now, and he wasn’t going to wait. “Need to fucking taste you.”

He slid down your body, placing kisses against your stomach and pelvis until he reached your panties. Face to face with them, he hooked a thumb into the hip of your underwear and dragged them down.

Your pussy was exposed to his face now, and he looked like a man starved. Without hesitation, your boyfriend dove into your cunt. He latched onto your clit, sucking and twisting his tongue around it as you mewled above for him. Your fingers knotted into his hair.

“Oh Rafe,” You bucked your hips into his happily reviving mouth, “So good, missed this so much,”

He moaned into your pussy and the vibrations rumbled throughout. With a cry you came against his lips, and liquid ran down his chin.

“You’re so sweet. Don’t think I can ever go that long without you again.” He wiped his chin simultaneous to pulling himself out of his boxers and sweats. “Are you ready, baby?”

You nodded furiously, pushing your hips toward his flushed and leaking tip. The feeling of him sliding in was incredible. Like a missing puzzle piece that had finally been placed.

“Fuck, pretty girl, I can’t last long. Missed your pussy.” Your boyfriend thrust his hips into you with vigor, and esch stroke filled you with pleasure.

You grasped at his, fingernails catching, sure to leave marks he wouldn’t take the time to explain to anyone.

You were his and everyone knew it. He just so happened to enjoy placing love bites along your neck.

You cried at the ecstasy of him brushing every place inside of you that you couldn’t reach on your own. It was fantastic. Clenching around him, you felt his hips stutter as his hot cum filled you in a rush, “Oh baby, fucking hell.”

You rubbed Rafe’s back and head, fluffing his hair as he planted kisses to your collarbone.

“Please don’t go back to college.” He squeezed you into a hug. “I can take care of you here. Protect you here.”

You giggled at his remark. “I have to, Rafe.”

“Be my wife, then.” He pleaded, kissing your neck again.

“Since when are you so mushy?” You laughed at the glare he shot your way. “Anyway, my answer is the same as it was the first two times. After I graduate.”

He huffed in defeat. “Fine.”

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 35

summary: You're pushed to your limits in a life-or-death struggle, forced to make a devastating choice. When Daryl finally finds you, he fears he might've been too late.

warning: this is a very serious warning, extreme violence towards fmc & other characters, seriously use discretion if you are not ready for gore and violence against people. This chapter was really heavy to write, and my heart hurts for fmc.

You

Shane leans down again, his voice a low, venomous whisper, as he uses the moment to get on top of you,“I should’ve been done with you a long time ago.”

Shane’s weight presses down on you, forcing the air from your lungs as he pins you to the ground. His hand grips your throat, taking your breath from you completely, sending waves of panic through your body. You look up into the face of someone you once knew— once loved, trusted, counted on. You didn’t know this person. This Shane was terrifying, dangerous, and an absolute stranger.

“Go to hell—“ you choke out, but he pulls you up and slams you back to the ground, making you gasp as stars fill your vision.

“Y’know what’s gonna happen next?” he growls, his eyes dark with twisted satisfaction. “I’m gonna finish what I started with you, and once I’m done, I’ll go back to the group. Tell ‘em I found Randall on you, but it was too late. He crushed your windpipe. Found him with his hands around your neck just like this. I’ll say I chased him into the woods, killed him for what he did to you. And then, I’ll get Rick out here lookin’ for your body. Just me and him. Finish the job once and for all.”

The cold, finality in his voice sends a fresh wave of terror through you, his plan clear and horrifying. His knee digs into your thigh, immobilizing you beneath him, and your muscles scream with the effort to break free. You struggle, your hands clawing at his wrist, trying to pry him off, but it’s no use. He’s too strong, too heavy. His breath is hot against your face, his eyes wild, filled with something dark and predatory. You can feel the desperation rising inside you, the suffocating reality that you might not get out of this. Your body doing everything it can to just survive. 

