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[myfictionaldreams]

⁀➷ Beneath the Bubbles // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: A playful bet between her three boyfriends turns an innocent pool day with friends into a secret game of distraction, control, and quiet desperation—and she has no idea she’s the prize.

Requested by: @fictionalgoddess -- thank you so so much for this request! I absolutely loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom marauders, sub reader, big dick!Remus (!!), public sex, cockwarming, praise kink, teasing, size kink (!), dirty talk

Words: 3.1k

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The bag sitting by your family's fireplace had been packed and ready for days. It had also been packed and repacked multiple times to help pass the time.

“Why so glum, love? Only another ten minutes.”

You tried to fake a smile as you stared down at the two-way mirror in your hand, staring at Sirius's relaxed expression. He was lying in bed, arm behind his head, and hair curling over his forehead. The mirror was a creation of Sirius and James. It was used initially to talk while Sirius was home with his hellish parents; however, now that he was living at the Potter mansion, you were the safe keeper of the mirror.

It had been great over the last couple of days when missing your boyfriends, though Remus’ face was still one that you needed to see, missing the sound of his calming voice.

Now, you were becoming unsettled. You wanted to be in their arms, smell their bodies, and feel the warmth of their skin rubbing against yours.

“Ten minutes is a long time,” you explain with a defeated tone, shoulders hunching over from where you’re waiting on your sofa.

“Aww Darling, I know it is. But it’ll be worth it, and we’ve got to make sure Moony gets here first so you both don’t clash in the floo network. I don’t want to risk  your pretty little head.”

“Hmm.”

You’re being grumpy, but really, you’re excited. Seven days seems like such a short amount of time to be away from your boyfriends in the grand scheme of things, but having been at Hogwarts for months, waking in their arms, constantly being attached to one of them, it was easy to fall into a comfortable routine. 

Sleep had been difficult to come by, and the amount of masturbating you’d been doing was probably unhealthy. But once again, you were going to put it down to the fact that you’d been having sex with three men daily, and now, you had a large appetite for all things pleasurable.

“PADS HURRY UP! MOONY IS HERE!” came the distant shout of James in the background, where Sirius was.

“Coming!” he shouts with a handsome grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he sits up on his bed. “See, I told you it wouldn’t take long, Darling. Safe travels, see you in a couple of minutes. Say hi to your parents for me.”

“Will do! See you soon!” you say with rejuvenated motivation. Rushing from the sofa, you say your goodbyes to your parents and collect the bag you’d been staring at for too long.

You’ve barely had the chance to step out of the green flames in the Potter’s dining room before you are wrapped in a blur of bronze skin, wild hair and frantic voices.

James was the first to tackle-hug you, arms circling your waist as he picks you up and spins in a circle as you cling to his neck. “You’re here! Finally!”

You laughed even as your feet planted back onto the floor again, only to be pulled away by Sirius, who practically buried his face into your neck, fingers digging into the back of your shirt as your hands moved into his hair. “A week without you? Torture, Honey. I almost set fire to the Potters’ kitchen again to feel something.”

“I thought you said seven days wasn’t that long!” you exclaim, looking back into his pouting face.

“Fine, I lied. I missed you every single second. " With a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he finally releases you to allow the tallest Marauder his reunion.

Remus steps forward, calmer as always compared to James and Sirius, but you could see in his eyes how they softened when he looked you over. His jaw had a subtle clench like he’d been holding something in all week. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped up, taking your face carefully in his big hands, and kissed you slowly, steadily, and so full of longing that your knees nearly gave out.

“Hi,” you whisper as he pulls back, in a daze and breathless.

“Hi, love.”

When I was back with them, everything fell back into place—the laughter, the comfort, the safety. It was just right. However, James’ parents were only away for the weekend, so the four of you took the opportunity of an empty, beautiful home to host a little gathering with your friends.

An hour later, the mansion is buzzing with life. Lily and Marlene have brought drinks, Dorcas, Mary, and Alice are setting up the music on the back patio, and Frank has thrown pool floaties everywhere.

James’ parents' house was always breathtakingly beautiful, no matter how many times you visited. Despite its size, it still felt homely, thanks to Mrs Potter’s effort. The garden was really the prize, though, with freshly cut green grass that spread for acres, surrounded by a thick forest. More towards the house is a sizeable pool, with a hot tub to one side that bubbled away and the patio that stretched the width of the house.

You were lounging in one of James’ quidditch shirts, your bikini underneath, leaning against Sirius on a pool chair while he ran his fingers up and down your arm. Remus sat beside the two of you with a book, one hand always resting on your thigh, which was pulled into his lap.

James, meanwhile, had energy to burn. He was shirtless and loud, tossing a quaffle with Frank, and flexing his arms and abs every time he caught your admiring eye.

“I’ve decided”, James announces loudly, making sure he’s heard over the music, grinning. “I’m the hottest person here.”

“Not even close, “Sirius deadpanned, leaning over to take a sip from your drink. “Look at this face.” He points at his own smug expression.

“Look at her face, “Remus interrupts, not looking up from his book. “Much better view.”

Your face warms immediately as you pull your shirt collar up to hide your face, and the others laugh at your embarrassed response.

Hours later, after the shared butterbeer, a failed BBQ attempt ends with charred food and pizzas ordered instead. Everyone is having a good time, catching up on each other's summers, giggling, laughing, and singing. The sun has since set, which means that the floating orange lights gently illuminate the back garden with the help of the now roaring fire. It’s a memorable evening with friends.

You didn’t think twice as Remus began to pull on your clasped hand, dragging your body towards the hot tub portion of the pool.

“We’ll only be a minute”, Remus calls over his shoulder to where the others were dancing around the fire. “She���s cold.”

You thought it was an odd excuse considering that Remus had perfectly kept you warm as you rested in his arms, laughing at your friends, but you went along with him, glad to have some quiet time with him.

After removing James’ shirt from your body, Remus helps you into the warm, bubbling water. The water was surprisingly loud, and you struggled to hear your friends even if they were only a couple of meters away. Remus then eases himself in, sitting on the bench in the tub, pulling your body into his lap.

Sighing into the touch, your fingers dig into his forearms, which curl against your waist as his chin rests against your shoulder. It was calm and serene, and you could still smell his aftershave over the chlorine.

The dainty touch of his lips against your shoulder causes a full-body shimmer, despite not being cold. Remus smiles against your skin, moving further up the slope of your neck as you tilt your face towards him.

Your noses brush together as you tune his arms. You lean in to close the final distance, but he holds himself back. “I want you to keep looking in the direction of our friends. Do you think you can do that?”

Biting your lip, you hum in response, turning back to your friends. You notice Sirius and James moving animatedly now, whilst the others are resting on the seats surrounding the fire.

“I missed you,” Remus speaks into your ear, his voice just above a whisper so that you could hear over the noise of the hot tub machine. “I’ve missed your voice, your smell, those little giggles when you’re embarrassed. It feels like I’ve been lost with you.”

The words had emotions soon rising as you wiggle in his lap, trying to hold onto him tighter, needing to feel his entire body on yours.

With one arm still secured around your waist, the other moved to the inside of your knee, helping each of your legs onto the outside of his thighs so that when he stretched out, your legs spread, upper body slumping back against his chest until the waterline hovered up to your collarbones.

“And I know you’ve missed us, haven’t you? Sirius told me about your late-night chats, my poor needy girl,” Remus continues, his lips hovering by the shell of your ear. Your body shivers once more for an entirely different reason now as you think back to those nights when Sirius had talked you through touching yourself using the two-way mirror.

“Tell me, Sweetheart, do you want me to look after you? I think you’ve been patient enough these last seven days. Let me help you.”

Swallowing hard, you nod.

“Use your words, Love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You;d expected his fingers, maybe some teasing strokes–but what you didn’t expect was the way he shifted beneath you, the slow grind of his hips, the subtle press of his hard cock beneath the water.

“Remus,” you breathe, eyes darting toward your friends. Laughter. Singing. James is yelling about rules in a game whilst Sirius attempts to do a cartwheel dangerously close to the fire.

No one was looking.

And Remus was easing his shorts lower on his hips.

The bubbling water distorted the view so if anyone did look over, they wouldn’t necessarily see that his swim shorts were just pulled down enough that his cock was freed.

“Got to stay nice and still for me, can you do that?” Remus encouraged as his fingers ghost along the seam of your bikini bottoms.

“Yes, sir.”

The rush of water against your bare pussy was comforting for a moment. Then Remus’s bare cock is sliding between your thighs. Thick. Hot. Heavy.

And so fucking big.

Remus hears your quick breath as his thumb brushes comfortingly against your side. “I know,” he said softly, already moving your hips so that he’s able to press the tip of his cock to your clenching hole. “I know how much it hurts, baby. You always need a minute to take me.”

Because he was he biggest, Sirius may be the wildest. James might be the loudest. But Remus? The man was obscene.

He was the one who went last when you were all intimate together, had to go last, because you’d be too sore for anyone else after. You swore it didn’t even make sense how he fit, how he stretched you so wide you were surely the evidence of his cock would bulging your tummy.

And now, with your friends just a few feet away, he was sliding inside you.

Slowly. Deeply. Until your walls burn, clenching in a way that makes it feel like your body was trying to push him out of you because it was just too much.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms as your eyes flutter close, legs moving to shut on instinct, but his thighs keep them open.

“You can take it,” he encouraged, kissing your cheek sweetly. “You always do. Just sit pretty, Sweetheart. That’s it. Take every inch for me. Keep those eyes open for me, nice and quiet.”

Your eyes widened as you looked back towards your friend, now able to hear Sirius and James shouting at their friends jokingly.

You couldn’t move. Not with the stretch, the perfect and devastating stretch, pinning you open, gaping, holding you still.

Remus didn’t thrust. Didn’t pump his hips, just simply stayed inside of you. Deep and full. And already you were aching.

“You’re stuffed so tight, huh? Squeezing my cock like it’s your lifeline, Love. Bet they’d all know if they looked over what’s inside of you, there’s no hiding that pretty little face when you’ve just been fucked.”

Remus, as passive and laidback as he was with most day-to-day activities, was in charge of sex and relationships. Whether it was with you, Sirius, or James, he was the leader, giving orders, making sure you’re all in the right headspace to keep going, and that aftercare was enough.

It was difficult staying still, staying quiet. Even if you weren’t sure that you’d have the energy to move up and down on his big cock, even just not squirming in his hold was difficult to do.

Seemingly reading your mind, Remus speaks firmly, “I’m not going to fuck you, I don’t want to break you, Love. I just want to reward you. I’ve missed being inside of you. So that’s what we’re going to do. With all of our friends just over there, we are going to sit here, me inside you, nice and deep, whilst you get all wet and desperate for me.”

You were already ruined, needy, clenching repeatedly around the thickest cock you’d ever taken.

“Look at you, taking all of me without making noise. I’m so proud of you.”

Those praises had you feeling lighter, like your body was made of clouds, ready to float away.

“JAMES, YOU CANNOT THROW A BEER AT ME MID-BACKFLIP–”

“OH I ABSOLUTELY CAN SIRIUS–LOOK MARLENE, WATCH THIS!-”

Your boyfriends were being obnoxiously loud, caputinrg your friends attention and you’re so fucking thankful for this.

Warming his cock with your pussy, you eventually run out of energy, slumping further back in his hold. To anyone else, it would look like you’re falling asleep in his arms, but Remus knew it was because you were exhausted from teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long.

You were too full, too hot, too aware of Remus pulsing inside you, his cock thick and unmoving, buried to the hilt. Every breath, little shift, made you clench down violently in a helpless reaction.

He knew you were balancing on that very limit. Your thighs were trembling non stop, the fierce dig of your nails calming but only because your energy was directed to your cunt, to the muscles that were pulsing and clenching around his dick.

“Please,” you finally whimpered, tilting your head to lean back against his shoulder, face nuzzling into his neck. “Remus, sir, I can’t-”

“You can”, he gently rubs soft circles along your stomach. “You’ve been doing so well. You just need a little push, don’t you?”

You nod desperately, never having been so wound up before in your life. 

Then you felt it, his fingers dipping between your thighs, resting heavily against your clit. There was hardly any movement, just a subtle nudge, but it was enough to send you flying.

You choked on a gasp, biting on the inside of your cheek painfully. The orgasm was blinding, hot, your body quaking and clenching down. Your breath stuttered, your orgasm rolling through you like a slow, devastating tide with each squeeze of your internal muscles. 

“Good girl, my best girl. There it is. Let it out, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your head is spinning by the time you can catch your breath. The ache between your legs now from the emptiness as Remus eases out, having found his quiet release whilst you were holding on for dear life.

The others were still laughing, loud and clueless as Remus readjusted both of your swim suits.

Later, when you are wrapped in a fluffy towel, cuddled against the patio sofa with your cheeks still hot to the touch and legs wobbling. James plopped beside you, arm curving around your shoulder until you’re pulled against his chest.

“You good, baby?” he asks casually, giving you a comforting squeeze.

Tilting your face up to stare at his, you answer, “Y-Yeah.”

Irius sat on your other side, his hand resting on your thigh, grinning like he could see into your soul. “You looked like you saw Merlin himself over there.”

Your eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You came, baby”, Sirius said with a low, teasing laugh. “We saw.”

Your face lit up in horror, but before you could bolt, assuming that it meant that all of your friends saw the same thing, James reached out and gently tugged your towel tighter around you.

“Relax,” he cooed. “They didn’t notice. Not the way we did.”

Remus walks up just in time, handing you a bottle of water and a couple of blocks of chocolate.

“You said no one would notice,” you hiss with embarrassment.

Remus squats down, smirking before kissing your head. “They didn’t.”

“But they did,” you say, nodding your head towards James and Sirius on either side of you.

“Oh, Darling,” Sirius purrs, squeezing his arm under your knees and pulling your body into his lap. “How could we not?”

“You were absolutely fucked out,” James teases, moving closer to your back that now faced him. “All dazed, little pout on your lips, still clenching your thighs together like you are trying to hold him in.”

“And let’s be honest, only Remus’ cock could do that to you. Our girl always looks ruined after he’s been inside her.” Sirius kisses your temple as his arms tighten around you.

“You’re not the only one who needs comfort after him,” James adds with a wicked grin.

“Oh my god,” you groan, hiding your face in Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t listen to their teasing, Love. You were perfect,” Remus reassured.

You peek at him through your lashes. But James’ cheeky face pops into your eyesight as he leans over your shoulder. “Okay, so small confession time.”

Sirius chuckles as Remus rolls his eyes. “There was a bet. Remus had to make you cum without anyone noticing, so me and Sirius helped to keep the others distracted.”

Your jaw dropped, “You what?”

“You won,” Sirius said proudly. “You were so good for him, Darling. Took him so deep, didn’t even move. And then when you had to hide your face as you were cumming, just beautiful!”

“I hate you all,” you declare into Sirius’ chest, where you were hiding your face.

“Do you though?” Remus asks as his hand massages your thigh. “You looked very happy sitting on my cock.”

Your face feels impossibly hot, but you don’t move from Sirius’s lap. You just sigh softly as one of them kisses your forehead.

“Love you,” James murmurs as he leans against your shoulder.

“Love you too.” Because even if they were smug little shits, you were happy and content being in their arms.

[no-144444]

Can you write military!reader x f1!driver like they back from tour and surprises the driver persanely I would like to read Lando but you write with your fav driver ofc

home soil- m.verstappen

꩜summary: you surprise max with an early homecoming

꩜pairing: max verstappen x fem! sargeant! reader

꩜a/n: if there's anyone in the US military, sorry! i probs got something wrong about how it works- i'm irish so my b if i did!

Max hadn’t been looking forward to Miami. He knew the car would be shit. He knew he’d be fighting Lando on track. He knew Oscar would pass him. He knew everything in store for him, and he still had no word from you. You went off-grid 2 weeks ago. He had no idea where in the world you were. What you were doing. If you were safe. In all honesty, he hated your job. He hated being away from you for so long. He hated the amount of unknowns it came with. He hated it meant you had to stay in the US. He hated that it took him 4 months to convince you that he wanted you, and to have you believe him. 

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutter under his breath as he walked into his driver’s room. He could’ve ripped the thing apart. P4 in the race. He was pushing like crazy. 

“Alright?” your voice broke through every thought in his head and silenced them. You. You. Home. Safe. 

He didn’t care that he was sweaty. He didn’t care that he had media duties. He wrapped his arms around you, and for the first time in weeks, he finally relaxed. “You’re here,” he whispered like it wasn’t true. You chuckled against his skin, nodding into his neck. 

“And I’ll be in Imola too,” you smiled brightly as his eyes went wide, his hands cradling your face like you could break at any second. “Got my leave approved.”

“That’s brilliant, schatje!” he smiled, and pulled you in for a kiss. 

Max wasn’t known for keeping his calm. He was a racer, he won, and he didn’t care how many times he got in someone’s way. 

You kept your calm no matter what. Cool, calm, collected. Calm enough to pull the trigger of a gun on a person and not have it faze you. Calm enough to date an F1 driver and keep him stable. Calm enough to be here tonight, and not make it a big deal that Max Verstappen was your fiancé. You were strong too. Tough. Sure of yourself. He liked it. 

That’s why he didn’t feel the need to intervene when he saw you being chatted up by some sleeze. He just smirked as the man inched closer, it was free entertainment for the night, which was always necessary at F1 events. 

“I have a boyfriend,” you reminded the man who had been hounding you for the past few minutes. Fiancé, if we’re getting technical, but Max rarely did. 

Charles flashed him a smirk. “Going to go over there?” he questioned. 

Max shrugged. “If it gets boring,” he chuckled. “She can hold her own.”

“She’s scary,” Lando admitted. “First time I talked to her she threatened to break my arm.” 

“You were flirting with her,” Alex reminded him. “I remember how pissed Logan was.”

“Oh yeah!” Oscar laughed, nudging Logan (who was beside him). “And when you found out about Max and Y/n.”

“He went ballistic,” Lando laughed. “Almost killed his sister!” 

“It wasn’t that bad,” Logan defended, but even Max gave him a look. “Ok, but it is shitty to go after someone’s sister!” 

The group continued laughing as Max listened back in on your conversation. 

“Oh yeah?” the guy smirked. Was it Tim, or Tom? Either way, he was a dick. “I don’t see him.”

“Now you do,” Max interrupted, wrapping an arm around your waist and smiling in a polite ‘fuck off’ way. The man chuckled. He was some NFL player. “Have a good night-”

“Let the pretty lady decide for herself, thank you very much,” he smirked. You gagged. 

“I chose him,” you deadpanned. 

“You’re in McLaren merch,” he pointed out, flicking at the hat on your head. You felt Max stiffen beside you, you could tell he was holding himself back from a fist fight. As much as this guy deserved it, Max was no MMA fighter, and you didn’t really want to be the reason he got his shit rocked. 

“Yeah, my mate drives for them,” you shrugged. “Do we have a problem here?” you demanded. “Because if we do we can talk about it.”

“No problem sweetheart, just don’t know if he understands how to be with a real woman such as yourself. I don’t see you at many races-”

“No, you don’t. Usually because I’m fighting for your fucking freedom you ungrateful asshole,” you scoffed, flashing your military ID card. The colour drained from the guy’s face and, before he could speak again Max whisked you away and back to the table with the rest of the guys.  He watched as you joked and laughed with them, happy you were there in front of him. He couldn’t ask for much more. You were safe.

You were here.

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Bite Me, I Dare You

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

Summary: after being a brat all day, Wanda and Nat decide to see how long you realise you’ve stepped right through Hell’s doorstep with a shit eating grin. Natasha always loved seeing this side of you come out to play but Wanda was much less forgiving.

Characters: Mommy!Wanda, Daddy!Nat x brat!fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy kink (Wanda), Daddy kink (Nat), mean!domme Wanda, softer!domme Nat, edging, orgasm denial, restraints, spanking, humiliation and degradation (kinda?), strap warming, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, oral fixations, mentions of gagging, breath play, after care, safe word check ins. If I have missed anything else lmk xx

Word Count: 3.7k words

Your task was simple. Wait for one of your Dommes to come home from a mission debrief and don’t get into trouble. You had been keeping busy all afternoon, you baked a cake, lit up a few candles and against one of your Dominant’s wishes, attempted to clean out the garage that Nat had said to leave alone. Did you listen? No. There was a reason Natasha had told you to leave the garage alone for weeks now, for months you’d been begging for her to take you out again on a ride on her bike. She was always busy and Wanda didn’t know how to use the motorbike so your patience was wearing increasingly thin as the months flew by, the bike untouched by the three of you.

Until today.

Your hand traced the black paint on the Ducati Panigale V4 and you huffed into the empty room. Natasha had promised to take you out this week and considering it was Thursday, you weren’t counting on her promise. An idea popped into your head and your sour mood instantly shifted into a sly but determined one. Hoisting one leg up and over the middle seat, your breath hitched as the bike was just too high for both of your legs to reach the ground. With a furrow of your brows, you positioned yourself very carefully so you were sitting square in the middle of the seat and pulled your phone out, snapping a photo from above.

