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captainpulisic · 1 year ago

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said im fine but it wasnt true - m. mount

hearing cruel summer live changes you as a person. wc: 3.3k gif creds to owner

it had meant to be a summer fling, nothing more. from the very beginning, it was mutually decided upon that it was just two good friends hooking up- something none of your other friends would ever find out about. it wasn’t anything serious, so why involve other people?

that’s what you kept telling yourself, anyway.

you had been positive you could keep the sex as meaningless and detached as possible. you thought it’d be enough to have mason when he’d give himself to you and not a minute more. who cared that your heart beat embarrassingly fast when you’d catch his stare during a night out with friends, knowing you’d certainly be leaving with him. that most nights, after a long fuck, he’d practically beg you to stay the night, not wanting to sleep without you. it wasn’t of any importance that this situationship- if that’s what it could be called- had you constantly questioning the line between ‘just sex’ and the outline of a real relationship. I mean, how many mornings can you wake up to him peppering your face with kisses and shy smiles before you could consider him more than just a fuck buddy?

it was all so confusing for your heart and you brain. did you want more? did he? and why did the idea of the answers being ‘yes’ make you weak at the knees? wasn’t this the exact thing you both agreed couldn’t happen, the one rule you had made?

you were screwed.

yet, every doubt and worry you had over your predicament would temporarily vanish when you’d tap on his door. he’d greet you with a shy smile and a soft glint in his eyes. it was all too soft. as soon as you stepped foot inside, his fingers were everywhere. on your cheeks, your jaw, and down your shoulders. they’d end up traveling up and down your sides until they settled on your waist. quickly, his body would be pressed up against yours, a hot mouth marking up the side of your neck.

he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere. the way he was on you, it was as if he couldn’t bear the idea of having you in proximity and not be touching you. and there were no complaints on your part.

he continued to kiss you, messily and heatedly. and you kissed him back until you were both repeating each other's name, as if they were sacred prayers. like usual, there was a messy, abandoned trail of clothes left in the hallway. and just like usual, it led to masons bedroom where you could be found laid together in bed. blissfully, spent and content.

as he left soft kisses on your collarbone and jaw, he continued to whisper how lovely you were. he’d talk nonsense about how these were the best ways to spend his nights, that there's nowhere he’d rather be.

boy, did that make your heart do somersaults. you’re sure your face was crimson as he continued the soft praises.

it’s just sex.

all you could do to save face was scoff, “calm down, it’s just sex.”

yes, you reaffirmed yourself. you both begin to get up, ready to go find where you had thrown your shirts not so long ago. if I keep saying it, maybe i'll even end up believing it.

“no it’s not,” mason deadpans. he pauses all movement and for some reason, you feel obligated to mirror his actions. this is it, you feel yourself buzz with anticipation. he’ll say it’s not just sex for him, either. you want to look at him straight on, ready to tell him you’ve been feeling the same way for awhile. and with the way his eyes won’t leave yours, you can practically hear the words wanting to leave his mouth. you’re tempted to just kiss him and let that show him you’ve been aching for more than just these secret hookups. suddenly the corner of his lip turns upward, “it’s award winning sex.”

oh.

it was at that moment you realized it was in fact not just sex. not for you, at least.

and the next moment is when you realized you couldn’t keep up this little game, anymore. a part of you knew you could continue giving yourself to mason whenever he called, only taking what he’d let you have. you’d settle for it because having some of him in the dark hours would be better than nothing at all. and when you realized how pathetic that sounded, you knew what you had to do. there had to be some self respect.

this all had happened two weeks ago. that next morning, you had swatted away masons roaming hands and dodged the kisses he was trying to leave along your face. you mumbled some half hearted excuses about your unusual rush to leave and avoided his sad stare as you hastily dressed yourself. when you got his usual text the following night, begging you to come over, you figured it was as best time as any to rip off the band aid. it was a simple, short text saying these late night reach outs and quick fucks weren’t what you wanted anymore.

i hope you can understand where i’m coming from, you had typed. lets go back to just being friends, yeah?

you felt ill as soon as you hit send.

you felt even worse when he spent two whole minutes typing, just for the bubble to disappear and not a single reply come back. the following days were radio silence on his part. you hadn’t known this absence would make you feel as lonely and as sad as you were.

this is what has led you to your current crisis. getting shitfaced in some downtown pub, drinking until you can forget who has you there. staring at the third empty glass in front of you, your mind swirled with bittersweet memories of mason.

“we just don’t get it,” one of your friends frowned at you. you’re sure she means well but it’s hard to care too much when you can’t even recall her name at the moment. looking at the group of friends who’d practically forced you out of your bed and to come out, their eyes were full of concern and sympathy. “you never even told us you were seeing someone.”

“I-”, you begin but instantly stop. your words are starting to get all jumbled up in your mouth and the world around you is slowing down. it takes you a moment to breathe and organize your thoughts.

where’s mason?

all you want is mason.

why isn’t he here?

why didn’t he want you the way you wanted him?

another friend prods, “was it that serious?”

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. all you could do is give a slight shake to your head. you try to smile but you’re sure you’ll start crying if you force it.

no, you kept thinking. I loved him and wanted him but all he wanted was sex. it was anything but serious.

there was only one way to get this idiotic brain to shut up. reaching out to chug the remainder of your drink, your frown gets deeper when you remember the cup is empty. standing up from the too crowded table, you let out a slurred, “‘m just gonna get one more.”

yet,as soon as you rise, your legs feel less sturdy than usual and the room has a slight haze to it. another concerned friend holds out their arm for support, worry growing more evident on her face.

“are you sure?” she sighs. lightly tugging on your arm, she tries to guide you to sit back down. “you’ve had enough, no?”

“no,” you practically whine. this is the only way to get your mind off of mason and these people have the audacity to deny you it. still standing, you try to get free of her grasp and tug towards the direction of the bar. it’s half cry and half whisper, “just one more.”

“maybe we should get you home?” another friend, wearing an even more sympathetic expression (if possible) chimes in. “lets call it a night, yeah?”

“no!” you protest, once again. “you guys don’t have to cut your night short because of me.”

the table erupts with their assurance of them not minding and that they’ll gladly drop everything to take you home. you know they mean well but it just adds even more guilt and weight to your heavy heart.

“I mean it,” you straighten yourself up as much as you can. you offer a small smile and wave them off. pulling out your phone, you’re able to somewhat make out the apps icons. cluelessly swiping at your phone, “i’ll order an uber and you guys can stay.”

it takes a few more minutes of convincing and protest, but nonetheless, they oblige to your request. after hugs and promises that you’ll soon get over your mystery man, two of them help you stumble outside and wait for your ride.

when your assigned car arrives and your friends triple check that the license plate is a match, final hugs and words of consolation are given. once in the car and speeding down the empty streets, it takes a great deal of effort not to puke and not to cry.

instead of thinking about how badly you want to spill your guts, you think of the boy whose absence feels like a dull stab at the heart. that’s what's been occupying your thoughts for the past weeks, anyway. if we’re being honest, he was the sole person in your thoughts. him and the beautiful summer you had shared together. if you closed your eyes, you could see it all so clearly.

you could recall the trip to his house like the back of your hand. you knew the paveway of trees that greet you as soon as you turn onto his street, the shiny gate blocking entryway to his house. blindfolded, you could locate the flower pot where he hid his spare keys. you’d use them almost every time you’d sneak away into his house and arms.

wait.

feeling the car park, you’re snapped out of your daydreams and look out towards the window.

it’s not that you could just recall all of those stupid details, which you’ve proven you could. it was that you were watching it all unfold outside of the car's window. you were smackdab in the middle of it, parked right in front of his house.

“hey,” you mumble in a panic. tapping on the window, towards the direction of masons house. with the fear setting in, your tears are ready to make their comeback. you feel like a child, helpless and scared. your voice wavers with a small sob, “this is not my house.”

the poor uber driver looks as confused as you. shaking his head, he surrenders his hands up. “I just brought you to the address you gave me.”

“I did not- '', you begin to argue. grabbing your phone, you squint at the screen, ready to show him how you had put your own address. and how it definitely wasn’t this one. and how he was going to have to explain what type of sick joke he was playing on you by bringing you here. yet, after a long struggle to find the fucking app, all words leave your mouth when you see masons address as the destination.

oh, force of habit.

all summer, during your little flings with mason, it had become second nature to get a lift to his house. it came more naturally to give directions to his house than to your own. it felt more like home, too.

“alright, you can leave me here.” you’re not sure if the alcohol is giving you the courage to face him or if you just really want to see his stupidly beautiful face- or if you’ve officially gone insane, but you find yourself unbuckling your seatbelt.

“ma’am are you sure?” the driver's gaze shifts between you and the enormous house looming over you both. you’re sure you must look insane with your tear filled eyes and inebriated state. you went from being terrified of where you were to shaking with anticipation. he offers a small smile, unsure how to proceed. “I can take you somewhere else if this was an error, I could go back to where I picked you up.”

“no,” you interject. “it’s fine, i’m fine, thank you.”

“really, it’s no problem-”

you wave him off, trying to appear as sober as you could possibly seem. opening the car door, “I was just confused. this is my friends house, silly me to not recognize it.”

he eyes you suspiciously but nevertheless nods as you get off. you try your best not to to wobble as you wave goodbye and walk away. but it’s not until you make your way through the familiar garden gate that you see the headlights pull off.

with that, you’re left standing alone in front of masons house. theres a small ache in your chest as you see the entire house is dark, not one ray of light peeking through any window.

what if he's not even home?

what if he's the one sneaking into someone else's house now?

you feel like you're going to throw up all over again. and it’s not because of the three vodka cokes you’d had.

that's it. you have to get into the house and find him and tell him…well, you don’t know what yet, but you have to say something.

the sensible you would figure that knocking or even calling him would be the best way to go, but clearly you’re not the most sensible person tonight.

standing in the middle of the garden, you take a breath and yell his name to the endless mirage of windows. within a minute, a light turns on and a window on the second floor shimmies open. it’s dark and far but you can slightly make out masons confused face.

“y/n?” you could see him squint down at you. “is that you-”

“I know this doesn’t make sense and what we had is over but for whatever it’s worth,” you cut him off, your mouth moving at its own volition. you pause, unable to believe that you’re finally going to say it. you have to choke down a sob before you scream, “i’m in love with you.”

you can see mason freeze. it's barely a shout when he says, “what?”

did he really not hear you or does he just like torturing you now?

“I love you, idiot.” you shout, again. there it is. all your emotions and feelings laid out in front of him. there's no use in trying to stop the tears so you just let them stream down your flushed face. once more, “i’m so in love with you and maybe that’s the worst thing, or the last thing, you wanna hear from me but it’s true.”

it all happens so fast. if you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it. the window mason was leaning out of, was left deserted without him saying anything back to you. you’re stood frozen, unsure of what to do. was your confession so horrible that he retreated back to his room, waiting for you to get the hint and leave? as you debate this, the side door, leading to the garden where you stand, bursts open.

he’s breathless, and an image of him running down the stairs flashes in your mind.

in just a few, short steps, he’s standing directly in front of you. his eyes are wide, slightly crazed. he hesitates as he merely whispers, “what did you say?”

“I love you and you don’t even care.” looking up at him, you try to blink away the tears. you’re sure you look a blubbering mess, and embarrassingly enough, there might be some snot. “you don’t care but it doesn’t matter. I needed to tell you that i’m so stupidly in love with you and you don’t even care. ”

“I do care.” his hands reach to hold your face but you swat them away.

“you don’t,” you begin to take a step back. what are you even doing? was this a love confession or a chance to tell him off? maybe, a bit of both? it’s just too confusing. pointing an accusatory finger at him, “if you cared, you’d have had the decency to reach out.”

he tries to interject but you just keep going. crying harder than before, “when our little hookups ended, a part of me hoped it would make you realize that you couldn’t bear the thought of not being together. that you would come back to me and tell me it all meant more to you. why didn’t you come back to me? why didn’t I deserve a fucking text back? it might’ve been just sex for you, but to me it meant everything.”

“that’s what you think?” mason scoffs, which only infuriates you more. it’s not until you really look at him that you see the same tears pool in his eyes. it’s when you see that he looks just as broken as you do. “I tortured my brain for days, trying to find the right words, to get you to understand that it wasn’t just sex for me.”

you squint your eyes at him, causing him to sigh. he continues, “okay, maybe I thought it was at first but then I read your text and it nearly broke me. at first, I thought I was just embarrassed that I got dumped over text but then I realized I was miserable at the thought of not having you anymore.”

you let out a defeated sigh, “but you never texted me back.”

“y/n,” it’s a sad smile, as you finally give in and let his hands cup your face. “I’ve typed and deleted a hundred texts, telling you I love you. but what if I said the wrong things and you'd leave again? I don't think i'd survive it. I don’t think i’d survive being forever known as the idiot who let you get away.”

you want to scold yourself for the way your heart flutters, “you really love me?”

his thumbs are stroking under your eyes, wiping away any tears that’ve overstayed their welcome. he’s giving you that smile, that boyish smile you fell in love with. that bastard, he’s always known how to get you weak in the knees. he says it so softly, “i love you, yes of course I love you. i've loved you since we started whatever this is, maybe even before then. i’m sure I fell in love with you the moment we met.”

instead of answering him, you shush him by pulling him down to meet your lips. it’s a kiss filled with ‘i love you’s and ‘i'm sorry's and ‘please, stay’s. you don’t even realize when mason has taken your hand, leading you inside the house and up the staircase. yet, as he leads you to the bedroom where you spent countless summer nights, you feel utterly happy.

you continue to interrupt the kisses with, “say it again.”

and not once does mason deny you with his, “I love you.”

leaving a delicate kiss on his jaw, you whisper against his neck, “i’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

mason returns a kiss to your forehead, mirroring your lovesick smile. leaning close to your ear, “lucky for you pretty girl, i’ll never get tired of saying it.”

you loved mason, unashamedly and quite pathetically. and you’d continue to do so for the rest of your life, if he let you.

feedback is appreciated, please :)

#mason mount x you #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fic #angst? kinda? not sure if it qualifies?

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destielbeatlesminibang · 5 months ago

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Masterlist!

And that's a wrap! Many thanks to all the writers, artists and betas who contributed to the first Destiel Beatles Minibang!

If you haven't had a chance, you can check out all the incredible works below!

The Long and Winding Road (Explicit), written by FriendofCarlotta with art by Gemma

1970: Sixteen years have passed since Dean and Castiel parted ways — separated after years of loving each other quietly and secretly at the boarding school they both attended.

Life took them along two very different paths, with Dean drifting across the country for years while Castiel launched a career in academia at Princeton. But now, a twist of fate is set to reunite them: as teachers at the same school where it all began.

Will they be able to find their way back to each other, or is it too late to start all over again?

When My Mind Is Wandering (There I Will Go) (Teen and Up), written by rachelindeed with art by hawkland Finale fix-it: In order to save Dean’s life, Cas has to temporarily take him as a vessel. While Dean’s body heals, they decide to explore what a life outside of hunting could look like. On a volunteer trip a few towns over, they are reminded of the beauty of community. And as Cas’s thoughts mix with his own, Dean learns how freeing it can be to see himself through the eyes of someone who loves him.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Teen and Up), written by eyesofatragedy67 with art by witchy-worm

Cas’s deal with the Empty broke Dean’s heart. And no matter what they tried, they couldn’t get him out.

They did manage to take care of Chuck, though, and with him out of the picture, Dean finally hung up his gear and built a life for himself. Or whatever passes for life when the one person you want to share it with most is out of reach.

But Dean’s got his bar, Charlie at his side, and his guitar to keep him company on the nights memories pull him under.

And he hopes against hope that someday Cas will return to him.

Anna, Go to Him (Teen and Up), written by butterflyslinky with art by golby-moon

Dean arrives at a new (but hopefully last) high school, where he meets overachiever Anna. There may be something going on there…if only she would stop talking up this guy called Cas.

Close Your Eyes and I'll Kiss You (Teen and Up), written by tfw_cas with art by golby-moon

Dean Winchester has been secretly in love with his college roommate and best friend Cas for years, but he’s convinced Cas doesn’t feel the same.

When he’s offered a teaching position thousands of miles away, he sees it as an opportunity to be closer to his brother… and maybe give himself some distance from his feelings for Cas. After all, it’s not like they can’t still be friends.

But things go badly when Cas finds out, and Dean’s not sure their friendship is going to survive. And as for his dreams coming true… Well, those are just lyrics, right?

In Matters of Faith (Teen and Up), written by celestial_starlight with art by witchy-worm

After Sam and Dean burn Cas’s body, Dean walks. He leaves Sam with a devil baby he can barely stand to look at and rents a cabin near the field where he spread Cas’s ashes. He prays to Cas day and night, desperate for his faith to mean something. His calls wake Cas and bring him right back to Dean’s doorstep. Dean takes him home, struggling to sort out a rollercoaster of feelings while the three of them figure out how to raise a nephilim child.

Love You With All My Heart (Explicit), written by samanddean76 with art by hexentaenzarin

Dean is an up-and-coming musician, who along with his brother Sam, has finally started to make waves with their band, The Quarrymen. Little does he know that the perfectly innocent Omega sitting in the front row of The Cavern Club, watching him perform with an enchanting smile, is the True Mate he has been longing for his entire life.

