#have a few more winks of sleep and kissed his forehead and joining his love in sleep once again

[flamestar126]

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!

[eddies-ashtray]

Getting ready for bed with Eddie <3

(CW: Could be read as gn reader, but Eddie calls reader 'princess' once). |1.1k|

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The bathroom is bathed in soft yellow light, slightly muted behind the chipped white sconces. From down the hall you can hear the faint clink of mugs and plates being placed in the sink by Eddie. 

It’s half past 11 and you’re in your sleep shorts and a faded t-shirt as you brush your teeth. You’re about halfway done when Eddie enters the space, sliding in behind you with a gentle hand on your hip. 

“Hey, princess,” Eddie purrs, placing a delicate kiss to your neck, just by your pulse point. You lean into him as he does so. Despite the fact that you’ve spent all day together and he just saw you less than five minutes ago, his greeting isn’t odd to you. 

Eddie grabs his toothbrush from the cup beside the sink and squeezes a glob of bright green toothpaste onto the bristles. 

You spit toothpaste in the sink before replying sweetly, “Hi, baby.” 

When you straighten up again, Eddie bumps his hip gently against yours. You bump his right back. A foamy, close-lipped smile graces his lips around the toothbrush in his mouth and you poke the shallow dimple that pops into his cheek as a result. The divot remains for a few extra seconds in response. 

Faintly, you can make out the chirping of crickets in the overgrown grass outside and the hum of cicadas in the trees, a summer symphony.

It’s simple moments like this that the novel domesticity of living with Eddie strikes you. You love brushing your teeth together, grocery shopping in the evenings, and cooking dinner with him (even if it is just microwave noodles or frozen pizza). As long as it’s with him. 

You love the simplicity of it. That’s how you know you’re happy with Eddie; when there’s not a single thing you could do together that would bore you. He makes everything better, easier even. 

Since Wayne works nights, you and Eddie get the trailer to yourselves most evenings. You like to imagine you’re living somewhere in the city, that this is your shared apartment. 

You hope you get that with him someday. But for now, the trailer is just fine. You could be anywhere with Eddie and it would be just fine. 

Grabbing your book from the side table, you slip into bed while Eddie finishes up in the bathroom. You won’t sink beneath the sheets and get all comfortable and cozy until he joins you. 

You barely finish more than a page before Eddie dives into bed with you. And you mean that literally. 

When Eddie enters the room, he has a running start of about three paces before diving on top of the duvet, landing on your legs which stretch out beneath the worn fabric. The bed jolts with the action and so do you. As a result, your book falls into your lap.

Eddie looks up at you from where he lays on his belly across your legs, propping his chin up against his hand innocently. He bats his long lashes at you like he hasn’t just caused the entire trailer to shake. 

“Are you trying to break the bed?” You ask through giggles.

“No. But we can try,” Eddie remarks, winking and wiggling his eyebrows. 

You scrunch your nose up in faux distaste. “You know, I don’t think I’m up for it now that you’ve broken both of my legs.” 

Eddie laughs softly, eyes crinkling in the corners. And though it’s just a joke, he still apologizes. 

“Sorry,” He says softly, still giggling lightly, before leaning down and placing a sweet kiss to your now exposed hip. He had forced the covers down a few inches with his landing. You push his hair back from his face in response, tucking curly strands gently behind his ears. 

“Have you ever considered, I don’t know, just calmly entering a room and not jumping on innocent, unsuspecting people?” 

Eddie looks at you like you have two heads. “Where’s the fun or flare in that?” And then awkwardly rolls over off your legs and onto his side of the bed. You scoff at his silliness, fingertips pressing against your forehead as you giggle at him. 

He readjusts, pushing himself up and back so he’s sat next to you where your back is pressed up against the wall behind his bed. 

Once he’s settled, you look over at him, and you’re hit with this feeling in your chest that grows and spreads. It takes you over; how much you love him. 

So you lean over and you kiss his cheek, and after you do and he looks at you, he must see it in your eyes and understand. He must recognize it in himself because his eyes soften in the low lamplight of the room and he leans in again and kisses you properly. His lips are soft and taste vaguely of your strawberry chapstick.

When he pulls back slowly, you notice the light smudge of white on his skin and thumb at the small bit of dried toothpaste across his chin. The unshaven stubble there scrapes lightly against the pad of your thumb as you do so. Usually, he shaves every other evening, but he’s neglected his razor for the last bunch of days. 

“Hm,” You hum, eyes tracing a path across the scruff lining his jaw. 

“What?” He wonders softly. 

“You haven’t shaved,” You reply mildly, hand cupping his jaw and very lightly scratching his cheeks, which are dotted with stubble. 

Instantly, Eddie suggests, “I could shave it right now if you wanted.” 

You smile softly, huffing a soft laugh through your nose at his eagerness to do what pleases you. He even starts to get up from the bed before you stop him. 

“Nuh-uh, you’re already in bed,” You say, not wanting him to leave. “And besides, I like it.”

Eddie smiles softly at that, grazing your cheek lovingly with the back of his index finger. 

Then he settles down a bit, lays his head on your shoulder, and you rest yours against the top of his head. 

The pair of you sit there for a short time, you reading your book and Eddie watching you read while fiddling with the fingers on your free hand. 

After, you pull the duvet up to your chins and pull each other close. And you fall asleep just like that, wrapped up in each other just as much as you’re wrapped up in the covers. 

There’s a certain ineffable safety that comes with falling asleep in someone’s arms. In Eddie’s, specifically. You always sleep well when you're next to him. 

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The bed feels incredibly cold and lonely without Miko. It feels wrong not having her arms wrapped around you, her lips gently pressing against your skin, the sound of her voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear in Spanish. Your chest tightens as another quiet sob escapes your lips, clutching Miko’s pillow, wishing that you could take everything you said to her back.

You and Miko had a fight. Of what? You honestly can’t remember. It was probably over something stupid. You both lost your tempers and said some things neither of you meant. Which resulted to sleeping without each other. Only you haven’t slept a wink since you’ve laid down on the bed. All you’ve done is cry. The worst part is that you and Miko are both too proud to swallow your pride and make up.

After a few agonizing minutes, you can’t take it anymore. You kick off the duvet and bed sheets and head to the door. Opening the door, a familiar figure stands in front of the doorway, her sad blue eyes gazing into yours.

You gasp softly. “Miko?”

“Y/N…” Miko whimpers, and your heart breaks at the sound of her voice. She sounds so broken, defeated. She looks like she hasn’t slept, either. “Ya no aguanto más. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Forgive me, please.”

“Only if you forgive me, too,” you sniffle and she immediately nods her head, biting her lower lip.

The moment you’re wrapped in Miko’s arms, you feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. When you both pull away, she kisses your forehead, letting her lips linger there before carrying you bridal style to the bed. Miko’s lips press against yours as you both lay on the bed, gently, touches delicate and soft, as passion gradually starts to build between the two of you. A soft moan escapes your lips as your girlfriend’s lips kiss the exposed skin of your breasts, her hands lightly gripping your hips, your eyes fluttering closed at her gentle assault.

“Te amo, Y/N,” she murmurs against your, her voice barely above a whisper, and your heart flutters.

“Muéstrame,” you half-plea, half-whimper and you feel her smirk.

Clothes are discarded within seconds, every touch, kiss, and moan more desperate and urgent than the last. Your bodies mold into one, limbs draped and tucked over the other, and Miko carefully lowers herself until your loins meet. You gasp her name as your hips instinctively begin to move with hers, clits rubbing together, your arousal mixing with hers as she calls out your name.

You toss your head back in pleasure, vision blurring, sweet pressure building up in your tummy as you get closer and closer to your high. Miko increases her speed and so do you, your moans and gasps mixing together in perfect harmony. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, and you cry out, Miko joining you soon after as she calls out your name and curses in Spanish. You gently fall into Miko, who wraps her arms around you and falls back on the bed, her heavy breathing mixing with your own.

“Now that’s what I call an apology,” Miko teases as she kisses the top of your head.

You smirk. “I don’t know. It could’ve been better.”

“Oh, yeah?” Miko raises her eyebrow playfully. “To me you sounded like you we’re having the time of your life, mami.”

“Still… podría haber sido mejor,” you try to hide your smile, but before you know it, you are pinned down on the mattress with your girlfriend hovering over you with a smirk and a determined look in her eyes.

“I know how to make it better,” Miko challenges before disappearing between your legs.

“Oh, my God…” you moan as you feel her work her warm tongue on your pussy, and within seconds you are arching your back as you are consumed into an euphoric, tingly state.