The memory hits you then, unbidden—a flash of Merle pinning you down years ago, his rough hands holding you in place, the smell of whiskey on his breath. Back then, you’d fought like hell, thrusting your hips up to throw him off balance, using the only leverage you had to get him off of you.

You try it again now, your body reacting on instinct, your hips bucking upward in a desperate attempt to dislodge Shane, to throw him off. But this time, it doesn’t work. He barely moves, he’s too big. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. He’s too strong. He’s not moving.

“Stop fightin’,” Shane growls, his voice low and menacing, filled with frustration. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

Your chest burns with the need for air, and panic claws at your mind. Think. Do something. You are not going to die here like this. Your thoughts race, and then another memory flickers to life—Merle, his mocking grin, that disgusting kissy face he made when you had him pinned.

It worked before. Maybe... maybe it could work again.

You force your body to relax for a split second, just enough for Shane to think you’ve given up. His grip on your throat loosens slightly, his hand still heavy but no longer crushing your windpipe. His eyes narrow as he watches you, like he’s waiting for you to try something stupid.

And then you do.

You move quickly, leaning up toward him, pressing your lips to his in one sharp, sudden motion. Shane freezes for a second, shocked, and you can feel the smugness in his pause, like he thinks he’s won. But the moment his lips meet yours, you bite down—hard. The taste of blood fills your mouth as your teeth sink into his lower lip. 

Shane jerks back, howling in pain as your teeth sink into his lip, blood spilling down his chin. He flails, momentarily thrown off balance, but he’s still straddling you, his weight heavy on your hips. His hand flies to his mouth, blood dripping between his fingers, his eyes wide with fury and shock.

“You crazy bitch!” he snarls, but he doesn’t move off you. He’s still on top, still too close, and you can feel his rage boiling over.

Your heart pounds in your chest, fear pulsing through your veins, but something else clicks in—survival. In that moment, as Shane rears back, you feel the slight pressure on your side—the knife. Daryl’s knife. The handle presses against your skin, cold and steady, like a lifeline in the chaos.

Your fingers brush against it, instinctively wrapping around the hilt. Shane is distracted, wiping the blood from his face, cursing under his breath. He’s still straddling you, but now you have an opening, a split second to move.

Without thinking, you pull the knife from your side, your hand steady despite the fear flooding your system. Shane’s too focused on his own pain to notice, still muttering under his breath, his free hand clenching into a fist as he prepares to strike again.

This is your chance.

With every ounce of strength you have left, you bring the knife up, aiming for his chest, his stomach, anything that could be lethal. The blade flashes in the moonlight, and before Shane can react, you thrust it forward, sinking the blade deep into his ribs.

His body jerks, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as he looks down, eyes wide in shock. His hand shoots to the wound, blood already pooling beneath his fingers. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and his choking disbelief.

Shane stumbles, his weight finally shifting off you as he tries to steady himself, but it’s too late. You’ve already made your move, and this time, there’s no turning back. You wrench the knife from his side, your hands shaking as you feel your strength returning—just enough to crawl on top of him. With a surge of desperation, you drive the blade back into him, to the hilt.

It’s like you’re not even in your own body anymore, your mind detached from the horror of what you’re doing. The only thing grounding you is the frantic sobs tearing their way out of your chest. They’re loud, uncontrollable, pouring from you like a tidal wave of everything you’ve been holding in—fear, rage, grief.

You yank the knife out again, blood slicking your fingers, and then you plunge it back in, your entire body trembling with the effort. The will to survive is the only thing driving you, pushing you to keep going. Your tears mix with the warm blood spilling over your hands, over his chest, as you sob so violently it feels like your ribs might crack from the force. The noise of it—your gasping, broken sobs, the sound of the knife sinking into flesh—blurs together into something almost primal, something you can’t stop.

Each sob wracks your body, shaking you so hard that it’s impossible to catch your breath. It feels like the earth is crumbling beneath you, your entire world collapsing with the weight of everything Shane has done, everything he’s said. The tears blur your vision, spilling down your face in hot streams, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop.

