#i wanted to write up something short but sweet today

[luvrsluxe]

IN TOO DEEP - JEY USO

Summary: A short while after making things official, Jey learns a little more about his gym girlfriend's past - which leads to a not so pleasant secret being revealed.

Pairing: personal trainer! jey uso x black! fem reader

Word Count: 9.23k (...finale for a reason... also not perfectly proofread!)

Warnings: 18+/NSFW under the cut, fluffy headcanons (i gotta be nice, first), kissing, mentions of marriage & pregnancy, ANGST, backdooring (we hate carmelo), breakup, timeskip of a month, a lot of crying (both), arguments, make-up sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f! receiving), slow n sensual (lovemaking if you squint really hard) multiple positions, cliffhanger (i would say i'm sorry... but I’m not).

Author's Note: pls grab a box of tissues... that's all. i luv them, and i appreciate you guys for being SO receptive of this concept. it's not the end for them, but they'll be gone for a minute after this.

(p.s.: u can always request standalone stories unrelated to this timeline - personal trainer! jey is so special to me and i'll always be happy to write something about him). happy reading luvs.

Inspo:

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

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personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend who's ensuring his girl's always well pampered between workouts. Be it that he's the one providing a deep tissue massage, handing her the black card for a new lululemon set to add to her cart, or simply cuddling with her in the warm suds of an epsom salt bath, he's intentional on making sure she relaxes and can reset properly.

"Did so good today, baby. You're a natural; m'so proud of you."

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that helps you set up your new space in his house, clumsily getting tangled up in fairy lights and lifting every single box into your new room. He can't afford to not spend time with you - and besides, it saves you a long and often lonely commute to his home gym.

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that falls in love with the version of you outside the gym workouts. Having lived together for about three months, he's keen to help you cook in the kitchen, usually chopping up meats or vegetables, and almost always stealing the first bites when doing a taste test. He loves and learns your favourite recipes, taking time out of his schedule to do ingredient runs while you're away in classes. On one particular day, you arrive after a long study session with your friends and immediately, the smell of a warm, homecooked meal floods your senses.

"Thought you'd want something from home. Y'told me your mom taught you this recipe." He says with the softest of grins, almost sheepish - he's hoping it does her recipe justice.

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that is so head over heels... so incredibly head over heels in love with you - that when he finally says those three words, he's all choked up. Someone who'd once been noncomittal, and nonchalant about getting into a serious relationship had seen himself change in a matter of months. 8 months to be exact. And when he hears you repeat those same three words, it feels like he's been dipped into a cool, refreshing stream - a new path carved for the two of you to navigate the sweet love that had been building up in the last little while.

"M'thinking... I might marry her uce, just maybe." He'd said to Jimmy, and his older twin quite literally jumped for joy. "I love her... she loves me. We're growing together, man."

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that puts in work, constantly spoiling you to the point you'll cancel a meeting just to spend a little more time with him at home. After that night in the jacuzzi, he can't ever get his hands off of you. From delicate feather-like touches whilst running errands to raw and primal pleasures consumed in the bedroom; you had the best of both worlds with this man.

"I wanna spend forever witchu, baby girl." He said sleepily after one particularly intense night together. It'd become a routined thing for him to say, reaffirming he was only for you and wanted nothing else that the world had to offer.

"I'd like that. And I want it just as much, Jey."

The two of you were so happy, so in love... so at peace with each other.

For now.

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"I'm hoooooooooooome!" You sang out, slinging your bookbag over your shoulder, the sight of your boyfriend casually lounging in the living room causing your smile to widen only further.

"Yo' cute ass is finally home.... thought I was gonna die without you bein' back." He said, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His hand finds yours, an immediate reflex that had become part of the routined touches shared between the two of you.

You squeeze it, his slightly calloused fingers interlocking with your slimmer ones. It felt like home - safe, sound, and secure.

"How was work, baby?" You quipped, resting your head against his chest. He sighs, a deep rumble vibrating through you. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, chuckling softly as he answers.

"Same old... new patrons, new trainers to coach...and we're opening two locations in Florida and in California. Jimmy and Solo gon' manage them while I'm here witchu, livin' that 'domestic' lifestyle." He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He noticed the coils sticking out of your bun, and reached back gently to undo the hairstyle.

"You so gorgeous, ma." He husks, squeezing your hand again. The rate at which he complimented you wasn't a new thing as of late, but it always caught you off guard.

"You're one to talk, Jey." You chuckled, pulling back to grab a snack from the fridge, but he tugs you right back into his chest. The sudden movement has you squealing, and he hugs you tight, making it impossible to leave his affectionate embrace.

"Boy... whatchu doin'?" Your voice is muffled by his bicep, evidently bigger since he's been working out consistently. "M'hungryyyyyy..."

The soft whine makes him grin, baring his gold grill as he looks down at you. "I know but you gon' sit... I made you something." He whispers, guiding you to the sofa. He jogs back to the fridge, grabbing a couple of side plates and a tray of what appears to be homemade cinnamon buns, topped with sticky sweet frosting.

"Surprise, mamas."

He smirks as your eyes widen - they're freshly made, the frosting coating each pastry intricately. You'd always known he was good with his hands, but there was something so romantic and sweet about him wanting you to relax and indulge in the sweet things he had to offer.

"Are you kidding, baby? These look incredible." You mused softly, watching him put the plates and tray of sweet treats down on the coffee table. "Fuck, you spoil me way too much. Part of me feels like I don't deserve it at all."

"How many times am I going to repeat myself, huh? You changed me f'the better, alright... you and me forever." He murmurs, taking a seat beside you. "You made me a better man, mama. M'gon' be doin' things for you whenever... but m'gon' spoil you all the time too."

The two of you sat hand in hand, and he cuts out a piece, holding it in his hand. You lean in, taking a bite as he watches. There’s a certain twinkle of mischief in them; partially because he knows he’s mastered the art of making your favourite desserts… and the other part being that he’s aware he owns another treat you’ve grown accustomed to getting multiple times a week.

“Makin’ babymaking facial expressions while eating dessert, hm?” He jokes, taking a bite of the cinnamon roll in turn. “Baby making… man, if you don’t stop playin’!” You giggled softly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Not that I’d be opposed to being a mama in the future, once I’m working and married.” You added, snatching the snack from his hand and finishing it off.

"You'd make such a good mom, sweetheart." He whispers, grabbing a second cinnamon roll. He notices a little frosting on your bottom lip, and he carefully brushes it off with his thumb. "Any man would be lucky to have you take care of his kids...and damn, if we stay growin' together... m'puttin' a ring on that finger and we're makin' a football team." He teases, taking a bite of the treat as you burst into a fit of giggles.

"Is this your way of saying you have wedding and baby fever, Jey?" You quip, laying your head on his chest. He tears off another piece of the dessert, handing it to you as you listen to his heartbeat. He gives you a knowing look, chuckling softly as the two of you finish off the rest of the pastries in a comfortable silence.

"Maybe I do... Maybe m'seein' we got a forever thing going on, ma." He finally replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. It's a soft, sincere little peck - one that leaves you giddy and wanting more in the moment.

The tender moment stops however, when he gets a phone call.

"Ay, I'll be there. I gotchu, I'll be there, uce."

The call is short, but you wouldn't miss that voice anywhere. Jimmy was the one who'd called him. When he disconnects the call, Jey stands up, squeezing your hand once more.

"Training Team Debrief tonight... y'wanna come with me?" He says, pulling you to your feet.

"Is everyone going to be there?" You quip back, arms crossed against your chest. IT didn't necessarily matter that the team was there, but Jey's brow furrowed at the question.

"Does that matter? We've been public for some time now, mamas. Nothin' bad s'gon happen to you if you go and socialize."

You nod your head, playing off your nervousness. He notices, stepping forward to wrap you in a warm hug.

"Carmelo's going to be there. I'd suggest steerin' clear of him, hm?" He advises, pulling away to grab his gym bag, leaving you in the living room with a head full of neverending thoughts.

More specifically, a ridiculously large pit of dread.

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Upon arrival at the gym, Jey's quick to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing softly as he led you inside. The usual bustle of trainers, machines, and eager patrons created the perfect harmony of a busy gym night. When you both scan your cards in, you're greeted by a very smug expression, worn on the face of one of the newer hires - Leila.

"Took y'all long enough; you've been gone for nearly three months." She scoffs, giving you a look so vile, you nearly thwack her in her jaw.

"If you cared so much about my whereabouts, you would've called me." You snap back, pushing past her angrily. Jey shoots her a glance, and she can't help but bat her eyelashes in return.

"Spent all those months fucking her... and you don't even know the truth about her, Jey." She purrs, causing Jey to freeze up. The fact that you weren't there to defend yourself in the moment worsened the blow, but a part of him wanted to hear what Leila had to say. She was a silent observer, after all.

"Why do you think your little girlfriend hates me, huh? Think about it, Jey. I'm Melo's best friend... I knew her before you knew her." She began, and Jey shrugs, clearly unbothered.

"What's Carmelo gotta do with y'all bein' friends?" He says, the slight clench in his jaw causing Leila to caution her tone. "What, did he do somethin'?"

"We can't talk about this out here. Just... come this way." She whispers, leading him to the usual offices he worked in at the gym. Upon entry, she shuts the door and sits across from him, tapping her pink nails on the table.

"I swear if this is a waste of my time, Lei...." Jey mutters, but she silences him immediately.

"Oh believe me, it isn't a waste. She's wasting your time by not being honest with you." She retorts, pursing her lips as he taps his foot impatiently. She whips out her phone, airdropping him a voice message that had been left behind by you.

It was from a few months ago... about 11 months, to be precise. Two months before you'd signed up for his training sessions.

"Press play, Jey." Leila chuckles smugly, leaning back in her chair.

He does.

"I'm so over this shit, baby. So over it. Y'keep askin' about the damn gym, askin' about who I'm with. Whole time, I been yours. Provided you solace, comfort, compassion - fucked your doubts outta yo' damn head."

The voice belonged to Carmelo Hayes.

Jey tensed, saying a silent prayer that it wasn't you on the other end of the phone. The way he addressed you - rash, unbothered, and somehow over you.

"Melo... how long are you going to keep getting mad at me? I can't worry about my boyfriend and how fucking suspicious you've been. You were supposed to be my confidant, but you run amuck talking shit and fuckin' someone else."

Your voice on the call was shaky, as if you'd been crying. The tremor made Jey's heart sink, and he clutched onto the phone a little tighter.

"You said you wouldn't let go of me, Carmelo. You....lied. Gosh, you're so..." Your voice breaks, and as Jey listens to Carmelo berate your reasonable doubts, he can't help but be puzzled at Leila.

"She ain't cheating, uce. He treated her badly." Jey says quietly, sniffling briskly to calm himself down.

"No... this is contextual, dumbass. Go to the next one." Leila chuckles, a hand over her mouth as Jey clicks the next one. The date on it... was one week after Jey had started training you. As in, one week after the steamy moment in the sauna. The beginning of the hiatus, before the two of you had made up in the Escalade.

"Thought we were working on us, babe. I get it, you needed a distraction in that damn trainer... but he doesn't put it down like Melo does, you know that."

"Believe me, I... it's temporary. Jey's great, like really fucking great... but.... we both know where home is."

The former tremor in your voice is gone - laced with venom instead. The audible smirk on your lips causes Jey to curse under his breath, scoffing bitterly.

Leila leans forward, noticing the somber expression on Jey's face. At this rate, he's fighting not to get emotional. At the time, it was noncommittal - he was noncommittal. He wasn't ready for a relationship, but you'd changed him.

"We made up after all this, Leila. Sure, it stings a little bit but..." He began, only for her to cut him off.

"She never confirmed or told you that she currently works with him, spends days with him on campus, and that they're partners on a major project right now, huh? She leaves early in the mornings because he picks her up, spoils her, and brings her home to your doorstep. He's still important to her, and if you actually considered the clear hints... you wouldn't have gone too far. His hand was around her waist when she came back to the gym, Jey." She adds, and Jey's fists clench involuntarily.

"M'gon' need you t'leave, Leila. Please."

His chest hurt, hearing the truth. It made him question the whole purpose of the workout sessions - was he the other man? Did Carmelo even know how deep things were for you both? Not to mention, he helped you move into his gigantic penthouse, gave you a beautiful room tailored to your preference, and his puppies had grown fond of their new mama.

What's more, is he talked about wanting to marry you earlier. To raise a family together - it gutted him that only a month ago, he'd told Jimmy he was planning to pop the question soon.

Leila smirks softly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "She ain't for you, and until you realize this whole charade was a ruse to break your noncommittal mold and use you to her advantage, you're a lost cause."

When the door shuts, Jey fists his pocket - his soft hand enclosed around the soft velvety box. The very box that held that very ring - the very ring he wanted to propose to you with.

He takes it out, opening the small box in a swift motion. The clear cut diamond, the pretty silver band; fit for a princess.

The perfect fit for you. But clearly, it meant nothing now.

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An hour later, you've finished your workout and are all washed up. Your skin shimmered, as it always did but was concealed under sweatpants and a compression shirt that highlighted your midriff, the soft glint of your bellybutton piercing catching Jey's eye. He steps out, somewhat angry - the expression on his face was unreadable.

Your heart sinks, unaware of what had transpired while you worked out.

"Are you okay, baby?" You whisper, slipping your smaller hand into his. He nods, but his frame remains rigid, stoic, frozen.

"M'fine. Rough night s'all... let's go home." He says, the quieter baritone in his voice slightly unfamiliar. Just as you grab the door, Carmelo steps out of the office, grinning smugly.

"S'bout time he knew the truth about us." He grins, and tears spring to your eyes. He paces forward, only for Jey to step between you and Carmelo, your former ex.

