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maybankslover · 2 months ago

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Hi lovely!

I hope you're doing good✨️💕

Could you please write something very angsty/hurtish(?) with drew?

here's a little idea:

drew and reader were very best friends they both were born grew up in NC. Reader has been always supportive of drew she also got to know the cast of obx because she visited drew on set sometimes later on they became a couple and they were so in love but when drew had to fly out of town because of a Film project drew grew apart from reader and she found out that he fell in love with his female coworker...and the rest is up to you!

If you are going to write this request thank you! If you are not also thankyou!! Take care of yourself bye💞💕💓💗

love you from a distance- drew starkey

drew starkey x childhood!bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, no comfort, mentions of infidelity. i by no means agree with the violence used in this fic. everything is for the plot.

summary: will they be able to come back after everything falls apart?

playlist: when we were young by adele - love your from a distance by ashley kutcher

a/n: yes in my mind it is infidelity. this is something that doesn't go well on my books and rules. sorry it wasn't exactly as the request!

growing up a house from eachother made their families become friends and by default it made them become friends too.

their mothers used to joke and pray for them to become a couple which seemed to work out as when they turned 18 holding hands became an habit, the hugs were longer and kissing was now an every day thing.

what else could they wish for? as their colleges were only half an hour from the other.

"drew sent the freaking audition tape." a younger y/n said to her scared boyfriend.

"what if they don't like it?" he looked up from his computer.

"it's their loss but you'll never know if you don't try." she kissed his head. his biggest supporter.

and when he landed the outer banks role a few years later, she was the first one he called, she was the one who started crying when he arrived to their shared apartment and cheered with him.

"I'm so fucking proud baby." she said in between kisses, cheeks wet with tears.

"thank you." he laughed. "I'd have never done it if it wasn't for you."

"I love you so much. you'll be a star." she knew it, she knew it in her soul.

it was as if she was marking his destiny because she was right. everyone went crazy when the first season came out, he was incredibly talented.

"and this is my girlfriend y/n/n." he smiled holding her close with a hand placed on her waist as he introduced her to his co-workers.

"you're even prettier in person." madelyn said hugging her.

they all welcomed her with a special warmth that made them become her friends too. all of them were there at their engagement party when two years into filming the show he proposed to her.

"I helped him choose the ring" madelyn whispered to her.

"I freaking love you clain." they both laughed.

"it was about damn time." logan, his brother, hugged both of them. "ten years down the road the patience you have." he said to his future sister in law.

"you see?" she said looking up at drew who was still holding her from behind.

"oh shut up you both." he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.

that was two years back and three months into him flying to europe for a film she felt the shift.

his calls were shorter, he didn't smile as much as he used to when they did facetime and there were always voices in the back. she tried to make herself believe it was only the filming schedule, the long hours and missed hours of sleep.

"hey baby." she said as she did her night routine. her phone placed on the bathroom marble. "missed you this morning."

"hey." no baby, no sweetheart. "missed you too."

liar her brain told her but her heart ignored it.

"I don't know if mac told you that we're doing her baby shower in two week's. thought that maybe you could make a short trip?" she changed her t-shirt, there was nothing he hadn't seen before, into her night-gown.

there was no suggestive comment.

"can't make it." he gave her half a smile. "schedule it's tight right now."

"oh." he didn't miss how her eyes gave away the sadness. "maybe I could fly for a few days after the baby shower? what do you think?" she smiled at him and brushed her hair, the ring on her hand shined in his screen reminding him of their commitment.

"I won't be able to be with you y/n/n, told you schedule it's tight." he said shortly.

he used to book her flights even if schedules were tight. he used to make time for her.

"okay." she whispered and bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "I'll leave you to it then. goodnight drew." no baby, no honey. drew.

and he realised he fucked up.

"no baby, wait." but she nodded no and ended the call.

her phone received his calls for almost an hour but she could only look at the screen while hugging the shirt he had left in bed the night before he left. the tears were her best friend's that night.

a picture of them at prom placed in his night stand reminded her of how they used to be.

she dreaded the baby shower. didn't want to be around the people who knew them the most when they hadn't been speaking that much since that call, she had kept her messages short while he started to put more effort after realising how much hurt he had inflicted to the woman he loved the most.

"have you been sleeping well?" brooke, his other sister, said sitting next to her.

"not really." she could be his sister but she also was one of her closest friends. his siblings were hers and viceversa.

"is everything okay between you and my brother?" when she nodded no brooke's cheerful expression was gone in a second.

"I think he's going to leave me brooke." she whispered, they were too many people around them. her future sister in law took her hand before leading her inside the house and into her childhood bedroom.

"what do you mean? there's no way." there was no way her brother would be leaving this girl.

"I don't know, I have this unsettling feeling on my chest. he doesn't want me to visit, he doesn't call, his texts are short. nothing feels right."

"he must be tired y'know how it can get." she tried to comfort her but she knew it was in vain.

"yeah probably." she accepted the hug the brunette gave her.

a month later she woke up feeling as if hell was being brought up in her. she vomited all morning, her head hurted and there was that feeling in her chest.

she just knew. she knew.

she knew when he arrived the next morning without a warning. she knew.

she looked awful, the same sickening feeling she felt yesterday intensified.

"just sat it." she whispered not even trying to avoid what she already knew.

"baby." she closed her eyes at his words.

her eyes filled with tears, her body shivered and she felt her knees trying to give in.

"who is she?" the kitchen that had been the scenery of their happiest moments was clouded with her sadness.

he didn't answer.

"who the fuck is she?" she shouted. she didn't swear, it wasn't like her. she never shouted. it was the end.

"her name is avery. she's my co-star." she didn't have any words in her. only a pain so hard in her chest that she thought it'd give her a heart attack, her right hand pressing down on the left side of her chest.

he watched as she matched past him and down the hallway to their bedroom. he followed.

"baby." he had the audacity to call her by a nickname.

when he entered the room he saw as she took all his things out of the drawers.

"no no no wait. it was a fucking mistake please don't do this." he tried to stop her hands but she pushed him.

"fucking mistake? mistake is anything else but that." she didn't even had the energy to scream at him. "how could you do this to me?"

his eyes filled with tears too.

"ten fucking years drew! we bought a house, the wedding is in a few months." her voice shattered. "we were trying for kids."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry baby i was high and i wasn't thinking." and it was the worst thing that he could've said.

"we've been together for our whole lives." she pushed a finger to his chest. "and I didn't even cross your mind?"

her voice was so raw. he had wrecked her.

"I need you to forgive me." he got down on his knees. forehead pressed to her stomach and arms wrapped around her legs. "I beg you."

she felt her t-shirt get wet and softly placed a hand on the back of his head.

they stayed like that for three minutes, she counted on the clock placed on their vanity.

"I'm so so so sorry sweetheart." he kissed repeatedly her lower stomach. "it won't happen again. ever again."

"yeah it won't." she whispered and moved back from him to continue the taking out his things from the drawers.

"what are you doing?" did he really think he was off the hook?

"you're leaving. it won't happen again because this is over." she kept aggressively throwing his things on a bag.

"no this can't be over. we don't quit." she gave him a broken laugh.

"you think I can move pass this?" she looked back at him. "that I can live beside you knowing you fucked someone else? knowing I didn't even cross your mind?" he tried to interrupt but she didn't let him. "knowing I'm no longer your only one?"

"it was only a kiss. i didn't fuck her, she kissed me." as if it was some kind of excuse. as if he didn't know that for her it was cheating anyway, he wouldn't have flown back home if he didn't know how serious it was.

she sat down in their bed and let the sobs come out.

he took a step closer and sat next to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her head.

and she let him.

"why did you do this to us?" her hands gripped his forearms. "why wasn't this enough?"

he stayed silent. she, them, was enough.

he was honest, he was high and he wasn't thinking when his co-star kissed him. when he let her.

there was no going back. he had destroyed his family, the one they were building and the one they were part of.

his family was her's and her family was his. no one would forgive him and he knew his family wouldn't accept anyone else. how did he fuck it up so badly.

"please leave drew. if there's an ounce of you that still holds any type of love for me leave." she pleaded.

"I love you, I don't want to go." he listened how a heart wrecking sob left her throat as she teared his arms off of her and went to get her bag.

"I'm leaving then." she took what she saw first and her phone already calling her brother to pick her up, she was in non state for driving.

"idiot." she heard from the other side of the line.

"pick me up please." she heard how her brother rushed from wherever he saw and left in a second.

"are you alright?" jake asked worried.

"he-he cheated." she stood next to the door.

"baby please." jake was seeing red when he processed what his sister had said and the voice of his, ex, brother in law in the back.

"stay right there I'm coming." he had at least half an hour from his place to theirs.

the line went silent and she knew everyone was finding out right that moment. if her parent's heard the news his would also know and by default also his siblings. there was no going back.

"how the fuck could you do this." she gripped a vase that was placed in a table at the foyer.

and at him saying sorry once again she threw it at him. she was stunned at her own reaction and drew stared with parted lips.

"you've gotta listen to me baby." he took a step forward watching as she grabbed another piece of decoration and threw it his way only missing him by a centimetre.

"the fuck im going to listen." she chuckled. "you think she's going to take care of you?"

he nodded no.

"that she's going to look after you like I did all these years? when you had surgery last year and couldn't move so I had to clean and bath you?" she pushed his chest with both hands. "that she's going to stay awake with you when your anxiety goes through the roofs?"

he closed his eyes and let her take it all out on him.

"no." he said.

"of course she won't because the only idiot who would give everything for you happiness was me." her eyes wore a defeated look in them.

"I shouldn't have let her kiss me." she nods.

"it's too late for should've." she moved away and looked around for things that she could continue breaking. "did everything! everything for you. moved city's, helped you with everything I could and after ten years this is what you do?"

"I know."

"stop saying you fucking know!" she shouted and threw a picture frame to the floor. "ten fucking years."

they heard not one or two but three cars driving through their entrance.

she pointed the fragmented glass beside the picture frame. "that's what you did. see how it doesn't have return? how the glass can't be fucking fixed?"

her brother heard her shouts and looked at both sets of parents and drew's brother while his wife held him back from his arm.

"wait jake." his wife said and for once he listened. "she knows we're here, she'll come out on her own."

her sister in law knew her too well. inside the house drew held her by her arms to stop her in the destruction of their home and from hurting herself.

"how could you?" she gripped his forearms and looked him in the eyes. "how could you?"

he had torn her apart. it wasn't only the end of a ten year relationship but also their whole live's friendship and a family that wouldn't reunited the way they once did.

she fought to be let go but he was stronger and held her against him.

"please forgive me. please." he begged, his voice hoarse from trying to hold his own cries but the tears wanted to make themselves known without caring if he wanted them or not. "please baby."

"would you forgive if i was the one doing this to you?" he stayed silent. "yeah that's your answer."

her whole face was red from crying and his wasn't much better. after a while she was able to escape his arms.

opening the door there they were and without saying a word she walked out and got inside her brother's car. jake looked at him like he wanted to kill him, the guy that had been a little brother to him was now someone he had a hatred feeling for.

"gonna kill you if I fucking see you again." he said pointing at drew before going back to his car to drive his sister home. she needed him more right now.

drew watched as she wrapped herself even further into the sweater, his sweater, that hugged her body. she missed him so much she was wearing his clothes.

both set of parents entered the house, the whole place had broken glass around it.

"mom." he said.

"is it true? you cheated on y/n/n?" his mom didn't recognised her own son.

"she kissed me." he heard as her dad let out a dry laugh.

"and you allowed it right? drunk or high was you excuse to ruin my little girl?" mark said.

he looked down.

"c'mon susan." he said nodding to his wife. "don't want to see you around for a long while." the tall man stood in front of him and watched him nod before exiting the house. their next stop was their son's house.

"what were you thinking drew? doing this to her and to you?" todd, his dad, reprimanded him.

"it was a fucking mistake dad." he heard his mother sighed.

"cheating it's not a mistake son." she took his hand in her's. "I hope you do everything in your power to get y/n/n back because you know we won't allow you to bring this other girl around."

he knew it. there wasn't any other girl in this world that his family would accept, it wouldn't matter if she was perfect. she wouldn't be her.

back at jake's home, she hugged her brother as a lifeline.

"how could he kissed someone else? and god knows what else." her brother run his hand through her hair. "we were trying for kids before he left y'know." she chuckled.

his heart shattered for his little sister because he knew she wouldn't believe anything related to love again and he wouldn't judge her. he was the love of her life.

"he was my first everything." she looked at diana, her sister in law. "even my first kiss because I wanted him to be my first kiss."

"maybe you can talk it out sweetheart." diana said. "he loves you a lot."

"he'll cheat again if he know I'll forgive him and I'll never get a peaceful night of sleep again everytime he'll go film somewhere." her head signals no. "don't want to see him ever again."

jake looked at his wife.

"you'll stay here as long as you need." he murmured and kissed her head.

his calls were unanswered and his texts on read.

"for fuck sake I know what I did but I'm going insane. I need to talk to her." drew said to chase.

"drew man I know but you actually did the worst thing that you could've ever done to your relationship." his friend sighed. "give her time."

he knew chase was right but it wasn't only the fact that she wasn't talking to him that made him go insane but the knowing she wasn't alright and that it's his fault.

so the weeding got postponed lucky them as the invitations hadn't been sent yet and the place it was being hosted had an opening to reschedule. it gave him hope.

it gave him hope when three weeks later she told him she was going home to talk. so now they sat in their living room her eyes fixated on a portrait of them as kids that hung beside the tv.

"how are you?" he said.

"how do you think?" she looked up at him. the bags under her eyes showed the sleepless nights. "how are you?"

he took a deep breath in.

"I don't have a right and i know it but I'm not alright either." she scoffed.

they stayed silent for a moment before she spoke again.

"I realised i don't know who i am without you." she sniffed. "my whole live I knew you were it for me."

he didn't interrupt.

"and the thought of you drunk kissing someone else disgust me. knowing I didn't cross your mind because you ended up close enough for her to kiss you" she rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands. "I can't get it out of my mind. you've always been my future husband, the future father of my kids and now I don't even want to look at you."

"baby." he sighed and kneeled in front of her gripping her calf. "you're all that to me too. there's no one else in this world I could want this with." he kissed her right thigh. "you're the love of my life, my soul mate."

"is it the fact that we've only been with each other aside from the people you kiss on screen? like was that it?" he nods no. "then how did you end up so close to her. why did she think it was alright to do that when you have that fucking ring on your finger?"

"we were drinking sitting on a sofa in my trailer because we had just finished filming the last scene." he sighs. "we were talking too much about our life's, the way we created our careers and i don't know, it just happened."

"it was a real life kiss drew." she whispers.

"i know baby i know." he kissed the inner side of her wrist. "just please give me a change to redeem what happened."

"how can i be sure that it won't happen again with someone else?" she finally meets his eyes. those blue eyes she had been in love with her whole life, the one's that brought her calm in the hard times. those blue eyes that had such a broken glint it made her heart hurt even worse.

"because i swear in all our years together and the one's we'll live if you allow them to exist, i'll never let anyone get that close to me again. i'll write a no kissing policy in my contracts." she let him intertwine their fingers. "because i'll never put in jeopardy the life i want by your side. your love, your laugh, the way you always know what to say, waking up next to you in the morning for the rest of our lives and having little one's with your eyes."

she sighed.

"you're the one i've wanted since i was a kid. when at twelve i made you promise me we'd be each other's first kiss." he gained a small smile from her. "i never doubted that you were the one for me not when people told us we were too young and missing on the college experience." he kissed her knuckles. "let me prove you i'll never make you suffer in the way i did ever again baby. please"

the hand that wasn't wrapped in his she placed it on the side of his face and he leaned onto her touch.

"please baby."

she looked him in the eyes and nodded giving him her answer.

a/n: you can decide if she gave him a yes or a no. giving you both options :) PLEASE REBLOG YOUR WRITERS WORK! drew's tags are filled with rafe's fics

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sweetdispatch · 5 months ago

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You have my blessing - N. Hischier

masterlist pairing: Nico Hischier x Hughes!reader summary: You visited Jack and met his team. He saw your interaction with Nico and decided to play matchmaker. warning: none note: based on this request - getting requests from you is like dream come true! thank you for the trust❤️

There's always been you and three brothers who you loved deeply but with one you had a special connection. You and Jack are twins and you two were inseparable. Despite different hobbies, you were stuck together. For him, you were his favorite person in the whole world and you were always the first one to find out about his achievements. He was always calling and talking with you. Through your whole life, it has been you and him against the world.

Right after you two graduated high school, Jack moved to New Jersey and you moved to Paris. For you, studying abroad was like a dream come true and you were delighted when you got accepted. Jack was celebrating this with you, but deep down he felt sadness that you’re leaving America and now, you two will be on long distance. During the season, you barely see each other but when you were coming back for summer, you two were attached to each other’ hips.

You graduated in Paris and decided to stay there for a little bit, just to enjoy the city. You loved the vibe here and wish to live there forever, but you missed your friends and family. You knew that you wanted to move back to America but still haven’t picked the city. It was one of the lazy days, when your mom called you.

“Hi sweetie, are you busy next week?” She asked you.

“No, I have free time. Why?”

“There’s a mom’s trip with New Jersey and since I have two sons there, I was thinking that you might want to go with me. Luke said that the club is fine with this” Your mom proposed and you jumped.

“Yes, please. I would love to! I miss you guys. On my way to book my ticket, should I fly to Jersey and stay with Jack and Luke or fly to Michigan to go there with you?”

“Fly to Michigan, let’s make a Jack surprise with your visit because he doesn’t expect that”

“Sure thing mom! I love you” You hung up and started packing to go see them.

You were beyond excited for this trip because you never saw Jack and Luke’ game live and you missed them. The last time you saw your family was a couple months ago and this was a perfect opportunity.

The week went by and now, you were in New Jersey with your mom and Luke in his and Jack’s place. Your twin was still on the rink doing media duties. When he finally returned, you jumped into his arms.

“I missed you so much!” You said.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Paris?” He was shocked to see you.

“I have a free week and when mom proposed to go with you on the trip, I was more than happy to do it”

“Wait… Are you going with us?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yeah, I’ll finally see you playing and meet your team” Jack pulled you into another hug.

The next day, you and your mom attempted on their open training. It was a new experience for you and you loved every minute of it. After it, Jack pulled you to meet the whole team. You said a quick hello to everyone but one player caught your attention.

“Jack said you’re studying abroad” Nico started the conversation.

“Not anymore. I graduated in May and now, I’m just living there but also searching for apartments somewhere in America because I want to come back home”

“And where do you plan to live?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking about New Jersey to be closer to Jack”

“He mentioned that too” Nico jokes

“What did he mention? I hadn’t told him that” You were surprised at his words.

“That you two are really close. To be honest, if not Luke talking about you too, I would never believe that Jack has a twin” You laughed and this brought Jack’s attention. “I mean, I never saw you and I was thinking that he’s making up your existence”

“I’m very much alive just never had the chance to see his game until now”

“I’m guessing you’re coming with your mom on the trip”

“Yup, that’s why I’m here”

“Great, see you around” Nico said and left for the locker room. You stood there with a big smile. Jack saw the whole thing from afar and saw the chemistry between you two. Two of his favorite people being together? That was his plan.

During the trip, you and Jack were glued to each other. All the time joking and talking about life. You went on a dinner with him, Luke and your mom and you announced that you decided to move to New Jersey. Luke was happy to have you around, you were always for him with advice and support. Jack screamed from the excitement. He was delighted to have his favorite person finally back. Jack was also happy because he wanted you to be with Nico. He started planning on how to get you two together.

After a month, you finally moved to New Jersey. For now, you lived with Jack and Luke while searching for your new apartment. You were attempting their every home game and they’ve been truly happy to have you by their side. You were also spending a lot of time with Nico. He was living in the same building apartment as your brothers and Jack was inviting him almost all the time. He was doing this on purpose.

Jack loved you and Nico and this was melting his heart how the two of you are getting along. Many times, he was ditching you and Nico when you had plans in three just so the two of you could get alone time. You quickly fell in love with Nico. He was the guy of your dreams. He was so gentle with you, always paid for you and surprised you with small gifts. Nico felt the same towards you. It was a pleasure for him to treat you like a princess. You two were perfect for each other but your brothers were an issue.

You two lived in a bubble and didn't even realise that Jack was pushing you two towards each other. One day, you had enough and straight away asked him.

“Would you be mad if I was dating one of your teammates?”

“Depends what teammate” Jack said and looked at you. “Why are you asking?”

“I might be in love with one of your teammates” You told him truthfully. You were twins and there was nothing to hide. You wanted to be honest with him.

“That’s huge… Who is that?”

“Don’t be mad but it’s Nico” You looked anywhere but his face.

“That’s great! Finally all my work paid off” He giggled.

“Your work paid off? What does it even mean?” You were confused.

“Oh please, when I saw you and Nico for the first time, I knew you’re made for each other. When you moved here I was doing everything in my power to push you two towards each other. I want you to be happy and I can see that he makes you happy” Jack hugged you. “Now go and get your man” He pushed you out of the apartment.

You laughed and went to see Nico. You knocked three times and he opened your door.

“Hello” He hugged you.

“Hi…” You started. “I talked with Jack and we have his blessing”

“Wait what?” Nico looked at you.

“He said that he’s happy that you’re making me happy and apparently, all the time he ditched us was his plan to get us together” You explained to him.

“You can’t be serious” He laughed.

“For real, this is what he told me” Nico closed the gap between you two.

“I guess I can officially do this” He grabbed your face and kissed your lips.

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yamumsyadadd · 3 months ago

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no goodbye?

you get the shock of your life when you see your fiancée is leaving through instagram.

It had been a week from hell. Working night shifts was something that never got easier, no matter how many times you had to do it.

You’d barely had time to breathe, the final shift of your rotation had been absolutely insanity. For the entire week, you’d be missing your fiancé. Keira trained during the day, played usually on the weekends and slept at night time like a normal person.

When you weren’t doing nights, your routine was down pat. Dates nights the day after their game, because that was Keira cheat day and you could enjoy whatever you wanted together. Dinner always followed her nutrition plan, mainly because you could’ve be bothered making separate meals. Everyday and every night would end and start the same way: cuddled up under the blankets together.

For two and a half years, that’s how it had worked. But recently, it stopped working. During the summer, a trip away to Iceland during the Olympics was booked. It was there that Keira proposed, but also asked if you’d join her in moving back to England when her contract expired in the summer of 2025, right before the euros.