When you no longer have the strength to lift the knife, you collapse over him, your body shaking uncontrollably. The sobs are still coming, earth-shattering and broken, ripping through you as if your body is trying to expel every bit of fear, every ounce of pain. You’re doubled over, clutching your at the knife buried into Shane’s torso, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. It’s all you can do to keep from crumbling completely. His body has gone completely still.

The world spins around you, your sobs the only thing filling the void. You don’t even feel the ground beneath you anymore, the shaking so violent that it feels like your body is breaking apart piece by piece. The tears keep flowing, mixing with the blood on your hands, on your face, until you’re drowning in it all—drowning in the panic, the grief, and the overwhelming relief that somehow, despite everything, you’ve survived. 

But then, the heaviness of it all crashes down on you at once—the exhaustion, the pain, the sheer terror. The pain in your body is overwhelming, and you can feel where your skin is raw and already bruising. With every breath you suck in, your ribs sharpen with pain. Your muscles go weak, trembling uncontrollably. Your vision blurs, dark spots creeping in at the edges. The adrenaline that had been fueling you drains away, leaving only an unbearable pain and heaviness.

With one last shaky breath, your body gives in. You collapse sideways onto the ground, the cool earth pressing against your cheek. The blood on your hands seeps into the dirt, and you try to move, but your limbs are too heavy, too numb.

The darkness pulls at you, and this time, you don’t fight it. Your eyes flutter shut as the heaviness of your limbs– the weight of everything drags you under, and then... nothing. The world fades away.

—-

Daryl

Daryl emerges through the trees, seeing your paused footsteps, maybe catching your breath, probably grateful to see the house in the distance, its flickering lights in the window. You think you’re safe, that you’ve finally made it back.

As he steps into the clearing, something stops him dead in his tracks.

At first, it doesn’t make sense—two figures on the ground, motionless, covered in blood. His breath catches in his throat, his heart hammering as he moves closer, his body moving on instinct. His mind screams for it not to be you, but the closer he gets, the truth is undeniable. His chest tightens, every step forward like a nightmare.

It’s you.

And beside you, another figure—Shane—lying unconscious, the knife Daryl had given you still buried deep in his chest.

Daryl drops to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reaches out. You’re covered in blood, so much blood. He prays it’s not your own. Your body is limp and lifeless on the ground, and his breath hitches, panic clawing its way up his chest, tightening around his throat.

“Y/N,” he chokes out, his voice barely a whisper. “No, no, no...”

His voice cracks under the weight of the sight of you, blood smeared on your face, splattered up your neck and over your clothes. His breath ragged, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He pulls you into his arms, his heart thundering in his chest as he cradles your body, his fingers brushing against your blood-soaked skin. It feels like the world is caving in around him, his pulse racing with the sickening realization that you aren’t moving. He can’t tell if you’re even breathing. The night around him collapses as he thinks of the possibility that he’s too late. He rocks you gently, holding you close, praying for something—anything—for you to stir, to open your eyes. But there’s nothing. Only the deafening silence of your stillness.

He presses his forehead to yours, his voice shaking. “C’mon, Y/N, please, please,”

The sound of rustling behind him barely registers at first, but when he hears the low, gurgling growl, the blood in his veins turns to ice. Slowly, Daryl lifts his head, his grip tightening on your lifeless form. His eyes flick up to see it—the thing awakening next to you, snarling, its dead eyes locked on him. The horror that he’s already living in intensifies.

Shane, or what’s left of him, rises from the ground, his deathly blue body jerking unnaturally, those lifeless eyes filled with the same hunger that all walkers have.

Daryl’s heart pounds in his chest, panic and rage twisting together in a storm. He clutches you tighter, his mind screaming for him to protect you, to do something, but he can’t let you go—not when you’re lying there so still, not when he has no idea if you’re still alive. Shane is beginning to stand on clumsy legs, his arm stretching out towards both of you. 

But then, a gunshot echoes through the night.