Castiel can hardly believe his luck, when he and Gabriel are invited backstage after the show. Once Gabriel slips away with Sam, Castiel is left alone with the incredibly handsome Alpha who spent the entire show singing every single song to him. But the club is raided before they can cement their bond, and Castiel is forced to flee into the night.

Whisked away by an overprotective mother, Castiel doesn’t know if he will ever see Dean again. He seeks solace in writing his poems, and fervently wishes that one day he will be reunited with the man he loves, not knowing that destiny and fate are working to bring the separated mates back together.

Lucy In the Tank With Morons (Explicit), written by queerwerewolf with art by TwinOne

Dean Winchester, a premiere shark biologist at the Georgia Aquarium, who works with their three tiger sharks, never ever expected to find himself enamored with a newly acquired giant Pacific octopus, and more importantly, her exceedingly handsome blue-eyed handler. In a little hide-away beneath the waves, Dean will fall in love in an octopus’s garden.

#destiel #supernatural #fanfic #fan art #masterpost #the beatles #destiel beatles minibang

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nicole-timey-wimey-stuff · 8 months ago

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Light it up

Based on the song Light it up - by Luke Bryan

Dbf Joel x Fem reader

Joel Miller x reader 18+ only !!

Summary - No outbreak AU!! I’ve read so many dad’s best friend Joel fics where he ends things, either permanently or temporarily. But what if the reader freaks out, worrying about her dad, worrying about never being able to openly love him and ends it. So this idea came to mind about Joel regretting saying something that leads to her ending things, then sitting by his phone, frantically pulling it out everytime it buzzes. Praying it’s her, telling him she misses him back, he basically becomes a mess.

Warnings! - no use of Y/N in this one, Angst with a happy ending, Joel being shit with feelings, reader also being terrible with feelings, sadness, breakups, hurt, eventual comfort, love confessions, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, smut with feelings, illusions to smut, reader described as female, huge age gap, sneaking around, readers 25 Joel is 45, jealousy, readers dads a softie, my terrible writing, Reader is a mechanic but she’s still feminine. The end is kinda sappy I’m sorry!

Word count - 5.5K (another long one sorry!)

Based on the song by Luke Bryan-

Light it up.

“I get so neurotic about it baby

‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone

I can’t help from going crazy

Thinking that you might not be all alone

I wake up, I check it, I shower and I check it

I feel the buzz in my truck

And I almost wreck it

I always got it on me

Just in case you want me

So, if you’re looking for my love

Then light it up”

It was a Friday night, you’re comfortably cuddled up in Joel’s arms, his hand mindlessly tracing patterns up and down your arm. You’re both sweaty, naked and catching your breath after an evening of amazing sex. Joel presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes humming in content.

“Any plans this weekend? Other than being in this bed with me?” Joel asks smirking, breaking the comfortably silence. “Yeah I have a night out with the girls tomorrow, it’s Maddie’s twenty fifth birthday. So we are going to that new club to celebrate” you reply. Joel noticeably stiffens, catching your attention, you turn your chin to look up at him, “You okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I just worry when you’re out drinking, it’s not always safe, drinks get spiked and guys get handsy all the while you’re too drunk to handle yourself” he affirms. You frown, crease lines visible to him and he sighs sitting up. “I’m not saying I don’t trust you darlin’ I just know how things can get” he continues.

“Ok well come with me then, Maddie’s boyfriend is coming, and Kelly’s fiancé, so you wouldn’t be the only guy” you answered.

“You know I can’t sweetheart, we can’t be seen out together like that, people will talk and it will get back to your dad, this only works because it’s private between us” Joel replies regretting it the second he says it, because your face is already twisting, frown becoming deeper.

Then all of a sudden you get up and start searching for your clothes, pulling them on quickly, “Darlin’ hey don’t go, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t want you to leave” he begs, walking over and trying to wrap his arms around you, pushing him back gently he looks at you like a scolded puppy, “No Joel you’re right, we can’t be seen together, we can’t act like a couple! Hell we aren’t even a real couple are we?” You snapped. “Now I never said that darlin’ look calm down, we can talk this through” Joel begged.

“It’s true though Joel, we should have never started this, I feel like the worst person every time I leave the house, sprouting some lie to my dad, he doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve this! Us sneaking about, he’s been your best friend for over a decade Joel! And I’m 20 years younger than you! What were we thinking? I don’t know what we were thinking” you go off on this tangent and Joel’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it shatter, pain radiating through his chest. He clutches it with one hand, in an absolute panic his other still reaching for you.

“Come on sweetheart you don’t mean that, we will figure something out, just don’t go” Joel pleads. “I can’t I need to go I need to sort my head out, this” you motion between you both, “This shouldn’t have happened” you whisper, tears now escaping your eyes. “Baby please” Joel attempts to convince you one last time, before you grab your bag running down the stairs and out the front door.

Racing down the street as fast as you can to where you stashed your car, you jump in starting it quickly, throwing it into drive and racing out of the street. All the while Joel’s dropped to his bedroom floor, sobs wrecking through his body, ‘what has he done’ he thinks to himself, he loves you he realises right then, he’s in love with you and he never got to tell you.

Your not much better you walk into your house tears streaming down your face, the front door opening startles your dad. When he notices your state he approaches you carefully “What’s wrong Princess?” He asks. “Had a fight with a friend I just need some sleep” you state, wanting nothing more than to curl up under your covers, and let out all these emotions. “Alright kiddo, I’m here if you need anything” he replies voice sounding concerned. You nod bounding up the stairs and closing your door, you strip off into something more comfortable, your clothes smell of Joel and you can’t stand that right now, before falling into bed.

You dads stood at the bottom of the stairs still concerned and confused, he could hear your soft sobs from down here. You weren’t this upset the time you fell out with Maddie, this wasn’t some argument with a friend, It felt deeper than that. There has been something you’ve been keeping from him for a while now, sneaking out, small lies. But you’d seemed happier than he’s seen you in a long time, and so he left it be, now though he wasn’t too sure he’d made the right call.

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Joel hadn’t slept a wink, 6am and he was still churned up, eyes swollen from hours of crying. Rolling over he checks his phone ‘nothing’ no messages no missed calls. He sends you a text “Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx”

Then he pulls himself up with a groan heading for a shower, Sarah will be over in a couple of hours for her weekly breakfast daddy/ daughter date. Even now she’s in college in the city, she still comes home every Saturday morning for breakfast. It’s always a rush to get you up and out of his bed before she arrives, frantic kisses and giggles as he gets you out the door. It’s all “I’ll see you later baby” “Have a good day at work” “I’ll miss ya, but you have to go before she gets here”. Right now he wouldn’t care if she found you in his bed, that would be better than this.

Sighing he gets under the hot stream of water, washing his body off and hoping it washes away the puffy eyes and dark marks left from no sleep. Once he’s ready for the day he checks his phone again, still nothing he opens up his messages to you, and you’ve read his message this morning, but not responded. He feels his chest constrict, you’ve ignored him, is this really over? It can’t be he won’t let it be. So he messages you again “I miss you, please message me back xx”

He makes his way downstairs preparing breakfast for Sarah, mixing pancake batter in a bowl and cutting fresh fruit. He hopes seeing Sarah will take his mind off things for a little while.

The next street over you were getting ready for work, running late after sleeping in. It had taken you hours to fall asleep, eventually exhaustion had taken over and you’d dozed off. You checked your phone when you woke up reading Joel’s message, you needed to be strong though, you reminded yourself why you’re doing this. The reasoning behind the break up, this wasn’t fair on anyone, it couldn’t be fixed, so you ignored him. Turned off your phone and got ready for work, you have an early finish ready for your girls night out, you needed this night out.

Jumping in your car you shove your phone in the glove box, you’d worry about everything later, right now you needed to clear your mind. You arrive at work in record time leaving you two minutes to spare, your boss ‘Trev’ walks over wiping the grease off his hands, “Cutting it fine today kiddo” he playfully scalds, “Yeah sorry Trev, I had a bad night sleep, slept through my alarm” you apologise. He takes a step closer evaluating your face, your eyes were slightly puffy, voice slightly hoarse “You ok kid? You know we’re a family here? You can talk to me” he asks “Yeah I’m fine honest” you give a tight lipped smile.

“Ok well you’ve got two service's today and an exhaust change. Then your free to go party with your girls” he laughs doing a little jig as he talks. You huff a laugh, he’s a good guy Trev, 56 years old and known your dad his whole life, after you finished auto mechanics in collage, he’d given you an apprenticeship at his shop. Helping you become the mechanic you are today, it had always been what you’d wanted to do, hoping one day you’ll open your own restoration shop. But Trev was a good friend of your dads and he was glad to have you, his wife Hanna ran the reception and the books. Together they had taken you under their wing, and you were very grateful to them. Their son Calvin also worked as a mechanic at the shop, he was a few years older than you, but you’d known him in school. He was a nice guy too, the whole family were good people.

“You got it Trev, I’ll make a start then” you reply, making your way into the shop. You got through your work quickly, finishing by 3pm. Once home you showered scrubbing off the muck and grease from the day, before starting to get ready for your night out. Choosing a black dress which hit just above the knees, nude tights and a pair of small heeled black irregular choice shoes, they were your favourite, little cut out hearts and red roses up the sides.

The gave yourself some smokey eyes, red lips and curled your hair into soft waves. Spraying a large amount of your perfume on you gave yourself a once over, I don’t look half bad you thought all things considering. Checking your alarm clock it was 6pm maddie would be by any moment, her boyfriend driving so you girls can drink. You grab your clutch bag and head downstairs. “You look nice Princess, you looking forward to your night out?” Your dad asks.

“Yes! Lord knows I need it dad, it’s been quite the week” you admit. A horn beeps outside “That’s my ride dad, don’t wait up ok?” “Alright be safe kiddo” he calls out as you walk out the door.

You throw yourself at Maddie squeezing her in a huge hug, “Happy birthday babe” you laughed. “Thanks! You excited?” She replies. “Yeah it should be good! I need a good drink that’s for sure!” You stressed. “Oh no! Tell me everything!” Maddie urged. “I will don’t worry” you reply. Checking your clutch you realise you’ve left your phone in your glove box, where it’s been sat all day. “Oh shit! I’ve left my phone in my car! One second” you gasp running to your car quickly fishing out your phone, and shoving it in your bag. Jogging back you leap into Maddie and Shane’s car, you were so ready for this night!

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Meanwhile Joel was going out of his mind, he’d sent you four messages today. One you’d read the other three you hadn’t even opened. He stared at his phone, your conversation stream up ….

“Hey darlin, please call me we can fix this xx” ~ read

“I miss you, please message me back xx” ~Delivered

“It’s 2pm sweetheart and I haven’t heard from you, can you just let me know your ok? Please darlin xx” ~Delivered

“Have a nice time out tonight darlin, maybe we can talk tomorrow? I can come get you, take you out for lunch?xx” ~Delivered

Why haven’t you read them, let alone reply, it was driving him crazy. Maybe he just needed to give you some space until tomorrow, hopefully by then you’d calmed down, and you could talk about this. He sits down on the sofa placing his head in his hands, this was killing him. He needed to tell you how he feels, tell you he loves you and you two can work through this. ‘What a mess’ he groans.

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You were already on your third drink, knocking them back like they were water. “Woah girl! Slow down, we have all night. Come on tell me what’s happened?” Maddie asks her voice raising a few octaves over the loud music. “Come on Mads it’s your big night, let’s not talk about this today, what did Shane get you for your birthday?” You ask trying to change the topic. “No no don’t change the subject on me babe, I’m your best friend that won’t work, spill!” She demands. “Joel and I broke up” you muttered, you tried to sound unbothered but deep down you knew you were bottling it up, pushing it down, trying to not deal with it. Maddie gasps “What! My god, I really thought you two would make it” she admits. “Yeah well reality of the situation hit, and I realised it couldn’t work, we are lying to my dad. I mean Joel’s his best friend Mads, this whole thing was wrong” you explain. Maddie was the only person you’d told about Joel, you knew you could trust her to keep it to herself, and you needed someone to tell. You needed someone to know so Joel didn’t feel like a dirty little secret.

“I just can’t believe it, you’ve been together over six months at this point hunni, I thought you’d tell your dad and be settled down within the next year” Maddie claimed. “Really!” You gasp ‘tell your dad?? Is her head screwed on’ you think.

“Well yeah you clearly love him, and your dad is a good guy, I think he’d grow to respect your choice. He knows Joel’s a great guy” Maggie shrugs. Your left astounded, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, ‘Love him?’ Do you love him? Yeah you do, but this can’t happen any longer, your dad wouldn’t just be ok with this. Joel has been in your life since you were 14, he’d watched you with Sarah when your dad had to run into work. His own daughter was only five years younger than you!

“I need another drink, you want another?” You ask Maddie. She gives an exasperated sigh “No I’m good” she replies holding up her half full drink, you nod and make your way over to the bar.

Whilst waiting at the bar a guy scoots in next to you, sparing glances in your direction. “Can I buy you that drink?” He asks, you look up at him and he’s not bad looking, dark blonde hair and blue eyes. But you find fault in the fact it’s not the big brown puppy dog eyes your used too, he doesn’t have all that patchy scruff you like to run your rands through, in short he’s not Joel. “No thanks” you reply, looking forward again, “Suit yourself” the guy says before walking off, you find yourself relieved he does, he doesn’t push it and your grateful of that. Walking back to your table drink in hand Kelly pulls you along to the dance floor “Come on dance with me!!” She pleads “Ok ok” you laugh, finally letting loose and having some fun.

Joel startles awake from a knock at the front door, when had he fallen asleep? He checks his phone again ‘no notifications’ he exhales 9:30pm, who would be at his door this late. Getting up he opens the door to find your dad standing on his porch “Hey Ray, what you doing here at this time?” Joel mumbles, voice laced with sleep. “Sorry Joel, did I wake you? My kitchen extraction fan is making an awful noise, I can’t sleep with it squeaking like that, and my screwdriver head is too big, I thought you may have one that fits?” You dad explains. “Yeah I’ll grab my tool box, n’ I’ll come over and fix it I ain’t got nothin else to do” Joel replies.

Back at your house Joel has the extraction fan in bits, as your dad hands him a beer, “Thanks for this man, you didn’t have to come though I could have fixed it” you dad mused. Joel raises his eyebrows giving your dad the ‘really’ look. “Yeah yeah alright, maybe not” he laughs. “How’s Sarah doing at college?” “Yeah good, she came for breakfast this morning, she’s excited about a project she has coming up. It’s good to see her so passionate.” Joel gushed, he always lights up when talking about his daughter, Sarah is his world. “She’s all grown up, you must be super proud of her man” you dad replies sipping on his beer. “Yeah I still have a hard time accepting that she’s 20 now, grown up, moved out and living on her own two feet!” Joel replies.

“Well maybe it’s time you move on with your life huh, maybe start dating? There’s some nice single women in our neighbourhood.” You dad asks, genuinely looking out for his friend. “Not interested, trust me I have enough goin’ on in my life, Tommy is still a full time job on his own, and the companies busy, lots of contracts comin’ in and I have Sarah.” Joel admits “Plus maybe you should take your own advice and find someone, your not getting any younger” Joel’s jests laughing at your dads unimpressed face. “Hey your only six years younger than me! If I’m old your old too!” Your dad smirks. Joel then holds his hands up in mock surrender, before placing the cover back onto the extractor fan. “There all fixed, no more squeaking” Joel confirms. “Thanks man, I owe you one”.

On the way home Joel’s phone buzzes in his pocket, he almost wrecks his truck swerving to the side while frantically trying to get the device out of his pants. Only to be bitterly disappointed, it was from Tommy.

“Hey big bro, I need to call in tomorrow and grab a pair of your hiking boots, I have a date! :)”

“Jesus” Joel groans, he’s loosing it big time.

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You wake up late morning a little hungover but not feeling too bad, nothing got too crazy last night and after drink number 4 Maddie cut you off. She claimed it was her birthday and she wanted everyone conscious to enjoy the dancing. It was the right move, as your emotions were too all over the place and you may have done something stupid.

You turn on your phone for the first time in 24 hours, when suddenly all the notifications start pinging through. Four messages from Joel, you open the chat up and read the first few. Tears well up in your eyes, you miss him too so much, this is the longest you’d gone without talking to him in six months.

Your pulled away from the messages by a loud banging at your door, you pad your way down the stairs opening the door, confused as it was Calvin “Thank god your your in! I’ve messed up big time, the Chevy truck we had in is being picked up first thing tomorrow and I’ve cut through the cam belt, which has lead to the water pump breaking and I can’t get it done by myself! And I can’t tell dad he will kill me. He told me to be careful like 8 times and I brushed him off” Calvin babbles out so fast you struggled to keep up.

“Woah ok ok, come in” you close the door behind him. “Give me five minutes to get decent and I’ll come help, the kitchen is through there” you point “Make us coffee we are gonna need it” you reply. You quickly throw some scruffy clothes on that you usually decorate or dye your hair in, as your work overalls are in the wash. Then bound down the stairs, Calvin is ready with two cups of coffee in your reusable take out mugs. “Perfect, come on let go fix this” you propose. “Thank you so much for this! I owe you big time!” Calvin replies. “It’s no bother I didn’t have anything else planned for today” you write your dad a quick note explaining what has happened and where you’ll be, before walking out your door and locking up. “We can go in my car I’ll drop you back after?” Calvin asks. “Sure” you reply.