“Yo’ ass ain’t serious, uce. Runnin’ them gums gon’ get you in trouble.” Jey grits out, shoving him forcefully before stepping out of the gym, not looking back at you. Your eyes sting, tears brimming as you take one pitiful glance at Melo, who's holding onto his shoulder.

If looks could kill - you would've vanished into thin air. The pure distaste with which Melo sneered rendered your knees to feel like heavy cinder blocks. Your chest heaved, shaky breaths being taken to calm your quiet sobs. Jey hadn't gone too far, and he when he turned to see where you stood, it was as if the happier halo that he often saw around you had been extinguished.

It hurt like a scar, sustained from emotional turmoil. He still loved you, he could never not. But until he could come to terms, he had to figure out how to give the two of you some space.

Rather than loiter much longer, Jey comes back into the gym, socking Melo in the jaw hard enough that the man falls back onto the ground. He wanted to throw another punch - perhaps engage in a fistfight, but it wasn't worth it.

"Yo' ass is banned from my gyms, and you can go ahead and let Leila know she's fired. If I catch y'all again on my property... or in my gyms in Cali or Florida... ay, man. Tread lightly."

He turns to you, his dark brown eyes appearing sad and downturned. "C'mon mama, s'been a long night."

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The drive home was quiet, save for the soft sobs you tried so hard to muffle in your jacket. Upon arrival, Jey let you go in first while he stopped by to check on his three pitbulls, who were sound asleep. He wrapped his fist around the soft velvet box in his pocket, sighing as he silently decided his proposal was going to be put on hold.

He'd booked tickets to Florida and California to show you the new gyms and get his brothers to meet you, eventually ending the one month trip with a family dinner and him getting down on one knee.

That plan however, was now scrapped. He'd been trying so hard not to break down, but when he opened the safe where he'd kept the ring out of sight, tears stained his cheeks. Part of him wondered if he fucked up, if he wasn't clear about how he felt, or if he needed to do more to convince you that he loved you beyond understanding.

His sobs are quiet, but they're interruped when he hears a soft patter of paws across the floor. There was something special about his dogs, as they were his usual companions before you came along. He turns, meeting three pairs of equally sad, downturned eyes in his pups, and they waste no time in comforting him.

"Mumble, Jax, and Pongo...." He says softly, petting each of their heads as they surrounded him. He stays with them for a while, appreciating the affectionate time spent with his dogs before he has to send them back to bed. He too, needed to sleep on the huge reveal - and consider what steps to take next.

Once the three pitbulls are back in their dog pen, Jey makes a beeline for his room, noticing you'd shut your door. This was new to him, as the two of you often reminisced about the day and chatted for hours on end before going to sleep. He was hoping tonight would've been a special night; a step closer to the 'forever' that he'd dreamed of with you.

You sat quietly in your room, knees huddled to your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. You had no clue what had transpired, but you knew that the secret was out. What you didn't know was that only part of the story had been shown - through Leila. Leila had not mentioned that after the night in the Escalade, you'd cut things off with Carmelo, besides the work partners part. That was beyond your control.

The carpooling was convenient, but it only lasted a month - and that was because Carmelo had stopped being serious about the project altogether, causing you to do all of the heavy lifting. Every time you came back to Jey's house out of breath, it was from taking one bus, to a train, and a short walk to his part of Atlanta. You could drive, but you didn't have a car.

Leila never mentioned to Jey that she was also a good friend to you, before the entire Carmelo situationship happened. She never spoke on how well the two of you got on, as if you were sisters. It was clear she set out to ruin your reputation, misrepresent the entire nature of the relationship, and drive a wedge between you and your boyfriend.

Jey leaned against your door, listening to the soft hiccups of your sobs. He wanted to talk to you, hold onto you, reassure you that this was just a bump in the road. But again, you didn't deny any of the voice messages he had heard.

"I was right when I said I didn't deserve him." He hears you mumble faintly, and his heart sinks. He darts away from the door, slamming the door to his room. His hands tug through his mullet, and he slumps, sitting on the carpeted floor in disbelief.

"How could I be so fuckin' blind, huh?" He mutters, staying there for a few moments, letting the messages replay in his mind. "She knows where home is, huh? Funny, 'cause I know where my home is too."

He gets up, grabbing his travel bag and suitcase, sending his brothers a series of messages. He needed a break.

A break from Atlanta, a break from work, and a break from...

You.

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The night was lonesome, and when the sun finally rose, you rolled over to see a big pair of round eyes peeking at you from the duvet.

Pongo.

"What's goin' on, bub?" You murmur sleepily, only for Pongo to bark softly. That's when you hear the slight jangle of keys, meaning Jey was downstairs already. Usually, if you two weren't sleeping in the same bed, he'd bring you a coffee to your room, kiss you until you were a blushing mess, and sometimes, if he knew you weren't going to work early, he'd settle between your thighs and make up for lost time.

This was different.

You pulled on one of his YEET hoodies, a pair of shorts and slippers as you rushed down to see him. It gutted you to see how good he looked.

He'd grown fond of wearing different hats as of late, opting for a black knit beanie atop his curly, brownish mullet. The entire outfit was the usual black Nike cargo pants and a compression hoodie. No hint of a grin was on his lips as he tied his Panda dunks.

"J-Jey."

He flinches.

"Mornin."

No petname, no quick squeeze, nothing but that two syllable greeting.

"Yo-You're all packed up...?" You quipped softly, noticing the packed luggage. He nods, standing up to face you.

"M'gon' be gone for a month, mama. I... learned a lot of shit yesterday - shit I wished you told me. Not Leila, not Carmelo. You." He began, and his voice betrayed the tough facade he was trying to maintain.

"You're leaving...because of some bullshit that happened MONTHS ago? When you were noncommittal, when we hadn't made up. C'mon now, Jey." You plead, hanging your head as you look down at your slippers.

"I would've wanted to be told he was driving you to work, to campus...I would've appreciated if you had let me know the history was beyond flirty DMs on Instagram when you ditched the gym. You told him you loved him, ain't you? Y'let him see parts of you that I've seen... that I've taken care of. You tore your walls down for him and built them up when it wasn't fuckin' convenient for you, huh?"

As he spoke, he tilts your chin upwards, and the tears fall. A neverending stream of sorrow, splattered onto your cheeks. His thumb is an instant reflex, brushing them away delicately.

"Can we just talk about this, please?" You mumble, the soft request echoed by Pongo's quiet pants as the pup sat at your feet. "Things happened, yes. But... gosh, baby. I mean it when I say that I only want you."

Jey felt his heart nearly seize, and he knew if he stayed any longer, he'd fall back into old habits, rather than give the two of you some space to grow apart and decompress.

"We'll talk when m'back. M'not gon' kick you out of here, though. My mama ain't raised me to be disrespectful. You can stay, and the pups will be here to keep you company. M'gon' be gone awhile." He mutters, brushing one more tear away from your cheek. "Right now, I can't be with you. So m'takin' a step back for myself, and do the right thing for us both."

You nod, and he continues.

"This whole thing," he resumes, straightening out his shoulders. "this shit is done."

Tears stream down his cheeks and you instinctively cup his cheek, brushing them away softly. He wanted to give into the tenderness, the familiar feeling of your hand on his cheek, but he pulls back, wiping the rest away with the back of his sleeve.

The one thing he does, which makes the split sting a little more is take your hand once more.

"I wanna... nah, I need to remember this feeling before I go." He says quietly, and you squeeze his hand. He returns it once more, pulling away to grab his things and head for the Uber waiting for him.

"Jey."

"I'll be safe. Y'ain't gotta worry 'bout me anymore, alright. M'cool."

When the door shuts, your heart practically shatters. Pongo whines as you sob again, the throbbing headache comprised of the night's prior instances and now, a breakup.

No more boxing lessons, no more giggles before bed, no more sweet treats - just the bitter sting of a split.

Jey was gone - and given his known impulsiveness, you knew he would be petty while in Florida and California. He'd be back in his hoochie shorts soon enough, and the bond you two had built together would be meaningless in due course.

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3 WEEKS LATER

"Aye man, explain this to me again. She was with Carmelo, at a time you two weren't even labeled as an item?"

Jey's jaw tensed as he sat alongside his brother, Solo, at an In-N-Out burger spot in San Francisco, a short drive away from their childhood home. He nods, gnawing on a fry as his younger brother chuckles.

"Yo' ass crashed out over the fact she ain't tell you that? I get that jealousy can fuck up your understanding but -"

"Uce, she been hangin' with 'ole boy on her campus. They fucked two nights before she came back to the gym, and she told me nothing disclosed was a lie." Jey said bitterly, and Solo nods.

"You still love her, don't you? You can’t bring yourself to admit it right now, but you love her… right?"

Jey tensed, a soft smile on his lips when he remembered you. He wondered what you'd been up to, but couldn't bring himself to admit it.

"I do. I don't be checkin' on her though - the space is needed, uce."

Solo smirks at that, crossing his arms. He could see right through his brother’s rebuttal. "Even if it is, yo' ass gon' crack first... she been active on Instagram with Pongo, Jax, and Mumble." He then hands Jey his phone, and sure enough, you've posted a selfie with each of the puppies, captioning it as "mama on duty."

He didn't drop the phone right away, noticing that in the two weeks he'd been away, the gym had been seeing you. There was a renewed confidence on your face, the very same one he'd encountered nine months ago. The usual coils you'd worn in a bun were blown out in a silk press, and you sported one of the lululemon sets he'd bought you a few weeks prior to the split.

"She's beautiful, man. And the pups love her, uce. There's somethin' special about her - I didn't even wanna leave when she'd pleaded for me to stay." He confessed, sniffling quietly before handing Solo his phone.

"I get it. And I think y'gotta hear her out, sooner or later. She obviously has some things she didn't get to explain. She heard you out on your past; it's time you let her do the same, uce."

Jey nods, finishing up his fries as Solo spoke. His younger brother wasn't entirely wrong - the two of you hadn't spoken before he left. When they're done with their meal, they head to the gym.

Meanwhile, you were busy at home, drafting a report for the project that Carmelo had ultimately left in your hands after you cut him off. The last three weeks had been decent, having been productive in your various ventures and spending time with the puppies. Pongo had been running back and forth between your various projects, bringing Mumble and Jax with him whenever food was being prepared. Despite their company, you still felt empty.

You missed him.

The no contact period was nearly completed, meaning he would be in Florida soon and then back to Atlanta. Back to the house, the pups, and the gym.

Back to you.... you weren't so sure.

As you put together the final revision of your project, your phone lights up.

uceyjucey added to their story

"...Oh." You whispered, clicking the notification after a brief moment. The photo was of him, Solo, and Jimmy at the gym location in San Francisco.

You sigh quietly, placing the phone down - only for it to buzz again.

uceyjucey sent a message

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"I think yo' ass is a little worried she got somethin' with Melo, uce." Jimmy said, as Solo spotted Jey's bench press workout. Jey bared his teeth, lifting the weights effortlessly as Solo stood at his head, arms outstretched in case Jey needed assistance.

"I definitely was; still tryna wrap my head around it all. I'm less mad at her - Carmelo though... he gon' get this work." Jey scoffed in response, finishing his final set as he wiped his brow. His twin nodded, arms crossed.

"You texted her, ain't you?" He chuckled, and Jey nodded. "Knew yo' ass couldn't maintain the no contact."

"I asked about the puppies and if she needed a card top up, uce. Nothing about me coming back." He muttered, and his brothers scowled angrily.

"...You're impossible, Jey. Pick up that weight again, man. Two more sets."

By the time Jey was done, he felt exhausted. The sweat on his skin formed a thin sheen, and he was exhaling loudly. "Damn, man." He mutters under his breath, grabbing a towel to wipe his face.

Upon checking his phone, he'd received a number of notifications, some of them from his various social medias, and one particular text message from a certain Creative Director.

Sure, the Florida trip was meant for him to see the gym and reconnect with his family and friends. But it was also the location of the WWE Performance Center. Jey had taken time off to manage his businesses, and there were only three months left until he'd return to the ring. The meeting with Hunter was to set out a timeline, determine his schedules, and given his popularity - allow him to carve out a new return unlike anything he'd done before.

"She don't know about yo' plans with WWE, uce?" Jimmy mutters, snapping Jey out of his trance. "She ain't know you were wrestlin'?"

"Nah she knows, uce. I told her awhile back, and it's on the website too." Jey retorts, exhaling angrily as he clicks his phone off.

"Listen.... this meeting ain't set for another month. I'll dish off this damn report right now. The gym's great, thanks to me and Trinity takin' care of things, uce. The staff is performing at a peak standard, and Zilla takes care of things when I'm on SmackDown."

As Jimmy elaborates on the gym operations, Solo places a hand on Jey's shoulder. "Flight takes off first thing tomorrow morning. Go and get your girl back, uce. Seriously."

"Alright. It's settled."

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4AM, ATLANTA

You were snuggled up in your room, Pongo at the edge of your bed as you flicked through old photos of you and Jey on your phone. The soft bass of Rihanna's voice echoed out of your speaker, filling up the empty void to a reasonable extent. Just as you adjust in your bed, Pongo barks, darting to the door.

"Wait... Pongo, hold on." You hissed, sliding off of your bed and running out to see what had alerted the eager pitbull. Once in the hallway, your breath hitches.

Pongo was curled up near his feet, and Jey had crouched to pet him. "Hey Pongo... s'been so long, hasn't it, huh?" He coos, and the pup barks eagerly in return. You noticed his leg tattoos appeared touched up - sharper than the last time you'd seen them.

When he stands up, his eyes soften at the sight of you. You were in plaid pajama pants, and one of his shirts that you'd cropped out of boredom, as well as your fuzzy socks. It took you a moment to scan him over, noting the black hoochie shorts he'd worn, along with his usual Air Force One sneakers and one of his cropped muscle tanks under an unzipped hoodie. The look - a callback to the first night you two met.

