#everything takes So Fucking Much and the only way i can do anything is to not think about anything bc that will get me

[dreamingofaizawa]

Just thinking about Johnny being a Certified Yapper ™ while you’re all in the rec room on base.

He hasn’t stopped talking for a solid two hours, constantly filling the dead space even when all he gets as answers are grunts from Simon or huffs from Price while they’re focused on their billiards. Kyle gives a few words, but he’s mostly distracted with his book. 

Then there’s you.

You’ve been mostly silent, not contributing much to anything while you’ve got your sketchbook open, doodling nonsense while you half-listen to whatever else is going on. But you do have a question that bubbles up in your mind. It’s an innocent, genuine question. The next break in Johnny’s string, you take for yourself, still sketching mindlessly.

“Does silence make you uncomfortable, Johnny?” Everything goes dead quiet. The sudden silence has you stopping to look around the room, only to find all eyes on you. Johnny’s eyes have blown wide, appalled, while the rest just blink blankly at you. 

“What?”

Kyle bursts into a fit of boisterous laughter. Price sighs, hanging his head, and Simon fucking chuckles. Nothing gets a reaction out of the Ghost, but somehow you’ve just made him laugh. You’re just sat there confused. Johnny, for one, breaks from his shocked stupor to point accusingly at the others.

“Haud yer wheesht ye fuckin brits.” 

Then it clicks that you’ve just basically told Johnny he talks too much.

“Oh shit I swear I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck I’m sorry, Sergeant MacTavish.” He blinks, then reels with a hand dramatically on his chest.

“I cannae believe this bullshite. I ken ‘m a wee talkative but really?” Kyle can’t keep his head, wheezing from his spot on the couch, his book abandoned on the coffee table. Simon and Price have refocused on their game but you can still see the way Simon’s eyes are smiling behind that mask of his. 

“I swear I was just asking a question, I didn’t even think about how it would sound out loud.” He puts on the dramatics, sighing before falling back into his chair with an exaggerated swoon.

“Aye, I talk too much, I ken. I’ll never talk again if it bothers ye so much.” All you can muster is an eye roll, but his antics have you fighting a smirk. He’s starting to push it, and you know he’s not anywhere near serious.

“Yeah you go ahead and do that, Johnny. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” His grin is wide and devious when he sits up to meet your gaze.

“I know a few ways to sleep well. Wanna come see ‘em?” For a second you don’t quite register what he’s said, about to answer with a ‘sure why not?’ and follow him out to wherever it may be. 

But then you look at the way his eyes drag over you and oh fucking hell. Price speaks from the billiards table.

“Keep it in your pants, MacTavish.” 

The scot sighs, then delves into a rant and the yapping picks right back up.

[gracie-eilish]

YAY INBOX OPEN!!! pretty please 😣🙏🏻 experienced or clingy billie in a relationship with reader but she's shy or like touch deprived 😼😼😼

just touch me

warnings: contains smut and a wholeeee lotta kissing.. this got super fucking long lol

summary: it’s your first time hooking up with your budding situationship, billie. it’s been a minute for you so you wanna take it slow. that is until you’re met with touchy, clingy, romantic, soft billie…

The afternoon had fallen softly into a quiet, amber-tinted evening that hummed with the possibility of something intimate. Billie had come over earlier, hood up, cheeks slightly pink from the chill outside, a bag of snacks in her hand, and a sleepy smile on her face.

"Hi, mama," she smirked, walking through the doorway and burying herself in a hug. You snorted at her immediate attempt at flirting. "Hi Billie," you replied between giggles.

You had ordered takeout and half-watched a movie while sharing a blanket on the couch, while your legs tangled up beneath it and your bodies edged closer with every shared laugh.

You were still laughing at one of her dramatic reenactments of a scene she hated, when her voice softened and she leaned in, eyes sparkling.

“You’re so cute when you’re giggly,” she murmured, brushing her nose against your cheek.

The kiss that came next came naturally, like breathing. It always did. You could kiss Billie Eilish forever and never get tired of how she tasted like mint and sugar and felt like warmth. Her fingers traced your jaw, your neck, your waist, curious and slow, like she was trying to learn you all over again.

“Wanna go get cozier?” Her voice was low, kind. The kind of tone that asked a question and also whispered, only if you want to.

You nodded, and she took your hand without hesitation, leading the way with that little sideways smile of hers, the one she wore when she wasn’t quite sure what would happen next, but hoped it would be something good.

Inside your bedroom, the world narrowed to just the two of you and the soft hush of the room. The blankets were rumpled from this morning, and Billie crawled onto the bed with a sleepy smile, waiting for you to join her before reaching out her arms.

"C'mere."

You smiled and crawled into the bed beside her and it was like everything else melted away. She pulled you close, her nose brushing yours, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. And then she kissed you, so slowly and sweetly, like she had all the time in the world. And you melted into it, your hands finding the shape of her shoulders, the curve of her neck, the softness of her hoodie under your palms.

The kisses picked up, hungrier now. Her lips moved against yours slowly, but her hands were less patient. Still respectful, still gentle, but clearly craving more of you.

She shifted slightly, pulling you closer until you were pressed chest to chest, her hand sliding under your shirt, warm fingers skimming over your tummy.

That’s when it happened—you froze. Just for a second. Enough for her to feel the difference.

Billie pulled back, immediately attuned. “Hey love,” she whispered, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Too much?”

You shook your head, then gave a little shrug. “I just… I haven’t done anything in a while. Not since my ex. And we broke up like a year ago. And you… You’re more experienced than me anyway.”

Her expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Seriously.”

You looked up at her. “I don’t know if I want to do more tonight.”

She didn���t hesitate. “That’s totally fine, lovey. We don’t have to. We can just kiss. Or just cuddle. Or literally just lie here breathing. I’m good with all of it mama.”

That made something melt inside you.

So, for a while, that’s what you did. You kissed and held each other, Billie’s hands roaming in quiet patterns over your arms, your back, the curve of your hip. She didn’t try anything more. She was just there, gentle and warm and all yours for the night.

But the longer you kissed her, the more you felt your body shift. Something deeper stirred beneath the quiet comfort, something warmer, something wanting. Billie wasn’t rushing you. She wasn’t even asking. She was just being—soft lips at your jaw, breath warm on your neck, her fingers exploring the safe places you’d let her reach, never crossing a line unless you pulled her with you.

And maybe it was the way she murmured your name between kisses, like a promise. Or the way her hand drifted across your waist, not under your clothes this time, but pressing with reverence. Maybe it was just the way she waited—for you to meet her there.

Whatever it was, your fingers curled into her shirt and you found yourself whispering, “I think I want more.”

She paused, her breath catching just slightly. “Are you sure?” Her voice was barely audible, like she was afraid to break the moment by saying it too loudly.

You nodded, your nose brushing hers. “Yeah. With you… like this… I’m sure.”

Billie’s smile was slow and tender, and she kissed you again, deeper now. Not hurried, not demanding. Just full of meaning. Full of care. Her hands found your skin again, and this time, you didn’t freeze. You sighed, arching into her touch, letting her explore you like you were music she wanted to memorize by heart.

Everything about her was slow and warm and good—the kind of good that didn’t need to be fast or perfect. Just honest.

The air around you buzzed with anticipation, the heat between you growing gradually, sweetly. Every kiss made you ache a little more, not out of impatience but out of how much you wanted to give in to her hands, her mouth, her love.

And in that quiet, breathless space between words and touches, Billie whispered, “You’re beautiful like this, you know that?”

You smiled against her lips, your hand sliding up her back. “So are you.”

"Seriously though.. Your face is all flushed and glowy, and your lips are a little swollen... We should make out more often." You snorted at her last statement, hiding your face for a second in her shoulder.

"Noted. I'll definitely add that to our list of things we can do," you both dissolved into more giggles until they turned to just smiles.

"Are you still sure, angel? I don't want you to feel pressured in any way to do this. I know it's been a while for you, and I don't wanna rush you." You could have melted into the floor at her statement.

"Yeah, love, I'm sure. But uh.. I um.."

"You what, doll? Say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Actually... I wanna change."

"Change? Like your clothes? You know those usually come off right?" You couldn't help the snort that came out before you nodded, biting your lip shyly.

"Yes, I know that you goose. Just wait here." You kissed the corner of her mouth before scampering towards your dresser, grabbing something from the back of your top drawer, and heading to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, you slipped on a pretty matching set. A delicate, lacey set you had bought a few weeks ago with Billie in mind. This wasn't your first time having sex, far from it. However, it would be your first time with a girl you really cared about. After you and your ex-boyfriend broke up last year, you had a few flings... and then came along Billie. You just had a feeling this one... this one would work.

You stepped out of the bathroom, shutting off the light and leaning on the doorframe. Billie was still lying on her back, one arm behind her head, until she turned to look at you. The candle burning on your bathroom counter flickered behind you, framing your silhouette.

"Baby..." she barely whispered, practically bouncing as she sat up fully, her eyes never leaving you.

"You like it?" You tried to sound confident, but your nerves made your voice about seven octaves higher than you wanted. She reached a hand out softly, flicking her middle and ring fingers to beckon you closer.

"C'mere," it was barely a whisper. When you reached her, she took your hand so you could get up on the bed and straddle her hips steadily. She only let go of your hand to then run both her hands up your thighs to your waist, softly sitting there, rubbing your back a bit too.

"You, my dear," she started. "You look like Aphrodite." Her voice was soft and low, her eyes were wide and sparkly, and her breath was hitched and light.

"Oh! Oh, um," you were distracted by her wandering hands playing with your bra straps around your shoulders.

"Bils, I don't wanna ruin the moment, but um.. what exactly does she look like?" Billie fully threw her head back, cackling at your question, making you giggle a bit too.

"Sorry, doll, I didn't mean like 'oh you look like her, you both have dark hair' or whatever," she flushed a bit before continuing. "Aphrodite is the goddess of love..." she trailed off, hoping you caught her drift. There were three words she wanted to say right now, but couldn't get out quite yet.

"Let me love on you, baby girl," she whispered directly in your ear, kissing right below it, making you shiver. "I'll talk you through everything if you want, I know it's been a while for you."

"Okay," you breathed out, tilting your head back so she could continue her kisses on your skin.

"Let's get you comfy, pretty girl," Billie said between kisses before leaning back so she could help you lie down. She fluffed the pillow a bit before guiding your head down onto it and kissing your cheek.

And then your jaw..

And neck..

and collarbones...

"God, you're gorgeous," she mumbled more to herself than anything, but the red flush on your cheeks told her you heard it.

"Can I take this off?" She asked softly, tracing her fingers on the light embroidered flowers on your bra.

"Yeah, baby."

Baby. The name struck her in the gut. She had used it on you since day one. You, on the other hand, were reluctant to use such an intimate nickname with her. Sticking with love and lovey as a safe bet. Baby.

She tucked a hand behind your back a bit, looking for the clasp, when you grabbed her wrist to stop her. Confused, she leaned back, only to watch you unclasp the bra from the front, revealing your breasts to her like a precious artifact kept hidden in a box, being revealed for the first time. You sat up slightly to shimmy your bra down your shoulders and fling it to the side.

Her brows furrowed watching you, the same way her brows furrow when she's holding back tears or she's experiencing something so heart-wrenching.

She situated herself on your hips so she could lean down and kiss your breast once.. twice.. three times... until you were softly squirming under her grasp. She sucked and bit softly at your one nipple while she kneaded and played with the other in her hand.

"Bils," you gasped, eyes fluttering shut as you grasped the sheets next to you.

"Shh sh sh, I've got you, doll. You ready for more?"

You nodded, chest heaving softly. "Please.. just touch me."

Together, you slowly took off Billie's clothes, leaving her naked in front of you. You took in her perfect body for a few minutes, fingers tracing her tattoos delicately, giggling softly when she shivered from the feeling.

"As much as I adore the feeling of your hands all over me, I want this to be about you, angel." She pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the other corner, and then directly on your lips. Your hands found their way into her dark hair, pulling slightly to keep her close.

Her hand drifted delicately down your torso until it found the waistband of your panties. She pulled away just enough to look you in the eye to silently ask for permission. You smiled softly and nodded, lifting your hips to assist her as she pulled your panties off of you.

"Alright mama, you're in complete control here, kay? If anything feels uncomfy, or you want more or less, or whatever you want, you tell me. Okay?"

"Okay." You seriously thought you were in a dream. A year ago, you were dating a loser who basically fucked you and then knocked out next to you. Forget about finding the clit, motherfucker didn't know the clit existed. And now you couldn't tell if you were on earth or in heaven because of this girl, who was showering you with love, and comfort, and patience.

You gasped softly when you felt her fingers on your clit, rubbing soft but tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," you whispered, letting you head fall back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"You're so wet, baby," Billie purred into your ear, letting two fingers dip into you just at the tip. She spread your wetness around, making sure everything was lubricated before even asking if she could go all the way.

"Wait," Billie sat up immediately, a concerned look on her face. You interrupted her before she could even start to fuss.

"Want the strap.." Your voice got quieter with every word, confidence dwelling. Billie's heart swelled.

"Can I stretch you with my fingers a bit first? Maybe we do strap another night, I don't wanna hurt you."

"Billie, I trust you right now more than anything else on this planet. I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea what we are. But I do know that I don't think there's another woman on the planet who will ever be as loving and patient as you are being right now. I don't want this to end tomorrow, and then I have to be uncomfortable with someone else. I wanna be uncomfy with you... You bring comfort to my discomfort. I want it with you."

The silence between you two was palpable, and Billie looked like she could cry. With a kiss to your lips and not another word, she got up and went to her dresser drawer, and pulled out her strap, fastening it to her hips.

Before she could even get back on the bed, the two of you had resumed making out, but the energy shifted once again when you flipped her over so you were on top.

Billie didn't question it, letting you do what you wanted. Like earlier, she took your hand softly so you could maneuver yourself, straddling her hips until you were sitting on top of her strap, snug up against her.

"Go as fast or as slow as you want to, okay, princess?" She said gently as you sat up on your knees, situating the dildo at your entrance. You nodded and leaned in to kiss her as you started to sink down.

Maybe an inch down, you flinched and hissed at the stretch, it had been a year after all, and your own fingers and toys just didn't do it how you needed. Billie grabbed one of your hands, letting you squeeze as hard as you needed, while the other traced soft shapes on your hip, hoping your muscles would start to relax.