Apology very much accepted.

[panpanghost]

I can't believe it but part 3 of this :

_"Hey guys!" Monkey king jumped off his cloud and into the sand where the gang was waiting at the shore,

_"Monkey king! Are you okay?! Where's Macaque?!" MK asked worriedly,

_"Hey hey, easy budy. I'm as gorgeous as ever and Macaque is asleep." Wukong put his hands on MK's shoulders and he could feel MK relaxing after saying that,

_"Oh, that's great. Wait- asleep? Why is he asleep?" MK went back to his worry,

_"He was trying to find new info about the crown as well and stayed up for a couple of nights so I thought I'd just let him sleep."

_"he must be working hard... did he find anything?"

_"Unfortunately no."

_"Fiddle sticks... But don't worry! We found something! But thankfully it's wrong."

_"Why would you say that?"

_"Because if what we found is true, Macaque would've been dead by now." Mr. Tang added,

_"What?" it was almost a whisper, Wukong now understands why MK was so worried, "Ahem. Why? What did you find?" he asked hoping it's nothing serious,

_"Well, the scroll said it's 'the corrupted king's crown'. It's supposed to take over the person wearing it. Once under its control, they start to destroy everything around them until it absorbs all their energy... and soul..."

_"Well no need to worry. Macaque has healed nicely and hasn't used his powers to destroy anything, so maybe it's another crown or the information is badly translated." Wukong said smiling,

_"Really?! Oh that great!" MK felt relieved, so did everyone else, their faces finally lit up.

_"Show me the scroll and I'll look into it, maybe ask a few old friends."

_"of course, here." Mr. Tang gets the scroll out of his bag and gives it to him.

_"Now that that's out of the way, I feel so much more relaxed and super hungry, I'd love to eat some noodles." Mei said giving Pigsy a side eye and everyone else joined,

_"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!! I GET IT!" Pigzy snaps at her, well... if he's being honest, he's also hungry.

_"Do you and Macaque want to join us?" MK asks the monkey king before they started heading towards the ship to leave.

_"I don't think that's a good idea, kiddo. Staying here is safer for him." Wukong felt his heart squeeze when he saw MK's disappointed face, "Once he's all good, we'll go together and have a feast." he said and winked at MK, and it did make him a bit happier.

Once everyone left, Wukong opened the scroll. Damn it. It is the same crown... Is that why Macaque couldn't use his powers? Is that why he couldn't heal and needed my powers? Is that why he couldn't recover his memories? He did say that he feels pain in his entire body every time he tries to use them...

That's...

GREAT! So as long as Moonpie wears the crown he won't leave. But... the soul sucking part is worrying. He hasn't lost his mind yet so maybe the spell wasn't completed properly when whoever did this put it on him. I need to make sure that part is out of the way-

_"Wukong?" Macaque startled Wukong when he came from behind him,

_"Oh, peach! What are you doing here?"

_"I heard them leave so I came. Did they find anything?"

_"Sorry peach, they only thought they found something but it doesn't fit so we're back to zero."

_"Oh.. That's disappointing."

_"Hey hey, don't be sad, it's just a little set back, you'll be fine, I promise." Wukong hugged Macaque and gave him a little forehead kiss,

_"Yeh, I guess." Macaque said hugging Wukong back, "I just don't know what to do. I'm lost." Why...

_"Well, for starters, how about we take a long hot shower, and then I give you a little massage aaaaand maybe we can watch TV, there's a show I KNOW you're gonna love."

_"*sniff* yeh, that sounds good." Why are you lying?

_"yeh?" Wukong held Macaque's face in his hands, "You have nothing to worry about."

_"I know." Macaque said as Wukong wiped his tears, "I have you."

_"Yeh you do! Now let's go, we'll order some food as well."

_"oh I love that! Can we get some noodles?"

_"I'll get you whatever you want." You just have to stay with me and I'll give you the world.

_"I want a piggyback."

_"pffff, haha! Alright, get up here." he held him on his back and headed back home.

edit: part 4

[siempre-bucky]

Hi!!! Can I request "You know damn well, for you I would ruin myself" with Hangman?

Jake 'Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's been hiding something, you suspect cheating, but it's not what you think.

wc: 986

a/n: I hope you like it!!!!! :)

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You were almost asleep then the creek of the front door opening took away the glorious feeling of slumber. Groaning against your pillow, you opened one of your eyes to read the small clock on your bedside table. This was the third night this week Jake stumbled home after midnight. Unfortunately, it's become a recent common occurrence and you were struggling to keep your mind at ease. 

Just out with the squad, you kept reminding yourself, turning to face his empty side of the bed. "Are you awake, darlin'?" he asked calmly as he entered. 

"We need to get that door fixed," you responded, sleep heavy in your tone and avoiding the questions you wanted to ask. Where were you? Who were you with? 

Jake crawled into bed and pulled you close to his chest. You took in his scent, clean and earth—-that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly you squeezed your eyes shut harder, mentally scolding yourself for even assuming he was with another woman. "I love you," he whispered before sleep overtook him. 

Your mind was terribly good at deceiving you. 

You started to notice the little things like how often he'd check his phone and the tone in his voice when he spoke to you. Doubt had started to creep in, slowly and dangerously. 

He'd begun to go out more, long trips to the Hard Deck with friends. Maybe it was because you two were getting older that going out as often as you did became a thing of the past. Maybe he wanted to reclaim his youth. 

So much to his surprise, you started to join him on the nights he didn't claim were 'boy's night'. You were too tired by the second drink to notice the new faces he hung around with. But you noticed every feminine face. 

You stood in front of the mirror a few weeks later, fighting off the tears. If you lost a few pounds and colored your hair maybe your husband would stop being so secretive. "Shut up," you hissed at yourself before leaving the room to reclaim your spot in his arms on the bed you've shared for years. You didn't have to change yourself for him, but then again, for Jake you'd ruin yourself a million little times. 

Two days later at lunch, Jake kissed your forehead and placed his phone on the dining room table, "I forgot the knife," he mumbled against your skin. 

"Forgetful in your old age Seresin,' you chuckled, tapping him on the arm. 

"Not even forty, baby," he winked back before heading into the kitchen. 

You smiled at yourself, letting his charming smile burn into your memory. That process was cut short when his phone started to vibrate on the table, shaking the plate beside it. 

Sydney Hadley. Her name lit up in bright white and you almost lost it, rage sparking in the pit of your stomach. "Jake!' You seethed. 

"Where's the fire, sweetheart?" He chuckled, waltzing back in. His million-watt smile faded at the sight of your enraged face with his phone clutched in your hand. "What's goin' on?" 

"Who the hell is Sydney Hadley?" You asked evenly. 

His skin was suddenly white as a ghost, "No one," he answered. 

"No one," you mocked, tossing his phone to him. Jake put it in his back pocket and tried to take a step towards you, but you only stepped back. "Are you having an affair?" 

"An affair?" He shrieked, his eyes opening wide as saucers. "You've got it all wrong!" 

"Then explain the late nights! The phone calls! It just screams affair!" 

Jake wanted to put the screaming to an end. He didn't think his time away would lead you to think this way, he just had a hard time talking about it. The blond glanced down at his watch and checked the time. "Come on," he said kindly, "I wanna take you somewhere.'

He drove you to a small quaint white building near the VA and you were instantly hit with confusion. "Jake?" You questioned as he parked the truck. 

Jake held your hand as you two walked up to the glass doors. "I'm sorry I haven't been honest with you," he started, "I didn't want you to think I was weak—wasn't taught to talk about this shit." He brought your hand up and kissed the back of it lovingly before he led you inside. 

There stood an older woman, around sixty with a clipboard in her hands as she talked to the receptionist. "Honey, this is Dr. Sydney Hadley, my therapist. Dr. Hadley, this is my wife."

Therapist? He'd been seeing a therapist this whole time. "Therapist," you spoke your thoughts out loud before shaking her smooth hand. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Commander. Your husband won't shut up about you," she complimented. "I'll see you after while, Jake." 

You tried to turn to him, but he pulled you away to your next destination. "Jake, I'm-," 

"-Don't apologize. I should've been honest,' he dismissed. "I just remember how my brother was treated for  wanting help after Iraq and I-I didn't want that same heat." 

You peered in the small classroom and recognized some of the men and women from the Hard Deck sitting around and laughing. The blue plastic chairs positioned in a circle made it all clear. He was attending group sessions too. "This is where you've been," you chuckled at yourself. 

"Javy made me do it. I even got Slow Ride to come with me a few times, we stay and talk afterward. It's nice to have people to connect with," he explained, releasing your hand so he could face you. 