"You're home early." You finally said, leaning against the wall. You wanted to be nonchalant, but you loved him way too much to pretend that you weren't excited he'd returned a week earlier than he said. "How was the trip, Jey?"

"Fine. Stayed in Cali with my brothers, ma." He husks softly, stepping closer to you. "You and the boys held up well, right?" He quips, clenching and unclenching his jaw as you averted your gaze.

"They enjoyed their time with their mama, I'll say that much." You whispered, stepping back from him.

"Y'ain't answered my message."

"There was nothing to say. You checked on the dogs, Jey. Obviously we were in a no contact period, so why would I engage with you? You said it yourself, we're done." You say harshly, making a beeline for your room. "Leftovers are in the fridge, alright. M'goin' to sleep."

Jey let you get a head start, following you after a few minutes. He stops at your doorway, only to walk to his room and drop off his bags. He takes a couple breaths, reminding himself of the advice his brothers relayed to him.

Let her speak. Let her clear her air. And if all else fails, they'd figure out where to go from there.

He changes briefly, replacing the shorts with his usual black sweatpants, the glint of his cuban resting on his bare chest. When he's done freshening up, he takes one more breath, shutting his eyes and remembering the one thing that grounded him.

The memory of squeezing your hand before he left, and you returning the gesture was engrained and on replay. You were his person - you had made him a better man. It was now up to him to actually be that better man, and give you an opportunity to clear the air once and for all.

He walks quietly to your door, knocking gently. From the inside, you sit up, eventually giving him a chance to speak to you.

"Door's unlocked, baby."

Jey's chest caves at the familiar term of endearment, echoed sleepily as he walks in. The soft glow of the LED lights form a halo around you, something like that of an angel.

"You wanna talk?"

You turn to look at him, noting how the light hits right on his cuban, the gleam of his tanned skin, and his gold grill as he asks the question you've waited to hear for nearly a month.

"Let's talk."

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When he sits across from you on the bed, you can't help but smile. It feels like old times being renewed, and he beckons you into his arms.

"C'mere, baby." He pleads, yearning to feel your head on his bare chest. You scoff slgihtly, shaking your head.

"Lemme just... get this shit off of my chest. Alright?" You began, shuffling to shit beside him instead of across from him. "I completely get why you felt the way you did, okay? Especially after the fact you reassured me, explained your noncomittal track record to me, and confessed that... you wanted a future with me. But I was scared, Jey. Scared to get shut out, disparaged, and berated to the point of not wanting to try again. And as for that bitch, Leila... she was a good friend to me. Like a sister. Y'know how you are with some of the guys, like Bron or Damian... homies."

He listens intently, wincing at the sound of Leila's name. The one responsible for driving the two of you apart in the first place.

"Yes, the messages were me. It was how I felt in the moment with Carmelo. After all, he was my first relationship after my shitty ex. I joined the boxing thing to get back at him - not the first ex, no. But Carmelo... we were in a rocky on and off situation the first time I cut him off." You whisper, taking a deep breath to calm the boiling agitation in your chest.

"I should've said something, Jey. I... after the day in the sauna, I left because I still loved Melo at the time. I did."

Jey shifts, stroking your forearm as you continued to explain things to him. He never fell in love when he was casual and noncomittal. He wouldn't have understood the gravity of your scenario if you'd told him so soon. But you taught him how to love; how to give himself to you in a way so intimate that it sometimes left him puzzled in a way he could accept.

"I hear you, mama. M'still listening."

You move your arm from his grasp, taking his hand in yours instead. His breath gets caught up at the gesture, and you squeeze immediately.

He squeezes back, reaching up to brush a stray tear from the bridge of your nose as you resume speaking. "I feel like such a fucking idiot, Jey - two days... before the night in the parking lot, Melo and I got together....we fucked. It wasn't good, given he was there for a quickie. He'd said he had something with WWE going on, and wouldn't be able to stay long." You mumble, and Jey's thumb rubs soft circles on your hand as you carry on.

"Leila sent me a message the night after the Escalade; after I said I was yours. All I gotta say about what was sent, was that Carmelo wasn't shit. He got with her, is currently dating her and had been cheating on me with her the whole time." You added, and Jey shakes his head in disbelief.

"So yo mean to tell me.... Leila's his girlfriend with the child?" He quips, and you nod.

"After the Escalade night, I knew I didn't want a relationship with anyone that wasn't you. Sure, you rendered me unable to walk for a good week or two, but besides that... there was passion, a serious attention you exuded that I couldn't get enough of. You cared about me... and still do now. I got to workout here, have sleepovers, bond with your puppies.... and then... the night at the club, when Melo tried to make you jealous and... fuckin' hell, Jey... I'm just so sorry I didn't say anything sooner."

Jey doesn't say anything as he mulls over everything, and you rest your head on his shoulder. You're drained from the stress caused in such a short period of time, wanting nothing more to turn back time to when Jey had taped your hands for the first time, and taught you how to punch, jab, and uppercut in record time.

"I want you to know that if you're completely done with me... I understand. I get it." You added, and he tsks, muttering a "hell nah" under his breath.

"I told you that I loved you, mama. That still stands. Regardless of what fuckin' happened."

Your heartbeat quickens, and you finally look up at him, meeting the big brown eyes you've grown so fond of. They're more dilated under the soft fairy lights in your bedroom, twinkling slightly as if he's torn between smiling and crying.

"My brothers gave me clarity, and updates on you every now and then. I wanted you to have your space, rather than bombard you with questions and make you feel bad. The way Leila painted only half the picture broke my heart, mama. It did. And shit, maybe it's because I love hard. I don't play about my family, and I don't play about my woman either."

He struggles to keep speaking, letting the tears fall onto his cheeks. "I can't afford to let you go; you're a part of me I cannot lose. And I mean it when I say that I'm sorry I wasn't patient enough that night to hear you out."

You nod at his words, squeezing his hand. He returns it, and you brush his tears away. Seeing him so vulnerable and open tugged at your heartstrings in a way different from the usual conversations.

"We're good, I promise." He mumbles, and you look up at him, the weight in the air lifted almost instantly.

"Yeah, we are." You whispered, pulling him into a hug. A full body hug - the kind where heartbeats seem to blend into one perfect melody, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His signature scent of vanilla, coconut, and amber feel like home.

When he pulls back, he presses his lips to yours briefly. It's careful, tentative, and in a way, Jey's unsure if he should have proceeded with it. He stands corrected however, when you return the favour tenfold, kissing him back in a way unfamiliar to him. It's not meant to be quick or frantic. He pulls you into his lap, his soft hands gripping onto your clothed thighs, helping you roll your hips slowly as his tongue gently parts your lips with every kiss exchanged between the two of you.

The quiet yet unmistakable plea from your lips is like music to his ears, and he groans softly when you find a slow pace that teeters along the lines of teasing. His hands continue to guide your hips, eventually sculpting every bit of your torso, noting mentally how every inch of your body felt under his hands. When he reaches the cropped shirt you're wearing, he lifts it off gently, pulling away from the kiss for a moment to admire your body.

"You're breathtaking, baby girl. So damn beautiful."

You could cry, growing shy as he squeezes your supple breasts through your sports bra, wasting no time in taking it off. "M'never goin' to get over how perfect you are, y'know that right? He mumbles, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your sternum as you tremble in his lap.

"Mm..." The incoherent whine drives Jey to carry on with his praises, as he presses another wet kiss to the swell of one of your breasts. He then takes it into his mouth, looking up at you dangerously, the other hand occupied with kneading your other breast deliberately.

"Jey, baby...please." You whisper, barely audible as he sucks on your skin, the sound echoing in your ears. On a particularly sharp suck, your back arches inwards, and your manicured nails find his nape, tugging at the curls as he pulls off, baring his bottom grill.

"Y'just so fuckin' sweet, mamas." He husks, dragging his tongue sensually across your chest. When his lips find your other breast, you squeal softly, grinding against his hips at the slow, dragged out pace.

All you want with him in that moment is to feel.

"Fuck, Jey."

He smirks, dragging his fanged grill teasingly across your skin before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue finds yours, and he kisses you deep, wanting to blot out every doubt either of you had about the very relationship you had built over the past few months.

The gentle rut of your hips has him tightening his grip on your hips, and he bucks up; the exact same way he did on the hip thrust bench when the two of you had first met.

"Modified version, huh?" You giggled, alluding to that first time together. He smirks back, increasing his pace.

"You actin' like I forgot about this." He teases, bucking a few more times into you before he lays you on your back and kisses the pretty silver pierced jewel on your bellybutton.

"Could never forget about this... could never ever let you go, sweetheart." He purrs softly.

He's gentle, taking the time to untie your pajama pants, slinking them down your thick thighs. His mouth waters at the sight of you sprawled out, and all he wants to lavish on you until dawn.

"You're staring, baby." You say softly, disrupting his thoughts. He grins, settling on his knees and presses a kiss to the center of your black lace panties, eliciting a needy moan from your lips.

"I'll stare at you all day, ma. How could I not?" He hums, stretching your panties until they're tight against your clit. You buck immediately, the friction caused by the lace sending you into overdrive as he watches you intently. "You just... don't see what you do to me." He whispers, licking his thick tongue against your partially covered pussy.

"F-fuck-" You wail out, tossing your head back when he laps your folds slowly, stopping to tug your panties off. He pockets the lace with a smug grin before placing his palms on your inner thighs. He places his thumb on your clit, causing you to whimper his name delicately.

"You ready f'me?" He asks, tugging your lower body a little closer to him.

He knows you're ready. He could read your body language like an encyclopedia, able to see what made you quiver, squirm, and shudder in pleasure. Regardless, he wants to make you aware that all he needs is you, in this present moment.

"Always."

When his mouth returns to you throbbing clit, it's at a slow pace. Like he's trying to devour you at a pace - he doesn't want you to forget a damn thing.

Your jaw slackens, and your hips buck up once, twice, three times before he pins your thighs down. "Just feel it mama. Just let me take care of you, the way you deserve."

The slight scrape of his beard, the brush of his soft nose against your pussy, and his ravenous mouth combined for a messy sensory overload, and all you can do is beg for him not to stop. He complies, suckling your clit until your eyes rolled back, much to his delight. When he feels you push his head a little more, he tosses each of your legs onto his shoulders, but it isn't enough.

You want more.

"So sweet, pretty girl. Just so fucking sweet f'me." He chuckles, spreading your folds apart as he dips his tongue into you, and your thighs trap his head. He groans at the change in position, the vibrations pulsing against your pussy and causing arousal to pool in your lower belly.

"So damn deep, baby. Fuck me, just like that." You garbled out, each word dragged out due to his neverending ministrations. Your nails tug a little harder when you feel that familiar coil of pleasure snap, and he notices almost instantly. He lifts his head up, meeting your eyes as he rubs your soft mound with his index and middle fingers.

“Gon��� head mama - you earned this.” He urges, trapping your clit between his thick fingers, sucking your folds once more as you shook uncontrollably. “That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me. “

His low timbre voice has you feral, and cling onto the sheets for dear life as he drinks every last drop you have to offer. At a point, it’s too overwhelming, but it feels too good for you to want him to stop. “P-please…Jey.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You look so beautiful like this, baby.” He whispers, leaning up to look at you. His lips, beard, and chest gleam with remnants of your sweet mess. “Tell me whatchu need right now, aight?”

You struggle to form a sentence, simply pulling him on top of you. His Cuban dangles, and you tug on it to bring him closer to you. “Y-You. Just you.”

In a swift action, he sheds his sweatpants and boxers, his thick length smacking the ridges of his lower abs. He pumps himself twice, given he’d already grown so aroused from eating you out. His tip glistens with precum, evidently eager to be sheathed between your legs.

He taps your pussy with his tip, causing you to jolt up onto your elbows, and he uses one hand to grip your hip, guiding both of your legs to wrap around his hips as he pushes in. He’s so big, and it’s reflected in how you squeeze him in, causing him to growl under his breath.

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Just take it, one inch at a time, ma. Wanna fill you in every sense of the word.” He grunts, and you pull him into a lazy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he completely bottoms out. His other hand finds its way around your neck, not to choke you out, but just to keep you in place. When he thrusts the first time, it feels better than the last time the two of you were intimate.

“It’s so…good, daddy. So fuckin’ deep in me.” You whispered against his lips, and he giggles softly, which in turn gives you butterflies. As he finds his pace, the sound of skin against skin drowns out every doubt you ever had about the future with him. If anything, it ascertains that you were both made for each other.

“Such a pretty pussy, ma. She knows where home is… and damn, I do too.” He admits, pressing kisses down your neck and holding onto you tight as you welcome him deeper into you. His tip finds your cervix in due course, and your wanton moans only drive him to keep going. “Mm, there you go baby, just hang onto me. Hold out f’me.”

You can’t help but clench around him like a sweet vice, and he curses under his breath, knowing how close you are to your orgasm. He looks down at your pretty face, whispering sweet nothings meant only for you. The sight of his darkened eyes, the droplets of sweat rolling down his chest, the swift exhales of his breath as he thrust deeper into you, maintaining the slow and steady pace he’d established - he himself looked like sex personified.

“I feel y-you, right there, Jey. P-please I…” You faltered, and he nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Take what you need, mamas. M’yours, forever.” He whispers, and sure enough, you tremble through your second climax of the night. Tears stream down your cheeks, and he kisses them away. The tenderness with which he treated you - it was more than just sex between the two of you.

It was a physical committment.

His thrusts grow sloppy with every breath he takes, and he furrows his brow when he fills you to the brim. The lewd squelch echoes in the room as he slows down a little more, not wanting a single drop wasted. You cling onto him tightly, mewling a myriad of expletives and his name in turn, and you can't help but squeeze your velvety walls around his length.

You could handle one more round. Just one more.