“Wishing it was you instead Daddy”

You grinned as you hit send, actually quite proud of the stunt you pulled. One hand was resting on the seat just in front of your body and the phone was angled in a way where Natasha could see the cusp your bra peaking out of your tank top. The hard part was getting off this thing, Natasha always made it look so effortless but you had the coordination of a baby deer and the sheer size of the sports bike made it extremely hard to not throw you off balance. It took a whole ten concentrated minutes for you to shimmy off the bike, shin accidentally scraping the kickstand and you let out an unamused grumble. Damn your slightly taller girlfriend and her ridiculously high bike.

Your phone buzzed in your hands and you had to bite back a groan at the message. You had Natasha right where you wanted her. Plus this game was way more fun when you just knew Natasha would give in more than Wanda.

“And just what do you think you’re doing kotenok? Didn’t Daddy ever teach you not to play with her toys?”

Just like that, a smirk made its way across your face and you giggled. To your surprise, she didn’t follow up with another text. Usually, when you’re in one of these moods, your Dominant’s would give you a little bit of redirection. A gentle command to cease your growing brattiness but the text never came. Grumbling again, you took it as an opportunity to dig yourself an even deeper hole.

“Daddy lets me play with Mommy though? Does that mean Mommy is Daddy’s toy too?”

This time, almost instantly you got a response.

“Watch it zaya, keep mouthing off like that and I’ll show Mommy. You know how she is with that mouth of yours”

The mischief behind your eyes never left as you waltzed into your shared room, ferreting through the closet to find a matching custom set of red lace panties and a bra. You stripped yourself bare and dressed yourself in the lingerie, eyes shining in awe at the way the small crown dangled in the middle of your sternum and the widow hourglass charms rested on each sides of your hips.

“Oh I know, she lets me fuck her with it, even said it was the best mouth her pussy ever felt”

You never normally used such language, but you were only repeating what Wanda had said! The panic you felt when Natasha sent a selfie of herself and Wanda, seemingly walking out of the conference room made your heart stutter in anticipation.

“Mommy said she’s not impressed dorogaya”

Quickly scrambling to pose in front of the floor length mirror, kneeling and pouting you took your own selfie and sent it with a follow up text.

“How about now? Also, why do the two of you have to go to debriefs together anyway? It’s not like we don’t live together or anything 🙄”

Another text, this time you knew it was Wanda typing and not Nat.

“Don’t push it any further puppy girl. Quit being a brat and pull your act together, you’re lucky Mommy’s in a slightly good mood tonight”

A low whine left your throat as you slumped down on the bed, rolling your eyes at the way Wanda wasn’t being any fun. You lay there for all of fifteen minutes, doom scrolling on some social app before you hear the keys jangle from the other side of the house. A giddy smile adorned your lips as you raced through the house ready to greet them, Wandas stern look slightly lessening as she saw your attire and Natashas infamous smirk growing.

“Hi trouble” Natasha spoke teasingly as she leaned in for a kiss, wrapping a hand gently at the base of your throat and deepening the kiss. A small whine echoed around the room and Natasha had to refrain from going further, remembering the conversation she and Wanda had on the way over. “Shh milaya, not yet” she pulled back and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as you pouted. “What am I, chopped liver?” Wanda’s voice was light but still had a certain edge to it as she crossed her arms and looked at you expectantly.

“Hi Mommy” you rolled your eyes and went in for a kiss but squeaked when she snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin. “Wanna try that again kotenok?” Her eyes narrowed when you huffed. Her fingers gripped your chin gently and she tilted her head, daring you to pull another stunt. “Hi Mommy” you tried again, a little softer as your face flushed at the reprimand and she smirked.

“Hi my little brat” she ran her thumb over your lips, humming when you obeyed her silent command and your breath hitched as she pressed down on your tongue slightly. “You have no idea how much this tongue of yours gets you in trouble detka” she pulled her fingers away, wiping them down on her jeans. “Also makes you cum, a lot” you snickered, pressing their buttons further. This time both of their eyes darkened and you gulped.

“Upstairs now. Knelt and hands behind your back” Wanda growled gently at you, Natasha dropping their files from debrief onto the kitchen table. You didn’t have any time to argue as Wanda snapped the waistband of your panties against your hips and sent you off with a light pinch to the thigh. You scrambled to the master bedroom and followed instructions for the first time that night.

Your knees hit the floor gently and you got yourself into position, your whole body buzzing with need and desperation. Tonight could go two ways, they would either edge you until you’re a mess or they’d completely ruin you. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind either. You could hear their voices murmuring softly in the common area and you had to bite back a whine. Patience was never your strong suit and they both knew that.

The second you heard footsteps coming through the hallway your eyes lit up. If you had a tail it would be wagging. The two Avengers stopped at the doorframe just taking you all in. “Who knew you could listen so well zaya” Wanda cooed as she crouched down and held a firm hand under your chin forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Shame you’re such a brat when you want to be though” she sighed in fake annoyance as she let go and walked over to her walk-in wardrobe.

“Natalia can you get her ready please” Wandas voice was smooth and controlled which fuelled your need to feel something, anything even more. Your eyes were trained on the Russian as she sauntered over to you, holding out a dark red silk ribbon and you subconsciously tried to squeeze your legs together. “Ah uh, spread them malysh” she murmured and nudged your knees apart gently with her combat boots.

“Hands out sweets” she ordered softly and you complied with a dopey smile. She rolled her eyes amusedly at your easy compliance, crouching to your level and tying your hands together in a pretty but secure bow. “Our little toy” she murmured and you held back a groan as her fingers deftly traced over your nipples. “So sensitive and so precious” she cooed teasingly. “Daddy please” you pouted and arched your back for effect but she just held your chin firmly. “Settle down” she spoke lowly and you sighed, not at all liking this situation you put yourself in. Natasha shimmied out of her clothes until she was on full display and you reached for her but she caught your hands and shook her head.

“Keep the attitude up kotenok and you wont be getting off for a week” Wandas sharp voice rang throughout the room and you grumbled. “You know, Mommy was going to let you eat her out tonight but I think Daddy will have to do it instead?” Wanda returned with a vibrator, handcuffs and a red strap snug around her hips. “No Mommy please! I wanna do it!” You sounded desperate but you didn’t care. “Talia help her get on the bed” Wanda ignored your whine and Natasha quite literally picked you up and threw you on the bed like a rag-doll.

“Arms up my love” Natasha wrapped her hands around your tied wrists and made quick work tying them to the headboard. Once she made sure they were well and truly secure, she trailed her fingers across your body. Hovering over each nipple before giving them a gentle kiss, your back arching in response. “Our sensitive little bunny” she whispered as she kissed just under your ear and sucked over your sweet spot.

“Don’t be so soft Natalia” Wanda rolled her eyes as she made her way over to you, pressing a perfectly manicured finger against your clit. Your hips bucked involuntary and she smacked the inside of your thigh, “Stay still” her eyes locked onto yours and you nodded slowly. “Colour?” She murmured softly, the contrast in her tone shocking you slightly but also making your heart swell. “Green Mommy” you replied meekly and she praised you with a kiss to your tummy.

“Now, I think it’s time for someone to learn her patience while Daddy gets you all nice and wet for Mommy” Wanda pulled her hands away as Natasha slid down your body so her face was inches away from your core. Her head resting on your inner thigh and her lips pressing feather light kisses along your skin. You had the prefect view, Natasha’s head between your thighs, her back arching perfectly ready for what ever Wanda had planned.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck Daddy and you’ll only cum when she does okay?” Wanda positioned herself behind Natasha and swiped her fingers through her girlfriend’s folds, the Russian stuttering forward into your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched as Natasha placed a chaste kiss over the top of your panties and you fought the urge to whine. “Fuck Tash, you’re so wet” Wanda groaned as she toyed with the spy, adding two fingers into her dripping entrance.

“Daddy please” you rolled your hips to chase her lips and whined when she shot you a warning glare. “You’re lucky Wanda hasn’t gagged you yet” she warned as she rocked her hips against Wanda’s fingers, moaning out Russian curses. The anticipation and tension was absolutely killing you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as Natasha got a hold of herself and moved your panties to the side, swiping her tongue through your folds. “I’ll never get over how sweet you taste malysh” Natasha hummed against your clit and you tugged on your restraints wanting to pull her closer.

“Needy girl” she chuckled darkly and slowly entered a finger, her lips never leaving their place on your clit. Her tongue circled your bundle of nerves lazily and your body was taught. Wanda lined her strap up with Natashas entrance and with a gentle kiss on the small of the Russian’s back, she pushed the dark red strap in. A few more controlled thrusts and Wanda was buried inside Natasha to the hilt.

A raspy moan rippled through the room and Natasha subconsciously sucked harder on your clit making you squeeze your legs tighter around her head. Wanda who was watching the whole scene smirked at her two girls falling apart. “God you two look beautiful” she grinned and wrapped a hand around Natasha’s throat, pulling her face away from your pussy slightly. “Give her hell Talia, god knows how she needs to be taught a lesson” Wanda bent down as she whispered in Natasha’s ear, the Russian groaning at the new angle.

Natasha grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting aside and turned it on a low setting, the quiet hum of the toy signalling that you had no way out of this torture. She smirked as she caught your eyes haze over and the furrow in your brow, clearly concentrating on not cumming until they gave you the ‘okay’. The second it touched your clit you were a whining mess. Natasha’s fingers still lazing pumping in and out of you as Wanda was fucking into her from behind.

“How many times can Daddy edge her little brat” Natasha chuckled as she amped up the intensity and you strangled out a moan. Natasha’s cocky tone was replaced with a hiss as Wanda spanked her once firmly and growled “Our brat”. Natasha rolled her eyes but corrected herself and was rewarded with a thumb pressing firmly against her clit. The familiar coil in your tummy was extremely obvious as your body tensed, your breathing coming in shallow pants and your legs were tensing. “Hold it baby girl” Natasha ordered and you whined, knowing just how cruel she can be when Wanda was behind her.

“Please Daddy, need- need to cum” you whimpered and pulled harder at your wrists only for her to stop the vibrations and pull away completely, her own orgasm coming at her full force as Wanda pinched her clit and stilled her hips. “NO!” You cried out, thrashing your legs to bring her back but Wanda was quick to send a sharp spank to your inner thigh that Natasha’s face wasn’t resting on. “Keep it up and you’ll be gagged” she narrowed her eyes at your scowl and you closed your eyes tightly trying to control your own ruined orgasm.

“Daddy did so well taking all of Mommy in don’t you think zaya?” Wanda kissed up the back of Natasha’s thighs, licking a lazy stripe across her folds where her strap was just moments before. Another needy, desperate whine slipped out of your lips and Wanda knew you were on the verge of completely spacing out. “Colour malysh” she moved Natasha off your thigh and the Russian shakily crawled up to your side. “Green but wanna feel you” you mumbled tearily and looked up at your tied wrists in defeat.

“Should have thought about that before mouthing off earlier kotenok” Wanda chuckled as she knelt in front of you and took off your panties with ease, the fabric sticking to your centre. “Oh hon, look how messy you are” she feigned innocence as she ran a single finger through your pussy, the mix between Natasha’s spit and your cum coating her fingers beautifully. “Mommy please” you tried again, hoping she’d just give in just this once.

“Sweetheart, I’m not kidding when i say I’ll gag you. Keep that mouth of yours shut unless you need to safeword or moaning our names” Wanda once again snapped her eyes up to you and hummed in satisfaction when you simmered down. Natasha ran her fingers around your nipples, every so often giving them a small pinch or rolling them between her pointer finger and thumb. Without warning, Wanda lined the tip of her strap to your entrance and your hips instinctively bucked into her. She gave a few slow circles on your clit with her thumb and soon enough, she’d bottomed out inside you.

She gave you time to adjust, her shallow thrusts giving you a hint of pleasure but not enough to send you over the edge, She rolled her eyes though when you tried to match her pace and she wrapped both hands around your hips, pressing them down into the mattress. “Have some patience puppy girl” she growled and Natasha set a hand on your throat, not applying pressure but grounding you. “Listen to Mommy zaya” she whispered and brought her free hand to her own pussy, gathering her slick bringing them to your lips just resting them there. A silent command which you happily obliged to.

“Look at you, this is all you needed hmm? A little edge, a little restriction, and a goddamn gag” Wanda chuckled lowly and picked up her pace, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it to your clit. The moan you muffled around Natasha’s fingers must have done something to the two of them as they gave each other a look and soon enough, the vibrator was on the highest setting, Natasha’s hand now had a little pressure and Wanda was quite literally rutting into you.

Your tummy was tightening, your legs were tensing and your eyes screwed shut. “Our brat gonna cum? Our sweet little devil wants her reward?” Wanda mocked and slowed her thrusts, the vibrator lessening its setting and your eyes flew open, biting Natasha’s fingers gently to get them out of your mouth. She knew you didn’t mean anything by it you just needed to communicate. “Mommy! Mommy please please I promise- I’ll be good- please Mommy” you struggled to convince her, Natasha’s hand letting go of your throat and untying your wrists. The minute your wrists were free you were wrangling for Wanda but Natasha brought your hands to her chest.

“Not tonight” Wanda pulled the vibrator away completely but kept her strap in, your hips twitching in anticipation. “You don’t get to cum tonight” she leaned down and whispered, giving a few more shallow thrusts, blatantly ignoring your whining and huffing. Natasha kissed your temple as you controlled your breathing from yet another ruined orgasm and Wanda kept thrusting lazily into you. After a few more agonising minutes of accepting your fate Wanda went to pull out for good but your hand shot out to her.

“Stay” you whimpered and attempted to pull her closer. You needed her. “Colour” she demanded softly and you whined not wanting to talk but instead of punishing you any further (Both avengers knew you were on the verge of being in that haze) Natasha tapped your cheek a few times. “Tap it out baby girl” she reminded you and your fingers wrapped around Wanda’s wrists, your pointer finger tapping the inside of her wrist once. The pair gave each other a once over and Wanda carefully flipped the two of you over so you were laying on top of her. Strap still buried deep inside you.

The new position making you groan and you sighed as you felt Wanda trail her fingers down your back lightly. “Tasha go get cleaned up and bring us some water” Wanda murmured in the stillness of the room and she rolled her eyes when Natasha bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaving the room. “Learned your lesson yet zaya?” Wanda traced patterns down your spine and you resisted the urge to roll your hips into her.

“You were extra mean today” you whined into the crook of her neck and let out a small squeak as she moved your hips further down onto her strap for a brief second. “You were extra mouthy detka” she raised an eyebrow as your lips met the base of her neck, sucking gently in retaliation. “I wouldn’t start a fight you can’t win sweetheart, Mommy’s still not over your little quips” she smoothed down your baby hairs and you felt your whole body relax.

It was nice, it was peaceful, it was safe. “I missed you” you whispered out into the room, not minding how upset you sounded. You heard her sigh and felt a kiss to the top of your head. “I know dorogaya. I’m sorry we were at the briefing for so long” her voice was equally as sad and in this moment you knew you were both feeling the same. Wanda just knew how to mask it better. “I promise tomorrow I’ll be good” you smirked against her skin and jolted when she poked your side.

“You’re always good for us my love. Always” she lifted your chin away from the safe place in her neck and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t heated it was just real. “If you can handle strap warming me all night without cumming I’ll wake you up tomorrow with you seeing stars” she promised and you bit your lip knowing it’s a promise she’ll keep. “Just don’t tease me all night and I’ll accept the challenge” you giggled as she hummed amusedly. “We’ll see”

The next morning, true to her word, Wanda had you moaning her name and gripping the sheets just minutes before you opened your eyes. Maybe just maybe, you’d learn that patience is key and leads to much more fun orgasms. Especially when they both decide to spoil their brat for being their good little toy.

[leo-in-the-pitt]

Until The End

Summary: With your 2 year anniversary coming up with Dr. Jack Abbott, you’re trying to figure out his secret plans and see if you can get over the final hurdle in your relationship before it's too late.

Warnings: Established relationship, age gap (unspecified but reader late 20s, Abbotts an old man), beginning is all fluff but the end is something else, strong language, sexual tension, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, handjob/blowjob, all the dirty stuff tbh 

Word Count 8.8K+, was shooting for 10k but I'll take it

Until The End 

Monday

You caught Jack talking to Robby that Monday afternoon. Both of you were busy obviously planning something for your 2 year anniversary. He was the absolute worst at keeping secrets but, apparently when it came  these plans he had nothing to say.

He ordered some pizza that night for dinner and you two sat next to each other on the couch. He seemed on edge, not making much conversation. He usually never shuts up during movies. He kept checking his phone and you could see him typing but, didn’t bring it up.

“You sure you’re alright Jack?”

He had a mouthful of pizza. “Yeah why?”

“You’re acting really sketchy.”

“I’m just trying to eat my pizza.”

“Mhm, so what exactly is the plan for Friday?”

“I already told you, it’s a surprise. Stop trying to spoil it for yourself.”

“Well you know that I hate surprises. I’m a planner Jack. I need to know what we’re doing. What am I supposed to wear?”

“I already told you I picked an outfit out for you.”

“Okay but what if it doesn’t fit? Or I don’t look good in it? There is an outfit right? You’re not just trying to get me naked?”

“Well, now that you mention it, that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“You’re just full of jokes tonight aren’t you Abbott?” 

Everybody called him Abbott, only you called him Jack, unless you were annoyed with him.

“Oh, now I’m Abbott?” He nodded his head in disbelief. 

“Until I know what we’re doing Friday, you’re Abbott.”

“Look who has the jokes now.”

You let the topic go for the rest of the night. But if there was one thing about you, you weren’t going to let this go. He would hear about it again.

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Tuesday

It was always a bit of a habit to go out for food together at least once a week. You both hated cooking and doing the dishes so this ended up being one of the easiest compromises in the past 2 years.

You typically ended up at your favorite diner, which he was most definitely tired of but, it kept you happy so he kept going. It was around noon when you arrived to the diner with him. Both ordering your usual without even needing the menus.

“You want to spilt a milkshake?”

“But you never want one?”

“Yeah but, I know that you do. And I’m feeling extra nice in this moment.”

“What are you doing? Making sure I don’t leave you before we hit 2 years?”

“Yeah I’m just buttering you up since there’s actually no plans for Friday.”

“You’re really pushing it Abbott, you know that?”

“You know you love it.” He said with his crooked smirk that drove you wild even after all this time.

You said nothing just shook your head at him. But don’t worry, you got your milkshake. 

Once you got home it was already time to start getting ready for a nap since you’d be working 2 night shifts back to back with each other before your anniversary. Maybe you could find out if he told anybody else about his secret plans.

You were dragging after your 3 hour power nap. No amount of sleep was ever going to be enough for you. But Abbott, of course, was already bouncing off the walls ready to leave. 

“We’re going to be late because of you.” He yelled from the kitchen. 

“Forgive me for wanting to cover up my under eye bags Abbott.”

“You gonna call me Abbott at work too?”

“Depends, are you going to tell me the plans?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’ll be in the car waiting for you.” And he walked out of the apartment.

Once you got to work, of course you had to go say hi to Langdon.

“What’s up kid?” He put out his hand for your handshake.

“I’m on a mission tonight.”

“Oh god that’s never a good thing.”

“First of all the last mission I went on here was to get Abbott, and I succeeded so I’m trying again tonight.”

“Wa- wait, did you just call him Abbott? What happened?” His eyes widening. 

“He’s Abbott until I know what Fridays plan is.”

Yet another man rolling his eyes at you tonight. “Why are you trying to ruin the fun?”

“I hate surprises Langdon, like I despise them. It’s eating me alive slowly and painfully. Like look at him over there whispering with Robby.” You looked over and squinted while waving at the two of them. 

Robby waved back laughing and Abbott just shook his head without cracking a smile. “They’re probably talking about it. Do you know anything?” You turned to him with puppy dog eyes. 

“I already told you, no. You’re my best friend and Robby is his best friend, why don’t you go ask him?” He shrugged. 

“You know what? You’re right. Maybe I should, I’ll be right back!” You skipped over to Robby and Abbott.

“Oh shit, I was just kidding.” He yelled but, you were already gone. 

You marched yourself over across the ER to the nurses station they were standing behind. Basically skipped over, smiling like a child.

“What’s the hot gossip boys?”

“I know nothing. I have nothing to say. I’m going home to my wife. Have a good night you two.” He waved directly at you, smiling. And he was gone.

You glared over at Abbott. “What did you do tell everyone not to talk to me until Friday?”

“That’s exactly what I did. Nobody knows anything anyway but, I don’t want them putting ideas into that mind of yours.”

The rest of the night was hectic. No more chances to trick anyone into spilling details. Not even a chance to sit down. You decided to give a rest, at least for the night.

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Wednesday 

He seemed different on the drive to work, glancing out the window, his mind racing with plans and details of the Friday plans, before forcing a calm smile as you asked him if he was okay. He was feeling guilty for not letting you in on the secret yet, but you had no idea.

“I’m telling you, I’m so ready for this week to be over.” 

Each night that you worked together, when things would slow down, even just slightly, you find each other to sit down for a quiet moment to catch up on charting.

Jack taps his fingers on the desk nervously, the clock ticking by slowly. He’s been planning the surprise for weeks, and now, the moment is almost here. But his mind was all over the place. He starts typing up a note, clearly not paying attention to what keys he was hitting.

You glare over at his screen. Words underlined in red and blue. Mistakes written all over the page.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” You sat back and glared at him. His mind clearly somewhere else. 