It wasn’t until you were almost home that you finally went on instagram. The news was heartbreaking: Keira Walsh set to travel to London for a fitness test with Chelsea.

Your heart sank. Surely it wasn’t the truth, this wasn’t the plan. Keira never said anything. Yes, you’d barely seen each other this week but surely if it was true she would’ve stopped you for a minute to tell you.

When you finally walked through the door of your apartment, the rumours were true. Keira had her back to you when you entered the bedroom, the room was disheveled. Clothes, books and shoes were thrown everywhere.

“The rumours are true?” You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“You scared me.” Keira turned around, dropping the clothes she had in her hand.

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question.

“I was going to tell you but-“

“But what? What about the plan we made?”

“That’s not fair. You know I’m struggling, I told you last year I wanted to leave. This hasn’t been a secret. I need to do this.”

“And what about me Keira? I already gave in my resignation, we bought an apartment together in London, we had plans!” You felt like she wasn’t listening, that you didn’t matter.

“I know I moved our timeline up a little. But we can make it work? Do long distance for a few months and then-“

“And then nothing.”

“Y/n…don’t say that.”

“Do you not realise that you never said anything to me. I found out you were moving to Chelsea through an instagram post Keira. You are supposed to be my fiancée, you’re supposed to tell me these things not some account on instagram.”

“I was going to tell you but you have been working so much!” She yelled.

“So what you were just going to leave and hope I didn’t notice?”

“No. I was going to tell you, tonight. I love you, so much. But I can’t stay here any longer. We can do the distance, it’s only for a little while. Please.” Keira begged, it was the one thing she rarely did.

Your heart was broken, your head was confused. On one hand, you loved her. So incredibly much, and if being long distance for sixish months was what was needed, then you would do it. But on the other hand, she was leaving. Moving to a different country, and you had to find out through an instagram post.

“I need time Kei. You didn’t tell me. I learnt about you leaving online. Not from you.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know if that’s good enough.” You left the room, unable to deal with your fiancée or the packing.

As you sat in the lounge room the last two and a half years played on repeat. You met at the club, during the summer you had taken the role that was offered, the club needed a nurse just for a few weeks. At first, she was shy, she’d just moved from England to Spain, didn’t speak the language and only knew her ex.

Originally you didn’t want a relationship, friendship maybe but certainly not a relationship. But that quickly changed the more time you spent with her. She wasn’t shy, she was funny, loud, mischievous and she loved deeply.

You wished you could say it was picture perfect, that all your dreams with a partner were coming true but that simply wasn’t the case. Keira was leaving, without you, without telling you. Apart of you knew these things moved quickly but the other part was truly hurt by Keira’s actions.

“Babe?” Keira’s voice cut through your mind, you looked up at her. Her eyes were red and cheeks were wet, mirroring your own. “I fucked up. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. Maybe I was scared or that you would be disappointed but instead I hurt you. I am so so sorry for that. I truly didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.”

“What do you want to do Kei? Because right now, I just want to cry and yell at you.”

“You can yell, you can cry. I accept that I fucked up massively and maybe you don’t trust me anymore, but I don’t want us to end up. If thats something you want, I’ll be sad but I’ll respect that.”

“I don’t think I want us to end. I just-“ you took a deep breath, needing to calm yourself down so you could properly articulate yourself, “I need you to know that this hurt me, so incredibly much Keira. You signed a contract, which means you went to London. You were packing your bags when I got home. You broke apart of my trust.”

“What does this mean?” Keira asked shyly, hoping you weren’t about to break up with her.

“We take some time. We have to be apart anyway, if we can manage to trust each other for then next few months, if you promise not to lie to me again or to keep things from me and if I am feeling that you have been putting effort in, then I will come to London.”

We sat there in silence for a little while. Both fully taking in the events of the night. From when you first started dating Keira, you knew you wanted to marry her. You’d been warned by your friends about how footballers can be but not your Keira. Usually she always asked your opinion first, cared what you had to say about anything and everything.

The following day was spent close to tears for the both of us. Aitana, Ellie and Kika came to say their goodbyes early in the morning. Keira was leaving just before lunch and then it would be just you.

You would be left alone, in the home you two created together. It had been a while since you genuinely had to be without each other. International breaks were one thing, but living in separate countries was another.

“I love you. So much. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll call you tonight okay?” You mumbled your goodbyes and I love yous into her neck, not wanting everyone to see the tears that were pouring out of your eyes.

True to her word, she did call you that night. The transfer was going ahead officially. The next few months were spent going back and forth to London. You more than her due to having a more flexible schedule. Dates were over FaceTime and more often than not you’d fall asleep with each other on the phone.

“I officially gave my resignation today.” You told her on one of your FaceTime dates.

“You what?”

“My resignation? Remember we agreed I’d come before the euros?” You were slightly confused since this had been the original plan.

“You’re actually coming? You aren’t joking?”

“No babe I’m not joking. I’ll be there at the start of June!”

“Oh my god. I can’t wait. Honestly, it’s so hard being away from you.”

The logistics of the move were sorted pretty quickly that night. You both agreed that hiring movers and packers was the best idea, meaning the stress would be minimal. Finding a job wouldn’t be hard, but you were happy to spend the summer as a WAG first and then deal with it later.

Sometimes, when you love someone they can take advantage of that. Keira was often at fault of that, but so were you. In the winter break of 2025, you celebrated your marriage to her. Surrounded by your friends, her teammates, current and past. It reminded you of how loved you were, how much Keira loved you and you loved her.

It was definitely a hard transition, moving from Spain to England, especially because of the weather. But those raining, wintery days were spent wrapped up in your wife’s arms, your baby bump growing each day.

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asuyaka · 10 months ago

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Guess who's back for that monthly movie list requesting? That's right, your favorite Satosugu sucker!💃💃

All jokes aside tho, I am in some *desperate* need of quality Yuji content that doesn't involve my boy getting yeet'en around like a ragdoll in Shibuya😔

So here is my prompt for today!

Yuji has a rich boyfie(reader) who is like- deadass the hottest thing to exist ever since Apollo, and they just love to spoil Yuji rotten in shape and form possible, being basically that dreamy kind of lover that gives their partners royalty treatment lol

Like, Reader is very gentle and soft with Yuji and isn't afraid of expressing their love and devotion to him, buying him expensive gifts, taking him to all sorts of dates and indulging in whatever couple activities Yuji proposes, cuddling with him on the couch, giving him those affectionate kisses(cheeks, forehead, the tip of the nose, back of the hand, whatever's in the menu) and just overall the definition of perfect lover you'd see in the books: fashionable, romantic, chivalrous, flirty, teasing and fun to have around. Also for the sake of simplicity, let's just say that Reader is a sorcerer as well.

I am a shameless simp if it wasn't obvious already, also if it isn't much of a bother- could you maybe write a bonus scene where Yuji shows up to Jujutsu Tech with some jewelry(could be a necklace, a pair of wristbands or one of those simple golden earrings) that Reader bought him the day before and Nobara, being Nobara, immediately notices the clearly expensive accessory and confronts Yuji about it, only for the boy to bluntly say something like "oh, my boyfriend gave it to me", cue to Nobara and Megumi swarming Yuji with questions cus they had no idea Yuji could bag someone, let alone someone who had enough money to buy something that you'd only see someone like Gojo wearing so casually.

Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.

★ - wowie you guys really like the rich reader troupe huh,,,

☆ - Yuuji Itadori x Rich! Male Reader!

You spritzed a bottle of Eros Versace on your wrists, rubbing the scent on your neck and behind your ear. Slipping on a pair of sneakers and making your way to the park where you and your boyfriend, Itadori Yuuji, decided to meet up.

You were taking him out on a date to celebrate your one-year anniversary, a date Yuuji excitedly texted you about at twelve in the morning.

"[Name]!" Itadori exclaimed, crushing you in a tight hug as soon as he spotted you walking into the park. You smiled as your boyfriend lifted you off the ground and spun you around, putting you back on the floor with a smile that rivaled the sun. "Happy anniversary—wow, you smell good! Is that a new cologne?"

You kissed his hand. "Happy anniversary, prince. It is a new cologne, I ordered it yesterday just for the occasion."

Yuuji blushed at the pet name, averting his eyes when you intertwined his hand in yours. "So, um, where are we going? Telling me to dress 'casual' doesn't explain anything."

Itadori was wearing a black jacket over a white zip-up hoodie with a black cross in the middle, paired with black jeans and a pair of red Converse.

"I'm not spoiling the rest of the date, but I will tell you that we're going to a mall."

Yuuji perked up. "A mall? Sweet!" He squeezed your hand as the two of you walked to a nearby mall, humming occasionally as your boyfriend ranted about everything that happened the past week.

The trip to the mall was an excuse to spoil Yuuji. Anything he wanted, he got. If he looked at an item for too long, you bought it. If he expressed any kind of positive emotion towards something, it was his. Hell, if he asked, you'd try buying the entire mall just for him because it was what your prince deserved.

Hoodies, zip-ups, shirts, pants, rings, necklaces, matching plushies, cologne—something similar to yours but not exactly so he smelt like you— and hats. Whatever your boy wanted he got.

After spending at least ten thousand yen at the mall, you went to a small burger chain Yuuji loved for a lunch break. Seeing him happy as he ate... three burgers brought a smile to your face, especially when he was concerned at your minimal order of french fries and ice cream.

Discreetly, you bought a bouquet of lithiasis flowers, tulips, and white roses; surprising him when he walked out of the burger place.

"Oh my God," Yuuji flushed, taking the flowers and pressing a kiss on your lips. "You're so sweet, babe, I love you so much."

"Lithiasis flowers mean an everlasting bond, tulips mean deep love, and roses just mean love." You kissed Yuuji's cheek, a smile on your face as the tips of his ears tinted red. "I love you too, Dear. Happy anniversary, and much more to come."

Yuuji sniffled. "[Name], I'm going to start crying if you keep this up— I promise you."

You giggled and kissed his cheek again. "As long as they're tears of happiness, prince, I think we'll be okay."

That made Yuuji audibly keen, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head in the crook of your neck. "You're so perfect... what did I do to deserve you?"

You patted your boyfriend's hair as you kissed the crown of his head. "You did nothing but exist, prince. I'll always love you, no matter what happens. You'll always be the love of my life."

You meant it too. You couldn't love anyone else like you loved Yuuji, and Yuuji couldn't love anyone else like he loved you. You were two peas in a pod, always together, no matter the circumstances.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" Nobara pointed at the Kirby sweater her friend was wearing. The Kirby sweater that she knew was over nine-thousand yen the last time she checked (which was two days ago).

"Huh?" Yuuji looked down at his hoodie before smiling. "Oh, my boyfriend got it for me!"

Megumi looked at the pink-haired boy from over the couch. "Boyfriend?" He and Nobara said in unison.

"...yeah? My boyfriend got it for me for our anniversary! It's super comfy, probably my favorite hoodie other than my yellow one!"

"Yuuji," Nobara started, "It's not April first, and you're a shit liar. C'mon, tell me where you got the hoodie from because I know you don't have nine thousand yen as pocket money."

"Dude I'm being so serious! You believe me, right Fushiguro?"

Megumi shrugged. "Not really."

Itadori gasped. "I told you guys like three days ago I was going on a date!"

"Yeah, with yourself." Nobara rolled her eyes. "Now stop lying and tell me where you got it from! Did Gojo-sensei buy it for you? I knew he had favorites but I always thought it was Megumi 'cause, you know, he's his dad and everything."

"Gojo-sensei isn't my dad." Megumi interrupted.

"Yeah, and I'm Jennifer fucking Lawrence."

"Don't disrespect Jennifer like that!"

Nobara groaned. "Yuuji, I swear on everything I love if you don't tell me where you got that and all the other expensive shit in your closet I'm hammering your hand to a wall."

"I told you already, my boyfriend got it for me!" Yuuji exclaimed, pulling out his phone to show them a picture he had taken on his anniversary.

Megumi stared with a blank expression. "It's photoshop."

"It's not fucking— do you want me to call him right now?"

"Sure, call this so-called 'boyfriend' of yours. We all know your charisma is horrible, Yuuji."

Itadori pouted as he clicked on your contact. "My charisma isn't horrible," he muttered, putting the phone on speaker as the call rang.

You picked up on the first ring. "Prince? I just woke up, apologies if my voice sounds weird, but did you need me for something?"

"Yeah, remember when we had our anniversary three days ago?"

"...yes?"

"Just checking, you bought me that Kirby hoodie from Hot Topic right? With all the other stuff I put in my closet?"

"I did, is the hoodie not to your liking anymore? I can go buy a new one if you want."

Yuuji stared at his friends surprised expressions, a smug grin forming on his face. "No, I just wanted to make sure. Sorry for bothering you, go back to sleep!"

His boyfriend laughed on the other end. "Alright, love. I'll call you when I wake up, good night."

Yuuji kissed into the mic. "Sweet dreams, I love you!"

"I love you too, Dear." He ended the call and placed his phone back on the table. "I fucking told you so."

"Where the hell did you find a guy that has Gojo-sensei money?!" Kugisaki yelled, pointing an accusing finger in Yuuji's face.

"Where did you find a guy who can sit through you talk about the Human Eathworm?"

Yuuji crossed his arms. "You guys are acting like I'm ugly or something!"

A silence stretched and his friends looked the other way. "Well... you aren't exactly good looking that's for sure."

"Shut the fuck up, Kugisaki!"

"You wanna go? Don't think just because you have a ten-thousand yen worth hoodie on I won't beat the shit out of you!"

"I thought it was nine-thousand?" Megumi asked.

"Shut up Fushiguro!"

#writin' shit.#ANSWERED LETTERS — 015 #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #yuuji itadori x male reader #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori x male reader #itadori x reaer #yuuji x male reader #yuuji x reader #🌈: anon!

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kyleraynermybeloved · 6 days ago

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You Two Are Together?!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Byers!Reader Summary: When you thought you've finally gotten away from the horrors that is the Upside Down, it comes back to drag you into the pain. Warnings: slight angst, canon level injuries Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I am once again back from a LONG and kind of needed break. DId I get a new job that is draining the life out of me? Yes, I did. Here's an Eddie fic as a peace offering :) Masterlist

If there was one constant in your life, it was Eddie Munson. You met at four years old and were inseparable ever since—Byers and Munson, a chaotic duo and certified menaces to society.

You stood by him when his mom passed and again when his dad went to prison, leading him to move in with Uncle Wayne. And he was there for you through every hardship Lonnie put you and your brothers through, your unwavering anchor.

When Eddie formed a band in middle school, you were their number one fan. By freshman year, one school dance was all it took for your friendship to evolve into something more. He insisted on keeping it quiet, afraid of backlash—but that never stopped you from being by his side.

High school wasn’t all bad, not with Eddie’s dungeons & dragons club taking over your afternoons. He’d introduced you to the game when you were younger. He was the reason you had begun playing it in the first place introducing it to your youngest brother Will, then later to his friend Dustin who you babysat everyday after school.

Everything changed senior year when Will vanished. You spent every moment searching for him, Dustin never leaving your side as his mom had asked of you. By the time Will came back, your world—and your sense of safety—had shifted.

You graduated, half-hoping Eddie would be there beside you. He wasn’t—but you did convince him to re-enroll. That night, after the graduation party, he proposed in your living room with help from your family.

You chose community college and part-time work to save for the small, intimate wedding you’d both dreamed of. Just your family, Uncle Wayne, and a quiet winter ceremony—despite your mom wishing for a summer one. You wanted it done before leaving for university in the spring. Short, sweet, and perfect.

Exactly what your family needed after what had happened that past fall, especially your mother who had just lost Bob who you’d grown to care for dearly. Shortly after, you moved in with Eddie and Wayne before packing and traveling far to university.

Every spare moment was spent writing letters or calling Eddie. When summer break came around, you returned home, and the two of you finally had your long-overdue honeymoon: a spontaneous road trip filled with laughter, bad motel coffee, and matching tattoos to mark the moment.

After you got back, your family shared news that they’d decided to move to California. Before returning to campus for fall term, you made sure to tell Eddie and Wayne— ‘if you ever need anything, call me.’

But that promise unraveled during finals week of your last semester of school. Exhausted after your last exam, you barely hit your dorm bed before the phone rang. It was Dustin. His voice was tight—something had happened with Max. You needed to come home. Now.

You threw everything into your car and hit the road, barely stopping to breathe. Three days and too many gas station coffees later, you finally pulled up to the cabin. Your heart stopped at the sight of your mom standing on the porch—beside her was Hopper.

You froze, disbelief washing over you as tears welled in your eyes. “Hopper?” you called out, voice cracking. “But—how are you here?”

He turned toward you slowly, leaning slightly into your mom for balance. “Kid?” he said, as if making sure it was really you.

Your body moved before your brain could catch up. You ran to him, crashing into his arms and holding on like he might disappear again. He wrapped you in a steady embrace, one large hand cradling the back of your head as quiet sobs escaped your chest.

“I’m back,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s okay now. You’re okay.”

He rubbed slow, soothing circles across your back while you let yourself breathe again—for the first time in what felt like forever.

You only pulled away when you heard your name being called.

“Hey,” came a quieter voice.

It was Max, standing in the doorway on crutches, a cast on her leg and bruises painting her arms. She looked exhausted—pale, eyes rimmed with fatigue—but she still managed the ghost of a smile. Lucas was standing by her side, a look of relief washing over his face.

You hurried toward her, briefly pulled into a few hugs from your family along the way. When you finally reached her, you wrapped your arms around her gently.

“Max,” you whispered. “What happened? Dustin called me out of nowhere and said you were in trouble—what the hell happened?”

She leaned into you, her usual sarcasm returning just enough to make you smile.

“Long story short?” she muttered. “Never leave me alone with these doofuses again.”

You laughed softly at Max’s comment, the sound wet with relief. “Noted. No more leaving you with the gremlins.”

She leaned her head on your shoulder for a beat longer before pulling away, nodding toward the cabin. “C’mon. Everyone else is inside. Dustin has been waiting on you for ages.”

Lucas nodded at you with a soft, “Hey, stranger,” before offering a careful hug, mindful of your emotions and probably still carrying his own.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, patting his back. “You alright?”

“As much as I can be,” he said with a tired smile.

Inside, the cabin was buzzing with different conversations, they all were catching up with your family who had arrived prior to you. The moment you stepped through the doorway, every head turned.

El’s face lit up with a warm smile as she crossed the room and tucked herself into your arms. She’d grown—not just taller, but stronger, calmer. You could feel it in the way she held you.

“I missed you,” she said quietly.

“I missed you too, El.”

Then there was Mike, hovering awkwardly nearby until you yanked him into a hug.

“You don’t get to act too cool for hugs. Not today.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

Then Steve and Robin pulled you into a tight hug together, voices muffled into your shoulders. You couldn’t make out what exactly they were saying but you could make out, “Please never leave us again.”

And finally, Dustin practically tackled you, arms tight and excited around your shoulders. “I knew you’d come! I told them!”

You laughed. “Dustin, I was in the middle of my last final—do you ever not call during chaos?”

“This is chaos,” he said, half-joking. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

“I said I’d always show up when it matters, didn’t I?” You smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek as the weight of the moment settled over you. All of them—older, a little bruised, but safe. Still together.

You glanced around at the familiar faces, the familiar walls. Everything was the same and completely different all at once.

The rest of your family had shuffled back into the cabin with the rest of you.

“How bad was it?” you asked finally, voice low.

The mood shifted.

The kids exchanged glances, and Max exhaled slowly beside you. “It was... bad. Vecna bad.”

“It’s... complicated,” she said, her voice quieter now. “A lot happened while you were gone.”

“Like what?” you asked gently. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Max hesitated, then muttered, “There’s this… thing. A guy. Kind of. I don’t know how to explain it, but… he’s powerful. Dangerous. Worse than anything we've dealt with before.”

Your stomach twisted. “Wait—worse than the Mind Flayer?”

They nodded. Even El looked away for a second.

“What’s his name?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

Max’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Vecna.”

You blinked. “Vecna? Like… from D&D?”

“Yeah,” Dustin muttered. “Except he’s very real. And he nearly—” He stopped himself, jaw tightening.

You looked at Max again—really looked. The cast, the bruises, the deep exhaustion in her eyes. “He hurt you?”

“I’m still here,” she said with a small shrug. “That’s what matters.”

You didn’t respond right away. Just reached for her hand, holding it gently. “Okay,” you said, even though nothing felt okay. “Okay.”

You exhaled and scanned the room again. That’s when it hit you—Dustin looked... wrecked. More than just tired. He was pale and twitchy, like he was carrying something he hadn’t said out loud.

“Alright,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Does someone want to explain why Dustin looks like he just walked through fire? You all look rough, but he looks like he’s been emotionally steamrolled.”

Everyone hesitated.

Dustin’s eyes dropped to the floor. His shoulders curled in slightly, like he was trying to make himself smaller.

Finally, Robin sighed. “Dustin has this friend from the school’s club he’s in. His name is Eddie.”

Your breath caught. The mention of his name hit like a brick to the chest. You tensed, every worst-case scenario racing through your mind.

Max looked down, her voice strained. “Eddie… he got hurt. Really bad. During everything that happened with Vecna. He… stayed behind to buy us time. Fought off this swarm of—” She hesitated, as if even saying it sounded ridiculous. “—demobats.”

“Demobats?” you echoed, the word foreign and terrifying.

“They were like... winged creatures,” Steve added quietly. “From the Upside Down. Completely new. Vicious. We’d never seen anything like them.”

Dustin spoke again, his voice hoarse. “He said he wasn’t going to run this time. Stayed behind and fought them off. He… he almost didn’t make it.”

You went still.

From somewhere behind you, you heard your mother let out a quiet gasp. But you couldn’t turn. Couldn’t speak. Your heart was pounding too loudly.

“Wait,” you said slowly, carefully. “Nearly?”

Dustin nodded. “He made it. Barely. He’s recovering, but it’s been slow. Physically, and... mentally.”

Your pulse was deafening in your ears. “Where is he?”

Dustin gave a small nod. “Yeah. He made it. Barely. He’s alive, but he’s still healing. It’s… it’s been rough. He hasn’t really wanted to see anyone.”

You swallowed hard. “Where is he?”

“In the back,” Dustin said, his brow furrowed. “He’s resting in the guest room.”

You didn’t wait. Your legs were already moving, hands trembling at your sides as you crossed the room. The moment you reached the bedroom door, you pushed it open without hesitation.