Daryl jerks, blinking in shock as Shane’s body crumples to the ground, dead for good this time. Rick stands a few feet away, his gun still raised, his face pale with disbelief. His jaw tightens, lip curling in angry resignation at the scene in front of him. His gaze flickers to Daryl as he holds you in his arms.

Rick’s voice is tight, strained. “Is—is she?”

Daryl can’t find the words. His voice is stuck in his throat, his mind too consumed by the sight of you lying in his arms, covered in blood. His limbs shake uncontrollably as he holds you even closer, his head tucking into the side of your face, pressing his forehead to your cheek. He can’t stop the violent shuddering in his body —the panic climbing in his chest, making it impossible to breathe. Please, please. Wake up.

There’s so much left to say, so much time lost in the years he didn’t have the courage to speak to you. All his guilt, his regret for letting you two fall apart. He thought he’d made up for it in the time spent the past few weeks. But now, holding you in his arms like this, he realizes there was never enough time—there never would be enough—to make it up to you.

But then, something makes him pause. Daryl draws back just enough, his broken, whispered pleas falling silent. He felt it. The ghost of your breath against his skin—so faint, so fragile, but there. His eyes widen in disbelief, his hands trembling as he moves one to your neck, pressing the rough pads of his fingers just under your jaw, where deep red marks paint your skin—desperate for confirmation.

For a second, he fears it had just been wishful thinking, but then—there it is. Underneath his fingertips, the faintest pulse, barely there but real. His breath hitches, and a ragged sob tears from his throat as the relief hits him like a flood. “Oh, God,” he whispers, pulling you flush against him, not caring about the blood that smears onto his skin and clothing, “You’re alive. You’re okay,” he looks over to Rick, “She’s alive!”

The overwhelming rush of emotions—relief, worry, shock—mix together as Daryl cradles you close, his heart still racing. You’re alive, but barely. He can feel how fragile you are in his arms, and the terror of losing you still hangs heavy in the air. Rick doesn’t reply though, his eyes are on the trees, frozen, until he suddenly crouches down, coming toward Daryl in a rush.

“Daryl!” Rick’s voice cuts through the haze, urgent and laced with fear, but low enough to be a whisper. He crouches next to both of you, eyes darting through the trees. “We need to move. Now. Stay low, GO!”

Daryl’s head snaps up, reality crashing down around him. Snarls—low, guttural—are growing louder. The shuffling of leaves under dragging feet sound closer as the seconds tick by. His senses sharpen as he finally registers the sounds of walkers coming through the trees. He can’t see them yet, but the overlapping of rattling breaths and rustling of the forest floor tells him it’s too many he can handle here, just him and Rick. The gunshot. There must’ve been another one of those herds nearby, drawn in by the chaos, by the screams, and finally by Rick’s pistol.

There isn’t time. They have to go—now.

Without another word, Daryl shifts, pulling you into his arms as he rises, his body running on instinct. He rises quickly but carefully, keeping you close to his chest as he moves. His legs are shaking, but his resolve is strong. You’re alive, and that’s all that matters. He isn’t going to lose you.

“Stay low,” Rick repeats, his voice low and urgent, already moving toward the trees. Daryl follows, his eyes flicking between you and the shadows of the woods, his heart racing in time with the approaching snarls.

They’re running out of time.

[natsgrave]

PICK UP LINES | natasha romanoff

a/n: this is my first time posting and using tumblr, so i don't really know how this shit work, lol. also, i'm not good with summaries and english is not my first language, forgive me. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

Y/N'S POV I was looking at Natasha while she's talking to Bruce seriously, I was wondering if should I do the thing that I saw earlier. A couple exchanging some corny pick up lines. I've been hiding my feelings for her for like a year or two now. Well, what can I say? I'm not really a vocal person and she's very hard to approach.

A cold-hearted ex-assassin spy, how am I supposed to tell her that I'm in love with her? It's hard! She's hard to read and I don't want to ruin what we have now, I don't want her to be uncomfortable and feel weird around me after I confess. Why is it just so impossible?