He rolls you onto your side, making sure that you're comfortable, and drapes his arm across your waist. His hand slips into yours, just as he thrusts into you, slow and steady, exhaling shakily in tune with your saccharine whimpers. You squeeze his hand, a plea to let him know you can take it.

As he grips onto your hip, he thrusts a little harder - not in a rough way, but rather to emphasize just how bad he needs to be with you. It's echoed further when he groans your name under his breath.

That, in itself was a first.

Addressing you as who you were, beyond just his sweetheart, his princess, his soulmate... he wanted you to feel connected to him beyond just affectionate petnames.

Two lovers entwined in an intimate dance made solely for them.

"I love you more and more everyday." He whispers, and you turn to look over at him, teetering between uttering a thousand more moans, or acknowledging his words.

"Jeyyy..." You whine out softly, his thrusts only accelerating as he feels you clamp tightly around him, and he groans into your neck.

"I know, baby. I know... let it all out."

It isn't long before you feel that arousal course through you, soaking his dick obscenely. You shudder through the aftershocks, squeezing his hand as he grunts, painting your velvet walls with his seed.

"I love you too, Jey."

You cup his face with your free hand, as he rests inside of you for a while. He can't help but feel at home, and at peace.

"Not too rough, was I?" He quips, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you trace his chest tattoos. You giggle, shaking your head.

"Not rough enough. But honestly, this felt special. It felt different. Something new."

He nods.

"Just like your new adventures, when you go back to the ring. And win championships...and be a star, y'know." You carried on, the slight break in your voice causing him to wince.

"M'gon' be here with the boys every night watching when you're out there." You whispered, and he chuckles at that.

"Just make sure Jax and Mumble don't drag lil Pongo around, hm?" He teases.

As the two of you eventually drift off to sleep, everything seems to be perfect. The two of you set in stride, and graduated from boxing lessons and petty arguments.

For now.

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tags: @4milly @charmed-dreamssss @cyberdejos2 @prettyfilmz @trippinsorrows @lov3rla03 @uceyliyahh @fearlesschimera @playgurlxoxo @spiicii @theusotwinzcom @punksyeet @usoinked @kenshisluvrgirl @420days @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @clubsoft @empressdede @sheaabuttaababyy @mselenalovebug @sayyestoheav3nn @shantinextdoor @minsingular @zillasvilla @theninthwonder @whatdoeseverybodywant @christinabae @whowrotethenote

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[melanchoire]

Free use with ningning🤤🤤🤤🤤

God she has such a slutty body my god please let reader full on mandhandle and use her like the fucktoy she is😩😩😩😩 just anytime and anywhere groping her and pkaying with her

girl you mentioned the bimbo and i couldn't help but write all my thoughts about her and there is a lot 😭 i hope you don't mind

cw: exhibitionism, fingering, humiliation, overstimulation, somnophilia, squirting, toys (dildos, fuck machine, nipple clamps, ropes, strap��on, vibrator.) idk if i'm forgetting something i'll check it later

ningning is one of my favorite bratty bimbo because she leads the squad of babygirls who just want to be fucked silly (chaewon, yuna and wonyoung have competition.)

ningning may look like a sweet girl but you know she’s the kind of girl who has an innocent face but is a complete slut 😭 the one you can see and think is just a happy and cute girl, or the one that with a simple look you know that in her mind her brain can only think about fuck and fuck

she acts dumb, pretending to have no idea whatsoever about sex until the giggles get the better of her and the dumb act fades away completely. I BET she talks without any filter about fucking or whatever, especially about her fetishes or kinks and it’s an endless list that includes almost all the kinks in existence

she is a big fan of being treated like a dumb and being humiliated to the point where she actually starts to feel ashamed of herself. ningning loves being treated badly and spoken to as if inside her head there is only a hamster running and going around in a rodent wheel

even ningning is the one who treats herself like a whore: she would spend days trying to convince you that it would be a good idea for her to use a remote–controlled bullet vibrator and for you to be the one controlling it, getting to the point of begging you on her knees because just thinking about the idea makes her more and more needy and she begins to see it as a basic need like eating or sleeping. the type who wears the tightest and shortest clothes possible to provoke you, “accidentally” forgetting to wear underwear when wearing tight shirts or skirts and it’s a coincidence that she realizes this when you mention it to her when a strong breeze lifts her skirt a little or when she bends over to pick something up and the fabric rides up her rear a little. but it was just a slip according to her words, she is so clumsy! the clear example that you can not be pretty and intelligent at the same time

and she is the one who asks and practically forces you to use her like a dumb doll whenever you want 😭😵‍💫

ningning sleeps in the most slutty pajama set possible, a silk tank top with matching shorts, again not bothering to wear underwear because she loves the feeling of the silky fabric against her soaking wet pussy 🥺 or sometimes she even dares to sleep without clothes. whatever the option, she always wakes up in the middle of the night feeling you fucking her pussy mercilessly, moaning loudly and whimpering uncontrollably at how rough you’re being with her

she has this fetish or whatever you want to call it of doing housework and in the blink of an eye finding herself being fucked 😭 it’s pretty stupid but tolerable just because it’s her

ningning kneels in front of the washing machine and puts her lower half inside the appliance while putting the dirty clothes inside it, smiling victoriously as she feels you standing behind her and you pull her shorts down to her knees, noticing that she surprisingly has no panties on today. she also enjoys cooking a delicious meal for the two of you, ending with her being bent over the counter and getting fucked silly from behind 🥺 although she will enjoy it more if you tell her to continue cooking while you take care of destroying her greedy cunt

the type who has countless toys

she loves to ride and maybe the only activity that can consume her energy and make her exhausted enough to stop bothering for a while… so what’s better than just sitting back and forcing her to ride your strap, handcuffing her hands behind your back and maybe even placing nipple clamps on her tits? she would start to get whiny because she needs to have her tits played with and her clit rubbed, so she would start moving her hips in a faster and more uncontrolled rhythm because she is chasing an orgasm that you’re not completely willing to give her

owner of countless dildos and her favorites are the tentacle ones. she would love to be kneeling on the floor riding a dildo and being watched under your gaze while you’re chilling on the couch, ending up becoming desperate and grabbing the toy by the base to slammer it violently against her pussy because she needs it 🥺

maybe using the fucking machine she loves so much 💗 making her lie face down on the floor, head down with her cheek pressing against the floor and her ass up and knees bruised due to how much they were scraping because her legs were shaking and hips threatening to fall down, but the stern look you gave her every time she tried to give up was something that only encouraged her to hold on a little longer

or something calmer like being tied up but you’re the one playing with her pussy, fingering her while holding a vibrator against her swollen clit, not wanting to stop even while she is cumming or crying

in short, ningning is just a girl who wants to be used like the cute doll she is 💗

[sexyzuka]

Dating Kiba Inuzuka (Kiba x Reader)

First Date

Your first date with Kiba was at the Konoha Zoo. You dragged him by the hand, excitedly taking him to the tiger exhibit. He wanted to see the wolves first, but he just couldn't resist your enthusiasm. He didn't want to admit it, but the big cats looked pretty fucking cool. He was also very impressed with your knowledge of zoology as you fervently prattled off the scientific names for every animal you visited that day.

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

You and Kiba always argue about whether dogs or cats are better, but you find some middle ground by alternating between the dog and cat cafés you frequent. Sometimes you even see Kakashi visiting the Shiba Inu café, he does have a lot more free time since his retirement. You each have a fondness and appreciation for your partner's café of choice.

A Yearly Tradition

Once a year there's a Ninneko show that visits Konoha. You're always interested learning more about ninja cat breeding, so you make sure to clear your schedule weeks in advance. Kiba doesn't have much PTO, but he knows how important this show is to you, so he tells Kōtarō in no uncertain terms that he won't be responding to his pager that day, at all.

Guilty Pleasure Date Night

Although he'll never admit to it, Kiba likes it when you take silly selfies together while visiting your favourite maid café. You always pick the cat ears as your accessory, for both him and yourself. He begrudgingly makes a spectacle of putting them on, but it's impossible for him to say 'no' to you. Maybe it's just the atmosphere? He can't help but smile when he sees how happy you are shooting a "nya~" in his direction.

When you get back home you ask him for "Service with a smile, awoo?" and he eagerly obliges. He can't resist fulfilling all of his princess's desires. 💖

[crybaby-bkg]

my family threw a party for me yesterday and it was soooo much fun!!! I felt so loved and celebrated, especially after being in such a slump for the past like six months 🥺🥺🥺

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Helping Husband Nanami! Unwind

Author's Note: This scrumptious gem graced my timeline today, and I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Do yourself a favor and follow the artist on Twitter, and while you're at it, check out her Patreon—it's totally worth it! (Artist & Her Patreon)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, handjob (m! receiving), oral (m! receiving), pet names, role-play (prostitution), public sex

word count: 2k

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Nanami was the epitome of dedication, tirelessly clocking in countless hours at the office to ensure his sweet wife lived in the lap of luxury. He was a gentleman in every sense. Yet, sometimes, this relentless work ethic could be his Achilles' heel.

Stress was making its unwelcome presence known in Nanami, with shadows deepening under his honey-gold eyes and the weight of the world pressing down on his broad shoulders. He was beat. After surviving yet another grueling twelve-hour shift, he was at his limit. All he craved was to return home to you, his loving wife.

And as his loving wife, you couldn't miss the signs. You saw how he would collapse into bed like stone after a long day, too exhausted to even finish his dinner. You heard the frustrated groans as he dragged himself out of bed each morning. But most importantly, you felt the strain in your bedroom.

Not to say Nanami wasn't satisfying you—quite the opposite, he was only satisfying you.

Despite his exhaustion, his touch was tender yet fervent, his kisses a mix of urgency and devotion. He'd make sure to lap at your cunt each night, with his talented tongue. Letting you know just how much he loved you, how he put your needs above his own. But that was exactly it—what about him? It worried you to no end; all you wanted to do was make sure your husband was happy. Seeing him give so much of himself, you felt a uncomfortable combination of gratitude and concern. You wanted to reciprocate, to show him the same level of care and passion. You longed to ease his burdens, to be his sanctuary just as he was yours. The thought of him carrying all that weight alone tugged at your heart, and you resolved to find a way to bring balance, to ensure he was taken care of as well.

Which was exactly why you weren't at home, playing the doting wife as always, but leaning up against his car hood, dressed in something completely out of character for you.

Fishnets, Daisy Duke shorts, and a tank top that hugged every curve clung to your body, making you a walking temptation. You watched your husband approach the car through glittery, half-lidded eyes. Letting out an exaggerated whistle, you purred, "Well, hello handsome," catching your husband's eyes.

He was just a few steps away, his furrowed brows and confused smile giving away his exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes were still visible, and his button-up shirt was slightly wrinkled. It had clearly been another long day for him, and you were ready to melt away all that stress. But you couldn't do it as his wife; no, you needed to become someone else entirely. You had to offer him an escape from reality.

"What're you doing here, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice gruff and drawn out. His hair was still neatly groomed, and oh, you wanted to make a mess of that. Make a mess of him. "Also, I'm not one to tell you what to wear, but this is different." His eyes roamed your body, lingering over your breasts to the tips of your black heels. He was right, this was different.

"Mmhm, you like?" You bite down on your glossy, plump bottom lip. Nanami swallowed hard.

"Just a girl trying to make some money tonight," you continue, against the hood of his car. Your elbows prop you up, pushing out your breasts that were practically spilling out. "Ah, I see," he murmured. His eyes, though shadowed with exhaustion, now swam with an almost predatory hunger that swirled in the depths of his amber gaze.

You giggled at the fact that your husband was playing along with your little game, as he always did. Though tonight wasn't for you; no, it was all for him. Placing your delicate palm against Nanami's sculpted chest, he shivered for a moment. That was new.

"So, Mister, would you like to help a girl out and make use of my services?" Your voice was hot and breathy as you slowly undid the first button of his dress shirt. Nanami's eyes tracked the movement of your perfectly manicured fingers, lingering on the way they teased each button. A surprising rose-tint spread across his cheeks, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a vulnerable flush. You could get drunk off of him.

"What kind of man would I be if I didn't help a pretty girl like you out?" Nanami chuckled, a bit sheepish, as he fumbled with the car keys, finally managing to unlock the doors. Seeing such a strong, composed man acting so coy made your thighs clench. This outfit and role were really doing it for him, huh?

After hearing the car beep, you quickly pulled both yourself and your husband inside, sliding into the backseat. It was a tight fit, with Nanami's broad frame hovering over you, his arms and legs straddling your body. The closeness made you acutely aware of just how much bigger he was than you. Instinctively, his mouth found your neck, immediately shifting into husband mode. But tonight, you wouldn't let him neglect his own needs just to please you.

"Stop," you groan, fighting the urge to let Nanami do what he normally does. He immediately pulls away, his eyes filled with worry. He searches yours for answers but only finds eyes brimming with lust. "No touching, you're paying for my services, remember?" you giggle, pressing against his chest to flip him over. Now, you were on top, straddling his lap. His heavy cock pressed against you, straining against the confines of his trousers, yearning to be free. The two of you were panting, the heat between you making the car windows fog up. You were lucky the parking garage was deserted at this hour.

"I, uh, sweetheart…" he stammered, struggling to find the words as you mirrored his earlier actions. Your mouth traced a path from his neck down to the exposed part of his collarbone, licking and sucking gently. Lips parted and teeth against skin. You couldn't help but think, God, you needed to do this more often.

His hips jerked against yours, causing the both of you to throb with want. The fabric of your shorts was already damp, barely able to contain the heat building between you. Your hands roamed down his muscular frame, your fingers tease as they reached the zipper of his trousers. You fumbled with it, the anticipation making your breath hitch. His low groan in your ear sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed closer, feeling the urgency of his need matching your own.