No response. For a moment, he’s lost in the thought of how his life is about to change.

“Earth to Abbott?” You waved your hand directly in front of his face. 

“What happened?” His head sharply turned to you.

You pointed to his screen. “What’s going on there? Forgot how to type?”

He rubs both eyes. Took a deep sigh. “Guess I’m just really tired tonight.”

“Wow, you tired? Never.”

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Thursday 

Tomorrow’s the big day. 2 years down, hopefully forever to go.

You were absolutely exhausted after the past 2 nights. But to flip your sleep schedule you were only planning a quick nap. Abbott on the other hand was basically ready for another shift.

“I will never understand how you require so little sleep.”

“And I don’t know how you need so much.”

He cooked you dinner, dishes are still in the sink. Sitting on the couch, a candle flickering on the coffee table, soft music playing in the background. Music from a playlist you’ve been adding to since you were a teenager in high school. It was filled with cheesy love songs, songs that you wanted at your future wedding.

“Can you believe it’s been almost two years?” You said laying your head on his chest.

“I know. Feels like it flew by yet also like I’ve known you my whole life. I still remember our first official date, how nervous we both were.” He caressed your hair out of your face. 

“You kept fiddling with your napkin the entire time."

“Hey, I was trying to impress you. Clearly, it worked well enough to keep you around all this time. I was trying so hard not to mess anything up. You were just sitting there, looking as beautiful as ever. It was intimidating.”

"I was nervous too! But honestly, the moment you started talking, I felt so at peace. Like I knew I was in the right place with you. I didn’t think even for a second that we’d end up here, like this, happier than ever.”

“I think that was the moment I knew. Something about you, just made sense. Just remember thinking, 'I really hope this isn’t the only date.'"

“And here we are, two years later.”

"And I wouldn’t trade a second of it. That night changed everything. You changed my life in all the best ways. I didn’t even know what I needed that until I met you.”

“I feel safe here in your arms. I could stay here with you forever and be completely okay.” You leaned up to kiss him. “So tomorrow’s the big day. Got anything special planned Abbott? This is your last chance to tell me!” You said while looking into his big green eyes.

“Those big beautiful brown eyes of your will get your anywhere if you try hard enough. But not tonight babygirl, not tonight.”

“I don’t quit Abbott!”

“I’m just gonna keep it simple. Just us being together. Nobody else.”

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Friday 

You slept for 12 hours straight Thursday night into Friday. You were woken by the smell of breakfast cooking. 

Still half asleep you said, “Oh god he’s going to burn the apartment down.” You quickly hoped out of bed. Wearing his clothes already, you grabbed a pair of socks out of his drawer, of course, and headed towards the kitchen.

As you walked out of the bedroom, the morning light streamed through the windows of the apartment. The clinking of plates and kitchen utensils filled the room. Your eyes light up at the sight in front of you. 

Pancakes, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and the biggest bouquet of red roses you’ve ever seen. Balloons tied all around the apartment. A gift box in the middle of the kitchen island. And Abbott standing there smiling at you, ear to ear. His silver curls shined in the rising sun beaming through the shades. Still in the same clothes he went to sleep in. White t-shirt and gray boxers. 

God, how are you going to get through the day with him looking like that? You thought to yourself. 

“What’s all this for?”

“Haha you’re so funny.”

“I got jokes too. But really, happy anniversary to my favorite guy on the planet. I love you.”

“Happy anniversary babygirl. Love you more than you know.”

“Homemade breakfast? On our anniversary? You really are a professional at this ‘romance’ thing huh? Why do I feel like there’s more going on here than just pancakes?”

Next thing you know his hands were on your neck pulling you for a kiss. It was passionate. The type of kiss you don’t want to ever stop. But he pulled away first.

“I wasn’t done with you.” You said. 

“You’ll get more later, don’t worry.”

“You’ve outdone yourself already Abbott”

“Still Abbott huh?”

“Maybe you’ll earn your name back by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” In a lowered tone, “I’ll be hearing it nice and loud tonight.” Again with that smirk.

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Oh you heard him loud and clear. You just wanted him to say it directly to you.

“Here.” He picked the gift box up off the table and handed it to you. “Just a little something to start the day with. Don’t worry, there’ll be way more later.”

You unwrapped the box slowly. A small jewelry box. Oh shit, this better not be a ring right here, right now.

You opened it. A necklace. Golden with his initial and birthstone.

“So everybody knows that you’re mine. Needed you to have something special, something you can keep close to your heart.”

“Oh my god. Put it on my right now.”

You took the necklace out of the box, handed it to him and turned around. He brushed your hair out of the way, gently rubbing the back of your neck. Shivers went down your back. You could feel him just centimeters away from you. Nothing separating your bodies except the thin fabric. 

God you were touched deprived.

You turned back around to him while holding onto the necklace. “I love it Jack.”

“Ah, I get my name back.” He smiled.

“For now at least.” You tilted your head at him.

“Wait let me go grab your gift!” You ran back into the room to get his present.

"Whispering as low as he could get, "I'll be hearing my name loud from you tonight." You could here him laughing from the kitchen.

"What did you just say?", you yelled from the bedroom. No response.

“Here!” You were so proud to hand it to him.

Two small boxes. “Which should I open first?

“This one! Not as poetic as your gift but just open it."

He opened up the box to reveal the watch.

“Holy shit!” He looked up at you. “You shouldn’t have.”

“New salary is treating me well I guess. Take it out! Look at the back!”

He took it out of the box to see the dates engraved. The day you met and the day you started dating. 

“I figured no matter where you go, you’d have a little piece of us with you. Plus, I just thought it’d look amazing on you."

“Can’t wait to show this off at work.” He immediately put it on his left wrist.

“Well, just don’t get blood all over it though. Come on open the other one!”

This one with a last second buy when you were leaving the jewelry store. A chain to perfectly match the watch. You’d been telling him since you got together how good he’d look with one on but, he never got one.

“I guess great minds think alike huh?” He winked at you. “Well now you have to put it on me.” He handed it to you and turned around. As quietly as he possibly could, he muttered, “You’ll be seeing this up close later.”

“Why the hell do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” He laughed.

“Mumbling under your breath! It’s driving me crazy! What did you just say?”

“Are you going crazy? I didn’t say anything!”

Rolling your eyes at him you said, “So, now what’s the plan Abbott?”

“Really with the Abbott again? Really?”

“Stop mumbling and speak up then.”

“Well the plans don’t start until later, so I just want us to spend this time together, enjoying each other’s company, away from all other distractions.”

“Sound perfect to me!”

The day went on, spending time watching each other’s favorite movies, listening to music while dancing around the apartment. Time slipped away with him. 

He stretched as he got up off the couch, “Should probably start getting ready now.”

You went to shower first. Then he went. 

“So where’s this special outfit?”

“I left it hanging on the closet door. Shoes are in there too. Let me just go grab my clothes and then you can get dressed in there and I’ll get dressed out here.”

You went into the bedroom and took the dress out of the bag it was hanging in. 

“Abbott!”, you ran out into the living room where he was getting changed.

He was pulling up his black dress pants, blue briefs underneath. Leaving no room for imagination and showing you everything you have been missing. Zipper, button, and belt all still undone. His undershirt was still lying over the couch. You’d seen him shirtless all the time but, right now, your mind began to wonder. 

You licked and bite your lip not realizing that you were just staring at his bare chest. His hand slid into his pants to straighten out his briefs. 

“Did you come here to say something or just to see me half naked?”

You were able to rip your eyes away from his body for just one second. “Both apparently. Uhm when did you find the time to go get this?” You held up the dress.

It was dress you saw a woman wearing a few weeks earlier and became obsessed with, even asking her where she got it from. White with blue flowers, thin strips, open in the back, slit down the right leg. You never found the time to go see it in person. But he did. 

“I knew you wouldn’t go back for it. So I did. The day after you first saw it. Figured it’d be perfect for the occasion.

You turned around to start walking away. “Well you’re gonna be taking it off me tonight.” You whispered. 

Abbott started laughing. “What’d you just say to me?”

“Nothing!” You ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind you. 

Since he decided to surprise you wet the dress, you put on a surprise for him underneath. 

He even laid out your white sandals with a slight heel. He was still a whole head taller than you. 

“Can’t believe we’re finally going out. I’ve been looking forward to this all week."

Glancing over at you, grinning, “Wow, you look incredible, I think I’m going to have a hard time keeping my eyes off you tonight."

Laughing lightly, turning to face him, “Oh really? Well, I might need to make sure you’re paying attention to where we’re going, because you might get distracted."

He stepped closer, lightly touching your arms, “I think I’ll be okay but I might need a little reminder of how lucky I am to have you by my side." "Well, I’m lucky to have you too. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stealing all of your attention tonight.”

His eyes on you "Trust me, it won’t be hard. I don’t think I could ever take my eyes off you."

"Let’s see if you still feel that way after a whole night.”

He looked down at the time on his new watch. “Shit, we better get going to make the reservation. You might want to take a sweater or something, probably going to be a little chilly out later tonight?”

“Oh, so you’re going to take me somewhere outside then?”

“You’re killing me babygirl.”

“Let me go grab something then.”

You ran back into the bedroom, opening the closet door. Scrambling for one specific item. Putting your arm all the way in you found it. 

The Beers of the Burgh zip up sweater. 

Jack shoved it all the way in the back corner of the closet after your assault, making sure you wouldn’t have to see it. But you were ready to wear it again tonight.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

“What is that?”

You walked up to him and held out the sweater.

“Are you sure?”

“I feel completely safe with you Jack. I’m ready to fully move past it.”

He gave you a light kiss on the cheek, “Let’s go then babygirl.”

All the way down to the car, you pestered him to tell you where it was exactly you were going. He wouldn’t budge. 

“Maybe I’m taking you somewhere completely unexpected. I guess you’ll just have to trust me."

Laughing, playfully narrowing your eyes, “I do trust you more than anything, but now I’m really curious. Should I be excited or nervous?"

He smiled mischievously, “Definitely excited. Trust me, you’re going to love it. But I promise, it’s not whatever you’re thinking."

You leaned back in the seat, raising an eyebrow "You’re making me even more curious now. Are we going somewhere fancy? A secret restaurant? Or are you about to whisk me off to a secret adventure?"

"Maybe a little bit of everything. But tonight is about enjoying the surprise and you’re going to have the time of your life.”

Excitement took over your body. "Okay, okay, I’m all in. I guess I’ll just enjoy the ride and see where it takes me."

He reached over and giving your hand a squeeze "That’s the spirit. I can’t wait to see your face when we get there."

He parked the car and you finally underwent he was excited for you to find out the surprise. 

“Wait, is this the place? Oh my fucking god Jack! This is the place I’ve telling you about for months now!”

Smiling and glancing over at you, "Yeah, this is it. I knew you’d love it. Trust me, you’re going to be impressed."

“I talked about it so much but never even looked at their menu!”

"You’ll find out soon enough. All I’m saying is, they have some of the most interesting dishes. I couldn’t wait to bring you here."

Holding out his hand to you, “Come on, let’s go inside. And I promise, this is just the beginning of a perfect night."

You took his hand with a smile, "Okay, I’m officially excited. If the food is half as good as the surprise, we’re in for a treat."

You’ve were seated at an elegant table inside the restaurant, and you’re both soaking in the ambiance.

You looked around, amazed, "Wow, this place is gorgeous! I can’t believe you got a reservation here! They literally have a Michellin star Jack!”

Smiling as he watched your reaction. "I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be the perfect spot for tonight. I wanted the night to feel just as special as you are.”

Looking at him with a soft smile you said,  "You really know how to make a girl feel special. I’m already having the best time, and we haven’t even started eating yet."

Softly laughing, “That’s the plan. Just wait until the food comes, trust me, it’ll make the night even better."

“If the food is as good as the surprise, I’ll be asking you to pick all our date spots from now on."

“I’m happy to take that responsibility if it means making you smile like this all the time.”

After spending 3 hours in the restaurant, you could see the sun beginning to set outside.

"That was absolutely incredible. I can’t believe you did this. It was perfect!”

“I’m glad you liked it. But, the night’s not over yet. There’s one more surprise I’ve got in store for you."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, another surprise? I’m not sure I can handle any more excitement tonight Jack!”

“You can handle it, trust me. I promise you’re going to love it.”

“God, I hate surprises but, I think you’re beginning to change my mind.” 

He took your hand as you walked out the door. “Good. You deserve it. Just wait  it’ll be worth it at the end”

Right before he opened the car door for you, he stopped. 

“I need you to do something for me first.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to put this on.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long strip of black fabric.

“A blindfold? Really Jack?”

“I’ll be worth it. I promise you. Trust me babygirl.”

“Fine but, you have to put it on me.”

You turned around. He reached around and gently tied it. He whispered , “Maybe we can use this later.”

You turned around to face him, and bit your lip. “I don’t know how you can top any of this, but I’m ready to watch you try.”

You could feel him smiling confidently as he opened the car door and guided you inside. His hands gliding across your body sending shovers down your spine.

“You’ll see soon enough. Trust me, this one’s going to be unforgettable."

He drove for what felt like forever. 

“Are we there yet? People are going to think you’re kidnapping me!”

“Perfect timing, we’re here.”

He put the car in park and turned it off. 

“Can I take this off now please?”

“Not yet. Let me come around and help you. Take your sweater, it got pretty cold out.”

“Jack, I swear if I walk into something-“

“I got you babygirl, don’t worry.” He held his hand on your lower back which was left exposed from the dress. You both walked a short distance from the car. Breeze slowly past you.

“We’re here.”

He stood in front of you, reaching his hands slowly around you to untie the blindfold.

You blinked hard to refocus your eyes. You looked to your left and right smiling. “You know when you said we were going somewhere special I didn’t exactly have the hospital in mind.”

You were standing at the entrance to the emergency department.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“The day you told me my excitement to be here would be short lived? I’ll never forget proving you wrong.”

“You know,” he took a deep breath, “I was struggling to come back here day after day, loss after loss. I wasn’t seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Not until you walked in and brought the sun with you into every shift. You’ve become my favorite part of every day. Even the hard days feel lighter with you in them. So yeah, this place will always be special. It’s the place where I found my forever. “

You went up on your toes to kiss him.

“Come on let’s go for a walk.” He grab your hand and lead you across the street into the park. After walking the path for about 20 feet, you saw tea light candles on both sides of the path with flower petals in between. 

You stopped right in your track. Tears already filling your eyes. Face becoming warm. 

“Jack, what is this?”

He smiled softly as you. “Come on. Let’s keep going to our spot. Want to show you something.”

You kept walking until you reached the middle of the path by the bench you two had sat on when he asked you to be his girlfriend. A bouquet of red roses sat on the bench in front of you.

“This is where I made you my girlfriend. And where I told you I loved you for the first time. Felt like the right spot to do this next part too.”

He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. “You know, I did have this whole speech planned but, things never go according to plan anyway so…” 

He crumbled up the paper and shoved it back into his pants pocket. 

And lowered himself down onto one knee. 

“Two years ago today, we walked into this park as friends and left as a couple. Everyday since then has made me the happiest man on earth. You’ve been my partner in everything, my safe place, my challenge, my home. My forever. 

Tears filled your eyes as your hand covered your mouth. “Jack”, you said as your voice broke.

“You’ve taught me more than being a doctor ever could. You showed me that love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s in the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching, the way we laugh at things no one else would understand. It’s in how we argue, but always come back to each other. You’ve taught me what real love is. You make me brave. You make me a better man. And I want to spend my whole life figuring out how to love you even more than I already do. I’ve seen so many versions of happiness in my life but none come close to what I feel when I’m next to you The more I think about it, the more certain I become.”

Tears streamed down your face.

 “So I guess I just have one question for you.”

He slowly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small red box. With his hands shaking, he opened it gently. He revealed a simple yet elegant ring.

“Will you do the absolute honor of marrying me?”

A mixture of awe, laughter, and happy tears beginning to fill the space between you. You fell into his arms as he knelt before you. Wrapping your arms around him and letting the full weight of your body lean into him. 

He leaned back, “Is that a yes?”, he said laughing.

“You could’ve asked me this the day we met and I would have said yes and 2 years later, the answer is still yes! I’ll always choose you Jack”

Still both kneeling on the cold, hard ground in each other’s arms laughing, crying, holding each other like no one else exists in the whole world.

He gently placed the ring on your finger. The outside world distant, everything had stopped except for you and him. The promise of a future.

He lifted you up and held you in his arms. You could stay in this moment forever. You glared down at the ring in full for the first time since he opened the box.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I spent weeks choosing it. Even brought Robby to the jewelers with me. I know it’s not just about the diamond or anything but I wanted you to have something that felt as special as you are to me.”

You couldn’t peel your eyes off of it. Slowly turning the ring on your finger, mesmerized by its beauty, feeling the weight of it, both literally and metaphorically.

“You picked the perfect one. Not just the ring. This whole night. Just you and me here together”

You took a deep breath you looked up into the cloudy night sky. A slight breeze flowing in between you both. Taking in the full moment for all its worth.

You heard more then just the wind rustling in the trees, before you could even realize what was happening, all your favorite people appeared. 

Robby, Collins, Langdon, Mel, residents, nurses, at least a dozen people closest to you two.

“Surprise!” You heard it from every direction possible. Cheers for the both of you. 

“You two are going to be so great together. You know we’ve all been rooting for you since day one, right?” Mel yelled excitedly. 

Hugs from all around for you both. You lost track of just how many people he brought to support you.

“Come on let’s see that rock!”

You put your hand out for everybody to see. Thankfully, you got your nails done earlier that week. The ring catches the moonlight just right, a subtle sparkle, not flashy, but full of meaning. Love. The kind of shine that doesn’t scream for attention but, the type that draws eyes to it.

“You did good.” Robby put his hand on Jacks shoulder. “Really good brother.”

You lost track of time as everyone was gathering in conversation. Almost everyone had left for the night already.

You saw Langdon standing off to the side and walked up to him. 

“So you did know huh?”

“Of course I did.” He nudged your arm, “Make sure you ask him about that note he put back in his pocket. You’re going to want to hear it.”

“I will. So, who are you going to be bringing to our wedding?”

He glanced down at you with a slight smile. “Mel.”

You started jumping up and down. Almost as excited as you were just earlier. “Oh my fucking god! I know it! I knew it this whole time!”

“Yeah I knew that you knew. That’s why I never explicitly said it.”

“Langdon, oh my god. I’m so happy for you two! She’s so good for you!”

“Trust me, I know.” He looked over at her smiling. “You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about any of this? Or about her?

“I’ll never be mad at you Langdon. Jack might be my person but, you’ll always be my best friend."

“I’ll take second place I guess.”

“Mind if I steal her away for a moment?” Robby came up from behind him and put his hands on his shoulder.

“She’s all yours Robby.”

“You knew about all of it huh?” You glared over at him. 

“He unfortunately tells me everything.” You two laughed. “But on a more serious note you both deserve all the love in the world, and I can’t think of any two people better suited for each other. Watching this chapter of your lives has been a pleasure and I’m excited to see what comes next for you two.”

“Thank you Robby. It really means the world coming from you. I’ll always appreciate you and everything you do for us both.”

Jack and Collins came up to you two.

“Let the man have some time with his fiancé, Robby.” Said Collins while intertwining her arm into Robby’s.

“Uh fine. Congratulations to you both again! Excited already for the wedding.”

You exchanged hugs with them and they were off. 

“You put the sweater back on?” Jack looked down at you. 

“Makes me feel like I’m wrapped in your arms. And there’s no safer place in the world Jack.”

“Come on, let me get my fiancé home.” Jack winked and wrapped his arm around you. 

You grabbed your flowers off the bench before realizing that all the flower petal and lights were gone.

“Dana picked them up, gonna get them back Monday night. Could use them at the wedding for something.”

“Jack.”

“Yeah?”

There’s a short silence, just looking at each other. The mood shifts more tender, more intense. 

You put your hands onto his chest before crashing your lips into his. Hard. Lips moving rhythmically around each others. Desperate, aching, like you’ve both been holding your breath for years waiting for this moment. 

When suddenly you feel water dripping onto your face. It’s starting to rain.

“Could not have planned that out better if I tried.” Jack laughed. 

The walk back to the car was peaceful. Just you two in each other arms. The way it’s supposed to be. Rain falling around you.

Streetlights flash across the windshield. The silence is heavy. The tension during the car right home could be cut with a knife. He kept his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand in yours softly caressing your thumb. Every chance he got he glanced over at you.

The ring still shines faintly as his hand is in yours. Rain tapping lightly on the windshield.

“Do we think the rain is good luck?”

“Maybe it’ll rain on our wedding day too.” You turned your head to see him smiling softly. “So fiancé, you got anything else special planned for tonight?”

“I could tell you or I could show you.”

The tension from the drive followed you too all the way upstairs. It didn’t snap, it deepened, filling the empty space all around you.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he immediately turned around. His hands wrapped around your neck as your hands went up to his chest. He pinned you against the wall as his lips crashed into yours. Tongues swirling in each other mouths. Moans filled the elevator until the ding that you had arrived to your floor. He quickly pulled himself off of you. 

He pulled away breathless, panting already, he ran his hands through his silver curls. 

“Fu- fuck, let’s go before I rip your clothes off right here.”