You reached up and put your hand on the side of his face, "You could have told me," you sighed, "I'm so proud of you, my love." 

Jake bent down and kissed you softly, "Wait for me?" He asked. 

"Always."

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Buck wakes up feeling surrounded by the warmth of the body sleeping behind him. Carefully turning over so as not to wake his partner, Buck finds himself face-to-face with the still-sleeping Eddie. The man looks so relaxed, and a slight smile plays on his lips as if Eddie sees something pleasant in a dream. Buck feels the light from the picture in front of him flowing through his veins. A huge rush of happiness attacks his heart, having the opportunity to watch Eddie like this while he is so serene in his sleep.

Almost instinctively, without thinking, Buck gently runs his finger over his boyfriend's plush lips, which are a little dry from lack of hydration, but still, the most gorgeous lips that Buck had to kiss. 

Having outlined a smile with his fingers, he moves on to dimples on his cheeks, cheeks that are so round and red like delicious little apples. Buck likes to kiss his boyfriend's cheeks to bring a bright smile to Eddie's lips. Sometimes he spends hours kissing only Eddie's cheeks until his boyfriend catches his face with his hands and joins their lips in a perfect as always kiss. Because all kisses with Eddie are perfect, no matter if they are gentle and chaste kisses or wild on the verge of bites, they are still perfect. Because Buck is kissing Eddie.

Continuing to paint a picture of the face of the most stunning man Buck has ever seen, he moves on to the small beauty spot under Eddie's eye. A cute little dot that, despite its size, tempted Buck too much for five years to come up and leave a kiss on it. After they started dating, Buck does it at least once a day, enjoying how Eddie blushes. Now he is not able to deny himself a small gift. He quietly, almost without touching, leaves a kiss right under Eddie's eye, to which Eddie reacts by moving his head, but still not waking up. 

Buck laughs and continues his journey. 

He goes to the forehead drawing wrinkles that are no longer smoothed even in a dream. But Buck thinks they're cute. They tell the story of Eddie's life, they are part of Eddie. 

After finishing another exploration of the face, which he has explored more than once, including with his lips, he lies down on Eddie's chest, so that he can hear his heartbeat and just watches how Eddie's eyes are twitching , preparing to meet this morning.

After a few minutes, Eddie opens his eyes and Buck meets his gaze with warm oceans of hot chocolate interspersed with fresh spring leaves. 

Eddie raises his hand, scratching Buck's head and tangling his fingers in Buck's regrown curls. He grins.

“You know, I could just get a cat if I wanted to be woken up by a tickle and a weight on my chest,” Eddie says this without a hint that he is against Buck's actions and continues to scratch his head, smiling.

Buck makes playful meowing.

“Well, be happy I didn't put my ass on your face. But I’m hungry. Go make me breakfast, human slave, my cat majesty wants to eat,” Buck and Eddie laugh and Eddie gently pulls Buck by the curls to his lips and leaves a quick kiss that Buck wants to deepen, but he is already being dragged back.

“We both know I wouldn't be sad to have your ass on my face,” Eddie grins as Buck blushes and swallows. Pupils in his eyes slightly overlap the clear sky of the blue of his iris. 

“Maybe one day you should wake me like that. Or maybe I will wake you while I’m between your cheeks.”

Buck moans imagining both options and can't choose the one he likes more. They should probably try both.

“Maybe I will. And I think you should too,” Buck uses his best grin from the time of Buck 1.0 and whispers as sexy as possible, biting his lips, and is proud to see how Eddie bites his lips.

“Can’t wait,” Eddie smiles brightly and winks, looking so unreal in the light of the morning sun, with his hair in a mess from sleep, with hickeys on his neck and collarbone from their last night, with lips that are red from kissing and biting.

So before Buck has time to think, he blurts out.

“Marry me?”

They both look at each other in shock. Eddie because he’s surprised by the question, although they raised the topic of a possible marriage in the future and both agreed that they wanted it sooner. 

And Buck because he can’t understand why he couldn't wait for the evening. He had the perfect plan, with a wonderful dinner and a walk, and him standing on one knee by the ocean while the stars were shining in the night sky above them. 

But he blurted out the question now. While they bask and fool around on a lazy weekend morning while Chris is on a sleepover. And Buck doesn't know if he regrets what he did now or not. Because the morning with Eddie is perfect now, but Eddie deserves more. Eddie wants more. He wants more romance, he wants big romantic gestures and Buck ruined it for him.

“Don’t answer. I-I mean of course I want you to answer. Really really much. But-but I have this plan and ring and-and everything should be better. You deserve better. You want better. And I want to make it …”, Eddie interrupts Buck's panic with a kiss, in which he tries to put his answer as best he can.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I will marry you,” Eddie kisses Buck again. “And it’s perfect, Buck. It’s perfect because it’s us,” Eddie kisses him one more time. “Now give me my ring.”

Buck gets out of bed going to his drawer and pulls out a velvet box. He returns to the bed and puts a silver ring on Eddie's finger.

“Perfect,” they both whisper before their first kiss as official fiances.

[ladylamrian]

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🩷 Sweet & Tender Hearts 🩷

Female Main Character: Alex Clarissa Fontaine

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder & F!OC×M!OC

Summary: Spring Season. Love is in the air.

Word Count: 2.2K words

Rating: General (Fluff)

Warnings: none

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Early morning at 6am. Alex was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Soon enough she woke up, opened her chocolate-brown eyes and was facing Nik, who's been exercising in his new black sportswear next to their bed.

"...16, 17, 18, 19...", he counted his sit-ups.

Without letting Nik notice that she was awake, she smiled and silently watched him exercise.

"...23, 24, 25..."

When he raised his upper body from the floor at the 25th sit-up, he quickly pulled Alex from the bed towards him on the floor and turned around which made Alex lie under him and Nik hovering over her as he pinned her on the floor.

"Hey??!"

"What? You think I wouldn't notice you watchin me exercise, sleepy head? Now I gotcha, rook.", he smirked.

"Niiiiiik, come on. Yes, you caught me, now could you please stand up?"

"No, I finally got ya'. Got ya' where I want ya'.", he kept staring into her chocolate-brown eyes and moved his face closer to hers to reach her lips.

"Oh no, you don't!!", she giggled and started tickling him. But it didn't work as she expected and surprisingly looked at Nik who smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, aren't you tickly?", she asked while continued making him laugh and back away.

Looking at her confused girlfriend, he backed away and chuckled.

"I'm not tickly, rook. Now come on, let's get ready."

"For what? It's 6am in the morning.", she asked and both stood up from the floor.

"Let's go for a morning walk and do some jogging outside."

"Nooo, I'm headin to bed. It's too early.", she complained, covered herself back in white blankets and closed her eyes. Watching her softly, he joined her and layed himself next to her on bed. A quick kiss planed on her forehead and rested beside her.

"Nik, can't you just rest for a while. You're always training and exercising."

"I have to be ready for anything. And besides, the reasons to get strong for a man are: Lift girlfriend, lift wife one day and protect other women.", his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Fiiine, alright. I'll join you then.", she agreed. Then she started tickling him again and tried harder this time, but Nik stayed calm.

"Try harder, rook", he grinned, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold it back anymore, gave up and finally laughed.

"Yesss, you're finally laughing!!!"

"Ah, hey... hahaha... stop now, rook. Hey, stop! Rookie, please!! Okay, yeah, you... you... you got meee!!!!"

Alex stopped tickling him and sat infront of him to get a better look at him. Smiling at him, she apologized.

"Sorry, I just wanted to tickle you see your smile. It's cute. I don't like it if you're playing the serious guy. When you smile, you make me smile too. And you're the reason I can't stop smiling. ", she said and smiled sweetly.

"That's why you were randomly tickling me, huh?!! You are the one that makes me smile already when you're happy, rook. If you wanna keep sleeping longer, you can. It's just... it would be much nicer when you would join me with work-out. You and me, rook. Since you started living with me, it's no fun anymore if I do my usual things alone without you."

"Guess you got more used to it by having me on your side, partner.", she winked and stood up from bed, when suddenly Nik pulled her back which made her sit on his lap.

"Now it's your turn to smile.", he answered and started tickling her. Alex was very tickly and couldn't stop laughing that much.

"Hahahaha... Niiiiiik, haha... Stop, please?!!", she begged.

"That's what I call sweet revenge. Make me stop now, rookie."

Alex really couldn't stop laughing hard which made Nik stop after a few seconds and waited till she calmed herself down.