You two sat like that for a bit, you up on your knees slightly sunk down on the strap, Billie holding you up, fluttering tiny kisses to your cheek and neck, both of you squeezing hands..

After a bit, you started to move again, slowly sinking further and further until you bottomed out on her, sitting directly onto her thighs.

"Shit Bils," Your voice sounded much more sexy and husky in you head, but all Billie heard was moany whines she knew would float into her dreams.

"You feelin good angelface?" You couldn't even form words once you made eye contact with her icy, hooded eyes. She was biting her lip, and her nose scrunched up a bit when you barely let out a breathy confirmation to her question.

"Need some help?" You nodded again, letting her guide your hips forward to where you were grinding down on her strap.

"Jesus Christ.." Your forehead made contact with her shoulder.

Your pain soon became pleasure, and your confidence grew. Soft rolls of your hips turned into you slowly bouncing on her strap, letting it hit her own clit perfectly.

The room became a filthy symphony of slapping skin and harmonizing moans, with just a twinkle of a creaking bed.

"You are so fucking hot, holy fuck Y/N," Billie let one of her hands creep up to your breast, pinching your nipple ever so slightly, making you groan and throw your head back in pleasure. Something primal came over her; she never wanted anyone else to ever see you like this.

"You starting to get close, doll?" she purred.

"Fuck. Yes," you responded between slams down onto the dildo. If this wasn't your first time together, Billie would have called you her little bunny about a thousand times by now. The way you so confidently and seductively took your pleasure from Billie, switching between rolling your plush hips and bouncing up and down on her.

"Wanna cum together," you gasped out, bringing your own hand to her breasts, toying with her perky untouched nipples making her cry out.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that pretty girl,"

... Naturally, you kept doing it.

Neither of you had to say anything. The flush of your skin and the increase in pitch between your moans told the other you were both close.

"Billie?"

"Yeah- fuck.. Yeah, doll?"

"Can I tell-oh my god - Can I tell you some- something?"

"Right now? Shit.."

"Uh-huh,"

She giggled a bit between her moans.

"What's up- ohhh. What's up little lady?"

"I think, " You groaned in pleasure, tightening on her strap. "I think I'm falling in l- fuckkk. Falling in love with you." You threw your head back for a second before looking back up to see Billie's face.

"Babygirl," She whined out. She couldn't even tell if it was emotions or pleasure. But the slight smirk on her face told you it was at least good.

"Y/N... I'm so in love with you."

Euphoria.

Both of you hit your climax at the same time, neither one slowing down, to drag it out as long as humanly possible, only stopping when you began to wince from overstimulation.

"Okay, okay. I've got you, I've got ya." Quickly but comfortably, she helped you sit up so she could pull out. Only for you to flop right back down into her arms.

For a few minutes, you both sat in comfortable silence, holding each other close and basking in the afterglow. Until...

"Baby?" Billie squeaked out.

"Mmm hmm?" You didn't even lift your head off her shoulder.

"Did you mean that? Are you really falling in love with me?" That made you sit up fully.

"Oh Billie.." You pushed some sweaty hair out of her face, cupping her cheek. Billie raised her hand to hold yours to her face, nuzzling into your hand.

"I've been falling in love with you since the day I met you."

With that, Billie pulled you into a kiss you swore only existed in fairytale movies. She cradled your head in her hands and kissed you so fiercely yet delicately like you were made of glass.

When she pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

"My girl..?"

"Your girl."

The two of you fell asleep that night tangled up with each other, leaving no space for air between your bodies. Not even being sweaty from sex, or hot and steamy from a quick shower, there was no breaking you two away from each other… this truly was the beginning of something beautiful for both of you.

[holylulusworld]

A helping hand

Summary: Your boyfriend ignores more than one task.

Pairing: Biker!(Neighbor) Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!Reader

Warnings: lazy/awful boyfriend, cheating, breaking up, paying for help the naughty way, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, sex in a car

A/N: Inspired by a post on TikTok.

The story was written for:

@avengers-assemble-bingo: Kinky Bingo: Square filled: “That’s a good girl.”

buckybarnesbingo 2024 (expired): Square filled: U2: Kink: Lingerie

buckybarnesbingo 2023 (expired) K1: Wish

buckybarnesbingo 2022 (expired): Y5: Kink: Vibrators

@buckyboybingo: Square 18: Car sex

“Babe, can you have a look at the bathroom door? It gets stuck all the damn time. Yesterday, I fought for half an hour with it before I could leave the room.” You sigh as your boyfriend takes his sweet time to answer. He has the week off but didn’t help you with anything at the house. “Babe?”

“I’m not a builder nor a handyman, Y/N!” He finally answers after wolfing the breakfast you made for him before cleaning the kitchen down. “If you want it to be done, hire someone or do it yourself.”

Another task on your long list. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You grumble and begrudgingly put your book away. All you wanted was to have some free time on your week off too.

Jason comes back home late at night. He was having a blast playing video games with his friends and eating all the snacks you bought last week for a lazy night with streaming and your favorite movies.

“Oh, good, you are back,” you call from the bathroom. “Babe, the sink in the bathroom is leaking, and the tap is still dripping. Can you help me fix this tomorrow?”

“Sorry, I have plans with the guys tomorrow, and I am not a plumber,” Jason yells from downstairs before taking the leftovers of tonight’s dinner out of the fridge. The meal you prepared for the two of you, for him to not come home.

It feels like Jason doesn’t even try to make this relationship work any longer. He’s just not in it anymore.

You close your eyes and huff. Of course, he won’t help you fix the sink either. Whatever. You’ll find a way to get the door, sink, and tap somehow. Even if you must pay a handyman to fix everything.

The next day you had to go on another shopping spree. Jason and his buddies did not only eat all of your snacks, but the food you needed for dinner too.

“Oh, fuck me,” you kick one of the wheels of your car. “Seriously? The sink is a mess, the tap, and the bathroom door. On top of it all, you have to mess with me too?”

“Hello, neighbor! Is everything alright?” Bucky, your neighbor of two years, waves at you. He stopped his bike in front of your house to jog toward your car and help you with the bags in your trunk. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“Urgh…everything,” you huff. “I got no time for my car to break down. I need to repair the sink, the tap, and the bathroom door. And my vibrator broke, so no, nothing is good.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Bucky furrows his brows. “Why doesn’t he help you with all of this?” He glances at the engine light. “I could help you with the car and everything else.”

Bucky grins as you consider his offer. Jason would get mad if you let your neighbor repair all the things in your house. On the other hand, Jason is barely around and doesn’t care much about helping you repair the sink or anything else.

“What do you want in return? I spared some money and could pay you back for your time.”

Bucky’s grin widens when you tell him you’ll talk to your boyfriend first. You’ll give Bucky a call if Jason refuses to help you.

“Jason, babe, could you help me with my car? The engine light is on again, and the engine died three times on my way back home!”

Jason barely looks up from his fishing magazine. He plans to spend the weekend with his friends, not you. “Babe, I’m not a mechanic!”

“But you work on your old-timer all the time. You’re good with cars. At least have a look at it and tell me how much it will cost me to let a mechanic repair it.”

“No time. I need to focus on…” He mumbles the rest, and you don’t care what he has to say. You just wish that for once, you and the home you share were more important to Jason than his friends.

Rolling your eyes at his poor excuses, you decide to ask Bucky for help. He offered to lend you a hand, and you won’t turn him down. You only need to ask him about payment.

“Babe, I’m off for my weekend with my friends. Have a good time,” Jason says as he walks into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. “Oh, the door works again.”

“Yeah, I know,” you reply from inside the walk-in wardrobe. “Bucky offered his help and fixed everything today, even my car. We went on a test drive too.”

“That’s great,” he hastily says and pokes his head inside the wardrobe. “So…what did he want for it?”

You smirk. “Oh, he said I could bake him a cake or,” you giggle at the next part, “or sleep with him.”

Jason snorts. “Which cake did you make him, and are there any leftovers?”

“You’re so funny,” you snort. “I’m not a baker…”

“What…me?” Jason watches you roll a suitcase out of the walk-in wardrobe. “No way…no. You wouldn’t…would you?”

You pat his cheek and say, “Well, it all started as a joke…”

“Wow, that was fast!” You watch Bucky clean his hands, trying to get the grease off his skin. He not only fixed your sink, the tap, and the bathroom door but also your car. “How’d you do it?”

“I’m good with my hands,” he replies, that sexy smirk on his lips again.

“So…how can I pay you back?” You ask, stepping closer to your car. “You did a great job.”

“You could bake me a cake.” Bucky steps closer to look over your shoulder at the engine light that’s now off again. “Or…” He moves his hands to your hips, squeezing lightly as he nuzzles his face in your neck, “Sleep with me. Let me make you scream my name in different languages because I know that piece of shit you call your boyfriend doesn’t do it right.”

Without hesitation, you turn around to face Bucky. He expectantly looks at you, not a doubt in his blue eyes as he waits for your answer. Bucky knows you are not going to turn him down. Why would you?

“I hope you’re only half as good at fucking at repairing my car.” Fisting his shirt, you bring him closer for a messy kiss. “How about we go for a ride in my car?”

“How about I go for a ride with you in your car?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth covers yours, swallowing the needy noises you make when his hands start to roam your body.

“Why not?” you purr against his lips. “This backseat hasn’t seen any action for ages.”

“I’ll fucking ruin it.” Bucky pins you against your car, hands moving to your ass to grope you roughly. “Yeah, you’ll scream my name.”

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, keeping him close to your body. The kisses you share are not sweet or innocent. It’s almost primal and beyond sensual.

“How could you wear a dress like that and make me rock-hard while I tried to be a gentleman?” he mutters against your lips. His right hand moves under your dress, finding your brand-new lace panties—the ones you bought only for him.

He shoves your panties aside to pinch your clit. “You’re already soaking my fingers, and you didn’t even see my cock.” Bucky smirks before he rips your panties off your body.

You whine against his lips; these were new, and you liked them.

“So needy, baby doll?” He laughs against your lips as if he’s not poking you with his erection. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Bucky toys with your clit, tugging and pinching it, just the way you like it. “Bucky…” You whine loudly. “Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He pecks your lips and moves you toward the back of your car. “Get on the backseat and spread those pretty legs for me. I’ll eat this cunt first.”

You lick your lips. Jason never was an enthusiastic pussy eater. “Fuck…” You curse and eagerly open the door and get in the backseat.

Bucky doesn’t wait. He crawls onto the backseat and puts your legs over his shoulders. His mouth immediately claims your pussy, licking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.

You cry out and slap the backseat, feeling his lips seal around your clit. “Bucky…what if someone sees?”

“I don’t care,” he grunts against your cunt. “Anyone sneaking close to your garage will know you’re mine now.”

You buck your hips. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place. Bucky doesn’t like giving up control. He alternately laps at you and sucks your clit into his mouth.

His tongue, the skilled muscle, teasingly flicks your little nub. Your hands shoot toward his head, cupping the back of his head to press him closer to your cunt.

He laughs against you, stopping right when you are about to find release. “Not yet, baby,” Bucky purrs. He places a searing kiss on your clit. “You’ll come on my cock only.”

 You watch him unzip his pants and push them down. Gasping, you look at his erection. He’s thicker and longer than Jason, and you wonder if you can take him.

“We’ll make it fit,” he snickers as you stare at him with wide eyes. Bucky crawls on top of you, teeth biting your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. “I’ll take my time later. Now I need to be inside of you.”

His stormy blue eyes search yours for a moment. He dips his head, breathing hard as you wrap your legs around him. “You’re mine,” he declares, his lips crashing against yours seconds later.

Bucky wiggles his hips, brushing his cock against your clit. You jolt at the sensation, whining against his lips as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whimper and whine. “Please…I need…you.”

“That’s a good girl.” He pecks your lips, and filly sheaths himself inside of you with one hard thrust.

You cuss but eagerly buck your hips again. You’re so full; it’s a struggle to accommodate his size.

“Let me in, baby. That’s good.” He slowly starts rocking his hips. His pace is fast; he pounds into you with deep strokes. Bucky buries his face in your neck, nipping at your soft skin.

You’d like to giggle because the car rocks with the force of his thrusts. It’s almost comical, but you can’t focus on anything but the feel of Bucky moving inside of you and his lips pressing against yours.

You cling to him, nails biting into his back as he pushes you toward a much-needed release. “Fuck…Bucky… I’m…gonna…”  

His warmth fills you as your walls grip him tightly. “Baby doll, fuck. Yes…that’s it…”

Jason gapes at you. He can’t find his voice as you gather your packed bags and suitcases.

“I’ll be coming back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff. You can have the house. It never was a home to me.”

“Where are you going?” Jason asks, following you downstairs. “Y/N! Where are you going?"

“Bucky is waiting for me,” you reply and open the door. True to your words, Bucky is standing in front of the door to grab the bag and laptop in your hands.

“The rest is upstairs?” Bucky asks, searching for any sign of distress on your face. “You already told him?”

“Yup,” you peck Bucky’s lips. “I packed everything. We can pick up the rest tomorrow.”

“Nah,” Bucky says and jerks his head toward his friends waiting outside. “They are all here. We can grab your stuff today.”

Jason just stares at Bucky, and his friends walk inside your home. He doesn’t say a word when you tell him what to grab.

He runs one hand down his face, regretting that he didn’t treat you right.

“Well, punk, you snooze, you lose,” Bucky taunts as he carries your suitcases down the stairs. “Now I’ve got your pretty dame in my clutches; I’ll never let her go.”

[izzyy-stuff]

Hi izzy! just finished reading good boy, and it was so good! i have a smut fic rec where in idol!beomgyu reacts to his idol!girlfriend who's having a comeback with a sexy concept. Beomgyu gets all jealous of all the reader's fanboys feedback and reader/beomgyu has to pay the price, IDK about this but TYYYY <3

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

idol!bf!beomgyu x fem!reader

in which Choi Beomgyu, the ever so calm boyfriend, doesn't like the attention you get after your comeback, causing the urge to remind you who makes you feel good every night grow louder.

wc 1.5k

warnings smut, established relationship, suggestive concept, idol!reader, idol au, jealous!Beomgyu, fans leaving nasty comments, nicknames, bit of dry humping, p without plot tbh, praise, pantie fucking, unprotected sex + creampie, idk i think that's all

↪ izzy speaks... okay I'm sorry you had to wait for so long... this has been sitting there for months, I don't even know when good boy came out but god... but!! It's here now!! not proofread :3

Music Bank was probably your favorite performance so far. It’s been a little over a week since your promotions started and even though your stylists gave you pretty clothes for every performance, you liked the one for Music Bank the most. Not only that, but you strongly believed you did the best that day. 