As soon as you both stepped off the elevator, he stopped. 

“I can’t believe that I get to marry my best friend.” 

“Thought Robby was your best friend?”

“Oh you beat him for that title within a week of us meeting. Now come on, I got to give my fiancé what she deserves.”

He wrapped his arms all the way around you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked your feet up into the air. 

“Oh my god, fucking finally! Yes!”

He carried you down the hall to the apartment door, fighting with the keys in his pants pocket to get into the apartment as quickly as he possibly could. Finally behind closed doors.

Before you know it his jacket hits the floor, shoes kicked off lazily, fingers tracing familiar lines around each other bodies Every movement is slow and deliberate, not just passion, but raw intimacy. The kind that screams, I want all of you and I’m not going anywhere.

“God you look so fucking good in this dress but, I need you out of it right now. Fuck”

He grabbed your hand and lead you into the bedroom. 

“Let me see what I’ve been missing out on.”

He pulled your body against his as his hands slid behind you untying the dress, never breaking eye contact. He gently pulled the straps on your shoulders down around your arms. Underneath a surprise. 

Not only did you go and buy him a gift earlier that week, you stopped at the lingerie store to pick up something extra special. A red set. Lace. Tightly wrapped all around your body. 

He trailed his fingers down the fabric on your stomach. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane already babygirl.” You watched his eyes roam your body, up and down as you unbuttoned his shirt, getting down to his belt buckle.

Hands went to your waist, pushing you back against the bed. Wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up, and threw you down onto the bed. His eyes went dark. He was starving for something only you could give him.

He stood at the edge of the bed, undid his own belt, pulling his pants off in a hurry. Tight black briefs that showed his excitement. He ripped off his socks before crawling on top of you. 

Fingers tracing every inch of your body. You squirmed under his touch. 

As he came face to face with you, you whispered, “Take me.” 

He hand slid effortlessly underneath you, untying your lingerie. Sliding in fully off your body as if he’s done it a million times before.

He lightly kissed you before making his way down around your neck as his hand began to explore your body. You felt his hand on your stomach, instinctually, you open your legs for him. 

“That’s my good girl.” You threw your head back letting a soft moan leave you as he sucked on your collarbone. You felt his hand go lower. 

“Jesus fucking christ, so wet for me already. He growls lowly, the possessive need in him taking over him completely. 

“Been waiting for you all night.” You panted out. 

“Is that right?” He didn’t hesitate, his middle finger was inside of you. 

“Oh fu-fuck Jack. Please.”

“Patience my sweet girl. You’ll get what you need soon enough.”, He leaned into your ear, “We’re going to do this how I say. You’re going to finish on fingers, then on my tongue, then we’re going to finish together.”

His fingers slid easily through your juices as he began sucking on your breasts. Gently biting your nipples. Fingers curled inside of you while his thumb did circles around your clit. The sensation of his breath against your skin made your head spin, the anticipation building as he curved his finger into you, finding that spot that drove you wild. 

Before you knew it, another finger was inside of you. The sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. He knew exactly what spot to hit each time. 

“Ja- Jack, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

“Give it to me babygirl. Cum on my fingers.”

You arched your back as your legs began to shake under the pleasure. There were sounds leaving your body you didn’t know you could make. 

“There we go, that’s my girl.”

You let go completely. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body. Your first of many orgasms tonight. His fingers still inside of you, slowly moving. 

“Gotta taste her now.”

“Fuck Jack, ju- just give me a second.” Legs still trembling, you struggled to catch your breath. You covered your face with both hands. Embarrassed that you were already struggling to keep up with him. 

“Damn you missed me that much huh?”

You didn’t respond.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck I can’t believe I can’t keep up with you and your like twice my age.” You laughed. 

He grabbed both arms off of you dragging them to your sides before wrapping his left hand around your neck. His veins in his hand bludging out. You look down to see his new gold watch. What a good idea. 

“First of all, I’m not twice your age. Second, I know what my girl needs and how to give it to her.”

You glared up at him, chain dangling right in front of your face. You bite your lip and said, “Oh god, just shut up already and clean the mess you made.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Before you knew it, he was leaving a trail of saliva down your body. Kissing every inch of your body. “You want this?”

You grab his hair and pushed him down into your cunt. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your fingers tangled in his sliver hair, gripping tightly as your legs trembled, and he groaned again into you, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, I could stay here forever.”, He mumbled against you. “This pussy is all mine tonight. You feel that? You hear that? This pussy's mine."

You could hear slurping sounds as he devoured you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he’d been starving for this moment forever. Your breath came out in gasps, moans, your whole body burning under his relentless attention to you and your ever need and desire. 

Your body began to pull back from him. He reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling you back into him. 

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”

“Fucking hell, Jack, ah Jack!” You wrapped your legs around his body. “Oh my god!”

Once again, he sent an orgasm crashing through your entire body. Leaving you gasping for air as he crawled back up to you to admire his work. 

“Come here, want you to taste yourself for me.”

He crashed his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue all the way into the back of your throat. 

He pulled off of you, “You need a second before we keep going?”

“No but, you’re going to when I finish with you.”

You pushed him off of you and onto his back. You leaned in, brushing your hand softly, over the strain in his briefs, the curve of seven-and-a-half inches compacted against the fabric of his briefs. 

“Lets get rid of these.” You pulled his briefs down to see his cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. You were drooling for him. 

You grab him with one hand and spit on it. Rubbing your saliva up and down his already throbbing cock.You kiss the tip before sucking on his head. 

“Just like that sweetheart, keep going for me.” Seeing Jack beg was a rare occurrence and you were eating it up. “Fu- fuck, oh god please.”

You pulled your mouth off and grabbed his cock with your hands, feeling every vein in him pulse against you. 

“You gonna finish for me baby?”

He grabbed all your hair in one hand. “Put me back in your mouth right now and I’ll show you.”

You moaned onto his member, fighting the urge to swallow him whole and suck every last drop of his cum out of his cock. You brought your hand to his balls, gently squeezing them, making him push himself further down your throat.

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” He pulled your hair tight, letting out noises that you’ve never heard from him before. He came hard, shooting himself into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down once more before crawling up to him, his cum dripping from the corner of your mouth dow not your chin. You wiped yourself with your thumb and sucked on your fingers while he watched. 

“You taste so good for me.” 

“Fucking hell babygirl.” 

“Yeah? You need a second?”

“Fuck no.” He flipped you over with no hesitation. Like you were nothing to him. The weight of his body fully on top of you. His sweat mixing with yours.

“Remember, I stopped taking my birth control Jack.”

“I don’t fucking care, I need to feel myself inside of you right now. I’ll go slow,” he promises, lips kissing yours, “You won’t have to worry about a thing babygirl. You just tell me if it’s too much.” Your heart flutters at his words. 

He holds his frame above you, both arms holding himself up around you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you want it closer.

You lift your mouth and kiss him, his tongue licking the insides of your mouth. His hands move down your body, knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want you to fuck me Jack. Please. I need you inside of me.”

One hand reached down to grab his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding just the tip in. Your moans filled the room as he slid further into you. 

In and out. Your body’s syncing up perfectly as he thrusted himself all the way inside of your soaking wet pussy. You dug your nails into his back. You threw your head back, closing your eyes as he pounded himself into you. His balls slapping against you with every thrust. 

He wrapped his hand around your throat once again. “You want me to keep going, you better keep those pretty fucking eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes to find in staring into you. His eyes dark. His chain swinging in front of you, hypnotizing you. 

He leans his head back, almost like he's fighting the orgasm, trying to make the moment last as long as his body will allow. 

“Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum," he groans.

"Want you to cum, Jack. Want you to fill my pussy," you whine. Your words whimpering, practically begging, music to his ears. 

"You want me to fill you up babygirl?” his hands tighten their grasp around your neck. "You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please Jack, I need it. Put a baby in me," you say, not even thinking twice about it. You need him, all of him.

“You want me to breed you, babygirl? You want me to fill you up and give you a baby?"

As your whimpers gets louder he takes your hand and guides to your lower belly, pressing together with his hand on the place where his tip bulges from inside of you.

“Ah, fuck babygirl, come on, cum with me.” 

“Ja-Jack, oh god!”

He fall onto your body, his thrust became sloppy as he groaned into your ear. His breath hot against your flesh.

With his last thrust, he gently kissed your lips. “You’re so good to me babygirl. There you go, so glad I finally got to cum inside you”, he places a kiss on your forehead. “Think I’m going to have to start working out more to keep up with you babygirl.”

“Wish you could just stay inside of me forever.”

“I’m sure we could arrange that.” He laughed. 

He sucked on your neck some more while you could feel his cock soften inside of you. He finally pulled himself out of you. He lowered his hand and put it on your cunt. 

“Wanna keep her full. Don’t want you to ever forget how she feels with me swimming inside of her.” He dragged the dripping cum back up before putting a finger inside you once more. You let out a loud moan before he pulled out of you. 

He threw his body next to yours and let out a sigh. “Jack, I don’t think I can even walk right now. Trust me you don’t have to worry about me forgetting who I belong to.”

“I thought about this since the last moment we were in bed together. Guess all that waiting was good for something.”

“You could let the do all the work next time, you know?”

“You got a deal babygirl. Shit, I would’ve proposed a long time ago if I knew I was going to get the best sex of my life out of it.”

You crawled onto him, resting your head on his bare chest. 

“You know, not to ruin the mood or anything but, Langdon mentioned the paper you shoved back into your pocket earlier. Don’t know if you want me to read it.”

“Yeah I figured he would.”

“So are you gonna let me read it? Is it the same thing you said tonight or?”

“Well yes and no. It’s not technically a proposal written on there. Might actually be better if you read it the day we get married.”

“You want me to wait until the day of our wedding to read it?”

“I mean, I’ll hide it if you don’t trust yourself to not read it. But please, for the love of god, don’t go around asking what’s in it.”

“No, it’s okay, I think I’m starting to like surprises now.” You laughed. 

With his crooked smile, he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too Jack. Until the end.”

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Six Weeks Later

You’d be feeling off the past few weeks. You chalked it up to the stress of realizing you were going to have to plan out a whole wedding while working as a full time night shift attending. And now Jack wants to go house hunting. 

“Hey! You alright in there? We gotta go before we’re late!” Jack knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Jack, I don’t know if I’m going to make it in tonight. Can you come in here please?”

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head around first. You were sitting on the floor against the shower tub next to the toilet. Fully dressed and ready to go to work.

“Jesus Christ, are you alright??” He ran up to you. 

“Well, I just threw up and feel slightly better but, this nausea is just something else right about now.”

“You think you’re alright to be going to work like this?”

“Yeah I think I’ll be fine just need to take some Zofran or something and I should be able to push through. Don’t want you guys to have to work short tonight. I don’t know maybe it was your cooking.”

“You said it was good…”, he sighed as he helped you up off the cold bathroom floor.

“I don’t know just nauseous really. That’s it. This wedding planning is going to give me an ulcer Jack.”

You somehow made it through the entire shift without vomiting on a patient. But by the time handoff came around, you were struggling just to breath. 

Once you were done, you sat at the nurses station in the corner, waiting for Jack. You put your elbows on your knees and your head down into your hands.

“God you look so pale. Don’t go passing out on me now.” He walked up to you. 

“Can you just help me to the bathroom before I throw up all over the floor please?”

He walked you over and as soon as the door was open to the single stalled bathroom, you ran inside. Swinging your arm back to shut the door before he could see you throwing up yet again.

He could hear you in there and immediately followed you inside. “Fucking hell, again. Are you pregnant or something?” 

You glared up at him, “I don’t know but, something’s wrong Jack.”

“Are you late?”

“Jack I don’t know. I’m never even regular. I don’t fucking know.” You looked up at him and wiped the cover of your mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, we’ll be okay no matter what’s going on.”

“I think we need to go buy some tests.”

“Shit.” His eyes widening as his jaw practically fell to the floor. 

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Woooo! Chapter 3! Wrote most of this while watching the MET Gala looks and honestly all the hot people make it so much easier to write lol. But I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! Keep an eye out for the next chapter to find out where this one is going! ;) 

Thank you to the like 4 people that asked for more! This one is for you guys!

[guardianofscrewingup]

This is exactly it. ^

So I'm a writer and want to get published and I was looking at chatgpt out of curiosity in a "will this ever replace the job I want to do" kind of way and I put in some premise stuff and plot stuff and was like "hey chatgpt, write this first chapter" of a book.

Now this was for the first chapter of a book I'd already co-written with my writing partner. It already existed. I didn't plan to use the chatgpt version. I wanted to see how that version compared to our version.

And it sucked. The things it came up with were trite and very tropey and boring, and you could tell were lifted from a million badly-written book summaries and Ao3. The thing I wrote with my friend was still funnier and more lively (esp since my friend is very funny.) It dealt with stuff thematically in a way that chatgpt couldn't, with us grappling with some mental health stuff rooted in personal experience.

For a different book, I tried different ideas, different prompts, asked it plotting stuff, compared to what I already had plotted.

And that also sucked. What I'd already planned was less tropey and more personal and more about some life-changing personal experience. It couldn't even come close to even the premise idea I was going with, because the premise idea I was going with had to do with my own perspective - whether people like that book or not, it is a specific-to-me perspective.

While experimenting with it, the only, and I mean literally the only thing I think it could be useful for for writers is as a glorified dictionary search. I did find it was useful to be like "hey chatgpt give me occupations that could work as surnames that can be used as given names, and link to your actual sources" or "give me a list of roots of [specific language] I can use to make up a name with, also give the etymology and links to your sources" or "give me some old-timey English surnames with X vibes from Y time period, with sources" or something. (All with requested links to sources to check it wasn't hallucinating and actually pulled it from at least somewhere.)

And that was marginally useful bc it had pulled a lot from stuff like dictionaries and wiktionary, could link to it for me to check for words and etymology that were there but would've taken a lot of time and sifting to find. The skill to filter through a ton of minutiae, if anything, wastes time you could be learning or doing things of actual meaning. Just like a calculator is a time saver if it's not math that it's very important for you to learn or do in your head.

But when it comes to acts of thought, of creativity, of memory, of research for actual topics that are important to learn, it is so so bad. AI should, honestly, at most be used for it's normal and healthier uses - to make it easier to search and catalog very minor information like a glorified dictionary search, or perform very limited functions. That's a thing that narrow AI already does and has done and with things like auto-correct, bot detection (like flagging bots for propaganda or hate speech slurs), speech recognition for voice-to-text, etc. etc.

Cataloging minor info that no one could possibly memorize like dictionaries to cross-reference, because there is no one that can actually memorize whole dictionaries, is one thing. Just like auto-correct is useful because no one can know how to spell every single word, even if it's their native language. Just like speech-to-text is useful because it helps someone communicate but doesn't communicate for them.

But when it comes to broader stuff, we can think, we can communicate, we can research and learn important things on our own, we can analyze things, we can create, and hell we can even learn math when we do need it, on our own.

If AI isn't a limited-focus time-saver that saves us time so we have more time to think, learn, and create, and is the thing that does the thinking, learning, and creating for us, it's a problem.

generative AI literally makes me feel like a boomer. people start talking about how it can be good to help you brainstorm ideas and i’m like oh you’re letting a computer do the hard work and thinking for you???

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Take You Down

WC: 1738

Synopsis: Hyunjin doesn't think anyone knows about your relationship. Enter Felix. Literally.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (you know better), dirty talk, desperation, very slight exhibitionism, very slight voyeurism, softdom!hyunjin, switch!felix? (maybe), sub!reader, reader is out of it for like half of the fic, jerking off, reader didn't explicitly consent to Felix watching but she's all for it, I think I got it all?

A/N: This was a request from a reader, soooo thank you! There was supposed to be some plot to this. That went out of the window when I started writing the smut. Im disappointed in myself, smh. Thanks to my beta @midnighthazee who continues to put up with my continuous smut writing. Enjoy!!

Y/n was excited when Hyunjin told her that the members were gonna be out for the day — everyone having schedules and being too busy to even think about being at home. Except for Hyunjin. 

He had just gotten back from a promotion video shoot for a skincare company. He had two days off before going back to his regular schedules, leaving him time to spend with y/n.

Hyunjin Do you wanna come over? The members are at schedules all day. I miss you…

Y/n had almost jumped for joy at that text. She hadn’t seen Hyunjin for a month now, starting to feel the distance drag on her. 

Y/n Of course! I’ll be over in like 30 I’ve been waiting to see you for weeks now :((

Hyunjin told her how much he missed her, and that he would cook her a nice big meal when she came over. They planned on watching a movie and cuddling until y/n inevitably had to leave before the members got back. 

He felt bad about keeping their relationship in the dark, but he feared that other people would make it seem like he wasn’t able to do his job if he was in a relationship. That’s how they always act, and he wanted to save y/n from the backlash they would receive — even from management. 

Y/n didn’t care, she wanted the whole world to know. The backlash didn’t matter, and if his managers wanted to scold them then they could scold them. It wasn’t going to keep y/n from being in his life either way. 

— — — —

When y/n had arrived at his dorm, she knocked softly and he opened the door eagerly. Hyunjin immediately took her into his arms and squeezed her so much she couldn’t breathe. 

“I missed you so much, baby.” He said, smiling brightly at her and taking her face in his hands. 

“I missed you too, so much.” She replied. She closed the distance between them and their lips met. 

It had been a month since they’d last seen each other, but now, finally alone, they couldn’t get enough of each other. 

Y/n moaned into the kiss, her fingers making their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Hyunjin was just as desperate, his hands roaming her body possessively as he guided her towards his bedroom. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you these past few weeks,” Hyunjin groaned against her lips, nipping at the bottom one. “Fantasized about having you in my bed again.” 

Y/n whimpered, arching into his touch. “Me too,” she breathed. “I need you so badly.”

They stumbled over to the bed, already tugging at each other's clothes. Y/n yanked Hyunjin’s shirt over his head trailing her fingers down his abs before untying the string on his sweatpants. 

Hyunjin groaned as he pushed her shirt up and off, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he rumbled, dipping his head to suck one into his mouth. 

Y/n cried out, her head falling back as pleasure raced through her. She kicked off her jeans leaving her bare except for her underwear. Hyunjin made quick work of that too, tossing it aside and exposing her fully to his hungry gaze. 

“Gonna worship every inch of you,” he promised, his voice roush with desire. “Remind you who you belong to.”

Y/n shivered at his words, the primal possessiveness in his tone making her pussy clench with need. “I’m yours,” she gasped. “Only yours.” 

Hyunjin smiled dangerously. He loved hearing those words from her. He pushed her back onto the bed, settling between her thighs and rubbing his hard cock against her dripping cunt. 

“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, reaching down to stroke himself. “Gonna fill you up so good, hm?” 

Y/n spread her legs wider, mind only focused on him and his words. His voice had a strong effect on her, and she could’ve sworn he was born a siren. 

She keened as he pushed into her slowly, his thick cock stretching her open and hitting all the right spots. He was so big it was hard not to. 

“Ah, fuck, yes,” Hyunjin hissed, starting to move faster after pulling out and pushing in once. “Take it all, baby.” 

He reached up and took her hands into his, interlacing their fingers and squeezing. Y/n could only moan in response, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pounded into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. 

They moved together like they were made for each other, and they were. Hyunjin fucked her so well, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine with every pass. Y/n arched her back, urging him on as she chased her release. 

They were so in their little world of pleasure, they didn’t hear the front door shut loudly, the automatic lock clicking into place. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the bedroom door open, Felix letting out a gasp as he saw the scene in front of him. 

Hyunjin noticed him when he gasped, not stopping his thrusts, and only looking in his direction to confirm his thoughts before turning back to his girl, thrusts turning rougher. 

Y/n made eye contact with Felix, unconsciously clenching around Hyunjin. He groaned and moved one of his hands from hers to wrap around her throat. 

“You see him over there, baby? See how desperate he looks just from seeing us?” Hyunjin whispered in her ear. Y/n let out a moan at the sight of him. 

“Looks like we’ve been made.” He said, an amused tone to his voice and a small smirk on his face. 

Felix finally came back to himself after what felt like an hour of staring at the unbelievably arousing sight in front of him. “I–I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you had company!” He rushed out, sounding stressed. 

All y/n could do was moan and lay there and take what Hyunjin was giving her. She was barely able to acknowledge the fact that he was saying anything, Hyunjin’s thrust feeling too good. 

“We were just getting started,” Hyunjin said, that addictive siren-like tone in his voice again. “Are you just gonna stand there? Grab a seat, hm?” 

Felix’s brain glitched.

He stuttered out a response, feeling hot all over. He walked over to the gaming chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and facing the scene in front of him. His dick was so hard in his jeans it hurt. 

Hyunjin turned his focus back to y/n, pounding into her at a ravenous pace. She was gonna cum soon. She could feel it building up and Felix’s presence wasn’t helping. 

Hyunjin could feel her squeeze around him. “So tight,” he groaned, extra loud for Felix. “Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer. She was barely present. 

Felix had taken off his jeans and pulled his cock out of his underwear. He was so hard and red and leaky. He had never been this turned on in his life. Hyunjin kept showering y/n in his dirty words and Felix was so embarrassingly close to cumming all over himself. 