Little did you know Joel was watching from afar, his heart breaking all over again. Thinking the guy had stayed over after your night out, he couldn’t believe it, how could you move on so fast? Here he was completely in love with you, and you were already sleeping with another guy. He checks his phone again, still no messages from you, but you’d read all his still ignoring him. This was it he’d lost you, all because he couldn’t just man up and tell the people who cared about you both that you were together.

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You had helped Calvin fix the car in record time, you serviced it too, making sure it was good to go tomorrow. “Please be careful from now on Cal, I don’t like to hide things from your dad, he’s been good to me.” You explain. “No I’ll tell him, now it’s fixed and he won’t panic, he will be calmer. I won’t hide it from him.” He responds. “Thank you Cal, I appreciate that”. Checking your phone it was 5pm, you had no new messages from Joel, but you read his last one, he was going to come get you for lunch? You weren’t even there, we must be worried sick by now, you haven’t replied once. The weekend has just kinda swept away from you. “Hey Cal can you drop me off at another address please? I need to pop in on a friend” you ask. “Yeah of course” Calvin replies.

Pulling up outside Joel’s you thank Calvin before exiting his car and waving him off, taking a deep breath you knock on the door. After a few moments you hear footsteps approaching, the door opens and a very tired looking Joel is standing there, gosh he looks awful, puffy eyes, dark bags under his eyes and his curls messy, sticking up in every direction. “Hi Joel” you speak, but it comes out as more of a sob. Your eyes start leaking, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so sad, and it’s your fault. “Hey, shouldn’t you be with your new boyfriend? Or was it a one night thing” he sneers. “Joel what are you talking about?” You ask genuinely confused as to why he thinks this.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps, voice raised.

You recoil slightly, he had never shouted at you before, he’s obviously upset and you don’t understand at all.

“Joel I really don’t know what your going on about.” You reply bottom lip quivering, all you want to do is hold him right now.

“I saw you today, about 11:30am, leaving your house with some guy, coffee in your hands so he obviously stayed over, I’m guessing you really did have fun last night huh” he scoffed.

You visibly relax, realising his mistake. He’d seen Calvin this morning. “Ok Joel I need you to listen to me, I have not slept with anyone else. That guy this morning was Calvin as in my bosses son Calvin” you explain, Joel frowns now he’s the confused one.

“He came over just 10 minutes before we left, he’d fucked up with a truck at work, managed to slice the cambelt and break the water pump, the owner is coming for it first thing tomorrow and he was panicking asking for my help. I told him to make coffee while I went and changed, I couldn’t wear my overalls as they are in the wash ready for Tuesday. Look at my top Joel I'm covered in motor oil, I was just helping a friend.” He examines you seeing you are right, you’re covered in oil and grease, black stains all over your sweats and T-shirt. Even a smear down your left cheek, he cups it trying to gently rub the mark away. You lean into his touch “I’ve missed you” he whispers “I’ve missed you too Joel, so much” he forces you into his arms then, and closes his front door. Cupping your face he pulls you in for a deep kiss conveying all his feelings into it, only breaking apart when the need for oxygen becomes too much.

“I love you sweetheart” Joel confesses, your eyes snap to his in shock, but all you see is complete sincerity. “I love you too” you whisper, a large grin appears on his face and his lips meet yours once more, this time it’s more passionate, tongue meeting yours it’s hungry and all consuming. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you flush against him before sliding down to grab your thighs “jump” he instructs, and you do. Joel carries you up to his bedroom, lips never leaving yours until he throws you onto his bed.

“Joel my clothes are filthy!” You whine.

“You won’t be in them long” he teased.

He pulls you to the end of the bed by your legs, then proceeds to pull your sweatpants and underwear off in one swoop. You sit up and pull your T-shirt over your head and impatiently pull at his, signalling for him to do the same. Joel smirks at you “Someone’s eager” he laughs “I’ve missed you” you state, he notices the sad look that briefly crosses your face. “Hey baby girl look at me, I’m here, I’m not going nowhere. We are in this together now, and I’m not giving you up, Not ever” Joel conveyed.

Relief floods your body and you pull him down on top of you, mouth finding his again. Using your feet you push his sweatpants down and off, lifting your hips you grind against him, smearing your wetness against his hard cock. “Need you Joel” you whimper, “Ok darlin” he begins kissing you down your jaw gently sucking on your pulse point. One of his hands moves down your stomach to your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing your clit, you throw your head back letting out a loud moan. It felt so good to finally have him back like this but you needed more, “Joel I need you inside me now please” you whine “Ok I got you” he breathed, removing his hand from you he takes himself and lines up with your entrance, before pushing in lips finding yours once more.

Giving you a minute to adjust he takes your hand lacing his fingers with yours, resting them beside your head, you give your hips a roll signalling for him to move. Joel starts thrusting slow and deep “Fuck you feel so good baby girl” he groans, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. He Takes in your scent, how soft your skin feels and ingrains it into his memory. He never wants to miss this again, never wants to be apart from you again. He brings his brown eyes to meet yours, they are so full of love and devotion, sweat starts beading on his forehead and his hips begin to pick up speed. “Tell me again sweetheart please” he begs, and you know exactly what he needs to hear “I love you Joel, fuck I love you soo much” you confess, “Shit I love you baby” he moans.

“I’m so close” you whine, Joel brings his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing tight circles, “Let go for me darlin’, fuck come for me baby I’m right behind you” Joel groans. Your pussy clenches the familiar feeling coursing through you, blinding hot pleasure as you come. You arch your back, throwing your head back as you chant his name over and over, “Shit” he whimpers stilling above you, cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours while you both come down from your highs. Stroking your hair away from your sweaty forehead, you whimper when he pulls out, already missing the contact “I know baby I know, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”, you nod half dazed.

Later, while snuggled up in bed together Joel shifts his weight onto his side facing you. “We need to tell him sweetheart, your dad, we need to tell him, and damn the consequences” he sighed, running his thumb gently down the swell of your cheek.

“Yeah I know, I’ve been thinking that too, tomorrow?” You ask. “Yeah ok baby girl, tomorrow it is” Joel kissed the crown of your head pulling you into his chest, ‘I damn hope this goes ok’ he ponders, but he can’t imagine that it will.

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Your currently sat outside your house in the passenger seat of Joel’s truck, your nerves are shot, leg bouncing up and down. Joel bless him is watching you not knowing what to say, taking your hand off your bouncing knee he places a kiss to the palm. “We have to go in at some point darlin’, we’ve been sat here fifteen minutes. He is going to notice my truck soon” Joel reasoned.

“Yeah yeah, I know I just can’t bring myself to move” you begin biting your nails now, Joel pulls your hand away from the assault with a sigh, before opening his door and leaving the truck. Ten seconds later your door opens “Come on baby let’s go” he motions, generally coaxing you out of the truck. “Fine but if he throws me out, I’ll have nowhere to go but yours Joel, you’ll be stuck with me forever” you quip, “Sweetheart I’d love nothing more” he confesses. “Your gaze hastily finds his “Really?” You breathe, “Really, come on” he pulls you to the front door and pushes it open.

Your dad looks up from the paper he was reading “Hey kiddo, how did the disaster at the shop go? You fix the truck in time?” He trails off before noticing Joel “Joel? Hey what are you doin’ here buddy? Did I forget something? We have plans?” Your dad asks confused. “Hey Ray, no you didn’t forget anything, we actually have something we need to tell you” Joel relays his voice careful. Your dad frowns, clearly noticing some tension here and Joel’s nervous tone.

“Dad, Joel and I are dating, it’s been just over six months. And and” you stammer “It’s something we couldn’t keep from you anymore” you continue, watching your dads face waiting for some reaction. He turns to Joel “You’re dating my daughter?” He asks his voice assertive, he sounded pissed and your heart starts pounding. “Yeah I am” Joel confirms “But this isn’t us just messing around, I’m in love with her Ray, I love your daughter very much, and I can only imagine how much you want to hit me right now, but I can promise you I will always treat her right, however I can not, will not stay away from her Ray I just can’t. She’s become everything to me and I can’t live without her now” Joel expressed.

Finally your dad looks at you,

“You’re happy?” He asks “Yeah dad, Joel makes me very happy, and it’s true I love him too” you reply.

“Ok” he sighs

“Ok!??” You and Joel both repeat at the same time, absolutely astounded.

“Well your both adults, I can’t exactly stop you, and I don’t want to loose my daughter. I can’t say I understand this, but I know your a good man Joel, I know if you say you love my daughter your being honest. But if you ever hurt her, I will shoot you”

“Understood” Joel responds

“Ok then, well as we all have the afternoon off I suggest we order some takeout and watch the game, Joel grab some beers from the garage will ya” your dad asks. “Sure” Joel agrees, disappearing down the hall.

Your dad then pulls you into a hug, taking you by surprise. He wraps his arms around you securely “Your definitely happy yeah?” “Yeah dad I’m very happy” you reply hugging him just that bit tighter “Good” he nods.

Yeah you think to yourself, everything’s going to be ok.

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Oil At The Coffee Shop X

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : The morning after your first time and someone comes to visit.

Word Count : 2.1k

Warnings : Not proofread, fluff, swears, kisses, talks of sex, no actual smut, just cuteness.

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Waking up with a beautiful ache between your legs, you hummed as you nuzzled into Eddies warm chest. His fingers ran up and down your back gently, lips pressing against your head. “Good morning,” he said, voice groggy.

“Morning,” you spoke, kissing his chin. He hummed, pulling you closer, which made you giggle as you were practically on top of him. “What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost time to get up,” he sighed.

“Why the sigh gorgeous?” you asked.

“I could happily lay here all day with you. We could play hooky.”

“We can’t and you know it.”

“When does the business owner, get time off?” he asked.

“When their employees aren’t two 18 year olds.”

“What if I don’t let you leave the bed?”

“They’ll send out a search party and let’s be honest, you’re scared of Max.”

“That’s true.” You laughed at him, kissing your chest and then pushed up so you leant on your elbows. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything Sweetheart.”

“What are we now?” You felt shy, asking something like that, after the date and last night.

“Well I’d really like it if you would be my girlfriend, but I get if you want to think about it or if you don’t,” he rambled, but you pressed your lips to his. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

The grin that lit up his face was contagious.

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A few days had passed and Eddie had come over after work most days. Not just for sex, but for company, to help you in the kitchen (though he was more of a distraction who ate your cake batter).

It was nice, having someone to spend the evenings with, though one of the nights you almost throttled him when he went to sit on your couch in greasy overalls. You made up for that in the shower.

Humming to yourself in the kitchen as you made an order of soup and a grilled cheese, Max walked in. “Hey, there’s someone here for you,” she said.

“I’ll just be a minute,” you spoke, chopping the food.

“I’ll take this,” she smiled, “Table 6 right?”

“Yeah, thanks Honey.”

During this week, El and Max had also told you their stories. How El was taken from her mother, her real name was Jane, she had powers and lived most of her life in Hawkins Lab.

Max told you about her brother Billy, losing him, Vecna, the headaches, her almost dying, losing her sight temporarily. Then they told you about Will, and what that horrible place did to him.

It made you feel for the kids even more, made you heart hurt. When you saw Steve again, you wrapped your arms around him tightly - you had found out what the Russians did to him.

Walking to the front you smiled, there leaning against the counter was the one and only, Eddie Munson.

“Well hello there Sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Hi gorgeous, what can I get for you?”

“The usual, but I have an add on today.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“A kiss,” he leaned over the counter before you could say anything, stealing a peck from your lips. “Eddie!” you scolded with a laugh, “I’m working!”

“Sorry sorry, you just look so beautiful.”

“Hush up you sweet talker, does Wayne want anything?”

“Coffee please Sweetheart.” You nodded walking to make the drinks in the few remaining orange cups from halloween.

Along with that you wrapped up a turnover for him and Wayne. “Here you go,” you smiled, he tried to hand you a $10 bill, but you ignore him completely.

“You, Sweetheart, are a pain,” he said.

“Hm I know, but you adore me.”

“That I do. I have to get off, I’ll see you later.”

“Sure,” you smiled, leaning over the counter to kiss him cheek.

“You’re working!” he mocked, making you laugh as he left the shop. “Sooo~” You turned to see Max and El leant against the wall, grins on their faces.

“Not a word,” you said.

“But-” El began.

“Nope, I’m going for my lunch.”

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The shop was now closed and you’d sent the girls on their way, wiping down one of the cabinets due to a very crumbly batch of cookies.

The bell rang on the door, “I wasn’t expecting you until later,” you said, spraying down the glass. “Well I can leave and come back if you want,” a voice spoke. That wasn’t Eddie.

“Scottie!” you squealed running to hug your brother. “Hey little sister,” he smiled into your hair. “What the hell are you doing here?” you asked.

“Well the kiddies and Di missed you so thought I’d put them out of their misery.”

“Just the three of them?” you teased.

“Okay I might have missed you a bit,” he said, squeezing you.

“Where are my little monsters?” you asked.

“Just having dinner, they don’t know this is where you live, wanna surprise them?” he smirked, you nodded straight away, grabbing your keys and heading out of the shop with him.

Arm and arm you when, walking down the road and catching up. “How’s business?” you asked. “It’s good, got a new guy working for me.”

“Oh yeah? Better than me?”

“Nowhere near.” You laughed at that, “The shop looks great.”

“It is, I love it.”

“We’ll come tomorrow, get some cake. The kids will love it.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Just a couple days.”

“Well we’ll have to make the most of them,” you smiled, leaning your head on your brothers shoulders.

You soon made it to the restaurant, spotting Di and the kids from the window. She met you eyes, unable to keep an excited grin from crawling on her face.

The pair of you entered, Scott speaking to his wife and children. “Hey guys I’m back, and guess what I found an amazing person who wants to have dinner with us. What do you think?” he asked the small kids.

They turned to look at your and confusion turned into ecstatic realisation. “Hey Bud, Hey Munchkin,” you smiled, the two kids through themselves at you.

“What are you doing here?” Matthew asked.

“This is where I live, in this town!”

“Wow!” Jenny cooed.

“Look at you! You’re so big!” you beamed at the little girl, taking her in your arms.

“Excuse me! No hug for me?” Diane asked, raising her brow in a teasing way. “How could I forget you my love,” you laughed, squeezing her tight.

You tried to think about how much you missed your family as little as possible, but now after months of not seeing them it all came forward. A phone call wasn’t the same at all. It was so nice to have them back with you.

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“So how’s Hawkins treating you?” Diane asked, helping Jenny scoop her peas. “It’s great, I’ve got wonderful friends, some me and Scott met as kids. It’s nice.”

“And what about the old love life?” Scott looked up from chopping a piece of Matts food, very curious. “Uh … well I um ..”

“What’s his name?” the woman asked.

“Eddie,” you smiled, face flushing.

“And you’re dating?” your brother questioned. “Mhm.”

“How long?”

“Just under a week, but I met him the day I moved here.”

Diane choked on a laugh, “You move fast.”

“He’s a mechanic, my car broke down.”

“Mhm, whatever you say hun.” She was teasing you relentlessly for the rest of the meal.

You didn’t really date, or if you did. It didn’t go well. Eddie felt different. Eddie felt right.

“So do we get to meet him?” Scott asked.

“Meet who Daddy?” Matt questioned his father, looking up at him with big eyes. “Just a new friend of your aunties.”

“Maybe, if he’s up for it and he’s not busy. Wouldn’t want to stress him out and scare him, would we Scott?” you prayed your brother would be nice.

“Of course, unless he-“

“Shush!” his wife laughs.

“So tell me more about this Eddie.”

This is gonna be one hell of a meal.

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Sat in your apartment, the kids lay on a beanbag you had, eyes fixed on the movie playing in front of them. “I’ve missed this,” you said softly. “We have too. All of us,” Di sighed, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“What’s your plan for Christmas?” Scott asked. “I’m not sure yet, I’ve gotta figure out a time table for the shop. I’ll make sure to come home though. Have to see you and the kids and Gran.”

He nods, knowing that if you say you’ll come home you will. A knock on the door breaks the peace. Shit. Eddie. “Uh I’ll be right back,” you said, almost running to the door.

Opening it you were met by your beautiful boyfriend. “Hi Sweetheart,” he said, trying to step into your apartment, but you pushed him and yourself out.

Pulling the door too, he furrowed his brows, “Uh hi? Is everything okay?” he asked.

“My family’s here, I just um … I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable meeting them so soon. You know we only started dating a little while ago and it’s a big step and-”

He took your face in his palms, “Baby, calm down. I would love to meet them.”

“Okay,” you smiled softly, instantly feeling calmed by him. Leaning down Eddie pecked your lips.

“Let’s do it then,” you said, taking his hand and waking back into the apartment. Four sets of eyes looked at you. “Everyone, this is Eddie, my boyfriend. Eddie this is my family.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” he said politely, trying not to come across as an asshole. Scott stood up and held out his hand, “I’m Scott, her brother. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” the pair shook hands and Diane came up to say hello too.