"Oh Nik, oh my..."

"Alex, you alright? Calm down. Breathe slowly, okay."

"I... I... I'm fine. Don't worry.", she sweetly smiled.

"I didn't know you were tickly, rook. You still okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. With you, I'll always be fine."

Soon enough, both were ready for a morning jog outside. Nik still patiently waiting in his black sportswear in the livingroom for Alex to change. As she arrived, his eyes widen as he saw her in her tight sportwear, revealing a little skin, her curves, but especially the slim body shape. Her silvery hair was tied into a ponytail.

"Damn, rookie... You... You're hot.", he suddenly felt more attracted by her.

"Oh, thanks. I decided to wear my black sportswear to match with your's. Hey, how do you like my pink sports shoes?"

"Uhhh, they're... very pink."

"Wow, really? I didn't know, thanks", she rolled her eyes and smiled.

A light jog in the fresh air was exactly what the two needed to start their day. Both having a relaxing jog in the almost empty park. The lush park was teeming with vibrant flowers and plants that were both beautiful and fragrant which gave Alex a relaxed and peaceful feeling.

"Such a beautiful day. Hey Nik, don't run so fast. Let's have a relaxing jog."

"Sorry if you're too slow, rook."

"Hey, I'm not slow. I'm definitly faster than you. I challenge you for a race.", she stopped while arguing which made Nik stop too.

"You sure? I don't wanna beat you."

"I'm so sure about it. See that tree over there, let's see who reaches it first. By the count of three, we both start running.", Alex challenged the guy as she pointed at a lonely standing tree at the other side of the park.

Nik agreed and both got into their positions, making themselves ready for the race. They fairly wished eachother good luck and by the count of three, they began the race. Sprinting across the park. Nik was leading, but Alex wasn't far for him, slowly trying to gain the lead.

"Come on rook, faster!!"

"I... I... I'm almost", she pushed harder with all her might. After a few more steps, she finally managed to take the lead. When the couple finally neared the old tree at the end, it was indeed Alex who first reached it which surprised Nik.

"Damn, well done. You won.", he confessed and slowly fell on the grass for rest while Alex leaned against the tree. Both desperatly catching for air and trying to slow their breathing. When they were done, they slowly walked back, down the tiny hill where their little race first began.

"Hey, Nik... Could you show me some cool new moves? Let's train.", she stopped walking to seek his attention.

"Fine. How about this?", he stopped walking, stood behind her so that he felt her back leaning against his chest. With his arm around her waist, he moved his foot towards between her feet and shove them apart.

"Woah, Nik... And then?", she almost lost balance but then maintained it.

"And then I have you, so the next step is this...", he planted a kiss from behind and chuckled.

"Niiiiiik, not those moves of your's. Teach me your other moves. Some fighting and punching.", she moved away from him and mimicked to deliver a few punches while jumping up and down which made Nik laugh.

"How cute, my silly rook. Fine, let's go and find the perfect place for training.", he suggested and both strolled around until they found a wide, secluded area in the park with enough space for training.

But this secluded corner of the park was also the perfect place for a romantic moment between lovers, because they weren't alone. Not far away they spotted two familar figures sitting on a bench while gently stroking eachother's bodies. Their backs turned towards Nik and Alex. They definitly couldn't see them, but Nik and Alex could.

"Oh my, are that...??!!", she discovered with Nik. It looked like they were having a conversation and laughing.

"Well, whatever. Let's leave them alone and give them some space. We..."

"Nik, look!!!", Alex cupped his face and turned it towards the couple infront of them, so he would see what she's meaning. Their eyes widen as they discovered Luc who joined Vera on the bench suddenly stood up and got on one knee.

"Damn, is Luc... Is he gonna propose to Vera? Were they secretly dating the whole time and... Ouch!! Heeeey, what was that for?", he complained as Alex delievered a strong punch on his shoulders and glared at him.

"This was for the wedding proposal which I still haven't received from you. Learn something from Luc, he's so romantic and just proposed to Vera while I'm still waiting for you to propose to me. I bet Luc's already planning his future and family with Vera. But you, Nik..."

"Woaaah, slow down. Hold the horse, rook and take a closer look.", he answered and pointed back towards Luc and Vera.

On his knee, Luc wasn't holding a ring to propose to Vera Reimonenq. Instead he held a rose towards his blushing lover. It took the young Reimonenq a bit time until the blushing and overwhelmed feeling faded away. She finally dared to pull him closer for a passionate kiss as Luc stood up from his knee. Alex gasped, but Nik quickly managed to cover her mouth to not disturb the couple infront of them.

"Let's leave 'em alone, rook.", he wispered, but Alex didn't listened to him and quietly consumed the lovers infront her which made her happy.

Now Luc held the flower between his teeth, took Vera's gloved hand in his his and both twirled and danced in eachother's embrace without taking their eyes away from eachother.

"They're so perfect for eachother, Nik. I'll ship them from now on as Lu-era or Lu-ra. Just look at the lovely couple."

"There's no music. Why do they dance then?"

"Because they're in love, Nik. Love makes everything possible."

"Yeah, that's cute and all, but I don't know about Luc. He basically flirts with everyone. Hope he doesn't hurt Vera's feelings. She seemed a nice and innocent girl. And rook, you shouldn't mention that we saw them like this. I think they should tell us about their relationship when they feel ready."

"Ugggh, fiiiine. Nik, why are you always so right? You have no idea how much I want to congratulate them, but... Well... Okay, fiiiine. We'll keep it a secret.", she sighed and left together with Nik to give the newly discovered couple some more privacy.

Luc gracefully danced with Vera in his arms and at the end, holding her tight to dip her. With that, they finished their romantic dance and took back their places on the park bench. Luc gave Vera her rose, took her gloved hand to plant a kiss.

"You're so beautiful, ma chérie. Never have I ever seen such a beauty like you before, Vera chérie. Mon amour.", he confessed and kissed her hand again.

"Ooooh, Luc...", she shyly met his warm gaze and stroked his cheek.

"Je t'aime, Vera."

"Je t'aime aussi. I love you too, Luc. I was so shy and well... Thank you for everything. For trying to break the Reimonenq curse. And I'm glad we're together."

"I'll do anything for you, Vera. I never thought we'll become that close. I mean, I flirt with anyone handsome and beautiful, but you... Why should I flirt with anyone when I have you, Vera chérie?", he kissed her hand again.

"I don't like it when you flirt with others."

"And I won't do it. I'll surrender. I have you. I don't find anyone attractive anymore because of you. You're truely a blessing. A beauty, mon amour. You make me the happiest man in all realms. I love you."

"I never thought beeing in love would be so... so beautiful. Seeing first Alex happy with Nik, I secretly wished to find someone else too... My other half, but now I think I already have now."

"Really?", he grinned.

"Oui, Luc. You're my other half. My love. You're the reason I can't stop smiling. ", she giggled and pinched Luc's nose.

Both laughing, talking and enjoying eachother's company while Luc let Vera lean against him. Her head on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around her waist. After a few minutes of calm silence, Luc began to spoke.

"When will we meet again like this, ma chérie? I don't want to keep our relationship a secret anymore. Everytime we were around with friends, I had to control myself. So many times, I wanted to hug you, kiss you, but I can't. Not until you're ready to finally announce our relationship, Vera. When?"

"Oh Luc, don't you understand? What will everyone think when they found out that a Reimonenq and a witch are dating, when our families had conflicts which eachother for centuries?"

"I'll try to convince my mother somehow, I promise. No witch will have a problem with us, I promise. I'll keep you happy and safe. As long as we have eachother, nothing will seperate us.", he lightly brushed a kiss on her forehead.

"You're right. I'm not scared of my mother and her goons. Besides, my mom has nothing against the witches because she considers the Reimonenq touch as a gift. And if her goons ever try to scare you, don't worry. I'll always be with you. Nobody will try to harm you. Luc, let's finally announce our love.", she proudly spoke.

"Oui, c'est vrai. I love you, ma chérie."