There he was.

Eddie lay in the bed, bandaged and bruised, his skin pale beneath the low light. He was awake, barely, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Pain was etched deep into his features—but he was alive.

“Eddie,” you whispered, stepping forward. And then you were at his side, falling to your knees and pulling him into a kiss before you could stop yourself.

He flinched in surprise, but the moment his brain caught up, his hand weakly found your cheek, holding you there like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Wait—wait, wait!” came a voice from the hallway behind you.

Dustin’s head poked through the doorway, wide-eyed. “You two are—? Like, together-together? As in dating?!”

You broke the kiss and leaned back, still close to Eddie, your hand resting gently against his chest.

Without a word, you lifted your left hand, the gold band on your finger catching the light.

Eddie gave a tired, crooked grin. “Married, actually.”

The silence that followed could’ve rivaled a funeral.

“Married?!” Robin practically shrieked. “Like… actual wedding rings and vows and legal paperwork married?!”

“Wait—wait,” Steve said, eyes wide, pointing between you and Eddie like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time. “You’ve been married this whole time? And you just… never told us?”

Eddie gave a weak little shrug, his hand still holding yours like a lifeline. “Didn’t exactly come up between fighting demonic hell-creatures and avoiding small-town pitchfork mobs.”

Robin turned sharply to your family. “You knew about this?!”

Jonathan smirked. “I was the best man.”

“Mom cried through the whole thing,” Will added with a small smile. “It was really sweet.”

“I made the cake,” Joyce said from the hall with her arms crossed, clearly trying and failing to contain her amusement.

Robin’s jaw dropped. “Everybody knew?!”

“Not everybody,” Eddie mumbled, still dazed but grinning now. “Just the people who wouldn’t accidentally blurt it out during class or in the middle of Hellfire.”

Steve laughed, “And this whole time I was wondering when you were going to man up and ask her out on a date. The two of you always were too close in school.”

You couldn’t help laughing—quiet, a little tearful, but real. Relief had finally started to settle in, replacing the shock and fear with something lighter.

Robin flopped dramatically onto the couch just outside the bedroom door. “I can’t believe I wasn’t invited to your wedding.”

“You would’ve tried to DJ with a walkman and a car battery,” Eddie murmured from the bed.

“And it would’ve been iconic!” Robin shouted.

Steve folded his arms. “Okay, but seriously, no bachelor party? No reception? No groomsmen suits?”

“There was a reception,” Joyce said with a soft smile. “Small, in our backyard. Just family and Wayne. They didn’t want a big thing.”

“And I was leaving for university,” you added, brushing your thumb across Eddie’s knuckles. “Didn’t have time or money for anything flashy. We were planning a second celebration when things calmed down.”

Max, who had been quiet all this time, finally stepped forward on her crutches. “You two really went and got married while the rest of us were still figuring out how to pass classes.”

You smiled up at her. “When you know, you know.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too.

There was a moment of warm, stunned quiet before Steve clapped his hands once. “Well, now that I’ve emotionally processed that Eddie freakin’ Munson is married to someone with a functioning moral compass, I’m making myself useful. Anyone else need coffee?”

“Second pot, Harrington,” Hopper called. “And make it strong.”

As Steve retreated to the kitchen and the room started buzzing again, you looked back down at Eddie. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion but full of something softer. Something like peace.

“You came,” he whispered, almost to himself.

“Of course I did,” you said gently, brushing his curls back from his face. “I always will.”

The rest of the group traveled to the living room to give the two of you space to catch up. The sound of murmured conversation drifted from the living room, a soft reminder that—for the moment—things were okay. Hopper’s deep voice rumbled low, your mom chiming in every so often. The kids were all piled onto couches and cushions, catching up on everything that had been lost in the months apart.

But here, in the dimly lit bedroom, it was just you and Eddie.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your hand still gently wrapped around his, fingers tracing the calluses from his guitar playing and the faint tremble that came with pain and too many sleepless nights. His chest rose and fell slowly, the edge of the bandages visible beneath his worn t-shirt, his long curls spread out across the pillow like a halo.

Your heart warmed looking at him, seeing him alive.

“I thought for a moment I lost you,” you whispered, eyes locked on his face.

Eddie blinked up at you, his gaze soft and unguarded. “Yeah… me too.”

There was a long pause. Not heavy, just full.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. His voice was quiet, rough around the edges– not just from the injury, but from something deeper. “I tried calling. I’m sure Wayne has as well. Probably bombarded your dorm phone with calls.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to be sorry. Not to me. I should be the one apologizing for not picking up. If I hadn’t been busy with exams I could’ve made it home sooner.”

“I didn’t think I was gonna make it out,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really thought... that was it. That I’d never see you again. Never tell you how much I—” His throat caught.

“I know, Ed.” You leaned in, resting your forehead gently against his. “I know.”

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, you just breathed together. The world outside faded to a distant hum. His hand curled tighter around yours.

“I didn’t feel the pain at first,” he murmured. “I just remember thinking, ‘You’re gonna be so mad at me.’”

You laughed softly, tears stinging your eyes. “I am mad at you. You idiot.”

A ghost of a grin pulled at his lips. “I figured.”

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger against his skin. “But mostly I’m just… glad you’re here.”

He reached up with shaky fingers, brushing the back of his hand along your cheek. “I keep thinking this is a dream. That I’ll wake up and I’m still in the Upside Down, bleeding out on that stupid mattress in that haunted trailer.”

“You’re not,” you whispered. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

He swallowed hard. “I’m not okay. Not really. Not yet.”

“I know,” you said. “You don’t have to be. I’ll be here. Every step.”

His eyes found yours, wide and vulnerable. “Promise?”

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. “Promise. You’ve always been there for me while I’ve recovered from my fair share, albeit unknowingly. Sorry by the way… for not telling you sooner about this. About what we’ve been through.”

“I always figured you’d let me know when you were ready. I’ve never been one to rush you.” Eddie’s eyes began to flutter closed, his body finally surrendering to exhaustion now that you were there.

You shifted, carefully lying down beside him, curling against his side with your arm draped gently across his chest. He breathed a little easier then. Like your presence grounded him.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, already halfway asleep.

“I missed you more,” you whispered.

His lashes rested against his bruised cheeks, his fingers still tangled with yours like he didn’t trust the world not to steal you away.

But sleep hadn’t fully claimed him yet. You could feel the tension still lingering just beneath the surface of his tired body.

After a moment of quiet, you spoke, your voice soft against the hush of the room.

“Did you call Wayne?”

Eddie didn’t respond right away. His thumb traced over your knuckles once… then again.

You leaned your forehead against his temple. “He’s probably worried sick. I know you wouldn’t want him to see you like this, but… he deserves to know you're okay. That you’re here. I know I would if I were in his shoes.”

A long breath pushed from Eddie’s chest.

“I tried,” he murmured. “Couple times. Picked up the phone and everything. But… I didn’t know what to say. ‘Hey, Uncle Wayne, it’s me—your nephew who the whole town thinks is dead, covered in bite marks and guilt, just checking in’?”

Your heart ached at the self-deprecating edge in his voice. You pulled him closer, fingers brushing through the curls at the nape of his neck. Being mindful of his injuries.

“Say, ‘I love you. I’m alive. I made it out.’” You paused, swallowing back the lump forming in your throat. “That’s all he wants to hear, Ed.”

He was quiet again. The kind of quiet that meant he heard you, even if he couldn’t answer right away.

Then, just above a whisper: “Will you call him with me? Tomorrow?”

You nodded, your voice catching just a little. “Yeah. Of course I will.”

Eddie’s hand tightened around yours again, like that promise alone let him loosen a little more, let the weight start to lift—even just a little.

You didn’t say anything else. Didn’t need to. Just laid there with him as the house outside buzzed with life, giving him the quiet peace he hadn’t had in months.

Sleep finally found him not long after.

And you stayed with him, just like you promised. Finally at peace with Eddie in your arms as sleep took over.

Morning came slow and warm, the golden light of the rising sun slipping through the thin curtains and casting soft patterns across the bedroom walls.

You stirred first, eyes blinking open to the sound of muffled voices and clattering dishes from the kitchen. Someone was arguing over how to cook eggs—Robin, by the sound of it—and there was laughter in between. The smell of something slightly burnt and definitely not edible wafted into the room.

Hopper and your mom must have gotten groceries earlier, since last you knew this cabin had been vacant.

You smiled sleepily, turning your head to find Eddie still asleep beside you. His features relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time. One of his arms had somehow ended up draped over your waist, like even in sleep he needed to know you were there.

But the moment you shifted, his eyes fluttered open. Groggy, but alert.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered, brushing his curls off his forehead. “Sleep okay?”

He gave you a soft, lazy grin. “Best sleep I’ve had since… everything. I didn’t even dream. Just… you.”

Your heart clenched in the best kind of way. You leaned down to kiss his temple.

In the distance, someone dropped a pan with a loud crash. Steve’s voice called out, “Who put a metal spoon in the microwave?!”

Eddie blinked. “Are we… under attack?”

You snorted. “Nope. Just breakfast, Byers-Hopper style.”

He groaned, burying his face into your shoulder. “Tell me this is a dream. Tell me I’m not gonna have to eat something Robin tried to cook.”

“She’s trying,” you whispered, laughing.

“She shouldn’t.” His voice was muffled against your collarbone, but the warmth in it was unmistakable.

The bedroom door creaked open a second later, and Will peeked in. “You guys awake?”

You nodded, smiling. “Barely.”

Will grinned. “Come out when you’re ready. Robin says she’s made pancakes but they’re kind of… abstract.”

“Where’s mom and Hopper?” you changed the subject briefly.

“Oh, they’re out grabbing edible food for us since Robin and the others kind of… wasted everything they bought for breakfast. Mom said they’d be back in thirty.”

Eddie grumbled into your shoulder, you let out a deep laugh.

Will smiled at the two of you, “I’ll leave you two to get ready.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, Eddie looked up at you. “You think it’s too soon to sneak out the window?”

“I think you’re too bandaged to sneak anywhere,” you teased. “But nice try.”

He smiled, then went quiet for a second, fingers brushing your hand again. “Still want to call Wayne today?”

You nodded. “Yeah. After breakfast. When you’re ready.”

Eddie sighed, but it wasn’t heavy this time. “Okay. As long as you’re there, I can handle it.”

Together, you sat up slowly.

Eddie winced, his hand immediately going to his side as the movement tugged at one of the deeper wounds beneath his shirt, underneath his bandages. You caught him gently by the arm, steadying him before he could push himself too far.

“Easy,” you murmured a warning, already slipping off the bed to grab the small kit of supplies left on the dresser from Hopper last night. “Let’s check these bandages. You’re not getting an infection on my watch, not if I can help it.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly. “Didn’t realize I married a nurse.”

You shot him a mock glare as you returned with the kit. “You didn’t. But you did marry someone who knows how to babysit injury-prone teenage boys and clean up after D&D nights that somehow always end in bloodshed.”

“Fair,” he muttered, easing his shirt up with your help. “I think I preferred the bloodshed that came from too much Mountain Dew and a dice tower collapse.”

You gave him a wry smile but said nothing as you peeled back the gauze from the worst of the wounds on his side. You did your best to keep your expression neutral, but your heart squeezed at the angry red lines of stitches, still raw and healing. The bite marks left behind by those “demobats” were deeper than you expected.

Eddie watched your face carefully. “It looks worse than it feels,” he offered quietly.

“You always say that,” you replied, voice low. “Even when you’re full of stitches and trying to walk it off.”

He gave a small chuckle, but the sound hitched when he finally stood up.

“Eds… I think we’re going to have to wash these before we clean with the solution here. It’d be best considering the surrounding areas not cut up are still grimy.”

His face paled at the idea.

“Wash?” he echoed, blinking like you’d just asked him to walk barefoot right into an active volcano.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand gently on his uninjured shoulder. “I’ll be careful, promise. But you’ve got dried blood and dirt caked onto you.”

Eddie groaned quietly, swaying slightly on his feet before you steadied him again. “This is payback for the time I made you sit through that three-hour Megadeth deep-dive documentary, isn’t it?”

You laughed, reaching for a clean towel, bowl and the warm water Hopper had left in the thermos on the dresser. “No. That was its own punishment.”

He snorted, then winced as you dabbed a wet washcloth across his skin, loosening up the grime bit by bit with the warm water. The room was quiet, save for the sound of water dripping back into the bowl and the occasional hiss of discomfort from Eddie.

“You now,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut, “this is weirdly comforting.”

You glanced up at him. “What is?”

“This,” he gestured at himself. “You. Taking care of me. Even when I look like Frankenstein’s roadkill.”

You smirked. “You’ve always looked a little like Frankenstein’s roadkill. It’s part of your charm.”

Eddie chuckled, a warm sound despite the tension in his shoulders. “You know, if anyone else said that, I’d be offended.”

“But since it’s me—?”

“It’s endearing,” he finished, cracking one eye open and giving you a crooked grin.

You smiled softly, brushing damp curls away from his forehead. “There. All cleaned up. Now for the hard part… the cleaning solution.”

He inhaled sharply as you grabbed fresh clean gauze and poured the solution on them before gently dabbing his wounds. His whimpers made your heart ache.

You grabbed the ointment once you were done, gingerly applying it to the cleaned wounds. “Let’s rewrap these and then you can sit down and pretend pancakes weren’t nearly a war crime this morning.”

He let out a shaky breath, grateful and tired all at once. “I don’t deserve you.”

You pressed a kiss to his temple. “Too late. You’ve got me. Forever.”

Eddie closed his eyes again, not in pain this time—but peace.

By the time you finished redressing his wounds and helping him into a clean shirt, the clatter of paper bags and the familiar scent of bacon and toast filtered in from the kitchen.

“That better be diner-grade coffee,” Eddie muttered, wincing slightly as he took a step toward the door with your help.

“It is,” you said. “And we survived another morning.”

“Barely,” he joked, slinging his arm gently around your shoulders.

Together, you stepped out of the room, ready to face the chaos, the healing, and the long-overdue phone call waiting just ahead.

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freak-accident419 · 9 months ago

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Double Derek

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Summary: You spend time with your boyfriend, Derek, before he would leave for a week-long business trip away from home. As a joke, you propose that you should purchase a ‘Clone a Willy’ kit, in case you miss him during his absence. But Derek wasn’t truly against the idea.

Word Count: 4.3k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, mentions of sex toys (they’re literally making one), raunchiness, slightly OOC Derek, too many damn time skips, more plot than porn, the silliness is more prominent in the beginning but not so much the smut, penetration (unspecified genitals for reader)

(A/n: thankyou thankyou so much to @g0ry0re0 for proofreading, you are literally a lifesaver ilysm. thank you for everyone’s support and anticipation for this fic, you all keep me going ❤️ enjoy!!)

“Uhh… ‘CBD-infused intimate oil,’” Derek reads off the box in a curious mutter, turning it around to examine the product and its written features. Then he looked at you with a knowing grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, chuckling under your breath as you watched the imminent purchase remain inside of your boyfriend’s grasp.

You and Derek, since being in a relationship of nearly three years, had always found several ways to spice things up in your sex life. The two of you experimented with almost everything in the book, be it edging, near exhibitionism, toys, food play, etc. And of course, while romantic relationships overall meant way more than just the sex, your sex life with him was just too incredible to ignore. Jesus, you could go on and on for days about how amazing the sex was.

Therefore, it wasn’t unusual at all to find the two of you inside of an adult store. Sure, you mostly bought your things online, but since you two were already out and the shop was nearby, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go in. Plus, the other times you went to the in-person stores were quite beneficial; you were able to see certain sizings of different products and got the necessary and helpful advice from the clerks there.

You and Derek had continued to browse through the raunchy products as you walked down each aisle together. And while the two of you were almost in your thirties, absolutely nothing could deter you two from giggling at some of the ridiculous things sold there. This time, however, you suddenly stopped in your tracks and opened your mouth in complete awe once your eyes had laid upon it.

“Holy fucking shit!” You blurted as you instantly grabbed the tube-shaped box from the shelf in front of you:

‘(GLOW IN THE DARK) CLONE-A-WILLY: THE IN-HOME PENIS MOLDING KIT

MAKE A VIBRATING SILICONE REPLICA OF ANY PENIS (EASY TO MAKE)’

“Is this actually—?” Derek nearly snatches it from you with a fascinated scoff, reading over the description on the packaging. “What the fuck? Do—do people actually do this?”

“Of course they do, I see them, like, everywhere!” You cackled, trying to steal back the box from his grasp. It wasn’t the first time you’ve ever seen it, but it does surprise you every damn time that you do.

“Okay, okay, so… So if I’m getting this right, you could basically make an entire fuckin’ dildo at home… by molding somebody else’s or your own dick?” He raises an eyebrow incredulously.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you wheeze, nodding at him until your smile grew wider in sudden realization. “Shit, baby, you’d take ��go fuck yourself’s to a whole new level!”

“What the hell, Y/n?” He chuckled, trying not to burst out into any more insufferable laughter, “okay, first of all, who would—Why the fuck would I want to use a replica of my own fucking dick on myself? Like, if anything, it’s you who should be taking it.”

“Hey, you can’t just say that!” You hissed playfully, still smiling from the entire situation you found yourselves in. Suddenly, however, your eyes widened insightfully from an absurd epiphany you just had.

“Wait,” you began. “I mean… You do have a point, considering that your trip is coming up already… Holy shit, imagine that! While you’re going to be gone for a whole fuckin’ week, I could always use this weird clone shit on myself whenever I’m horny! Hell, it’s perfect since you’ve been going to so many business trips lately!” You joked exuberantly before letting out a delighted sigh. “Jesus, baby, this is so ridiculous…”

Chuckling to yourself, you placed the box back on the shelf, prompting a perplexed gaze from Derek—or rather, as he stared at it, a gaze of deep contemplation. You recognized this damn shit-faced look of his. After all, you’ve known him for years.

“Derek—” you began skeptically.

“Hold on, I’m thinking,” he interjects with a thoughtful finger to his chin before a sudden and mischievous smirk appears at his lips. “You know, that actually isn’t a bad idea.”

Completely dumbfounded and taken aback, you raised a suspecting eyebrow. “Wait. You’re not actually considering… I mean, I was just joking around earlier, I wasn’t actually being serious—”

“I know, but think about it, babe! I mean, hell, you even said it yourself! Every time you feel… needy while I’m out, especially on my long business trips, you could always, well… you know,” he grinned darkly, glancing toward the ridiculous sex toy, “and if you want, I could even call you while you—”

“Shush!” You hissed with a slight laugh. “Holy fuck, you’re actually turned on by this freaky shit, aren’t you?!” It was actually quite hypocritical of you to call him out like that, as you tried to push your own feelings of arousal to the side. “I mean, I’d be down, but… Are you actually being for real right now?”

He scoffs at your remarks, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I mean… I’d be lying if I said that the thought of you being that desperate for my cock wouldn’t turn me on.”

“Really? You’re kidding.” You gasp in utter disbelief. Frankly, you never would’ve expected Derek to be into this kind of stuff, even knowing firsthand that he could be pretty extreme. It was most likely the fact that it was a ‘penis molding kit’ that caught you off guard when your boyfriend genuinely considered it. “You’re actually—Because like, while I was joking, you know, I actually still wanted to get it, but I didn’t know if you were down, or—”

“Babe, this might be the weirdest yet sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever thought of us doing. Of course I’m down.”

***

After bringing home the very ‘unique’ product the two of you purchased from the adult store, you and Derek had set up in the spacious kitchen of his (which was technically yours too, since you practically lived with him now). With all of your necessary supplies laid out on the counter as well as the kit’s included materials, you made it to the fifth step together. The counter’s surface was crowded with measuring cups, bowls, and the other required items as Derek’s lower half had been completely naked to prepare for the molding process. He was actually already jerking off vacantly, a cock ring against the base of his dick to keep him as hard as he could be for the mold.

“Oh my god, I can’t stop thinking about that,” you chuckle as you began to stir the mix of water with the kit’s included molding powder. “That was so fucking hilarious!”

“You’d think that—” Derek scoffs in amusement, practically interrupting himself. “When the cashier said I looked familiar, you’d think that she would’ve mentioned Danforth Enterprises or, hell, even my mom, right? But she thought—she fucking said—”

“Robby Apples!” You nearly cackle, continuing to mix the bowl’s contents after setting a timer for a minute, “She thought you were a fuckin’ porn star!”

“I—” he scoffs with a wide, amused grin on his lips, “Personally? I don’t see it. I don’t think we look alike, like, at all.”

“Right, right,” you chuckle softly, “but it’s the hair. It’s the hair, baby! The curls and stupid frosted tips, I bet that’s why she assumed that!”

“I mean, yeah, but Y/n… I’m way more famous than him. Like, I’m literally CEO of my company—hell, my mother is the President of the United fucking States! Like, how the hell do you mistake me for someone else?! Let alone a fucking porn star!” Derek huffs playfully, surprisingly not too offended by the mix-up. Usually his ego would be heavily bruised whenever someone didn’t recognize him immediately, but he was having way too much fun with you to even be serious about it. And you loved it.

“But, like…” you began with a slight smile, “to be fair, babe, she works at that sex shop. Her mind must be porn over politics.”

“Hey, just because she works at a sex shop doesn’t mean she’s a porn addict.” Derek then raises an eyebrow as he attempts to call you out, “Now that’s just assuming, isn’t it?”

You scowled, yet a small smirk still creeped upon your lips. “You’re talking to me about assuming? You’re—You say that as if you’re not the most judgmental asshole in the fucking world.”

“Ugh, fair point,” Derek shrugged in acceptance and self-awareness, not even bothering to argue because he knew you were right. Then, he paused thoughtfully. “That is a great slogan, though.”

“What, about assumptions?”

“No, ‘porn over politics.’”

“Oh, yes,” you nod with a hint of sarcasm, “The epitome of Derek Danforth.”

“Uh, no,” he scoffs quickly, “money and superiority is the epitome of Derek Danforth.”

You paused with a grimace on your face. “You did not just refer to yourself in the third person.”

“Wh—You do it all the time!” He exclaims.

“Uh, yeah,” you scoff, “ironically!”

Somehow, you didn’t notice until now that Derek was holding his phone in his hand, looking at the screen as he continued to stroke himself to sustain his erection. “Hey, what are you looking at, by the way?”

His eyes went up to you with an innocent, neutral expression. “Uhhh, your nudes.”