Introducing herself, she whispered in your ear, “He’s cute!” You chuckled and walked over to where the kids were, “Eddie this is my nephew Matthew and my niece Jenny. Can you guys say hi?”

“Hello,” Matt smiled, it was gappy but cute, whilst little Jenny waved around her blanket and pacifier. “Hi guys,” Eddie smiled.

Okay it went okay, now what. “So Eddie, what are you intentions with my sister?” Shit. “Oh Scott hush, he’s only teasing. It is really nice to meet you Eddie, you’re a mechanic or so we’ve heard.”

“Yeah, I have a shop with my uncle. It keeps me busy and I enjoy it so, it’s a win.”

“And you met my sister how?”

“Her car broke down coming into town, I was called to pick her up and I fixed it. We met again through our friend Steve.”

Scott nodded, it was a good enough answer, but he was still in overprotective big brother mode. “How’s your business going?” he asked Scott, which seemed to take him by surprise.

They actually got on really well, Eddie taking a seat beside him, the pair chatting away happily. You felt your hand being tugged. There was Jenny.

“Hi munchkin,” you smiled.

“Cuddle?” she asked, big doe eyes like her mom. “Sure honey, come here,” you lifted the small girl up and leg her cuddle into you.

Pulling her blanket up to her face, she rubbed her finger up and down her nose in a soothing way. Her eyes became heavy. “I think little miss might be ready for bed,” Diane spoke quietly, nudging her husband.

“And Matty too,” The bean bag was by your legs, the young boy snoozing away on it. “How do they alway fall asleep so well when you’re around?” Scott asked.

“Magic.”

“Where are you staying?” Eddie asked.

“A small B&B, a few streets over. We better get going actually. Get these two to bed.” Diane yawned at that, “These three,” you laughed.

Handing Jenny to her mom, Scott lifted up Matthew. “It was lovely meeting you,” Di spoke, kissing Eddies cheek as she passed by, giving you a squeeze.

“We’ll come by tomorrow,” your brother smiled, giving you a one armed hug as his son lay in the other. “Eddie, I hope to see you again soon.”

“You too,” Eddie spoke sincerely. The pair of you watched them down the back stairs and to their car. “So that went better than I thought it would,” you exhaled.

“They’re nice. You’re great with kids,” he complimented. “Thanks, it’s only those two though, I have a soft spot,” you laughed.

“It was sweet to see.”

“Did you want to stay?”

“Oh after that, there’s not a chance I’m going anywhere,” he grinned, pushing you back into the apartment. Hands on your hips and mouth on your own, making you giggle as you went.

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A/N : i can’t believe we’re coming to the end of this story

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icycoldninja · 2 months ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a story about Nero and the Reader where the Reader has a terminal illness. Whatever the story is, the Reader spends their last time with Nero.

Thank u and have a nice day!

I will! You have a good one too!

Time (Nero x Reader angst)

Tw: terminal illness; death.

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Life had been nothing but a blur lately, which was odd, considering how little of it you had left. It started when the doctors entered your room, their gaunt faces cast even more in shadow. They spoke to you in soft, comforting tones, probably to try and ease the shock of it all when they told you that you had very little time left in this world.

You cried your heart out almost as soon as they left, and when Nero rocketed into your room with a huge bouquet of flowers and a "get well soon" card, you couldn't help but wail out the jarring news of your fate. The flowers hit the floor; the card drifted down to meet them, and the next thing you knew, you were being strangled with a hug.

From that moment onward, Nero hardly left your side. When he did, it was only because the nurses either forced him to leave by threatening him with security, or when a devil-related emergency arose. Otherwise, he'd be chained to your bedside, refusing to waste even a second.

Your morbid attitude was understandable for someone so close to death's door. Still, you felt that thinking this way--feeling this way--was wasting both your time and Nero's. You should be trying to enjoy what little time together you had left, instead of wallowing in self pity. But you har so many regrets, so many things you still wanted to do, so much life you wanted to live! Why did it all have to end now?! Why?! You wanted to stay a little longer!

"Babe," Nero began for the hundredth time that afternoon. "You alright? You spaced out again."

"I'm...fine," You lied, gripping the blankets tightly, desperately needing something to ground yourself with.

"I don't think that's true," Nero sighed, noticing your clenched fists. "Come on, get it off your chest, what's wrong?"

It took a great deal of effort to choke back the tears, but you managed, feeling the sorrow and anguish temporarily settle in your stomach, sure to bubble back up in a few moments.

"I...I don't want to die." You finally managed to squeak out. "I'm too young to die. I...want to keep living."

"I know," Nero replied, his voice brittle. "I don't want you to leave either. I'm...gonna...miss you. So fuckin' much."

At this point, all speech had left you, that clump of agony you swallowed earlier coming back to bite you sooner than you expected. You simply rested your head on Nero's warm shoulder and cried, taking solace in his comforting embrace, feeling just a little better now that you'd shared your anguish with someone.

"Shh," Nero consoled, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, adjusting your pillow and helping you lie back down soon after. "I gotcha. I love you. I love you so much, more than you'll ever know."

"Love you too," You mumbled, as Nero pulled the covers up over your shoulders and planted another kiss on your lips.

"You should get some rest now," He suggested, brushing some of your hair away from your face. "I'll be right here when you wake up, don't worry," He added, when you opened your mouth to protest.

"Ok." You responded, obediently closing your eyes.

Nero chuckled to himself softly as he watched you drift off to sleep, admiring how content and relaxed you looked, the sorrow and anxiety of impending death now erased from your face. He hoped someday, preferably someday soon, you would wear that expression as you walked around Devil May Cry once again.

When the doctors told him the next morning that you'd passed away in your sleep, Nero was both devastated and thankful--thankful that at the very least, you died peacefully, free of any mental trouble, soothed in slumber.

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noxsoulmate · 1 year ago

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Commiseration Tuesday

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, what a wonderful idea:

With AO3 temporarily down, lots of us are sad at not being able to read when we wanted to! With that in mind, I’m taking the opportunity to invite you guys to share a little something from a WIP to keep us going through the downtime! Preferably something we haven’t shared before, but whatever works for you!

Thanks for tagging me, @detective-giggles, @heartstringsduet, @wtfuckevenknows, and @bonheur-cafe 🥰

Seeing how ao3 is still down, I'll just continue with this game, and since I can't share the Rev Bang fics I've been working on lately, you'll get some more from the "hand over mouth"-smut fic 😏 this time with the truly smutty part - I'll put it under the cut since it's explicit.

Sliding back into TK was another kind of coming home. One that had him press his lips against TK’s neck so he wouldn’t scream out loud; one that had him snake his hand around and cover TK’s mouth to keep him from waking the entire station as well. He gave them both a moment to adjust before he fully let loose on all his desire that had built up over three months, four days, thirteen hours – give or take a few minutes. During all that time, Carlos had often wondered how their reunion would be. Given the way they had been with each other for a long while now, he often envisioned gentle love-making, gazing into each other’s eyes, their harmonic silence interrupted only by their moans and sweet nothings whispered between them. Except for the silence, it was anything but. It was fast and dirty and hard, the way they had been in their early days; the way they still often liked it now, true, but it still surprised Carlos how greedy they both were for it now. He had to keep his hand over TK’s mouth the entire time, able to hear his husband moan and groan and even whimper into it. There was never a chance that TK would’ve been able to stay quiet, not without Carlos’ help. Carlos fared only slightly better, pressing his face back into TK’s neck whenever it became too much. The rest of the time he peppered TK’s shoulders, neck, and back with gentle bites and kisses; he murmured into his ear the most filthiest things he’d thought of whenever he’d been lonely in that motel room and had needed a way to find release; nibbled on his earlobe and sucked hickeys into his neck, claiming his husband back, letting him whine with pleasure all he wanted – his hand caught every sound.

Tagging:

@catanisspicy, @chaotictarlos, @ravens-words, @sgirl18, @firstprince-history-huh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @actuallysara, @paperstorm, @meditating-honey-badger, @just-inside-her, @alidravana, @morganaspendragonss, @lire-casander, @otter-love-asl, @ramblingdisaster73, @first-kanaphan, @xtltokio, @buckybarnesalways, @mangacat201, @carlos-in-glasses, @lightningboltreader

#tarlos #911 lone star #noxy writes #tk strand #carlos reyes #smut and fluff #reunion #reunion smut #hand over mouth #commiseration monday #commiseration tuesday

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clericofshadows · 2 years ago

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find the words! these will mostly be from WIPs I have in my drafts :)

tagged by @breadedsinner

tagging: not sure who to tag, so if you see this and want to participate, feel free!

your words are fear, risen, victory, insight

Word 1, Dark: (from a WIP)

Regis shut off his omnitool and sat down at his desk, head in his hands. Seeing Chakwas and Joker for a moment felt like a victory, finally someone he could trust on his side, someone who he knew had his back.

But a small, dark part of him despised that they thought Cerberus was the answer after everything that had happened, everything that they witnessed. He doesn’t know if he could even trust them, truly.

It was a terrifying thought.

The only man he could trust right now was supposedly still with the Alliance, but Regis was afraid to contact him onboard this ship, knowing that his picture sat innocently on his desk.

A threat, a reminder, and a way to say that Cerberus knows about him. A way to say that they know who he loves and will do anything for.

If he finds out who put that picture there, who gave them that moment between them, they will meet the Butcher of Torfan.

A picture taken by Tali before Ilos, of Regis and Kaidan touching their foreheads together, temporarily switching their scarves for the mission.

Something only his crew should have, and yet, it ended up in Cerberus's hands...

Word 2, Fluffy: (from a WIP)

There was something so pleasant about waking up with Kaidan's arms wrapped around him, even knowing that the mission that awaited them could be their last.

Regis didn't want to move, didn't want to disturb these beloved moments of peace, but Kaidan started to stir anyway, slowing opening his eyes with a groan.

"Is it already morning, Regis?" he asked, not letting go of Regis just yet.

"Afraid so." He moved to run his hands through Kaidan's curly hair, fluffing it out before moving in for a kiss. "Ilos awaits."

Word 3, Embrace: (from a posted fic: late night conversations)

“I never made that decision lightly.” He looked away. “I embraced it, but ultimately, it has pinned me as someone who will get the job done, no matter the cost. While that may be true sometimes, it’s something I try to avoid.” He sighed. “But yes, I imagine he had a certain image of me.”

“I gave the order knowing damn well it was the only way out. I took the fall so everyone else would survive, while I became the monster. The demon. The Butcher. But the families of the dead know what I did for them, what I sacrificed to make sure they got what they deserved. The thing is? I wasn’t the only one in support of it, but I made damn sure that the Alliance thought it was only me. And look what it gave me. Scars, a path to N7, and a title that makes my mother hate me even more.”

Word 4, Slow: (from a WIP)

“Listen, you know what I want out of you. Either you tell me where I can contact Kaidan, or I will find some alternative way to contact him,” Regis said, leaning against the railing in the office. “I have no allies, no one I can turn to, and it is utter hell for me knowing what logo is debasing my ship.”

“You know I cannot do that. The mission he’s on is classified, and you, for all intents and purposes, are now someone that the Alliance cannot trust,” Anderson replied. “My hands are tied.”

Regis frowned. “Then what the hell am I even here for? I didn't accept the Normandy, hell even the Spectre position, to be stuck unable to do a goddamn thing."

Anderson gave him an unimpressed look. “You are on your own, Shepard, whether you like it or not. Unless you turn yourself in, there’s nothing I can do except let you do what Cerberus wants you to do.” Regis felt his corona rise underneath his skin. “I just woke up from being dead for two fucking years, Anderson! I was dead! Meat and goddamn tubes! And somehow, I’m here, not knowing if I’m even still the man who I claim to be! I have my armor, yet it feels wrong. My biotics are more responsive than ever, but I feel so fucking slow and sluggish while using them, as if I was back at BAaT! And I will die before letting the Illusive Man use me as his personal dog.” He growled out. “I’m only doing this because the Collectors are a clear threat, and I’m going to burn every resource Cerberus gives me to make sure my mission succeeds and try to destroy them in the process. So, I’ll say it again: Either I contact him and jeopardize him, or you get me in contact with someone who can.”

#cleric's writing #cleric's wip

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magickizu · 22 days ago

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"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writing inspiration #writeblr #gay #merman #merman x human #wholesome story #happy ending #loving couple #i've tried

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wolken-himmel · 4 years ago

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In which (Y/n) mysteriously falls into a deep slumber, from which only her a true love's kiss can awaken her. Malleus is devastated and doesn't know what to do.

In the end, it turns out that this was just a scheme to get Malleus to kiss her.

Request by @honeyy-deww.

"Be careful when touching the spindles on my belt. They might— (Y/n)? (Y/n)!"

Suddenly, your knees gave in, and you fell forward right into his arms. Malleus caught you with furrowed eyebrows, splutters of worries leaving his lips as he knelt down and lowered your head onto his lap. Your face was rolled over to the side, prompting him to gently cup your cheek to tilt your closed eyes to face him.

"(Y/n)? Wake up," Malleus whispered, his voice soft and comforting in hopes that it would beckon you out from your slumber. But it didn't work, and you simply continued breathing evenly, eyes shut close in an almost ethereal-looking way. Malleus' grip on your face tightened, but he didn't receive any reaction. "Please..."

When your eyes didn't flutter open after a few minutes of patient waiting, real panic seeped into his mind, poisoning his thoughts of scenarios where he would never hear your wonderful laughter or see your heart-warming smile ever again. He pulled you into his arms once again, a few sobs escaping his lips as he helplessly held you, as if you were a lifeless doll with no soul.

The dragon fae buried his face in your neck, and you felt the way his breathing became erratic and flat. "Come on. This isn't fun anymore," he mumbled, his voice breaking slightly by the end. Taking a shaky breath, he temporarily pulled away to gaze at your peacefully sleeping face. A trembling finger reached out towards your forehead to push away a loose strand of (E/c) hair. Smiling bitterly, he brought his face closer to yours, his eyes fixated on your lips. "Do I need to kiss you awake?"

Just as your lips were about to touch, he pulled away with a disappointed sigh. For a moment, he swore he could feel your muscles tensing as if you were awake, but it seemed like that simply had been a spasm. "Even my humor won't wake you up?" he asked, resuming to sulking like a dejected child. Sighing, he rose to his feet with you in his arms, one arm supporting your shoulders while the other one was beneath the back of your knees. All the while, he kept his glowing eyes focused on your ever so peaceful face. "I should bring you to the infirmary."

You shifted slightly, giving Malleus hope that you would return to consciousness soon — only for you to quieten down again once the fae stopped in his tracks.

He curiously peered down at your sleeping form, wondering if you could hear him through the thick veil of slumber that divided you from him. "Oh... is that a sign? Well, maybe I should just bring you somewhere safe... like my room?" he suggested, hoping you would give him a sign like you had done before. Indeed, you seemed to bury your face in his shoulder, which the fae took as a positive response. Humming in satisfaction, he began to laugh. "Yes, you seem to like that idea. Let us go then, my precious treasure..."

In less than minutes, the fae carrying his beloved human had disappeared from the courtyard, where the two friends had formerly spent their time watching and discussing gargoyles. The only thing hinting to your earlier presence were the green fireflies that occupied the area where Malleus had stood before. The obscure part of the courtyard remained forsaken now, peaceful and serene.

When Malleus arrived in his bedroom in the Diasomnia dorm with you in his arms, he wasted no time in gently lowering you onto his bed. He frantically fluffed up the pillow resting beneath your neck, hoping you were at maximum comfort. And lastly, he gently took your hands to put them onto your chest — crossed over the place where your heart was.

"There... are you comfortable?" Malleus asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he knelt down beside you. He carefully covered your hands with his larger one, his thumb drawing circles onto the back of your right hand. He hoped that his gesture would draw a reaction from you, but it didn't. Sighing, he closed his eyes. "Still no response... Oh, what am I supposed to do to get you to awaken?"

Amidst his sulking, the door to his bedroom suddenly was thrown open by none other than the energetic bat who had raised him. Lilia's head peeked inside the dark room, a big grin on his face as he exclaimed, "Malleus! Do you want to play this new game— Oh, you have a visitor!" Lilia's eyes widened as his eyes landed on your sleeping silhouette, prompting him to stroll over to Malleus, so that he was looming over him from behind. The bat smiled as he peered down at you. "(Y/n), hello!"

"She's asleep..." Malleus croaked out, causing Lilia to quirk an eyebrow.

"Oh? How come?" Lilia asked, knowing that something was horribly off by the way your heart beat seemed quicker than it was supposed to be for sleeping humans — not as if the innocent bat knew, of course.

Malleus kept his eyes concentrated on your serene face, sometimes extending his hand to cast a spell that caused a little light to appear by the side of your face, so that he could at least use the situation to admire you a little bit more. Exhaling, he explained, "(Y/n) was looking at the spindles on my belt and uh... I'm not sure what happened, but she might have pricked her finger?" He quieted down afterwards, feeling his heart sink at the thought of him accidentally having cursed you. Shutting his eyes furiously, his head snapped to the curious bat. "What do I do now, Lilia?"

Humming in an exaggerated loud way, Lilia murmured, "Hm... I have a few spell books in my room—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Malleus already had jumped to his feet and was running out of the room. As his cape disappeared around the corner, he hurriedly exclaimed, "I'm off to look for them, then." Before he could get too far, he turned around once again to peek around the corner, his longing eyes fixated on your still sleeping form. "Please look after my dear while I'm gone, Lilia."