[mountttmase]

Helloooo blueberries 🤭🤭🤭🩷🌺

It was only Wednesday yet you felt like it had been the longest week in your existence. You were tired, fed up and were in the mood for some comfort however the only person you were seeking said comfort from wasn’t home yet. MY MOOD OF THE DAY😭😂

‘Mason! What the fuck’ you shouted as he practically double over with laughter. Holding onto his stomach as he lent into the door frame to steady himself and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit too even though your heart was beating out of your chest. HE LOVES SCARING PEOPLE

‘Same old same old’ he shrugged, kissing your forehead sporadically. ‘They had fifa set up on this massive screen and I had a game with Madders. I won’ he winked as you smiled into his neck at his cockiness. AHHAHAHA HE IS SOO PROUD OF HIMSELF

He didn’t say another word, just tilted your head back and kissed you forcefully, practically knocking the wind out of you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were struggling to breath a little bit as he devoured you and you were close to pushing him off so you could get some air when he pulled back, separating from you completely before rolling you onto your front quickly and with force. WELL MOUNT CALM DOWN

‘Blueberries!’ OPS

He looked petrified and full of guilt as he looked back at you but also full of confusion so you quickly moved over to him, sitting in his lap and cupping his jaw as you stroked over his cheeks. He kept his hands by his side as he was clearly still unsure as to what was going on and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but when you pulled him into a hug he wrapped his arms around you tightly. HE IS SOOO SCARED, POOR BOY

‘Of course, I’m sorry I shouldn’t of just jumped right in like that I should of double checked. I just got a bit ahead of myself but that’s no excuse’ he told you, kissing over your cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms gently. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? I really am sorry I feel awful’ HE FEELS SOOOO BAD 😭😭

‘You want me to come and sort her out for you?’ He joked and you shook your head with a giggle. AHHAHAHA, NO TO VIOLENCE MOUNT

‘Yeah, all I’ve thought about is having you next to me. I need some looking after’ you laughed and you felt him smile onto your skin. OPS🤭🤭

ALL THIS SMUT WAS SOOOOOO SOFT

He walked back through the door seconds after, a few bottles of water tucked under one arm and a tub of your favourite ice cream with two spoons in his hand. He looked a little bit shy as you made eye contact with him but he padded over to his side of the bed and got himself under the covers before patting your side of the bed for him to join you. ICE CREAMMMM

‘Don’t’ you laughed, cutting him off as you knew he was about to blame himself for earlier and you wanted to let him know you’d moved on and forgotten about it. ‘It’s okay honestly. I’m fine, we’re fine. Let’s just forget about it’ LOVELY GIRL

‘I know but it’s not fine really. I don’t want you to brush it under the carpet’ he told you softly. ‘I’ll remember to check with you next time’ he smiled and you gave him a soft nod to let him know it was all in the past before he let you rant about work some more and he showed you some pictures of tonight’s event. YES BABY, EXACTLY

‘I’m trying to get to sleep, Mase. We don’t want to attract all the local dogs and have them howling along with you’ AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH DEAD

I LOVED THAT THE FIRST TIME I READ IT AND I LOVED IT NOW🤭😌

Omg I loved writing this one, I think it was important he took accountability and didn’t let her brush it under the carpet like she wanted to

And I’m glad you like the dog line I was quite proud of that 😂🩷

[rexxdjarin]

Good evening (or the equivalent of your time zone!), I bring thee Rex thots, if you're interested 😌 I'm sorry they might be all over the place hagshsvsh I'm a little rusty at writing

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But imagine it's early morning, you're still soft and cozy in bed, barely able to keep your eyes open. It's a lazy morning, and you know the quiet will carry over throughout the whole day. There's nothing to be done, no errands, no urgent task to be fulfilled.

The only thing keeping you awake - and ironically, also what's making it all the harder to not drift back to sleep - is the soft, melodic humming coming from the kitchen.

Rex got up some short time ago, urging you to stay under the covers when you tried to follow, for he wouldn't part from you for long.

Thrice already he wandered back to the bedroom, once to kiss your forehead, twice to bring you a sample of fresh coffee - he has long perfected the way you have it, but always wants to be sure.

And then he came back just to hold your hand, and exchange a few sleepy kisses. He was true when he said he wouldn't part for long, he can't help but want to be close to you every moment of the day.

At last he makes his final return, a tray of the last day's pastries you baked together balanced in one of his hands, and two cups still steaming with coffee secured on the other.

You make no attempt at subtlety when he moves to open up the window, and he throws you both a wink and a smile full of promise as he catches your eye. He even puts on a little show for you, making sure to stretch all the way and making his shirt rise just enough to tease you right.

When he joins you in bed once again you have half a mind to ignore the coffee and have another kind of breakfast instead, and he's still smirking as he settles in bed, pulling your head to his chest and kissing the top of your hair.

He sips off his mug, pulling up his datapad to read the morning news, perfectly domestic and innocent... If not for the hand on your thigh, drawing dizzying patterns on your skin.

@clone-a-palooza

I am literally SOBBING over this. There is nothing I love more than domestic stuff with Rex because he deserves it more than anyone💙

Rex with his lil coffee and kissing you all over in the morning. He’s just the sweetest kindest most affectionate man ever and I would give anything for this to be a future for him 🥺🥰

[obsessedasusual]

A Beautiful Night in the Neighbourhood - Tig Trager x Reader

Pairing: Tig Trager x Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, pining... the whole sh-bang!

Summary: You decide to take Tig up on his oh so generous offer, kinda.

Note: I loved the dynamic with these two so had to add to the story. It's cliche, it's self indulgent. I love this curly headed mess.

It had been a number of weeks since Tig had joined you for dinner. You’d seen him quite a bit since then. Being neighbours you couldn’t really avoid him even if you had wanted to. You hadn’t taken him up on his offer of “breaking your dry spell” and he hadn’t mentioned it again.

You had tried to put the idea out of your mind, tried to forget it completely. But some nights were extra lonely and unfortunately, as sad as it was, your favourite battery-operated boyfriend didn’t always provide the heat you craved. Those were the nights you let your mind wander and your imagination run wild.

There was no time for that tonight however, you were busy slaving away in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for your son’s seventh birthday tomorrow. How the hell is that kid seven already? If you thought about it too hard you’d surely end up spilling a few tears, which is part of the reason why you didn’t mind Tig letting himself in, helping himself to a beer from your fridge and hovering around you in the kitchen like a God-damned pest.

“Tig, I swear to God if you swipe anymore cake batter I’ll choke you with it.” Alex was in bed hours ago. If he went to sleep early he wouldn’t have to wait as long for his party, your reasoning was more than enough to get him zooming to his bedroom.

“I take my job very seriously, Y/N,” he had made himself ‘chief taste tester’, “You could’ve had me as security. This is on you.”

That had been a conversation from earlier, “No one’s gonna try anything with a Son guarding the door,” “Tig, who the fuck is gonna try something at a seven year old’s birthday party?”

You pushed Tig away from the sweet treats that decorated the counter and set him the job of cutting the ingredients for the pizzas – yep, you were the mom that went all out for special occasions.

A little while passed and you soon found yourselves studying the cake you had just finished icing.

“Well… it’s not, not a motorbike.” The curly haired man offered. You let out a defeated laugh and dropped your forehead against Tig’s shoulder.

“That was harder than the video said it was gonna be.”

He wrapped his arm around you, lightly pulling you closer to press a kiss to your head while you ignored the twist of your stomach, “I’m kidding, doll, it looks great.”

“You’re so full of shit, Trager.” You giggled, pulling away.

The next day the party came and went in the blink of an eye and by the time the last kid had gone home, you were asleep on your feet.

Tig had made an appearance as promised to your son until he had been called away on ‘club shit’, but not before gifting Alex a water gun and leaving with a wink and a smirk. Naturally a water fight among the kids had followed, the parents becoming the victims caught in the crossfire.

You set about cleaning the mess in peace. Your sister had turned up from Lodi with your nephews in tow, and when it came time for them to head out, the three cousins begged and pleaded to let Alex stay with them for the night. You hadn’t been quick to agree, wanting to spend the evening with your son, but your sister worked some of her charm on you and before you knew it you were waving them off down the road.

You looked at what was left of the mess and sighed. There was a lot of food leftover, too much for you and Alex to take care of before it went bad, looks like Tig’s getting some leftovers.

Tig opened the door barely a second after you knocked, causing you to startle and almost drop the containers you were balancing in one arm, “Jesus, Tig. You waiting for me or something?’

“Sorry, doll. Saw you walking up from the window. Whatcha got there?” he reached forward to grab the containers and turned to walk back into his house. You rolled your eyes and followed.

“There was so much food leftover, no way me and the kid would get through it.”

He cracked open one of the containers he had sat on the bench and shot you a smile when he saw the variety of food inside, “I’m gonna put a ring on that finger one day.”

“Can’t wait.” You giggled.

“What? Don’t wanna marry me?” he stepped closer to you, his stupid smirk refusing to leave his face. You smirked right back, spotting his gaze flick down to your lips, back up to your eyes and to your lips again.