"Y/LN!!" someone shouted snapping out from my thoughts. I look around and saw Bucky standing at the corner. He made his way towards me and sat down before flashing me a smile.

"What can I do for you, Buck?" I asked.

"Why are you looking at Nat?" He asked with a smirk, and I can feel my face turns red. I'm blushing, oh my god!

"I'm not." I lied as I cleared my throat. He puts his hand on mine and smiled at me genuinely, "It's okay, I'll support you with anything and I'll suggest go get your girl." He said and poke my side making me giggle.

"Bucky stop! It tickles!" I said between laughter but he didn't stop.

While you and Bucky are having your fun, your laughter and giggles caught Natasha's attention. Her heart tightened when she saw you with Bucky, happy. Not that she doesn't want you to be happy, but she want it to be her. She wants to make you happy and give you everything. But she didn't know that you and him are just friends, and to be honest she's the one you're in love with.

"Okay, Bucky! Stop, please, I can't take it anymore!" and finally, he stopped while I start to catch my breathe. I wiped the tear that came out from my eyes because of laughter. Bucky pulled me into a warm embrace and whisper to me, "Go, tell her that you love her before it's too late." He encouraged me before pulling away. I smiled at him and nod. He mess with my hair a little before walking away.

Shortly after Bucky left, I look over where Nat and Bruce are and found Natasha already staring at me. When our eyes met, she turned away quickly and walks out causing me to tilt my head because of confusion. What happened to her? I shrugged my shoulder and start thinking about something to confess my love for her with positive things on my head to boast my confidence.

The night comes, and all of us gathered in the lounge. I was sitting on Bucky's right side while Steve is on the other side of him. Natasha is sitting beside Bruce, talking again about only god knows what. Wanda is with Vision cooking something, while Tony and Clint are just messing around.

I keep stealing glances at Natasha and I'm glad she haven't noticed it yet. But, unlucky me, Bucky notice what I'm doing and nudges my shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing? Talk to her!" He whisper shout.

"You know it's not that easy, right?" I whispered back and he rolled his eyes to me before looking at Natasha. I grab my drink before hearing Bucky cleared his throat making me look at him, confused.

"Hey, Nat." He calls out. Natasha instantly dropped his conversation with Bruce and look at him, "Why?" She asked. I took a sip from my drink while waiting for his response. "Y/N wants to talk to you." He said hiding his smirk while I choke out from my drink. I gave him a look and he just smirked at me, "What the hell, Buck!?" I whispered and slap his arm, not the metal one because I'm not stupid. He just shrugged and lean back to the couch before I turn my gaze over to Natasha and found her eyeing me already causing me to blush and a smirk forms into her lips. SHE DIDN'T EVEN TRIED TO HIDE IT!

"What do you want, Y/N?" She asked with her raspy voice and I swear to god, her voice is enough to kill me. Clearing my throat, I asked and pointed outside, "Can we talk in private, please?" She nods and start to walk outside with me following her behind but before that I look at Bucky and he mouthed a "welcome." I rolled my eyes and give him a finger.

Once we're outside I felt myself getting nervous every passing second and my palm starting to sweat. She turned around and looks at me, "What is it, Y/N?" I took a deep breath and think about what I'm going to do, having second thoughts. Should I really do this? This is going to be so embarrassing and will probably ruin our friendship! 

"Y/N?" She speaks again.

"I just wanted to ask if you're a bank loan?" Natasha's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes looked at me confused, "What?" she asked.

"Because you got my interest." I finished before mentally cursing myself for the stupid and corny pick up line that I spill.

"What are you doing?" She asked hiding her smile.

"I'm trying to be sweet, just give me a sec." I said lifting my pointy finger and think about something else. She kept silent waiting for me to embarrassed myself even more.

"Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future." Once again, myself received a mentally cursed from me. Natasha let out a giggle which she tried to cover with cough. I smiled to myself knowing I'm doing good even though I'm embarrassing myself in front of the that girl I like.