“You’re fucking kidding,” you chuckle.

“Uh, no,” he says, turning his phone around in an attempt to show you. “I’m literally going through them right now—”

“No, ew, don’t show me!” You laugh from embarrassment as you looked down at the mixing bowl you stirred, covering the peripheral view with your hand. As sexy as they were to Derek and to you during the time you were taking them, you really couldn’t take them seriously afterwards.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, babe,” he teases knowingly, making you roll your eyes. “You look so hot in them.”

“Dude—Of course I’m fucking embarrassed!” You reasoned, “I thought it was hot until the post-nut fuckin’ clarity kicked in!”

Suddenly, the timer went off as the two of you laughed softly at your last comment. You were then prompted to instantly focus as you turned off the blaring alarm and grabbed the tube closer to yourself on the counter.

“You fully hard, baby?” You ask casually, beginning to pour the white mixture inside of the tube.

“Yup,” he nodded simply, watching you prepare for the molding process.

After you finished pouring in all of the thick molding substance, you grabbed the tube and walked closer to your boyfriend. “Okay, so we’re just molding your dick now, for like, two… two minutes, I think? And you’re just gonna have to stay hard like that and don’t move too much,” you giggle, “I have to act fast, though, because there’s a reason why the water had to be ninety degrees, alright?”

“Alright,” Derek chuckles, “go ahead, babe.”

After setting up a two minute timer on your phone, you slowly placed the tube full of the ‘molding gel’ over his dick, making some of the white, thick substance drip out onto the floor. The two of you already began to cackle, Derek groaning in slight disgust from the weird feeling that the texture of the paste gave him around his cock.

“This is really fuckin’ messy,” he raises an eyebrow as he watches the leftover mixture spill onto the smooth, quartz tiles of the kitchen floor. “And it feels really… really weird around my dick,” Derek laughs softly.

“Well, we were warned about the mess but… damn, I didn’t know it’d be this crazy,” you chuckle, holding the tube in place, allowing you to stand close to Derek’s naked body. “Also, I know what you’re thinking—You’re not allowed to make a joke about how the molding gel resembles your fucking jizz.” Derek frowns immediately as you giggle at his reaction.

Rolling your eyes, you lean in closer to your lover, placing some soft kisses on his bare shoulder and collarbone. You always believed that Derek’s body was so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but show him how much you loved it all the time. “I’m gonna miss you, you know that?” You mumble with your lips pressed against the warm skin of his shoulder.

“Me too, baby,” he sighs softly, “but I’ll be back before you know it, alright?”

“I’m gonna fuck myself so fucking hard with this weird ass thing when you’re gone.”

“Sorry,” you mumble afterwards, realizing what you had blurted caused Derek to become speechless.

Your filthy words had been delivered so bluntly and casually, gaining a low groan from Derek’s throat. “Fuck. You can’t just—Baby, please tell me you’ll get me off after we do this because, fuck, I’ve been so hard for so fucking long and you’re already making things worse with that kind of talk,” he complains, nearly pleading.

“Jeez, I said I was sorry...” Chuckling, you bury your face in his neck affectionately. “Don’t worry, babe, we have so much time after this. You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

“Fuck…” he moaned at the visual you gave him with your words.

Resting your lips contently in the crook of his neck, you let out a small snicker afterwards. “Dude, I can’t get that stupid fucking meme out of my head…”

“What meme?” Derek asked curiously, no longer focusing solely on his arousal he had for you.

“The fuckin’—Your mom, the Jessica Danforth one that they would—”

“Oh, my god,” he scoffs lightly with a smile, amused by recollection of a popular, new internet meme they made of the US President. “But that one is so fucking stupid.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s iconic because your mom is iconic,” you retort playfully, “and those ‘stupid’ memes ended up being genuine, effective marketing strategies towards her campaign.”

Honestly, it was kind of adorable to Derek that you thought that lousy, new generation memes of her was what mainly helped his mother’s campaign. It was less adorable, however, that it wasn’t really the case. If only you knew…

You leaned in, briefly connecting your soft lips with his, appreciating the intimacy of your closeness that this position bestowed upon the two of you. Your kiss had pushed his underlying guilt aside for now, melting in the short moment of sweetness.

“Hey, when can I get this thing off of me?” He asks suddenly once your lips had parted from each other.

You pursed your lips curiously. “Uhh, well, is it hard yet?”

“Baby, my dick has been hard the entire time for this, you know that.”

“No, I meant—” you giggled breathlessly, “I meant the molding gel, has it hardened yet?”

“Well, it feels like it, sort of,” he remarked with a shrug.

“Eh, we can just wait for the full two minutes,” you suggested, prompting that you both should wait until the timer ends.

Soon enough, the two of you had gone through the entire procedure. You removed the tube from Derek’s cock, placing it on the counter as you mixed the silicone packets together to pour that mixture into the mold. Then, you placed the included vibrator inside the tube through the hole of a cardboard cover that rested on the top of the rim to keep it from sinking completely down into the mold.

“We are… done,” you laugh softly, the two of you looking at the tube filled with liquid silicone, most certainly taking the form of Derek’s dick. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but we are going to have to wait, like, twenty-four hours until we can take it out of the mold.”

“Well, shit. I am actually both fucking terrified and excited to see how it’ll end up looking like,” he shrugs with a slight scoff.

“Your dick, but in a glow-in-the-dark green,” you reply with a simple nod. “So… What now?”

A thoughtful yet mischievous grin appears on Derek’s lips as his eyes trail hungrily over your body.

After eagerly stripping your pants and underwear down, Derek lifted you up on the edge of the kitchen table, lips never leaving yours as he kissed you deeply and passionately. He grabbed onto your thigh, lightly gasping at the rough grip as his other hand slipped under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your back. Derek actually used the hemp oil that you two purchased earlier (alongside the Clone-A-Willy), rubbing it over your sensitive groin, then pleasurably lubricating your entrance. “God, I need you so bad, baby,” he mumbles lustfully, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter to line himself up with you.

A soft, yet vocal moan escaped your lips as you feel his rock hard, throbbing cock stretching and pushing through your tight, needy hole. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Derek grunts, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with lust and admiration. And from this heavenly sensation, you had been reminded that he still had that cock ring on.

You giggled immaturely, “you know, I forgot you even had that o—” He moved both his hands to spread open your thighs, trailing back up to grip your hips as he began to slowly thrust inside of you, making you whine as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “D-Derek—” You choke out a moan as he gradually increases his pace, firmly pushing his hips against yours to get as deep inside of you as he could. His cock was so fucking hard, indisputably caused by the pressure of the ring, but also from how much your sole body turned him on.

The two of your moans echoed in the atmosphere of the kitchen, especially as you wrapped your legs tightly around his back, pushing him in even deeper. “Fuck,” you whined softly, feeling one of his hands trail under the back of your shirt again during each heavy thrust until he finally lifts it off of you, throwing the piece of fabric onto the floor.

Your insides had deliciously gripped Derek’s firm cock so tight, withdrawing a low, prolonged groan from his throat as he then picked up the pace. He pounded deeply into you, head hanging low as he focused on his hard thrusts.

“Shit!” You nearly cry, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started to feel more sensitive. “You’re so fucking hard, hell…”

“Am I usually not?” He teases with a smirk, not ceasing his movements anytime soon.

“Ugh, you know what I mean,” you panted breathlessly. “The fucking cock ring’s, like, making you even harder than you ever been. I can’t believe this only, like, the second time we’ve ever used it.”

“Are you implying that we should use it more?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Hell, yeah,” you replied with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck, baby,” Derek groans, hiding his face in your neck, briefly nipping at your flesh. “Fucking love how tight you feel around my fucking cock.”

You moaned at his sultry words, your arms leaving his neck and holding yourself up with your palms flat on the counter behind you, attempting to grind against his movements. “Fuuuck,” you mumble as your palms shifted behind you, nudging and almost knocking down the Clone-A-Willy tube that was still filled with un-solidified silicone. “Oh, shit!” Gasping in a short panic, you held it steady before it could fall and moved it away to the side.

“Jesus, babe, you almost spilled over my dick,” he scoffs with a chuckle, his thrusts slightly sloppy from this distraction.

“Oh, I’ll spill something over your dick, babe,” you joked swiftly with a playful smirk.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking terrible,” he groaned as a mere, amused smile formed at his lips.

“Shut up, I’m not the one who got mistaken for a porn star,” you retorted, flashing a teasing grin.

“God, never fucking bring that up again,” Derek huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, I will, baby, I will so use it against you,” you claim humorously.

Suddenly, he lifts you up by your ass, away from the counter as he was still pressed deeply inside of you. Holding you up against him in the center of the kitchen floor, he thrusted up inside of you, creating a strong wave of pleasure throughout your entire being.

“Fuck!” You cried as his fingernails dig into the skin of your ass, pushing his cock in and out of your sensitive hole. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe, you might not be a porn star, but you sure as hell fuck like one, shit…” The harsh sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed lewdly in the kitchen as he continued holding you up, and even guiding and pushing your hips skillfully against his.

Finally, he brought the two of you over on a chair, sitting down against it as you were positioned on top, his dick completely inside of you. “Ride me, baby,” he mutters, cupping your face gently, yet pulling you in urgently for a deep, wet kiss, shoving his tongue through your lips.

Breaking the kiss, Derek’s hands explored and caressed the warm, smooth skin of your body, muttering lustful praises to you. This prompted you to begin moving, placing your hands on his shoulders as your hips would gently grind against his. “Mmm,” you hum softly in pleasure before your head is thrown back the moment you increase your pace.

You let your knees assist you in bouncing on his thick cock, feeling his arms being wrapped around your back tightly to bring you in closely and intimately. “Fuck, baby…” Derek huffs, attempting to move his hips up with yours.

This position was short-lived, however, because of Derek’s urgency to fuck you fast and properly, lifting you back up once again. He made out with you as he held you, kissing your lips roughly and hotly while we stumbled towards the living room to finally throw you down on the couch.

He immediately grabbed your legs, lifting them up to place your ankles over his shoulders, nipping softly at your legs in admiration before thrusting back in.

“Fuck!” He groans, moving his hips at a much rougher and faster rate, practically pounding into you with both lust and love.

“Shit, Derek!” You whimper, feeling his cock slide in and out of you so fluidly, stretching and caressing your sensitive walls. From all the buildup of the previous positions, you felt so close already. “Fuck, baby. I—I’m gonna cum—”

“Just—fuck—hold on a little longer, baby,” he mutters, ramming his dick inside of you without faltering, focusing on driving the both of you to the very edge.

“Baby…” You whined desperately, looking up at him as you felt yourself begin to clench around him. And that really did it for him.

“Fuuuck,” Derek moaned, his movements against you beginning to stagger, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon.”

A loud, whiny moan escaped your lips as your back arched up against him, tensing up as you finally released. Your tight, fleshy walls around Derek prompted him to come right after, spilling his warm, white semen deep inside of you, muttering a few curse words before collapsing on top of you.

The both of you panted heavily, struggling to catch your breaths as you felt each other’s sweaty, naked body against one another’s. You chuckle breathlessly, feeling so content from the overwhelming ecstasy that your orgasm bestowed upon yourself.

“So good,” Derek whispered, kissing your lips in a sloppy, lazy manner, “you did so good for me, sweetheart.”

***

“What in… the actual fuck.”

The next day, after it had been exactly 24 hours since you’ve poured in the silicone inside of the mold, you and Derek took it out, revealing his glow-in-the-dark, cloned dick.

The two of you looked down at the new dildo, then looked at each other before cackling loudly and heartily, your laughs echoing in the kitchen where you had done the reveal.

“Oh, my god, it looks—it looks exactly fucking like it, babe!” You exclaim in disbelief, nearly wheezing as you hold the light green, phallic object in your grasp.

“That is,” he began, trying to recover from his previous, hearty laughter, “fucking insane. It’s so uncanny, like… it looks so real.”

“Dude, look at all the detail!” You urged, small snickers escaping your throat, “like even the veins and the fucking—what—frenulum, like… What the hell?!”

“And it’s such a bright ass neon green, holy shit,” Derek chuckled, continuing to examine the silicone.

“Hey, it matches your entire vibe, at least. You know. Green. Money. Ehh?”

The two of you giggled childishly, enjoying the absolute absurdity of this entire situation. “God, only you, Y/n, could get me to do the stupidest fucking things that I would never be willing to do for, like, anybody else,” Derek remarked with a slight smile.

”Hey, you were up for it too,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “I was joking about it first, but you were the one who took it seriously!”

“Uh, you were the one who grabbed it first,” retorted Derek.

“And you were the one who took it seriously when I was joking,” you repeated, chuckling softly in amusement.

“I—” But before he could say anything, he realized that you were right. “God fucking dammit.”

***

Tomorrow, Derek would have left for the business trip, the two of you saying your goodbyes before he would disappear into his private jet. And the day after, as your lover stayed at a luxurious hotel, lounging comfortably on the bed, he received a few texts from you during the night:

Y/n: hey

Y/n: it actually does glow in the dark btw

Y/n: [sent an attachment]

Derek’s eyes widened instantly, jaw dropping at the sight of the diabolically lewd image you had just sent him. Including the familiar, bright green item in the frame, of course.

“Holy fu—”

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Lips Sealed - Jack Hughes

summary: when jack rights his wrongs it makes this years trip to the lake house unforgettable.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, thigh riding, swearing, fireworks, alcohol.

word count: 4.09k

authors note: firstly to those who read the sneak peeks thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with this one! @babydollmarauders I hope what I’ve done to our idea has met your expectations. This is my first smut with a plot alongside it so let’s all play nice and act like it was well executed, okay?

The lake house had always been the best part of your summers.

For as long as you could remember the joyous memories belonged to that house. Being back with your friends and your brother after spending months meant that your mind was at peace “good morning to you too.” Jack smirked as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen.

It made you shriek as you jumped “Jack!” You groaned clutching your chest as you stood up straight. The boy laughed as he watched your Michigan maize baseball jersey fall to your sides as it covered your ass “sorry princess.” The hockey player smiled as he walked over to you “just came to see what the noise was in here.” He explained taking a berry from the bowl in your hands as the boy stared down at you.

Your cheeks turned red as the open jersey complimented the yellow bikini that you wore “just me.” Your voice was soft as you tucked your hair behind your ear watching him lean against the counter “feel like I haven’t seen you alone all week.” Jacks lips formed a frown as he held his arms out to hug you.

Ever since you were younger Jack always did have a soft spot for you “all you had to do was talk to me.” You pointed out as he had been catching up with Trevor as you did the same with Luke “wanna go for a ride then so we can do that?” Your chin rested against his chest as his offer lingered in your ears.

The boat was the true corner stone of the lake house, the boys got to use it as their moment to truly relax and be boys. You on the other hand lived for the laughter you got watching your best friend and your brother miserably fail at water skiing “I’ll even teach you to drive.” Jack proposed finally offering you the opportunity you couldn’t say no to.

Just as you had assumed the rest of the house was captured in a deep sleep probably brought on by their indefinite hangovers “let me help.” Jack placed his hat on your head as his hand went to help you onto the boat “really?” You weren’t complaining that Jacks locks were now free but you couldn’t help but send him a glare as the hat was too big for your head “Trevor would kill me if you came back burnt.” His words made you laugh as you threw your head back.

The idea of Jack having any kind of fear of your brother made your cheeks hurt as you tried to keep quiet going towards your normal seat on the boat “wow you’re really trying to get away from me that fast?” The hockey player teased making you stop in your tracks “meant it when I said I’d teach ya to drive.” His hand extended to yours.

You stared at the single seater that Jack sat on first “you know I don’t bite.” The hockey player joked as he helped you onto his lap making you straddle his leg as you faced the wheel “I’ll help you lead you.” Jack’s voice was soft as he let his chin rest on your shoulder.

Just as Jack had hoped it took you a few minutes to relax as you loosened up allowing the sounds of the water hitting the boat to scratch an itch you didn’t even know was in your brain. But with each hit the boat had on the water it made your legs tense around Jacks and with that your clit would hit different his thigh as your hips would readjust against him “oh.” Your lips fell open as it was now his turn to tense his leg beneath you.

Jack pressed his lips against your shoulder “you’ve gotta stop moving like that.” Jack warned as his cock throbbed at the against his swim shorts “like what?” You mumbled as you the the boat come to a stop.

It was a lightbulb moment that Jack had as he smirked “you never gotten off on someone’s thigh before?” He watched as you began following the movements that his hands had you doing “nope.” You moaned slapping your hand over your mouth as your eyes widened at the feeling.

Your legs shivered as the feelings went straight to your core and up your spine “you trust me?” Jack asked brushing his fingers over your cheek making you nod “use your words baby.” The hockey player cooed making your brain feel as though your were melting.

Your tongue ran over your lower lip “of course I do Jack.” You smiled as the boy grinned “need you to face the front then.” Jack sent a nod to the people in front of you both “if you really wanna be a good girl for me lose the panties.” His words made you moan as you nodded following his request as you crouched down to hook your fingers into your bikini bottoms pushing them to the floor before you got back to his leg.

Jack leaned his head against the headrest of the chair as he watched you straddle his thigh “just follow my hands.” The hockey player cooed pressing his fingers against your hips “Jack.” You moaned as your clit grazed against his skin.

Your soaked cunt spread its wetness over his thigh “fuck you’re doing such a good job.” The mirror of the boat became his best friend when he could take in how your face contorted when your clit hit his skin at a different way “please.” You begged wanting to move quicker now desperate to come.

Of course though you should have known it wouldn’t have been this easy “god you’re so needy already.” Jack laughed as he tried to adjust himself in an attempt to ease the pain his cock felt “keep soaking my thigh with your pretty little pussy.” The hockey player used his energy to lean forward to kiss your shoulder.

The jersey had fallen off of your arms as you kept your head upright “such a gorgeous girl aren’t you?” His teeth sunk into your skin causing a loud moan to fall from your lips “naughty girl, we gotta keep quiet.” Jack clicked his tongue making your face feel warm as it turned red.

But as your thighs clenched around his leg it made Jack laugh “but maybe you want to be caught?” Those words made you whine as you writhed against his leg “that’s it.” He smirked pressing a kiss on your earlobe.

In an attempt to tease you Jack began to bounce his leg making your breasts bounce “use my leg and I’ll make you feel so good when you come.” It made you cry as your legs began to shake “I’m gonna come.” You announced letting your head fall against his shoulder.

The nature of your words turned him animalistic as Jack sped up the movements of your hips “go make a mess on my thigh my pretty girl.” Jack kissed your jaw as you came “god!” The hockey player slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your moans as your legs squeezed his thigh.

As your chest heaved Jack laughed watching you come back to earth “wow.” You forced the word from your lips “I know.” He leaned down to grab your panties as his phone went off ruining this moment you both had.

Jack frowned as he saw it “we gotta get back before they notice.” The boy explained making you nod “just give me a sec okay?” You pleaded sliding your swim bottoms onto your legs.

The ride home was quiet as Jack focused on the path ahead of him leaving you alone now back on your own seat. Meaning that you spent your ride home drowning your brain in fears that caused you to feel sick as you docked “let’s maybe keep this quiet okay?” Jack wrapped his hand around your arm.

It made you want to throw up as you scoffed “like I’d go tell the boys what happened.” You grumbled pulling away from him.

It was a weird mix of embarrassment that mixed with disappointment as it became clear to you that Jack thought so lowly of you. To go from having him being your world as a kid as everyone but Jack could see the crush you had on him. To then becoming friends with him only to find yourself on the boat like this had your world shattering around you “god I need a drink.” You clicked your tongue as you helped yourself off of the boat not wanting to wait for him to do anymore to your ego especially not whilst your orgasm still had you feeling vulnerable.

Jack didn’t know why he said what he had done and as he watched you throw his cap on the ground during your walk back to the house it made him rub his hand over his face “y/n wait!” The hockey player pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he got up and tried to make up ground in getting to you “bro you will not believe what I found!” Unaware of how you went straight for your bedroom when you got in Trevor wrapped his arm around Jack forcing the conversation he wanted to have to wait.

The next few days all ended in the same ways, you avoided Jack who didn’t allow himself to look like he cared as he prioritised worrying about what the boys might say. It wasn’t that Jack was ashamed or embarrassed, but instead it was the fact that he couldn’t get the moans that left your lips and the way your eyes screwed shut out of his mind. So in essence, letting the boys in on that secret would have had to mean that Jack was admitting it to himself that he actually did indeed like you.

But those thoughts weren’t the ones that went through your mind as you spent considerable amount of time trying to plan how you wanted to screw with Jack. You knew it was childish but Jacks attempt to silence you only served as a purpose for you to get back at him.

That was how you landed up in your red bikini and shirt you stole from Luke at the beginning of the trip “stop it!” You giggled splashing Cole with water from the cooler as he poked at the skin of your leg “what’s so funny?” Jack asked walking out to see the amused look on your face.

It frustrated Jack to watch you wrap your hand around Cole’s arm “just Cole being Cole.” You caught your lower lip between your teeth as the younger boys eyes trailed down your body “Z wanted to know if you would go with him to get fireworks.” Jack lied through his teeth as he smiled.

Trevor did most things with Cole meaning that it wasn’t unbelievable that your brother expected his friend to go along with him “I’ll see you in a bit.” Cole sighed squeezing your hand before he went to head back into the house.

Jack should have known it was too easy as the door slid shut “what are you playing at?” You asked crossing your arms as you sent the Hughes boy a scowl “what do you mean?” Jack shot back as he raised his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help it as you laughed “you dragged me to the store last week to get the damn fire-” what you didn’t expect was that you were silenced by Jacks hand as it went over your mouth for a second time, with this being so drastically different from the first.

He glared as you lay your tongue flat against his palm making sure to lick his skin “god!” Jack shrieked grumbling as he wiped his hand on the fabric of his shorts “okay I hid them is that what you wanted to hear?” The hockey player didn’t see the problem as it was the Fourth of July so that meant fireworks weren’t something you could have too much of.

Your eyes turned to sharp lines as you began to compose your thoughts into clear words “look I know you feel like we made a mistake.” You cut yourself off as you sucked at your teeth staring at the ground “but that’s in the past so can you just let me move on?” Your fingers raked through your hair as the frustration was evident on your face.

Seeing that you were feeling similar emotions to him it made Jack frown and stand in silence “that’s what I thought.” You clicked your tongue shaking your head as you walked to the door thinking that if you were quick enough maybe you could catch the boys “y/n please.” Jack begged placing his hand on your shoulder.