“Don’t think you could handle me, Trager.” You joked, stepping past him to grab the containers and get them in the fridge. When you turned back you found yourself looking directly at Tig’s chest, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. You lifted your head and saw he was already staring down at you.

“I could handle you just fine, baby.” His voice was low, one hand raising to brush your hair behind your ear.

You found yourself holding your breath, waiting and wanting, “Tig-“

He cut you off by dipping his head and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, testing the waters.

When he pulled back he kept his hands at the back of your neck and looked down at you, but your gaze was only on his lips.

He was almost hesitant, bringing his lips to yours again. You had to admit that you were a bit hesitant yourself, not because you didn’t want it to happen, but because you hadn’t expected it to happen in the first place, and because you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself if Tig suddenly pushed you away

But he didn’t push you away. Once he realized you weren’t pulling to get away from him, he pulled you impossibly closer and moved his lips gently against yours.

When his tongue lightly moved across your bottom lip is when you snapped back to reality and all but threw yourself at him. Your arms wound around his neck, one hand sneaky into his hair and you gripped it, making him grunt into your mouth.

It was messy, there was nothing delicate about his kiss anymore and you found yourself wanting more. His tongue fought yours as he moved one hand to your waist and squeezed. You jumped and let out a small squeal at the feeling causing Tig to pull back and stare at you, “You ticklish, doll?”

You shook your head quickly, humming out a mm-mm in protest and tried to pull him back to meet your eager lips. He happily obliged and gave you another wet kiss before squeezing at your waist again, “Tig!”

“You are so.” He was chuckling at you now as moved back to capture your mouth. The hand left your waist and slid down to grab a handful of your ass through your jeans, causing you to moan out against him.

“More.”

“More, baby?” his mouth moved from your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw before settling on a spot wear your neck met your shoulder, working at it until he was certain there’d be evidence of him tomorrow. Taking his reward in the form of your soft moans. And fuck, did he want to hear more of those.

You couldn’t believe how hot and bothered you were from only making out. You knew it had to do with more than just your dry spell, it was the man you were with, “I need you, Tig. Please.”

He pulled your hips flush against his and you could feel all of him through his jeans.

“You need me, baby?” He pulled back and leant his forehead against yours breathing heavily. “You sure you want this?”

You didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding against him, “Yes. Please.”

He gave you another heated kiss, murmuring against your lips, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He hummed, “What do you want from me hmm?”

You stared at the floor mumbling to yourself.

“Can’t hear ya, doll. Look at me. What do you want?”

“Jesus Christ okay! Fuck me, Tig. Please just-“ he cut you off with a searing kiss, leaning down to grip your thighs as you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. The two of you hit into the wall a few times as he stumbled you to his bedroom blindly, refusing to disconnect your lips.

You fell against a soft bed and immediately shed your top, Tig taking this moment to take in the sight before him, “Fucking gorgeous.”

You smiled at him, grabbing at his collar and pulling him in for another kiss, unbuttoning his shirt as you did so.

He made quick work of discarding your jeans somewhere in the room, his following suit. Kissing you softly he trailed his down your stomach rubbing you gently over your underwear, causing you to moan out in relief, “Yeah, baby?”

You let out a small whine as he applied more pressure, nodding and trying to grind back against his hand.

Tig was achingly hard at this point, completely driven by how you responded to his touch, how much you wanted him. He moved to rid you of your bra and straight away his mouth went to your chest, biting softly. Your underwear was next to go. Tig let out a groan when he saw how wet you were for him, “Can I taste you, baby?”

Christ, if it had been a year since you last had sex, it must’ve been closer to two since someone last went down on you.

“Please, Tig.” And with that he pressed the first kiss of many to your core, moaning obscenely at the first taste.

Your moans were constant as you writhed against his mouth lapping at your clit, “Jesus… fuck, Tig.”

At one particular hard suck your hand flew to the back of his head and you tried to pull him closer, grinding as best you could against his face. Tig could feel your body tense up as he drew you closer to your peak.

“Taste so good, baby. You gonna cum for me, Y/N?” it was the first time he’d called you by your name that night and that way it sounded, God you could have it on repeat for a week.

Tig ran his tongue over you, again and again, finally deciding to take you over the edge and sealing his mouth around your clit and sucking.

“Yes Tig, please. So close. Gonna… uh!” The grip you had on his hair tightened remarkably and he let out a deep moan against your core, the vibrations are what got you to the finish line. You came with a loud cry, hips rocking against his mouth, riding the feeling as long as you could. His tongue kept going at your oversensitive nub until you were all whimpers and kicking at his shoulder, needing to catch your breath.

His lips left your core and he moved back up and in for another heated kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue and fuck if it didn’t make the situation hotter.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you steady to grind his hips into yours, moaning at your naked heat through his boxers, “You feel how hard you make me, baby?”

You reached lower to tug his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his length, he let out a muffled fuck and thrust into your hand.

When he finally pushed into you were both lost in a world of pleasure. Thrusting, kissing, biting, you couldn’t keep up even if you tried. All you could do was grip his hair and lose yourself in the feeling. So this is what you had been missing? Damn.

Somehow, Tig knew exactly how make you feel what you wanted to feel, how to bring you to the brink and hold you there until he was well and ready. You could feel him everywhere. His hands, his mouth, reaching anywhere they could. His grunts pushed you further into bliss and you soon found yourself falling over the edge at high speed, unable to form coherent sentence. Tig groaned at the feeling and thrust harder, losing his rhythm as he now chased his own high.

He came with a broken moan, right in your ear and collapsed on your chest, completely out of breath.

You stayed in that position for what felt like forever, and for that time you just enjoyed the weight on top of you.

Tig placed a sweet kiss to your neck and then your jaw, pushing himself up slightly to capture your lips. You sighed into the kiss, content. He pulled back to rest his forehead against yours and gave you a smirk.

“You good, baby?”

You nodded your head lightly, nose brushing along his, “So good.”

His smirk widened to a smile, giving you another hard kiss before rolling off you and pulling you to his side, “Just so you know, now I’ve had you in my bed. There’s no getting rid of me.”

“Getting clingy already, Tiggy?” you teased, tracing shapes on his chest.

Tig barked out a laughed, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “You have no idea, baby.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist

You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. 

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away. 

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across. 

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale. 

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.” 

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends. 

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship. 

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed. 

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses. 

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends. 

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

 “Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him. 

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips. 

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

[kirascottage]

dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable. 

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care. 

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you) 

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

•  even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style: 

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

or

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe. 

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can. 

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.  

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely. 

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are. 

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

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Home - Jake Kiszka

Home Part 2 - Jake Kiszka

Synopsis: Two weeks after finding the blemish on his skin, you seek answers and the truth of what he had done to ruin the life you had built together.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, nudity, therapy, screaming match, ANGST. 

Link to part one [X]

Ask and you shall receive. (This is now a series). Enjoy!

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Nights were restless, losing sleep over the thoughts of what your husband did. You had yet to confront him about the blemish you’d found under his collar, not wanting to know if he actually betrayed your marriage. You shied away from his touch when he’d reach for you. Conversations never lasted more than a few words. Some nights, you’d even move to the guest bedroom to try and get a peaceful night's sleep, away from the haunting thoughts of your husband and his mistress.

Just like every other night, he laid beside you. You knew Jake was awake, but you made no move to alert him that you were in fact also wide awake. The duvet was pulled up to your chin, hiding the way you chewed your bottom lip raw. You wondered if she had ever been in your shared bed. If she had been pushed down slowly as your husband crawled atop of her just to kiss his way down her body as he used to do with you. The main thought that crossed your mind was if Jake had ever told her that he loved her and if he was even in love with you anymore. 

Jake knew better than to try anything with you lately, he sensed that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He missed holding you, kissing you, and making love to you. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder as he stared at the ceiling of your bedroom, if you knew what he had done. If in some sense you could tell that he had done something to damage the life you’d built together. He left no trace of his past mistakes so deep down, it was a no-brainer that you had no clue. But what if you did? Jake had been with you through thick and thin, but if you knew how he broke the vows you made on August 7th, 2019, that would be it. All of the pages of your story would be full and the book would close. 

The warm sun peeked through the curtains. Morning had come and neither of you had gotten a wink of sleep, too worried of what this day would do to your marriage. Jake watched you strip the linens from your body and get out of the bed to go to the bathroom. In the quiet house, he could hear the shower turn on and in an attempt to smoothen things out, he figured he would join you. When opening the door, he can see the outline of your body that he missed. After admiring the beautiful silhouette of his wife, he strips his clothes off and steps into the white tiled shower behind you. Jake’s hands softly cup your waist, not tugging you closer to him or anything, but simply to alert you that he was there. 