"Please let me touch you, just a little," he pleaded, his grip tightening on the leather seat, veins on his arms standing out. The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. You had made Nanami Kento, usually so proper, whine like a slut. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, reveling in the power you held in that moment.

"Here, you can get a kiss, but it'll cost you extra," you laugh, pressing your open mouth to his. The kiss was sloppy, tongues intertwining with a fervor that made your head spin. His mouth was hot, and he tasted delectable—an unexpected blend of mint and cinnamon. You were melting into him. "Nghhh, sweet girl, let me touch you..." Nanami's voice was trembling, his restraint barely holding on. This was absolute torture for him; he wasn't used to being the one pampered.

"No," Your fingers hooked onto the belt loops of his khaki trousers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking precum. A frustrated moan caught in his throat as he waited for you to do something, anything.

His cock was pretty, more so than usual tonight. It was a darker shade of pink, thick and pulsing, with veins prominently visible at the base, likely from all the accumulated stress. Nanami hadn't cum in the past two weeks, so naturally, he was this pent up. His cock was so tempting, begging for attention.

As you wrapped your glossy lips around the tip, Nanami's hips jerked involuntarily, aching for more. The desire to thrust into the back of your throat and make a mess of your slutty makeup consumed him, but Nanami, being the gentleman he was, forced himself still. After all, he wouldn't want to harm his lovely wife, right?

But that's not what you wanted. You wanted Nanami to take out all his anger, all his stress, all his bad days on you. To defile you in a way he would a slut. That's who you were tonight, right? No longer his wife, but the whore he needed.

"Don't hold back, use me," you groaned against his cock, your mouth still wrapped sweetly around it. Drool dribbled down as you pleaded for him to let go. Getting Nanami to be rough was like asking to be struck by lightning—rare, but when it happened, it was electrifyingly intense.

"Such a dirty girl," without hesitation, Nanami began to buck his hips, driving his cock deep into your throat. Your mouth watered, saliva pooling at the base of his needy cock. He was so thick, making it a struggle not to gag. "Such a good whore for me," Tears welled up in your eyes, and your cheeks hollowed as you fought to keep up with his relentless pace.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" He kept repeating, babbling at this point as he used your mouth. He was drunk on pleasure, feeling the plush, wet insides of your mouth and the back of your throat. The sensation was overpowering for him, and you could see it in the way his body shuddered and groans flying from his mouth. It felt so good watching him writhe in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. His hands gripped your hair tighter, guiding you as he continued to lose himself in you. The sight of him so vulnerable only fueled your urge to push him further into this blissful state.

You began to hum as he thrust into you, the vibrations around his length driving him insane. He let out the most beautiful grunt, a sound that sent jolts straight to your dripping cunt. You could tell he was close; his movements were becoming erratic and more forceful, causing you to gag and choke each time he hit the back of your throat. Perfect. He needed this release, and so did you. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and now you were desperate to taste him, to feel that connection you had been craving.

"Sweetheart, I can't," he breathed out, his legs stiffening and back arching slightly, plunging him deeper into your throat. His tip was bruising your throat by now, but you didn't care. You needed to see your husband come undone. Using a free hand to grip the base of his length, you began to pump up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. You were going to send him into a spiral, make him regret not being more selfish these last two weeks, make him wish he'd never taken that overtime at the stupid office.

"Gonna come," he winced, the words dragging out as his handsome face contorted in pleasure. Nanami's grip tightened on the back of your head, thrusting his length into your throat with desperation. You could definitely feel the bruises forming, but the feeling only heightened the moment. His hot, salty cum erupted into your throat, filling your mouth and leaving you with barely any time to savor its taste. The sheer force of his release made your eyes water and throat flex, but you reveled in the raw, filthiness. As he pulled back, you licked your lips, catching the last remnants of him, a satisfied smirk playing on your face.

His mouth agape, cheeks flushed, and eyes completely spent as he was panting to catch his breath. You completely wrecked him. "God, you're...incredible," he managed to say between shallow breaths, still reeling from his orgasm. The sight of him so messy only made you want to see him like this again and again. You could see the way his muscled chest heaved, each rise and fall a testament to the pleasure you had just given him. His hands, which had been gripping you with such fervor, now lay limp at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if still remembering the feel of you.

As he slowly regained his composure, a lazy smile spread across his face. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with sincerity.

"Now, how much extra for another kiss?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"It's on the house,"

[lacy-oh-lacy]

i genuinely need you to write something for rio vidal plzzzzzz i’ll take anything but your writing is perfect so id love for you to write something *cough* dominant jealous rio *cough*

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𝑨/𝑵: Omg thank you, Anon. You're too sweet 𖹭

𝑪𝑾: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness

Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Death’s radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another's…

No, it was through her girlfriend.

A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rio’s attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say… that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very moment…

Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.

Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.

She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.

You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.

It made her sick, it made her burn.

Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.

Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.

You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new look…

He could never make you glow like that.

“Hey, Baby.”

Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. “Hello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.”

She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.

“Who's your friend?”

You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.

And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.

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“I missed you today.”

Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.

“Yeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.” You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.

Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else… teasing her even with a knife to your chest…

She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. “Careful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?”

“You wouldn't do that.” you challenged

“Try me. I'd do anything to keep you.”

The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.

“You'll always have me, Rio.”

There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.

“I’d better.” She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.

The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.

“My pretty girl…”

Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.

You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.

“Please.” You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.

“Say my name.”

“Rio, please, I need you so bad.”

She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, “Well how can I say no to that?”

A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.

You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.

She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.

“Rio.” You whined.

“So impatient.” She laughed. “Don't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.”

With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.

She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.

She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.

You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.

“You're mine. You hear that? Say it.”

“I'm yours, Rio.” You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.

“Yeah, you’re mine. My good girl.”

She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.

Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.

She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. “Tell me you want me.”

“Want you. Need you.”

“Then cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.”

Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.

Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.

“God! Rio!”

You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.

“I'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.” She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. “Never, for all eternity, I'm yours, and you’re mine.”

[chiumii]

rough ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ thinking about how sunghoon comes across as the sweet, loving, perfect boyfriend out in public, but an absolute freak in bed. I mean absolutely fucking nasty.

Word count: 1k

sunghoon x reader smut

dom hoon and sub reader. daddy kink, size kink, breeding, slight hints at cnc, slapping, choking, manhandling, slapping dacryphilia degrading, praise. hoonie is so mean n ruthless ugh this was just a super quick thought I has so I decided to write something about it, dont expect it to be good, not proof read.

sunghoon being the most perfect, loving boyfriend is such a yes. he takes you out to fancy restraunts, buys you new jewelry whenever you want, getting you sweet treats as frequently as possible. he spoils you completely rotten. of course he would, you're his little girl! he would hold your hand as he leads you through the mall while shopping, his arms holding your bags as you sip on the cute little drinks you like so much. he would lean into your ear and whisper about how cute you looked today, pressing a long, chaste kiss on your cheek, smirking to himself as your face heated up in the prettiest shade of pink.

you would think he was the sweetest person alive an hour ago, but that opinion was ripped out of your head the second he got you alone.

"h-hoonie, slow a-ahngh please!" it took him less than a second after walking in through the front door, throwing your shopping bags to the side before pressing your front up against the nearest wall and hiking your little short skirt up over your ass.

his thrusts are ruthless as he pounds into you from behind, his hips snapping against your plush ass. his hands are holding you up against the wall and your legs dangle in the air. his pants aren't even pulled all the way down as they hug just below his thighs, your pink panties pulled to the side are now completely soaked as he fucks you through your orgasm.

you squirt all over the his dick and the wall in front of you. your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as you thrash in your boyfriends hold, begging him to let you go.

"stay still you fucking brat" you don't listen to him, your legs still kicking out while his long dick kisses your cervix with every thrust.

"da-ddaddyy hurts, s-low please mmmh" he pulls you off the wall with a grunt, lifting you up in the air as he drags you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions. you land on your stomach with a soft 'hmph', and before you can turn around, you feel sunghoons hands force you onto your knees; your back arched with your ass in the air.

you go to look back at your boyfriend, but are quickly met with his hand tangling in your hair, forcing you face into the couch roughly. he gives you no time to think before his dick bullies its way back into your puffy cunt, instantly hitting your sweet spot as his balls slap against your swollen clit.

"shut the fuck up and stay down" his words are so mean :( but you feel your aching pussy throb when he speaks to you in such a way

his hips keep up a steady, quick pace as he fucks you. your screams being absorbed into the couch, your muffled cries only fuel him further, landing a harsh smack onto your ass, a bright red handprint being left on your perfect skin.

your walls squeeze him as he slaps you again, and again, and again. your legs begin to thrash around again, your hands coming up to grip the sides of the couch as you scream

"wan' cum, daddy please may I cum please please !-" he hears you, even though you're face is so deep into the cushions of the couch, soaking the material with your drool. it pisses him off. he grabs your pony tails on either side of your head and forces your head up, biting your ear lob harshly before speaking.

"did you not hear me? I said keep your damn mouth shut" he takes his cock out and flips you over on your back. you whine at the emptiness as he lifts your legs into the air, contorting your body so you fold in on yourself, your knees being pressed next to your head as he forces you into a mating press.

you shriek in pain, his dick finding its way inside you once more, bruising your gummy walls. you quiver at your boyfriends roughness, his delicate touch from earlier long gone as you're left with this monster.

your moans light a fire in the pit of sunghoons stomach. tears roll down your rosey cheeks, and sunghoon can't help but coo at you.

"dont cry sweetie, it'll be over soon, let daddy use your pathetic body just a lil more" you choke at his words, clenching around him when he speaks to you. knots form in your tummy, quickly beginning to unravel as fast as they came.

"daddy! cum please! wan' cum n-ngh fff' pl-please!" you're making such a mess, sunghoons assault on your cunt is so sloppy, and the sight of your ponytails becoming tangled and messy makes him throw your legs down.

His hand moves to your throat as he watches the outline of his dick disappear and then reappear with each thrust.

"oh my god, such a pretty little girl, so perfect and tiny. you like it when daddy abuses your tiny hole hmm?" he asks you and you nod, bringing your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you bite down hard enough to draw blood.

sunghoon retraces his hand from your throat and slaps you. your eyes fling open in shock as your lips quiver.

"you answer daddy when he asks you a question, understand slut?"

"yes daddy, I understand! love it when daddy uses my body, feels s' good !" you squeal, arching your back into the man above you, wrapping your arms around his neck, scratching his shoulders through his shirt.

"you wanna take my cum, sweet girl? stuff you so fucking full 'nd breed your tiny little pussy. oh fuck- good fucking god" sunghoons cock twitches, your cunt clamping down on him with insane grip.

"who owns this pussy, doll?" he slaps your clit, your juices leaping into the air, staining sunghoons shirt.

"daddy does !" you yelp, your orgasm approaching fast.

"such a good girl, cum for me baby, let yourself go all over me sweet thing" and so you do, creaming all around sunghoons length as you flutter around him like the pretties butterfly, souring right into sunghoons cage and being locked away from all eyes.

his pretty little baby ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

[imaginedisish]

The Promise (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Short and sweet...or rather...incredibly spicy. Here's the *Logan catches you...touching yourself* fic. Couldn't think of a song until the end of writing this one. Went with "The Promise" by When in Rome. Also, if I'm messing up with the tag list I am so sorry. Anyway, ENJOY!

Summary: You want to relax after a long day, so you decide to let off some steam alone in your room. But, you're not as alone as you think. Logan can hear you loud and clear...and he's happy to help.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! SMUT!!! Masturbation (f!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), porn with NO PLOT, softdom!Logan, cocky!Logan, Logan is def not respecting personal space here, friends to lovers, feelings, afab!reader/fem!reader, cursing, prob some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 2,588 this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written

Finally. You’re in your room. Alone. Today had been exhausting. It was drill after drill, class after class, until your eyes stung and your muscles were beyond sore. But now, all there is to worry about is the mattress at your back and the blankets you’ve pulled up to your chin… 

…Save for that itch, that ache growing between your legs. You had been able to ignore it before, when Logan had you pinned to the wall during one of your drills in the danger room. He caged you in, arms above your head. Gotcha, princess, he whispered, and walked away. You tried to brush off the way your heart fluttered in your chest, tried to shove down the ache that was building in your belly. Logan was your friend—nothing more.

But now that you’re finally alone, it’s too much. You let your hand trail down your body, pushing past the waistband of your shorts and inside your panties. You close your eyes and think of Logan as your fingertips brush your clit. You picture him standing at the edge of your bed, climbing on top of you. 

“F-fuck,” you stutter, working your clit, drawing tight circles, imagining it’s Logan’s hand instead—exploring your folds, spreading your slick, dipping his fingers into your entrance. You whisper his name as you think of him crawling down your body and settling in between your thighs, burying his face into your cunt. 

You imagine what his tongue feels like, lapping at you, flicking your clit. “Logan,” you moan, louder this time, thinking no one can hear you. 

Logan walks down the hall. He can hear your voice, soft and small through the slight crack in your door. You must’ve forgotten to close it all the way. It almost sounds like you’re singing, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought.

But then he hears his name. 

“Logan.” It’s a whisper, a faint call. He thinks maybe you can hear him down the hall—that maybe you need help, maybe something’s wrong. He steps towards your room, furrowing his brows as he listens carefully, using his heightened senses. 

“Logan,” you moan again. And he hears it all this time—hears your breathy whines, your legs pushing against the mattress. And fuck, he can smell you. Wet. Aching. His cock hardens at the thought of you getting off to him, his erection straining against his jeans. He walks closer to your door, his steps tentative and quiet. 

Your door is almost closed—the latch just touching the frame. The light from your room casts a thin line across the darkened hallway. It’s warm and glowy, and Logan can feel it pulling him in—can feel it begging him to push the door open and head inside. He holds himself back, resigning himself to listening to your soft murmurs and drunken mumbles. 