It was made worse when Hyunjin looked his way, gripping y/n’s jaw and turning her head to face Felix. “Doesn’t she look so fucked out, Lix-ah?” 

Felix groaned loudly, taking in the pleasured look on her face and stroking his cock faster. Hyunjin smirked and brought his hand down to her throat, restricting her airflow. 

It took three more thrusts for y/n to squeeze around him harshly, moaning so loud throughout her orgasm that Hyunjin would have been afraid the neighbors would hear if he didn’t feel so good right now. 

He let out a loud groan at the tight feeling of her squeezing around his cock. Felix couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly, pitch rising as he came all over himself. He was twitching, stroking himself through his orgasm and letting out soft little moans. 

Hyunjin came next at the sight of Felix cumming and the feeling of y/n squeezing around him. He moaned loudly, the sound tapering off into a groan as he filled her up, pumping into her and working himself through his orgasm. 

Y/n was so out of it, she didn’t even realize he pulled out, subconsciously clenching to keep his cum inside of her. 

“That’s a good girl,” Hyunjin said softly in her ear. 

Felix bit his lip nervously, waiting for Hyunjin to kick him out after he just walked in on them and jerked off to the sight of them. 

He didn’t though. He picked y/n up off of the bed and just as he reached the doorway of the bedroom, he turned back and jerked his head toward the hallway. “Come on,” 

Felix immediately got up and followed him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet as Hyunjin sat y/n down on the counter and started a bath for them. 

“How long have you known,” Hyunjin asked, squirting the bubble solution from the bottle into the water. 

“Maybe two months?” Felix said. 

Hyunjin nodded in understanding. “Do the others know?” 

“Not that I know of,” he responded, glancing over at y/n. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” 

“It’s okay, you were gonna figure it out sooner or later. My main problem is our management. They can be real assholes.” Hyunjin gritted out, walking over to y/n and lifting her off of the sink and into the bathtub. “Get in, Lix.” 

Felix stood and climbed into the tub, sitting opposite of y/n while Hyunjin sat behind her. “I won’t tell them. It’s not my business anyways.”

Hyunjin smiled at that, feeling his love for his band mate increase as he started to wash y/n off. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to tell the rest of the group. They would all be supportive, and would back him when he inevitably told his managers. 

Little did he know, they already knew. Felix had been the last to find out. 

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I'm so happy you're back and your requests are open!!

Can I request Eddie Munson who tries to get your attention but you’re stuck on someone else? Could be Steve or something. Eventually you notice him and a happy ending?

I love this trope! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting ❤️

Notice me

Eddie had his reasons for disliking Steve Harrington. He knew he had petty reasons but reasons were reasons. Eddie knew who Steve truly was before he changed in the eyes of Dustin. Eddie tried to be nice about Steve for the kid but he couldn't help but roll his eyes whenever he talked about him. To him, Steve was the shallow boy he was in high school.

That's what he'd tell Dustin anyway.

Another huge reason was the girl Eddie had been in love with for years had her eyes set on Steve. Steve might have been the king, a rich daddy and good looks but Eddie knew he could never love Y/N the way he could.

Luckily for Eddie, Steve was still caught up on Nancy. Which he had no idea why. If Y/N was standing in front of him, Nancy would never be thought of again. But that's where they were different.

Y/N was friends with Steve but ached for so much more. It pained her to try to get Steve to see her in a new light, but he still had feelings for Nancy. It frustrated Y/N, Nancy was in love with another guy but Steve still wanted her.

She had absolutely no clue that her friend Eddie was desperate to get her attention. And that he had been trying for years.

~~~

Y/N sat on the curb as she frowned. She attended this party in hopes of talking to Steve, but he was searching around for Nancy. Y/N was positive she wasn't here but Steve didn't care. She wore her best dress, spent hours on her hair and makeup and still Steve barely glanced in her direction. She felt crushed as she held back tears.

Eddie walked up to the party, a toolbox in his hand as he prepared to sell. His attitude shifted from the party to Y/N sitting on the front curb.

"Want some company?" He asked. She looked up as someone joined her. She smiled as Eddie looked down at her with a soft look.

"Sure, Eds," she smiled. "I'd love your company."

Eddie smiled at her words, his heart fluttering. He sat next to her, not wasting a second to wrap his arm around her shoulder and bring her into his chest.

In his arms, she tried not to break down. She was embarrassed he already knew she was upset but she tried to soak in Eddie's comfort.

"Here to sell?" She asked, not wanting to talk about the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, unfortunately," he laughed. She enjoyed the vibrations coming from his chest. "I'll gladly take all of their daddy's money though."

She laughed as she cuddled into his chest. "Gonna buy yourself something nice with it? New watch or bracelet?" She joked.

"Nah, I've got you on my arm. I don't need that shit."

She smiled at his words, trying to forget how sad she felt about Steve. "You're the best, Eddie. Thank you for being my friend."

Eddie smiled but his heart cracked. He wasn't sure what to do to make her see him as more than a friend but he wasn't going to give up.

"You don't have to sit out here with me. I know you have work to do," she sighed. She went to pull away but he kept her in place.

"I want to," he reassured her, "Wanna get out of here? We can rent a movie."

Y/N debated on the option, but she was still desperate for Steve. "I appreciate it, Eddie. You go sell, make good money. I'm going to see if I can find Steve."

Eddie tried not to show how sad he was as she kissed his cheek and stood up. He grabbed her hand to stop her and she looked down at him.

"You look beautiful tonight, by the way. In case the jerk face doesn't notice, you should know."

She smiled to the ground as she rubbed his hand as a thank you before letting it go.

He turned his head to watch her disappear into the party. He stood up and kicked a rock near his foot. He shook off his disappointment and the rejection. He grabbed his drugs and headed to the backyard. He hated Steve Harrington.

~~~

Y/N knew she tried too hard to seek Steve's interest but she couldn't stop herself. She just wanted him so bad. He was inches away from her all the time, making her want to connect their lips and never let him go. It was torture to talk to him, breathe in his cologne, and not have him the way she wanted.

She wasn't sure what Nancy had that she didn't. Even with their history, Nancy didn't love Steve the way Y/N did. He was so blinded by Nancy that he couldn't see how perfect Y/N was for him and how happy she could make him.

She sighed as she played with the straw in her drink. She frowned as she watched Steve lean against the wall to talk to Nancy. It was Steve's birthday and they were all huddled at his house to celebrate. She was glad Steve's parents weren't ever around so she could drink everything in Steve's dad's bar.

As usual, Nancy gave him short answers, clearly wanting to be anywhere else. It was painful that everyone could see how pitifully in love he was but Nancy. Y/N felt out of place as the room was filled with people she didn't know. As his friend, it wasn't with it. But if they were together, she'd stand by him in any crowded room because he felt safe. After a few more drinks, she gave up on Steve.

She slightly stumbled out of her seat, walking over to Steve and Nancy.

"Sorry to interrupt, Happy birthday, Steve. I'm going to call for a ride and head home,"

"Oh yeah, thanks for coming," he said quickly, not even looking at her as he jumped right back into Nancy. Y/N felt her face burn in embarrassment. She turned and quickly walked away. The faster she walked the more she realized she needed that ride. She headed for the phone on the wall and dialed the familiar number.

~

She soaked in the night air as she lay in the grass. It was uncomfortable, stabbing her skin but she didn't mind. Her eyes closed as she breathed in. The alcohol swimming around her head. She shouldn't be surprised every time Steve ignores her, but for some reason, she thought it would be different at one point. One day he'll realize Nancy isn't the one for him and come to her. She could wait for that day.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

She opened her eyes as she heard Eddie's voice getting closer to her. She smiled when he appeared in front of her, a worried look on his face.

"You little shit! I thought you were passed out and hurt!"

"Come lay down with me," she giggled, the alcohol taking more effect. "Let's look at the stars!"

"Honey, you're drunk. How about we go home?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Please?" She whispered, Eddie sighed as he saw the begging look in her eyes.

"Fine, but only for a little bit! Sticks and shit get stuck in my hair," he grumbled laying next to her. He looked up at the stars like she asked, his hands on his chest. "I don't know what I'm looking at."

His heart fluttered as she laughed. She tilted her head until she was hitting his shoulder. She pointed up to the sky, her arm between them as he followed it. She began to point out the stars above them, knowing every name.

Eddie wasn't surprised she knew all of them. She amazed him every time he learned something new about her. If she had any flaws he didn't see them. When he dreamed about his future, she was it.

"Which ones can I wish on?" He muttered.

"Shooting stars, but those are hard to find. Why? Do you have a wish?" She asked, she tilted her head up to look at him. He looked breathtaking under the moonlight. His big brown eyes reflected the stars and Y/N felt this new emotion towards him.

He shrugged, still looking above. "I've got one in mind." She couldn't tear her eyes away, she had never noticed how beautiful he was. She felt this desire to kiss him, and it scared her.

"What is it?" She whispered. Eddie turned to look at her, shocked to see her already looking at him.

"I can't tell you because then it won't come true," he teased. She let out a smile, agreeing to his statement.

"I hope it comes true for you," she said.

She didn't know she was the only one who could make his wish come true.

"Let's get you home, sweets," he said as he got to his feet. He held out his hand as she sat up.

"Can I stay with you? I don't want to be alone," she asked, hugging her knees. She looked lost and sad. And Eddie wished he could take all her pain away.

"I've got your favorite shirt cleaned, and Wayne made his famous Mac and cheese for dinner," he smiled as her face lit up. She jumped to her feet and grasped his hand.

~

Y/N enjoyed her warm bowl of Mac and cheese as she sat in Eddie's T-shirt. Her legs tossed on his lap as he flicked through the channels. His free hand rubbed up and down her shin, goosebumps raised under his touch.

She immediately felt better in the presence of Eddie and his trailer. There wasn't a bad day that Eddie couldn't turn around. The alcohol slowly left her system as her tipsy energy decreased.

"Hey," she said softly as she nudged him with her foot. His hand stopped moving and he turned to look at her. "Thank you for coming tonight."

He wanted to say so much. He wanted her to realize she called him when she was sad, not Steve. He wanted her to realize he knew how to make her feel better, and Steve wouldn't know where to start. He just wanted her to finally see he was the one who picked up her broken pieces when Steve didn't pick her. But he couldn't.