"Sure!" Lilia chirped, waving Malleus off. The latter quickly disappeared for real this time. Just as the sound of Malleus' heels clicking against the marble floor completely disappeared, signalling that he had distanced himself enough from his bedroom now, Lilia was able to witness you hastily prying one of your eyes open.

"Lilia, psst!" you hissed, as if in a hurry. "Lilia!"

Lilia hummed as he smiled down at you. "Oh hey, (Y/n)! What's up—" He interrupted himself once he realised that you shouldn't be awake and talking to him right now. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and he brought his hands to cover his mouth in an exaggerated way. He gasped dramatically, feigning surprise. "Wait! You're not asleep?"

"Of course not." Giggling, your eyes snapped back to the door. Quickly shutting your eyes once again, you requested, "Tell Malleus he needs to kiss me if he wants me to wake up again."

"Oho—" Lilia's lips grew into a big grin upon realising what your intentions were. All along, he knew you had been simply acting as if you were asleep, but your intentions had been unknown to him — right until now. Bending over your innocently angelic-looking face, he cooed, "You cheeky little human."

Right as Lilia had spoken those words, Malleus skidded back into the room in a regal fashion that seemed impossible for anyone but the fae prince himself. He quickly marched back to his guardian's side, a bucket full of a swishing liquid inside it floating by his side. "Lilia! I couldn't find the spell book you mentioned," he explained, distressed since you still hadn't awoken yet. "But I instead had another idea."

Lilia's eyes widened in realisation when Malleus ordered the floating bucket forward with an elegant flick of his wrist. The bat's hand immediately wrapped around his son's wrist to stop him from just dumping the ice-cold liquid all over you. "Wait, you can't just pour a bucket of ice water over her!" Lilia reprimanded as he forced Malleus to lower the bucket to the ground. "Malleus, what's gotten into you?!"

Malleus shot Lilia a sheepish smile, not doing a good job at hiding the desperation and worry occupying his green eyes. Putting a hand to his forehead, the dragon fae explained, "I'm sorry... I just miss her terribly." His eyes turned to your face, and his gaze softened. "I'm not thinking clearly..."

Lilia began giggling whilst he snapped his fingers. "Don't worry, I know what you need to do to wake her up."

"Oh? Tell! Tell," Malleus demanded, his tone and expression resembling that of a little child excited for presents.

Lilia began laughing at the way Malleus' eyes were shimmering with anticipation, and the way he frowned when his guardian wouldn't reveal the solution to him. Eventually feeling enough pity for the boy, Lilia took a deep breath before announcing, "Kiss her."

Malleus' eyes lit up in realisation before they quickly dimmed down in confusion. He opened his mouth, and yet no sound would come from his throat. So, he closed his mouth again, pondering for a while. Lilia giggled at the way your eyebrows furrowed subtly at the lack of Malleus' response. "Kiss her? Uh... that seems peculiar..." Malleus eventually managed to bring out, disappointing the other two remaining inhabitants of the room.

Sighing dramatically, Lilia began jumping up and down in playful anger. "Have you forgotten that peculiar tale where the prince kisses his princess to wake her up? It used to be your favourite one when you were just a little hatchling..." he yelled, calming down when he reached the end of his sentence. An eerie smile made its way to his lips as he stroked his chin. "Although you always preferred the version where the dragon succeeded—"

"But... I just can't kiss my dear friend!" Malleus interjected, frowning.

Lilia rolled his eyes whilst wagging his finger in front of Malleus' narrowed eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't want to do this before secretly?" he teased, giggling when Malleus was rendered speechless by such a simple question. Again, his jaw dropped in surprise, caught off-guard. Lilia only grew more smug when his suspicions were confirmed — no child of his could ever hide their little crushes from him. "That expression says it all. Now, stop fretting and just kiss her."

Malleus awkwardly scratched his head. "But... she can't consent?"

"Oh, Malleus..." Lilia slapped himself before playfully pushing Malleus towards your body on the bed. Whistling an innocent tone, he trailed off, "Just hypothetically speaking... (Y/n) would eagerly agree to kiss you if she were awake. I can assure you that."

Malleus grew suspicious, and was about to turn around to confront the bat. "How do you—" he began, but was interrupted by Lilia groaning in utter annoyance.

"Just kiss her or else I'll kiss her," Lilia teased, chuckling when he witnessed the corners of your lips tugging upward in amusement. Malleus, glaring at his guardian for that joke, didn't notice the little sign of consciousness you had just shown. Lilia shook his head, feigning disappointment. "And I'm sure she doesn't want that~"

"Fine, Lilia. You win," Malleus muttered begrudgingly before he knelt down by your side again, and brought his face closer to yours. Eventually, you could feel his breath fanning over your face, and you had to summon all your self-control to stay still in such a moment. When he finally planted his lips onto his, you felt sparks going off inside your stomach. Your lips developed a consciousness of their own, and immediately began kissing him back eagerly.

As if on command when he pulled away hesitantly, your eyes fluttered open to reveal that soft (E/c) colour that the fae had grown to love so much. "Malleus~?" you called out as you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes in feigned sleepiness. Malleus stayed frozen, simply watching your every move. Yawning, you turned to face him with a smile. "How long was I out? Mal—"

A surprised gasp escaped your lips when you were almost knocked back by a sudden force. Looking down, you found Malleus' arms tightly locked around your abdomen, and his head resting in your lap. "Oh, my little treasure, don't ever do that to me again..." he mumbled, exhaling in utter relief.

As Malleus was busy with comprehending his success, you shot Lilia a thankful wink. The bat returned your gesture with a big smile before strolling out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

Giggling, you patted Malleus' head as you suggested, "So, how about we go back to watching the gargoyles in—"

"Absolutely not..." he sniffled, tightening his arms around you — almost to the point where he was cutting off your air-flow. "Never leave me like that again..."

"Hey, Malleus?" You continued running your hand through his hair, albeit with a more worried frown on your face now. All out of a sudden, you felt guilty for having pulled off such a joke without realising how much of an impact it would have on the normally so stern dragon fae. Trying to pry his face away from you so that you could gaze into his eyes — which you eventually succeeded to do — you softly asked, "Are you alright?"

He gazed up into your eyes, and you finally caught wind of the hurt frown on his face. "The thought of losing you to endless slumber hurts me more than you could think..." He took a deep breath when his voice broke by the end. His left hand shot out to desperately cling onto your own, gripping it tightly as he requested in a stubborn voice, "Promise me not to leave me, (Y/n)."

"Oh, my poor dragon..." you murmured lovingly as you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I... I can't make any promises, but I'll try my best!"

"Good..." Malleus hummed, and pulled away from you. Just as you thought you were free, you were pulled into another hug — but this time, he wrapped his arms around your torso to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

A little squeak escaped your lips as you croaked out, "Can you please let—"

He stubbornly shook his head in utter defiance as he hissed, "No I will not let go of you for the remainder of the day— or week."

His words caused you to pale upon realising that he wasn't joking at all. Carefully patting his head, you began to laugh nervously. "Malleus, that's cute but— but you know that I just acted like I was asleep to get you to kiss me, right?" you mumbled, hoping he wouldn't kill you upon knowing the truth. Squeaking even more when he tightened his grasp around you, you began to whimper. "I'm sorry for—"

"You did what?!" he yelled, having lost all his usual calm. You winced at how he had shouted right next to your ear. His voice was full with anger and disbelief as he buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck. "I was here having an existential crisis and you—"

Not able to see him this angry anymore, you quickly shouted, "Malleus, I wanted a kiss from you since... I love you!"

"You... love me?" Malleus asked, his voice shaking with disbelief. The volume of his voice had died down significantly, his tone calm and nothing more than above a whisper now.

"Of course. Of course I do," you replied, smiling as you leant your head against the side of his. "How could I not love you? You're very dear to me..."

Malleus stayed quiet, unmoving at your sudden confession. That is why you were caught off-guard when he threw you onto the bed, and climbed in right next to you. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched as he nestled himself into the pillow next to you, a mischievous grin on his face. "I think I'm about to faint..." he mumbled with closed eyes as he felt your hand stroking his slightly wet cheeks. He kept his arm draped over your waist to prevent you from escaping. "And if I do, only a kiss can wake me up."

His words made you laugh, and you bent down, lips now barely apart. "Oh, you mischievous little fae, I see where this is going. Not only stealing my heart but also my own tricks? Sneaky."

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localvoidcat · 2 years ago

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FMR plot poorly explained

So you’ve got these two guys: Andre and Josh. They live in this weird little town called Amber Falls that actually isn’t weird considering that witches and werewolves and vampires and stuff exist in their universe and everyone knows about it but Amber Falls is still definitely weird

Anyways andre’s just having the time of his life, even if his dad is kind of forcing him to be a were beast hunter like the rest of the people on his dad’s side of the family, but shit goes down the drain when andre just turns into a werewolf one night and salvador (his dad) tries to kill him. he manages to injure him but not kill him though, and andre wakes up the next morning with a vague recollection of what happened. He goes to josh who is like hell yeah dude I’ll help you totally not because im in love with you or something yeah totally not dude hey you wanna kiss as they’re escaping the town, josh gets shot and killed by salvador. Andre attacks salvador, josh dies in his arms, angsty shit or whatever. Andre escapes the town.

But of course josh couldn’t just die then. Apparently fucked up magic + a pendant with a link to spirit magic sent him right to the void dimension (which is kind of where the gods reside? It’s this dark place where your soul just floats) but oh no he is. Still awake in this dimension and he is not supposed to be here. the god of death (mortem is their name) sees him and is like what the fuck dude get out so she brings him back to life by. Kicking him out of what is essentially heaven.

So josh wakes up in the hospital, he’s now got these weird connections to the afterlife and stuff. His soul isn’t really fully attached to his body anymore/it’s partly trapped in the afterlife which means that one, he can see ghosts now. It is driving him insane and two, he can temporarily become one by. And this is so funny to me because he literally just falls over but he can eject his soul fully from his body and walk around as a little spirit dude. Despite how cool this is he still spent time in the void dimension, where even a few seconds can feel like hundreds of years, so he’s a little fucked up over that. Also the fact that he died. Also the fact that the guy who killed him is telling everyone in the town that Andre died, which josh knows isn’t true but he can’t really say anything without also exposing andre so he. Isn’t able to just yet meanwhile with andre he’s started participating in these werebeast fights to earn money, and holy shit dude get out of there you are getting the shit beat out of you physically and mentally. a couple months/a year after joining though, he finally leaves and joins what I call the werewolf gang. It’s not even a gang it’s just a group of friends that all happen to be fruity werewolves which is great because he’s also a fruity werewolf. Anyways laurel, one of the people in said group (there’s only like four people bro) kind of acts like an older brother to andre and helps him control his lycanthropy which is awesome because gods know he needs that cut back to amber falls where josh is uh. Actually he isn’t doing much aside from being tortured by the restless spirits of the undead. He’s fine totally fine nothing wrong there oh my god im forgetting my own plot. Uh there’s a weird gray space for a while where andre is just. hanging out with his friends/found family and also learning about the rest of the supernatural world which is good for ghim. I mean he’s also having to deal with the embodiment of his curse that likes to torment him over josh’s death but that’s totally fine it’s not messing with him at all

Also andre’s been searching for a way to break his curse because. As cool as it is turning into a giant wolf monster for three nights a month it’s also awful and he’s being actively hunted for it. People are out there trying to sell his pelt so. Yeah he needs to get rid of this curse now. so he’s searching for that with no luck, which is why he’s getting way too involved with magical stuff. okay so a lot of time has passed obviously. It’s been like seven or eight years since the incident, so they’re 21/22 by now. we finally come back to josh, who has been trying to hunt down the source of andre’s curse all these years, not knowing that hey andre’s doing that too. Of course josh is more successful in his attempts because he’s kind of using some of the hunters in Salvador’s association to get information. And by using them I absolutely mean that he’s dating one of them. Gaslight gatekeep boyboss he also kind of. Summons the spirit of andre’s ancestor, trying to find out the truth straight from the source. The ancestor is named victor for future reference, and victor agrees to help him uncover the truth. which is of course located in Salvador’s office at his headquarters, and of course there’s an event going on there to celebrate a century of service to the town or something. Josh gets into the event using his hunter date, manages to break into Salvador’s office, and would you look at that there’s handwritten journals by torres family members (torres is the family name. i am all over the place) describing ways in which they’ve tried to break the curse and the things to lead up to them getting it. Apparently a hundred years ago victor was killing were beasts to the point where they weren’t safe in the town anymore, some witch got mad at him and cursed him to turn into a werewolf, and now every other torres family member turns into a werewolf if the previous curse holder has passed on. Andre got his curse because his grandfather died just before he turned, which explains why it was so sudden or. something

Josh is trying to collect these things and oh what do you know Salvador’s here. He kills josh for the second time, leaving his corpse on the floor of his office, and starts burning the evidence of a curse. Salvador, for context, is desperate to uphold his family name, to the point where he would and has killed to do so.

Of course he doesn’t really realize that josh can come back to life, so once the bitch does, josh immediately attacks salvador. Also remember Salvador burning the evidence? Yeah the place is on fire now because of their fight. They’re beating the shit out of each other as the place crumbles, everyone leaving the building except for the both of them. there was a way for josh and salvador to escape, but josh had that “if im dying you’re coming down with me” mentality and ended up letting the both of them die to smoke inhalation.

Josh wakes up after another totally not traumatizing trip to the void dimension, realizes that the flames are being handled, and also realizes oh shit he killed a man he needs to get out of this town now. he escapes the town (oh hey didn’t this happen eight years ago), and has to start a new life as a completely different person.

Also I forgot to talk about josh’s family, but this portion of the story focuses a little on how they’re affected by his “death”. They don’t know that he’s alive and the person affected most by this is his twin sister Julie, who is obviously going through stuff because. She watched her brother go through horrible depression for years, constantly have trouble from other people in the town after his coming out (for context. Josh is also a trans guy and amber falls is. Not a very good town to be trans in), and now everyone thinks that he committed a murder-suicide. So she’s pretty distraught over that. Julie I am so sorry I care about you very much now on the other side of things, we get a good moment about two years after josh’s death, when andre and josh finally reunite thanks to the fact that josh decided to search for him, just to see if he could set things right. they’re talking again, they’re discussing everything that’s happened and oh they’re in love now. I mean it only took them ten years to get over the mutual pining. I care very much about these two.

A while later like. A year or two, they decide to go back to amber falls one last time just to come clean to their families (also because they’d like to have people they know at their wedding. They’ve both been under the radar and would like to speak to people again). So they do and. well isa (andre’s mom) is so happy to see her son again. she doesn’t even care that he turns into a murderous creature every now and then she’s just so happy to have him back. also she finally realizes that Salvador was a shitty husband which is great because it took her too long to figure that out. Also she’s fine with the two of them being together (she’s a little concerned that his partner is the main suspect behind what was possibly the biggest crime to occur in amber falls but. Whatever makes her son happy ig)

On josh’s side though…yikes. Obviously his family is more than overjoyed that he’s okay, but julie is not too happy about the fact that he just left without telling them anything. It’s understandable because she spent two years of her life grieving, and just as she gets over it he shows up again. So things are tense between the two of them but overall it’s still good because he’s alive and they’re all safe.

From here there’s less major events and things calm down. Everything I write from this point on is usually just the two of them being together, or whatever I feel like in the moment

Also. There are two endings to this story. One of which being that they get to have a happy life together and the other being that. They both die tragically, but together. The second one I have cried over multiple times.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed my dumbass little story I love these freaks so much

Forgot to mention there’s a part just before Josh’s second + third deaths where andre gets cursed by the descendant of the witch that cursed victor, and the curse ends up getting him trapped in a wolf form for like. Five months until the werewolf gang helps turn him back (he still has the curse, but wears an amulet that stops him from transforming or whatever)

ALSO another part I forgot to mention is that josh has a fourth death between the events of his third death and the reunion, in which he takes his life in an attempt to sever his connection with the gods. it fails somewhat, but it's his way of getting back I suppose. so yeah

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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To Forget.

Summary: Buck has a nightmare and just wants to forget about it, of course with the help of his girlfriend.

Warning/content: (18+), suggestive content ahead. Biting, slight degration, rough sex, mentions of PTSD but Bucky is a soft little angel towards the end. P in V, oral (female receiving)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I don't ever write smut, so this kinda sucks but also took me 2 weeks to write 😡

He's curled on the floor, chest heaving as he takes a deep gulp. Eyes ablaze but wide with sadness, fear of the demons who drown him every night he closes his eyes.

The smallest step has his head snapping in your direction, hand reaching out as if he was looking for something to protect himself with but with a few clicks and gears turning the vibranium hand unclenches a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

"Hi baby." His heart is still pounding, mind still racing as he remembers the reason he's in this predicament. Faces of those he's wrong, guilty he's the reason families mourn and children go without father's. Bucky opens his arms, wanting you close, wants the feeling of anxiety and guilt to go away.

Without hesitation you sink down next to him, finding a home between his arms, chest warm and comforting.