But then you’re calling his name again. 

“Logan,” you whimper, your circles quickening, your walls fluttering around nothing. You imagine him fucking into you, spreading you out and stretching you open. You wish he’d come in here and touch you, take you, make you feel good. 

Logan’s cock throbs, his jeans suddenly far too tight. He can tell you’re getting closer, your breathing becoming short and frantic. He knows he shouldn’t, but he pushes the door open just a touch more. You’re in the center of the bed, eyes shut tight, head thrown back, hand underneath the blanket and stuffed inside your panties. 

“N-need you,” you stutter. You need him to really touch you—need to feel his body against yours. Need to—

You suddenly hear your door shut, and your eyes fly open. 

Logan is at the edge of your bed, his hands pressing into the mattress, white-knuckling the sheets as he looks up at you under half-lidded eyes. 

“How long were you—” “I heard everything, pretty girl,” Logan growls, his shoulders tight, his brows furrowed. He’s holding back, restraining himself. “Heard you calling my name.” “I-I…” You trail off, heat spreading across your chest. You don’t know what to say, or how to get yourself out of this. 

“You what, princess?” Logan teases, climbing onto the mattress. “You want me that bad?” He slowly pulls the covers down, revealing your bare thighs. “Want me so bad you’re thinking about me when you touch yourself? Saying my name even when I’m not around?”

He tugs the blanket down farther, your legs on full display for him. “Logan,” you choke, catching your breath. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he’s crawling up your body, grabbing your legs, and tugging you down the mattress. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he soothes, his big hands pushing apart your legs, his palms splaying on the inside of your thighs. “I want you too.” His hands trail up to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers hooking inside. “You want me to take care of you?”

You swallow harshly. “Y-yes,” you stammer. “Please.”

He strips your shorts and panties from your legs, casting them to the floor. “What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself, hm?” He asks, settling in between your thighs. He brings an arm up and over your hips, gluing your lower half to the mattress. 

“You,” you mumble. 

Logan cocks his head to the side and smirks. “I know that pretty girl,” he husks, his free hand sliding towards your core. “But what were you thinking about?” His thumb finally finds your clit and strokes lightly. 

“Th-that,” you moan as he draws tight circles around the bud. 

“Just this?” He asks teasingly, holding you down as you squirm involuntarily underneath him. 

“More…” You trail off, your eyes fluttering closed as Logan’s circles become faster. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” Logan demands, his touch slipping away. Your eyes flutter back open, and Logan’s thumb finds your clit again. “Now tell me what you want.”

You swallow harshly, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You need more, and you’ll take anything he’s willing to give you. “W-want your tongue,” you finally choke out. 

“Yeah?” Logan teases, bringing his face down to your heat. “This what you wanted?” He licks a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “That feel good?” He’s lapping at you, his tongue dragging through your slit, flicking your bud and drawing tight circles. 

“Yes,” you pant, struggling to keep your eyes open. His face is buried inside your cunt, eating you out like a starved man. The sight is unseemly: his disheveled hair, the way he’s swallowing you whole. “Feels so good, Logan.”

He smirks against you. “Such a good pussy,” he mutters, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. “Tastes so fucking good.” His fingers trail up your inner thigh, climbing higher, finding your folds. 

“Please,” you beg, his gaze meeting yours. 

“Please what, princess?” He asks, looking deeply into your eyes as he sucks on your clit again, rougher this time. Your eyes flutter shut. “Thought I told you to keep those pretty eyes open,” he commands, and you listen. 

“W-want your fingers,” you moan, forcing your eyes to stay open as Logan mercilessly flicks your clit with his tongue. 

And then he’s thrusting two long fingers deep inside you. You curse under your breath as he stretches you out. “So wet,” Logan growls against your core, pulling out only to shove his fingers back in—somehow deeper this time. “So beautiful like this, always so beautiful.”

Your walls flutter around him, his words weakening your resolve. He pumps in and out of you, his fingers scissoring deep inside. He takes your clit back between his lips and sucks long and hard, his teeth grazing your bud as he latches on and lets go. It’s overwhelming—the way he fucks into you, the way he laps at you, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Lo,” you whine, clenching down on his fingers as he sinks deeper inside you. His pumps become faster, his fingers shoving in and out again and again. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he soothes, the flick of his tongue goading you along. “Could smell how much you needed me from the hallway,” he says between laps. “Know you’re getting close for me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Logan,” you whimper, his words driving you closer to the edge. It’s all too much. Him, suddenly being here, with you. Devouring you. Wanting you. Needing you. Yes, that’s it. Need. His face buried between your legs; his nose pressed just above your clit. His fingers dragging along your walls. He’s consuming you. Dying to be inside you—to be as close as he can possibly get. 

“That’s it, darlin’. Let go.”

And then you’re coming undone, pleasure wracking through your body, fire lighting down your spine. Everything is dizzying and warm, white-hot heat flooding your vision, stars dancing before your eyes. 

“Fuck,” Logan grunts against you, lapping up your juices. “So fucking good. Did so good for me.” His fingers slow inside you and gently pull out, but his tongue is still working at you. He pushes through your folds, savoring the taste of you. 

“Lo,” you groan, squirming underneath him. “Need you now.” 

“You have me,” he mutters against you, the vibrations of his voice wracking your already overstimulated clit. 

“But…” you trail off, the tension building back up between your legs. “N-need you. Please.” 

He licks one more long stripe through your folds and looks up at you. “Say it,” he demands, your release glistening on his chin. “Tell me exactly what you need.” He climbs up your body. “Go on,” he teases, hiking your shirt up your stomach, pushing it over your tits. He smirks when he sees that you have no bra on—your breasts bare before him. His hands trail up to your chest, massaging gently, pinching your nipples. 

You curse under your breath, instinctually spreading your legs. “Need you to fuck me,” you whisper, and Logan grins. 

His touch disappears from your body, his hands finding the hem of his beater as he sits back on his knees. He tugs his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. He’s perfect, his muscles flexing and contracting as he moves. “Need my cock, pretty girl?” He chides, working at his belt next, tossing it to the side. 

“Yes,” you pant, watching as he undoes his button and his zipper, yanking his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection springs free, and he’s so much bigger than you had anticipated. You bite your lips nervously at the sight. 

Logan lowers himself down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand comes down to stroke your hip comfortingly. “Gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” Logan soothes, pressing his forehead to yours. His hand leaves your hip and wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to your entrance. 

You shiver as his tip slides through your folds. He’s so close, his breath fanning across your face. He teases your slit, spreading your slick, nudging against your clit, and slides back down to your entrance.

 His lips finally find yours, swallowing your moans as he shoves himself deep inside you, down to the hilt with one thrust. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit. “Tight little pussy.” He slides out and plunges back in, drawing circles around your bud. “So fucking warm, so perfect,” he whispers against your lips, pressing another kiss as he sets his pace. 

He starts out slow, his hips rhythmically rocking against yours. He’s filling you up, splitting you open with every pump. You curse under your breath as his cock drags along your walls. “Feels so good, Lo,” you moan. 

His thumb strokes your clit as he fucks into you, faster now. He’s hitting that sweet spot deep inside with every thrust. “Is this what you were thinking about when you were getting yourself off, pretty girl?” Logan grunts, slamming into you. “Thinking about me fucking you just like this?”

“Yes,” you cry out, your muscles contracting around him. “Always thinking about you.”

Logan smiles against your lips, his eyes dark with lust as he pumps in and out. “Bet you wanted me to hear you,” he huffs, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, his circles becoming rapid and frantic. “Bet you left that door open on purpose.”

You whine a yes as he pounds into you, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, biting your pulse point and kissing away the sting his teeth leave behind. You can feel yourself getting closer, already fucked out beyond all thought. All you can think about is Logan and the way he’s stuffing himself inside you, pushing deeper and deeper. 

“Needed you too, beautiful,” Logan whispers at the shell of your ear, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing against the walls of your room. “Needed you this whole time.” 

You wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more leverage to sink deeper inside you. Your arms find purchase around his back, your nails digging into his bare skin. Logan pinches your clit roughly in between his tight, rapid circles, and you moan his name.

“I know, darlin’,” he soothes, his hips bucking, his cock twitching inside you. “Can feel you squeezing me, know you’re already close.”

“Just feels so good,” you moan as he drills into you relentlessly. “Don’t want you to stop.” 

Logan chuckles darkly, flicking your clit. “Don’t think I can, pretty girl.” He twitches inside you again, and you know he’s close too. He throbs against your walls, pulling out and thrusting all the way back in. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises. He’s still stretching you out with every pump, splitting you open. “Wanna feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” 

“Y-yes,” you stutter, your walls fluttering around him. You can feel yourself slipping, letting go as he slams into you. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” he coos, circling your clit. “Come on my cock, just like that.”

Logan thrusts into you again, bottoming out, and the tension snaps. Everything is bliss and searing pleasure. Hazy and blurred. It’s all too much, your eyes welling up as your orgasm rips through you. You blink back your tears. Logan kisses your forehead, his pace faltering as you come undone around him. 

“Wanted you this whole time,” he groans, his hips stuttering. “So fucking beautiful,” he husks. “So perfect.” You pull him closer as he comes inside you, filling you up and painting your walls. Logan moans your name, looking deep into your eyes as he finishes. 

His hips stall inside you, his thumb stroking your clit gently, riding out your orgasms, letting you down easy from your high. 

He notices the single tear sliding down your cheek and brings his hand up from your clit to wipe it away. “You okay?” He asks, concern painted across his face. He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his chest.

“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed. “M’perfect,” you mumble, burying your face into the center of Logan’s chest. He rolls you onto your side, tugging you closer, his cock still half-hard inside you. “Can you stay with me?” You ask, your voice small and quiet, nervous that he might say no. 

“Not going anywhere, pretty girl,” Logan reassures, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I promise.” 

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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader

Anonymous asked: I loved your post about Eddie x virgin!reader so much💞Do you think you could write older!Eddie x virgin reader?

Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

“Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's thigh, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw stars as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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[navybrat817]

Cooking Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you to cook a meal with him.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, mention of HYDRA, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Short and sweet for @stellar-solar-flare’s Starry Winter Sky Event! I went with cooking together and Neighbor AU as a small expansion of this nonsense. February has had some lingering January energy, and I hope you enjoy what I was able to write! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If you asked Bucky if he thought he was a good cook, he’d say he was decent. He retained some of what his mom taught him many years ago and he carefully followed recipes once he was completely free of HYDRA. It was admittedly a bit of a rough go at first. Being able to choose what he could eat was a foreign concept after he didn't have the choice for so long. It got better each day. Every single meal he got to reclaim a piece of himself by making the choice of what he did and didn’t want.

Until today, he always cooked alone.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” you smiled, graciously accepting the apron he handed you.

Bucky had moved into the building a few months ago and you lived across the hall. As far as neighbors went, you were the best. Since day one, you always greeted him with a smile and a kind word. You never played your music too loud or disturbed anyone. Alpine adored you, which told him everything he needed to know since she was the best judge of character. And you never once objected to looking out for her when he had to leave for a mission.

Out of paranoia, he left harmless little “traps” to see if you'd snoop through anything the very first time you went over. Nothing that would hurt you or draw your attention, of course, but something that would let him know if anyone tampered with anything. You didn't. You were a genuinely good and respectful person, and that made him trust you more.

“Thanks for accepting the invitation. And allow me,” he offered, stepping behind you to help you tie it. His fingers lingered on the fabric and he took the moment to inhale your sweet scent before he stepped away. He didn't want to be a creep. “And it’s the least I could do since you offered to watch Alpine. Again.”

“I love watching her. She’s wonderful.”

The photos you sent were something he always looked forward to when he was away. Some of the captions you added made him laugh and smile. His favorite was a selfie you took with Alpine’s cheek against yours. He saved it as “my girls”, which you weren’t aware of.

Because you technically weren’t his girl.

“Well, she adores you,” Bucky smiled. He adored you, too. It stunned him when he found out you were single, and he was selfishly thankful for that. 

“I’ll have to get her another toy,” you said, your lips curling in a small smile. “If that’s okay with you.”

He laughed, a warm and easy sound. “Between the two of us, she’s spoiled rotten and she wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He never expected to be a cat dad, but life surprised him. In fact, it also surprised him that Alpine wasn’t camping out nearby or brushing against one of your legs. She was a smart cat and likely somehow sensed that he wanted alone time with you.

“Well, she deserves it,” you winked before things went quiet.

One of the nice things about hanging out with you was that he didn't mind any bouts of silence. They didn’t feel awkward or tense. In those quiet moments and stolen glances he felt like he had the best conversations with you. He was happy and felt safe being in the same space as you.

“You know,” Bucky began as he set the ingredients on the counter. He lucked out by having a decent sized kitchen since he took up a lot of space. “If I was a better neighbor, I would've just cooked a meal for you while you relaxed.”

It felt romantic for the two of you to cook together, but you weren't together and now he felt like an idiot. A gentleman would've made you a meal and pampered you. Or take you out for a nice meal. He hadn’t dressed up, opting for his jeans and a trademark Henley while you wore a sundress that had his mind racing with both sweet and filthy images. He didn't have flowers for you either.

His “game”, as Sam would say, was rusty.

“You're a great neighbor, Bucky. The best neighbor I’ve had,” you defended. He tried to be a good neighbor and person. A minor way to make up for some of his forced wrongdoings. “And cooking something together is fun! We could even try something at my place next week if you'd like.”

Bucky almost knocked the salt over, his eyes wide. “Really?” You were inviting him over to do this again?

“Yeah, really,” you replied, taking a moment to scan the simple recipe in the cookbook. You always had the cutest expression when you concentrated on something, and he didn’t want to choose something too difficult for the first meal. “We can take turns picking things out to try and trade off cooking at your place and mine. You can even bring Alpine over if you want.”