"I'll always be there when you need me."

~~~

The weather was warm and Dustin invited everyone out to play a game of baseball. Eddie brought Y/N and Dustin to the field. Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Mike met them there.

"Who are the captains?" Dustin asked as he smacked his hand against his glove.

"I will," Steve said as he stepped forward.

Eddie rolled his eyes, not surprised he wanted to be the frontman. He caught a glance of Y/N staring at Steve as she bit her lip. Eddie wasn't afraid of some competition.

Eddie stepped forward and Y/N was surprised.

"Alright, let's see what you got pretty boy," Eddie smirked as he patted Steve's chest.

Dustin wasn't surprised by the heat between them, but Y/N was new to seeing just how much Eddie couldn't stand Steve. Eddie was never the type to want to run around and sweat. He could care less about this shit and all of a sudden he wanted to run the team and to go against Steve.

Steve looked down at Eddie's hand, shoving it off his chest as he glared at him.

"Pick first," Eddie growled. Steve didn't look away from him as he called Nancy's name.

"Y/N," Eddie called. She happily skipped to his side. She felt excited she was his first pick.

"Mike" Steve called

"Dustin" Eddie called

"Robin" Steve called

The teams were set and the game started. They separated to warm up and then started the game.

"Think they'll tackle each other half way through?" Robin asked as she guarded first base. Y/N laughed behind her as she kept her foot on the base, waiting for Eddie to bat.

"Definitely,"

Y/N watched as Eddie stepped up to bat. She couldn't help but check him out as he smacked the bat against his sneakers. His legs displayed as he wore black shorts and a tight white T-shirt. Even from across the field she could see his dark ink. His hair was tied up, thanks to her.

"Don't be scared to throw it like a man this time, Harrington," he smirked as he sent Steve a wink. This was the first time Y/N had ever seen Eddie do a sport, and she wasn't sure if he should be trash talking.

Steve threw the ball with all the anger in his body, the ball cracked against the bat as Eddie swung. Y/N watched in awe as Eddie hit it out of anyone's reach. Nancy went running after the ball as Eddie started running. Y/N stood on the base shocked.

"BABY! YOU GOTTA RUN!" he screamed as he ran towards her. She snapped out of her thoughts and ran as fast as she could. Eddie was right behind her, encouraging her as she hit the second base. "GO! GO! GO!"

She squealed with excitement as she kept running, Eddie hot on her feet as she smacked the third base.

"HOME RUN! GO! GO!" Dustin screamed from home base as he waited to bat.

Y/N pushed through and landed on the base, Eddie right behind her. She screamed as Eddie picked her up and twirled her in the dirt.

"THAT WAS SO FUN!' she screamed, the adrenaline pumping through her. She looked down at Eddie as he gently dropped her to her feet. "I didn't know you knew how to play!" She said shocked as she smacked his shoulder. "That was fucking impressive."

"I always have tricks up my sleeve," he winked as he walked to grab his bat. Y/N tried to shrug off the blush she felt creeping on from his wink.

The game started to get heated quickly as Steve and Eddie ran laps around each other. Neither were giving up and being fueled by their competitiveness.

Steve was just an out behind winning the whole thing. He couldn't stand the thought of Eddie winning. He didn't have much against the guy, but Eddie hated him so Steve returned the favor.

Y/N ran as fast as she could, trying to make it safely to the base. With her foot an inch away she felt Steve smash against her, ball to her stomach. She cried out in pain as she dropped to her knees, the ball knocking the wind out of her.

Steve didn't notice at first, caught up in the heat of the game. He became alert real quick when Eddie ran over.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Eddie screamed as he shoved Steve. Steve threw down the ball and glove, getting back in Eddie's face.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. DON'T PUSH ME!" He gave Eddie a hard shove, making him stumble a few steps back.

"You don't play rough with a girl like that," Eddie said with a clenched jaw. He was becoming very protective over her and everyone was getting worried a fight would break out.

"Eddie, I'm okay," Y/N said as she breathed through her words. "It was just an accident." She clenched her stomach and Eddie turned to look at her. "Don't start something."

Eddie scoffed as she blamed him. "Seriously? He fucking hurt you! And I wouldn't be surprised if it was on purpose." Eddie spat as he turned to Steve.

"I'd never hurt her," Steve fought back.

"Like you even give a shit about her," Eddie snarled. "Your head is so far up Nancy's ass you've got no idea how much you've been hurting Y/N."

Y/N gulped as Steve casted a look towards her. "Eddie please just shut up." She begged.

"You know what, fine," Eddie scoffed as he backed up. "It's always going to be Steve anyway." He sent a sad glance towards Y/N and walked away. She stared after him, a twist in her stomach.

Steve walked over to check on her, his hands on her skin. She wanted to soak in the feeling but her eyes followed Eddie. She pushed Steve away and ran to follow Eddie but he was gone when she made it to the parking lot.

~

Y/N normally wasn't nervous to see Eddie, but knowing he was upset with her didn't settle right. After the gang left the field, Steve dropped her off at Eddie's.

Originally she was going to get her car and let Eddie have space. Yet, she welcomed herself into his unlocked trailer and found him in his room.

She knocked on the open door, alerting her presence. He looked over his shoulder from his spot on his bed, letting out a puff of air before he turned back around.

"I'm sorry I made you upset," she said, walking into his room. She sat on his bed, but he didn't turn around. "I hope you know you mean more to me than he does. You're my best friend and you always will be. And it was rude of me to tell you to shut up. I just didn't want Steve to know how I felt."

"I know I mean more to you than Steve as friends. But I want to mean more than him in other ways," Eddie admitted. He kept his back towards her as he spoke his wall.

"What does that mean?" She asked

Eddie sighed as he rolled over. He sat up and looked down at his hands. "You know how you've been trying to get Steve to notice you romantically?"

"Yeah," Y/N sadly sighed.

"I've been trying to do the same thing with you," he confessed. He nervously looked up from his hands to see her reaction.

"You like me?" She asked. He hated the pitiful look in her eyes. She felt guilty for hurting him and never noticing.

"Yeah," Eddie sighed. "For a long time."

Y/N was shocked. She didn't know what to say. She never once thought Eddie liked her as more than a friend. She was as oblivious as Steve was apparently. But she couldn't deny how her attention had shifted to Eddie lately.

"And I know you like Steve and I'm nothing like Steve."

Y/N shifted closer, "Remember that night of Steve's birthday?"

Eddie nodded, eyeing as she continued to move closer.

"I wanted to kiss you," she confessed. "I thought you looked beautiful and I had this huge urge to kiss you. I thought maybe I was drunk. But I woke up thinking the same thing."

"Really?" Eddie gulped. He was getting nervous as she got even closer, his heart racing.

"Really. Then I wanted to do it again at the baseball field. My stomach had butterflies the whole time, and it was not because of him."

"Do you want to do it now?' he asked, flicking his eyes to her lips.

"I do," she shyly smiled. She held her breath as he moved and held her cheek, leaning in.

She felt fireworks erupt in her stomach as their lips touched. She worked her way onto his lap as the kiss deepened, both wanting to be as close as possible.

After that kiss, she never thought of Steve again.

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Hi, Andy! Could I please get a cafe latte with cold foam for Quinn Hughes where he’s interested in trying something new, like a position or kink, I don’t have anything specific in mind but he’s very sweet about it. He doesn’t pressure at all but maybe it’s something he’s hinted to before.

hi! i chose "pussy worship" for this blurb because i think it's so quinn. this is very "kink negotiation" rather than tons of sex but i think that's just as sweet as sex can be :)

“Baby, are you going to stay down there all day?” you ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s hair.

He’s between shifts, laying with his head on your stomach instead of between your legs like before. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing steadily, rubbing his thumb over the inside of your thigh.

“I might,” he seems to wonder aloud. “I don’t know.” He blinks his eyes open and looks up at you, chin digging into your flesh. His facial hair rubs against your stomach, scratching you lightly. “Is that okay?”

His eyes are clear and sweet, somewhere between green and blue and gray in this light. It’s still early in the day, so he has plenty of time to stay where he is if he wants to.

“I knew you liked my pussy, but I didn’t know you liked it so much that you could stay there all day,” you jest with a smile on your face. Quinn has always been quite the munch, but there’s something in the air today that is almost palpable. He wants more than he’s letting on. 

He lays his head down again, this time on your thigh. “I don’t know,” Quinn mumbles. His fingers trail up your thigh and reach your folds, already sensitive from the previous head he gave you. His index finger parts them gently and he touches for only a second before pulling away. “Just appreciating you, is all.”

That’s his second ‘I don’t know’ in two replies. You touch his cheekbone, then his nose. “Are you still thinking about what you told me the other day?” you ask.

Quinn’s gaze flickers to you, then back down. “A little bit.” He seems almost shameful, although there’s no reason to be. 

“You can stay down there all day if you want,” you offer. “I think it’s sweet how you want to love on me, Q.”

He sighs. It's a big, heaving sound that deflates his whole body. “I don't think I explained it well,” Quinn says. “It’s not just wanting to eat you out because I love you. It’s deeper than that.” He continues toying with your pussy, feeling your juices start to coat his fingertips. He’ll spread your folds and let them fall back together, stroke his thumb over your clit and then remove his hand entirely. When he speaks again, he’s much more reverent. “I want to worship you.”

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for Quinn to continue.

He doesn’t make you wait long. “It’s not about… making you come. It’s not about tasting you. I need to…” he trails off, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

Your heart flutters. He’s so beautiful, his face shining with earnestness. 

A kiss lands on your clit, with Quinn shifting so that your thighs bracket him. “I just need this,” Quinn finishes. He traces your folds with the tip of his tongue and you start to see what he’s saying– he’s mapping your pussy, taking in every single nook and cranny and ridge and valley just because it feels right. It calms him, it centers him. It vitalizes him.

It’s not about pleasure, but that doesn’t mean Quinn doesn’t make you come. It’s just another movement, reaction, and taste for him to categorize. He stays between your legs for hours– genuine hours– and you have no idea how he manages to do this so long. It might clear his mind and wipe the slate clean and satisfy him on a level that supercedes sexual pleasure. You don’t know, but the serene bliss on Quinn’s face is enough for you.

[rafesangelita]

♡ stepbro!rafe fingers you when he see’s that your bedroom door is open..

warnings: stepcest, slight mean!rafe, fingering, dirty talk

“are you sure you can’t come out with us tonight? it’s not like you to skip out on a party..” you sighed over the phone, acting as if you were annoyed to be left alone with him. “i really wish i could, but you know i’m stuck here house sitting with rafe.” kicking your feet back and forth, you smiled as you heard the familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, your door cracked just enough for him to pass by and see you in nothing but your black stockings. “ugh, whatever then, try not to die of boredom.” you laughed, rolling your eyes despite your best friend not being able to see you. “oh trust me, i won’t.”

rafe walked by just as you hung up your phone, his eyes doing a double take as he froze in the hallway. what the fuck? taking a few steps back, rafe peeked his head through the door only to be met with the sight of you sitting on your bed, completely topless and looking as pretty as ever. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! i could’ve had friends with me or something.” he cursed, a fit of butterflies erupting in your stomach when you saw him subtly lock your door behind him. “so? i’m sure they would’ve loved the show..” rafe scoffed, yanking your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed where he separated your thighs.

“yeah, i bet you would’ve wanted that, huh? you obviously get off on the attention.” he looked down, spreading open your slick folds. “getting caught by me turns you on this much?” you let out a shaky breath when he ran his fingertips down your slit, your lack of response making him curse in your ear. “answer me, you fucking slut. you get this wet at the idea of me finding you ready to use?” he squished your cheeks together, his digits prodding at your sticky entrance. “yes—!” you gasped when you felt him shove himself knuckles deep inside your cunt, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.

rafe’s thumb found your clit, your mouth falling open as your body jolted at the sudden friction on your sensitive bundle of nerves. burying your face in his chest, you moaned as the scent of rafe’s cologne filled your senses, his lips meeting your skin with sloppy wet kisses. “oh, fuckkk!” you squealed, your thighs shutting around his hand as the soaked noises of your cunt was loud enough for both of you to hear over your uneven breaths. rafe didn’t care about the stinging pain in his arm from you digging your nails into his flesh, he was far too busy watching the way your face twisted in pleasure.

“i’m not fucking you until you cum around my fingers,” he said through gritted teeth, “do you feel how hard you have me right now?” you palmed him through his shorts, his forehead collapsing in the curve of your neck. you felt the familiar tension starting to build in your core, your chest rising and falling as rafe continued rubbing hard circles around your clit, his fingers curling in a way that made you cry out. “oh!” you clung onto him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your high washed over you, your body trembling with over sensitivity.

rafe covered your mouth even though it was just you two at tanneyhill. “save your pretty sounds for when i fuck all the stupid thoughts out of your head.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[southernimpala]

frontseat

sam winchester x fem!reader

summary ↬ you and sam make a gas station run with the impala by yourselves

notice ↬ the love for the first part was so overwhelming so thank you soso much !! so here is (hopefully) a satisfying pt 2 :) , fluff, dean being a wingman is one of my fav tropes ever, no use of y/n, lowercase intended !

wordcount ↬ 2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ read part one ↬ backseat

it’s nearly twilight; a dark blue coloring the sky like paint strokes, blending with the fading pink remnants of the sun’s warm glow. now, the moon comes in brisk winds rustling the trees and sweeping over baby as she cruises down a dimly lit backroad, tree silhouettes stretching for miles.

the soft rumble of the impala has never been louder in your ears as you practically beg it to fill the deafening silence between you and sam in the front seat. 

it’s been a week since you overheard his and dean’s little conversation as you pretended to be fast asleep. to you, it was less of a conversation and more of a confession that confirmed any subconscious suspicions you weren’t even sure you had. 

but now, even though you know sam feels the same way you do tenfold, everytime you even remotely try to get those three terrifying words off your tongue, you’re rendered speechless. 

dean can see how you’ve changed toward sam ever since, not that he has any clue you were honing in on their talk. he noticed how you linger against his skin when your fingers brush accidentally while collecting scattered papers, only for you to pull away quickly like an electric shock. 

he noticed everytime sam would make a joke, you’d laugh harder—which wasn’t out of the ordinary, you always laughed at sam’s jokes harder than you ever did with dean’s—but, now, there was something in your eye when you looked at him as you erupt in giggles. 

which maybe—you suspect—is why he sent you and sam on a run to the gas station, something about dropping his toothbrush on the grimy motel bathroom tiles and having a persistent craving for pie. he’s trying to scratch your itch. and sam has no idea. 

“i just saw you brush your teeth,” sam had argued, but he was already slinging his carhartt over his broad shoulders, “if you want something, go get it yourself.” 

“yeah, well, i’m already in bed,” dean shot back, tucking his hands behind his head and snuggling against the pillow propping him up against the wall, “oh, and, if they have those little boxed pies—” 

“yeah, yeah,” sam rolled his eyes, stuffing his wallet into his jeans before turning to you, “you want anything?” 

at sam’s question, dean sat up straighter, “woah, woah, you’re both goin’.” 

you and sam’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“what, why?” you both asked simultaneously. 

dean cleared his throat and reached over to the nightstand to shamelessly hold up the porno tv guide pamphlet, with a look on his face that read: do i even have to explain? 

sam’s face faltered a little, and before you could blink, he was snatching baby’s keys, “alright, enough said.” but you caught the look. the ‘what are you trying to do’ look. 

now, you’re searching through dean’s mixtapes on your way back from the gas station, this time, a unicorn toothbrush—it was sam’s idea—and a boxed pie pumped full of preservatives in the backseat, with a million different ways to blurt, ‘i love you’ running circles in your head. 

“find anything good in that junk pile?” sam asks, a smile playing on his lips. 

you scoff, “hey, just because dean isn’t here doesn’t mean you can make fun of mullet rock.” 

he puts one of hands up in surrender as you slide in a tape with REO SPEEDWAGON written in big, inky letters. as music starts to flood in the car like the bright street lamps once you make it out of the forest, you begin to get antsy; stealing glances at sam’s perfect side profile illuminating in the hazy yellow glow and the twinkle in his eye from the moon falling in from the windshield everytime he slightly tilts his head in concentration. 

your heart feels like it’s continuously falling through your body. you swear when sam catches your gaze for a split second, you ascend to heaven, remembering everything he said about you when he thought you couldn’t hear.

it’s a soft kind of admiration. fluffy like the overcast clouds in the sky, gentle like his touch when you’re hurt. you ache. 

“maybe this song isn’t so bad,” sam admits, head bopping slightly to the guitar filling the impala, “better than zepp.” 

you scoff, “right, because i remember you only like songs produced past ‘95.” 

“when did you hear me say that?” sam asks, and suddenly, your stomach drops, because maybe you were supposed to be asleep when he was teasing dean about obnoxiously inheriting their dad’s music taste, you can’t even remember. 

“u-um,” an awkward laugh passes your lips, “it’s just a hunch i have.” 

“ahh, right,” he says unbelieving, and a breath of relief passes through you, “you just know me so well.”

“what, think i don’t?” you ask, pretending to be offended. 

“no,” he says softly, the smile that spreads across his face is so instinctual you aren’t even sure he’s aware of it as he stares longingly through the windshield, like a thought only he’ll ever know birthed the grin, “no, you do.”

as the car ride drags on, the night completely overtaking the dimming sky, sam mumbles absentmindedly, “can’t believe dean sent us to the farthest gas station in town.” 

you subconsciously roll your eyes, of course, he did. 

“you know how he feels about his porn,” you joke, trying to cover the blush creeping across your nose and cheeks with your hand as it props against your window. 

sam shakes his head, “he’s disgusting.” 

“it isn’t so bad,” you try to reason, mustering up every courageous bone in your body to say, “when it’s just the two of us, i mean.” 

sam tries not to take his eyes off the road for too long at a time to look at you, but you can tell he’s dying to get a clear image of the look on your face. 

“what—” 

“sam, i—” but before you can let the words spill out, tripping over themselves on your tongue in eagerness, anxiety pooling in your stomach like trapped butterflies, the motel sign comes into view, vibrant and neon. 

he pulls into a spot right in front of your room, the blinds broken and crooked to where, if you squint hard enough, you swear you can see dean laying on the bed, probably watching some mindless television as he waits for the two of you to bust through the door, lips locked and all. 

sam twists the engine off, the impala now dead silent, save for the crickets outside seeping through the open windows. your fingers twist at the fringes of your denim skirt, goosebumps arising on your skin as the brisk winds sweep across you while you sit stagnant, and the feeling of sam’s eyes on you is not helping. 

“what’s been going on?” he asks finally, twisting to look at you completely. “this whole week you’ve been acting weird.” 

“have not,” you choke out, gaze trained on your legs as fabric threads through your hands. 

“have to,” he mocks teasingly, and the urge to slap him, or maybe just kiss him already, becomes unbearable, “it’s like you wanna say something but can’t get it out.” 

“maybe you have something to say but can’t get it out,” you retort childishly, because now you’re getting defensive. 

even if you know he feels the same, that there’s no risk telling him how you feel, there’s still a risk. having sam become something hunters don’t get the chance to experience was terrifying the hell out of you. it only takes one bad hunt, one injury, and letting yourself succumb to the love exploding through your body every time you’re in his proximity would be like suicide.

“look, i just wanna make sure you’re alright,” he says, softer this time, and you almost don’t want to look at him because you know if you do, you’ll melt. 

“i—i’m fine,” you try to muster, but the facade is cracking. 

“look at me,” he coaxes gently. your legs fall limp.

you shake your head delicately, keeping your eyes trained on the leather seat beneath you. the crickets sound louder. the buzz of the ice machine rings.

he calls your name, so soft it aches, “tell me you’re really fine, that nothing’s wrong.” 

the love is so much stronger against every bone in your body screaming at you to not lift your head and keep the shield around your heart. 

when your eyes meet, suddenly, you aren’t in a parking lot, not in baby. you’re in a black void with sam as the only sight in your vision, glowing in the ugly yellow light coming from somewhere, with a look that says he thinks he knows what you’re going to confess, because he wants to confess the same thing. 

“sam, i love you,” the words fall in an uneasy breath, eyes wide in fear, in shock, in love. 

he exhales, shaky and broken, but it takes a single beat of his heart to reach his large hand around, cupping your head before pulling you to meet his lips, crashing hastily like making up for all the times he wished he could. 

it’s messy. teeth clash, lips swell, cheeks flush, hands shake as you reach to graze your fingers against his smooth jaw. when you pull away, you're both breathless, leaning against your foreheads across the center console, desperate for another taste. 

the smile of relief on his beautiful face copies on yours, eyes staring so intensely into each other's, your souls mesh through the hazel color you want imprinted in your pupils.

“you love me?” he breathes, like he can’t believe it. 

you nod, a giggle escaping, “i’m so scared, sam.” 

he nuzzles against your forehead, like he knows what you mean, but the grin never falters, “i am, too.” 

you sit together for a minute, lips catching, unbelieving short kisses that settle the reality deep in your bones, before he asks, “why are you saying this now?” 

you debate telling the truth, then a raw, genuine laugh breaks out of your chest, “i was listening to you and dean talk last week.” 

his fingers moving in gentle caresses against your cheek halt, and he pulls away slightly, “you weren’t asleep?” 

you shake your head, popping the ‘p’ on when you respond, “nope.” 

he runs a hand through his hair, like everything begins to make sense. his mouth opens and closes like a flytrap, trying to muster some kind of cocky, sarcastic remark back to your revelation, but before he can say a word, a shadow appears behind his head in the car window, making you shriek. 

sam whips around, ready to knock the car door right into whoever was lingering, when dean throws his hands up in surrender, “it’s just me!” 

sam sighs, palming his face, “how long were you standing there?” 

“long enough,” dean smirks, nodding his head to you as you try to calm your racing heart, “sorry to scare you, sweetheart.” 

“fuck off, dean,” you say, biting your cheek to withhold a smile. 

he slaps the hood of the impala, “well, now that my work here is done, i am ready to enjoy my ‘thank you very much for getting us to finally confess our feelings’ pie, please.” 

“you don’t deserve it,” sam mumbles, reaching to hand him the boxed dessert. 

“thank you,” dean says sweetly, snatching it out of sam’s grip, ignoring the chide remark, “oh, and nice toothbrush, that for you, sammy?” 

sam furrows his eyebrows, “it’s for you, dean.” 

“no need, you take it, found a spare in my bag,” dean says, shrugging, “carry on!” 

sam scoffs, shaking his head as you both watch dean scurry back into the room, barely making it past the front door with the pie fully intact and not halfway into his mouth, “he’s such an idiot.” 

“a smart idiot, though,” you remind, reaching over the console to take his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together as your palm disappears into his. 

sam looks to your conjoined hands, a teeth bearing grin forming that has your heart palpitating again, his head coming to dip against yours, lips parting as they graze the other’s, “yeah, really smart.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ tags ↬ @h8aaz , @sacr1ficialang3l <33

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sam winchester masterlist !

[anisespice]

“ baby steps ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

continuation of this post.

pairings: bonten x fem!reader [ kaku, rin, koko]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, mild angst w/ comfort (mostly comfort), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), more on the lighter side compared to the first parts, this one doesn’t feel as “:((“, mentions of misbehavior and it’s slightly glorified? vandalism? and i think that’s it :))

notes: IF YOU SAW THE FIRST DRAFT/ACCIDENTAL POST OF THIS NO YOU DIDNT 🫵🏾😀. God this took me so so long, I kept changing ideas, and then getting new ones on top of those changes and ugh, and the next thing I know it’s FREAKING MIDNIGHT AND I HAVE WORK IN SIX HOURS :D but it’s fine it’s fine b/c it is DONE. Thank you so so so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!

notes ii: not proof read, probably loads of typos, but will edit accordingly.

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KAKUCHO felt a lot of things at the moment. It ranged from nausea, to anticipation, to straight up panic as if he were actively being hunted for sport. But, instead of imminent danger, he was standing in the middle of the parking lot outside of your apartment building, flowers in hand, dressed in his Sunday’s best.

Cliche? Yes. Over the top? Absolutely.

But he was willing to risk his pride if it meant showing you his devotion, his determination in making things right. With every step he took, growing closer and closer into your world, into the world he chose to leave in the first place, his heart harshly thudded in his ears, thankfully drowning out those doubtful thoughts that plagued him ever since he saw you beneath those cherry blossoms not too long ago.

Before he knew it, he was standing at your door.

His grip around the flowers was deathly, blood cold as ice, sweat forming at his hairline. Kakucho gulped, reaching up to tug at his collar. The suit was tailored, and yet it never felt more suffocating. He could faintly hear your son’s screams of joy just beyond the door, followed by your sweet voice. It was pretty late, and Kakucho assumed the little guy would’ve been in bed by now. This only added more stress to his full plate. It would be hard enough trying to face you again, but to face your child as well? His flesh and blood?

“Oh, god…” he muttered, the reality starting to cave in.

He couldn’t do this…he wasn’t ready. Maybe he could try again tomorrow…or the next day…or the next— The front door clicks.

Next thing he knew, it was wide open. And there you stood, son on your hip and all. Kakucho had never felt more unworthy of such a tender sight in all his life, wanting nothing more than for whatever god above to smite him down so that he may die a happy man. You looked so healthy, face fuller and curves to show how kind the years have been. Your son eyed Kakucho curiously, fist in his mouth as he suckled on his hand. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, feeling like a bug under a spotlight. His lips trembled, words lost with only chopped intakes of air in their place, and soon came the tears.