"It's alright Buck, I'm here." Lifting your head to face him, petting his hair as you press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are sad, glossy with unshed tears, chest irratic against your own. "I'm here."

A hand against his chest reminds him to breath, taking deep breaths out his nose to ease the burning chest. "You have to start waking me up when you move off the bed, don't like you sleeping out here by yourself."

"You look so peaceful, it would be a crime too."

A warm, soft hand glides up the bare skin of your inner thigh, skillful and unforgiving as it pushes deeper and deeper underneath the hem of the shirt. Bucky's eyes flicker to your own, sad and wild but also, filled with an aching hunger felt deep inside the pit of his stomach. The blues mixed with a sense of panic but layered with cloudy lust. "Wanna forget sweetheart."

The words mean nothing as a finger presses against the bundle of nerves covered by your panties, which momentarily surprises and makes your jump, warm lips press against the junction of where your neck and collar bone joint. "Help me forget?"

It's hard denying such a request especially feeling the cushioning of his bottom lip follow the line of your collar bone with wet, sloppy kisses. He's sucking at the skin, nibbling and paining it purple in his wake, fingers now running over the hem of the black, lace panties. His other hand reaches over, vibranium knotting into your hair, cupping the back of your head to angle your face towards his, it's not soft - rough and meaningful but just enough to make your heart pound and between your legs wet.

Longing eyes as he bites his swollen lips, staring at each other for an eternity - or that's what it feels like. The tension is high, his hardness heavy on your inner thigh as he moves closer, coolness of dog tags felt through the thin shirt, the contact hardening your nipples. Eyes dark are feral and when you dare look away - down at where he throbs against you, he harshly yanks at your hair. "Eyes on me, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten my answer yet."

"Yes, yes, yes." That's all he needs as a tongue wets the skin of your neck, a smooth trail of saliva making your neck his. Flesh hand reaches between, squeezing your tit softly, rubbing it through the shirt and feeling it harden.

Clearly frustrated, his fingers pull at the hem of the shirt with a growl, soon enough it's up and over thrown across the room with little regard. Hands squeeze every round piece of flesh, gentle but meaningful as lips bruise your skin.

His chest flushes against your own, now with heavy breaths for an entirely different reason. Frustrated hands find the barrier between his hand and your aching arousal, face mirroring the irritation because of it as two hands push into hem before shredding them with little regards.

You barely have time to gasp as his fingers fill you, smooth kisses presses against the line of your stomach as fingers slide out before curling up into the spot that makes you cry.

He's relentless, at first it's too much, trying to move up the bed from the source but he holds you still, grounds you underneath him until you're soaking his hand, whining out for him.

"More, more, please." At this point you don't know what you're begging for, something snaps inside you. Warm and filled with a tingle that numbs both legs but between his fingers which move in and out at an unforgiving pace you can't feel a thing.

It's impossible to form words as he hits a spot so deep you cry out.

"Look at you.." He teases but hard eyes are anything but playful, they're cruel and condescending and never leave your own. The way he talks is so filthy, degrading but love every word that falls from his mouth. "All dumb, can't even speak. Am I making you dumb, sweet girl?"

The words get stuck in your throat again, the feeling on his finger hit deeper and deeper as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Eyes feel heavy, half way closing as walls flutter around his scissoring digits. "Gonna come for me, honey?"

"Mmmm!" Is all you can manage as a pair of teeth sink into your inner thigh, it doesn't break the skin but will leave a mark that will last days.

"Yes you are, look at you. I want it, give it to me." A tongue runs out to roll over the burning skin, soothing it with wet saliva and a few kisses as his fingers milk you through. "There it is, you're gorgeous, baby."

It happens so fast, white, hot pleasure that temporarily blinds you. A dark bliss with shaky thighs, they only thing that pulls you back is the feeling of lips against your inner thighs and clicking of plates and shifting of gears as cool vibranium pets your hair, skimming over your hair line. "You with me, bunny?"

A weak nod but that's all he needs before a long stride of his tongue catches a taste of your cum, squealing at the surprise and sensativity of post orgasm. "Bu- Buck -."

You can't form words once again and he can care less. He's ruthless, nibbling at the over-sensative bundle of nerves, licking and moaning with the slightest shift of his own hips

Hands fall to feel the smooth hair, stands a little longer on top fill into the gasps of your fingers, pulling harder- harder then you usually would but Bucky doesn't seem to mind.

"Buck - ugh!" The sounds are filthy, wet and sloppy as one particularly hard pull of hair muffles a moan that vibrates your whole lower half, legs start to shake as thighs tighten and cup his ears.

He's putting his all and everything into you, drunk on the feeling and taste as everything else in his broken mind disappears - he's tense, angry but only filled with thoughts of you, you, you.

For the second time within only minutes of each other you cum, Bucky doesn't dare move, taste every single drop he could manage before pulling away. Arousal smeared across his face as he sits on his knees between open legs using the back of his hand to wipe whatever he could manage.

The loud announcers of the soccer match on the television is the only sound next to the heavy breathing, breasts moving with every breath and Bucky can't look away. Metal fingers cool your nipple, squeezing and pinching as you let out a gasp and cower from the touch. The hand fingers your chin, clicking as it curls against the chin and pulling eyes to his open.

He doesn't bother with words, instead closes the gap between both of you. Taste of yourself tangy on lips, a strong tongue parting lips as the shift of hips has his cock kissing your opening. He tests the waters, pushing forward for the bulbous head runs up and down and up again to touch the bundle of nerves that makes you moan under his mercy.

Tears of frustration prickle eyes but his tongue continues to messily run over every part of your mouth - the roof, the tongue, sucking lips purple and swollen - he can't get enough. It's torturous but soft, lips are kind and caring and considerating on the distraction for the moment.

"You're so beautiful, how'd I get so lucky?." He sounds drunk whispering against your lips, slurring and slow as flesh fingers knot the back of your hair to bring you deeper into his lips. "Can't get enough of you."

"Buck, need you." Wether he hears the words or completely ignores them, his tongue rolls over your own, sharp teeth catching the fat of your lip as his hips tut into yours. He's throbbing against your inner thigh, pre-cum mixed with your own arousal soaking the skin.

The small hand goes unnoticed as it slips down his hard stomach, following the trail of hair that leads to him. His lips are too busy, messy and wet as they move against your own. A hand wraps around his hardness, momentarily separating where you two meet, a small gasp parting lips.

His eyes flutter close as you pump him, pressing soft, gentle kisses against his shoulder. The skin is hot, and still tastes salty from his dream but the whisper of your name under his breath has you reaching forward, fingers at the base of his neck to bring him to your own lips.

You take this time to squeeze and he groans, unaware of your true intensions to push him off, hands against his chest to apply a force that's enough to knock him into his back.

Pretty blue eyes with soft alabaster skin, which flushes compared to the disholved light pink blanket that's fabric tightens under his body weight but never leaves your face, well maybe a second to watch you straddle his thighs, rub your aching pussy against this heavy length.

He doesn't fight as you lift yourself up, rubbing the throbbing head against your folds before slipping into the warm, wet hole with a hiss.

"Jesus, sweetheart." He groans, every inch sending a shock of pleasure up his spine but also stretching you so good it's intoxicating. Drunk on him, the way blue eyes beg you for more, bites his lip and smirks seeing just how ruined you already look.

Finally he's snug, not an inch left to move but you're so warm he doesn't know if he wants to, so you decide to for him. Pressing a hand against his chest for support, giving him an experimental roll that receives a deep breath, "That's it."

"Look good like this." Cool metal squeezes your left breast with his admittance as your hips finally find their rhythm.

Bucky flesh hand follow the lines of your stomach, over the roundness of your breast grab ahold of the posterior aspect of your deltoid, the other cool one is digging dents into the skin of your hip as another skillful roll of your hips has his head rolling back onto the ground.

His mouth hangs open, soft praises filling the air.

You're so good to me.

That's it honey, feel so good.

Eyes squeezed shut as small, sloppy kisses are felt against his neck. A set of teeth digging into the skin and something snaps. A snarl with teeth, fangs on full display as he uses his hand placement as an advantage to turn the pair of you. He pulls out with a hiss, angry and red but the hand against your back guides you to lay on your stomach. With a gentle but meaningful push pressing your cheek to the floor and keeps it there, his other hand curling around your hips to pull them towards him.

Without a word he splits you open again, easing himself until you're a withering mess, under the mercy of his hand which keeps your head grounded, the surface of the floor cool on contrast with the skin of your cheek. He doesn't waste any time, pulling out before trusting so deep you feel him in your stomach.

It doesn't stop, over and over again. Every ounce of frustration is felt as he sheths every inch of himself inside you. Brutal, almost painful but clouds your mind, barely can speak as his hips snap against your own.

He's taking it out on you, so lost in his pleasure he's temperily blind from why this even started in the first place, all he can concentrate on his how good and right you feel, the sound of your arousal every time he trusts into you, the way his name falls from your lips.

A small ache starts to form from the repeated force on your ischial but it's burns so good as he continues to split you open.

"Fuck..." He moans, "So good, sweetheart."

His hips are faultering and slowly loosing rhythm as he hears his end, the vibranium fingers squeeze your ass before pulling away and coming down to hard you see black and feel the rush of blood to that area makes you dizzy.

It's a sharp, searing heat that fills your stomach. Under his mercy as he claims you his, teeth scrape but his lips follow behind to soothe. A hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you towards him but his hips never stop, he's filling you with a brutal pace as your back makes contact with his swollen chest.

The hand wraps around the front now, squeezing the tender area of your neck and you're a mess, feeling his other hand press down on the bundle of nerves that makes you squeal, begging for more.

Arousal coats your legs, thank God he's holding you up because they're shaking, unsteady as he bottoms out inside you again. The bulbous head stretching you to no return, he changed the angle by flexing an knee for more force and you're done for.

Teeth nipping your ear, down the sensative skin of your neck that's already covered with all his love bites, soothing them with the warm surface of his tongue. Heavy breathing in your ear all you could hear as all your other sense dull out, falling limp in his arms.

It's numbing the way the orgasm hits you, blinding and all you can feel is a red hot release that bubbles your chest, makes you cry out for him. All you can hear is a moan in your ear, the "Good girl," as Bucky nears his end.

Almost seconds later, hips still against your ass, pressing harshly as white spurts coat your walls and follow with a small kiss against your shoulder.

He's breathing heavy, slowly lowering both of you on the floor but doesn't dare pull out, instead pulls you close to his chest, sensative and twitching.

He's breathless, but looking over your shoulder to see the closed mouth smile with an appearance of a dimple. "Thank you, baby doll. Feel better already."

His tongue clicks at the imprint of his hand on your cheek, red and on fire but due to the post organism haze you barely felt it. The outline of his fingers starting to rise off the skin, it would be there for a while. "I'm sorry." An apologetic kiss touches your arm, follows a trail up and to your back, soft breath fans your neck, "I was too rough, took it out on you."

Sleepily shaking your head with a goofy grin, "Was good, like it."

A hand cups your head, lifting it front the hard floor to place a pillow there and gently placing it there. The other rubs soothing circular motions over your ass check, with a small frown.

"Bucky, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Don't like hurting you, was too rough." He argues, guilt creeping at his shoulders, weighing then down aa avoids eye contact.

"I liked it." Despite your sore extremities you turn to face him, one hand comes up to cup his cheek, rub the high globes of his face and vibranium soon follows to cover yours. "You were not too rough, in fact, wanna give me a matching one on the other side?"

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thewayshedreamed · 3 years ago

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Congrats on the milestone!!! I was wondering if you could write a combination of the prompts 2 (“c’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”) and 21 ( “i’m bored. come over and sit on my dick.”) from the smutty prompts for Nessian. Thank you and congrats again <3

Thank you for the prompt and the love, nonnie! I'm not going to lie, I shamelessly abandoned my word count limit for this one. I have no excuse other than I got carried away.

Hope you enjoy! This one's for you, lovely! (and everyone who enjoys a bit of Nessian smut. Except those of you in the gc. Y'all know who you are and why).

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Nesta hated when Cassian's work ran late, especially when she hadn't seen him in days. She was temporarily placated by their active text exchange that afternoon, complete with work grumblings, friend gossip, and inside jokes. Cassian was her best friend and boyfriend all rolled into one deliciously built package.

His millionth text of the day interrupted her thoughts.

I'm bored.

I'm sorry, she replied. Me too. And I miss you.

Cassian: Miss you too, Sweetheart.

Nesta considered that. He must not have gathered her true meaning given the tone of his reply, but she supposed it was difficult to convey via text. What she meant was that she missed his callouses scraping over her skin, the heat of his kisses against her neck, his weight cradled between her thighs. They were several days overdue.

She typed a quick response to drive her point home. No, babe. I miss you, miss you.

The ellipsis pulsed, disappeared, and pulsed again. Nesta bit her lip to contain her smile. It seemed her boyfriend was on the same page.

Oh? he sent back. Then, almost immediately after, Come over and sit on my dick.

Nesta barked a laugh. Cassian wasn't shy in any capacity, especially in matters of sex, but his text was blunt even by his standards. She would be lying if she claimed it didn't make her core clench in anticipation.

I can't believe that worked, she admitted. Give me 20 minutes.

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Cassian's door was unlocked when she arrived. Nesta was usually grateful that he worked from home considering the flexibility it offered, but she didn't particularly love how it interfered with her plans for the evening. He was seated at the dining table with his laptop in front of him, sitting on what sounded like a conference call and finishing up whatever data entry he needed to finish.

None of it was conducive to their arrangement.

He mouthed "sorry" over the screen of his computer, shooting her a wink for good measure. Nesta had already considered a number of possibilities on her way over, and the small gesture alone had her skin erupting in goose flesh. She tugged at the hem of her skirt and struggled to get situated on the couch nearby. Comfort seemed a distant goal when every movement she made riled her more.

A true test of her self-control came at hearing Cassian sign off of his call for the day, especially when every muscle in her body was poised to spring off the couch on a moment's notice. Rather than orient directly to her, his focus remained on the screen of his computer. His brows were furrowed in concentration, negating any possibility that he meant to antagonize her.

"You know," she challenged, "I didn't come over here to watch you work the whole time."

He glanced at her through his side eye, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah? What did you come over for, Sweetheart?"

Nesta's cheeks burned, but she squared her shoulders. "You'll have to refer back to our texts. It's not my job to remember your promises."

Cassian huffed a laugh and groaned as he leaned back in his chair. With his fingers laced, he reached his hands toward the ceiling in a long stretch. Nesta could see the impressive length tightening his pants, and her mouth went dry. At least she wasn't the only one affected.

He caught her in admiration and shot her a lazy smile. Her eyes trailed the handsome edges of his face, his broad chest.

"C'mere," he rasped. "You can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

His hand reached down to adjust himself, and he hissed against the contact. Nesta felt less self-conscious about her growing need to cross her legs to relieve some of the tension. Her voice was low, sultry.

"I didn't come over to sit on your lap either, Cassian."

His gaze darkened, his hand sliding beneath the waistband of his pants. "Then get over here and do as I told you."

A shiver ran down her spine. She sat transfixed by the movement of his hand and how he finally freed himself from his pants. Every part of her burned to touch him. The command in his voice had been her undoing; all good sense, gone. Her legs shook through her journey to close the space between them, but he didn't seem to notice.

Cassian groaned his approval as she straddled his lap, his large hand moving in a long stroke up and down his length. Nesta's position allowed him full access beneath her skirt, and he cursed under his breath when he realized she wore nothing underneath. Their lips crashed together, Nesta's hands poised against his shoulders. Cassian wrapped his arm around her waist to lift her over his cock and allowed gravity alone to ease her down until her hips sat flush against his.

Nesta moaned, desperate for friction. Her hips canted automatically until Cassian's rough voice and strong hands stopped her in her tracks.

He tutted his disapproval. "I never said you could move, Sweetheart. I still have work to finish."

"Cass," she whined, unashamed of her arousal. "Please."

"I'll take care of you, I promise." He pressed a kiss behind her ear, reaching behind her to resume his work. "For now, keep things warm for me, baby."

Nesta whimpered and gripped his shoulders. How could he ask that of her? Another couple of minutes, and her hips would be rolling whether she offered them permission or not. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the sound of the keys working behind her.

But then she was thinking about his deft fingers, how they wrought pleasure from her in immeasurable ways. How his hands always knew where she needed firm pressure of a delicate, teasing touch to—

"Nesta," Cassian warned, his voice hoarse. "What did I tell you about moving?"

He nipped her ear in warning. She forced her hips to settle, silently cursing them for their betrayal. The last thing she needed was Cassian holding out on her any longer.

"Sorry," she gritted out, "I'm— I don't know." Her mind was all over the place, reduced to some primitive by the need between her legs.

He made no moves to remove her from his cock, and she breathed a sigh of relief. His fingers resumed their work, but they would no longer serve to distract her in the process. She needed to think of something less promising, but she came up empty any time she tried.

Cassian added insult to injury, running his nose up and down the length of her neck. Nesta opened up for him, careful not to move her lower body in the process for fear that he would pull away. His lips left a path of soft kisses where his nose had left fire in its wake, and Nesta was a single kiss away from snapping altogether.

"Fuck," he rasped. Her hold tightened on him at the sound of his voice. There wasn't a thing about the man that didn't affect her. "Nesta, you're—" He paused to gather his wits, buried his forehead against her neck. "You're dripping."