He suddenly had the image of you in his arms, dancing around the kitchen as you both waited for a meal in the oven to cook. Soft music, low lighting, his hands on your hips, and a tender smile on your face. Stealing a gentle kiss and keeping his eyes open only for a moment so he could see for himself that it wasn't a dream.

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling his hair back in a ponytail and washing his hands to distract himself from his thoughts. “I’d really like that.”

“Great,” you exhaled. His heart beat faster when he caught you staring. He liked to pretend the look in your eyes was longing. “Sorry. You just…” you cleared your throat and gestured to his head. “You have really nice hair.”

The compliment had his heart racing even faster. “I have nice hair?” he asked. Your fingers would feel amazing in his hair.

You ducked your head for a moment before you met his gaze with a soft smile. “Yeah, you do.”

“Thanks,” he smiled back, his shoulder brushing yours when he stood beside you. Electricity lightly cracked between you. Did you feel it, too? “Um, I peeled the carrots before you got here. Would you like to cut them?”

“Oh, I think you’re better with a knife than I am,” you giggled.

He puffed his chest out and twirled the knife he selected in his hand without thinking about it. Part of him was showing off because, well, he wanted you to stare again. “How about I help you?”

“Help me? How?” you asked.

“Here.” He placed the knife in your hand and stood behind you once he had the carrots on the cutting board. “I’m going to preface this by saying I’m far from an expert, but I usually cut them into decent sized pieces before I dice them.”

“I trust your judgement,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. Your faces were close enough that he could kiss you if he leaned in a fraction. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t take what you didn’t offer.

Carefully placing his hands over yours once you faced forward, he felt that electricity crackle again as he helped guide you. He angled his hips so he didn’t press against you, but still stayed close. “See? You’re a natural,” he whispered against your ear when you made the first cut through the vegetable.

He heard the hitch in your breath and how your blood rushed faster in your veins. He felt your skin warm under his touch as you cut the next piece. He also caught the slight tremble that went through your frame when his grip tightened, but he didn’t sense any fear. He hadn't detected any sort of fear or disgust since he came into your life.

But what he sensed in this very moment was excitement.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you whispered back. The way you spoke his name was breathy, beautiful, and he longed to hear that again. “You’re a great teacher.”

“I’m not,” he said, thankful your back was to him so you wouldn’t see the pink that tinted his cheeks. “But I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, you are,” you stated, tempting him to turn your head toward him to kiss you. If he did that and you stabbed him, he wouldn’t blame you or hold it against you. “And Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I really am glad you invited me over,” you said.

He stopped himself from putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I am, too,” he said, smiling to himself as he helped you finish up. “And now that you’ve mastered the carrots, we can chop the onions.”

“Onions? Oh, no,” you groaned playfully.

As the sound of both of you laughing a second later filled the room, Bucky was glad he went with his gut and asked for you two to cook together.

And maybe before the night was over, he’d ask you out on a date and prove to himself that his game wasn't completely hopeless.

I wonder just how he'll ask you out! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[asharasasylum]

I'm a Good Girl, Officer

♡  Corrupt!Cop Toji Fushiguro x Reader

author's note: Had this idea floating around my head for a little while and finally wrote something. Have an idea for a part two but promising I'll write it and publish it. warnings: non con. dub con. power imbalance. blackmail. smut. mention of drugs. stalking. dark thoughts from Toji. use of sir. 18+ MDNI

As soon as he saw you, he knew he just had to have you. Luckily for him trouble seemed to follow you.

Corrupt Officer Toji who knew from the moment he saw you stumbling down the pavement in your fancy heels, and awfully short dress, that he had to have you. You were a pretty thing– clearly dumb to be out at this hour, wearing that tiny thing that barely covered your ass cheeks. Who knew what was lurking behind the corners of the dimly lit street. You were lucky that he had spotted you first before any nasty fucker stepped out from around one of the alleyways.

He rolled his window down as he crept up behind you in his car. 

Your whole body went rigid as you twisted your body round to face the car, only to ease at the flash of red and blue lights, bringing the clack of your heels to a stop. 

“It’s awfully late to be out here by yourself,” Toji said with a stern tone, turning the lights off as he pulled up beside you. He got a good look at your face then, the dark rings of mascara around your bambi eyes and the streaky wet cheeks. “You could get yourself into a lot of trouble looking like that out here.” 

His eyes ran over you, drinking you in and he saw how you shivered under his gaze. 

“Got a friend with you?” He knew the answer, he was just seeking out confirmation. 

You shook your head, letting out on a small croak, “No, sir.” 

Sir. His slacks tightened around him, dick twitching at what a sweet thing you really were. 

His eyes darkened as he stared at you, clenching his jaw to keep himself at bay. He wanted to step out of the car then and there, tell you to drop you to your knees and use your throat as his own personal fleshlight. But you weren’t anything like the girls he usually picked up from these streets, all smiling and batting their eyelashes as soon as they saw him. They opened their legs so willingly that he was always sure to use protection with them. 

You were different. It was in the way you swallowed thickly as he watched you and how your gaze flickered around you, looking for some sort of escape. You knew not to trust him and while he could tell you were a bit stupid, you weren’t going to fall for his usual lines and open your legs for him. 

“Get in.” 

“I don’t-I-” you stumbled on your words, looking like you might sprint the second the opportune moment presented itself. 

“I’ll take you home,” he huffed with a roll of his eyes, turning to face the road ahead of him. “Trust me on this, no uber is coming here to collect you.” 

You didn’t argue at that, slipping into the back of the car behind him and falling into his trap. 

But you weren’t that stupid. 

You directed him to your place with a few words, even offering him a small smile as you thanked him with another sir falling from your lips. You knew he was watching as you stepped out of the car, walking up to your apartment complex and fumbling around with your keys in your bag as you waited for him to go. 

It was only when he pulled over around the corner did he watch you waltzing off to another direction. For this he had to actually get out of his car to follow you, finding you making your way to another apartment complex a few blocks over. 

It was a cute attempt to trick him, he’d give you that. But unfortunately for you it didn’t work. 

The second time you met had been a complete coincidence. A happy coincidence for sure. 

Toji was more accustomed to working the night shifts but today he had stepped in for another officer he owed a favour to. Only to find you when he’s called in for an armed robbery at a corner store. 

You gave him a small smile when you noticed him, wincing as you stretched your busted lip. You were holding a bag of frozen peas against it and when you moved it, turning it over to a colder side, he noticed the purple mark caught on your chin. 

“Playing hero, huh?” He teased when he came to take your statement, crouching down to where you were sitting in the staff room. 

“Didn’t mean to get in the way,” you told him with a soft pout and wet eyes. “Was just trying to help.” 

He listened to everything you had to say, jotting the notes down for every bit of description that you could give him. The bastard that robbed this store wouldn’t know what hit him after Toji would be through with him. Even if you did say you pitied the poor man. 

You were too good. 

“Thank you, Officer…” you trailed off, narrowing your eyes as you tried to make out his name tag.

“Fushiguro,” he answered for you, bearing a wide grin. 

“Fushiguro,” you repeated bashfully. 

The third time you met had planned on his end. After watching you through the window of your apartment getting changed into that tiny bit of fabric you called a dress, he knew that he had to watch over you. Who knew what sort of trouble you’d find yourself into tonight, especially with the friends you associated yourself with. 

He didn’t plan this meeting because he hadn’t been able to get the image of you out of his head all week— or the fact he’d spent the last few nights beating his meat to the sound of your voice spinning around in his head. Sir. Officer Fughiguro.

No, they weren’t the reasons at all. 

It was all because of how your ass was barely covered in that dress and the way he knew that by the end of the night you’d find yourself in the same situation he had caught you in only two weeks ago. Only if he weren’t around it would be some other sick fucker that’d have you folded over in some dingy alleyway. 

He hadn’t realised he had been staring at you from the other side of the bar, only catching on when one of your friends noticed him and giggled turning to the table. 

All of your table looked over at him then, smiling widely as they got a good look at him. He hated the stares but he didn’t back away not when your gaze fell upon him, finally getting a good look at him without his uniform on. 

You clearly didn’t recognise him at first, not until his eyes locked with yours and you quickly found yourself looking away. It was then he was sure it clicked.

He wasn’t at all surprised with your friends’ attempts to flirt with him, flinging themselves his way as they passed him at the bar. But he had been surprised at how you didn’t even approach him, not even a smile as you made your way past him to get to the toilet. 

To say he was annoyed was an understatement, Toji was thinking of wrapping his hands around your throat and watching as you wheezed each time his thick fingers tightened their grip. 

It was what had him following you to the toilet the fourth time you passed him, not even bothering to hide the fact he was hot on your heels. He waited outside the bathroom stalls, tapping his foot impatiently as his hands reached out to catch you at the first chance he got. 

Toji wasn’t sure if it was pure luck, or the fact you clearly weren’t all that bright after a few drinks but something was working out for him. Because when you stumbled out of the bathroom, a little bag of powder fell from underneath your dress, landing in the inch of space between you and him. 

“It isn’t mine, I swear,” you instantly said, panic washing over you. You stepped backwards into the dim corridor, cursing under your breath. 

“This isn’t what I expected at all.” He crouched down, tutting as he picked up the powdered substance. “Want to explain.” 

“It’s not mine,” was all you could tell him. 

“It definitely belongs to someone, sweetheart,” he said, pulling his handcuffs from his back pocket. “So want to tell me which one of your friends this belongs to?” 

Your eyes widened when you looked up at him, breath catching in your throat as you realised what was about to happen. 

He had you right where he wanted you. There was no way you would give up one of your friends and even if you did, the drugs fell from underneath your dress, not any of theirs. 

“Please,” you pleaded with him, falling further back into the hallway. 

Toji followed you though, matching your short quickened steps with his slower strides. He held out the cuffs, practically jingling them in your face. 

Your lips parted but you were caught like a mouse in a trap with nothing left to say. 

“I feel like you’re normally such a good girl so I’m feeling a little generous.” 

He almost chuckled at the way relief washed over your face and your body relaxed at his words. Almost.

“So I won’t handcuff you and parade you around for the whole bar to see,” he told you, placing the handcuffs back behind him. “But that means I need you to be a good girl and follow me out the back to my car.” 

It was clear in the way your eyes grew wet that you didn’t want to go with him but you weren’t going to fight him on this. 

Toji didn’t even bother driving you home to have his way with you. He lasted all of thirty seconds before he found a secluded spot in the parking lot and shoved you into the back seat, him following shortly behind. before shoving you into the back seat with him following. 

You hadn’t been so willing at first but after a few threats of sleeping behind bars for the night, you become pliant in his hands. 

It was how you found yourself straddling his waist, holding yourself up slightly as Toji had his way with you. 

You whimpered when he slid a third finger into you, barely able to hear the mumble of his, something about getting you fully stretched out for him. You felt so full and if his thick digits were anything to go off of, you were sure that the bulge in his pants was going to leave you ruined. 

“Officer,” you whined, at the feel of his palm brushing over your clit. 

“Officer Fushiguro,” he corrected, curling his fingers inside of you. “You’re dripping, baby.” 

That you were. Your pussy had made a mess all over his pants, a wet patch forming underneath you. He wasn’t upset by it though, not with the way his eyes grinned down at the sight, continuing his antics as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you. 

“Please, sir.” 

You didn’t exactly know what you were begging for but you begged anyway, staring at him with wet eyes and pouty lips. 

“Please,” you repeated, clenching around him. 

You had wanted to cum, you had wanted it so bad but instead you found yourself bouncing on his dick, being painfully stretched out by his girth. 

He held you up, using you as a toy as he fucked himself into you. He didn’t even stop when you sobbed against him, begging him to be gentler with you. Instead he pounded into you like a crazed bull until the pain was only a slight sore tinge and the pleasure finally began to take over. Until all that was left to fall from your lips were desperate sighs of either ‘Sir’ or ‘Fushiguro’. 

“Tomorrow I’ll let you call me Toji,” he groaned in your ear as his pace became sloppy and his thrusts became hard. “But tonight I really like the way you address me.” His tone changed, mocking you as he repeated your words. “Officer Fushiguro.” He chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go on, say it again.” 

“Officer-” you struggled to get out, your words getting caught on your own moans. 

“Say it,” he warned, his hand painfully tightening around your hip. 

“Officer Fushiguro.” 

Your climax hit you hard at that and you screamed at the sudden way your pussy was leaking all over him and your knees almost buckled under your weight. 

It had Toji laughing at that, grinning into the crook of your neck as he finally let go himself. 

You only realised he was finished when he pulled himself out of you and you felt his warm cum spilling out of you as he pressed a hand against your stomach. Even though you knew that letting him cum inside you was a terrible idea, there was no way you were going to protest against him and in your state, you were honestly too fucked out to care, collapsing onto him. 

You also knew that you shouldn’t rest against him— that you shouldn’t fall into his arms so easily. You knew how happy he would be to have you so docile on top of him, already feeling the chuckle rumble in his chest. 

And Toji was happy. Even though he was never going to admit it, he was overjoyed with the way he had ruined you into submission. It had only taken one round to get you like this and he couldn’t help but imagine what you’d be like after four. 

But he let that thought slip to the back of his mind as he traced his finger into the sweaty skin of your back. 

“Officer Fushiguro,” you called, tilting your head up to catch his gaze. 

He hummed, giving you a small nod to carry on with what you were about to ask. 

“Will you take me home now?” You asked. 

“I’ll take you home,” he answered, with a sly smirk. “We can continue this there.” 

Your body tensed in his grip, moving to peel yourself away from him only to be harshly yanked back to your spot. 

“And you can call me Toji when we’re not fucking.”

(Dividers by @cafekitsune)

reblogs and comments are always appreciated

[bananayuyu]

Making a Mess

Pairing: Mingi x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Being on stage makes Mingi really, really horny. Luckily you're backstage to help him out.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, public sex, unprotected sex, bodily fluids making a mess on the floor...