You didn’t look angry. You didn’t even look perturbed.

If anything you looked…expectant. As if you were awaiting his arrival.

“[_]-..[____]…” he eventually spoke, meekly. You offered him a small smile, adjusting the boy from one hip to the other. “I..I don’t.. how’d you…?”

You gestured to the flowers. “Ms. Toshinori called. Said an old ‘regular’ came by requesting a big order of my favorites. And that she was happy to hear that we were… working things out.”

Kakucho’s brows furrowed. Then, came realization. It didn’t even occur to him where he was purchasing the flowers from, it’d been so long, he didn’t think twice. He used to visit Ms. Toshinori’s little flower shop on his way home from work just to see your smile. He supposed old habits die hard. “At first, I thought she was mistaken, chalked it up to old age and… I didn’t really have the heart to correct her. But, then I saw you standing in the parking lot. For quite a while.”

Kakucho flushed, gaze shifting away. You chuckled, your son resting his head on your shoulder while he fiddled with your necklace. “By the time you decided to come up here, I had already made up my mind. Figured if you’re going through all this trouble, then…it couldn’t hurt to pretend just this once.”

“Pretend..?”

“…That we’re working things out.”

Kakucho felt a slight pang, a bitterness blooming from the pit of his stomach and into his throat, like bile after a long night of drinking. A weak smile grew on his face, “For how long.. would we pretend?”

He spared a glance at you both, soaking in as much of it as he could in case it would soon be the last. You hummed in thought, reaching up to take the necklace’s charm out of your son’s mouth. “Not sure. This little one can play pretend for hours, sometimes days.”

You gently bounced your son making him giggle, snuggling his face into your shoulder. Kakucho’s smile grew wobbly, catching on quick to what you were insinuating. “I see…well. Lucky for all of us, I’ve got plenty of time to play pretend…”

Gnawing on your lower lip, you gave him a look that was full of yearning, years worth of unspoken words and unanswered questions hidden in the storm that was your gaze. Kakucho probably didn’t look any different, the dark circles under his eyes could tell a thousand stories. All of them with one ending—You. Always you.

Looking down at your son, you looked back at Kakucho with a tender smile and gestured to the flowers once more, “Trade ya?”

Kakucho stiffened, eyes widening ever so slightly. “Won’t that…upset him?”

“Trust me.” You reassured, already in the process of handing him over. Kakucho stuttered in his steps, especially when your son was already reaching out to him, content. “He’s real cuddly. When you’re calm, he’s calm.”

You happily took the flowers from his hands, noticing the poor stems had been slightly crushed beneath his iron grip. Kakucho adjusted his hold on the boy, making sure he was comfortable, and not weirdly positioned. “Seems rather…dangerous, don’t you think? For him to be ok in a stranger’s arms so…easily?”

“Not if that stranger is his father.”

His breath hitched. Kakucho felt that lump in his throat grow, making it hard for him to swallow. Watery eyes gazed down at the small child as he reached up to trace his scar, curious eyes taking him in, no fear, no disgust…just pure. Kakucho allowed a few tears to fall, blessed to be in this moment when he felt in his soul that he didn’t deserve it.

“What’s…what’s his name?”

After inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers, a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t felt in a while. You knew this wouldn’t automatically make things ok again, it would take some time, some more healing to even scratch the surface. But with him right back where he belonged, safe and alive, and with you…you figured this was at least a start. You watched as father and son interacted for the first time, savoring the memory so that it’s deeply etched into you like a tattoo. And with a gentle hum, you replied.

“Izana.”

You wasted no time high tailing it out of the gym.

After the initial shock passed, RINDOU didn’t even have the chance to make awkward small talk with you before you’re giving him a half-assed “thanks”, turning heel and booking it for the nearest exit. The last thing he saw before you disappeared through the doors was the confused, but sad look on little Rintaro’s face as he waved goodbye.

He couldn’t even blame you for the abrupt exit. With how he ended things with you way back when…he wouldn’t want to speak to him either.

Rindou stood there, feeling a little…lost. Discombobulated? He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the word, but he knew he didn’t like it. Does he just go about his day? Continue his workout, then go home like none of this happened? Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Not when he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, those little contextual clues given to him by the young boy, that he wouldn’t piece together until he was already laying in bed that night, wide awake.

Roughly four years…mom is his ex…no dad in the picture…

“Shit.” He cursed into the darkness.

—

With the street lights illuminating his path, guiding his muscle memory to surroundings he remembered all too well from many nights in the past, Rindou couldn’t sleep without knowing the truth, without having some sort of closure to the numerous thoughts that wouldn’t allow him a wink.

Wearing nothing but old sweats and hoodie, he practically raced through the night until he was standing outside of the diner you, hopefully, still worked at. It was one of those open late joints, a ‘ma and pop’ sorta spot where the atmosphere and food always made it seem like coming to a second home. Frantically, he looked through the store window, panting to the point where you could see his breath fogging the glass. He was begging, praying to catch a glimpse of your familiar frame, not knowing what else he would do to find answers if you weren’t there. Certainly you long blocked his number, no doubt moved out of the apartment you also shared many nights in together…

Knock, knock, knock.

Rindou jumps in his skin, not expecting the intruding sound to cut through his internal crisis. It wasn’t a harsh sound, if anything it barely held any weight behind it. He looked around, eyes wide with caution…had he cracked? Hearing things now?

Knock, knock, knock.

He blinked in mild annoyance, thinking someone was dicking with him until, in his peripheral, he saw little hands waving at him from below. Rindou looked down, and didn’t know whether to be relieved or unnerved. There, in all his excitement of seeing his new gym buddy again, Rintaro waved at Rindou with a big smile, cheers of his name muffled through the glass. His prayers were answered; you did still work there.

“Rintaro, are you being a good boy like mommy asked..?”

When you came back to the front to the sound of your child celebrating, imagine your absolute horror to see your ex not once, but twice in the same day, standing outside your work. It was a hex, someone was definitely out to get you, or maybe the universe was testing your resilience, throwing mistakes from your past directly in your face like salt in the wound. Years it’s been since he tore your heart into pieces, years since those double lines appeared on the pregnancy test, years goddammit—So why now?

All that work of actively avoiding him, wasted, just because you wanted to work off a little bit of the baby weight, and couldn’t find a sitter. For a split second, you had the crazy thought that if you stood perfectly still, maybe he would get creeped out and leave. But, haven’t you learned by now that the universe wasn’t on your side? Your son was just tall enough to reach up and unlock the front door to the shop before you had the chance to stop him, with just one push of his tiny, sticky little fingers and your past merges in with your present.

“Rin-Rin!” He chanted as Rindou hesitantly opened the door, the bells chiming like a bad omen as he crossed the threshold. Rintaro extended his arms up, wanting to be picked up.

The walking mullet looked as if he was being asked to perform surgery, wide eyes darting between you and your son, as if uncomfortable to deny and uncomfortable to comply. He doesn’t ponder for long, testing the waters by granting the little boy his wish, picking him up and holding him securely to his side. Rintaro squealed, excited giggles escaping him for being so high off the ground. You couldn’t help but find the scene endearing…but there was no overshadowing the fatass elephant in the room.

You crossed your arms, awaiting for him to break the awkward tension, if he dared to do so. And to your surprise, he does. Rindou cleared his throat, holding Rintaro with one arm while the other rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh…hey.”

You raised a brow. Hey?? You remained silent, not dignifying that wack attempt at conversation with an answer just yet. If he squirmed, then so be it. It was the least you deserved. Rindou winced slightly at the silence, taking it as a bad sign.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here, of all places...”

“And where’d you think I would be?”

He shrugged, “Dunno…not here.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, well, bills gotta be paid and mouths gotta be fed. Didn’t exactly have many options. Besides, I don’t want to go anywhere else. The Nakamura’s have always treated me well. The pay’s good, and Rintaro gets to eat for free.”

Rintaro beamed, “I eat all my vegables!”

Rindou couldn’t help the small lift in the corner of his mouth. “That’s good. You’ll be big and strong in no time.”

The boy nodded eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious. Looking at him this closely, Rindou felt his chest tighten more and more as the truth he was looking for was staring him right in the face, babbling on about the heroes, or how many chicken nuggets he can eat in one sitting. It was like white noise in the moment, his eyes too busy taking in every eyelash, every freckle, every detail that so blatantly screamed Rindou Haitani.

“Rin.”

Both boys snapped from their stupor, turning their heads to look at you simultaneously. It was habitual to call him by his nickname, one that was also occasionally used for your son, and to have them both respond in that moment just felt like too much. You shakily inhaled, arms tightening around you like a hug, shielding from the unfortunate circumstances that you were gonna have to face head on. “Rinta. Will you be a sweetheart and help Mrs. Nakamura count the silverware? But only the spoons, ok?”

“But, mommyyy! Rin-Rin just got here! I wanna-!”

“Oi. Listen to your ma, little man.” He affirmed, setting him on the ground. Rintaro pouted up at him, but only received a playfully stern look. “We’ll talk again soon.”

Rintaro huffed, “Promise?”

Rindou hesitated, looking up at you. You served no aid as you avoided it, merely telling Rintaro once more to help in the back room. He sighed, “Yeah…maybe.”

The little boy deflated, but listened all the same as he ran to the kitchen through the swing-doors. You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. The two of you stood in silence, neither one eager to speak on what’s obviously troubling you both. Rindou sighed once more, walking over to a nearby table, flipping one of the chairs that was stacked on top to set it back on the floor. He does the same for the one across from him, a silent invitation that doesn’t go unnoticed…but it is ignored.

“What are you doing here, Rin?”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Tsk. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Don’t bullshit me.” You hissed, making sure to be mindful of your volume. “The gym was mere coincidence, but you came looking for me here. Why?”

“...Thought that’d be obvious.”

“Jesus,” you dryly chuckled, looking at him incredulously. “All this time, and you’re still an avoidant asshole. Can you just, for once, speak directly.”

Rindou frowned, “You want direct? Fine. That’s my goddamn son in there, and I wanna know why you’ve kept him from me-”

“Shh!” You quickly shushed, looking over your shoulder. “Keep your voice down.”

“Now who’s being avoidant.” He leaned back in the chair, one arm hanging over the back. “Well?”

“You know what, you’ve got some nerve demanding anything from me, from us. You gave up any involvement in my life when you decided that you didn’t want me anymore. That you didn’t want more with me, remember that?”

He did. Remembered like it was yesterday.

It was textbook, what was suppose to be casual sex gets ruined when feelings get involved. But, you weren’t even the first to fall. He was. And at the time, that frightened him. So much to the point he was willing to lie to avoid his own feelings, willing to hurt you to save face…a coward. And he wore that label ever since.

“It doesn’t matter…you still…still could’ve told me. I was a piece of shit, but I…I wouldn’t have let you go through that alone. You never should’ve went through that alone…”

The way he looked at you, with such sorrow…you could feel a crack in your resolve. With a scoff, you eventually find yourself taking the seat across from him, but angled away from him. He visibly relaxed, taking this as some form of resignation; a truce.

You fiddled with your fingers, looking down. “You were all he could talk about.” You muttered. Rindou hummed in question, leaning forward. “Rintaro. He was non-stop with how much he learned from you today, how big and strong you were…how he couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Rindou sat in silence, listening intently. You continued. “I love that little boy. With all my heart. And I want nothing but the best for him…and for the longest time I believed that couldn’t be you. And I think that’s why…I never told you.”

He swallowed, nodding stiffly. It wasn’t easy to hear, but he understood. You could both hear the faint chatter and clanking of Rintaro and Mrs. Nakamura in the back, filling the silence with something other than the weight of your words. “I���m sorry…for everything. I wasn’t…you needed me and I wasn’t there for you. I still regret it to this day. And I’ll continue to regret it knowing what you’ve gone through-”

“But.”

He paused, then perked up like a hound. “..But?”

“But, I’ll reconsider this if you can show me you’re committed. Not just to me…but to Rintaro. He doesn’t need someone who will come and go from his life, if you don’t think you’ll be a constant-“

“I do. I-I want to be. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You nodded, slowly, considerably. “Promise?”

He nearly snorted, the childish request reminding him all to well of the little someone just mere feet away sorting through spoons. Rindou crossed his heart, and extended his pinky. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, yet your humored him anyway by linking yours together.

“Promise.”

“Good,” you grinned. Then turned towards the kitchen to call out to your son, “Rinta! Rin-Rin said he’s gonna help you sweep the floors for mommy!”

“Yayyy!”

Rindou choked, looking at you, puzzled. “What—You making me do free labor now? That wasn’t part of the deal…” he grumbled, though not too upset. Especially with how eager Rintaro was. You shrugged, standing up to go balance the register.

“Think of it as your first test. Whatever it takes, remember?” You handed him a broom right when Rintaro came rushing out, practically driving for Rindou’s leg to latch onto.

He looked down at the beaming ray of joy, his sourness melting away with every passing second as he reached down to ruffle his hair. “Yeah. I remember.”

It was like walking into an active crime scene.

There were multiple security guards. Knocked over furniture, exotic plants ripped from their oversized pots, muddy shoe and handprints, broken glass everywhere.

And at the root of all the chaos, wearing a proud grin whilst clutching a necklace worth more than a mortgage in one hand and a chunk of…white hair strands in the other, stood your little angel.

You felt your knees buckle, one officer quick to steady you as another scrutinized. “Ma’am, I presume this is your missing child?”

“Look, mommy! I got the shiny! I got it!”

With curled in lips, you inhaled deeply through your nose before giving a small, resigned nod. You’re then immediately bombarded by a disheveled-looking woman with a crooked name tag attached to her blazer, who you immediately concluded to be the manager based on her aura alone. She was more than happy to berate and condemn you for your poor parenting skills, going on and on about the damages done, the embarrassment she was subjected to—“In all my years, I have never experienced such a tyrant of a child, such disregard to her elders, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, allowing such behavior! Honestly, you call yourself a mother?! If she were my child, I would’ve-”

“My deepest apologies.” You cut her off with a deep bow, mainly to shut her up but also to shut her up. You were about two seconds away from causing another scene, and the last thing you needed was extra charges added to the tab.

Truthfully, you were holding back laughter more than tears. Sure, it was all quite devastating, you were already kissing her college fund goodbye in order to levitate this situation. But, to think that such a small thing could cause such a large upset, in such a short amount of time?

Inspirational.

Plus, it’s not like anyone got hurt.

“WHERE IS SHE? WHERE’S THE FUCKING BITCH?”

Everyone in the room stiffened to statues, aside from your daughter, whom glared at the figure approaching from somewhere in the store. She quickly scampered over to hide behind your legs, necklace and chunk of hair still in clutch. Soon, you no longer needed to guess who the hair belonged to.

KOKONOI came onto the scene like a raging bull, ready to tear a new one into the womb-holder that birthed such a vicious spawn who had the audacity to rip out some of his glorious hair follicles. He had excused himself briefly to assess how much damage had been done, only to return once he caught wind that the mother was found. Security was quick to stand on either side of you to make sure you nor your daughter tried to make a run for it. The manager tried to hide her schadenfreude, but it was poor attempt at worst.

However, it would be short lived the second Koko’s eyes landed on you, and in real time everyone witnessed all of that steam just…evaporate. Fury no longer adorned his face, but instead in its place held something more unreadable.

“Ah. [______]. W-What a.. lovely surprise. It’s been a while...”

You blanched, “H-Hajime..? This is…this is your store?”

You really would be kissing that college fund goodbye.

Kokonoi blinked, “Hm? Oh! Yes, yes I suppose it is.” He blinked again as if this fact was just realized, looking around and frowning at the state it was in. “Belinda, for Christ’s sake, what do I pay you for if you’re gonna allow the place to look like a goddamn back alley?”

Said manager spluttered, fixing Koko with a widened stare look. Did his brain just completely reset itself of the last 30 minutes?? She looked at the security, then back at him, approaching it cautiously in case he snapped on her again, “S-Sir…the child.”

Kokonoi’s eyes drifted over to said girl currently glaring at him from behind your leg, diamond necklace dangling from her small neck and strands of his hair still in her fist like some sort of forewarning. He grimaced, brow twitching, but waved it off, “Right. Well, kids will be kids. No harm done.”

“H A H H H H H ????”

Even you were caught off guard. When he first came barreling in, you half expected him to make you sign away your soul in order to cover the hair salon trip let alone the property damage. Now? You would think it were a minor inconvenience not worth the time, or energy. Belinda looked gobsmacked, security standing with question marks above their heads like corrupted NPCs. Your daughter peered up at you with curiosity, maybe even confusion herself, with her lower lip jutted out as she tugged on your jeans.

She whispered, “Mommy, that man’s weird…”

Kokonoi’s eyes practically lit up, “Oh, so this little one is yours?”

“Uh,” you flushed, hands beginning to sweat. “Yes…she’s mine.”

“Fascinating. What’s her name?”

“…Yumeko.”

He hummed, crouching down to her eye level, “Yumeko. Such a haunting name, for a haunting little girl. Your mother chose nicely. I’ve always adored the name...”

She stuck her tongue out at him before hiding her face in your leg. He grinned, amused, like he was when he first met her. Kokonoi wasn’t certain what caused his shift in approach…the nostalgia, perhaps. Seeing an old flame, the one that got away and took his heart with her…the one whose gift that was never opened, once a display item now in the possession of your child…sweet irony, he believed. Poetic, even.

“Sir, I really think we should revisit the more pressing issue here.” Belinda interjected, receiving agreements from security.

“Yes, tell us how you’d like to proceed, and we can have these two escorted off the property-”

The white-haired man fixed the guard with a ghastly scowl, hissing a low threat, “Touch either one of them, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do in your pathetic waste of a life.”

Aside from you, everyone took a small step back. Used to these sort of threats, you lightly chastised him, “There’s no need for that.”

“Nonsense.” He looked at the manager, his gaze alone making her flinch. “Get this cleaned up. As of right now, none of this ever happened, understand?”

“B-But, sir-”

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Belinda. I’d advice you don’t make me.”

Belinda looked as if she were on the verge of combustion. But, she swallowed that feeling deep, deep down and gave a strained, “R-Right away, sir…”

Kokonoi nodded, then turned to the security, “You’re dismissed. And not a single report on this, or I’ll have the heads of your loved ones.”

“Hajime.”

He turned to you, and grasped your hand. “We’ve so much to catch up on. Come, we’ll discuss details somewhere private, you can tell me all about little Yumeko. I have many, many questions.”

“Haji-”

There was no room for protest. As he crouched to scoop up Yumeko in one arm and held your hand tightly in the other, borderline kidnapping, your daughter squirmed while you merely floundered, struggling to keep up with how fast things have escalated as he guided you both away from the mess he’d already forgotten.

“Hammy!” Yumeko screamed, of which made you backtrack for a split second to grab the piggy bank still sitting safe on top of the shattered display case.

Belinda and the security guards watched in disbelief. You parted with a stiff smile and nod, before skittering back to catch up with the white-haired gangster who was getting farther and farther with your child in tow.

Looking like a dysfunctional family already.

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[natsaffection]

The Weight of You. | N.R

Older!Natasha x Younger!Reader

Warnings: AgeGap! (N= 32, R=22), Fluff, blood, character death

Word count: 2,3k

A/n: I was just in the mood for something soft again. There won’t be a part 2, just a little one-shot. Enjoy! 🫶🏼

There were few things in the world that could make Natasha Romanoff feel peace. Real peace. The kind that settled into her bones and stayed there, humming quietly beneath her skin.

You were one of them.

Natasha came home late that night. Another mission, another debrief, another carefully-worded SHIELD report she didn’t care to read. She was quiet when she stepped through the door, her boots barely making a sound on the hardwood. The apartment was dim, lit only by the warm flicker of candles on the coffee table. And there, buried under a pile of fluffy blankets on the couch, was you.

You had clearly tried to wait up. There was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the floor, your laptop still playing something soft and romantic. Your cheek was smushed against a pillow, mouth parted slightly in sleep, one arm flopped off the edge like a sleepy kitten. Natasha felt the smallest smile tug at her lips.

God, she’s cute, she thought. Then immediately: What has she done to me?

She moved quietly, slipping out of her jacket, careful not to wake you. But she didn’t get far, you stirred, blinking blearily, and gave the sleepiest, happiest little smile when you saw her.

“‘Tasha..!” you murmured, reaching out, fingers barely brushing Natasha’s wrist. “You’re home.”

“I am.” Natasha said, brushing a hand through her hair, still damp from the rain. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” you said, clearly lying, and then yawned so hard your eyes teared up. “Just resting my eyes.”

“Mm-hm.” Natasha teased, but she leaned down anyway, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Or..” you mumbled, tugging her down instead, “you could stay here with me.”

So Natasha stayed. Let herself be pulled into the cocoon of blankets and tangled limbs. You curled against her like it was the most natural thing in the world, legs thrown over hers, arms wrapped around her middle. Natasha ran a slow hand up and down your back, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath your skin.

“You’re always so warm..” you whispered, half-asleep again. “Like a sexy space heater.”

Natasha laughed quietly, the sound rare and real. “That’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“Good.” you said proudly, nuzzling into her neck. “You deserve all the compliments. Even the weird ones.”

Another night, you ended up in the bathtub. It had been your idea, of course. After a particularly long week for both of you, you had pulled Natasha into the bathroom with a mischievous grin and a bag of pink bath salts that smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

“This is self-care.” you had declared. “Non-negotiable.” And Natasha, somehow, always found it impossible to say no to you.

Now you were submerged in hot, sweet-smelling water, Natasha with her back against the cool porcelain, you lying in front of her, head tilted back against her shoulder. The air was thick with steam and soft music played from a phone on the counter.

You had a ridiculous flower crown perched on your damp hair, an impulse buy from the store that you had insisted you needed.

“You look like a goddess..” Natasha said, voice low in her throat.

“I am a goddess..” you replied dramatically, striking a pose and nearly splashing water over the edge. “And you’re my mighty protector. My bodyguard-slash-lover-slash-personal foot rubber.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, but her hands were already massaging gentle circles into your shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

“Don’t I know it.”

There was a silence then. Not uncomfortable, never uncomfortable, but one filled with quiet affection. Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple, breathing you in.

“You make everything feel easier.” she said, almost to herself.

You turned slightly, looking up at her with those wide, kind eyes. “You don’t have to be strong with me all the time, you know..” you whispered. “You can just…be.”

And Natasha, who had never in her life known what it was like to just be, felt something loosen in her chest.

This, cuddles on the couch, bubble baths and laughter, sleepy kisses and soft smiles, this was the life she never thought she’d have. The life she never thought she deserved. But you gave it to her anyway. Over and over again. And Natasha, for once, allowed herself to accept it.

It was in the way her eyes softened when you entered the room, how her posture, so often honed into a blade, became something tender in your presence.

You brought with you a kind of light that Natasha hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t loud or demanding. It didn’t scorch. It warmed. A steady heat that thawed the ice buried deep in Natasha’s bones, the kind of ice that came from years of silence, from red ledger pages and missions that had no clean endings.

You were opposites in so many ways. You were warmth, laughter, soft hands brushing away the darkness. You were sunlit mornings and coffee that always tasted better because you made it. Natasha was shadow, precision, instinct. She was the one who checked the exits out of habit, who barely flinched at explosions, who knew twelve ways to break a man with her bare hands. And yet, when you touched her cheek and said, “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me.” Natasha almost believed it.

Everyone saw it. They saw it in the way Natasha would find you in a crowded room without even looking. In the way her hand would reach for yours under tables, just the brush of fingers like a secret shared in silence. They saw it in the rare smile that would bloom on Natasha’s face, small, fleeting, but real, when you told some dumb story about a grocery trip gone wrong or when you mispronounced some obscure Russian word on purpose just to tease her.

Steve once caught you in the kitchen late at night. You were wearing one of Natasha’s hoodies, too big on your shoulders, sleeves dangling past your wrists as you stirred tea. Natasha leaned against the counter, arms crossed, saying nothing, just watching you with that look. The kind of look that made Steve feel like he was intruding on something holy.

“She makes her laugh.” Steve said to Sam later that night. “Actually laugh. Like…full smile, relaxed shoulders, the whole thing.”

“I didn’t think Romanoff could do that.” Sam replied, eyes wide. “Thought she was permanently stuck on ‘deadly’ and ‘brooding.’”

But around you, Natasha wasn’t the assassin, wasn’t the spy, wasn’t the ghost of her past mistakes. Around you, she became someone else. Someone softer. Someone freer.

You never pried about the past. You knew it was there, knew it haunted Natasha in ways you’d never understand, but you never pushed. You just offered your presence like an open door, always waiting, never pressuring. And Natasha, who had spent a lifetime with secrets stitched into her skin, began to let them go, one at a time, like petals falling from a tired flower. She told you things. Little things at first. Then bigger ones. Then the things she thought she’d carry to the grave.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Natasha would wake from a nightmare, breath caught in her throat, fists clenched in sweat-damp sheets. And you would be there, whispering softly, wrapping her in arms that felt like home. “You’re here.” you would say, voice like silk. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