And it turns out, your fans feel the same way. In the last few days, clips from your performance got on your feed and you often stopped to see what everyone thought, blushing at the comments and praises. It made you happy to see they enjoyed it as much as you did, even though some of the comments were wilder than you expected. 

There were a few times your ass got into the frame, a moment in the choreography where you lean forward and wink, and a moment where your skirt rides up just a bit too much. You didn’t mind what people said, even though you knew a lot of people would find it weird. 

However, your boyfriend didn’t think the same. The comments pissed him off, every thirsty or dirty thing that was said about you made him more mad. He couldn’t say anything, not when it was your agency that picked the concept and choreography. But it didn’t change how he felt every time he stumbled over one of your edits or clips of a performance. 

“This outfit is so fucking cute,” you smile, placing your phone on the table and making sure you’re fully in the frame before taking a step back and doing a spin for your boyfriend. “Right?” You pick up the phone again and bring it closer to your face when he doesn’t answer. “Beomie?” 

“Can you put on some safety shorts, baby?” He asks instead, a mixture of worry and anger in his eyes. You blink confusedly, slowly nodding. “Yeah, of course. Does it show too much when I move?” 

“Mhm, a bit,” he nods, sighing. “You’re beautiful, though,” he praises you. “I just don’t need any more guys thirting over my girl and saying weird shit.” You smile, a warm, reassuring one he needs at the moment. “It’s not like they can do more than watch,” you remind him and he just hums quietly, wishing you good luck on your performance before hanging up. 

You’re sweating when you get home that afternoon, in a desperate need of a shower and a cozy movie night with your boyfriend to relax your mind. But as soon as you step inside and your eyes land on Beomgyu, squeezing his phone tightly in his hands, you know a cozy night isn’t what you’re going to get. You’d be a fool not to notice how angry he is. 

“Gyu?” You coo softly, getting out of your shoes in the hallway and making your way over to him. He looks up at you, eyeing your clothes with possessiveness. You blink confusedly, holding his hand when he offers it to you. “Who pissed you off, baby?” 

“Your agency,” he mumbles, pulling you onto his lap. Your eyes widen but you don’t protest, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning closer to place a kiss on his lips. “Why exactly this time, hm?” 

“The concept and everything it evoked in your fans,” he answers against your lips, his mind immediately calming down as he claims your lips. You giggle, tangling your fingers with his hair. “Is my baby jealous?” you tease, tugging on his hair. “Mad. Angry. Not jealous,” he argues, thrusting his hips against your core so you feel just how mad he is. You bite your bottom lip to prevent a moan from leaving your mouth and grind on him, feeling him through your panties. “Yeah? It sounds to me like you are jealous.” 

“And what if I am?” He hums, kissing you again as his hands move to grab your ass. He helps you grind on him, watching you with a smirk while you become a moaning mess, whining as he leans down to suck your breast through your clothes. “You should be reminded who helps you get off every time, don’t you think?” 

You close your mouth to muffle your moan and nod, pulling on his hair with more force now to get him to look at you. “Get it off.” He gives you an amused look, not moving an inch to do as you asked. Instead, he thrusts his hips forward again. “Please.” 

Your plea combined with a whimper finally gets him moving and he helps you out of your top, squeezing your breast as soon as your clothes fall to the ground. “You’re so pretty,” he praises you, your thighs rubbing together on an instinct. “Everyone seems to think so,” you nod, just to rail him up a bit more. It works because his hands find your ass again and he presses you onto himself harder, your soaked panties leaving a stain on his jeans. 

“Do you want your clothes off or not?” He asks, his voice low and deep. You swallow hard, nodding as you grind against him again. “‘M sorry, Beom,” you whimper, letting your head fall to his shoulder. “I’ll be good. I promise.” 

Your words send a shiver down his spine, and before you can react, he stands up from the couch, holding you up by your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist immediately, holding onto him tighter. You don’t need to watch where he is going to know, your back hitting the soft mattress of your bed soon after. 

He pulls down your skirt without a moment of hesitation, his own clothes going off right after. You watch him from the bed, admiring him just like you did the first time you saw him naked. You could never get enough of the view. You hook your fingers with your panties, hoping to get them down as well but he stops you before you can do anything, pinning your hands on your side. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Undressing so you can fuck your jealousy into me?” You grin. You’re a brat but god, does it drive him crazy. “I want them on,” he says, not waiting for your reaction as he spreads your legs apart and kneels between them. Your eyes widen as he rubs his leaking cock on top of your already soaked panties, moans leaving your lips again. 

“Beomie, please,” you beg, trying to close your legs from all the pleasure. He holds them open for you, paying it no attention as his eyes focus on your pussy. “Please, what, hm?” 

You whine as you try thrusting your hips against him, making him scoff. “Words, love. I want words.” Your cheeks turn red as you watch him, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. “Please just fuck me. I can’t– I need more.” 

Beomgyu smirks, lifting your panties just enough to slide his cock under them, rubbing it over your clit. “Are you going to wear something less revealing for your next performance?” There’s nothing you can do about your outfit or the attention it brings you, you both know that, and still, a broken “yes,” leaves your lips, finally giving you the pleasure you’ve been asking for as he slides his tip in. 

Your eyes roll back and you thrust your hips against his, feeling him sink deeper. “So good, baby,” he groans, his hand finding yours as he slowly thrusts into you, picking up his speed before you can get used to it. Your moans and his groans soon echo through the whole room, driving you crazier by each second. 

You barely register his movements except for the way he moves in you until he leans closer to you and claims your lips again. When he pulls back, you notice your torn panties wrapped around his fist. Your eyes widen but before you can say something, another harsh thrust comes your way and all that leaves your mouth is a broken gasp. 

“Beom, I’m gonna–” your voice breaks again and he just hums, his right hand moving between your bodies to rub gentle circles on your clit with his thumb. “Come for me, baby,” he coos, kissing you again. His lips move against yours in an open mouthed kiss, swallowing every one of your moans as you fall apart under him. 

He grabs your waist firmly, holding you in place as he chases his own high, cursing under his breath and mumbling barely audible praises before filling you up, his thrusts now soft and slow so you can both ride out your orgasms. You whine in protest when he pulls out and you feel his cum spilling out, clenching around nothing. 

“I think I’ll have to ask for more sexy concepts and choreographies if it gets you like this,” you exhale a laugh and he glares at you immediately. “Don’t even joke about that. I will hunt down anyone who thought it was a good idea to make you dance like that for other people.” You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and brushing your lips against his. “I know you will, baby. That’s why I love you.”

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi there!

Your angst is pretty great and I'm addicted to reading angsty stuff and I hardly request things so hopefully I do this right without taking your creative freedom away. I was thinking Eddie x Reader are friends, she likes him and he knows she does without telling her; he's unsure how he feels but he drunkenly makes out with her at a party or something, obviously leading her on. Once she confronts him about it, he's awkward and doesn't make a big deal about it though it meant a lot to her. You can decide their fate. If you do choose to write this, thank you. 😚

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

Can a kiss change anything?

Y/N couldn't remember when she fell in love with Eddie. It felt as if she was always in love with him and didn't have a single day where she didn't. She wished more than anything to tell him but she was too scared. She was scared she'd make him run, drop her, ruin their friendship and never talk to her again.

She wasn't aware Eddie knew about her feelings. She thought she was good at keeping it a secret but Eddie wasn't as oblivious as people thought. He could see it in the way she looked at him, how her skin turned warm whenever he touched her, and the small changes from a friend to a crush.

He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He thought she was a beautiful girl but the idea of her being with someone else didn't twist his stomach. He enjoyed his time with her, but he didn't crave to be by her side all day. He never thought about his feelings for her until he realized hers. But even then, he didn't feel any different. He did like the attention he got from her, and how she hung on to every word he said. She made him feel confident. He liked that she had a crush but he didn't like her.

Y/N was in her own world where she pictured Eddie realizing his feelings one day and then they'll be together forever. It was fate that she believed in. He just hadn't realized it yet.

~~~

Y/N was giggling as she and Eddie took another shot. They were seated at the dead bar, spending all the cash Eddie made at the party before.

"Isn't this so much better than staying with all those losers?" Eddie said as he slammed down another shot and called for another.

"I only care about being with you anyway," she said as she gagged on the shot. "Fuck that's awful!"

Eddie ignored the first part of her sentence, laughing at her suffering from the shot. "Looks like you need another," he teased as he called for another.

"I'm so drunk!" She groaned as she placed her head on the sticky bar.

"That's gross!" Eddie laughed, "here pick up your head," he demanded. She listened, lifting her head. He placed his hand on the bar, his palm to the air as he told her to lay down on it.

She smiled against his hand as she rested. Her heart beamed at the small gesture.

"But your head comes up when the shot arrives!"

~

With the alcohol at the party plus the after-party at the bar, they were both stumbling on their way out.

"Let's take a second for air!" Y/N said as she inhaled the cold air. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. Eddie leaned against the wall as he looked at her. Even drunk he wasn't sure how he felt. Sober or not, he was stuck with the same thing.

The music from the bar vibrated to the outside, and Y/N was in a dancing mood as she sprung off the wall. She reached her hand out and grabbed Eddie's hand, yanking him into her. He stumbled into her.

"Let's dance!" She giggled, holding Eddie's hand above them as she tried to make him spin. He laughed and obeyed, letting her spin him. He tried to ignore how everything continued to spin when he came to a halt. He returned the favor, spinning her around and around. She smiled as she danced with him in the alley of the bar, no matter where she was he made everything better.

She was far too gone to balance herself, tripping over her own foot as she headed for the ground. He was quick to yank her back up, right against his chest. She breathed heavily from the fear of falling, but also from being inches away from his face. Her smile dropped as she looked at his serious face.

She gulped as she felt the tension between them. His large hands on her back made her shiver, and the warmth of his body against her was heaven. He moved one hand to cup her cheek, his mind racing with the thought that if he kissed her, it would all make sense. Her heart raced as he closed his eyes and began leaning in.

She didn't want to wait, holding his face as she brought his face down to hers and crashed her lips against his. He was caught off guard by her impatience but went with it. He moved to wrap both his arms around her as he pressed her against his chest, deepening the kiss.

She felt like she was floating as the kiss turned into a make-out. Both were seemingly heavenly, gripping each other for more as their lips worked together. She shivered as she felt his tongue slowly push into her mouth. She held back a moan as her body was pressed against the building.

Eddie could feel her eagerness as he played with her tongue. He felt a growl in the back of his throat when her hands moved to his hair and pulled. The alcohol made all his decisions. Telling him to rock his hips against hers as they panted against each other. She wanted to go further as his hands moved around her body but she didn't want it to happen while they were drunk out of their minds. But she wasn't going to stop the kiss.

Eddie pulled away, feeling no air left in his lungs. He had to admit that the kiss was amazing. But was it because they were drunk? He tried to find the answers he wanted in her eyes as she fluttered them open. But all her eyes said was to kiss her again.

So he did.

~~~

Eddie didn't remember the rest of the night, but he woke up safely in his bed. His head hurt and his stomach needed to release all the alcohol he consumed.

"I hate being hungover," he groaned as he slowly crawled out of bed. He noticed water, pills and a note on his nightstand. He threw back the pills and grabbed the note.

"Call me when you wake up"

He knew the handwriting and well he spent the whole night with her so who else would have written him a note. He waited until his head and stomach settled before he gave her a call.

~

Y/N felt sick but she wasn't sure it was because she was hungover. After their kiss, she needed to talk about it. She needed to know where they stood and if they were ready to cross over the line.

A part of her was excited. He kissed her and didn't stop it, she figured that meant he realized he liked her. She welcomed herself in the trailer, not surprised to see Eddie wearing sunglasses as he lay on the couch.

He hissed as the sun cracked through the door. She quickly closed it and walked over to the couch. She smacked his legs and he moved them off the cushion, letting her sit.

"How are you feeling?" She asked

"Fucking dead," he groaned as he clenched his eyes underneath his sunglasses. She reached over and removed the glasses, ignoring his dramatic reaction.

"I need you to be serious for a second," she sighed. It wasn't often Eddie was in serious conversations and he never handled them well. "I want to talk about that make-out session we had at the bar."

Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortable by the topic. He had some time to think about it, even though his head felt like it was being pounded by a hammer. He felt guilty for how he felt because he didn't feel the way she wanted him to.

"Do we really need to talk about it? We got drunk and kissed. Do you know how many people get drunk and do shit they wouldn't have done sober?" He asked, he made the mistake of looking over at her. His stomach turned as a small pout formed on her face.

"So that's all it was. Just a drunken kiss?" She hated saying it out loud. She truly thought the kids would flick the switch and he'd like her back. She spent so much time hoping and wishing she hadn't prepared herself for him not liking her back.

"I'm sorry, I truly am so fucking sorry," he said as he reached over to hold her hand. "I shouldn't have done that when we were both drunk. I hate that I hurt you."

She tried to play it off, chuckling to herself. "Hurt me? Why would a little kiss hurt me? It's fine. We were drunk and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about it!"

"But we're not. I know that kiss meant something to you, I know you like me."

Y/N stopped breathing as she looked at him with wide eyes. Her stomach fell and his hand in hers no longer brought comfort. She wanted to deny it but it was no use. She slipped her hand out of his.

"When did you find out?" She asked

"I don't exactly remember. One day I just noticed you were different." He answered honestly.

"So you knew when you kissed me last night? Why would you give me that hope?" Her voice cracked and it made Eddie gulp.

"That's why I feel horrible! I was drunk and stupid. I've been trying to figure out if I could feel something for you and I thought If I kissed you I'd know."

She sadly nodded to herself. The truth was he didn't like her and she didn't know how to handle that.

"And you felt nothing at all?" The small bit of hope in her voice made his heart crack.

"I'm sorry," he said as gently as he could. "I wish I did to make this easier for you."

"You know, I could get over you not liking me. And I would have believed that you didn't want to hurt me. But you knew I liked you and kissed me. You knew it meant something to me and told me you'd never do it sober. You hurt my feelings."

Eddie panicked as she stood up, quickly reaching out for her.

"What can I do?" He begged

"I need space to figure it out," she sighed. "I'll call you," she gave a small goodbye and walked out.

Eddie nervously bit away at his fingernails as his stomach tightened with anxiety listening to the sound of her car peeling off.