The look you sent him was one he truly never thought he’d get from you. Not only were you irritated but you were also disappointed, and it was disappointment only directed at him “we’ve only got a couple more days together so let’s play nice.” Your words were a clear contrast from your facial expressions as you glared at him “stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” You added slipping through the gap in the door leaving the boy with a lot of things on his mind.

To be honest Jack didn’t like that offer, he hated that you wanted to keep him away. So the only thing Jack could think of was to do exactly what you didn’t want him to do, Quinn contemplated calling his brother your shadow as he stayed by your side for the rest of the afternoon and even as meat was on the grill cooking for dinner.

The glares you sent the middle brother didn’t go unnoticed until you both ended up fighting over the last beer in the cooler “let go Jack.” You warned gripping the neck of the bottle “why don’t you go get one from the kitchen?” Jack tugged it back staring down at you.

It was a stupid fight that had gone on for far too long as you both constantly pulled it back and forth“why don’t you!” As you gave it a final tug it sent you and the bottle backwards to the ground and as luck had it the cap of the beer all of a sudden shot off hitting you with the rest of the beer that was in the bottle “fuck!” You gasped feeling the cold sticky liquid soak your body.

The boys silently watched on as you got up shaking your head “nice talking to you dickhead.” The white fabric of your shirt stuck to your red bikini top making you cringe as Trevor’s reaction matched yours “you get your eyes off of my sister right now!” He warned making you look down at your top.

Jacks eyes had followed yours as his mouth watered “I’m gonna get changed.” You mumbled dropping the bottle to the ground as you walked to the porch “okay what the hell happened on that boat?” Luke sent his brother a glare as Jacks eyes only left you once you slid the door shut.

The middle Hughes boy sighed “stay out of it!” Jack groaned as he pushed past his brother “where are you going?” Cole complained seeing that another person had disappeared from the dinner table “to get that fucking beer!” Jack spat as he shook his head following hot on the trail you had.

Frustration coarsed through your veins as you peeled the shirt off of your chest “that little dick.” You grumbled grabbing the wash cloth from your bathroom as you heard the bedroom door open “I’m busy!” You complained setting the cloth door as you looked to the door.

Jack locked eyes with you riling you up all over again “go have that beer Jack.” You grumbled placing your hand on his chest as you tried to force him out of your room “god you are infuriating.” Jack mumbled as he was stronger than you only moving back to the point where his back hit the door.

You stared at his lips before yours moved back to his eyes “at least I’m not the one who acts fucking bip-” Jack cut you off as his hands cupped your cheeks before he kissed your lips.

This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced as he pulled away for a second to scan your face for any protests that you could have made. But as they didn’t come Jack let his lips capture yours once more “Ja-” you moaned as the hockey player pressed his hands against your waist as he walked you both back to your bed.

As the back of your knees hit the mattress you both fell onto your bed “I hate you.” You grumbled as the boy hovered over you “shut up.” Jack rolled his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees pushing you further up your bed.

His lips moved to your jaw as all of the anger he had built up about the situation fizzled away with each kiss as Jack let himself nip at your skin “fuck Jack please.” Your body felt on fire as his lips moved down to your collar bone “taste like a fucking delight.” Jacks voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved back to stare at your bikini that barely covered your perky nipples.

If the sound of music from downstairs wasn’t currently echoing through Jacks ears as you had left your window open he would have taken his time but before you could complain the triangles were pushed to the side as the boy lowered his head around one and used his fingers to tease the other. Your hand tugged at Jacks longish locks that you once thought you hated but now as you used it to help steady him as he swirled his tongue around your nipple you were in awe “fuck Jack.” You repeated those words a few more times when the boy realised how responsive your body was to his movements.

But as always the irritating deadline Jack found himself came to the forefront of his mind as he was reminded of the fact that he told the boys that he was only getting a beer “would wanna taste this cunt of yours but we don’t got time for that.” The desperation in his voice was brought on by his painfully throbbing cock that rubbed against his shorts “and besides it seems you’re already ready.” The boy smirked seeing the wet patch that had formed on your bottoms that were now on full display for him to see with you out of that shirt.

His hand cupped your cunt making your squirm “you know I could leave you in here with that.” You warned as you sat up “we both know you’ve been waiting for a proper orgasm for too long to do that.” It was irritating how right Jack was as he sat on your bed again lips mere millimetres away from yours “show me you can be the one to give it to me then.” Your challenge had Jack thinking that he had been dreaming all along and that couldn’t have been real.

Yet as you sat there with a smirk on your face ready for accept this as a win Jack had to be the one to stop you “take those off.” Jack got up as he undid the drawstring of his waistband only to look up and see that you hadn’t moved “take it off before I rip them off baby.” His tone was harsher finally making you comply with him.

The pile of clothing was quick to form as your eyes trailed down Jacks body desperately noting how each part of him looked “god you’re so fucking beautiful.” He gasped staring like you were the only girl on this planet “c’mere.” You mumbled opening your legs to allow Jack the space to slot himself into.

It didn’t take him long again to have his lips find yours but this time his free hand that wasn’t holding his weight was instead directing his cock over your clit “fuck.” You moaned allowing his tongue into your mouth as your head fell back “you’re so wet.” Jack let out a grunt as he tilted his head down to watch as your cunt swallowed his cock.

Your hand squeezed at his arm “jesus!” You even felt your toes tingle as he bottomed you out with such ease “just you and me in here pretty girl.” Jack jokingly corrected you as he began to move his hips back and forth denying you of the opportunity to snap back at his lousy joke.

Jack felt your body relax as you adjusted to his size “please Jack.” You begged bringing your knees up on either side to make his angle more enjoyable for you “like this pussy was made for me.” Jack felt himself feel every part of your cunt “gonna make sure that I fuck it good.” His words ended with another kiss on your lips as it quickly turned into Jacks drug that was like his oxygen.

Lust clouded your mind as you attempted to drive your hips against his “look at you trying to get yourself off on my cock.” The click of his tongue was playful as your cunt clenched at his words “what would Z say about his little sister being this desperate.” The squelching noise that came after his thrusts made you moan as tears formed in your eyes feeling his full length inside of your aching core.

You struggled to come up with the words “h-he can’t.” You stammered as a sparkle danced over his eyes “then you gotta keep quiet princess.” Jack brushed his finger over your lips as you nodded. He watched your eyes begin to flutter just like they had done so on the boat “you close?” His head dropped to your shoulder where the hockey player began scattering innocent kisses on your skin.

The needy moan that left your lips made him smirk “feel so full.” You huffed as Jack slid his hand between your bodies “you feel me baby?” He pressed against your lower stomach causing the feeling of his thrusts to intensify “that’s what I want you to remember the next time a guy tried to fuck you.” Jacks words were only met with a whine that grew louder as he let his fingers hit your clit.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek “this pussy is yours Jack.” You shook your head at his words unintentionally making him smirk “you wanted to let me ruin you for all other guys then?” His breath fanned the shell of your ear as Jack used everything in his power to make his thrusts quicker.

A cry hit your walls as you pushed your head into the pillow “be a good girl and milk my cock when you come okay?” Your throat went dry as you nodded “I’m gonna-” your legs began to shake as your body looked like it was going to give out from under Jack.

He was right behind you as the pressure he had on your clit increased “let it all go my pretty girl.” You didn’t need to hear anymore as your eyes screwed shut and your hips continued to writhe against his thrusts “fuck!” Jack kissed your lips as your cunt clenched around his cock causing his orgasm to him as he attempted to fuck you through yours.

The two of you lay there for a few seconds until his thrust’s completely slowed and his cock slid out of your soaked cunt “you hear that?” You asked as you heard fireworks from outside as you looked to see that it was dark outside now.

It made Jack smile as he nodded “get dressed and then we can go see the end of it.” The center offered making you smile as he helped you out of your bed “you okay?” He added pressing a kiss against your lips as you nodded.

As you were both totally unaware from down below you sat the boys as they watched the fireworks with their meals on plates on their laps “how much do you want to bet they finally slept together?” Alex’s words made Trevor choke on his food “please y/n has way better taste than that!”

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mmochammoss · 9 days ago

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Big Baby

Kirishima had always been a romantic.

Always wanting to do the brave and manly thing of never trying to suppress his feelings about something and follow his heart. So when he fell for you, it was all in. Every bit of him, heart and soul.

You were his best friend first. Then his girlfriend. Then, after a heartfelt proposal during a late-night walk on the beach where he almost tripped over the ring box, his fiancée. And now, his wife.

Being married to you was everything he hoped it would be. Absolute perfection. Full of laughter and romance and soft mornings tangled up in each other. Your natural closeness, even when you two were just friends, always made your relationship feel so perfect to him.

How could he not fall in love with you? You knew everything about one another, you practically finished each other’s sentences. Even when you were both busy, him with hero work, you with your own schedule, coming home to each other made every long patrol and media interview worth it.

And then came the next step.

You’d taken the test on a whim after feeling weirdly nauseous three mornings in a row. You didn’t even wait to check it alone, he sat on the bathroom floor with you, both of you staring at the little pink plus sign like it was a bomb about to go off.

You cried first. Then he did. And then you were both laughing and hugging and somehow crying again. It was perfect.

The first few days after the news were surreal. Kirishima floated through work like he was made of helium, grinning like an idiot whenever anyone asked why he was glowing.

Then your symptoms started.

At first, it was just a little fatigue. You’d come home after a short shift and fall asleep on the couch mid-conversation. Then came the queasiness, the smell aversions, the craving for pickles dipped in Nutella (which, yes, he tried out of solidarity and immediately regretted). You swore your back was already hurting, even though it was barely week six.

And through it all, he doted on you. Rubbing your feet. Holding your hair back when the nausea got bad. Buying heating pads in bulk. Reading every baby app and prenatal forum he could find.

But what he didn’t expect… was to start feeling a little different too.

At first, it just felt like stress. He chalked it up to nerves, to excitement over becoming a dad. But then his appetite went weird. His moods started shifting. He would cry at random videos and got more and more forgetful over things of varying importance. He even felt a little bloated from time to time.

But he didn’t want to scare you too, so he kept it to himself.

But every time he watched you groan from the couch or gag when someone cooked fish on TV, he felt it too.

He swore he was just being dramatic. He was known to get in his head a little, overthink things, and spiral a bit when it came to people he cared about, especially you. Maybe he was just really, really in tune with you. I mean, he loved you more than anything so that made sense, right?

But then came the dreams. Not bad ones, necessarily, just intense. Vivid. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, clutching his stomach or holding his chest, sweating and confused. One morning, he woke up crying and couldn’t even remember why. You had kissed his forehead and chalked it up to nerves. He let you. He didn’t want to worry you.

You already had enough on your plate, growing a whole human and all.

So he doubled down. Tried to muscle through it. When he got emotional at weird times, he blamed it on dehydration. When he craved chocolate milk at 10:30 a.m., he told himself he was just low on protein. When you curled up on the couch, groaning about your back, he told himself the reason his back hurt, too, was because he’d pulled something at the gym, not because his body was mirroring your pregnancy like some kind of hormonal sponge.

Still, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it… It was just so freaky.

He’d been feeling like this for weeks now. And the symptoms just kept persisting. He began to worry, trying to make sense of whatever was happening to him without alerting or alarming you. Maybe he was overworking. Maybe it was stress. You were only a few months into the pregnancy, after all, so maybe the idea of being someone’s dad was still sinking in.

But it didn’t explain why he cried with you during a romcom meltdown or why he’d devoured an entire jar of pickles in one sitting when you said you were craving them. He didn’t even like pickles!

He reached his breaking point over something stupid. Like, really stupid.

Kaminari had just walked into the agency kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes, when he spotted Kirishima standing by the fridge looking vaguely miserable and clutching a bottle of orange juice like it had personally offended him.

“Yo, morning!” Kaminari greeted, voice light. “Why do you look like you just lost a push-up contest, dude? Y’feeling okay?”

Kirishima barely looked at him.

“Don’t start.”

Kaminari blinked. “What? I’m just saying, you look kinda rough, man-”

“I said, don’t start!” Kirishima snapped, voice sharp enough to cut the air between them. “Can you please just stop talking for once?!”

The kitchen went dead silent.

Kaminari recoiled a little, blinking. “Whoa. Okay.”

Kirishima froze like he didn’t even realize he’d raised his voice. He sighed immediately, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit. Sorry. That wasn’t…I didn’t mean that.”

But Kaminari was already backing off, holding up his hands. “No, no, it’s fine. Totally fine. I’ll just… leave you to your juice-based crisis.”

He left the kitchen quietly, and ten minutes later, the rest of the squad knew.

They gathered in Mina’s office, discussing their favorite dad-to-be’s not-so-graceful fall from grace.

“I’m telling you, it was weird,” Kaminari said, arms crossed. “Like, yeah, I joke with him all the time, but I’ve never seen him snap like that. Not at me.”

“It’s not just you,” Mina agreed. “He’s been off for weeks. He forgot my birthday dinner. Mine. He never forgets that kind of thing.”

“He started to cry a bit during our last patrol together when some kid went past us crying in a stroller,” Sero added, sipping his drink. “Like, actual tears. The kid wasn't even crying that hard.”

They all turned to Bakugo.

“…He tried to hug me after training a few days back,” Bakugo muttered like it physically pained him. “I know that he can be an emotional dumbass sometimes but that was…different.”

Mina’s eyes widened. “Okay. Yeah. That’s not just stress.”

“Exactly,” Kaminari said. “So what do we do?”

“We sit his ass down,” Bakugo said plainly. “Before he combusts.”

“Or gives birth,” Sero joked under his breath.

They all groaned.

But the decision was unanimous.

Bakugo’s office was the last place Kirishima expected to get ambushed. But the second he stepped inside, summoned under the vague pretense of “team coordination”, he knew something was up.

Sero was lounging in one of the chairs with his arms crossed. Mina sat on the edge of Bakugo’s desk, legs swinging. Kaminari was trying to appear casual and failing. And Bakugo was behind his desk, arms folded, staring Kirishima down like he was about to jump down the redhead's throat.

“…Hey?” Kirishima offered.

“Sit,” Bakugo barked.

Kirishima blinked. “What is this?”

“A wellness check,” Mina said sweetly. “For you.”

Kirishima hesitated, then sat slowly in the empty chair across from Bakugo’s desk. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

“You tell us, man,” Sero said, leaning forward. “You’ve been off. Are you guys fighting or something? Or is the baby stressing you out?”

“No, no,” Kirishima said quickly, hands raised, “we’re good! She’s amazing, really. I’m just… I don’t know, man. I’ve been off.”

Bakugo scowled. “You keep getting worked up over the dumbest shit. You don’t wanna eat at lunch or you’re only snacking on stuff. You gettin’ sick or somethin’?”

“No!” Kirishima says, looking at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s been so obvious this whole time.

“You skipped out on my birthday dinner last week,” Mina added, “and then you bit Denki’s head off in the kitchen this morning. Which, like… I get. It's Denki. But still.”

Kaminari held up a hand. “I deserved it. But that’s not the point.”

“The point is,” Bakugo said, voice low but firm, “you’ve been acting weird for weeks, and you’re obviously not fine. So either you start talking, or we start guessing.”

Kirishima groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… I don’t know what’s going on with me lately, okay?”

He looked up at them, brows furrowed in frustration.

“I’m tired all the time. I’m either starving or just straight up nauseous. I’ve been forgetting shit. I keep feeling all self conscious about how I look and stuff. I’ll get these like, random body aches and pains. I keep having the weirdest, craziest dreams. And one minute I feel like I’m on top of the world and the next it’s like I’m having a depressive episode or something?”

He ran his hands down his face as he continued, “I cried during a cereal commercial yesterday, guys. A commercial. For cereal. And I thought maybe it was stress or not sleeping right or whatever, but it’s been weeks. I didn’t want to dump it all on her while she’s already dealing with so much, but…”

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“One minute I feel fine,” Kirishima said. “But then the next minute I feel like absolute shit and I just dont know how to get myself under control!”

The room went quiet.

Then Kaminari whispered, “...Bro. Are you pregnant?”

Sero snorted. “Dude, you caught it. Your wife’s pregnant actually got on you.”

The two of them laughed while Kirishima slouched back in his chair, pouting a bit.

Mina blinked. “Wait. I think I’ve heard about this? Sympathy pregnancy is a real thing, right?”

Within seconds, she had a WebMD article open.

“Boom,” she said, holding up her phone. “Couvade syndrome. Also known as a sympathy pregnancy. Happens to expectant fathers—nausea, mood swings, food cravings, weight gain... oh my god, Eijiro, you are pregnant.”

He stared at the screen in horror.

“No way,” he muttered. “This is... real?! I thought I was just going soft or something.”

“You are going soft, idiot,” Bakugo growled, “but luckily there's no baby growing in you.”

Kirishima groaned, “Great. I can’t even support her properly without turning into some… hormonal time bomb.”

Kaminari patted him on the back. “Nah, man. That’s peak husband behavior. You’re literally feeling her pain. That’s the most Kirishima thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Still,” Sero added, “you might wanna tell her. Like soon. Before you start lactating or something.”

“What?!”

That night, Kirishima took the long way home.

His friends had told him to talk to you. Not in a teasing, “dude you’re gonna sprout boobs” kind of way, though yes, that had happened, but in a genuinely concerned, “you need to let her in” kind of way. And they were right.

You deserved to know what was going on. What he’d been feeling. What he’d been trying to hide.

He just didn’t want to worry you. You were the one actually going through it, actually growing a whole new human with your body. He didn’t want to turn the spotlight on himself or make it seem like he was somehow stealing your thunder.

But when he stepped inside the apartment and saw you curled up on the couch, a heating pad tucked behind your lower back and an open bag of dried mango slices resting on your bump, all those reasons melted away.

He couldn’t keep this from you. He never liked keeping anything from you, he loved you. So he had to be honest with you, no matter how crazy he sounded.

You looked up at him and smiled like you always did when he came home. “Hey, baby.”

His chest tightened.

He dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room in just a few strides. You didn’t even get the chance to sit up before he was kneeling in front of you, arms wrapping around your waist, face buried in your belly like he was trying to hide himself from you.

“Whoa,” you said, laughing softly as you pet his hair. “Hey, what’s all this all about? Rough day at work?”

He exhaled shakily, then looked up at you, eyes glassy and red around the edges.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Your smile faded a little at all this sudden emotion. “What for?”

“For being weird lately. For snapping at people. For not telling you what’s going on.”

You blinked, concerned now. “What’s going on, Eiji?”

“I think I’m having… a sympathy pregnancy,” he admitted, cringing a little. “Apparently, it’s a real thing. And I didn’t even know it was a thing until the guys sat me down and showed me an article about it but… I think I might have it….”

You stared at him for a second, processing.

Then your face split into a wide grin. “Wait…you’ve been having pregnancy symptoms?!”

He groaned. “Please don’t laugh.”

“I’m not! I swear!” But your shoulders were already shaking. “Is that why you cried during that diaper commercial last week?”

“Yes,” he mumbled into your belly. “And why I bought six tubs of mint chocolate chip ice cream I didn’t even want.”

You tried not to giggle. “And why you yelled at a pigeon for looking at you funny during our last walk?”

“Well no, that one was personal,” he said flatly, and you lost it.

He let you laugh it out, and even cracked a smile himself when you kissed his forehead between hiccups.

“But seriously,” he said softly, pulling back enough to meet your eyes. “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. You’re already doing so much, and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was trying to steal focus or—”

You stopped him with a gentle kiss.

“You’re not stealing anything,” you said, brushing his hair back. “You’re just sharing it with me. That’s the sweetest thing in the world, Eiji.”

“But I’m not the pregnant one,” he said.

“Yeah, but apparently your body didn’t get the memo.” You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed. To feel things. To take up space. Especially with me.”

He leaned into your touch with a soft noise of relief.

“Besides,” you added with a smirk, “if I have to push this thing out in a few months, it’s only fair that you feel a little uncomfortable too.”

He laughed, chest shaking as he wrapped his arms around you again, this time careful not to squish your belly.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” you giggled. Running your hands through his hair.

“My perfect pregnant husband.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro fluff

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cap-trio · 15 days ago

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promised to another | part one

Summary: Things with Steve were perfect, like a never ending honeymoon phase. You ignored all the warnings from friends about how that stage doesn't last long, because you know you and Steve aren't like everyone else. But you should've listened.

Your relationship shifted gradually - fewer date nights, going to bed alone while Steve worked a second job, and feeling like you've been put on the back burner. When he suggests taking a break you feel your world crumble around you.

During that time you run into your ex, Bucky. Your first love, the right person at the wrong time, the one who got away. As you reconnect, old feelings resurface that complicate everything. Do you hope that things with Steve will work out, or do you take a risk and try again with Bucky?

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Tags: Modern AU, cheating, angst, exes to lovers, fluff, second chance romance, based on a Taylor Swift song (Ivy).

Word count: 2K

Notes: I've had this idea for a while, and Thunderbolts* rekindled my MCU obsession and finally inspired me to write this. I haven't written anything in a while, so any feedback is appreciated! I'm aiming to update once a week, hopefully more if I have time.

series masterlist / read on ao3

part one: grieving for the living

Things with Steve started like a dream.

You met him while taking an art class in college. After arriving late on the first day, you took the only open seat next to him. Your first impression was how handsome he was, like he stepped right out of a Disney movie where he played the prince. Intimidating, but with a softness that drew you in. From day one, you knew you were in trouble.

Things progressed slower than you had hoped. It took until halfway through the semester before your first date, months of flirting and dropping hints before he got the courage to ask. You found it sweet how nervous he was asking you to grab coffee, and how he seemed surprised you said yes.

Dates became a weekly occurrence; trips to art museums, picnics in the park, and failed attempts to cook dinner for each other were interrupted by setting of the fire alarm. Things felt too good to be true; college guys did not act like Steve. All they wanted to do was “watch” Netflix in their filthy dorm rooms and hook up. Somehow, you hit the jackpot. By the end of the semester, you two were official.

Steve proposed the day after graduation. It was an obvious yes, and the two of you moved into a small Brooklyn apartment. It felt more like a shoebox, but the two of you were so in love that it felt like home from the second you signed the lease. Steve got a job teaching art at a local community college, saving every penny he could for the perfect engagement ring. Within a year and a half, you two were married. It wasn’t anything fancy; you both were too excited to be husband and wife to care too much about how it happened, but it was still perfect.