And Natasha would believe you. They were love in a world that didn’t always make room for softness. And yet, they carved it out anyway. Quiet, steady and real.

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The sky over New York was burning.

Explosions bloomed in the distance like flowers made of fire. The streets screamed with sirens and the shriek of metal. Above, portals cracked the sky open, spilling Chitauri like insects from some rotted hive. Buildings crumbled. Cars flipped. Civilians ran, wide-eyed and bleeding, from the monsters that tore through their world like paper.

“Okay, who gave the aliens a cheat code?” you muttered, ducking behind a flipped taxi. “Ten out of ten for chaos, zero for originality.”

Natasha glanced at you, breathless. “Stay focused, Y/n.”

“I am focused!” you said, peeking out to shoot down a flying hovercraft. “But you gotta admit this feels a little too ‘Avengers..Endgame’ meets Independence Day? No?”

Natasha gave the smallest shake of her head, lips twitching. “Only you would be cracking movie references while New York’s being torn apart..”

“Yeah, well…” You turned to smile at her, cheeks flushed with adrenaline. “You love that about me.”

You turned, grinning, cheeks streaked with soot, blood speckling your jaw. Your eyes sparkled even in the carnage.

Natasha didn’t say anything. Just looked at you for a moment..really looked. Because even covered in ash, even armed to the teeth in a bulletproof vest and scorched gloves, you looked so young. You moved through it like it was a video game. Or that’s what you told yourself..

They moved. Together. Side by side, like always.

You were fast, light on your feet, quick with a blaster and quicker with your mouth. Natasha kept close, eyes scanning, watching your six. They worked seamlessly, like something rehearsed a hundred times over, but under the rhythm of their teamwork, Natasha felt it. That familiar weight in her chest. The one she only ever felt when you were in the field.

The fear. And then..They she saw it.

A little girl, no older than six, stood in the center of the street. Her arms were outstretched, face soaked in tears, hair tangled with ash. Behind her, a building groaned, a massive skyscraper whose side had been carved open by a leviathan moments ago. Smoke coiled from its wound. Chunks of rebar hung like ribs. And high above, a massive slab of concrete, easily the size of a truck, had cracked loose.

It was falling. Slow at first, then faster. Straight for the child.

“No…” you shouted before Natasha could grab you. You moved, too fast. Natasha’s hand snapped forward, trying to catch your wrist.

“W-What!” she barked. “Y/N, STOP-!”

Everything after that came in flashes. You sprinting through fire and smoke, your boots slamming the cracked pavement, your breath coming in frantic gasps. The child, frozen, screaming. The concrete slab above, snapping fully free with a sickening crack.

And Natasha running. “Y/N!!” she screamed, throat raw, sprinting as hard as she ever had. “STOP!!”

Time slowed, and you reached the girl, threw yourself forward, scooped her tiny body into your arms, and shoved her with everything you had. The child tumbled, safe.

You looked up, and the slab came down.

There was no sound at first. Just a sickening crunch that echoed like thunder in Natasha’s skull as the full weight of the stone hit you.

It didn’t bounce..It crushed. The world went quiet before it went cruel. It didn’t make a boom. Not at first. Just a sick, wet, final sound.

She turned her head away. Closed her eyes. Tried to erase it. Tried to unsee it. Tried to shove it into some corner of her mind where it wouldn’t shatter her.

You were gone. Natasha stopped. Stopped running. Stopped breathing. Her body jerked backward like she’d been struck. Her boots scuffed on the asphalt. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

No. That didn’t just happen. That didn’t-

She stayed like that for a breath. Maybe two. Then, slowly, trembling, she looked back. And the world split open. Beneath the massive slab of concrete, a pool of blood was spreading. Not a splash. Not a drop. A flood.

It seeped out from under the slab like oil, thick and dark, too much. Way too much. Crimson soaked into the gray pavement in slow, merciless ripples. Bits of fabric, charred and frayed, peeked out from under the edge.

The same fabric you had been wearing. No body. No movement. Just blood.. Everywhere.

Natasha staggered back a step, one hand clamping over her mouth. Then she dropped to her knees and vomited.

She retched hard, again and again, until her stomach gave nothing but bile. Her fingers scraped the pavement. Her breath hitched, caught, snapped.

She stared at the blood- your blood, and shook her head like a child refusing the truth.

“No. No no no no no-”

Then, the metal groaned again. The building above them, split open like a carcass, shuddered. Chunks of stone rained from the edges. The street trembled.

And still, Natasha didn’t move..She crawled forward on scraped hands and knees, toward the red..Toward the impossible.

“Y/n…” she whispered, voice cracked and broken. Steve appeared behind her and saw it. His face went pale, eyes wide, but he didn’t say anything at first.

He knew. He knew.

You were gone. Not buried. Not injured. Gone.

There was nothing left of you under that slab. Just blood. And Natasha, who still refused to believe it, reached the stone and tried to lift it. She pressed both hands against it, legs shaking, muscles straining, screaming in frustration.

“Come on, get up! Come on baby, you’re okay, you’re okay, just hold on, please-“

Steve stepped forward. “Natasha-”

“Don’t!” she shrieked. “She’s in there! She’s just hurt! I can get her, I CAN GET HER!”

“You can’t.” His voice cracked. “Nat..there’s nothing lef-“

“NO!!”

She turned on him, fists flying, hitting his chest over and over, screaming. “You don’t know that! You don’t KNOW! Let me- L-LET ME-”

But he grabbed her. Wrapped his arms around her and held tight. And when she finally collapsed into him, sobbing so violently she couldn’t breathe, he held her tighter..

The building began to collapse behind them. Dust surged like a wave, and still, she screamed for you.

Screamed like it would call you back from the dead. But there was no answer. Just blood on the pavement. And silence.

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The End :)

[simpurnatural]

"Ain't No Fling" | Oneshot

Sinners | Bo Chow X Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "I'm back! (again). You guys have no idea how hard my jaw dropped when this man was on screen. I was clutching my pearls!"

Warning(s): Spoilers, Smut, Language, Semi-Proofread

Even from down the road, the live music from the juke joint radiated, and it felt as though every note pulled you in closer.

“Miss Y/n,” Cornbread nodded as he rose from his post by the door.

“Cornbread, how ya doin’ these days?” You greeted warmly as he tipped his hat kindly.

“Mighty fine, expecting my missus to deliver any day now,” he smiled from ear to ear.

“Now if y’all need any baby watchin’ then knock on ma door anytime,” you offered before stepping into the joint.

The music seemed to flow through you as the crowd danced to the beat. You watched as Delta Slim and Sammie performed on the stage, earning hollers and cheers from the crowd.

Dryness tickled your throat, your feet carrying you to the bar where Annie stood keeping watch over the frying fish.

“I was hoping to see tonight,” she smiled as she reached her palm out to squeeze yours warmly.

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you assured, taking in the atmosphere around you. “The music, drinks, the food,” you sighed contentedly, “It must feel nice to have Elijah back,” you added.

“I don’t know if it’s a happy feeling’ or my head is achin’-trying to keep up with his business,” she replied with a tired but happy look in her eyes. “But don’t let my chatter stop you from having a good time,” she said, dropping more cuts of fish into the boiling hot oil.

“Annie you could never," you assured, grabbing a couple coins from your purse. "Just a beer for me please,".

"Comin' right up," she nodded as she counted the money and handed over the chilled bottle. "Enjoy yourself now," she jokingly instructed as you got up from your seat.

"I always do," you beamed before sashaying back onto the dance floor.

You watched as Sammie took his place on stage once more and began to sing, chills were sent down your spine. The room seemed to have moved in slow motion as everyone fell into the music.

Tipping the bottle against your lips, your body felt free and fluid. A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your trance. You met the trickster smile of Elias, alias and nickname - Stack.

"Glad you came out tonight," the younger twin grinned he gave a loose hug. "There's someone I want you to meet,' he said mischievously.

"You tryna get me into trouble Stack?" you replied back playfully as he guided you to the back of the old sawmill.

Pushing open a door, you were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and the man who had the white stick in his mouth. When his eyes set on yours, the cig bobbed a bit as his lips curled up.

He tossed his playing cards on the table, leaving the other players baffled. His eyes took in your body like drinking water in the dessert.

"Y/n, this is Bo Chow-he's a grocery owner," Stack chuckled as the man with jet black hair stood to his feet.

"And mighty handsome at that," You exhaled, offering your hand to Bo.

"Sure is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Y/n," Bo said as he brought your soft skin to his lips.

"You know about me?" you asked, Stack slipping out of the room sneakily.

"Sure do," Bo replied, "But you gon' know awful well of me by the end of tonight." he promised as he took the beer out of your other hand and took a swig.

"Boy don't play about a good time," you tsked as he put out his cigarette and set your bottle on the table.

"I ain't no boy," He corrected, "And I swear I ain't gonna disappoint," he added and took your hand-leading you deep into the busyness of the crowd.

The rhythm of the music and the soft haze due to the smoke made it all feel make-believe. Bo twirled you into his arms smoothly, your back pressed against his chest.

Your hands slithered behind you and combed their way through his hair. Bo couldn't help but let his own hands discover what could possibly be held captive underneath your dress.

His lips pressed lazy wet kisses against your neck, earning a gasp that erupted from your throat. It was as though you were in your own world and your core was just itching for more.

Bo spun you around-now both you facing one another. Without instruction, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you greedily allowed and met his lips halfway hungrily.

You felt him smirk against your lips and his palm traveled down the back of your dress. His grip hugging the curve of your ass gently.

"Can you handle all that?" you teased, taking a breather.

"Handle it? Baby it's mine now," Bo said coolly and you could've sworn he could sense the slick wet coating pooling in your undies.

In an quick act of boldness, your hands pulled him in by his shirt collar. Your lips hovered against his ear as you muttered, "Then come take it,".

Bo pulled away, searching your face for a dirty grin but he was met with a small smile and eye lashes batting slowly. As if your invitation didn't leave his length becoming more apparent underneath his slacks.

He had no hesitation in taking your hand once more and making his way out the juke joint with you. Cornbread chuckled as he moved aside from his post.

"Now ya'll be careful uh-uh," he warned jokingly, watching Bo whisk you away to his car.

"Pay us no mind Cornbread," you giggled as you swatted your hand in his direction. "You takin' me home?" you asked as Bo helped you into the backseat.

"We won't even make it home baby," he confessed, biting his lip at the sight of your dress sleeves beginning to slide down your arms.

After taking a quick look around through the windows, Bo slid unbuttoned his vest and joined you. You weren't sure if it was the heart beat in your chest or the pulsing of your cunt that made you shiver. But Bo took it up on himself to guide the sleeves of your dress all the way down to your ankles.

You whined as the air of the night surrounded you. Impatiently, you scooted closer to Bo but he placed his hand on your chest.

"Let me take in the sight honey," he asked, "Don't want you mistaken me for a fling," he sighed as he began taking of the rest of his clothes.

Your hand trailed up your back to unhook your bra, Bo watched wordlessly as it dropped into your lap. Your eyes continued to watch his as you kicked off your shoes and slid your panties down.

"Oh honey," he said breathlessly, leaning in to capture your lips once more.

You moaned as he pulled you into his lap and wet pussy dragging against his cock. With one hand supporting your back, Bo's other hand cupped your breast.

Breathing heavy, Bo motioned for you get up slightly as both of your eyes looked down. Your hand reached for his length, wanting to guide it into your cunt. Upon getting a hold of it, your wrist began sliding up and down.

Bo stifled a groan as he watched you begin to sink back down onto his cock. Your pussy tight and wet, making the feeling all the more satisfying.

"Baby-" he sighed, watching your ride him like a horse.

Tits bounced in his face as you bounced up and down. He was mesmerized by your body, every part of it. You watched him throw his head back, his hands beginning to guide your hips.

"You likin' this?" you groaned as your walls clenched around him, wanting to keep him inside you forever.

The rocking of the car caught the attention of other passer-byres. Cornbread however telling them to mind they business no matter how hard the vehicle swayed.

"Didn't even bother leavin' the car lot," he sighed, shaking his head at your's and Bo's recklessness

MAY 2025

[gay-dorito-dust]

bob things because i keep seeing edits of him and joaquin torres.

Bob is very aware of how much stronger then everyone he is, so when he careful with you, making sure to not use more then he needs. He worries that he might accidently hurt you in the process, something he wouldn't forgive himself for nor ask for forgivness from you as he doesn't deserve it. He's so gentle with you that you thought he was handiling glass or porcelain with how he held your arm or holding your hand.

It wasn't in a way where he was under estimating you, but instead in a way where he was still firm with his grip yet was loose enough where you could easily break away from him. You were at the forefront of his mind whenever he does anything that required him in any aspect to touch you, he would much rather put your comfort first and above his own then ever do anything that would cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort.

Even if you did tell him that he didn't have to be so gentle with you, Bob was still going to be gentle with you even when he's on a mission and see you were in danger, quick to act as he moves you out of harms way as his hands anchor you to reality and to him when you looked into his worried eyes. His grip never tightens nor loosens, caressing your shoulders as though he was trying to memorise your warmth and existence into his mind, as though he was silently asking you if you were okay while his eyes scan your figure for harm.

Bob is the type of guy who would read books and get ideas for what he should do for you, things like little notes that he would leave scattered throughout your room within the Watchtower or places he knows you'll visit frequently, placing them in specific spots that only you would go to. These little notes would vary from time to time, some of them would be suggestions of where you two could do when you had the time, or notes where they would be filled with sugary sweet compliements that were enough to make your heart melt and internally swoon.

such examples like; 'i like it when we do our own things in silence, it calms me knowing that we're doing stuff that we love together, where we don't have to rely on words and instead just merely exist in tandem and are at peace with that.'

'you looked tired today, do you want to talk about it? or maybe a nap? you've done pulling your weight today and need rest.'

'thank you for being patient with me, thank you for being a dream come true for me and being such a safehaven where i can be vulnerable and let you in on my biggest worries, where i can lay it all out and you still look at me like that love you have for me never faded. thank you.'

'i didn't know i could fall more then i already have, then i look at you and find a new reason to love you, you make it as easy as breathing or writing a note for you to find later much like this one. :)'

'i wake excited to see you as if i haven't seen you in months, i even fall asleep in hopes of seeing you in my dreams, there's never a day where i don't stop thinking about you and i don't plan on stopping either becuase i never want to forget the best moment of my life; meeting you.'

However if you were to give him notes, he's smiling wide at your words and keeping every single last note in a box under his bed, so when he feels as though he needs a pick me up Bob will go to the box and re-read your notes and feel better by the time he gets to the lastest one you've written him. He treasures every last thign you've given him and isn't willing to let go of them either, for these were his reminders that there was someone for him who saw him in a way he hadn't think to see himself on.

If Bob saw that you were just out of it, or just more silent then usual the he would move over to you and just bring you to rest against against him, smooth his hand over your arm as you pratically cuddle yourself into him. Your head being burried into his neck as he allowed you to take a brief rest from everything, to latch your arms to his waist and keep him close to you while Bob kisses your head and reasuring you that he wasn't going anywhere, not when you were in need of him and holding onto him like he might dissapear.

He was your charging station until you felt better to continue the day ahead, though not before Bob would ask if you were okay in a soft hushed tone before he allowed you to eascape his arms.

Bob finds that his mind becomes clear when he was near you, no worries nor nightmares plauge this man when his head was on your chest with his ear listening to your heart and steady breathing, so he's often wandering off to your room just to silence his mind. He's come to your doorstep so much so that you kept stuff that he left from previous times he came, whether it was a sweater or a blanket, it didn't matter becuase your room had became his second home becuase you were there to comfort and console him.

[flofaiiry]

mornings w jack abbot

warnings: f!reader, swearing, established relationship, unprotected p in v, cockwarming if u squint.

note: this is my first time writing smut so if it's terrible........ i'm so so sorry (please give me feedback i have no idea what i'm doing)

wc: 580

thinking about slow mornings with jack abbot... your head on his chest just staring out an open window while the sunlight floods the room, maybe some slow music on the radio, but even if it's silent, it's comfortable. it's not often you wake up with jack next to you, so you cherish these mornings together (in other words, have soft and slow morning sex.)

you hoist yourself on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing from his lips to his jaw to his neck and down his chest. "stop teasing me baby," he mumbles, fingers lazily toying with the waistband of your shorts, trying to coax them off of you. jack's not an impatient man, he's quite the opposite actually, but something about you makes him throw all that learned patience out the window.

you don't say anything, just a smile and glance up before you oblige him, removing your shorts and his boxers. you take him in your hand, his tip prods at your clit just hard enough to make your breath catch before you lower yourself down onto him. the stretch is familiar, gasps passing between you as your walls perfectly hug around his length.

your hips finally meet his, hands splayed across his chest and head tilted back at just enough of an angle that allows you to revel in the sensation while maintaining eye contact (this man's staring problem is worse during sex).

you don't move immediately, just bask in the feeling of how deep he is inside you and how full you feel. another moment elapses before take it upon yourself to move, sliding slowly up and down the length of his cock. jack's hands find your waist, not moving you, but just there. the warmth keeps you grounded in reality despite the pleasure.

"god," jack breathes, "feels so fuckin' good baby, takin' me so well." he praises, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. you continue your rhythm above him, bringing you both steadily closer to the edge, until you're just teetering there.

"so close, jack," you practically whimper, "so fucking close, feels so good." though the pleasure is close to all consuming, your movements never stop. feeling a few tell-tale clenches around him, jack takes his hand from your hip to lazily circle your clit, coaxing your orgasm from you at last.

"that's it baby, justtt like that. good girl," jack coaches, as your climax takes over all your faculties. he keeps a firm grip on your hips, partially taking over the movement as you ride out your orgasm. after coming down from your own high, you're desperate to feel jack reach his own inside you.

"please cum for me, jack, need it so bad," you whine. you lock eyes and that's all it takes for jack to tumble into his own orgasm, a breathy groan leaving his lips as he spills inside of you.

heavy, deep breaths fill the quiet of the room, as you pull yourself off of him, a short gasp escaping your lips upon the feeling of emptiness. you practically flop back to your spot next to him on the bed. your breathing still synchronized, you find his hand amongst the sheets and lace your fingers together.

"i can get used to that," you smile, bringing your head back to rest again on his chest. jack presses a kiss to the top of your head, "yeah," he says into your hair, "i definitely could."

[possesseddesiress]

Skinfit

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Skinfit

My name is Tristan, I study economics in college. My dream since I was a teenager was to be part of a fraternity, to live with other guys, to form lifelong friendships, and even to be popular.

And of course, to see a lot of muscular guys, but those are other details that I discovered later. But my "average" looks and my almost null sports skills, left me completely out of the fraternities. So I could only hope for a shared room.

I was lucky to find Zachary, a very nice guy. I thought having a jock as a roommate would be chaotic, smelly and even dirty, but Zach wasn't like that.

He was pretty organized and clean, sometimes he would come in stinking of sweat and leave his clothes all over the room, but it was only when he came in tired from his workout, took a shower, picked everything up and it was like nothing had happened.

Besides, I don't complain about his scent at all... Intoxicating, penetrating, extremely masculine, and completely out of my league.

He was straight, never brought girls to the house but it was well known around campus how successful he was with girls. He was a good friend, but geez... how many times hadn't I had vivid dreams about him (that would never come true).

- Lately the light has been failing, a false contact in the bathroom light - I whispered as I took a sip from my coffee cup.

- Really? - he asked, wearing his purple compression shirt - I've hardly been home, sorry mate - he gave a sigh, though then seemed to have an idea - I know! You remember I took an electrical course, don't you? I could try to fix it, I don't think it would be that hard would it?

- Dude, really?

- Sure! I must have my tools forgotten somewhere in my room, but anything for you, buddy - he patted me on the back before going to get something from his room.

He returned shortly after. To which we both went into the bathroom.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yes, I sometimes skipped classes in the course but I think I know the basics.

He set up a chair so he could repair the ceiling light, removed the bulb and began to move the electrical inlet carefully.

- Don't you want us to call a technician?

- Dude! Trust me, besides, we can save several dollars, trust me, look, I think I found the problem.

He placed the tip of his tool on the metal, moved it a little and at first nothing happened. Until it sparked.

The sound of electricity chilled my skin as Zach let out a choked scream, his body trembled violently without being able to break free. I swallowed nervously. I didn't know what to do, so I did the best thing I could think of: push him.

As soon as I touched it, electricity ran through my nerves as well, it was an intense pain from head to toe, but thanks to the momentum, I ended up knocking it down and cutting off the power.

Everything went dark for a second, and then I lost myself.

Soon after I opened my eyes, I felt my head hurting, my body numb and heavy. Things were blurry all around me, and everything was dark.

- Shit...

I mumbled, touching the floor, getting up with difficulty though staggering in the process. I placed my hands against the tile, feeling a strange force in my hands.

I stood up, moving darkly around the room.

- Zach? Are you...?

Before I finished the sentence, I realized something wasn't right.

My voice felt different, deep, more... masculine? My original voice wasn't high-pitched, but it wasn't this deep, I almost felt it echoed loudly every time I opened my lips.

I touched my throat, feeling a thick adam's apple. What was going on? For a moment I stopped thinking about Zach, staggered out of the room until I advanced to my own, then I saw the reflection.

- What... what the hell?

The reflection that greeted me was Zach's, mimicking my every move. For a moment I felt fear, almost panic, but then I looked at those fat pecs.

They were mine now.

I was full of muscle! I stroked my new muscles, how good my biceps felt wrapped in the tight purple fabric.

I flexed my muscles, widening my arms and enjoying how my pecs felt, even how the reliefs stuck against my T-shirt, making me let out a gasp.

Was Zach so sensitive to such an area?

It was like letting go of my senses all at once, I kneaded and squeezed my pecs hard, letting out a loud gasp. I went crazy for a while, stroking everywhere, every mound of muscle.

I reached down to my pants. Pulling the elastic to observe what was hiding inside.

- Not bad... - I smiled - I can see why you're such a hit with the ladies, dude. Just look at the size of this thing.

I sniffed with some force, which caused a wide, loud gasp that I'm sure was heard throughout the building.

I lifted my armpit to smell it, I loved the scent... And now it was mine! How many times had I dreamed of smelling it, and now it was within my complete reach! I stuck my nose again and again, filling my whole nose with sweat.

I gasped awkwardly, like a teenager with raging hormones.

I stopped touching myself for a moment to run out to Zach's room, I loved feeling my strong legs, how each footstep echoed with weight and force across the floor.

I opened the closet to start pulling out different clothes. Although there was a larger amount of t-shirts, lycra and other sportswear, so I decided to take off what was intruding between my eager hands and my dreamy body.

I weighed my fat pectorals, changed my shirt and put on a white one that was even tighter, and flexed my arms.

It was like feeling in the glory...

It had been at least five months after the change. And I couldn't be happier about it.

At first Zach, or now I should say Tristan, had a hard time getting used to the change, always complaining that he didn't want to be in that body, that he wanted to change back.

He tried again and again to recreate the accident to return us to our original bodies. But I wasn't at all interested in going back to who I was before.

I loved the way I looked now. How others were interested in me, the fact that getting anywhere, got everyone's attention. How good my body looked in tight sportswear.

And best of all: How I attracted the attention of the fraternities.

I don't understand why Zachary didn't join any of them as soon as he entered college, he was the perfect himbo to be a brother! Within mere weeks in his body, I ended up joining one of the most important and exclusive fraternities on campus.

And I loved it.

Almost every weekend there were parties, sweaty smells, and guys walking shirtless through the halls every day. It was like heaven. And best of all, no one knew that the new Zach was actually me.

Everyone was surprised for a while at how self-centered I turn out to be, how obsessed I was with my scent, or even the change from straight to gay.

Because what I loved most about this body was how guys drooled over me, I could have anyone in the palm of my hand even.

Barely five months in and I had already been with almost every guy in the frat (some "curious", some with their sexuality under wraps and some who just wanted to have a good time), I was living what as Tristan wouldn't have happened even on my best day.

Now it was Zach, full of muscles, tight clothes that left nothing to the imagination and with such an intoxicating aroma...

Anyway. I'd have a costume party in less than an hour, the good thing about being Zach now was that whatever I wore, it would look good on me.

And I could let my nerdy tastes out. All in all, I looked hot.

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