"Your hands look heavy, can I hold it for you?" I blurt out and this time with confidence. She shakes her head and smiles, "Why are you doing this exactly?"

"I, uhm— I like you, Nat. Actually, no, scratch that. I love you, Nat. I don't know when and how but one day, I just woke up and suddenly felt this, I've been in love with you for a year now, and I'm not expecting you to like me back. I just want you to know what I feel because everyday, it's getting hard to hide it anymore. I don't know if you're with Bruce because of how close you two are but please, after this don't ignore me, distance yourself from me or feel weird around me. Even you don't feel the same, I still want to be your friend. It's fine by me." I rumble and catch my breathe. She looks at me searching my eyes if I'm telling the truth.

Once she's satisfied she flashed me a genuine smile and walks closely to me before taking my hand, not breaking the eye contact.

"Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?" She said and smirked at me.

I feel my face start to heat up, and turning into a crimson red.

"Th-That was nice." I said and nervously chuckled.

"You look so cute when you're nervous, but, I'm serious." She softy said and flashing me another smile. My eyes widen and pointed myself, "You like me too?" I asked with a shocked tone still pointing at myself. She nods and pulled my neck as our lips locked.

Her soft and sweet lips, I grab her waist to pull her closer to me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled away, resting our foreheads together.

"I love you too, Y/N." She confessed causing a smile to form into my face and hugs her tight which she gladly returned.

"You don't know how much this meant to me, Nat. I'm so happy." I mumbled, feeling her giggles.

"I am too, I thought you and Bucky are together because you guys are so close."

"I can say the same with you and Bruce." I replied not pulling away from the hug and walks impossibly close to her.

"You can't get any closer, baby." She chuckled.

I cupped her face and pecked her lips, "Why is your pick up lines are so good and sound so descent, while mine sounds so cringe and corny?" I asked teasingly. She poked my nose before cupping my cheeks, "It's actually sweet, I like it and I love you." She smiled. "Let's go back inside, I think they're looking for us already." I said and starts pulling her back inside. Before we can enter, she stops at the door and turned me around before kissing me. When she pulled away, she smiled at me cheekily which received a giggle from me. We walked back hand in hand causing everyone to notice us.

They gaze goes from us going down to our hands. Bucky let out a very loud cheer, screaming "yes" over and over again all the while Wanda gasp, and smiles form into others faces. I look at Natasha and she did the same.

"I love you, Natasha Romanoff."

"I love you too, Y/N Y/LN."

[skulla-rxcks]

A wolfs puppies

Paring: werewolf!chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: cr3ampie, breedlng

Day 31 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

A/n: sorta pt2 of werewolf in heat, it’s not needed to read it but you’ll understand what’s happening better if you do :)

P.s; i’m afraid kinktober has come to an end, thank you for all the new supporters and all of the reads on my stuff throughout this month, as much as it’s been tiring for me, i’m really fucking thankful for all of you <3

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the woods, after what happened last time I mean; a whole fucking werewolf fucked me against a tree, definitely something that wouldn’t happen on a daily day basis, hell. I didn’t even believe in myths like werewolves before then. Maybe I should go back and see how he’s doing, If I remember correctly Chan was his name.

Anyways I should probably head off now, maybe I’ll bring him some food too? Maybe I’ll meet others like him sometime. I sigh going to my fridge and grabbing a chunk of cooked beef, he’d eat that right? Either way, I slip on my boots and exit my house, as I shut the door I think about why the fuck am I going out at like 12AM again, but whatever I guess, it’s a full moon tonight so hopefully that’ll up my chances of him showing up.

I made my way to the path once again and begin to walk down it, a smile forming on my face as I see the familiar trees get closer and closer to me. I continue to walk down the pavement until I reach the lake, taking a seat on the log before frantically looking around if I can find the strange creature from about a week ago.

The stars are brighting so I pay my attention to them as I’m waiting for the man/werewolf thing to come out of the shadows. It doesn’t take long until I hear a rustle in the bushes, followed along with someone tapping my shoulder.