Y/N tried to hold back tears as she drove away. She was embarrassed that all this time he knew how she felt and it crushed her to know there wasn't a single part of him that liked her and he wasn't ever going to.

She had to figure out how to move on from Eddie Munson.

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[kidicaruslover911]

a/n: writers block really is fucking me up girl I should be working on my blue eye samurai fic(s) but apparently my brain isn’t responsible for what wip it ends up working on 😭😭 you can imagine your faves tbh I just put whoever felt right…

wife!ningguang, wife!arlecchino and wife!rosaria who is a smoker and an elegant one too

wife!arlecchino who isn’t a chainsmoker and therefore doesn’t smell

husband!zhongli and wife!arlecchino who takes you out to test only the best wines and who you give those that you don’t like

wife!arlecchino who’ll only fall asleep with the two of you facing each other

wife!arlecchino and husband!wriothesley who usually has their hand resting on your lower back

wife!yae miko, wife!arlecchino and bf!venti who does the thing where she gently grazes her nails across your skin, be it your forearm, your nape or down your spine; it usually either calms your nerves or turns you the fuck on

husband!neuvilette and wife!clorinde who after a long day of work, does the thing where they folds their sleeves up and crosses their arms and they flex and- not always but they happens to have those veiny hands in an Angelina Jolie type of way. Look it up.

EYE CONTACT BRO; wife!dehya, husband!ayato, wife!arlecchino, bf!xiao and bf!heizou who always searches for your eyes in an attentive way, it doesn’t matter what the context is, you could be talking about pretty much anything and feel their gaze on you, not even to tease you or anything theyre just genuinely invested

gf!furina and bf!xiao who is touch starved and too shy to ask for physical affection so she always has her fingertips brushing against some part of your body; tugging a little on your clothing when she seeks for your closeness; they also bite the skin around their nails

wife!dehya and wife!navia who will braid and style your hair, always making sure it’s healthy; husband!ayato and gf!yunjin who is a skincare, hair care, nail care everything care girly idccc

wife!arlecchino, husband!neuvilette and wife!dehya who makes sure you give yourself grace and provides aftercare all the time (and not just after y’all do the horizontal tango-) you had a bad day? you got into an argument with someone? here comes the aftercare, snacks, shared bath, favorite food and self care because yes, everyone needs aftercare all the time

your fav! who is your therapist actually

[mattslutt]

I Didn’t Mean That - m.sturniolo

Dilf!Matt x Reader — One Shot

Angst with comfort, fluff ending, age gap, pet names.

summary: older boyfriend matt comes back from work exhausted and lets his anger out on you.

note : don’t like it, don’t read it:)

word count: 785.

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The front door slammed harder than usual.

You flinched from the couch, where you’d been curled up waiting for him. “Matt?” you called softly.

He didn’t answer right away. You heard his heavy footsteps, the thud of keys tossed on the table, and then the sound of him sighing—long and ragged, like the day had bled him dry.

You stood up and padded over to him in your oversized sleep shirt, bare feet silent on the hardwood. “Hey, you okay?” you asked gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Can I just have a minute?” he snapped.

Your hand froze. “I—sorry, I just wanted—”

“Jesus, baby, I don’t need coddling right now. Can you not hover for five seconds?”

The words were like ice water down your back. You blinked at him, swallowing hard. “I was just worried about you,” you whispered.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his tired face and walking past you. “I don’t need you fussing like I’m some fucking child.”

You nodded quickly, eyes stinging. “Okay,” you murmured, already backing away. “I’ll… I’ll just be in the room.”

You didn’t wait to see if he responded. You tapped upstairs and closed the bedroom door behind you, your chest already tightening. Your throat burned as you sat on the edge of the bed, your lip trembling before the first quiet sob broke loose. You didn’t want to cry—he was just tired, you knew that—but it still hurt. You’d only wanted to help. You loved him.

Matt sat on the couch downstairs in the quiet, staring blankly at the wall.

The sound of the door closing and your broken voice echoed downstairs to his ears like a curse.

Fuck.

He ran both hands through his hair and stood abruptly. “Goddammit,” he whispered. He’d come home like a storm and destroyed the one soft thing in his life.

A few minutes later, you heard a soft knock. You wiped your cheeks fast and turned away from the door. “Yeah?” you said, trying to sound okay.

It opened slowly.

Matt stepped in, eyes immediately falling on your hunched shoulders and your blotchy cheeks. His face crumpled with guilt.

“Oh, angel…”

You didn’t answer.

He sank to his knees in front of you, resting his hands gently on your thighs. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You couldn’t—not at first. He’d never spoken to you like that before, not once. And he looked so tired. Older than usual. But your heart still hurt.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to your knee. “I took my day out on you and you didn’t deserve that. You were just trying to take care of me. I was an asshole.”

You bit your lip, your fingers trembling in your lap. “You said you didn’t need me,” you whispered.

Matt looked up quickly, pain in his eyes. “No, baby, no. Don’t say that. I need you more than anything. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I was just… angry at everything else and I let it spill on you. I swear to God, beautiful, I didn’t mean a word of it.”

He stood up slowly and sat beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand gently brushing the tears from your cheek.

“You’re my peace, baby. You come to me soft and sweet after this fucked-up world chews me up, and I just… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You finally leaned into him, your voice muffled against his chest. “I was just scared I upset you.”

Matt held you tighter, kissing the top of your head. “Never, sweetheart. You calm me. I’m just stupid sometimes. Too old and too set in my ways, maybe. But I love you. So much it scares me.”

You nodded against him, arms slowly wrapping around his middle. “I love you too.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said softly. “Let me run you a bath. Rub your back. Kiss every inch of that pretty face until you forget I ever raised my voice.”

You finally smiled, eyes still wet. “Okay.”

“There’s my girl,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ear. “My sweet, soft, perfect angel. God, I don’t deserve you.”

He kissed you slow—gentle and deep and full of regret. You melted into him, forgiving him piece by piece with every brush of his lips, every whispered “I love you, baby” against your skin.

He made good on every word.

And by the end of the night, you were asleep in his arms, safe again in the arms of the man who may have been tired and rough around the edges… but loved you with everything he had.

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i MIGHT start writing more dilf matt cuz it’s sexy. anyway. bai :3

[ninikrumbs]

The look of love, the rush of blood

Sukuna x reader. est relationship. down bad Sukuna

BoyfriendSukuna wasn't clingy or needy. He's not the type to cry over a day without seeing you, nor is he the type to pester you with constant messages or calls about your where abouts and annoying you to come see him. A simple text about your plans for the day or even a post it note on the fridge -for the days you slept over which was almost everyday - was enough for him. He was possessive, but he can survive a day or two without you.

Or so he thought.

BoyfriendSukuna was dropping you off your best friends house for an impromptu sleepover. Your best friend just got dumped and now you need to be her shoulder to cry on or whatever. That was fine or at least it was until you mentioned that you didn't know when you'll be sleeping over his place cause apparently these things "take time" and are "unpredictable."

Surprising even himself, he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He realized if you weren't sleeping over his apartment, he'd usually crawl into your bed late at night. Still he thought it wasn't a necessity, that falling asleep next to you was a want not a need. Yet now that he doesn't have that option..

Vein throbbing, Sukuna can give your best friend tonight, but tomorrow you will be back on his bed where you belong.

You were saying your final goodbyes in front of his car window. Eyes bright and laced with a warmth he believes you only reserve for him, "Bye, Kuna! Ill give you updates everyday!"

He grits his teeth. Why did it sound like you were going on a month long cruise?

"Oi." He calls out before you could turn around.

Tilting your head, "Kuna?"

For a moment he kept quiet. Carmine eyes taking their time drinking you in, having his fill of you as if he won't see you for weeks. They snap to back to your pretty face, tracing every slope and curve. "Come closer, brat."

And you do which makes his lips curl a bit. Always so obedient for him.

With his left hand, his touch firm yet gentle on the back of your head as he pushes your face towards his.

Soft lips against his rough ones, kissing you long and fervently, devouring you whole in one kiss. He feels you melting into it, whimpering such pretty sounds into his mouth. The tension finally eases out of him and it takes everything in him to pull away.

"Ill pick you up tomorrow," He murmurs against your lips, breath mingling with yours.

You blink. Once. Twice, "But Kuna-"

He cuts you off with another kiss, but softer this time. Gentle even. "No buts, brat. Ill pick you up tomorrow evening at the latest. She gets no more than that. You can visit here everyday for all I care, but you're sleeping with me."

A knowing smile teases your lips, "Are you gonna miss me that much, Kuna?"

"Shut up." He grunts, rolling your eyes at how pleased you look.

You burst out laughing and he hates at how pathetically melts at the sound. How it makes his insides warm like some love sick fool.

After brushing a imaginary tear from your eye, you lean back to his face and press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry. Ill have one of our other friends sleepover tomorrow night."

"Whatever."

Your smile widens into a grin, "I'll just tell them my big bad boyfriend can't sleep without me."

"Don't you dare-"

You run towards the door before he could do anything, laughter ringing out the driveway. And the way you smile makes his chest tighten in the most pathetic way.

The moment you disappear from view. He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

Fuck.

He didn't realized he was so down bad that going home without you felt like a life sentence.

So pathetic. So damn pathetic for you.

[visforvengeance]

Where you been, baby?

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: and here’s stack!!!! So this can be read as a standalone or apart of a series. It’s kind of similar to the one for smoke but not exactly. This WILL be posted on AO3. Enjoy!

Warnings: mmm not smut exactly. But not sfw either ya know what I’m sayin. Ok. I didn’t necessarily feel any way about Mary as a character. She was just there tbh. But all love to Hailee, I love her down. There’s just some Mary slander here lmao

Smoke x reader

You could hear the music outside of the mill as clear as day. There had been bodies hanging around. Some dancing, some drinking, some…better left unsaid. You made your way to the entrance. You didn’t even get the option of waiting in line before Cornbread saw you and ushered you right on inside.

It looked just how you’d imagined inside. Warm lighting, joyous faces. It ignited something in you. Recognition. Reminiscence. Nostalgia. It had been a long, quiet time while the twins were gone. And, maybe that was for the better. But you couldn’t say you didn’t miss it.

As you were walking to the bar, you managed to lock eyes with one twin. Your twin, Stack. He had Mary hanging off of his arm, and he was mid-puff when he saw you. Mary had been too wrapped up in herself to notice that Stack had suddenly stopped paying attention to her and focused on you instead.

Still, you walked on until you reached it. Taking a seat beside the pair, ignoring Stack’s stare. You warmly greeted Annie,

“How ya doin', Annie?”

She beamed at you, pulling you over the bar to squeeze you into a hug. All of you had grown up close together, but you and Stack grew closer. You were each other’s first everything. And, because of that, you thought that meant it’d stay that way. But, no, it didn’t. You caught Stack with Mary one night, and it had been a cycle of heartbreak ever since then.

Elias obviously loved you more than her, more than anything. But with that realization came fear. The twins were on a warpath. And, he couldn’t have you there for it. He wouldn’t. So, he left it all. He knew it would hurt you. Hell, it even hurt him, too. But, it was for the best after all. Right?

“Lemme get a shot of whiskey, please.”

Annie began serving up your shot when you heard Mary speak up beside you.

“Well, look what the cat done dragged in.”

Annie tried to diffuse the situation because she knew how both of you could be. But, Stack just watched, intrigued. Everyone knew you didn’t start problems, but you sure as hell could finish them. And, Mary was always a problem.

“Now, Annie, wasn’t I just here minding my business?”

“Don’t y’all bring that mess in here. This is a celebratory night. Take it outside if y’all gon fight.”

You really hadn’t planned to fight. You were even willing to let it slide if Mary would just shut the hell up. But she never did know her place.

“No, Ms. Annie, it ain’t gon be no fighting tonight. I just came to congratulate the twins, give them a little warm welcome back home,”

You looked over to Stack, who still had his eyes only on you. He looked damn good, you’ll give him that. But, nothing more. He didn’t deserve to know just how much you missed him. And how much his leaving had affected you.

“Welcome home, baby. We missed you.”

Elias didn’t miss the wink you threw at him, nor did Mary.

“Oh, bitch, who do you think you walking in here like that?”

So foul-mouthed, that one. Almost like she was trying to compensate for something? Who knows. However, Stack wasn’t going to tolerate her disrespecting you. No matter how much she thinks he’s over you, that was never really the case.

It was always you. Only you. Why he had to go and fuck that up? He never fucking knew. But it’s just you.

While he shoved her out of the juke joint, you made your way to the dancefloor. Sammie had been playing on stage, and the whiskey had hit you harder and faster than you thought it would. You could feel the bass in your bones as the ground shook from the stomping and music.

You were in your own little world until you felt a body slide up against yours so perfectly you melded together. His warmth was what got you first. Next, the feeling of his hands all over you. Years of missing how they felt against your soft skin.

Then his scent circled around you. He smelled like smoke, alcohol, and the earth. It made you dizzy. He turned you around so you were facing him. Still so close together that you were breathing each other in. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this feeling.

“I really was only coming to say hi and welcome, you know.”

He wasn’t listening as his lips were on your neck, kissing and sucking, desperately trying to eat and inhale you at the same time.

“You wasn’t even gonna tell me you was back here, huh?”

His hands gripped at the fat of your ass, pulling you into him. You could feel his erection against your stomach. Still kissing. Still sucking. Still trying to devour you piece by piece.

“Elias..”

He stopped, resting his head on your shoulder. Inhale. Exhale.

Softly, “I was scared to see ya.”

Stack didn’t usually talk about his feelings, at least not with anyone other than his brother or you. So, it was no surprise when you were met with the softer, more vulnerable side of him than usual. And, it’d been so long since he could really talk about his feelings. The ones he couldn’t share with his big brother.

“I was scared.”

“Which time? When you left or when you came back?”

“Both.”

That was the first time in a long time that he’d been honest with anyone other than himself.

Your hand caressed his cheek, like how you used to when he was laid up in your bed. You forced him to look at you; he’d been doing so all night, but now the ground floor was more interesting.

“What were you so afraid of, Elias?”

Man, he really didn’t want to answer that. That’s a whole new layer of vulnerability that he’d have to learn to break down. One that no one had seen, not even you.

“How was I gon keep you safe? I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. So I left.”

You wanted to be mad at him. Be fucking angry like you should be. But, you just couldn’t.

“So, what about now? You gon leave me high and dry after tonight?”