To her horror, she realized he was right. Her arousal coated her inner thighs and the skin just above where their bodies came together. She was making an all out mess in her boyfriend's lap, and he had yet to move.

Nesta moaned, tilting her head back to encourage his affections against her neck. "Please hurry," she breathed. "I've done what you asked. Please."

Cassian growled against her skin. How he always reduced her to a begging, pleading mess was beyond her. There wasn't another aspect of her life where she resorted to it, but for him, she would do it shamelessly.

He placed another path of kisses, rougher this time, down the side of her neck and over her collarbones. When he refocused his attention on his work, Nesta let her forehead hit his broad shoulder. Her fingers were white-knuckled against him as she fought her most base urges.

Blessedly, she heard some clicking of the trackpad behind her. In another number of seconds, Cassian stood to lay her roughly atop the table. His hands explored her body, gripping her possessively in all the right places until she was a writhing mess, his order be damned.

"So eager." He moved to grip her wrists in his hand, pinning them over her head. The other gripped her thigh at his side. "Go on, then. Fuck me, Nesta."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her hips rolled against him, taking him deeper than before. Her feet pressed into the strong muscles of his ass in encouragement, but he remained still while he watched their bodies come together. Nesta couldn't think beyond his name rolling from her lips and how badly she needed more, more, more. Before she could say as much, Cassian's restraint snapped.

He widened his stance, spreading her legs farther apart and changing their angle. His hand left her thigh in favor of pressing a supportive arch to the small of her back, his hips snapping roughly into hers.

They dissolved into a symphony of muttered curses and groans. Nesta cried out her pleasure when her release barreled through her, earning a string of praise from Cassian.

"That's it. You're so tight around my cock, Sweetheart," he murmured, his breath leaving him in huffs with each punishing thrust. His eyes snapped up to hers, and she fought to keep her heavy lids open for him. His brow was drawn together in pleasure, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Fighting his release was wearing on him, and Nesta could tell he wouldn't be far behind her.

"Gods," he ground out. "You were so good for me, baby. You know that?"

His thrusts came faster, and Nesta cried out. Another world-shattering orgasm was close, so close, when she hadn't thought it possible so soon. Cassian noticed when her pleasure ratcheted up once more, and a look of determination crossed his handsome face. He slid his hand from her back, and pressed it to her lower abdomen, using his thumb to draw broad circles around her clit.

Her hands fought against his grip, but to no avail. She wanted to touch him, to drag her hands all over his body and run them through his hair. More than that, she thought she would need to secure her body against his to ride out another wave of pleasure like the one before.

"Pleasedon'tstop," she muttered, her eyes screwed shut.

"I won't," he promised, his hips pressing into hers and making her dizzy. "Not until that pretty pussy comes for me again."

It took only seconds for Cassian to get his wish. Nesta's cries echoed off the walls of his small apartment, her body shaking through the aftershocks of her release. His hips slammed home when he met his own, his large frame leaning over her body as he spilled inside her.

Once he released her hands, Nesta moved them to his shoulders to draw idle patterns over his skin. Cassian lifted his head to press a kiss to her mouth before separating them and standing to right their clothes. They surveyed the area, how his work was scattered about and his cup of water lay spilled over the floor nearby, and broke out into laughter.

"What am I going to do with you?" he teased, pulling her against his chest in a hug.

Nesta hummed, her first thought sliding past her lips. "Love me."

Cassian placed a kiss to her hair. "Yeah," he murmured. "I will."

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wreckmetoji · 3 years ago

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Is it true?

A fic in which your dangerous, rich fiance is always absent, so you take comfort in your good friend’s company

↳ Geto Suguru/Reader

content warning. drug use, adultery, unprotected sex, cheating, neglect, gun use, implied death, afab reader, smut, fluff, slight angst

**Minors DNI**

3k words

It takes a special kind of idiot to not see whats in front of his eyes, especially if that something radiates a gleaming light, an unparalleled brightness. Taking something for granted is one of man's greatest sin, this, Suguru is sure of. He watches from your side every time your fiancé leaves, kissing your cheeks and promising I won't be long, it's just a week. Normally, this wouldn't be something worthy of calling a sin, but it was the non-stop business trips that resulted in neglect towards you, the shining, beautiful star he had in his hands, all to himself. The thought made him sick. Still, there was nothing he could do about it. As much as he did neglect you, going off to wherever his next destination was, Satoru kept a watchful eye on you. It was selfish– disgusting, he'd argue, keeping your brilliance hidden away from all other eyes, all while not even taking the time to enjoy it himself. Suguru is lucky enough, however, to be considered a close and irreplaceable friend to both you and the guilty man in question. The three of you had an unimaginable, unbreakable bond many never got to experience in their lifetime. Well, one could consider it luck, or damning, depending on how you look at it. As Suguru laid on the floor with you, heads side by side but laying in different directions, he decided in this moment it was the former. You had taken up the bad habit of numbing the lonely hole in your heart with anything you could get your hands on. Drugs, drinking, smoking. Nothing ever worked for a long period of time, bouncing from one thing to another every month. Suguru was guilty of this particular high, only gently suggesting why don't we take mushrooms? Together. I'm sure it will be fun. The music playing from your very expensive television speakers wound in and out of both of your consciousness, fading out when you would peak, then back in when you came back down. Satoru seemed to think, for some reason, the expensive things he bought you would make up for his missing presence. Ridiculous, a sin in itself. "Sugu," You muttered, unsure of just how loud you were speaking. Even if he hadn't heard you, his watchful eyes had been trained on your face this entire time, watching you blink numbly at the ceiling. He smiled, responding with an inquisitive hum, sucking in a silent breath as he watched your lips part, then close, then part again, seemingly unsure of what you were going to say. "The feeling, it– it keeps going away, then coming back. It's like... like waves. Is that normal?" Your voice was raspy, mouth dry and brows furrowed in slight worry. Suguru simply smiled, a hand coming up to gently pet your hair. "It's normal, you're fine." He crooned, exhaling slowly as you closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. "I'm here, don't worry." Such a beautiful light, a radiant star in this dark, disgusting world. The smack of your lips could be heard over the music, only slightly. Suguru chuckled, sitting up and getting his bearings before standing. "Let's get you some water, little lamb." A name he didn't dare call you around Satoru. You never seemed to say anything, though. He offered his hand out, and you graciously clasped both of yours around it, having him pull you up with ease. If you thought he didn't notice the way you clung so close to him, gazing up at his fox-like features for just a bit too long, you were wrong. He padded over to the kitchen, your hands never leaving his, using him as an anchor through your unfamiliar high. He inwardly praised himself in self-satisfaction, knowing something like this would probably go so much differently had you'd been alone. Only temporarily removing his hand from yours, he reached for a glass, side-eyeing you when you settled on leaning into his arm, cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his worn, oversized black shirt. He tapped the glass against the water dispenser on the fridge, and once it filled, handed it to you. Watching you so graciously guzzle down the ice cold liquid, Suguru took notice of the water trickling down the sides of your mouth, curving to the shape of your lip, dribbling down your jaw, and gathering at your chin only to drip on the floor. He paid special attention to the way your tongue passed over your lips when you placed the glass down on the counter. Nimble fingers reached up, index finger hooking under your chin in a seemingly innocent way, wiping the water from the corners of your mouth with his thumb. The wide eyed stare you gave him from such a simple touch made him clench his jaw. How long had it been since Satoru touched you, loved you like you deserved? The silence that hung in the air, save the loud music playing from your living room, felt like hours, just staring. There was an unspoken need, both waiting for the word, any word, to confirm said need. You were the first to speak. "I think I need to sit down." That hadn't quite been what he was searching for, but Suguru smiled nonetheless, walking with you to the living room to sit back down on the floor in front of the couch. He did notice, however, that through your interaction you had at some point grabbed onto his hand again, still holding onto it tightly. He laced his fingers between yours, tilting his head to the side and peering down at you. Just from one look, he could tell that you were definitely worse off than him, but still not high enough to not have your own mind about what you were doing. His gentle, smooth voice calling your name got you to tilt your head up from his shoulder, faces inches from each other. "Why are you so devoted to Satoru?" It was a question he'd asked many times before, your answer the same every time. He noticed that the more he asked, the more your answers became questions themselves. "I... he loves me. He takes care of me, he makes sure I always have what I need." An answer he's heard a million times. "Ah, but he doesn't give you everything you need. He's never around to give you what you need the most." You fell silent, never breaking eye contact. He knew that deep down, you knew it to be true as well. "I love you." "I know you do, Sugu." "I could take care of you and give you what you need." Time and time again he'd said he loves you, and meant it, but you never seemed to grasp the idea of how deep his love went for you. Much more more platonic, it surpassed that long ago. When you didn't answer, his hand came up and cupped the side of your face. You didn't pull away. "Let me take care of you," Suguru whispered against your lips. He kissed you gently at first, testing the waters. It didn't take you long to return the favor, moving your lips against his. The action made him smile, pushing against you with a bit more fervor. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, not caring if there were consequences. As you parted from him, only centimeters away, he scanned your face, the textures and ridges emanating a halo of yellow and white light. It must be the mushrooms. "He's probably watching," You muttered. Suguru only shook his head, pressing his lips onto yours again, whispering a quiet let him watch. He was well aware Satoru had cameras set up all around your house, after all he was one of the richest and most infamous men in the city and you were his property. He could trust no one completely with your safety, not even Suguru. There was a sense of urgency to how he grabbed, touched, and squeezed every part of you he could reach, settling his hands in the dip of your waist after you clambered onto his lap. Your hands moved up his chest, neck, the sides of his face, settling in his loosely tied up hair, while his own hands greedily gripped your back, pushing your chest into his. How hard he was kissing you, the endlessly wandering hands, the way your tongues danced and licked and pushed against each other, was making him dizzy. Or, more likely, it was his high starting to peak again. Suguru whispered your name against your lips, kisses moving down to your exposed neck, sighing against your skin when you stretched out to give him easier access. How many times over the years he saw the marks and hickeys Satoru left all over your perfect skin, he lost count. The satisfaction Suguru felt as he tongued your pulse point just under your jaw, not so gently sucking on it, was unparalleled. The airy moan dripping like honey from your mouth only added to his fire. His hands moved under your shirt, not missing a single stretch of skin as he stroked up your abdomen, palming at the flimsy lace fabric of your bralette. He could already feel your nipples hardening under it. Hands gripping your ribcage, using his thumbs to brush over your nipples, his own chest heaved in time with yours. He tore himself from your neck, grinning unabashedly at the bright red, blue, and purple marks left in his wake. He savored the way your jaw fell slack at his ministrations, now taking your nipples between his thumbs and index finger. "You're so beautiful, little lamb... so perfect." Involuntarily, his head flew back to rest against the cushion of your couch when you rocked yourself back and forth on his clothed cock, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. He'd waited so long to have you. When you repeated the action, his hands flew down to curve of your hips, gripping them tightly and forcing you down harder, faster. The feeling of your small fingers running up the back of his neck pulled him from his trance, opening his eyes just long enough to watch you dive in for another kiss. This one was messier, less calculated, and so desperate. He exhaled through his nose, leaving no room to breathe in anything but you, only you, his sole salvation, his shining beacon. "Suguru, I need you– I need to feel you." You breathlessly whined, gripping the hem of his shirt. You didn't have to ask him twice. In one, swift motion, he'd stripped himself of his shirt. In the split second his vision was blocked, you'd began taking your shirt and bralette off as well. Everything about you was magnificent, there was nothing more pure in this world, Suguru was sure of it. Lavishing your plump, kiss-bruised lips with his own became second nature, wanting nothing more than to devour every sound you had to offer him, lapping them up like they were a desert oasis. One hand went back to your hip, guiding you in a back-and-forth motion, while his other dove down the top of your shorts. A thin finger pushed against your clothed heat, feeling how soaked your panties were. They were sticking to every crevice. You threw your head back, a moan and a shudder following suit. Suguru sucked a breath through his teeth, eyes trained on how you bucked your hips, the way your movements shivered, faltered, and shook. "It's been so long since he's touched you, hm?" He mused, nose brushing up against your exposed clavicle. "It must be, if you're already so eager to cum." His words were smooth like velvet, but they had a bite hidden in them, a darkness he kept well hidden. Lithe fingers slipped past the hem of your underwear, tracing tight, soft circles around your neglected clit. He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, so perfect, all for me, pretty little thing. The choked cry that came from your mouth, and the jagged stutter of your hips, let him know everything he needed. With a roll of his hips, he pushed his impossibly hard erection between the folds of your clothed cunt. Even with layers of clothes between you, he could feel the slick of your climax soaking through his pants. Only when your hands came to his chest, pushing against him, is when he slowed, then stopped his movements. His arms hooked behind your back, leaning you back to the floor. "Don't worry little lamb, there's more to come." Suguru purred, kissing just below your ear. Your eyes were blown, and when he glanced down he smirked at the wet patch on your shorts, chuckling at the matching mark of your arousal on his black joggers. "Naughty little thing, didn't take much did it?" You didn't answer, not right away, the words seemed trapped in your throat, stupefied by the way he curled his fingers around the band of your shorts and underwear. "I need you, so bad." A noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan passed his lips. He'd waited so, so long to hear those words come from your mouth. He refuses to admit it's something he thought about frequently when he was alone. "As you wish." Suguru pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs, his heartbeat pounding in time with the music long forgotten as he shimmied out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away. He wanted to take his time with you, savor you, taste you to completion, but with how hard he was and how desparate you looked, that would have to wait for another time. His cock bobbed obscenely, twitching when your eyes remained trained on it. For reasons to remain unspecified, Suguru knew for a fact he had the same length as Satoru, but he was girthier, heavier. That must be why your mouth watered. A gentle hand came to the side of your face, urging you to look up at his eyes as he lowered himself, bare chest brushing up against your exposed breasts. "I'll take care of you, sweet lamb." He kissed you, using one hand to guide himself inside you, pushing the first, second, third inch in. Inevitably, he had to part from your mouth, a shuddered moan leaving his lips when you squeezed and pulsed around him. Your soft noises melted together with his when he pushed the rest of himself inside you, bottoming out. Carefully, his hand came up behind your head to cradle it softly, his other hand moving to your hip as he rocked into you, deeply, slowly. Every curve of his hips, every deep calculated thrust, had you keening. You were putty in his hands, he thought, as your legs wrapped around his waist. The way you chanted his name like a prayer, as if how he angled his hips and fucked you so gently was your own personal gospel, had him moaning your name breathlessly back. When your hips started meeting in time with his, he moved faster, harder, tucking your head in the crook of his neck with his gentle hold. "You feel– ah, so good, darling," Suguru breathed into your hair, kissing your temple. You didn't get a chance to say anything back, not when a particularly hard thrust knocked the wind out of you, a strangled cry ripped from your throat, now clawing at his back. He continued that pace, that strength, your cries and moans growing in volume and octave, now much louder than the music filling the room. Once again capturing your lips with his, he swallowed the desparate cries of please, Sugu, I'm gonna cum, greedily lapping your tongue with his. He couldn't help but swallow your noises, a long, needy moan dripping from his mouth into yours as you clamped down on his throbbing cock. The way you pulsed had him twitching, hips stuttering against yours as he came inside of you, white hot strings of seed painting the inside of your sensitive cunt. A few more thrusts had you whining, much too overstimulated. Just a bit more, darling, you feel so wonderful he cooed, his brows knitting when his hips finally stilled. There the two of you laid, Suguru's arms shaking as he struggled to keep himself above you. The way you looked into his eyes so lovingly was worth the strain, the way you reached up and gently stroked his cheek, the way you whispered. "Is it true? Did you mean it?" Suguru hummed inquisitively, the back of his hand stroking your sweaty temple. "That you love me, and you'd take care of me. Is it true?" He grinned, chuckling tiredly as you scanned his face for any hesitancy, any sign of inward betrayal. There was none. "Of course it's true, my beautiful shining star." Both of you had lost track of time, how long you laid on the living room floor holding each other was unknown. Suguru had, in that time, easily convinced you to pack your bags and run away with him. He promised you no more lonely nights, no more neglect, no more empty promises and shallow love. All you would know is happiness with him, he promised. He looked back at you, fingers holding the handle of your front door as he looked back at you and the suitcase you had in hand. He couldn't help but smile, and you mirrored his elated expression. When he opened the door, he noticed your expression drop, eyes wide with concern. Confused, Suguru turned his head, gaze met with the barrel of a handgun pointed directly between his eyes. Cerulean blue eyes bore into you, then into Suguru, finger steady over the trigger. There was no time to think, no time to move out of the way. Suguru looked back at you, meeting your panicked, teary eyes. He smiled sadly, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. There was only a gunshot, a scream, and then silence.

#suguru geto #suguru smut #geto smut #suguru geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #geto jjk #jjk smut #minors do not interact #anime x reader #anime smut

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years ago

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As lucky as the rainbow

A/n: Im sorry. Also. Special dedication to the love of my life, @cantaraiilmionome , who let me write this fic

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Vic X Fem!Reader

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11

My heartbeat was wild and mostly erupting from my chest as the whole world around me seemed to quiet down. The mesh shirt I was wearing was already crumpled from all the times I had fiddled with it nervously. To be honest, could anyone really blame me? I have been obsessed with Måneskin for ages, and I finally get to see them live. A small, really pesky part of my brain kept bugging me. They would have no reason to like or notice you; why are you even here? Well, that definitely did not help the anxious feeling growing in my stomach.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers as four rock stars appeared on the stage.