You turned your head to look at your husband, shocked he had invited himself in. “What’re you doing?” You ask him. 

Jake leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Showering with my wife. Is that okay?”

“Do as you please.”

You turn back towards the shower head and close your eyes as the droplets of water trail down the entirety of your body. Jake took a risk being in here with you, and takes another as he swipes your wet locks away from your neck to leave soft kisses on your skin. He felt you stiffen under his touch, but thought nothing of it besides the fact that it had been a while since you two had been intimate. The hand that held his golden wedding band traveled upwards to wrap around your stomach and tug you closer to him. You turn around quickly and place a hand on his wet chest to push him away. 

“Please.. Don’t.” 

Both hands were then removed from your body without a word. The rest of the shower was quiet, taking turns under the water to rinse shampoo and soap from yourselves. Even getting dressed was tense. You had caught Jake taking glances at you, longing to have you close to him again. But to you, his touch was scorching. It hurt you when he touched you. All you could think about were how those same hands were on another and how his fingers worked her to a release. Even having his eyes burn into you brought those same thoughts to your mind so you had been dressing conservatively as of late. You let your hands linger over your bloated stomach, thumbs soothing the clothes that covered you.

You had mentioned going to couples therapy in one of the few brief conversations shared between the two of you. Jake had been silent when it was brought up. It crossed your mind if he knew that you knew of his affair. From what you could tell, the affair was over, you haven't found any other sign that he was continuing it. You hoped it would bring you comfort to try and talk things out with another party sitting in. 

The car ride there, Jake drove while you stared out of the window and watched the trees and buildings pass by in the passenger seat. His fingers fidgeted against the steering wheel and in a moment of weakness, you grabbed his hand and held it. But just as quickly, you tore your hand away, thinking of how he drove this exact car to meet her, maybe he even pushed her face against the leather seats or pushed back his seat and let her climb onto his lap. Jake’s hand clenched into a fist before slapping it back to its original position. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach as he pulls into the parking lot of the building where it could make or break what you’d built. 

The doctor's office was minimalistic, a few picture frames hanging on the wall, mostly just ones holding diplomas she had earned. Books line the shelves behind the burnt orange couch that you and Jake sat on. Natural sunlight shined in through the white drapes, heating up one half of your body. It was nerve racking to be in such a position when you didn’t ever see this coming. Jake was fidgeting, playing with his fingers and bouncing his leg. The doctor sat in a white armchair in front of the two of you, book open on her lap with the pages ready to be filled with her notes.

“So, tell me why you are here today Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” She says, not looking up at you two. 

Jake and you look at each other, silently deciding on who will speak first. He opens his mouth to start, but you jump in. “I haven’t been feeling very content with the relationship with my husband and I’m almost certain he feels the same.”

“If you would, please elaborate on what you mean by that.”

You suck your bottom lip in and steal a glance at Jake who was looking at you with confusion. “I fear that I’m not enough for him. That he doesn’t want me anymore, but instead, wants someone else.” You choke down the heaviness in your throat.

“Not enough for me?” Your husband whispers. 

“Mr. Kiszka, please refrain from making comments until the end.” Jake sinks back into the couch, pondering over what could possibly make you say that. “Continue, Mrs. Kiszka.”

You twiddle your thumbs. “I just feel like he’s bored of me. I mean, we’ve been together for seven years now and you know what people say about the seven year itch with relationships.”

“I’d like to reassure you that the seven year itch is just a myth. But I do understand that being in a relationship for so long can alter one's way of thinking about their partners and themselves. And I’d like to know, Mr. Kiszka, why are you here today?” 

Jake stayed silent for a few seconds before replying to the doctor. “I’ve noticed that she hasn’t been herself lately and I can’t help but fear that it’s my fault.” 

“Your fault?”

“Yeah. I haven’t been home much and not showing her the love that she deserves, but when I do go to try, I get pushed away and ignored.” He couldn’t say the real reason, that would not end well.

You gulp. It was his fault. But part of you believed it was yours as well.

“Mrs. Kiszka, do you feel like your husband has been distant?”

“I-” You stutter. “I do. He’s been coming home at ungodly hours, has barely touched me in two months until the past two weeks and I um.. I found a hickey on his neck one morning while he was asleep on the couch…” Your eyes shift down to your shoes, blinking away your tears.

“You think your husband has been having an affair?”

“Yes.”

Jake feels his world freeze and his heart stop. You knew. 

“Mr. Kiszka, what do you have to say regarding your wifes accusation?” 

The lump in his throat has him choking on his words. “She’s right…” He whispers. Jake looks over at you just to see how heartbroken you look from hearing the truth come from him.

“So, you had an affair. Why was that?”

“I don’t have an answer as to why.”

You scoff from next to him. “You don’t know why, Jake?” He shakes his head in response. “There has to be a reason… Was it me? Was I not a good enough wife?” 

Jake was shocked to hear those words slip from your mouth, whipping his head in your direction. His hands reach out for yours, but you only shift further down the sofa. “No baby, no. It has nothing to do with you!” He cries.

“The two of you have been together for so long, many couples struggle with maintaining monogamy. Many want excitement and something new-”

You felt your blood boil at the doctor's words. “Really? You want me to just think of my husband cheating as a statistic?” Jake sits beside you with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. 

“No. I am just stating that this is more common than you may think.” 

“Can we be done for today?” You cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of what she has to say. “Please.” 

You regret your decision to do therapy. It wounded you more than just seeing the rose colored splotch he tried to hide from you. The car ride home was silent. You didn’t know what to say to him anymore. There was almost nothing left to say now. Jake pulls into the driveway and immediately you’re out of the car while he sits and watches you walk into the broken home he’d created. There was nothing more he could do, he wanted to chase you, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. 

When Jake entered the house, it was cold and dark. You stood in the kitchen, hunched over the marble countertop of the island. He waited in front of you, silent. Jake saw the betrayal, the hurt and the anger that was swarming your eyes. 

“Why.” You whispered.

Jake stood frozen, not knowing how to answer you. Your arms curled around your midsection as you stood up to fully face your husband. “Why did you cheat, Jacob?” You cried out.

“I don’t know..”

Your eyes flash to the ceiling, blinking away the relentless tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. “Really? The best you can give me is that you don’t know?” 

“Baby..”

“Don’t you sweet talk me, Kiszka. I have been through hell trying to make up every excuse in the book as to what I saw on your neck two weeks ago and all you give me is that you don’t know why you fucked another woman behind my back!” Jake staggers a little as you shout at him.

Your husband stares at you so you scoff and turn to leave the room. “So you’re just gonna leave? We’re not gonna talk about this?” He shouts back as you’re about to climb the stairs. 

It takes everything in you not to slap Jake at that very moment. Instead you turn and scream at him again. “You didn’t say anything! You’ve already given up, Jake and honestly, so have I. You can go get your little tramp and plow her till you’re satisfied.”

“I’m not fucking anyone for fucks sake! Not even my own wife!”

“And what’s stopping you? You did it once, go do it again!”

The shouts and screams you both released echoed throughout the still house. “I made a mistake! What do I have to do? Say that I’m sorry and that I love you?”

You stomp down the stairs and get in your husband's face. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to do and you have yet to do it.” 

Both of you stare at one another's tear stained face, burning holes in one another to try and read the other's mind. You shake your head, ready to leave him there again, but his hands trap your wrists. He doesn’t hug you anything, just holds you in place. 

“I am so so sorry.” Fat tears roll down your husband's red cheeks. “I can’t give you the answers you deserve because I don’t have them myself… I let myself make that mistake and I hate myself everyday for it.”

Now he gently tugs you closer to him. “Jake-”

“No, please… I can’t lose you. I’m sorry, baby. I am. It’s over, it’s just you and me again.”

“Jake, stop. Even if your plaything is gone, that doesn’t mean the three of us will be okay.” You rip one of your hands from his grip, placing it on your slightly bloated stomach.

Jake’s bloodshot eyes beam with excitement over the news. “Are you?” 

You nod softly. A breathy laugh comes from the man before you. The happiness he showed you over your unborn child almost had you forgetting what you were arguing about. Almost. You grab his loose hand and place it over the swell. 

“I can’t believe it. You’re pregnant.. We’re gonna have a baby, baby!” He’s like a kid on Christmas, every worry has left his mind.

“We are, but you ruined this family, Jake.” You whisper. You turn to go upstairs for the third time that night, cupping his cheek and wiping the droplets before doing so.