“Oh, you’re back” a voice says to me, I turn around. It’s Chan, it’s really him. “Y-yeah I uhm, wanted to see how you were doing.” I stutter as my cheeks become visibly flustered.

“Ah, I’m not too bad myself, what about you?” He replies. As I’m thinking of an answer I pull the slab of meat out from my bag and hand it to him. “I’m okay, t-this is for you, I sort of have an idea what you’ll eat but I also don’t..” I turn my head embarrassed.

“Oh thank you~ of course I’ll eat anything from you.” The creature smirks. “So why did you come here this late again? It’s pretty dangerous for a girl to be walking alone in the woods, or perhaps.. you wanted something from me” Chan whispers into my ear before pulling away to see my bright red face.

“I.. I told you, I just.. wanted to see how you’ve been and if you want anything else from me..” a splash of fear and lust runs through my veins, also being visible on my face too.

“Hmm? Only that? Fucking boring, well may I at least one thing. Has your body recovered from me breaking your pretty little cunt yet..?” He grins, taking my hands in his.

“C-chan.. why are you asking?” I question, feeling my cunt grow wet as I drip down my thighs.

“Because I want to fuck you again. I want to breed you, fill you with my puppies and claim you as mine.” He responds boldly with no hesitation at all, making me gasp in shock as I feel my body growing weak due to the slutty words he’s saying to me.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good you felt around me. Please, may I?” Chan asks me, I nod in response letting the strange werewolf begin to strip me of my clothes, he unbuttons my jeans and slides my panties off, taking my shirt and bra off slowly after, he licks his lips at the sight of my tits, wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me, but most importantly; Wanting to pleasure me until I can’t take it anymore.

“Channie… please.” Whimpers fell out of my mouth as he begins to make circular motions with his fingers around my clit, making me buck my hips for more. “Patience baby doll.” Chan chuckles, moving his head down between my thighs and taking my swollen clit In into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. “Mmgh.. more.. I need you inside of me..” I cry out. He thrusts two fingers into my cunt slowly changing the speed and pressure of the thrusts. “There you go, I’m inside of you now”

“N-no..” I whine. “No?”

“Dick.. I want your dick.. I need your cock in me..” I plead, needing more of him so fucking badly.

“You whine so fucking much..” he growls, positioning his tip at my opening before slowly pushing me open, I let out an airy gasp as he does so. It’s almost like I’ve forgotten how thick his cock is. “B-big” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist as he begins to pound in and out of my tight, wet hole, stretching it really fucking good. Way better than last time we did this. “Yeah fuck.. god you’re such a good girl.” He praises me, this thrusts getting more and more rougher than ever before, making me squeal out in pleasure. “Shh” he chuckles, connecting his lips to mine making our mouths dance together, as well as our tongues.

“Chan..~” I moan into the kiss, feeling myself get tighter as I drive closer towards my orgasm, hoping he also is. “Mm, I wanna fill your pretty hole with my pups..” Chan teases, pulling away from the kiss to watch my face as he’s fucking me good, making my body into his property. “Please.. please” I answer him, wanting him to feel me with his seed until I can’t take anymore. “Yeah? You wanna get filled with my cum until you take all of my puppies?” He teases, a chuckle escaping his mouth as he hears how god damn eager I am for him to thoroughly breed my cunt until his balls are dead empty from spilling all of his semen inside of my hole. “Yes.. yes please, give me your babies.. please Chan..” I beg again, tears beginning to swell up in my eyes from how badly I want this.

“Mm, I’m gonna fill you up. You ready babes?” He smirks, holding my body still holding himself from releasing as he waits for my answer. “M-mhm, do it.. I want to carry your puppies.” I cry out, my pussy tightening around his cock as he finally, fills me up with his seed, not pulling out until he’s certain that all of it’s gone into my womb. I climax not long after, my nails scraping into his back as I cum around him. “Do you wanna come back to mine for a bit? So we’re out of this shitty looking forest?” I ask, blushing. “Of course babes.”