People warned that the honeymoon phase would wear off, and you always scoffed at that. The honeymoon phase began at that coffee shop on campus and never faltered, growing stronger with every minute spent together. Sometimes, you were almost annoyed at how you became one of those sickenly sweet couples that you used to make fun of with your friends. But then you knew how it felt to be a part of one, and you regret everything you said about them. You two were in your own little bubble.

But unfortunately, that bubble popped.

The shift didn't happen all at once. It was a gradual thing, a dark shadow slowly creeping in unnoticed, until everything was covered in black. Date nights were canceled when Steve would get stuck at office hours. Texts and phone calls went unanswered because he was busy. No more surprising you with your favorite flowers “just because.” Stress about money turned into him getting a second job. Hardly seeing each other, and when you did, Steve was always exhausted or distracted. Fights about how you felt like he wasn't putting in an effort, only for him to argue that everything he was doing was for you.

It wore you down. You stopped trying to squeeze dates onto the calendar, sending pictures of random things around the city that reminded you of him, or staying up late hoping to get just a few minutes with him. You gave up, and so did he.

Maybe this is it, you would think to yourself. But you still loved him, and you knew he loved you too. It was just a rough spot, a thunderstorm interrupting sunny days, that would be over before you knew it.

And then Steve took a needle to your bubble by suggesting a break.

You were adamantly against it. “How is that the best solution? We already don't see each other, and now, what, you think staying apart is going to help? ”

“I think it gives us room to think. Reevaluate. See if we’ve grown apart, or if this makes us miss each other,” he’d said. “I already found a place to stay, so you don't need to worry about that.”

If we miss each other. Like you haven't already missed him for months. Like he doesn't miss you, and that he never will.

“I guess you made my decision for me then, huh? Just like how “everything you're doing is for me”? I think that's a lame excuse to push me away, and congratulations because it worked,” you scoffed.

Neither of you said a word as he packed his bags. He was already slipping through your fingers, and at some point, you knew you’d have to accept that he’d let go.

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Almost two months had passed. Steve took a part of you with him that left you hollow, just going through life on autopilot. At first, you would talk a few times a week, even met up for dinner once, but it wasn't enough. Things felt strained and forced, every conversation made you feel worse about the state of your relationship.

How can I grieve someone who's still alive?

It was something you asked yourself daily. Your marriage wasn't officially dead, but it might as well have been. Neither one of you was brave enough to admit it, leaving you in a waiting game of who would crack first.

But then came an unexpected bright spot.

It was a random Tuesday after work. After a rough shift, you decided to stop at your favorite coffee shop as a treat. You were almost out of the door when you spotted him. It had been years since you’d seen him, but you’d recognize him anywhere. Long, dark hair, soft blue eyes, a physique most men dream of.

Bucky Barnes. AKA, your ex-boyfriend.

Before Steve, there was Bucky. He was your first real love, your first everything . You met him at freshman orientation, and things escalated quickly. At first it scared you, but there was something addictive about Bucky. Most of your friends chalked it up to it being your first taste of freedom after high school, your first college fling, but you knew it was more than that.

He was there on a baseball scholarship. After a bad arm injury, he was deemed unable to play and couldn’t afford the tuition on his own, so he was forced to move back home and find a job. You were convinced you’d survive long distance, that he could save up and come back, or you’d visit whenever you could. But between him working full time and you being busy with school, things didn’t work out. Bucky didn’t want to get in the way of you enjoying college and tie you down, so he let you go. It crushed both of you, but ultimately, you both knew it was the right decision. Right person, wrong time.

He was there for you during those homesick phases and nights when you weren’t sure college was for you. He brought you out of your shell, introducing you to new people and playing tourist around campus to make it feel special. Whenever you got the inevitable sickness spreading around the dorm, he’d be there with homemade soup and every kind of medicine.

You tried moving on; hookups that left you empty, dating app conversations that hardly led to a first date, and when they did, you never saw them again. It wasn’t until you met Steve the following year that you felt something real again. But even then, it was different than what you felt for Bucky.

Bucky would sometimes slip into your mind, and it always made you feel guilty. Steve was great, borderline perfect, yet you couldn’t help but reminisce about what you had with Bucky. Both were life-changing, once-in-a-lifetime relationships in different ways. And now here he was, and all those memories came rushing back.

“Bucky?” You asked to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

His eyes widened when he saw you. Immediately, he stood up from the table and pulled you in for a hug. “Holy shit,” he laughed. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Do you mind if I sit?”

“Of course not.” Always a gentleman, he pulled out your seat for you. “So, how have you been?”

“Uh, I’ve been good,” you flashed your best fake smile. “Remember that internship I was hoping for? They hired me and offered me a job after graduation, so I’ve been there for a few years now. Got a small apartment over in Brooklyn.”

You watch his eyes flick down to your wedding ring. You hadn’t realized you’d been fidgeting with it until he caught you. His face hardens, his jaw tensing for a second before he forces a strained smile.

“Got married too, I see.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “Two years. His name’s Steve.”

“I’m happy for you.” You know he’s being genuine, though you can hear a tinge of regret in his voice. Bucky was never the jealous type, and how could he be after all these years? He just wishes things could’ve been different between you.

He watches your face fall. “Is everything alright?”

“Can we not talk about him, actually? Sorry, I just…would rather not.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” An awkward beat passes. This isn’t how you dreamt running back into Bucky would look. “So, what have you been up to?”

He notices the way you quickly glance down at his hands. No ring , you note, not that it even matters. “I just got promoted to general manager of the bookstore down on Third Street, and I’ve been helping coach the Little League baseball team. Makes me miss playing, but I love helping the kids and seeing how much fun they’re having.”

Picturing him out on the field coaching those kids makes your heart ache in the best way. “Congratulations! I remember you mentioning how much you love that store, and how frustrated you’d get because I refused to pick up a book, so I let you give me a mini book report. And those kids couldn’t have a better coach, they’re lucky to have you.”

Bucky laughs at the memory. “Sorry you had to hear all my ramblings. At least now I get paid for it. And thanks, that means a lot.”

“Don’t apologize, I loved hearing how passionate you were. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Shit. Admitting that shifts the vibe of the conversation; there’s no way he doesn’t feel it too. It makes you think of the other things you liked about him, in turn bringing back memories of your relationship. It’s too much, too fast, like a dam bursting open in front of your eyes.

“Really?” He leans forward. “Do tell, what are your other favorite things about me?” He tries to sound serious, but starts laughing almost immediately after. He’s always been good at taking an awkward moment and shifting it around. Something else you like about him.

“So you’ve gotten full of yourself these past couple of years, huh?” You tease.

“Oh yeah, got a huge ego now. Having the kids tell me I’m the best coach they’ve ever had has really done a number on me.”

“I can see how that would,” you smile.

Another beat passes. “I’m really glad we ran into each other.”

“Me too. I’m sorry I never reached out, it was just…” You trail off.

“Too painful?” He finishes.

You nod. It’s not the best excuse, but at least he understands. “When I moved here, I didn’t know if you were still around, or if you’d even want to see me if you were. I wouldn’t have even known what to say. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs. “I understand. I thought about calling a few times, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. But now that you’re back, I’d really like to see you again.”

“I’d like that too.”

You exchange numbers and promises that you’ll call soon. For the first time in two months, you feel lighter, like the sun is finally shining after nothing but gray skies.

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #the way i'm scared to post this LOL #back in my writer era #promised to another #my fics

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myownwholewildworld · 10 months ago

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wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 5

chapter 4 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 6

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

summary: after what happened a couple of months ago, you are ready to move forward. joel? not so much. he might need a little... prodding.

warnings: 18+, mdni. internal and verbal discussions of feelings, trauma and past relationships. some jealousy (if you squint very hard). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). again, absolutely filthy smut because i don’t know any better (sorry not sorry). fluff. voyeurism (you spy on joel). masturbation (f and m). oral (f and m receiving). finger sucking. unprotected piv. praise kink. sir kink. size kink. cum eating. a bit of cum play. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. dirty talk. you are very needy in this one and joel is very possessive over you. soft!dom!joel. aftercare. pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, baby, honey). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n. joel’s and reader’s pov.

a/n: hiya! first i want to thank you all for the positive feedback this series has gotten! [: i started writing this for myself mainly, and decided to post it here thinking that if a couple of people liked it, it'd make my heart happy. also, i have taken some licenses with joel's past, as neither the game nor the tv show gives many details (you'll understand what i mean). anyways! after the last chapter, our two protagonists (you!) deserve a bit of calm, peace and quiet... right? 😈 as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests/side stories if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x

w/c: ~6.3k (sorry?).

tags (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981

August came around relatively quickly. Tommy had proposed you got closer to civilisation, which meant long trekking trips while the sunlight was still up. Joel agreed reluctantly, as he still thought that was dangerous. You just went along with it, letting them decide ― you didn’t really care where you ended up as long as the Millers were by your side.

Well, one of them especially.

At daytime you barely had time to yourself. However, the story was completely different at nighttime. The second you closed your eyes, snippets of what had happened two months ago flooded your memory. For the first few weeks, the nightmares were unbearable. You would wake up in the dead of night, sweaty and shaking.

And every time you woke up, Joel was by your side. He would hug you while you both laid on improvised beds, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Neither of you would talk, you would just cry in silence while your panic attack subsided ― Joel holding you throughout the whole episode. He had truly been a rock you could hold onto in the middle of a sea storm.

It got to the point where Tommy had started to realise that something was up between you two. Neither you nor Joel denied nor confirmed anything, although Tommy never asked. He would just look away when his brother would attend to you if you fell behind or would offer to do the first night shifts so Joel could be by your side at bedtime.

You were somewhat sure that Joel really cared about you. The way he would look at you… it sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in his eyes was hypnotising ― sometimes you would find yourself lost in his brown orbs, unable to look away. You also really cared about him.

You didn’t want to put a label to your feelings, mainly because you were not sure how Joel would react. You had come to understand that the man was prone to evade any topic about his feelings in general ― physical, emotional or otherwise. You could still not get him to tell you whenever he felt off. Since the blow to his head a couple of months back, Joel had been suffering with horrible headaches, to the point where he had fainted in a couple of instances.

The man was such a closed book you found out about his deceased wife the same way you knew about Sarah ― through Tommy. You assumed he had one or at least a partner at some point in time before the outbreak. The younger brother didn’t give you many details though, not that you asked either ― some wounds were better left untouched.

You liked Tommy a lot. He was a godsend ― so very different to Joel, but so similar in many ways. He was talkative and filled in long silences with stories about how they would cause mayhem at home when they were kids. You didn’t know if they were true or not, but they were entertaining nonetheless. You were under the impression that Tommy was the one who got into sticky situations and Joel was the one who had to fix them.

“I’m gonna go to the lake for a bit”, Joel told you, derailing your train of thought.

“No worries, I’ll get the fire going. Poor Tommy is always the one setting up camp”, you replied with a slight smile.

“Yeah, poor me, relegated to such unsignificant tasks”, said Tommy with a chuckle.

You smiled back and then looked in Joel’s direction. He was frowning at both of you, but quickly controlled his face expression.

“I’ll be back soon”, Joel crouched to look through his backpack, grabbing a couple of towels.

Something inside of you twisted. But you pushed the thought to the back of your head. You had already volunteered to start the fire.

You really tried to focus on the bonfire. And after a few attempts, you finally got it going. Joel had not come back yet from the lake ― it had only been ten minutes, but you were slightly worried in case he had lost consciousness again while no one was around.

“I’ll go check on him”, you told Tommy.

He looked at you with a sarcastic smile.

“Sure thing”, he replied while he started to skin a rabbit.

You rolled your eyes before you left in the direction Joel had gone.

You walked the hundred metres that separated the camp and the lake. The brothers had ensured the area was completely devoid of human existence before they decided to settle there for the night. You were now in Mark Twain National Forest, near St. Louis. You had checked out Kansas City a week ago, but both Tommy and Joel had deemed it too unsafe. So Chicago was your final destination. None of you knew what you would encounter there, but it was worth a try. The wilderness had not proven to be any safer.

Before you got to the bank of the lake, you spotted Joel in the water. He had his back towards you, your eager eyes checking out his broad shoulders, the water level up to his hips. He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back.

You stopped walking, somewhat mesmerised, your head slightly tilted to one side with curiosity. In the last two months, you had discovered a new side to Joel you didn’t know he had.

You guessed that what happened that night also affected him in a different way it did you. After he almost decapitated that man, you saw guilt in his eyes when he looked at you ― you still sometimes caught a glimpse of it to this day. As you found out later, that culpability was because he felt responsible for what those men did to you ― he really thought he could have done more. And he did in a sense, because for the next couple of days he hunted down every man in that group until there was no one left to hurt you. Apparently, that was not enough in his eyes, although it was in yours. But as much as you tried to explain that to him, it just wouldn’t sink in. He was so stubborn it made you go crazy sometimes.

Although Joel had been there for you emotionally, he had not touched you for the last two months. You managed to steal a few kisses from him and that was it. He had been extremely cautious with you in that respect. You were relieved he was as you tried to come to terms with what had happened, but after a few weeks it started to feel… frustrating. You were not broken and despite what he thought, you still had needs.

He suddenly looked over his right shoulder, offering you his side profile ― to you, he was gorgeous. Feeling like a child caught causing mischief, you quickly hid behind a tree. Joel looked around, eyebrows touching in confusion, but then he shook his head as if he was imagining things and proceeded to cup his hands in the water to wet his face.

You couldn’t not watch. You instantly realised that was the first time you saw him naked. The last ―and, regrettably, the only― time you two had sex, he was fully clothed. There was something very intimate about seeing him washing up.

You were so transfixed on the picture in front of you it was like the world had disappeared around you. Joel rubbed his skin with a hand towel ― his strong arms, his chest, his back, his lower stomach… Your breath quickened a bit, your heart picking up a pace. Everything about him invited you in ― it wasn’t only his rugged appearance that appealed to you, but also his character.

You started to feel hot. Had the temperature suddenly gone up? It seemed like it. Joel put the hand towel on his left shoulder. When you saw his right hand disappear below the water in front of him, your mouth went dry wishing it was your hand. You wanted to help him clean his manhood so badly ― memories of his delightful cock rocking you into a trance short-circuited your brain.

Before you could stop yourself, you placed one hand on your belly, biting your bottom lip. You finally gave in to temptation, pushing past the edge of your panties. You dipped two fingers in your slit, doing circular movements around your clit. Your eyes, albeit halfway closed in pleasure, could not leave Joel as he kept on freshening up. You pushed down your fingers a bit more, sliding one of them in your needy hole.

You closed your eyes, a half-smile showing on the corner of your lips. That felt so good. If Joel was going to do nothing about it ― fine, you would. Still behind the tree, out of sight, you held on to the bark with your free hand, upping the rhythm of your wet fingers, your thumb rubbing that tight knot in your fold. Then you slightly opened your eyes again ― you wanted to stare at Joel while you came.

But he wasn’t there anymore. You frowned, confused, but you were too busy to worry about that right now. So you closed your eyes again to fully focus on the task at hand. You leaned your forehead against the tree, feeling your orgasm wash over you with intensity. You pressed your lips, suppressing a moan as to not alert Joel of your presence.

“Am I interrupting?”, his soft voice forced you to glance in his direction with starry eyes.

He was on your righthand side, just half a metre away from you. Entirely naked in all his glory, an erection creeping up on him. You were speechless, partially because you had been caught spying on him and partially because you were still feeling the last remnants of your climax, your inner walls crying for something to choke.

“I―I…”, you really tried to excuse yourself, but your voice faltered when your eyes checked him out from top to bottom.

His body was chiselled, his muscles somewhat defined, especially around his waist. He had a pronounced V line with a hairy, happy trail which you avidly followed with your eyes until you were gifted with the sight of his veiny cock. You unconsciously licked your bottom lip.

Your fingers were still dunked in your warm pussy. Joel grabbed your wrist and took your hand out of your underwear, raising it to eye level. Your digits were sticky, covered in your own cum. You should feel ashamed, but you definitely didn’t. Not with him. Joel looked into your eyes, and, without breaking visual contact, he brought your slick fingers closer to his face. With no hesitation, he opened his mouth and pushed them into it, licking them clean. You felt your cunt gushing, eyelids half closed. You could have easily come again for him, but he released your fingers far too quickly for your liking.

“You naughty girl”, he whispered as he pulled you from the wrist to get you closer to his chest. “You taste even better than what I imagined”.

“I didn’t think you were…”

“Aware of your presence? Always, darlin’”, he finished for you.

Your cheeks burnt when he freed your wrist and lifted your chin up. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, his mouth just an inch away from yours. You bowed to kiss him, but he backed up a little, denying you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?”, he asked, you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

You nodded vehemently.

“Yes, please, Joel, I really need to feel you, to have you fuck me senseless”, you emphasized, short-breathed.

He seemed to consider your words for longer than what was acceptable. You saw his eyes flying between yours and your lips.

“Please?”, you begged.

Your prayers might have been heard, because he leaned forward, brushing your mouth with his.

“Then go down on your knees, darlin’”, he whispered against your lips.

You silently gasped as your clit pulsed at his words. You were delighted to follow his command, and so you kneeled compliantly.

When your knees touched the grass, his cock was at eye level. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. His dick was as big as you remembered, the memory of it filling you up still haunted you. It was so erected now that the tip touched his belly button. Joel looked so strained you thought he had to be in pain. And you were more than willing to help him alleviate it.

You moved your hand forward, but before you could try to wrap your fingers around him, Joel stopped you.

“No, with your mouth”, was his order.

You intertwined your fingers on your lower back and inclined your heard towards him. You gazed up at him, his jawline very tense. You let your tongue out and shyly tapped his glans with the tip. Joel closed his eyes immediately and grumbled loudly as his cock twitched in front of you.

That was all you needed to spur you on. You widely opened your mouth to house his manhood and sealed your lips around the head, the tip of your tongue trying to push open the slit on his foreskin. You played with him for a bit while your jaw relaxed. Then you started to push him in further and further down your mouth, as far as you could take him. His glans pushed past your uvula, you could barely breathe, just as you had imagined a few months ago ― a dream come true. You bobbed your head back and forth, feeling him in your throat, your eyes watering. But you were still not close to have his dick entirely in your mouth ― he was so damn big.

Joel growled in ecstasy as he looked down to you. The sight of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed, bright beautiful eyes, your tongue maliciously inciting him… He just couldn’t believe how giving you were.

“Look at you with your mouth so full”, he said placing one of his hands under your chin. He could feel his own cock expanding your throat. “You look so damn pretty, baby”.

You leaned back a bit, releasing most of his erection except for the tip. With the help of one hand you started pumping his shaft, the other gently massaging his balls. Joel eyed you intensely while you ate him up like a lollypop. His salty flavour inundated all your senses, your eyes pinned on his.

His fingers clenched in frustration.

“Shit, stop, I’m gonna come”, he mumbled as he pushed back to free his dick from your wicked lips.

No way in hell, you thought. He was not about to deny you that. You had been thinking about this moment for fucking months, you wouldn’t let him take that pleasure away from you.

You grasped him by his ass, your palms firmly pressing on his buttocks to take his cock even deeper. You then gave him head as best as you knew how, fastening the rhythm when you felt the pulsation coming from him.

“Fuck, baby―”, he moaned your name as he came in your hot, wet cavity.

You felt his spent hit the back of your throat. It was so tangy and musky. You swallowed all of it. Ah, delicious, you thought gleefully. You let go of his ass and released his dick from the prison of your lips.

You placed the palms of your hands on your knees, still on the ground, and glanced up at him innocently with a sweet smile painting your face. You then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show Joel you had eaten all his cum ― a bridge of spit connecting the tip of your tongue to his glans.

He dropped one hand to break off the arch of saliva between you and him with his index, and fed it to you ― you gladly accepted, sucking his finger clean.

“Did I do good, sir?”, you asked with a small voice, looking for praise.

“Good? You did fucking splendid, sweetheart”, you beamed with the compliment and got up to your feet when he offered you a hand.

He took your hand, walking behind him as he headed towards the lake. He turned around to face you and kissed you slowly, his tongue caressing your palate. He then took a step back. The sun was setting on his back, the orange and red lighting reflecting off the waterbed. His brown eyes, bearded jaw, hooked nose, his hair curling at the nape of his neck… He looked like a roman God ― Mars, you thought. Joel looked like a man about to fight for his life and yours on the battlefield.

He sat down on a massive flat rock one metre away from the bank of the lake, which was approximately two metres wide in both directions.

“Now undress for me, baby”, he instructed.

You did not hesitate ― all your clothing fell to your feet, piece by piece, while Joel eagerly watched the show you put on. He wetted his bottom lip while he readjusted his cock on his lap. You stood there with dreamy eyes, awaiting. He motioned one hand towards the rock he was sat on, an invitation for you to join him.

Once you were sat on his right, he placed his left hand around the front of your neck ― a very slight touch that forced you to flatten your back against the rock while he positioned himself on top of you. He bit your chin while his left hand put a sweet amount of pressure on your throat. You could tell he was controlling himself.

“My turn”, he whispered, coming off you.

He got off the rock, kneeling on the ground in front of you. You put your elbows down on the rock to lift your torso and be able to look at him, your knees bent, the sole of your feet against the cold surface of the rocky platform. Joel grabbed you by the hips and scooted your ass over to the edge of the rock. Your legs were firmly pressed against each other, trying to hide your quivering cunt ― suddenly you felt shy.

“Spread your legs open for me, darlin’, lemme see”, he commended you with his hands on your knees.

You couldn’t say no to him, you didn’t want to. So you obeyed, dropping your legs to the sides, offering him your dripping fold. He traced your slit with his index, and you moaned.

“You’re so fucking wet already. So receptive, aren’t you?”, he asked looking at you dead in the eye, his finger sinking in between your legs, looking for the entrance. “Who gets your pussy so wet?”, he pushed his fingertip in your hole, and you groaned loudly. “Who, darlin’? Use your words”.

“You, only you, sir”, you gasped.

“This is mine”. He pushed in the second phalange.

You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing.

“All yours, yes”.

His finger got completely sucked in down to his knuckle, stroking your g-spot. You harshly pressed your lips.

“Exactly, don’t you dare forget that”, his tone was so serious you looked at him enigmatically, not really understanding where that sudden possessiveness came from, but you loved every bit of it. And you were more than happy to put his doubts to rest.

You nodded frantically.