He had just gotten back into your life, and neither of you wanted him out of it again. Stack knew you missed him more than you were willing to admit, and he’d get on his knees and beg for you to give him another chance if that’s what it took.

Maybe this new version of the two of you could work out better than before. But, what if you don’t? Were you willing to go through that heartbreak again? You refused to be someone’s second choice again. Not even for him.

“If we gon do this again, I need to know you ain’t gon leave me again.”

Elias would not make the same mistake twice, no matter what. He just got you back, and he’d do whatever it took to keep his baby right here with him.

“I ain’t going nowhere without you this time, girl.”

Your eyes lingered on his for a minute. Despite their usual hard exterior, the twins wore their emotions on their sleeves. It was never outright noticeable. But when Smoke was angry, there’d be a permanent scowl on his face. When Stack was sad, it was almost like he wasn’t connected with reality. Like he was detached.

What you saw on his face now was just truth. The man made promises, and he didn’t always keep them. But tonight, he’d decided that loving you how you should’ve been loved was something he’d do forever. Even on his last day on earth.

Your lips locked with each other, slow and passionate. There was curiosity, too. A bitter trace of sadness. But, a whole lotta want and need. Stack had decided from that moment on, regardless of what life threw at him, he was not going to suffer it through with you by his side.

[pedriosofia]

NSFW ALPHABET, PEDRI GONZALEZ.﹙001﹚

➤ Summary: A to Z of what he would be like in bed.

➤ Warning: SMUT +18, Mention of sex, mention of reader.

➤ Author's note: Translated into English, meaning there may be spelling errors.

A = Aftercare (how they look after sex)

Pedri is the type of person who cleans you with great affection, kisses your forehead, pulls you to his chest and rubs your back until you fall asleep. He likes to hear from you afterwards, to know if it was good, if you want something different. He needs that moment.

B = Body part (his and his partner's favorite part of the body)

He loves the curve of your waist, where his hands fit naturally as he pulls you towards him. You? He loves it when you kiss his neck — it gives him goosebumps.

You love his hands. Strong, sure, and when they're where you want them... well, you know.

C = Cum (basically anything to do with sperm)

He loves to cum inside you, but only when he can — with a condom or on the right days. The idea of "filling you up" drives him completely crazy. He also loves to see you licking him afterwards.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, their dirty secret)

Sometimes he masturbates thinking about things you haven't done yet. Like picking you up at the gym or in the locker room at Camp Nou. He's thought about recording you — but hasn't had the courage to ask yet.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

He's not a veteran, but he knows what he's doing. He learns quickly, listens to his body. He likes to test what works. You? You also know what you want, and together you've become masters in tune.

F = Favorite position

He loves to take you sideways, with one leg over his. He can look at you, kiss you, and still go deep. You love it when he turns you over and whispers things in your ear while he fucks you.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious at the moment? Is he funny? etc.)

Every now and then he'll crack a joke in the middle of it — especially if you're being really serious. But overall, it's intense. When you laugh together during sex, it just makes everything more intimate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they?)

Always trimmed, well cared for. He likes you to keep it the way you want, but he loves it when you appear all smooth — he notices, even without commenting. And he kisses every part.

I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment? the romantic aspect)

Having sex with him is never just physical. He looks into your eyes, compliments you, calls you "my life". There are days when you cum while hugging each other, almost crying from feeling so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

He does, of course. But it's slowed down since you started. He'd much rather have you. But he loves it when you masturbate in front of him - he can't even watch for five minutes.

K = Kink

He has a soft spot for light submission — you giving the orders, he obeys. But he also loves it when you beg. Hands tied, blindfolds, and dirty words... he's into it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

He loves places where they shouldn't be: cars, dressing rooms, building stairs. But nothing beats the couch in his house — a little uncomfortable, but that's where it all started.

M = Motivation (what excites them, what keeps them going)

Seeing you in lingerie? That's it. You wearing his shirt? Damnation. But what turns him on the most is hearing you moan softly. It's instant combustion.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, discouraging)

Nothing that involves real pain or major humiliation. He doesn't like to see you uncomfortable. Anything that takes away the connection — it's out.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to suck you. Like, really waste your time. He stays there until he makes you tremble. Receive? He loves it too, but he gets even crazier when you look up with your mouth full.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Or, Slow and sensual? etc.).

Alternate well - start slow and provocative, then go deep and merciless. But always pay attention to whether you're enjoying it.

Q = Quickie (your opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Amman. In the bathroom before going out, in a dark corner at a party, or even during a break in training. It's pure adrenaline. But then you want a full round.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment? Are they risk takers? etc.)

He loves a little risk. An unlocked door, almost getting caught. Having you in public, even if it's just with his fingers, is his biggest addiction.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last? How long do they last?)

Holds up well. Usually two rounds with stamina — and still gets excited for a third if you provoke him. Likes marathons on the weekends.

T = Toys (Do they have toys? Do they use them? In a partner)

He has a few—a vibrator he holds while he fucks you, and soft handcuffs. He likes to watch you squirm in them. And he's always open for more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's the king of provocation. He makes you beg, stops you right on the edge of orgasm, leaves you wet all day long just with messages. He likes to see you lose control.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud, but he lets out deep moans and muffled groans in your ear. You? He loves it when you moan loudly—he shows off when he makes you scream.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You have a playlist just for the two of you — and he’s already “accidentally” put it on in the car with his friends. He blushes, but inside he’s all proud.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Athletic, defined body. Strong thighs, firm abdomen. Thick, proportional cock, visible veins — and you already know what he can do with that.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He wants you all the time. He sends you a message in the middle of training, comes home and grabs you by the waist. He misses you even when you sleep together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After all, he quickly falls asleep — but only if you're in his arms. If you get up, he wakes up. It's as if your body is his favorite pillow.

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[sinisterexaggerator]

OK, my main issues with the Bane arc are as follows, while some can be explained away with headcanons or critical thinking skills, lol. Still. They bother me because it left US to do the work and did not properly elaborate on the how or why, or the who these people are even?!

Bane takes his style from a mentor who we don’t see his relationship with him at all yet are supposed to believe he cared about him within his five minutes or less of screentime. Cared enough to take up his hat and his mantle. I get he was left in charge of the gang, but they didn’t show that either, yet his guys come to pick him up once the transport arrives?? Then it’s straight to the Police Station? I have no doubt Bane would look up to someone who gave him a roof over his head when he was homeless and was starving, but I just wish we had seen more. Why he cared so much about his passing.

He ditched his friend right off the bat for a guy he just met. I mean, I guess it makes sense he could do that for his love of credits, and his fear of the cops, but that was the first betrayal, and it was Bane betraying Niro and not the other way around.

Arin was cool enough in her own right but the very first scene we see her she is already holding her stomach like she preggo. She was worried from the outset about telling Bane she’s knocked up, and that’s all she was there for—to serve as a plot device between two men.

The fact she leaves Bane for his best friend turned enemy after they meet one time. Did you even love Bane? And of all the people to marry, why Niro? Is it because of closeness to Bane you chose him? Is it because you didn’t want your child to grow up a bastard and fatherless? Smells like teen pregnancy and a shit situation for a girl caught between a rock and a hard place.

Thug / cop / good guy / bad guy trope with a love interest caught in the middle so cliché and overdone and did not like, tbh.

Why was Bane so delulu about Arin wanting to see him after being in prison for so many years and no one heard anything about her or seen her? Yeah, we can say he didn’t get messages in prison, but really?? No one told him anything??

Niro says she died a few years ago—did she die while “giving birth?” Did passing that huge ass egg kill her?

WHY DID THEY HAVE TO KILL HER OFF SCREEN?

Colby. I cannot get behind the name Colby, I am sorry. I see people’s reasonings for their acceptance of it and just no, not for me.

Why was he already called Cad? Why no backstory as to why he renamed himself Cad Bane? Shouldn’t there have been a lead up to that? It’s literally just a nickname he goes by? How unoriginal. I expected more.

They did not show how he got so good with blasters. Did Lazlo teach him offscreen somewhere? I suppose we’re supposed to guess or use inference here, but not all viewers are that smart HAHA.

Where did he get the accent from all of a sudden? Did he steal that from Lazlo too? Kid Bane didn’t talk that way but all of a sudden young adult Bane does.

The whole “you took everything from me” bit is still kind of a weird thing to say. I know fandom is explaining it in different ways. I just have to assume he means his freedom, his girl, his right to vengeance, his right to choose in terms of Arin stopping him from another duel and that it was stolen out from under him. But that’s not Niro’s fault??

They never explained “why” Arin couldn’t tell Bane. Was it because she was afraid of what he would say? Again we have to assume here. Of course the man would be conflicted, and he’s a known hothead.

Why did they say he got off on a technicality?? Are murderers not given life sentences in Star Wars?? Why not a prison break scene—much more fitting. Lazy writing, imo. But. They only had so much time I guess.

What the fuck was the point of making him a dad?? Are they going to revisit this in the future? Is he going to have—god forbid—a redemption arc?? Is he going to have to face-off against his own kid, and maybe show just how much more of a bastard he is ( hope so )?

This story in and of itself did not convince me of why he is the way that he is. If anything it showed he does care about people, like Arin, and even briefly his “son” before he is turned away. So how does that explain how he is so ruthless, coldblooded, a baby kidnapper, etc? Of course I guess that is up for us to decide, and decide we will. I can only imagine it erodes his psyche overtime, what with regret and all, and that lingering knowledge of fuck I have a kid out there—unless yeah, no big deal. Didn’t actually give a fuck about his girlfriend beyond her being some kind of prize to be won, and he just … writes him off. We can INFER it is for the best; he thinks he would be terrible as a dad; he knows he couldn’t raise the boy for the lifestyle he chose .. but again. Why. Just why. This wasn’t needed.

WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE BOBA VS. BANE ARC. IT WAS RIGHT THERE.

AND IF HE CAN'T EVEN TAKE HIS OWN KID UNDER HIS WING, WHY WOULD HE TAKE UP JANGO'S?? Because he owed him a favor?? So he didn't owe Arin anything then?? HmMMmMM

[juicycoutureheaux]

Ladybug! Reader x Omni!Mark

A/N: This is my first Invincible fic, like ever. I’ve finished what’s released of the Show and I’m obsessed. (I’m going to start reading the comics. It’s seriously great.) I’ve seen different fics of Miraculous Ladybug crossovers and thought I’d give it a try. (I am SO sorry if it’s trash)

(I’m also going to be releasing a multi chapter fic that’s going to be another crossover, it’s just another beast entirely. ) 🙃

TW: Mentions of CA, and death.

The Invinci-War had begun.

Chaos broke out everywhere. The whole world was affected by the destruction the variants were orchestrating.

“This is disastrous,” Tikki said from the safety of your purse.

“I know. This is worse than anything we’ve ever seen. Do you think… there’s a version of us in every universe too?” you asked, fiddling with your ear — an old habit from childhood.

“There is. Kaalki creates portals, just like the man behind all this chaos,” Tikki said gravely.

Angstrom.

You’d learned Angstrom Levy had brought the “evil” Marks into your dimension to destroy your Mark — and everything else with him.

No one knew your identity.

Not Cecil.

Not the GDA.

Not even the other heroes. It was the only way to truly protect herself and those close to her. It was a massive burden to bear.

You had always used the kwamis to cover your tracks. Mark had once saved you while you were in civilian clothes, but you used Trixx’s illusions to create a false “Ladybug” appearance at the same time, throwing off suspicion.

But you hadn’t considered other universes.

Had your identity been revealed elsewhere? Had those other Marks killed you?

Or worse — had you helped them destroy the world?

You pushed the thoughts away. Doubt was dangerous.

You had been entrusted with the Miraculous for a reason.

Master Fu wouldn’t have chosen you if your heart was corrupt.

Believe in yourself, Y/N.

You took a steadying breath.

“Tikki, spots on.”

You were gliding through the ruined city, helping survivors reach safety, when you saw them:

The Marks were gathering.

What are they doing? you wondered, staying hidden behind a crumbling wall.

The neighborhood had already been evacuated. Only wreckage remained — and a few familiar places every Mark seemed to recognize.

Out of the original nineteen variants, only eight remained.

You stayed low, listening.

“I miss Mom. I’m gonna take her and bring her back to my world,” one Mark said, voice cracking.

“You fucking crybaby,” another sneered — the one with the mohawk.

“I’m gonna hang that bug on her stupid fucking yo-yo,” said a Mark wearing a black and yellow suit.

The others went quiet for a moment.

“…You have her in your world?” asked a Mark in Viltrumite garb.

“Of course he does, dumbass! We all do!” Mohawk Mark said, laughing cruelly.

They began arguing — about you.

You listened in horror as they confirmed it:

In almost every universe, you existed — and somehow, you were always the thorn in their side.

“I executed every single one of those “heroes” in my world,” one Mark bragged. “She’s the only one who outlasted me. I’m going to find out who she is — and then I’m going to kill the bitch in every universe,” the one in black and yellow growled.

“…You don’t know her identity?” asked a Mark hidden under a full hood.

“Do you?” Mohawk Mark mocked.

“No.”

Sinister Mark roared. “What the fuck! None of you?!”

They were quiet from anguish and humiliation.

It’s kind of sexy, though,” Mohawk Mark snickered. “Skin-tight costume and all…”

The Mark in an Omni-Man suit cut him off sharply.

“That’s enough.”

“What, you got a crush on the Ladybug?” Mohawk mocked.

“No. She’s a worthy opponent. Would you talk about her like that if she were a man?”

Mohawk Mark blew a raspberry in response.

“Whatever. The Mark of this universe is such a pussy. The Ladybug here must be a lot less feisty,” Sinister Mark muttered.

“How can you be so sure? We haven’t even seen her!” Hooded Mark pointed out.

You knew you couldn’t risk staying hidden much longer.

You whispered, “Trixx, I need your help.”

“I got you, Ladybug!” Trixx said cheerfully.

“Trixx, let’s pounce!”

Moments later, a fake Ladybug illusion zipped by, taunting them.

The Marks took the bait, racing after the illusion.

You were exhausted after fighting the variants, ducking behind rubble to catch your breath.

Tikki was fading fast, her glow dimming.

You thought you were safe — until you turned around and saw him.

The Omni-Man variant of Mark.

He stood there, silent, arms crossed.

You hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

Your stomach dropped.

“I don’t know who that is,” you said, clutching your yo-yo tighter.

He smirked — a broken, rigid thing, like it hurt him to show any expression at all.

“I know it’s you. You don’t have to hide. You pinch your earlobe just like she did.”