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Sifu Hotman

zuko x water tribe sibling!reader

request - I want to request a Zuko x fem reader being Sokka and Katara's sister. She can be the older sister or sokka's twin sister. Also when they start dating Sokka and Katara can like threaten him by saying don't hurt my sister or else.

A/N - This is taking place after the war, I'm vaguely uncomfy writing for underage people (or like younger than 17) so I just went ahead and aged them up. I'm sorry if that's not what you were wanting! I'm also sort of ignoring the plot of the comics and stuff and we are ignoring Mai's existence. I don't feel like this was my best writing by any means but i tried and i thought it was a cute idea. There will probably be more zuko x reader coming soon

word count - 2000

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You took a deep breath in, the warm air refreshing after having just spent the last month in the southern water tribe with your family besides Katara who was off saving lives with Aang. Your twin brother stood beside you, his hair grown out and tied into a ponytail. Your sister would be here in the fire nation in a week with Aang. It had been three years since the war, you had just been kids at the time. You and Sokka were 15 during the last battle and you had felt so old then. Now, looking back, you had been immature and childish but you had grown up. After the war ended you remained in the fire nation for a few months. You had wanted to get a little bit of quiet before you started going on more adventures with your brother.

You had been very close with Zuko while he was traveling with you and the gang. You didn't know why but you trusted him, maybe it was because you trusted Toph's judgement but either way you had accepted him quicker than the others. You remembered how cold the rest of the group had been to him and it almost was funny to you now considering that Katara had just told you a story in a recent letter about Toph, Aang, and Zuko getting into a bickering match about fire flakes that ended in Toph trapping both of the boys into a earth tent. It was also hard to comprehend that Zuko was the new Firelord and he ruled over a whole nation.

It had been 2 years since you saw Zuko in person. It wasn't on purpose but you kept getting pulled in different directions, none of them leading you into the fire nation. You were excited but also scared to see him, butterflies filling your stomach at the thought of seeing him. You'd had a bit of a crush on the new Firelord when you last saw him but you refused to tell either of your siblings, knowing that they would threaten him to high heaven before he even knew about it.

Your brother walking beside you calmed you a bit, his presence being comforting to you. He was much taller than you now and he was more confident than the kid he had been during the war. You knew that the same was true for Aang, though he never grew up in personality. As you approached the gates of the palace you wondered if Zuko had changed.

You realized that he had as the gates opened and he was stood on the steps up to the palace waiting for both of you. His hair was long and it was pulled into a messy bun. His scar was no longer shrouded in his bangs and he seemed more confident in his stance. His robes were long and elegant and you wondered if he wore them by choice of if they were required because of his position. Your brother jogged slightly to get to Zuko faster, having grown to hold a strong bond with the man. You walked calmly but there was a smile on your face as your brother and Zuko embraced. Once the released each other Zuko turned to you. You noticed him gulp a bit and a blush threatened to cover your cheeks. Your grin became wider the closer you got to him and soon you were wrapped in his embrace.

You noticed that his frame was larger. You leaned your head back from the hug to look at his face and he looked well. Like he was happy and maybe even getting enough sleep.

"Hey there, Sifu Hotman." You smiled and Zuko rolled his eyes as he released you from the hug.

"I see we haven't matured in 2 years?" He grunts but you can see the smile trying to creep onto his face. "Toph still calls me that too." He grumbled lowly and you started laughing.

"Where is the little demon?"

"She's away dealing with some prisoners for me. She should be back in a week or so." Zuko smiled. "She's taken up a pretty important role here. She's like my personal lie detector. She likes to sit in on council meetings and scare everyone."

"I think that's actually her dream job." You smiled and Zuko hummed in agreement. There was a bit of a silence as you and Zuko just gazed at each other. He seemed so sure now. You had missed him dearly.

"Okay! Let's get this show on the road, people!" Sokka yelled and you internally groaned that he had to ruin the moment. Before you all turned toward the palace, Zuko sent you a wink and you felt a blush cover your face. As you headed up the steps of the palace you felt a comforting hand on your lower back as the Fire Lord gently followed behind you, Sokka running ahead of you, likely to find the food in the kitchens that he was accostomed to spending all of his time in.

"Can I speak to you in private when we get a moment?" Zuko asks and again your heart rate picks up. You turn your head to look at him.

"Of course" You smiled and he smiles back at you, making your head spin a bit. You spent the next few hours meeting new advisors, getting a tour through new parts of the palace, and catching up with Zuko who seemed to be acting more clingy than you had ever remembered him to be.

"Y/N, would you mind coming with me?" Zuko asked and you turned to face him with a smile.

"Of course!" You chirped as he led you to a secluded hallway away from your brother who was discussing war strategy with an advisor of Zuko's.

When you reached a place where you were out of earshot of others Zuko gently took your hands.

"I have something to confess." He stated and you felt fire on your cheeks, you nodded for him to continue, "I'm in love with you. I have been for years and I've never acted on it because there was always something going on and I was so unsure but now-" he gazed into your eyes with sincerity, "I couldn't be more sure. I want to be with you. If you'd have me, that is." Instead of answering you jumped forward, pressing your lips onto Zuko's in a searing kiss. He groaned and pushed back, trapping you against a wall. He pulled away to press his forehead into yours and you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them again and gazing at the man in front of you.

"Katara is gonna kill you." You mumbled and Zuko smiled.

"You aren't worried about Sokka?"

"I just know that Sokka can't win in a fight against you. Katara on the other hand..." you trailed off and Zuko looked offended.

"That's pretty rude to say to the man who just confessed his love for you."

"I'm just being honest. Toph might have some words too."

Zuko shuddered at the thought of what they could do to him. Sokka would be upset but he could probably handle it. Aang would be happy for both of them he was sure, always the peacemaker and moderator. Aang would probably be the only reason that Katara wouldn't attack Zuko immediately.

Over the next week you snuck around with Zuko, taking alone time any chance that you got. Sokka rarely let you get any peace as he stayed with you nearly constantly. He was always a little on the defence with you and he would likely settle in and ease up over the coming weeks as he got used to the new environment. You were never a huge fighter, though you could hold your own. You also couldn't bend. You were the one of the group who took care of everyone, you were the smartest in strategy by far, and you were the only one who could reason with Toph. Because of this, Sokka had gotten used to just being near you in case anything happened, though it was rare that anything did. You appreciated it normally but now you wanted time alone so that you could spend it with Zuko as you got used to being in a relationship that was more than platonic. But today was the day that the rest of the gang was arriving, even Suki would be joining you so you hoped that would take some of the clingy-ness of Sokka away. You all stood at the front of the palace, much like Zuko had stood for you a week earlier, and watched as Appa approached in the distance. He flew gently in front of you and as soon as he landed in front of you he licked you with his giant tongue and you were covered in slobber. Despite this you couldn't be happier to see the giant animal and you embraced him. You were suddenly pulled away and brought into the arms of your little sister.

"I missed you, Y/N." She mumbled into your neck and you smiled into hers, it had been so long since you had seen her and you felt tears come to your eyes at the relief of having her near.

You spent the next hours catching up with Katara and Aang, who had grown to be taller than you since you last saw him. Toph and Suki arrived that night and you were all glad to be together again at last, old memories coming back and filling you all with joy. You and Zuko looked at each other and you took a deep breath. You had discussed that you would be revealing your relationship to the rest of the group when you were all together but you were nervous for their reactions.

"So... I have something I would like to tell you guys." You stated and all of the conversation died down, all eyes suddenly on you. "Me and Zuko are together." You rushed out and you only got blank stares for a moment before there was groaning from Toph and Sokka.

"You couldn't have waited another year? I didn't think you would have figured it out by now." Toph grumbled and pulled some coins out of her pocket, Sokka doing the same. Suki and Katara held out their hands and money got dropped into them, both with smug looks on their faces. Zuko looked over at you and had the same look of shock that you likely did.

"What?" You mumbled.

"We all knew you were going to get together of course, you've been pining after each other for years, but me and Suki said you would be getting together this month and Toph said in a year. Sokka actually said in 3 months so he was closer than Toph was." Katara stated simply and you still just stared at her, mouth agape. "We also talked about the fact that if he hurts you," Her gaze shifted to a nervous looking Zuko, "we would all be committing some crimes."

"I feel like I should clarify that those crimes include maiming and murder." Sokka glared at Zuko and he gulped.

"But I'm so happy for you two!" Katara exclaimed, her attitude shifting completely. You and Zuko stared at each other in shock and then you smiled at him. You were so happy to finally be together and to have your friends around you.