“I would never, sir, I swear my pussy is all yours”, you really meant it.

“As it should be”, he added a second finger as he leaned forward and kissed your mound.

You sighed, eyes teary, and flattened your back against the rock again, as Joel made out with the fatty skin above your clit. He introduced a third finger, all of them rubbing your anterior wall. Then his mouth dropped and sucked in your clit. Your knees trembled while you held both of your breasts, playing with your nipples and biting down your lip to stop your wanton screams. He insisted with his kissing until your wet cunt started fluttering around his fingers, a clear tell you were about to come. He stroked your clit with his teeth, very lightly, sending shivers up your spine. Your legs pressed against his head, tension building up. And then, finally, sweet release. You came so hard on his mouth, and he drank it all.

He unburied his head from in between your legs and glanced at you with a sufficient smile.

“You taste even better directly from your creamy cunt, baby”, you were glad he was so talkative during sex, especially if it was to praise you.

Joel placed the palm of his hand over your mound, his fingers covering your damp pussy, and rubbed with just the right amount of friction. You exhaled slowly.

“I’m gonna make you come again”, he promised.

You pursed your lips, your cunt palpitating at the prospect.

“I don’t know if I can―”, you uttered under your breath.

He raised an eyebrow, almost as if he was offended. Joel grabbed your thighs and pulled towards him; the back of your knees placed on his shoulders.

“Don’t doubt me, of course you can. I said I’ll make you”, his mouth was so close to your moist pussy you felt his cool breath on your damp skin.

You whimpered when his tongue swept your entire slit unhurriedly, from your perineum to your clit, his hand climbing up your body to squeeze one of your breasts firmly. Joel repeated that move a few times ― and your brain chemistry would be changed forever after that. He briefly pinched your nipple while he paid special attention to the core of your pleasure. Joel smothered your clit with his lips ― you closed your eyes while placing a hand over his on your boob.

Joel’s tongue stopped torturing you for a second. He nudged your clit with the tip of his hooked nose and then inhaled your sweet smell. That scent was making him go wild with lust to the point where he started fisting his cock, the tip already leaking with precum. He flattened his tongue against your swollen lips, wiggling it through the slit to touch your needy hole. He could not believe you were this wet for him ― if he had the chance, he would drink from your seeping fold every single day. This was how ambrosia tasted like ― he was damn sure of it.

He placed his hands to each side of your puffy flaps to spread your pussy open, while the tip of his tongue slipped inside of you. Your free hand flew to his head, fisting a handful of hair. Your toes clenched as he started to fuck your hole with his tongue. You felt your whole uterus contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your cum started to ooze out as a new orgasm hit you with full force, yelling his name. Joel did not waste any of it, licking it off you shamelessly.

What just happened ― that felt like sin, the most beautiful sin you had ever experienced. Your breathing was so irregular you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Then you heard Joel snickering as he got back up to his feet.

“See? Told ya”, he said smugly as you placed the elbows on the rock to lift your chest and glance at him.

He was jerking off, his cock ready for you again. You sat back up and leaned forward, your hands on his muscular thighs as you kissed the slippery tip, the shaft, then his balls. You showered pecks all over his manhood, worshipping it.

“S-sorry, sir, can I ask? Is your cock only mine? P-please?”, you asked in between smooches, almost panting, looking at him with puppy eyes.

Joel’s irises were swirling with desire, his hips slightly slanted forward towards your mouth, his dick visibly spasming while he caressed your cheek.

“All yours, yes”, he replicated your exact words, your heart fluttering with contempt.

You smiled at him before licking his testicles again ― your hand pushing his shaft against his lower belly to give you better access. Your eyes never abandoned his as your saliva covered his soft ball sacks.

This time he did step back, and you let him.

“I need you inside me, please”, you murmured.

His jaw was so tight he didn’t dare to speak. Joel could feel his heartbeat on his cock, all because of you and your wanton mouth. You looked so damn beautiful ― on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes, patiently waiting. He knew you very well by now, fully conscious that as sweet as you were acting now, that was it ― an act. And he loved every bit of it. He liked the way you replied to him when sex wasn’t involved, taking no shit from anyone, your snarky remarks driving him crazy.

Joel sat down on the rock and motioned for you to join him on his lap. You joyfully obliged, sitting atop of him. Your knees to each side of his waist, your bust against his, skin to skin. Your nipples grazed his chest, becoming harder at the electric contact. He cupped both of your boobs and pushed them up, so he could kiss them tenderly. You sighed, your mouth against his ear. Still holding your breasts, he unattached his lips from your nipples to peck your chin.

“Fuck me, darlin’”.

You looked down between you two. His erection was so prominent you knew it was hurting him. And you could ease that pain for him. Heaving, you lifted your hips up and grabbed his dick. It was hard but soft at the same time, velvety, very warm and beating. So sensitive to the touch he groaned ― music to your ears. You hugged his neck with your free arm as you guided his tip to your leaking entrance.

With a sudden drop of your hips, you impaled yourself harshly ― his bollocks kissing your tumid lips. You circled your hips against his, very slowly, which made you both moan in unison. Then you raised your body, his cock slipping out completely. Holding him from the base, you came down on him sharply again.

Joel was close to losing his mind. If you did that one more time, he wasn’t going to be able to hold it for much longer. You seemed to understand that, because you started to rock your hips back and forth, up and down. He kneaded your ass, feeling your rhythm, spurring you on. His fingers squeezed the skin under them while he kissed your collarbone. His mind was completely blank ― he could only focus on your sweet pussy hugging him, choking him. His dick felt so wet, so hot, throbbing for release… You kept on riding him, your movements growing erratic as you both were close to climax.

You surrounded Joel’s neck with both arms, pressing your breasts against his handsome face, your hips flushed with his, as your cunt angrily convulsed around his erection in blissful liberation. Joel held it together while you recovered, his hands still on your ass cheeks, fingers so clutched they were close to dislocating.

“Baby, if you don’t get off, I’m―”, pain smeared his tone. He was really fighting for his life right there and then.

“Oh, sorry”, you said with a small voice, still feeling your own pleasure. You elevated your hips, so his manhood popped out with a squelching sound.

You were not going to leave him hanging, obviously. So you kneeled before him, in between his strong legs, and kissed his tip. Joel sighed loudly when you closed off your lips around him for the second time today and pumped his shaft fast and strong, milking him dry. A minute later, your throat was clogged with his spent. A drop of it trickled down the corner of your mouth.

Joel leaned forward and caught the cum off the corner of your mouth with his thumb before rubbing it on your lips. Then he kissed you wetly, devouring you. He could never have enough of you.

“Thank you, sir”, you whispered with a smile when he was done assaulting your mouth.

He just smiled back. A genuine smile, the first you had seen from him. It tugged at your heart a little.

You were still feeling restless. Although you had orgasmed four times already, your pussy lips were so inflamed you thought you were on your way down to hell. Still on your knees in front of him, you softly massaged your sensitive clit. It was burning ― you suppressed a sob as you glanced up at him, lips slightly parted.

“What is it? Is your tight pussy still gushing, sweetheart?”, he asked you, cupping your chin.

You nodded, tears of frustration blurring your vision.

“I need more, I can’t ― my pussy is on fire, sir”, you muttered, feeling sorry for yourself. You were in a heightened state of sensory overload.

“Let me help you with that then”, you almost cried of relief at his words.

You quickly got up and kneeled on top of his lap again. He slipped a hand in between your bodies to caress your core. Your flesh trembled at the touch. Suddenly you realised you desperately needed to find your own rhythm ― you didn’t have to communicate it, Joel understood it in a second. He stopped and let you do what you had to do. You placed the palm of your hands on his shoulders and started rubbing your pussy against the side of his still hand. You slid your cunt further up to his elbow, and then returned back to his wrist. Your clit greedily welcomed the tingling sensation of the hair on his forearm against your wet slit.

You kept on rocking your hips back and forth on his forearm, pressing hard against it, sliding, rubbing and causing as much friction as you could, the heat in your belly flowing down to your crotch. You buried your fingers in his wet hair and tilted his head backwards so you could rest your forehead against his. Your inner walls contracted extremely hard and then you let go, squirting plentifully for a few never-ending seconds on Joel’s forearm. Your overstimulated cunt was leaking on top of him as if someone had opened the tap of your pleasure and couldn’t close it. When the last wave of your climax abandoned you, you looked down to see how it all trickled down from his forearm onto his lap.

You closed your eyes, content, when he gently tapped your pussy a few times. You breathed in deeply, feeling completely satisfied, finally at peace. Then you pecked his lips with gratitude.

“Better now, baby?”.

“Yes, infinitely better. I―I’m sorry I made a mess”.

“Don’t you apologise for that”.

You both remained in that position for a few minutes ― his now relaxed, wet cock warmly lodged between the flaps of your still dribbling cunt. He hugged your waist to bring you closer to him, his mouth brushing yours in a moment of calmness you had not experienced with him yet.

When his lips released yours, you placed your cheek against his right shoulder, your fingertips tracing the scar on it. Silence ensued, neither of you felt the need to fill it with words.

As much as you fought against yourself, you had feelings for Joel. Although you probably didn’t know all his faces, you knew enough about him to love him. The way he would have you on your tiptoes with his sarcastic comments, his bluntness, his rudeness, the way he would snap back at you when you pressed his buttons ― but also his kindness, his caring side, his softness, how he worried about you making sure you were okay, his demanding sexual needs, the way he made you feel when his hands mapped out your skin.

But you were not sure what he thought about all of this. In some respects, his mind was inscrutable. It was part of his charming personality, you guessed. You kissed the scar on his shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I love how you smell”, he murmured.

“Is that the only thing you love about me?”, you couldn’t resist, the words just slipped out of your mouth. You wished you could take them back, but it was too late for that.

Joel slightly froze in place at your question. He couldn’t deny that he had started to develop feelings for you. The way you looked at him made him want to be a better person. Although you drove him crazy sometimes, you made his days bearable, a shining beautiful light amongst so much darkness. You were his lighthouse, guiding him to shore. He just needed to learn how to surf through the violent waves before he could safely approach the coast.

Knowing how close he had been to losing you had opened his eyes to a new, unknown reality. He would literally kill for you if he had to ― he had already done it and would do it all over again without blinking. No regrets whatsoever.

But he had some unresolved trust issues when it came to romantic relationships. Joel married Sarah’s mother, Charlotte, when they were both twenty-one years old, as soon as they knew they were expecting. The first two years were very hard on them both, parenthood was not a piece of cake. Resentment had grown between them, to the point where Charlotte had accused him of robbing her of her fun years, which led her to cheat on him. They tried to salvage their marriage for the sake of Sarah, but they never did ― Charlotte died in a car accident while on a heated, angry phone call with Joel.

He locked away those thoughts ― it wasn’t the time nor the place to dwell on the past. Not when he had you with him.

“I… well, no. I love everything about you, sweetheart”, he conceded.

Your heart skipped a beat with joy. No, it wasn’t a love confession, but it was much more than what you were expecting of him. You turned your face against his neck and placed a kiss on his Adam’s apple.

“C’mon, let’s freshen up, I want to clean my mess off you, I do feel a bit bad”, you said with a chuckle.

You got off his lap, the cool breeze touching your sweaty skin. You offered him a hand, which he took, standing up behind you. Without letting go of his fingers interlaced with yours, you guided him to the water. It was cold, but you ventured inside with Joel following you. When the level was up to your waist, you turned around in Joel’s embrace.

You proceeded to wash off your cum and his off his cock, his lap, his forearm. When you were done, he kissed the top of your head. His left hand did the same to you, his fingers caressing your pussy, cleaning the proof of your shared pleasure. He did so not in a sexual way, but in a caring, intimate way. A minute later, you both disappeared beneath the water to emerge a second later, to wash off all the sweat. You found yourself in his arms again, your cheek against his chest ― you could hear his heart beating loudly but steadily.

“Joel, I―”, you didn’t know where to start. There were thoughts you had been wanting to put into words for a while now. “What happened to me sucks and I still die a bit inside when the memories come back at night. But none of it was your fault, nor mine. I do not want those bastards to win, to ruin my life. And my life with you. And I know it will take time to heal that part of me, or maybe it will never heal, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. I want you so badly, Joel, but what I do not want is you walking on eggshells around me. I’m not broken, I want to move forward, not get stuck in the past. Do you understand what I mean?”, you asked, your cheek still against his chest, looking up at him.

His eyes were focused on yours. His heart shrunk a bit, sharing your pain. If he could, he would take it away, all of it ― the fear, the panic attacks, the agony, the memories, the nightmares. But he couldn’t change the past. So, he nodded.

“I do, honey”, he whispered as he bowed down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

You both stood there for a few more minutes, hugging each other in silence. Then Joel grumpily ended the embrace.

“We should get back, Tommy is going to kill us”.

You laughed because it was so true. You both got out of the lake, towelled down and got dressed. You started walking towards the campsite besides him ― your hand in his, fingers entangled. When you saw the tent and Tommy’s outline against the fire, you got ready to release his hand. But he didn’t let go when Tommy turned around to look at both of you.

You tried to hide a soft smile ― and failed.

The younger Miller noticed you holding hands but made no comment about it. But he did smile. A very wide smile.

“Well, about damn time, dinner is almost ready”, he said with amusement, pointing to the rabbit impaled with a stick roasting on top of the fire. “If you took any longer, the rabbit was going to come back to life and run away”.

“Always so theatrical, Tommy”, you chuckled.

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Helowwww can you do a song Mingi x male reader of them dating for years, Mingi and male reader are childhood friends before mingi met Yunho, Mingi and reader started dating when they are 16, lemme add up that reader is rich rich rich being an heir of a Korean family (you choose the last name) and the CEO of their family company. Reader proposed to Mingi before they went to Coachella.

After week 2 of Coachella during their after party, Mingi finally comes out of the closet, before stating that he is engaged to someone, which the members ask on who he is etc. Yunho and majority of the staff know so they are laughing, before Mingi shows the picture of reader and the members are shookt!!!!

You can add more LMFAOOOO

HEY!!!!! omw I cant wait to write this AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I hope you don't mind if I do a little bit of backstory, so this'll be pretty long compared to my others 🙏

I hope u don't mind that I made it a lil angsty in thee beginning its for the plot 🦶🦶

I really like long plots like this!! Tysm for requesting it!

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

You're all I've ever wanted. (2k words)

Story under the cut!!

Flashback to when Mingi and M/n were 5.

“Gigi, do you think we’ll get married when we’re older?” m/n asked, tilting his head up at his friend. It was a hot summer day, and they were currently at the beach. M/n had needed a break from his parents, so he’d met Mingi by their rock. Something you probably didn't know is that M/n is an heir to the Han family. They own many buildings in South Korea, and expected him to be the next CEO of their main company, Han Electro.

Mingi couldn’t help but smile at the question before squatting next to the younger. “How about we make a promise? If neither of us are married at the age of 23, we’ll get married, okay?” M/n smiled and nodded, reaching up to hug his friend. Just as they let go, a man came up to them and grabbed m/n’s arm. “You stupid brat, what have I told you about running off? How can we expect you to run a company successfully if you keep doing this?” This stupid man was m/n’s father. M/n sighed and got up, dusting off his legs before smiling and waving to his friend, “Bye gigi! I’ll see you soon!” Mingi waved back and then after a few minutes he went home.

Fast forward 10 years, and now they were both 15. In a few days it was Mingi’s birthday, and he was looking forward to it. At this time, he and M/n barely hung out, but M/n always sent Mingi small gifts and clothes and stuff. Expensive stuff. For his 15th birthday, m/n have sent him a Louis Vuitton bracelet and a jacket to go with it. A few years earlier when m/n was on a business trip with his parents, Mingi had met Yunho, and the rest of ATEEZ. They had all teased Mingi when he told them that m/n was the one that had bought them for him.

A few days later, On Mingi’s 16th, M/n had showed up at his front door with a bouquet of flowers, and a sign that said ‘Will you go out with me?’ Mingi was overjoyed and obviously said yes. AFter that, they were closer than ever. M/n had told his father that he needed a break for a bit, so he was allowed one week of freedom. The two went on movie dates, dinner dates, and even spent nights with each other. They cuddled and watched movies before falling asleep.

When m/n had gone on a business trip again two weeks before ATEEZ was to leave for Coachella, he’d come back with a Kawasaki H2R (sports motorcycle). “Baby… are you trying to win me over?” Mingi had asked, a smile on his face. M/n had a guilty smile on his face as he nodded. After they put the bike in the garage, they sat on the couch together, m/nin Mingi’s arms. “You don’t have to win me over, you’re already mine.” Mingi whispered, and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek. Fast forward to present day.

ATEEZ was about to fly out of Korea, getting ready for Coachella. M/n knows this (Mingi tells him everything), and was racing towards the airport, hoping to catch them outside. He was lucky enough to spot paparazzi, and then ATEEZ’s van, skidding to a stop behind it. Mingi was clearly happy to see m/n, but tried to ignore him since he was already in the airport and surrounded by paparazzi. M/n slipped a little box into his pocket, and then stepped inside the airport. (I should tell you now that M/n had drawn some of the paparazzi away, since he was also a famous CEO(the youngest ever)) With the paparazzi pushed away from ATEEZ and Mingi whispering something to staff, the two were able to slip away into a secluded area. “M/n! Why are you here? Are you going on another business trip? Where are you ba..” Mingi was interrupted by the younger kissing him. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I just… I can’t keep seeing you and not tell you…” M/n sounded nervous, and flinched when Mingi wrapped his arms around the smaller.

“It’s okay m/nie! You can tell me anything!” Mingi smiled, but even he sounded nervous, not knowing what m/n wanted to talk about. When m/n finally stepped away from his boyfriend, he slipped the small box out of his pocket. “Min…. I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while… but… will you… marry me?”

Mingi’s hands flew to cover his mouth, stepping back from the smaller. M/n clearly wasn’t expecting this reaction, because he seemed scared, but all fear left him as Mingi kissed M/n, and didn’t let go until he was gasping for air, a smile on his face. “Of course I will, M/n, I would love to marry you!” Mingi then rambled about the rest of ATEEZ finally getting to meet the love of his life, but M/n softly stopped him. “Ming… you know I can’t come with you… but.. Promise you’ll call okay? I’ll be watching you on TV, I promise.”

Mingi nodded and pulled M/n into another hug. “And I promise I’ll call you. When we get back can I introduce you to the others?” M/n nodded, and kissed Mingi one last time before the staff found them. M/n was silent on his car ride home, smiling really wide. After their first week at Coachella, Mingi and M/n were on a call. Mingi had told M/n everything that he’d done that week, and M/n was gushing over how Mingi had done a great job during performances.

It was now the second week, and today was their last day performing. Mingi had practically run offstage after saying goodbye to fans, wanting to tell M/n all about it. He was reaching for his phone, but got pulled away by San, who wrapped him into a bear hug. “Mingi you did great!” He shouted, still being controlled by adrenaline.

Mingi just let himself be swung around by San before Seonghwa demanded that he put Mingi down because he seemed like he was about to throw up. “I feel like this performance was much better than our other ones, good job guys!” Hongjoong said. They were now all in their van, heading towards where their afterparty was gonna be. One of the staff members had asked to see Mingi, and they were now talking about the airport situation.

“You know I'm bad at keeping secrets, M/n I couldn’t help it! They were teasing me and I just…” Mingi’s voice trailed off as he heard a chuckle from the other side of the phone. “Baby are you laughing at me?” Mingi’s voice cracked a bit as he asked this, his throat still hurting from when they performed Geurilla.

“No, no of course not baby..!” M/n answered, trying to keep his giggles to himself. Mingi had called M/n right after he’d reached his hotel room, and had told M/n everything. He’d told M/n that after the staff had talked to him, the members started teasing him. They’d bugged him about why the staff had talked to him, and he’d given in. “I’d told them… I was like ‘Okay guys… so there has been this secret I’ve kept from you guys..’ and they fell silent! Isn’t that crazy? Anyway, I was like ‘It’s regarding my private life, and I need you guys to be chill about this..’” Mingi sighed after saying this, putting his head in his hands.

“I guess they weren’t quiet about it, huh?” M/n’s voice sounded really far away through the phone, and Mingi guessed that he was in the kitchen making ramen. “Well of course not! They bugged me even more! San almost choked me because he’d jumped on me, thinking he could get the answer out of me first!” Mingi ranted, now pacing the hotel room.

M/n’s laughter bounced off the walls as Mingi put him on speakerphone. “And then what?” M/n asked, his voice louder as he stood near his phone again, the clink of glass on the counter loud. “Well…. I was like ‘Alright.. So I’ve been seeing this guy… and he makes me really happy.. And recently, before we left for Cali he.. proposed to me.’” M/n had scoffed at this, giggling as his boyfriend sighed again. “I guess you can tell how this went.. They laughed at me and I sat there like ‘What??’ but I looked at the staff, and they seemed to catch on about the Airport situation, but didn’t seem to believe me. Wooyoung asked me for a picture of you and I..” Mingi’s voice trailed off as a door opened behind him.

“Mingi? Who are you talking to?” The voice belonged to the member he was rooming with, Jongho. Mingi held his phone up to the other, showing him the screen. “Oh! Is that.. your fiancé?” The boy seemed to still not believe it, but M/n smiled to himself before saying hello, assuming he was on speakerphone. “Hey! I’m Han M/n, nice to meet you! Sorry I'm not there in person to shake your hand.” He laughed. He listened carefully as he heard sounds of Mingi pushing the other out of the room, and laughing as Jongho left. “Okay.. where was I.. Oh yeah! So I pulled out my phone and showed them a picture of you! You know the one where you were cuddling with our cat?” M/n made a sound of acknowledgement before Mingi continued, revelling over the fact that “the members had gone nuts, asking if you were ‘The famous M/n, CEO of Han Electro.’”

M/n laughed at this, now sounding far away, as he walked to the sink to wash his bowl. “Okay Min-min, I know it's late there, and you have to be tired. I’m gonna hang up, okay? You get some rest and call me in the morning.” M/n said, walking back to his phone. “Okayyy.. Goodnight M/nie! Before you hang up… promise you’ll let me introduce you to the members?” Mingi yawned at the end of his sentence, sheets ruffling as he slipped into bed and turned on his side. “

Of course baby! I can’t wait! Now get some sleep, I love you!” You could hear M/n’s smile through the phone, and Mingi loved that. The next day, ATEEZ were heading home. They’d had a long day of traveling, but weren’t tired. They’d heard from Jongho that they were going to meet M/n when they got back to Korea, and had been restless ever since. Mingi on the other hand, slept the whole flight back, having been restless the night before.