You didn’t move. You’d always seen the good in people — maybe even too much.

But your instincts screamed at you to be careful.

He stepped closer. You tensed.

“I never thought I’d see you like this. Grown up. A hero. You’re strong in this universe.”

“What about the Ladybug in your world?” you asked carefully.

“There was no Ladybug in my world.”

You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, listening to Omni-Mark as he recounted the horror of his past.

In his universe, you hadn’t been adopted by John and Edward.

You’d grown up with your biological parents — abusive, cruel people treated you like a burden.

The only person who cared for you had been Mark.

He had promised he’d save you when he got his powers.

He never got the chance.

“They killed you,” he said bitterly. “Claimed you fell down the stairs. But I knew it wasn’t true.”

You stared at him, numb.

In your world, your adoptive fathers were gentle, loving — your whole world.

The idea that another version of you had suffered so much shattered something inside you.

“I hope your parents in this universe are more kind–obviously they are, you’re alive.” He spoke, the weight of carrying the anguish so long on his shoulders cracking his calm facade.

“My parents would never hurt me,” you said quietly. “I have two dads. I’m an only child.”

Omni-Mark looked confused.

“In my world… you had a mom and a dad. And siblings.”

You buried your face in your knees.

“In that world, I must have been with my birth family,” you whispered. “My dads mentioned my mom didn’t…she had too many kids already. That her husband–

He reached for you, but stopped himself.

“I just…” he said hesitantly. “Can I see your face? Just once. Please. Even if you’re not her.”

You hesitated.

How could you trust him?

“What happened after?” you asked instead.

His hands clenched at his sides.

“I snapped,” he said. “Cecil wanted me to help defend humanity. I couldn’t. Not after what humanity did to you. My mother… she told me there was no proof they hurt you. She lied. In a way she sided with the monsters.”

You sat there, frozen, as he confessed it all.

He smiled softly. “You used to love fairies. Always carried books around about them.”

You blinked.

You had been obsessed with fairies when you were ten. It had been the last summer you and your Mark were inseparable.

“I still dance,” you said quietly. “I studied in Paris once. That’s where I met the Guardian of the Miraculous. I saved his life, and he gave me the Ladybug.”

His smile grew bittersweet. “I believe it. You’ve always had a pure heart. You blamed yourself for everything back then…why they were hurting you… but it was never your fault.”

Moved by something you couldn’t name, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He stiffened, then relaxed, unclenching his fists.

He asked again, so softly you could barely hear it:

“Please. Let me see her face.”

You exhaled slowly.

“Tikki, spots off,” you whispered.

Your transformation faded.

He stared at you, tears glimmering in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “You look like…who she would have grown into. Who she should have…”

He gently cradled your face, his hands trembling, like you would disappear before his eyes.

Before you could even react, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was soft. Sweet even.

Your first kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I might’ve ruined everything in my world,” he whispered, “but I’m not going to let it happen here. I swear it.”

He pulled away, his expression fierce with determination — and then he was gone, flying off into the chaos.

You sat there, heart pounding, wondering what you had just unleashed.

The Invinci-War had begun.

Chaos broke out everywhere. The whole world was affected by the destruction the variants were orchestrating.

“This is disastrous,” Tikki said from the safety of your purse.

“I know. This is worse than anything we’ve ever seen. Do you think… there’s a version of us in every universe too?” you asked, fiddling with your ear — an old habit from childhood.

“There is. Kaalki creates portals, just like the man behind all this chaos,” Tikki said gravely.

Angstrom.

You’d learned Angstrom Levy had brought the “evil” Marks into your dimension to destroy your Mark — and everything else with him.

No one knew your identity.

Not Cecil.

Not the GDA.

Not even the other heroes. It was the only way to truly protect herself and those close to her. It was a massive burden to bear.

You had always used the kwamis to cover your tracks. Mark had once saved you while you were in civilian clothes, but you used Trixx’s illusions to create a false “Ladybug” appearance at the same time, throwing off suspicion.

But you hadn’t considered other universes.

Had your identity been revealed elsewhere? Had those other Marks killed you?

Or worse — had you helped them destroy the world?

You pushed the thoughts away. Doubt was dangerous.

You had been entrusted with the Miraculous for a reason.

Master Fu wouldn’t have chosen you if your heart was corrupt.

Believe in yourself, Y/N.

You took a steadying breath.

“Tikki, spots on.”

You were gliding through the ruined city, helping survivors reach safety, when you saw them:

The Marks were gathering.

What are they doing? you wondered, staying hidden behind a crumbling wall.

The neighborhood had already been evacuated. Only wreckage remained — and a few familiar places every Mark seemed to recognize.

Out of the original nineteen variants, only eight remained.

You stayed low, listening.

“I miss Mom. I’m gonna take her and bring her back to my world,” one Mark said, voice cracking.

“You fucking crybaby,” another sneered — the one with the mohawk.

“I’m gonna hang that bug on her stupid fucking yo-yo,” said a Mark wearing a black and yellow suit.

The others went quiet for a moment.

“…You have her in your world?” asked a Mark in Viltrumite garb.

“Of course he does, dumbass! We all do!” Mohawk Mark said, laughing cruelly.

They began arguing — about you.

You listened in horror as they confirmed it:

In almost every universe, you existed — and somehow, you were always the thorn in their side.

“I executed every single one of those “heroes” in my world,” one Mark bragged. “She’s the only one who outlasted me. I’m going to find out who she is — and then I’m going to kill the bitch in every universe,” the one in black and yellow growled.

“…You don’t know her identity?” asked a Mark hidden under a full hood.

“Do you?” Mohawk Mark mocked.

“No.”

Sinister Mark roared. “What the fuck! None of you?!”

They were quiet from anguish and humiliation.

It’s kind of sexy, though,” Mohawk Mark snickered. “Skin-tight costume and all…”

The Mark in an Omni-Man suit cut him off sharply.

“That’s enough.”

“What, you got a crush on the Ladybug?” Mohawk mocked.

“No. She’s a worthy opponent. Would you talk about her like that if she were a man?”

Mohawk Mark blew a raspberry in response.

“Whatever. The Mark of this universe is such a pussy. The Ladybug here must be a lot less feisty,” Sinister Mark muttered.

“How can you be so sure? We haven’t even seen her!” Hooded Mark pointed out.

You knew you couldn’t risk staying hidden much longer.

You whispered, “Trixx, I need your help.”

“I got you, Ladybug!” Trixx said cheerfully.

“Trixx, let’s pounce!”

Moments later, a fake Ladybug illusion zipped by, taunting them.

The Marks took the bait, racing after the illusion.

You were exhausted after fighting the variants, ducking behind rubble to catch your breath.

Tikki was fading fast, her glow dimming.

You thought you were safe — until you turned around and saw him.

The Omni-Man variant of Mark.

He stood there, silent, arms crossed.

You hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

Your stomach dropped.

“I don’t know who that is,” you said, clutching your yo-yo tighter.

He smirked — a broken, rigid thing, like it hurt him to show any expression at all.

“I know it’s you. You don’t have to hide. You pinch your earlobe just like she did.”

You didn’t move. You’d always seen the good in people — maybe even too much.

But your instincts screamed at you to be careful.

He stepped closer. You tensed.

“I never thought I’d see you like this. Grown up. A hero. You’re strong in this universe.”

“What about the Ladybug in your world?” you asked carefully.

“There was no Ladybug in my world.”

You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, listening to Omni-Mark as he recounted the horror of his past.

In his universe, you hadn’t been adopted by John and Edward.

You’d grown up with your biological parents — abusive, cruel people treated you like a burden.

The only person who cared for you had been Mark.

He had promised he’d save you when he got his powers.

He never got the chance.

“They killed you,” he said bitterly. “Claimed you fell down the stairs. But I knew it wasn’t true.”

You stared at him, numb.

In your world, your adoptive fathers were gentle, loving — your whole world.

The idea that another version of you had suffered so much shattered something inside you.

“I hope your parents in this universe are more kind–obviously they are, you’re alive.” He spoke, the weight of carrying the anguish so long on his shoulders cracking his calm facade.

“My parents would never hurt me,” you said quietly. “I have two dads. I’m an only child.”

Omni-Mark looked confused.

“In my world… you had a mom and a dad. And siblings.”

You buried your face in your knees.

“In that world, I must have been with my birth family,” you whispered. “My dads mentioned my mom didn’t…she had too many kids already. That her husband–

He reached for you, but stopped himself.

“I just…” he said hesitantly. “Can I see your face? Just once. Please. Even if you’re not her.”

You hesitated.

How could you trust him?

“What happened after?” you asked instead.

His hands clenched at his sides.

“I snapped,” he said. “Cecil wanted me to help defend humanity. I couldn’t. Not after what humanity did to you. My mother… she told me there was no proof they hurt you. She lied. In a way she sided with the monsters.”

You sat there, frozen, as he confessed it all.

“I killed Nolan, he could hear what those awful people did to her– to you.”

He then smiled softly, it was unnerving. “You used to love fairies. Always carried books around about them.”

You blinked. It was completely out of leftfield

You had been obsessed with fairies when you were ten. It had been the last summer you and your Mark were inseparable.

“I still dance,” you said quietly. “I studied in Paris once. That’s where I met the Guardian of the Miraculous. I saved his life, and he gave me the Ladybug.”

His smile grew bittersweet. “I believe it. You’ve always had a pure heart. You blamed yourself for everything back then…why they were hurting you… but it was never your fault.”

Moved by something you couldn’t name, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He stiffened, then relaxed, unclenching his fists.

He asked again, so softly you could barely hear it:

“Please. Let me see her face.”

You exhaled slowly.

“Tikki, spots off,” you whispered.

Your transformation faded.

He stared at you, tears glimmering in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “You look like…who she would have grown into. Who she should have…”

He gently cradled your face, his hands trembling, like you would disappear before his eyes.

Before you could even react, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was soft. Sweet even.

Your first kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I might’ve ruined everything in my world,” he whispered, “but I’m not going to let it happen here. I swear it.”

He pulled away, his expression fierce with determination — and then he was gone, flying off into the chaos.

You sat there, heart pounding, wondering what you had just unleashed.

[kittluzbills]

happy monday!! decided to completely ignore the poll asking ab writing for billie so here's more joe burrow angst!!

didn't proof read :)

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couldn't make it any harder - j.b.

Picking up Carter from school wasn’t the hard part. A divorce for a 5 year old isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. He was quiet in the car. Legs swinging from his car seat and eyes trained on the trees that sped past the backseat window.

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway of Joe’s new home.

Carter unbuckled himself from his seat and grabbed his overnight bag from the seat beside him all the while hesitantly hopping down out of the car.

“I’ll pick you up from school on Monday okay Car? But you're gonna be with daddy this weekend.”

He just nodded in response, no words.

“Are you okay bud? Tell mommy why you’re upset.” I attempted to coax an answer out of him, but I wasn’t successful, he just continued to nod in response to my questions.

I came to a stop at the top of the steps leading to Joe’s front door. Bending down to the toddlers level, I again attempted to get a response from him.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell mommy.” I whispered.

“I- I just wish you and daddy were still in love. It makes me sad when I can’t see you guys at the same time.” A steady stream of tears began to run down his cheeks as his nose became a light shade of pink, followed by occasional sniffles.

“Baby I still love your daddy a lot, and he loves me. We just don’t get along as well as we used to.” I said trying to console him.

“Then why can’t you guys be in love in the same house? It makes my heart hurt.”

Just as I was about to respond Joe swung open his front door, I’m assuming he was watching us from one of his windows, always was nosey.

“Hey Bug! I missed you so much!” Joe said with a huge smile on his face. Immediately lighting up.

The two hug for what feels like forever, leaving me to stand up from my awkward I’m-just-trying-to-help-my-son-don’t-judge-me position.

“Here, hug your mom and then go inside, I have lunch waiting for you.” Joe said through a smile.

Carter embraced me briefly, barely letting me get a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran inside.

I spoke first.

“So I’ll pick him up form school Monday. That sound okay?” I managed to breathe out before he could say anything.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” I responded with a confused tone to try and distract myself from how much I actually missed him.

“Can we talk about us?”

“There’s honestly nothing to talk about.” I fired back.

“There is though. I love you, I really do. And I know there’s no way that Carter is taking this well. For fucks sake Y/N I told you I’ll change. I’ll do anything for us to be a family again, I miss what we had. I miss seeing you everyday and God I miss Carter. He deserves better. I don’t think I can explain to you how much I love you.”

I really hated when Joe did things like this. Things like spill his feelings when he knows he has the upper hand. It was unfair, but it was different this time. I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of my vulnerable state.

“I understand that you want to be a family, Joe. I want that too. But we don’t work anymore. You don’t have to remind me that we’re in love, I’m reminded of it enough every time I look at Carter. But being in love doesn’t fix everything. I have to go okay? Call me if Carter needs anything.” I turned around and headed back to my car as Joe just stood on his porch silently, no longer pleading for a second chance.

By the time I was seated, he was no longer outside.

Things were gonna be different. But they couldn’t be worse than this. Only better.

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okay i promise the next work will be for billie don't jump me!!!

requests are open of course

luv u

xoxo, kitt

[pasukiyo]

CHAPTER TWO

dbf!joel miller x female reader

CONTENT WARNINGS! reader’s father has cancer, age gap between joel and reader, farmer!joel, i am not a farmer myself so if anything i write sounds wrong please do not come for me i am just a girl okay, fantasizing

Chapter Preview: She knows she has no room to disagree. Joel’s been there for her father when she was too far up her own ass to even bother visiting on holidays, while her brother is still far enough up his own to see out of his damn mouth. She’ll have to learn to work past this attraction sooner or later. And it's not like she has any real feelings for him anyway– hell, she literally just met the guy. What she’s feeling right now for Joel is mere attraction– physical attraction at that. And she plans to keep it that way.

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SERIES MASTERLIST // previous chapter

 It’s warm and girthy and strangely soft. Her hands wrap around as much of it as she can hold and she gives it the hardest squeeze she can. She purses her lips, her hands already beginning to ache but still, she tries her best. 

 She wrinkles her nose when the first drop spills from the tip. 

 “Eugh, fuck!”

 She thinks she might vomit. 

 “You’re tellin’ me your dad ain’t never made you milk a cow before?” Joel asks from the cow beside her, voice still gruff, although she’s almost certain she hears a hint of humor in his tone. Joel’s version of humor, at least.