And oh god what they were wearing. A certain blonde caught my attention, one who I was more than familiar with. Victoria strutted on the stage, her bass strap wrapped around her, as a small corset did nothing to cover her. Two black stripes of tape covered each of her boobs and she looked celestial. It was unfair to everyone else! How could she just look like that!?

“Is everyone ready?” Damiano’s strong voice sounded out of the speakers, earning an excited cheer from everyone.

As they started playing, I realised I was no longer anxious. Moving from side to side and jumping along with them, It felt as If the world stopped temporarily just for me to enjoy this moment. It was truly heaven, and their magnetic presence made it infinitely better.

“Now, for a fan favorite…” Damiano spoke into the mic, soon interrupted by the all too familiar notes of For Your Love. Oh god.

I couldn’t decide who to pay attention to; Ethan’s godly form playing the drums in a way I wished he would play my ass, Thomas’ talented fingers strumming the guitar chords, Damiano fucking the stage while singing or-

Oh.

I was one of the lucky ones who got to sit up front. So my view of Victoria was truly a dream come true. Her eyes were closed as she thrusted into the air, her hips moving with precision and skill, as she moved her head backwards in rhythm with the song. Two of her fingers were plucking the chords, clouding my mind with thoughts of what else she could do with them.

The whole song became a vivid fantasy for me, as I kept watching Victoria play, entranced by her sensuality. The song sadly came to a stop, and Damiano started speaking again. My lovely brain, however, could only gaze at Victoria, her wonderful top and fingers.

As If on cue, she knelt down right at the edge of the stage, and winked at me. Wait, she did what? My brain stopped functioning as I kept staring at her, eyes comically wide and mouth hanging open.

She smirked at my reaction, and motioned for me to come closer with her finger. A bodyguard came and opened the barrier, as I made my way through.

I was right in front of the stage, looking in her icy blue eyes. She leaned down and cupped my cheek, shaking it softly.

“Wanna stay here, cucciola?” She asked, a sultry smile appearing on her face. I nodded eagerly, causing her to laugh, before returning to her band.

The rest of the concert managed to make me so wet I was convinced my knees would give in the second I would try to walk. Between Victoria grinding on the floor right in front of me, making sure to stare right in my eyes, Damiano jumping in the crowd and grabbing Thomas, as well as Ethan being an overall god-like presence.

It was, however, over, as soon as it started. My face fell as they all waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and I turned around, preparing to leave, but was soon interrupted by a guard.

“Miss De Angelis said that she would like you to go backstage.”

That was the second time the girl’s actions shocked me. I certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last as I followed the guard to the back.

“Ah, there you are, cucciola!” Her raspy voice exclaimed, as she headed towards me and grabbed my waist, leading me towards a changing room before I could even mutter a word.

“You, I me- mean ...Why? Like… I just thi-I” Damn it, where was my wittiness when I needed it? If I wasn’t already blushing, I probably looked like a sweaty tomato right now.

“Oh darling, I suggest you figure out how to talk, so I’ll know how to please you later.” She murmured in my ear, my knees almost giving up at her words.

“Oh god, umm, I- hi.” I managed to let out. I’m so glad I could ramble about crystals for 3 hours but when It comes to basic greetings my mind just dips. Lovely.

“We have about 15 minutes before we need to leave.” She said, grabbing my body and pulling me right against her, softly nibbling on my neck.

“Considering the way you fucked the stage earlier, I think even 5 would suffice.” Ah yes, my brain was back. Temporarily, though, because Victoria’s hungry lips smashed into mine in a fraction of a second, quickly turning me around so I would be prompted against the wall.

We moved in sync as she sucked every breath out of me and explored my mouth with her tongue. She bit my lip hard, and licked the reddish spot which appeared, before moving onto my neck.

She sucked on every inch of my skin, leaving deep red marks in her wake, which would definitely be an interesting subject of discussion once I got home. I couldn’t help but let out the most pathetic whines, which only seemed to turn Victoria on more.

“So fucking desperate puppy. All I do is dance a little on stage and you’re already willing to be on your knees for me.” She purred right against my breast, earning a deep moan from my treacherous mouth,

“What can I say, I like being a good girl.”

Her mouth bit into the soft skin which was now exposed, as my poor shirt was laying on the floor, discarded seconds ago. I whimpered and bucked my hips into the air, whining even more at the realisation that there was nothing there.

“Please..” I begged, as she kept kissing and licking around my hardened buds, heating me up even more.

“Take your pants off, then” She instructed, and I did it in a heartbeat, the piece of clothing joining my shirt.

The last thing I saw was the blonde’s head lower , before her tongue finally gave me what I wanted. She swiped it deeply inside of me, humming at the liquids pouring from me. Moving to my clit, she started circling around it as one of her long fingers thrusted deep inside of me.

“Fuck… Victoria…”

She added another finger and quickened her pace, as I rapidly approached my edge. God, no one did it as well as her. She was getting rougher by the second, biting at my thighs and sucking hardly, until she heard my breath catch, before I erupted in a mess of loud moans and screams.

I came hard on her hand as she guided me down to the ground, licking the tears falling from my eyes.

“You really do like being a good girl.” She whispered, cupping my cheek and pressing a soft kiss on my puffy lips.

“Oh I can be bad too.” I smirked, watching as her eyes darkened.”

“How about you return to the hotel with me, and we can explore that talent too…”

***

More than half an hour had passed, and I was sitting in an Uber right next to Victoria. While the band packed up their stuff, I hung out on the stage, eating a popsicle Damiano had given me.

“Do you have to be anywhere early tomorrow?” Victoria’s voice interrupted my thoughts, softly grazing her fingers over my thighs.

“Like I wouldn’t cancel them for you.” I responded, earning a soft chuckle from her.

“Excellent. How about we talk a little then, hmm?” She asked, pulling me closer to her.

“About what?” I asked, clearly thinking of innocent topics.

“Which was your favourite part about how I fucked you backstage.”

Oh. My. God. At this point, my brain had stopped working so many times, I probably had approximately 2 brain cells left. And damn, I answered in a corresponding fashion.

“I must say I enjoyed the talking.”

Victoria laughed, a devilish grin forming on her face, as I bet her mind filled with the dirtiest ideas.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll make sure we’ll do just enough talking.”

“Wait no- You know, I really liked the cum part too.” I tried to save myself, because let’s be honest, If this woman was anything, it was a tease.

“Considering how loud you were moaning, I bet you were.” She purred again, dragging her fingers further up my thighs.

“Tell me, what did you fantasise about most while watching me play?”

My mind went blank, but not really, as the thought of her grinding on my face while practicing the bass made its way into my head. God, I was royally fucked.

“Tell me, pet.” She snarled against my neck, grabbing it roughly and bending me over.

Her hand wandered down to my ass, grabbing it roughly before slithering back around to my stomach, and pulling me up again.

“Practicing your bass on my face.” I moaned out, red and embarrassed.

“A lovely imagination you have. I’ll make sure to consult it more often.”

“That won’t work. It seems to go blank around you.”

Victoria smirked at my confession and pressed me down onto her lap, slowly working her way under my shirt.

“I really like this. Where did you get it?”

“My mom.”

“She wears this?”

Fuck. “Oh, you meant the shirt?”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, she pulled the material up, and pressed a wet kiss to both of my breasts. Oh god, this girl would kill me.

“My special thanks to her. And also my apologies, because I’ll fuck you till you scream and cry tonight.”

#victoria de angelis #vic x reader #maneskin fic #maneskin #ethan torchio #damiano david #thomas raggi #this was fun #smut

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softrozene · 4 years ago

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@luna-hatake-uchiha requested: Hi. First of all, I want to wish you a happy new year. I read on Archiv of your Own that your request box is open... Soo could you please write a scenario where Law and his s/o are having a daughter and after a few years their daughter shows symptoms of the Amber Lead poisoning? And Law doing everything he can to heal her? (This is my first time doing this and I'm sorry if I sound rude somewhere.)

You were perfect in requesting Hon! Apologies for how late this is (I hope you had a good start to the new year!) but omg- That would be so heartbreaking ahhhhh. This came out pretty angsty but I tried to give it a neutral ending! I hope you enjoy it!

This turned into a one-shot oops.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Angst- Spoilers of Law’s past. Can be considered a good or sad ending! Uhh Post-Pirating au? Law is retired from the pirate life lol, grammar

*Instead of 2nd pov I wrote this in 3rd pov for a change. : )

Also, yeah- I am pretty sure that Law would be able to cure his daughter of this because of his Devil Fruit and it’s “Miraculous” abilities but I went for the more angsty side, so I made it more complicated than that lol. I just love the idea of protective dad Law.

Words: 1983

The smell of coffee is usually a scent that brings the pregnant woman, (Name), a comfort since that means she can sneak a sip from her husband’s cup but right now… It is too early for coffee. He should be in bed with her, but the sun is not even up. With exhaustion evident on her face and the goal of finding Law and bringing him back to bed- She regretfully leaves the warm bed.

The house they have is a decent-sized home. Two bedrooms- The one they share together, and the guest room, a nursery that Law and (Name) have been working on and of course, Law’s office to store his medical books and journals, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small cozy living room.

It felt like bliss living here.

Even more so with the bun in the oven. Law was in shock when he realized his wife was indeed pregnant, but it made the joy of retiring from piracy to enjoy a domestic life with her all the better. It most certainly eases his thoughts that most of his crew also retired here on this peaceful island.

Things could not have turned out more perfect for them.

Though… That was about to change as (Name) walks into his office- The light from it leaking out into the hallway. The smell of coffee gets stronger, and she smiles upon seeing how serious her husband is looking through some of his books.

No matter what he is doing, he looks so handsome.

Something he got used to arguing with her saying how she is crazy for thinking his eyebags are attractive. It was all jokes sure but (Name) was serious and proud to say he was handsome. His personality definitely that too. She can rely on him and him on her and that is something hard to do for the both of them.

Law is too in the zone in the book so (Name) uses that to her advantage. She sneaks up behind him and is quick to wrap her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. His tense body immediately relaxes within her hold and he turns to offer her a tired smile.

“Did I wake you?” He asks softly as a hand comes up to meet her swollen belly.

(Name) laughs and holds his hand to her stomach. “Yes, but it is fine. I just got cold without your warmth. That and the beautiful smell of coffee. I think our daughter wants a sip.”

Law’s face turns into a scolding one immediately making his wife laugh as she continues, “Hey! You said I could have some in moderation! I think a tiny sip is less than that and yes, I know we do not know if our child will be a girl, but I just have this feeling…”

Law sighs but… Then smiles as he just shakes his head. He gives in knowing full well that his wife’s point was mainly about getting her daily sip of coffee in. He pulls away from his wife’s loving hand to reach for his mug of coffee. Being careful of the still-hot contents in it. He hands it to her and watches as she smiles and takes her desired sip. Handing it back to him he puts it on the desk and immediately pulls the pregnant woman onto his lap earning himself a giggle from her.

“Anyway, what are you doing up, my love?” She asks as she nuzzles her face into his neck the best she can.

At this question, Law turns tense. His sigh comes out stressed as he hesitates to speak. He thinks it would be better now to share his concern, especially when it is such a valid one.

“I… Fear that our child may get Amber Lead Poising. It is a hereditary disease,” Law mumbles.

This makes his wife freeze up. She knows his pain with that. The fear of it. He must have been bottling it up until he just could not ignore the possibility. With a gentle sigh, (Name) places a tender kiss on his lips, momentarily distracting him from his painful thoughts.

“My love, please come back to bed. After a few more hours of sleep, you can come back in here… And no matter what happens with our child- I have faith that you will find a cure. Until then, try not to worry. Otherwise, you are going to send yourself into an early grave by putting all that stress on your heart,” (Name) says as a yawn escapes her.

Law can only smile now. She truly is his best friend. His other half. She knows how to ease his worries even if it is temporarily, but what she said… It also rings true. He vows to find a cure in the case that their child will get that stupid disease.

~*~

The rest of the pregnancy goes by quickly and as soon as the baby, a girl, is in their arms it feels like total bliss for them. It is everything they never imagined having but makes their lives totally complete. Her middle name is in memory of Law’s younger sister. The full name being Trafalgar Lami Lin.

“She looks like you already- Look at those wide (eye color) eyes,” Law says with a gentle smile on his face.

He never imagined he could allow himself to be this soft and vulnerable. To share it with (Name). His wife laughs as she leans against his arm as he holds their little girl in his arms. Both (Name) and the baby are exhausted.

“Thank the gods she does not look like a mini sleep-deprived version of you. Well, if she takes my looks, I only hope she gains your intelligence,” (Name) jokes.

Law smirks at the playful tone and as if he remembers sighs- “I forgot to tell you. What is left of the crew will be coming here tomorrow. They were even more excited than us combined.”

“Looks like we got a couple of free babysitters… I trust Bepo with her. Sachi and Penguin might drop her.”

Law sweatdrops at this and wishes he could argue back but… His wife is right. He makes a mental note to have Bepo be their go-to babysitter.

~*~

Days pass by fast when you feel joy and they pass even faster when you feel like the world suddenly has a time limit on it. Law promised his wife to enjoy the days with them and he did, but he spent countless nights trying to find a cure- Getting so close to finding something that can help in the case his daughter gets the disease.

The baby grows quickly into a child, but it was the age of five when Law realizes that she has those stupid white spots on her skin- Meaning she has Amber Lead Poisoning. He felt like he was suffocating. She was not supposed to get it. He paid his dues during his piracy. His loss of Rosinante. His loss of family. He paid whatever the hell life thought he owed it, so she was supposed to be in the clear.

She was not.

He knows that is just wishful thinking. His whole family got it and Amber Lead is a hereditary disease. He was supposed to die at age thirteen. He did not all because he ate a fruit thanks to Rosinante. Just because he ate a fruit and cured himself does not mean he could actually cure Amber Lead with his fruit.

He could try and cure Lin as he did himself. Using the fruit’s "miraculous" properties which is having the ability to cure any kind of illness. However, this requires some extent of medical knowledge in order to be utilized effectively. He has that knowledge, but he does not have the full knowledge to cure others of this disease. He cured himself because he ate the fruit.

He needs a real cure. One to ensure that this disease does not follow into the genes anymore. He wants to ensure that if his daughter wants a family of her own- If she makes it to that age, he wants her to be able to not have to think about her own children having the disease.

He estimated she would only have a few years left. Until those white spots grow big enough to almost devour her. His blissful life turned into a nightmare for him. He always could not stand the thought of losing (Name) and the feeling was deeper with their daughter Lin since she was only a child.

She deserved a long and happy life.

He was going to sacrifice his time to ensure that.

It was during one of these nights when he cursed out life for being cruel that Law had an epiphany. Something in his research began to make sense for a cure- It was uncertain, but it was something and it was this night that his wife was woken up when he got up out of excitement to begin writing on a large board he put together. He accidentally dropped a book nothing too alarming, so he was surprised to see his wife checking on him.

Her large eyes watching the board- Trying to decipher his valid obsession of finding a cure. He could not contain his excitement as he pauses briefly to place a kiss on his wife’s lips.

“Whoa. You are super cheery for once,” She notes.

Law can only smile. “I think I am close to finding something. A cure. It would still be a while before I have something solid but… This is it. It has to be it.”

Hearing this fills (Name) up with excitement too. Only to see Law experience a crash. He is at his limit for tonight since he spent all day shopping with his daughter and wife to go to Penguin’s birthday (definitely an alcohol) party. He should be totally spent after today.

(Name) only hugs him feeling his body immediately relax into hers and he freezes upon remembering something. Pulling back slightly he looks at his darling wife and places a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey… I do need to tell you something. If this lead goes nowhere. I am going to use the Ope Ope no Mi fruit on her,” Law states.

(Name) freezes in his grip. Understanding these words. That means he is going to sacrifice his life for their daughter if he can’t make a cure. He is willing to use the fruit’s powers for what others have wanted it for. Immortality.

He is willing to grant their daughter “eternal youth” if it means she can experience life without the disease affecting her.

His mind is dead set on that backup plan so all (Name) Can do is nod. He smiles at her though as to reassure her.

“That is just a backup plan. We still have a few years left but as of now, I do believe it is time to get in contact with that crazy pirate- Luffy. I need him to bring Chopper here. With Chopper’s help this should work,” Law murmurs more to himself.

He is exhausted.

“Alright Love- I will go get in contact with them. I will send a letter. Though… I think you should head to bed. You did well. You are such a good father,” (Name) murmurs.

Hearing this… Law really feels like he might break. All of these restless nights are going to be worth something. He is going to do what his dad almost did for his younger sister. He will cure his daughter and be able to watch her grow.

“Law… You are getting my hair wet with your snot and tears.”

“Shut up,” He mumbles as he holds his partner.

She laughs and the two stay like that- Content that there is hope for their daughter.

#my writing #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #fanfiction #one shot #one piece fanfiction #one piece one shot #fluff #angst #female reader #mentions of pregnancy

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