When the plane landed, Mingi had jolted awake, almost hitting his head on the low ceiling above him. It took the members a while to get off the plane, but it was worth it because of who was waiting for them. Standing near the terminal where they landed, was m/n. He was dressed in all black, a mask and glasses covering his face. San noticed him first, practically bounding over to the younger. Mingi followed suit, and M/n took his mask off to give his boyfriend a kiss.

They hugged and rocked back and forth while the members surrounded them, already asking lots of questions. “Okay okay guys calm down please, we’re attracting attention.” Hongjoong sighed and shook his head. Mingi was still Hugging m/n, now resting his head on the smallers shoulder with no intent of letting go. M/n smiled at the other members, running his hand through Mingi’s hair. “Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you all, Mingi’s told me a lot about you guys.” M/n detatched himself from Mingi so he could bow and shake hands, but Mingi grumbled and pulled m/n into a back hug instead, seeming to fall asleep a few seconds later.

They stood in the terminal and talked while the staff were taking their bags to the van for transport. The staff was okay with Mingi leaving with m/n, so after saying goodbyes, they parted ways, ATEEZ to KQ and Mingi and M/n going home.

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Hey!! Its the way I could have gone on and on about that Kawasaki but didn't (im so proud of myself for that), I really love motorcycles guys.

Anyway!! I hope this is what you wanted!! I might have added a bit too much backstory, and cut out the fact that Yunho and staff knew about m/n, but honestly i think it makes it a bit better. I hope the ending was okay! I was debating on adding the wedding so I just left it as it is now, with m/n meetinf ATEEZ finally.

Spotify must have known I was working on this because ATEEZ was playing nonstop and I rarely hear ATEEZ even though theyre in all my playlists💪💪

Works belong to @asterifish | reblogs help me a lot!

#asteri's🪐fics #kpop male x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader fluff #ateez x male reader #mingi x male reader #song mingi #somg mingi x male reader #male x male reader #sub male reader #childhood friends #angst with a happy ending #slight angst

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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How Do You Feel About the Parking Lot? (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fluff

You were excited at first. Very excited. You showed off your ring to everyone and gushed over the fact that you were engaged. And while you were still wearing his mom's engagement ring, it was becoming obvious to Bradley that things were not quite as they should be.

"Hey," he said softly as he walked into the kitchen. It was exactly nine weeks ago that he'd proposed in the dining room and you'd happily accepted that ring that glittered on your finger right now. But tonight you just mumbled something at him without looking up from your computer where you sat at the island. It was nearly midnight on Friday, and he would have given anything for you to start planning this wedding with him. "Are you coming to bed soon? I thought we could talk about potential wedding dates."

"Oh," you replied without looking up at him. "I'm still putting this presentation together."

Bradley sighed. "Baby Girl, you've been working nonstop for weeks. I just want... a little bit of your time." He wanted a lot of things, actually. Like a long snuggle on the couch while you and he watched a movie, or a soak in the tub together. He'd love a blowjob or pinning your hands above your head while he slammed you into the bed. But mostly he'd love to plan his wedding to you, because more than anything, he wanted to get married this year. And it was already late September.

You glanced up at him and adjusted your glasses. "How about tomorrow? I really need to get this done before my work trip."

"Sure," he whispered before pecking you on the cheek and heading off to climb into bed alone.

But it only got worse from there. You worked all weekend. On Monday, you didn't come home until seven o'clock. Tuesday was eight o'clock. By Wednesday, he wasn't sure if you were even eating or sleeping any longer. And worse yet, you were leaving for Annapolis in a few days. Bradley wouldn't even see you for a week. Not that he really saw you now, he supposed.

He ate a bowl of cereal for dinner before sinking down onto the couch with Tramp and a bottle of scotch. He turned on Real Housewives, but he wasn't really watching it. He took a sip, and it burned. But the next one didn't. And neither did the one after that. He started to feel better. But he'd stop when you got home.

Another episode started, but it still wasn't holding his attention the way you would have, and that's when he realized it was once again seven o'clock, and you still weren't home. When his phone rang, he sloshed some of the alcohol onto his tee shirt reaching for it, and he was praying it was you calling to tell him you were on your way home.

He pressed his lips together and then took a deep breath before he answered. "Hi, mom."

"Bradley! I haven't heard from the two of you in days! How's your lovely fiancée? And Tramp?"

The dog must have heard her voice through the phone, because he perked right up. But Bradley couldn't answer with anything other than a raspy, "Fine."

The line went silent. "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," he lied. "How are you? How's dad?"

"Well, I went to lunch with Brenda, and I got the scoop on all of her kids. And your dad needs hearing aids, but he keeps arguing with me about it. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, if he can even hear you."

"Okay," he replied, realizing the room had started spinning when he leaned back against the couch.

"Bradley, are you drunk?"

How could she possibly tell? His own wife-to-be couldn't seem to see what was going on, but Carole could tell by his voice from almost three thousand miles away. "I'm... fine, mom. I need to take Tramp for a walk. I love you and dad. Bye."

Then he ended the call, because he could feel tears in his eyes. And when you got home at nine, he was already asleep.

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You needed to go to happy hour with your boss and coworkers on Friday, but you really didn't want to. You'd been pulling twelve hour days, and you were so exhausted, you just wanted to climb into bed with Bradley and sleep until you left for Maryland on a Saturday night red eye flight. You also really needed to tell him that he had to lay off the wedding planning until you finished this work project. It was just a few months of all these extra hours, and you desperately wanted to be promoted.

Your plan was to stop home quickly and change out of your uniform before heading back out with everyone to celebrate that fact that you were going to present your research at the Naval Academy. When you pulled into the driveway in your shitty, little red car, the Bronco was already there. But when you looked around the house for Bradley, you didn't immediately see him. But then you heard his voice through the open sliding glass door. He was sitting on the back patio in just his gym shorts with his back to the door and a half empty bottle of scotch set on his knee.

His voice sounded miserable as he said, "I tried, mom. She just... doesn't seem to want to. I don't know what I did wrong."

You froze in place. He had to be talking about you. Embarrassment and sadness filled you as you listened to what he said next.

"I really wanted to get married this year."

You ran down the hallway to the bedroom as you fought off your tears. You had to get changed and go right now while you still could. In another week, you'd have a little more time to talk to him about the fact that you couldn't plan a wedding and get married in the next three months with your current schedule.

You left the house again without talking to him, but he was still sitting on the patio on the phone. And when he dropped you off at the airport the following evening, he didn't seem to want to let you go as he whispered, "I love you, Sweetheart," and ran his thumb along your ring.

"I love you too, Roo. I'll be home in a week, and then we can talk about maybe planning a wedding for next year?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "If that's what you want."

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When you landed in Maryland on Sunday morning, you were still exhausted and looking forward to crashing until your presentation on Monday. But Carole called you when you were at the baggage claim, and you knew you had to answer. A guilty feeling was about to eat you alive as you put on a bubbly voice and said, "Hi!"

"Have you arrived in Annapolis?" she asked straightaway, and you sighed because at least she didn't sound angry with you.

"I did," you told her softly. "Still at the airport."

"Perfect," she replied. "I'll leave now, and I'll be there in less than fours hours, and we can go get lunch."

You were so stunned, you watched your bag go past without realizing you needed to pick it up. "You're going to drive up from Virginia?" you asked her slowly.

"Yes. I'm grabbing my keys right now. Bye, Goose! I'll be back later!" You listened to her call out to her husband, and then a few seconds later, you heard a door close and a car start. She was actually going to drive up here.

"Oh, okay," you muttered, pressing your lips together, embarrassed about where you'd left things with her son. "I'll... see you in a few hours."

You managed to take a short, restless nap while you waited for Carole to arrive. You changed into a simple dress and put on some makeup, but you didn't really feel any better until you met her at a restaurant in the city. She rushed down the sidewalk toward you with a bright smile on her face. "My sweet girl!" she called out, wrapping you up in a hug next to a few tables full of people enjoying their lunch outside. "It's been too long." She kissed your cheek and started to lead you inside.

"Thanks for driving all the way up here," you told her, not bothering to fight the smile tugging your lips. She was absolute sunshine, and it was pointless to try to resist it. "You didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense," she said as the two of you made your way to a booth. "I wanted to see my future daughter-in-law."

You nodded and enjoyed some pleasant conversation. She told you all about Goose's appointment with an audiologist and about Brenda's kids. And after you finished your avocado toast and bowl of soup, she said, "Now, I think we should talk about what's really important."

Her voice wasn't unkind, and she was still smiling softly, but you knew what was coming as you whispered, "Okay."

Carole reached across the table and took your hand gently in hers. "I know you're smart and independent. And I also know that's part of why Bradley loves you so much. You don't need him. He's not offering you anything you can't get on your own or with someone else. You chose him, because you want him." Tears started to fill your eyes, and you had to swallow against the lump in your throat. "And he just wants you to be happy, so he would never tell you to your face that you're hurting him."

You tried to speak, but you just made a pathetic sound and started to sob. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't," she replied softly, squeezing your hand. "I know you're not trying to. But I think you need to tell him once and for all that you don't want to get married this year so he can finally get used to the idea of waiting a bit."

You buried your face in your free hand. Why were you trying to push it off anyway? It's not like you really cared where you got married or what the two of you were wearing. Planning some sort of huge celebration was not something you wanted to spend your time doing. You wanted to be with Bradley exactly as you were right now, just with two more rings and a certificate involved.

When you looked up at Carole, you whispered, "I don't really think I actually want to wait. And I don't want you to hate me either."

"No," she gasped, standing and coming to sit next to your on your side of the booth. She kissed your tear streaked cheek and whispered, "I could never, my sweet darling girl. I think you just need to talk to Bradley, okay? Can you promise me you'll give him a few hours of your full attention? And maybe let him know how much he still means to you?"

"Yes," you croaked, and you let her hold you as you cried.

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The week without you was kind of miserable. Bradley managed to dump the rest of the bottle of scotch at Carole's urging over the phone. And he did notice that she and Goose started calling with a bit more frequency which he didn't really mind. But the best part was that fact that you called him every night before you went to bed.

Every time he answered your calls, his heart thundered in his chest. And as soon as he called you Sweetheart, he could practically hear you smiling through the phone. "I can't wait to pick you up on Friday," he said over and over. If he just felt like he mattered to you again, then he could wait until next year to get married. That was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

But when he met you in baggage claim at San Diego International late on Friday night, he was so surprised, he could barely speak. You ran for him with a garment bag in your arms, but you let it fall to the floor when you reached him. "Roo," you moaned as soon as you were in his grasp. "I missed you so much." You kissed him deeply. "I just got off the phone with your mom again. And I didn't tell you before, but I went to see my friend Caleb a few days ago," you said as you smirked.

"The tattoo artist?" he asked as he kissed your cheek fifteen times. When you nodded he asked, "What's in the garment bag?"

"My wedding dress."

"Holy shit." He scooped it up off the floor and held it tight. "You bought a dress?" he asked, trying to hold you and the garment bag both to his chest at the same time.

"Yes," you told him matter-of-factly as you tugged him toward the exit while you kissed his lips. "How do you feel about getting married in the parking lot in two months?"

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#if you ask emily #is it working for you?#roosterforme #b&bg #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x you

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askcosplaysenpai · 19 days ago

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Nice pic you got for your header image now spill the tea👀

Prepare yourself, this is a full cup.

All of this is relevant.

My earliest memory is from sometime in the late 80's, falling asleep on my dad's lap at my grandparents house while he watched Star Trek: The Next Generation. I used to run around with a headband over my eyes because I wanted to be Geordie LaForge. I have, quite literally, loved Star Trek for as long as I can remember.

My dad was a boy when the original series started airing. He is genuinely one of the most insightful people I've ever known. Put him in a room full of strangers, and watch the ripple of heads turning to listen to what he's saying. He can fix anything. He is honest and fair, but never cruel. He's comfortable being in charge because he believes in doing what's right and trusts his own decisions. And I wanted to be just like him.

My partner's dad was a teen during the TOS era. I don't know if I've ever met anyone more intelligent. Math, philosophy, art, you name it, he knows it all. He can critique with an acumen that cuts like a knife. He is fiercely loyal to those he loves, and cares not for the opinions of others. Fact, not emotion, is the way he approaches problem solving. And she wanted to be just like him.

Fast forward to last summer. It had been a while since I'd delved back into Star Trek, but I was feeling the itch and the things we love are better shared. She and I both have a great appreciation for stagecraft, and pre-digital midcentury acting is really only one step away from theatre. I found non-remastered versions on DVD, and we sat down to watch them.

I'd seen TOS before, but watching it anew with her was a completely different experience. We both fell in love, with the franchise and the characters specifically. We realized how much we related to Kirk and Spock. Soon after, we realized we'd been grandfathered their personalities from our fathers. We decided to take them to our annual trip to Yama-Con in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.

I teach costume design at the Portland Fashion Institute. Accuracy is important to me when it comes to making a cosplay. I did my best to source original patterns and materials, and made what I couldn't find from scratch. My partner has a brilliant hand for makeup and hairstyling. She even cut my hair to match Kirk's.

I've been a guest panelist/cosplayer at Yama-Con every year since it started in 2013. My partner has joined me there as a guest in her own right since 2021. We coordinate our costumes to each other and to the panels we run.

The convention is usually the first week of December, so the con offers photos with Santa. Professional Santa and professional photographer. We have become friends with both the Santa and the photographer. At the convention, we schedule a (santa-less) photoshoot, then use those photos for our guest announcement for our next year of conventions.

The photographer and his partner have season passes to Dollywood, and we all went together after the con last year. He took photos when I proposed to her. A minute an a half later, he took photos when she proposed to me. Neither of us knew the other was proposing. I tell this side story to showcase how in sync we are, as no one who knows us was surprised by this.

So to answer your question: My header image is from our Kirk/Spock photoshoot from last year's Yama-Con, three days before we got engaged. I'm posting that image in full, as well as a few of my favorites from the shoot.

@tumbleofdorks is my partner<3 Here is the photographer

#star trek #star trek the original series #spirk #james t kirk #s'chn t'gai spock

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vivi-snow · 2 years ago

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Consummation of the Marriage

Husband Gojo Satoru x F! reader

Summary: it has only been a few months since you got married to Satoru Gojo, and the family elders are already getting impatient since you’re not pregnant yet

Content: arranged marriage, use of pet names, reader has fem! anatomy, smut, fluff at the end, mentions of pregnancy, breeding,

a/n: ‘yes self, prioritize writing this instead of studying for your seven quizzes tomorrow.’ I was listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat while writing this. also thanks to @disillusionistt for the prompt that turned into a long story. hope you like it!!! (cuz I don't)

wc: 1.7k

This was the first time since your wedding that you would be alone with Gojo Satoru. No servants, no maids, just purely you and him.

This wouldn’t have happened if the elders from both sides of your family were a little more patient.

“Did you consummate your marriage yet?” “Do you feel nauseous?” “How many weeks is it?” They bombarded you both with questions; he just stared at you as if it was your responsibility as his wife to answer them.

“My lord, my lady, we haven’t done our duties yet… Please give us more time,”

The elders scoffed in irritation as they explained how Gojo was made just the night after his parents’ wedding and complained about your incompetence.

“Think about the bloodline dear! it is your duty!” They warned you like he was going to die tomorrow.

“How about we stay on one of our estates for a week? Just me and my wife? Would that suffice?” Gojo proposed.

The elders looked at each other as they weighed the pros and cons of his suggestion.

“Very well. If it takes that long for her to carry your child, then we shall wait patiently for that to happen,” they finally agreed.

And that’s how you got yourself into this situation. You and him, in an estate where the servants’ quarters are quite far from the main house.

You were quiet the whole trip there. Since the wedding, he has never been staying beside you for long hours.

His phone rang in the middle of the ride, to which he answered it.

“Hello? Suguru? Could you substitute me for teaching the first years? Those walking skeletons kept bugging me with their demands again,”

You chuckled at the word ‘walking skeletons’, which he noticed, he turned to you and you looked at him, the awkward silence filled the car until Suguru broke it through the phone.

“Ya still there Satoru?” Suguru asked from the other line.

“Yeah, I was distracted; so, about the substitution, ya’ up for it?”

“Sure! How hard is it to teach a few kids?”

“Okay then! I leave it up to you now, bye!”

Throughout the whole conversation, you were looking out the window, looking at the beautiful view of the mountains and rivers.

“Pretty isn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes, it does.” You respond.

You see a mansion in the distance. You looked into it in awe as the entire view was mesmerizing.

“See that over there?” he pointed at the mansion. “That’s where we’ll be staying, the servant’s quarters are quite far, so be sure you’re settled once nighttime sets, it’s a hassle going back and forth just to call them.

You felt his breath just behind your ear. Turning to him, he was so close to you. You flinched as this was the first time he was ever so close to you.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” He laughed, “How cute,”

“You have white hair!” you shout, “anyone would mistake you for a ghost!”

He placed his hand on his heart and acted as if he had a heart attack.

“Ouch! Baby that hurts!” he proclaimed.

You had forgotten about his dramatic behavior since graduation. It is at this moment that you are reminded that he has never changed.

“We’re here!!!” He yelled in excitement.

He got out of the car and went to your door to open it. He reached out his hand to you.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna get out?” He teased.

You snapped back. “Yeah, sorry,” you took his hand and got out of the car.

You look at the mansion and behold its beauty, then turn your head to see the servants’ quarters from the distance.

“Why are the quarters far away from the main house?” You question.

“This house was used as a honeymoon getaway for newly married couples,” He turned to you and lowered his head just beside your ear. “Don’t wanna traumatize them with noises, do we?” He chuckled.

You breathed deeply as you tried to comprehend the uses of this house.

“My ancestors, my grandparents, my parents, they did it here, and now, it’s our turn! Isn’t this exciting?” He teased.

“To you…” You replied.

After you both spent your time exploring parts of the house and enjoying the view from the balconies, it was nearing sunset, and there were only very few servants left since the others walked to their quarters.

By the time the servants had all left, it was just you and him. When you settled in your shared bedroom, he was in the bathroom probably cleaning himself after the exhausting trip. When you try to take off your clothes, you realize there is a zipper at the back.

Well shit…

When he got out of the bathroom, only clothed in a towel on his lower body, he noticed you weren’t in your bathrobe yet.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna take a bath?” he says.

“Help… Me…” you plead.

“What’s it about this time?”

“Unzip my dress, please”

Gojo went behind you to unzip your dress. He was caught off guard when he saw your bare skin. He felt like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time during that moment.

His fingers lightly traced your skin before he lowered his head to kiss your shoulders.

You gasp at the feeling of his lips on your skin, tracing down to your arms as he showered you with kisses while his arms wrapped around you. He turned you around as he continued kissing your collarbone- even sucking it- until it left hickeys.

“Gojo I-“

“Satoru… Call me Satoru,”

“Satoru,” you moan.

He finally finished unzipping the dress and it fell to the ground, your naked body, with only your panties on, was left for him to see.

You looked down in embarrassment, but he lifted your chin up to look at him, his blue eyes seemed to have a soft glow in the dark room.

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you aggressively. You fell into the bed but he was still kissing you, one hand gripping your arm as the other fondled your breast.

His kisses went down to your nape, you gasped as this new sensation of pure bliss overwhelmed you.

“Fuck baby… didn’t know this side of ya’”

He was sucking on your nipple as his hand drew circles at the other. You pushed his head deeper into your chest as the feeling was so good.

He traced his hand down to your clothed cunt. He pressed your pussy and felt the soaking wet texture.

You moaned loudly as the feeling of his warm hands pressed your clit.

“All I did was kiss and touch you, and you’re already this wet?” He chuckled. “How adorable,”

He pulled your panties down and he spread your legs apart. His fingers lightly drew circles on your clit, making you moan.

He pushed his finger deep inside your tight entrance, looking for your G-spot. You screamed when his finger touched a part inside you that felt sensitive.

“Found it,”

He inserted two fingers this time, stretching your hole as he curled his fingers on your G-spot, earning him loud moans and whimpers from you.

“’toru!!!”

You tried closing your legs but he just spread you open even wider as he continued playing with your pussy.

You tightly gripped the sheets as he continued fingering you.

You feel your orgasm coming as he doesn’t seem to slow down any further.

“Satoru I’m so close!!!”

“Fuuuuck… you take my fingers so well,” he cooed.

He moved his fingers inside you even faster, your moans got louder and louder until you screamed as you reached your limit.

Your juices were leaking all over the bed, and he was happy to lick your pussy clean.

You clench your thighs around his head as he ate you out like a starved man. He let out a groan as he continued lapping your cunt and gripping your thighs, you not being able to stay still made him go faster.

“Satoru! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He spat on your clit and licked it clean. You were probably overstimulated at this point.

He gave you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and he did it using only his tongue and fingers.

He lifted his head and kissed you, making you taste your own juices.

“You taste so good love,” he cooed.

You didn’t have the strength to even reply to him. Your throat was sore from all the loud moans and screams you let out.

He untucked his towel, his exposed cock leaking pre-cum. He laid his dick flat on your stomach for you to see how deep he can reach you, almost reaching your navel.

He rubbed his tip on your clit as it leaked pre-cum on your pussy before slowly inserting it into your entrance. You whined as his dick almost reached your cervix.

“Satoru…”

“Shhh… I’ll go slow… I promise,”

He slowly thrusts inside you, letting you get used to his size. His dick alone already made you so full.

He placed his body on top of you as you dug your nails onto his back.

He started increasing his speed as you got used to his size.

Your moans, along with his have been the only noise heard in the room.

“Shit princess… This pussy’s so tight like it was made f’ me,”

He kissed you as he rammed his dick inside you for quite a while without even taking a break.

You slowly feel his rhythm going unstable.

He’s almost there.

After one last rough thrust, he released his seed inside you- even spilling out of you, to which he gladly shoved it back inside.

“Can’t miss a single drop,”

He grabbed a wet towel to wipe your body before he carried you to the bathroom to give you a warm bath before cuddling him to bed.

The next morning, you were awoken by the smell of fresh flowers and pancakes. You woke up to find him preparing your breakfast in bed.

“Mornin’! Slept well?” he asks.

“Mhmm!”

“Well, I made you breakfast! Hope you like it!” he exclaimed.

He fed you a spoonful of the pancake before he wiped your mouth, handing you some milk after that.

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