 She wrinkles her nose, trying to mask her distaste as she squeezes and pulls the cow’s teat, trying not to think of what the motion reminds her of. 

 “Out of practice,” She says to her defense after a moment, pressing her lips back together when she feels a particularly large glop of milk pump through the teat before it plops down into the bucket. ”You know, I’ve always wondered: doesn’t this hurt them?”

 Joel shrugs and shakes his head, continuing to pump more milk from his cow’s teat into the bucket.

 “They don’t seem to mind,” he replies and as if right on cue, the cow she’s milking moos, a deep, loud guttural sound and she doesn’t even want to imagine the reason why. She decides she needs a break, dropping the teat altogether, rising from the wooden stool in search of a rag. 

 “I can’t, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to seem like some spoiled princess or anything, it’s just—“ she shivers as she finds a washcloth hanging over a wooden panel, feeling the jitters roll beneath her skin. “—so much grosser than I remember.”

Joel makes a sound that’s eerily similar to a titter as he leans backwards, reaching for his own rag. She turns away, trying to play it off like she wasn’t looking at his biceps again, or the way the fabric of his t-shirt clings to his chest. Good God. She really needs to get a grip on herself. 

 “C’mon, you’ve only been in the Big Apple for what? Couple o’ years?” 

 She titters, though far from amused. “Try five.”

 Five long years she’s been in Manhattan. Five long years she spent in New York and hardly anything to show for it. The reminder sort of makes her head ache again. She brings a hand to the crown of her head, scratching an itch there, sighing as she sits back down on her stool. Joel watches and though she can feel it, she doesn’t meet his gaze, feeling somewhat embarrassed she can’t even do the simplest of things when she’s expected to take care of most, if not all of the farm. 

 Might as well add this to her ever-growing list of failures.

 “Muscle memory’ll kick in soon enough,” Joel replies finally, tossing his dirty yellow hand towel back over the wooden panel. 

 She hides the face she makes at that. 

 She rests her hands on her knees, already feeling defeated and the day’s barely started. There’s a brief silence, and then Joel speaks again. “So, city life’s not all glitz and glamor, huh?”

 Her brow furrows and she blinks, finally meeting his gaze.

 “What?”

 He rolls his tongue over his teeth behind his lips and it takes everything within her not to have some sort of visible reaction. 

 “You don’t seem all enthused about all those years livin’ in the city,” he says matter-of-factly with a shrug. “Don’t sound like you miss it any.”

 She blinks a few times in a row out of pure disbelief. All she can think is: wow. Is she really that easy to read? No one’s ever been able to read her like that before– but then she wonders if anyone’s ever really tried. Nevertheless, she’s unable to shake off her incredulity, staring at Joel.

 Joel tilts his head at her in the silence. “What?”

 Finally, she shakes her head, breaking herself out of her stupor. “Nothing, it’s just…” she waves him off. “...no. I guess its not. I don’t– I mean, I don’t really miss it.”

 And it's true. All New York reminds her of is her failure, all very many of them. When she tries to bring herself to think about New York now, all she can think of is every failed exam, every bad interview, every ridiculously over-priced bill, every stupid fucking heartbreak. In all honesty, if she knew then what she knew now, she’d never have left home. And she’s grown tired of being told that she’ll become better because of everything she went through– she’s failed to see what good the big city’s done for her. 

 Joel clears his throat, returning to milking his cow. “I couldn’t do it,” he says after a moment. She looks at him and his eyes find hers in the corner of his. “Livin’ in a big city like that. Even Austin’s gettin’ too big for me.”

 She can’t help but snort at this and his brow dips. “What?” He asks and she shakes her head, waving him off.

 “Nothing,” she replies. “What makes you think you couldn’t handle it?”

 Joel purses his lips, shrugging after a moment. “Just seems claustrophobic. Wouldn’t be able to handle feelin’ like people are breathin’ down my neck every damn day.”

 He isn’t wrong, she supposes. Its one of the things she actually missed about Texas while she was gone– the space. Everyone practically lived on top of each other in the city, especially where she lived. It's different here. They’ve got over three hundred acres of open land and not a single neighbor within a few mile radius. It's much quieter here too and though her first night back home was sleepless, it was at least nice to hear the crickets chirping outside as opposed to the noise of the city: car horns blaring and seemingly never-ceasing club music and shouting. 

 Though it's hard to believe Joel Miller wouldn’t be able to hold his own, she can’t really imagine him living in a big city either, being confined to an apartment, forced to ride subways and taxi cabs. She humors herself and imagines him in a business suit, hair slicked back, bulky leather briefcase in hand. Though blood creeps along her neck at the image of Joel in a suit, tailored to hug all the right places, it just seems so unnatural. 

 No, men like Joel were meant for the country. They weren’t made to be confined to the limits of a big city, working nine-to-fives, slaving away behind a desk in a corporate office. Men like Joel were as wild and stubborn as the untamed grass that grows through concrete, climbing over fences. Although she’s known him for less than a day, she thinks it’s safe to say that it’s true. 

 “Yeah,” she sighs, finally reaching back for the teats of her cow with a single hand, grimacing as the weight of its girth presses into her palm. She can’t believe she used to be able to do this with a straight face when she was younger. The city must’ve changed her more than she’d initially thought. 

 Dawn had finally broken by the time Joel leads her out of her father’s barn towards the wide open wheat field that seems to go on forever and ever, stretching far beyond the slight slopes of the hills. Her father’s horses roam in their fenced area, heads bowed low to feed from the earth. She and Joel had unlatched the gate of the barn earlier and the cattle now roam freely in their pasture, some sticking to their cliques, others venturing out on their own. The sun pokes its head out from the horizon and the wind blows through her hair and it all just screams Texas: home. 

 She feels like a girl again, running in the wind with her dolls and toy horses, sun kissing her cheeks. The only thing missing is her father, sitting in his tractor or tending to his horses or his cattle, sprinkling chicken feed on the ground and the sound of her brother’s bat hitting a baseball into the net of the batting cage. She looks over her shoulder at the old batting cage, just beside the garage. The weeds have grown tall, so tall, she can hardly make out the shape of the tee and they curl around the holes of the net. She can’t even imagine the last time its been put to use.

 Joel’s teaching her the basics of growing wheat now, when and how to fertilize, how to control the pesky weeds endangering the harvest. She means to pay attention– she really, truly does– but it's hard to focus when Joel speaks so authoritatively, when the muscles in his arms bulge as he points and demonstrates various tasks, when the crinkles by his eyes deepen with effort. As Joel’s briefing her on basic tractor controls, her eyes trace the muscles of his back, outlined through his t-shirt. Then her eye catches a lone bead of sweat as it begins to trail from his hairline all the way down his cheek, past his dark beard, until it drips down to his thigh, leaving a small, dark drop in its wake. 

 When he turns to look at her to ensure she’s listening, she blinks, somewhat managing to pull herself out of her trance-like daze. 

 Joel eyes her skeptically, wiping perspiration from his brow with his arm. “You listenin’?” He asks and she nods, blood creeping up her neck when his gaze narrows. “Right,” Joel says after a moment. “Well, I’ll take tractor duty today. You just go make sure everyone’s fed and we’ll rendezvous at the stables. There’s not enough chicken feed in the shed so there’s a new bag in the back of my truck. Big bag. Yellow label.”

 She wrinkles her nose, though she knows there’s really no room to argue. It’s not like she’s entirely eager to maneuver such a big piece of machinery anyways, but she feels ashamed to have been caught daydreaming when at the end of the day, this is all for her father. It’s wrong to rely on Joel for everything when he has a whole life of his own: at least a daughter and a brother to account for. 

 She nods and swings a leg as she steps backwards, watching Joel climb into the green tractor. It roars to life as soon as she turns around to head for Joel’s truck and she peers over her shoulder just to watch as he turns the wheel– muscles, again, practically on the verge of bursting through his skin– driving the tractor through the field. 

 She kicks a rock as she turns back around, approaching Joel’s blue truck. She drops the tailgate and climbs into the bed, stepping over various bags and equipment. She finds the one with the yellow label and a large image of a rooster smack in the middle she needs, latching her fingers around the top, pulling with all her strength. The bag is a bitch to drag out of the truck but she’s eventually able to toss it down to the gravel. 

 She pauses a moment to catch her breath, hand on her hips as she stands on the tailgate, tractor engine echoing in the distance. She swallows a good lungful of air and crouches, jumping to the gravel just as she hears the opening and closing of a door. She turns to the sound, finding her father standing there on the front porch, dressed in his trademark flannel and jeans, like he’s ready for a whole day of work.

 “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” She calls as her father makes his way down the steps, grunting amusedly. Jovi trots down before him, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he runs over to the grass, nose to the ground in search of the right place to do his business.

 “Now you sound like your mama,” he snorts, waving her off. He staggers a bit as he approaches and she jumps down from the truck, reaching out, ready to catch his arm should he take a fall. He holds out a palm, taking a moment to find his balance. “I’m fine.”

 She wrinkles her nose, eyeing him as he grabs the bill of his hat, scratching his scalp.

 “Besides, it’s not like I’m useless. I can still do things ‘round here, y’know,” he grunts, resting his hands on his hips, squinting. “Joel put you on chicken duty?”

 She glances back over to the field, watching Joel as he drives the tractor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and tearing her gaze away before any more less-than-appropriate thoughts can plague her mind. “Yeah,” she replies, kneeling down to grab one end of the heavy bag, hoisting it up as far as she can with a groan. 

 Her dad chuckles, watching as she drags the bag of feed over to the chicken coop, following close behind. 

 “So, how’s everything goin’?” Her dad asks once she finally managed to drag the feed all the way to the chicken coop, grabbing the switchblade her father holds out for her to tear into the bag. 

 She shrugs, handing the knife back. “Fine,” she replies, standing up, in search of a bucket. When her father doesn’t respond, she turns, finding him with his arms crossed, an eyebrow cocked in incredulity. 

 How some things never change.

 “Good,” she speaks firmer this time, snatching a metal tin from the ground, scooping it down into the feed. “Joel’s been helping me get back into the swing of things just fine.”

 Her father reaches over, grabbing a handful of feed from the bucket, tossing them around the coop. The chickens cluck as they hop down to the ground, pecking seeds off the ground, flapping their wings when another gets a little too close. 

 “Hm,” her father hums. “And you’re gettin’ along alright with Joel I hope?”

 She peeks at Joel again, still driving around in the tractor, doing… well, whatever he was talking about while she was lost daydreaming. Outside of his outward attraction, he seems like a pretty genuine guy and he must be, being good friends with her dad and all. It only seems to make him more attractive in her eyes, damn him. She tosses feed to the ground mindlessly, clearing her throat before she can get lost in her daze again, nodding.

 “Mhm,” she hums. “Just fine.”

 “Good, good,” her father says, the corners of his mouth curving, satisfied. “He’s a good man, y’know. Good father, good brother, a damn good friend.”

 Great. Feeding her more positive things about Joel, feeding further into her attraction to him. Just what she needs!

 “Is that right, daddy?” She says passively, tossing a handful of feed to the ground perhaps a little too aggressively. 

 “Mhm. Baseball fan too,” he chuckles, tossing the last of the feed in his hand. “Y’ already know that gets him extra points in my book.”

 Its something that makes her feel that guilty conscience of hers again, the reminder of just how lonely her father must’ve been after she left. Without her brother here, who else did he have to talk to about things like baseball, wheat farming, fishing? It certainly wasn’t going to be her mother– so it’s nice her father found someone like Joel. 

 She just wishes it could’ve been someone… less attractive. At least that way, she wouldn’t be so distracted and might actually get some damn work done around here. 

 “You know, I was thinkin’ of invitin’ him over tomorrow evening. He and his brother, and his little girl, if he fancies,” her father says, wiping off his hands. “Astros playin’ the Sox, can make my famous burgers too.”

 As if having to be around Joel in the mornings wasn’t bad enough, having to watch him as he works, sweats, explaining tasks around the farm. All this while she has to fight to suppress the heat blooming in places she’s ashamed to even feel anything when she’s around a man she just met. Now she’ll have to spend an entire evening with him? Seriously, when will some of the odds ever start being in her favor?

 She knows she has no room to disagree. Joel’s been there for her father when she was too far up her own ass to even bother visiting on holidays, while her brother is still far enough up his own to see out of his damn mouth. She’ll have to learn to work past this attraction sooner or later. And it's not like she has any real feelings for him anyway– hell, she literally just met the guy. What she’s feeling right now for Joel is mere attraction– physical attraction at that.

 And she plans to keep it that way.

 She sets the metal tin down on the top of the bag of feed, dusting off her hands. She meets he father’s gaze and smiles, nodding.

 “Sounds like a good idea to me,” she says. “I’ve sure missed those hamburgers.”

 Joel finally kills the engine of the tractor and she, her father, and Jovi watch beneath the eaves of the stable as he hops down, wiping sweat from his brow as he’s making his way over to them. She plans to make good on her vow to keep her attraction towards Joel at just that, so she draws her gaze to the ground, hands in the back pockets of her jeans, kicking rocks around on the dirt. 

 “Everything lookin’ alright out there?” Her father asks as Joel comes within earshot, nodding towards the field. Joel nods, stopping before the, giving Jovi a good pat on top of the head before resting his hands on his hips.

 “S’ growin’ real good,” he replies, eyes crinkling against the sunlight. “Treated it today, should be all good to go come fall.”

 “Good to hear,” her father says, a grin curving his lips. 

 From the porch, her mother’s voice calls her father’s name and they all turn as she waves him over, making her way down the steps to her car. Jovi barks and makes a break for her, black and white tail wagging side-to-side as he jumps on his hindlegs in front of her.

 “Going somewhere, daddy?” She asks, spinning back around to face him. 

 Her father nods. “Gotta run for the hospital,” he replies, waving a hand through the air when she softens her gaze. “Don’t worry. Your ol’ Pops ain’t goin’ nowhere yet. Just goin’ in to talk about treatment and such.”

 It’s remarkable how strong her father is, even while facing something like this. He may be incapable now of doing some of the things that made him seem so strong to her when she was little, but she thinks he’s stronger now than he’s ever been. She sucks in a breath, swallowing the lump in her throat to give her father a smile.

 “I’m not worried,” she replies, though she‘s speaking in half-truths. “Let me know how it goes, ‘kay?”

 He nods, reaching forward to rub his thumb over her cheek.

 “‘Course I will, hun,” he says before turning to Joel. “Before I go, wanted to ask if you’d wanna come over for dinner and the game tomorrow evenin’. Bring Tommy and Sarah if you’d like. Burgers, beer, and baseball all night.”

 Joel purses his lips, shrugging. “Don’t see why not. ‘Oughta be fun.”

 Blood hammers in her temples. That makes one of us, she thinks. 

 “Good man,” her father says, clapping Joel on the shoulder before turning, giving her a quick squeeze. “I’ll be back later. You be good now, right?”

 She nods, watching as her father makes his way to the driveway, pulling open the passenger side door of her mother’s car, disappearing inside. Jovi barks again and Joel whistles, beckoning the dog towards them. He complies, running over to where she and Joel still stand under the eaves, watching the car as it peels out of the driveway, driving past the old oak tree and past the gate to the main dirt road.

��After a moment, Joel is the first to speak.

 “Your dad ever teach you to change a horseshoe?” He asks and she turns, arm crossed over her chest. 

 She purses her lips, shaking her head. “Only taught me to clean the hooves.”

 Joel shrugs, leading her inside the stable where a few new horses inside the stalls along with a few familiar faces as well. “You’re about halfway there then,” he says, leading her to a rose gray mare, one of the ones she remembers: Ivory. “Ivory here’s in need of a changing.”

 The horse’s dark eyes blink at her as she approaches and her mouth curves, reaching out to run her palm along her muzzle, just like old times.

 “Hey there,” she whispers to the mare. “Long time no see, huh?”

 Ivory snorts and nudges her muzzle further into her palm, as if in agreement. She chuckles, reaching to rub her palm back and forth down her neck, scratching her fingernails against her withers. Joel appears beside her, leaning with an elbow against the top of the stall gate.

 “I thought your Pops showed me pictures of you on ol’ Ivory,” he says, patting the mare on her side. “Beautiful horse. Rides like the wind too.”

 She huffs out a laugh. “You should’ve seen her when we first got her,” she says. “She still stubborn?”

 “As much as she is loyal,” he replies and her mouths cracks into a grin, patting her back one last time. 

 Joel grabs a bag full of tools and opens the stall, stepping aside to allow her inside first. He shows her all the tools first, some she’s seen her father work with, others she may or may not have just seen in passing. He explains the purpose of each tool and she focuses, as much as she can on his words anyways, rather than his lips or his facial hair or his arms. 

 She watches as he demonstrates how to remove the shoe, squeezing Ivory’s hoof between his thighs as he works and good lord, she’s trying to focus, really, she is. But this is just getting ridiculous. Watching him use his thighs, his muscles flexing as he hammers the buffer into the side of the shoe, clenching his jaw with the effort– her mind is just a swirling mess of lewd thoughts and ideas. She breathes in a lungful of air and exhales a little louder than intended, causing him to halt his movements, peering up at her through his lashes.

 Fuck me, she thinks. Figuratively, not literally…

 Joel tilts his head, his lips moving to ask if she’s okay, his voice low but thick. 

 …Well… she curses herself mentally. …so much for keeping her attraction at bay. 

 “Yeah. Fine,” she quips, though she’s sure she doesn’t sound too convincing. “Just… getting a better look.”

 Joel blinks but must not think too much of it, because he goes right back to work, explaining things as he goes along. Finally, he nails the new shoe onto Ivory’s hoof and he releases her foot from between his legs, holding the buffer and hammer towards her.

 “Here,” he says. “Have a go at it.”

 She blinks between his face and his hand for a second, rising as she reaches for the tools, their fingers brushing for the briefest of moments but still, it’s long enough for her to feel something– call it heat or electricity– surge through her. Whatever it may be, she shivers in its wake and there’s a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest that she has to swallow a lump of saliva at in order to quell the erratic beating of her heart. 

 She moves past Joel and he guides one of Ivory’s hooves between her thighs, instructing her to squeeze them together and with every fiber of her being, she tries to set her mind away from the fact that his hands are practically in between her legs. There’s a kindling deep in her belly, blazing down the frayed ropes of her desire all the way to her core and she sucks air between her teeth as she works at hammering the buffer against the side of Ivory’s shoe, hoping, praying Joel doesn’t notice how much he affects her.

a/n: SOOOOO SORRY THIS IS BEING POSTED LATE! Between finals and my birthday and work, I’ve been stretched thin lately. Thankfully I’m finally getting so time opened up, so I’ll try and make sure this won’t happen again! Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter is probably my favorite I’ve written for this series so far 🤭 I also will begin posting this fic on ao3 soon!

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quite factually speaking (and from a completely medical aspect), Daniel Fenton died in the portal.

Considering how much electricity is actually needed to kill a person (200 milliamps or more), there is a very high chance he would have died from the shock alone. If he didn't, then he would most definitely lost function in his arm to some extent. There would be heavy scarring in his arm, and there would probably be very severe burns, seizures, organ and nerve damage, etc etc. And more immediate injuries and such. Very Yummy. But he didn't get hit with ONLY electrocution. The portal opened on him as well. Since--as far as I know--humans have not managed to do anything like what happens in the show, i'm going to go with the theories i've been exposed to. This is not a lot and not verified so take everything with a load of salt and if i'm wrong anywhere please feel free to correct me.

To open something that not only transports to another universe (or realm), but also through time (as can be seen in later episodes in the series), the portal would have to have a lot of energy to simply open. So this goes through Daniel as well as the electricity.

Assuming this hasn't reduced him to ashes, he would also be put through gravitational hell. Most theoretical concepts for wormholes (closest you could get to a portal) rely on super huge strengths of gravity, which would turn him into spaghetti and pain and soup also. He'd boil and compress into a solid at the same time.

If he didn't turn into a ghost (impossible as i'll explain in a moment), his friends would have found burnt smudges on the portal floor, like paste maybe. Ash soup. Idk.

When Daniel is getting molecularly fucked over, there's ectoplasm spawning in right where he is. It's not expanded much on in canon, but It's been hinted at (as far as I can remember) that ectoplasm has properties that react with strong emotions (as hinted to by Madeline). I also theorize it interacts with biological (or perhaps living) matter in some way, considering how it holds the essence of what was once a living thing. I think (purely theory here) that the amount of ambient ectoplasm in an area would decide whether or not a ghost is formed and how powerful it will be. This also related to the strength of the reactions it has (with ectoplasmic properties, such as strong emotions), which would explain why ghosts are originally seen as emotionally focused/driven. This also explains a bit of obsession, as the original reaction that spawned a ghost would not be 100% washed away ever, resulting in something burned into them like a core principle. (You could still tie in space-obsessed Daniel into this by saying that as he died, he thought of the future he'd never have as an astronaut or smth ig). (Alternatively, you could play into his fear and desire to be helped as a way for heroism to manifest as his obsession).

Considering an entire dimension was being opened on him, It's evident that Daniel would have become a ghost. The ectoplasm would have fused with his vaporized body and turned him into a ghost on the spot. This also explains why he's so strong--he practically drowned in ectoplasm as he died. And being a child and having such a violent death, his emotions would be high as well, both combining to be a very powerful ghost.

'But Sora,' You might say. 'How can he turn human then?'

Well, this devolves into more theory. Since all of his body was put into such a volatile and almost brittle state, ectoplasm could easily mix into it. Ghosts can already reform into the bodies they once took (or one they want to take), which would have happened regardless, resulting in Phantom. The fact that there was his actual body in such an easy to use form? The strength of the ectoplasm would have been able to make it reform, considering how much there was (and its concentration). This allows for his human body to still be present and somewhat operable. However, it's not actually a living human body. It's more of an exoskeleton made of ectoplasm and human remains. Like a skin suit but with working insides.

Using this logic, you could say that Daniel is a full ghost with extremely strong powers, many of which have not been seen by other ghosts, and one of which--due to the circumstances of his death--is the power to "come to life," or more accurately, use his human body to walk in the human world.

Considering how the brain deals with things, it's very easy for Daniel to simply assume he hadn't died. Even if he knew he died, his brain and body would think he was alive, considering how being human is still something he can access. It's like the remnants of a survival instinct.

This comes with bonus features such as: perpetually cold, pasty skin perhaps, super high ectoplasmic content (may turn him radioactive? can seem like bad vibes), and causing people to feel "uncanny valley" around him, since he best fits with the "dead but not really" thing. Considering why uncanny valley is a thing (diseases and such. Very useful post here, credits to OP ^^).

TL;DR -> Daniel got electrocuted, probably vaporized, and turned to soup when the portal turned on. The ectoplasm that spawned on him turned him into a ghost through force. Him turning human is just another power he has from the effects of ectoplasm and his corpse being brittle when he died.

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Introducing Strawberry!Reader

Strawberry Sugar, Bite Like a Snake

Paired with JJ Maybank

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She smells like strawberries, bubblegum, and warm vanilla at all times. Hair products, lotion, lip gloss, laundry detergent everything is pink and red coded and juicy sweet.

The scent clings to JJ like a curse. People sniff the air when he walks by like, why does this dirt gremlin smell like a Bath & Body Works display? And it’s because she makes him take full baths before he even breathes near her bed.

She’s got shiny braces and matching shiny lip gloss. JJ loves kissing her even if it hurts he likes the way her metal scrapes against his bottom lip, and he always sticks his tongue in her mouth to feel around like he’s mapping it. She hates it. “Get your dumbass tongue outta my mouth before I bite it off.” He giggles. She bites it anyway.

She’s evil. Not like to everyone just to JJ. She’s two years older, been bad since middle school, and thinks he’s so stupid but unfortunately her stupid. She’ll yell at him for texting her “wyd” with one heart instead of three. She’ll hang up just to call back and cuss him out for having his location on when he’s doing something dumb.

Everyone’s confused by them. She’s always immaculate, in a tiny skirt, with French tips and a perfect hairstyle . He’s sweaty, probably got dirt under his nails, half limping from a fall he laughed through. She’s dragging him by the ear through the store, yelling about him touching stuff with his “little crusty boat hands.”

But he just smiles. Because he loves when she yells.

She’s mean, loud, tiny, and always talking shit until she’s flat on her back.

She walks around with her shiny braces, strawberry lip gloss, and a walk that says I don’t do anything unless I feel like it.

JJ’s the only one who gets to see her folded, whining, pink nails scratching at his shoulders like “shut up. go slow. I hate you.”

She’s all bark until her legs are up.

JJ knows it. And he loves making her prove it.

She’s yelling? He’s smiling.

She’s threatening to block him over a heart emoji again? He’s already halfway to her house.

She’ll be like “you’re so dumb, you make me sick” while he’s kissing her stomach like “mhm. I know, baby. Now lift your hips.”

She makes him run errands in the heat, clean her car, hold her bag while she shops, and yells when he breathes near her sheets dirty.

JJ eats her out with her robe still on just because she won't take it off herself.

She'll make him stop mid argument and go down on her just to prove he's still hers.

JJ hums into her pussy when she won't stop talking shit.

She likes when he's sweaty. She pretends she doesn't, but she's bent over 5 minutes later snatching his hat off.

She has a playlist called "JJ You Can Fuck Now." It's mostly sexed-up R&B and songs that say "daddy" too much.

JJ always finishes inside. She never says no.

She just lies there like "clean it up. I'm tired."

She'll ride his face but still yell at him for not folding her laundry.

But all she has to do is look at him with that little pout and he’s pulling her panties to the side.

She doesn’t let him on the bed if he’s dirty but the second he gets out the tub smelling like her, she’s already on her back in that pink silk robe, acting like she wasn’t just cussing him out.

JJ: “Still mad at me?”

Her: “Shut up and fuck me.”

He eats her out on her vanity stool while she’s still doing mascara.

She yells at him to stop but she never means it. She just likes being difficult.

“JJ! I said I’m not done! God, you’re so fuck. Fuck. Right there.”

She never rides. Doesn’t even pretend she’s going to. She’ll pull her panties off with two fingers and lay down like “go ahead, do what you do.”

JJ always does.

He’s grabbing ankles, pushing her knees to her chest, biting her inner thighs while she gasps and whines about him being “too rough” right before asking for more.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Yeah? What’s that pussy doing crying on my dick then, sweetheart?”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you fuck me after that dumbass text.”

“One heart emoji? What am I? Some random hoe?”

“Put my fucking leg down, you just worked on a boat. Your hands stink.”

And JJ? He just licks her teeth when she tries to sass him during a kiss. Runs his tongue across her braces just to be annoying.

She HATES it. But she also moans every single time.

JJ likes her loud.

He likes her yelling until he’s got a hand over her mouth while her eyes roll back.

He doesn’t stop until she’s limp, fucked dumb, and clinging to him whispering “don’t pull out. keep going. I’m sorry.”

He bites her ears when she’s being dramatic. Slaps her ass when she fake cries.

“You wanna talk shit? You wanna be a bitch to me all day? Then take this shit, baby. You wanted it.”

She wanted it.

She HATES John B.

Not actually. But playfully. Loudly. Jealously.

"Why he always got his mouth open when you take your shirt off?"

"Why he always walkin' in when you bent over in the fridge?"

"No 'cause he definitely looked at your dick print last week. Don't lie."

JJ's like "baby you're crazy" while she's giving

John B the death glare over dinner.

They bicker like siblings. But her beef is serious.

Her: "You want him. Just say it."

John B: "I don't want JJ!"

Her: "Why you say it like that?! Why you yellin'? Feel attacked? Guilty conscience, huh?"

She says John B flirts with JJ every time he rolls a blunt for him or compliments his tan.

"Just say you wanna sit on it, John Booker Routledge. Damn."

John B once asked if JJ was okay.

Because they heard her over speaker screaming

“I TOLD YOU TO BE HERE BY 5:00! IT’S 5:03 AND I’M HORNY. GET IN THE FUCKING TUB.”

And JJ just went

“Yeah okay, I’m sorry. You right. I’m gettin in now, don’t yell.”

And they’re together like nothing happened two hours later.

She’s sitting in his lap with a lollipop and a fresh hickey.

He’s got claw marks down his back and a goofy smile.

She’s a brat about giving head. JJ always has to make her.

He likes teasing her when she’s sleepy: pulls her panties to the side in the morning and hums while she whines into the pillow.

Sometimes she says “no” just to make him beg, and when he calls her his “good girl” she folds immediately.

She moans extra loud when she knows John B’s in the next room. “Let him hear it, baby. Show them who runs you.”

He uses her shampoo on his balls on purpose. Just to hear her yell.

“Get your sweet-smelling dick outta my face no I’m mad okay fine but don’t cum on my lashes this time.”