A/n: Heard an audio on here today and well... my brain started working overtime. I need him to destroy me. My bestie challenged me to write something short finally 😭 hope you enjoy! <3

I wrote a part 2/expansion of this story called Cleaning Up which you can read here!

Read it on ao3

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Being on stage always had an affect on Mingi, one visceral and tangible, obvious even to fans with a keen eye. The lights, the production, the sea of screaming people chanting his name, it all riled him up more than anything. Staring out at the massive arena, the music deafening loud as he rapped through ragged breaths, his nerves were on fire. Exiting the stage he ripped off his jacket, lumbering quickly towards the changing rooms on his way to find you.

You, his companion on tours. His close... friend? Not really. No one asked questions, least of all you two. But you knew why you were here, why he needed you patiently waiting with the rest of the staff, ready to help him at a moment's notice.

"Y/n," Mingi huffs as he busts through the door, his lungs heaving from the heat he's feeling, his makeup making his eyes look dark and demanding. A small smile sneaks onto your lips as you rise, following him out into the hall, a sprinkling of random people wandering past you at varying speeds. You've both been in this arena a few times before, and you know exactly where he's taking you. He's got about seven minutes before he needs to be back onstage again, so it can't be too far. Not that either of you are thinking about that right now. You duck down another small hallway and then his hands are on you, pushing you against the wall by your hips, his open mouth colliding with yours as you both sigh in anticipation, tongues roaming each other's mouths. You can hear a pair of shoes squeaking down the perpendicular hallway, a small golf cart running by somewhere in the distance. You're not really covered here but it doesn't matter. It only adds to everything.

Mingi pulls back with a nip to your lower lip, burying his face in your neck as he snakes his hands underneath your shirt, squeezing over your entire body while biting down, marking you just like he did a few days prior, where a small yellow bruise is still healing. A small yelp escapes your lips at the pain, your entire body buzzing with pleasure as he so aggressively plays with you, making your knees weak. Not wanting you to fall he moves to grab your waist, lifting you up the wall as you wrap your legs around his hips to anchor yourself. At this angle you can feel how hard he is, just like everyone saw moments ago on the big screen.

"Was it a good set?" you ask breathlessly, your faces only inches apart.

"Fuck yeah," he responds before kissing you again, a hand coming to rest behind your head as he pushes into your mouth even further, reveling in the feeling of your warm tongue on his. "Fuck I needed this," he groans, his other hand gripping your hip to help support you, his hips grinding into yours as he tastes your sweet lipgloss, your perfect eyes shut in pleasure as he digs his hand into your soft flesh. Soon he's unbuttoning his pants, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he holds you up with just his hips. He's unzipping hastily, desperately grabbing at his cock to free it, squeezing his shaft as he lines himself up with you. Your exercise shorts are just loose enough, with no underwear underneath of course, for him to push them to the side and reveal your soaking cunt, your body getting worked up long before he came and got you. Shakily he lines himself up with your entrance, his blood pumping through him so fast as he slowly pushes in, the stretch immaculate.

"Fuck, Mingi," you whisper, shocked every time by how big he is, how good it feels. Slowly he starts rocking his hips into yours, your wet pussy making lewd noises echo down the hallway. Moving his hands back to your hips Mingi lifts you just a bit higher, giving him the perfect angle to start fucking you hard, the wet noises replaced by the slapping of skin, over and over and over.

"How are you always so wet?" he groans in your ear, his mouth nipping at your lobe and making you whimper. Pulling back he watches your face from just inches away, loving the way your brows are scrunched up and your mouth hangs open as you try not to moan too loud. Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, your hands still anchoring on his shoulders as he pounds into you even harder, his grip on your hips so strong it will surely leave bruises. Your pussy clenches down on him as he hits your cervix repeatedly, ripping little orgasms out of you over and over, your legs shaky as you hold onto his hips for dear life.

"God, you drive me fucking- fuck- crazy," he whispers in your ear, his cock throbbing from the feeling of your wet walls squeezing down on him. "You cum so fast on my cock," he groans, his head spinning as his climax quickly approaches. You've already fallen over the edge multiple times, your body shaking hard now as you just try to hang on, unable to respond to him as you keep yourself from screaming into the open hall. He's absolutely ravishing you, his movements sloppy as he chases his pleasure, your wetness dripping down onto his pants, the floor. Suddenly his orgasm washes over him, his hips stuttering before coming flush with yours, as he shoots deep inside you, his cum filling you with warmth. It's a lot, too much for your pussy to contain, and small amounts start dribbling out of you already, even with his cock still buried inside you.

"Fuck, what would I do without you," he sighs into your hair, kissing your forehead before moving to your lips. He moves his hands around your back, pulling you up towards him in an embrace as you breathe hard. Your arms rag doll down to your sides as you sigh, your head resting heavy on Mingi's shoulder, and he chuckles. "You good?" he whispers, and you nod your head in response. You nuzzle your face into his neck more, making him pause for just a moment, letting a bit of time pass with you both still entangled.

And then it's finally time for him to slowly pull you off of him, both of you watching as the rest of his cum drips out, down your legs and onto the floor, leaving a small puddle. There's a smirk on his face but your cheeks are bright red with embarrassment, even if this wasn't the first time that's happened. For a brief moment his chest tightens, knowing that you find it a bit mortifying letting him have you so publicly. It's all so hot and so shameful all at once, making you quiet and shy, and with your eyes on the ground your hand on his arm is the only sign that you're still wanting him next to you.

"Come on," he says, helping you start to move the rest of the way down this small hall that had a bathroom at the end of it. This really was the perfect arena for this, given the out-of-the-way private bathroom. You wish all of the arenas they toured had this set up. Your legs wobble as you make your way down, Mingi's hold the only thing from preventing you from falling. And then you're finally there by the door, about to swing it shut when he gently grabs your shoulder turning you around. His eyes are swimming with satisfaction as your face meets his, and he leans down to pull you into a kiss again, this time sweet and gentle.

"Mingi, get your ass back here!" you hear a voice scream from down the hall, the sound sharp from ricocheting off the brick walls. And just like that he's gone down the hallway, running on somewhat shaky legs of his own. But not before planting one final kiss on your nose, making your stomach light with butterflies, your core clenching from the sweetness.

[sweetverine]

orgasm denial with old man! logan.

warnings : nsfw (MDNI), 18+, afab reader, porn without plot, no use of y/n, established relationship, pet names (logan calls reader sweetheart, doll), daddy kink, orgasm denial, pussy spanking (just once :p).

a/n : this has been in my drafts for a while now, this was originally my first post but i decided to change it! i wanted to post it since i don't think i'll post anything else this month. i'm so in love with this old citizen. i need him so bad. again this is short! (like everything i write lmao), english isn't my first language, feel free to correct me if something is wrong, but already, enjoy ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧

logan's thick fingers moved in and out of your tight hole, wet, obscene sounds filled the room along with your sweet moans. the tears kept falling, wetting your flushed cheeks. Your legs were kept open as the movements of his hand didn't hesitate to stop, you could feel yourself melting when his other hand found your neck, squeezing it gently, holding you in place.

“don't cry, doll, daddy's got ya." His hoarse voice with its characteristic smell of tobacco whispered in your ear as he chuckled cruelly.

You arched your back as Logan's fingertips touched that gummy spot inside you, his fingers curling inside you over and over. Your nails dug into the old couch as you already felt like you were touching the cloud nine, your breathing becoming more labored, while your walls flutter around his fingers, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Logan. He knew you were close, you just needed a little push, He gave your throbbing clit some extra stimulation.

The night was long and it really comes as no surprise that Logan won't let you cum as punishment, you were being very bratty today. you were so close, you needed to cum so badly.

your moans in a desperate tone muttering multiple pleasepleaseplease a foolish hope that Logan would give you the long-awaited orgasm.

And just as ecstasy was just around the corner, no, inches away, Logan withdrew his fingers, earning a whine from your lips. Your hips rose upward, trying to get his hand there again, just to get a light, soft slap on your clit, causing you to jump a little on his lap. Your eyes filled with tears again, frustrated, sobbing with a little pout on your face.

"Ya could’ve been a good girl earlier," Logan growled in amusement, running his tongue slowly over his fingers covered in your essence. "But nah, ya had to be a brat.”

You tried to move, to rub against him a little for friction, but Logan simply tightened his grip on your hip, pinning you down. His hard, thick erection pressed against your inner thigh, hot even through the fabric of his pants. Your mouth parted, desire rekindling in your lower belly.

“Ya did good, sweetheart. Now let's go to sleep, ya ain't gettin' any more tonight.” He whispered, While wiping away your constant tears, you felt small now, leaving a bittersweet taste on your tongue, he pulled up your panties leaving you wet and needy, ignoring his desire and yours for the sake of your discipline.

[luveline]

Hiiiiii!!!!!!! I recently got back into criminal minds and devoured all ur hotch fics like a MANIAC (you write. So unbelievably well. Im also in love w ur tasm peter stuff, you are just such a good writer thru and thru) and that one request where Jack calls reader mom for the first time really stuck w me so I was wondering if maybe I could request smth of the opposite? Like not-so-single mom!reader and hotch have been dating for a while and her lil girl calls him dad for the first time :3 🖤🖤

thank you for requesting! 💌 —your daughter calls Hotch dad for the first time. fem, 2k

“Come in, come in!” Hotch says, the door held ajar by his arm, forcing you to squeeze in and save the heat. “Quickly, honey, please, get out of the rain.” 

Sarah bursts in through the door and away from the rain, her vinyl coat covered in raindrops, her boots wet with mud. “Aaron!” she says, pulling it into something softened and excited at once, though her ‘r’s are weak, closer to ‘w’s. “I missed you.” She jumps from one foot to the other. 

He makes sure you’re safely inside before he abandons you. It’s not very kind to you, but he can’t help himself. “Sarah,” he says, without your daughter’s sweetness but heavily fond, “I missed you more, honey. How many days has it been?” 

“Four!” she says, holding up four fingers as Hotch grabs her by the waist. 

He doesn’t mind her wet coat, working an arm around and beneath her to shuck off her muddy shoes. They topple to the ground to unveil damp socks. 

“Oh, no, your socks are wet. I did all the laundry while we were waiting, I have some warm ones for you in the dryer. Should we get you out of this coat?” 

“Where’s Jack?” you ask. 

“Eating. He was starving, couldn’t wait.” 

You kick your shoes off and gather them with Sarah’s to line up by the door. Hotch takes off Sarah’s coat with some one-armed manoeuvring, aware of her smiley gaze following his every move. 

“I,” you say, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek, cold lips to his rough skin, “am gonna go to the toilet really quickly. Hi, handsome.” 

He savours your kiss and watches you go. He owes you a better greeting, he missed you just as much as he missed your girl. For now, he wipes the cold from Sarah’s cheeks and stations her comfortably on his navel. 

He loves her like his own. He’s privileged to get the opportunity, and it’s hard not to feel that low level of awe whenever she’s around, because she loves him the same way. Sarah waits for him to smile before she wraps her arms around his neck, long enough to twine her fingers in the short hair she finds there. 

It’s funny to love someone you had no hand in bringing into the world, but no less real. He’d do anything for Sarah. I miss you doesn��t cover it, but it’s a start. “I missed you,” he murmurs, not well-versed in baby talk but always willing to try for his kids. “It’s so nice to see you. Jack missed you too, should we go see him? I can change your socks.” 

He ushers her back enough to see her. She has such loving eyes, not shy at all as she nods her head. “Can you make crackers?” 

He beams. “Oooh, yes. Crackers and cheese and apple slices, I know what you want, honey. It’s ready for you in the kitchen.” 

Things weren’t easy at first for either you nor Hotch. He works too much, and you both have priorities that can’t be shifted, but the connection between you was easy. Love, undoubtedly, pretty much the moment you met, even if it scared him. He never thought he’d get a second chance and he’s not sure you thought you’d find yours either, and yet loving you has been as helpless as loving your daughter. He doesn’t have a choice and he doesn’t want one. 

In this time, you’ve found routine. He’s introduced the idea of moving in together and you’re excited for it, though concrete plans haven’t been laid. There’s a lot of questions and no need to rush into answering them yet. He has no intentions of letting you go now —Hotch will do anything it takes to keep his small family. 

Today, right now, that’s crackers. 

“Sarah!” Jack says when he sees them, jumping off of his chair to climb on top of it. He holds his hands out and Hotch leans down with a loving laugh to let his son hug her. “You’re back!” 

“I’m back,” she agrees. 

“Do you want some of my sandwiches? Daddy made me two.” 

“Yes!” she says, wiggling to be put down and given what he’s promising. 

Hotch fights to take her to the sink and wash her little hands, to her horror and whining. He says, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you gotta wash your hands before you eat.” 

He puts her in her own chair, and it is Sarah’s chair, outfitted with a big pillow so she can see the table and marked by a pink star sticker, putting a placemat in front of her. Jack quickly pushes one of his sandwiches towards her. “There you go.” 

“Thank you, Jackers,” she says. 

Hotch smiles. Despite their different interests and ages, they’re quick to get along. 

He shouldn’t pry while you’re in the bathroom, but he worries about you. “Honey?” he calls up the stairs. 

“I’m just changing!” 

“Yeah? Can you bring some socks for Sarah, please?” 

You shout back something incomprehensible. He returns to the kitchen, where Sarah looks over the chair with pleading eyes and asks, “Crackers?” a piece of lettuce stuck to her chin. 

“Ah,” he says showfully, turning to the fridge to grab the plate of crackers, sliced cheese, and apples he’d Saran wrapped an hour ago. He peels off the wrapping and places it in front of her. “Here, sweetheart. Do you want anything else? Maybe some chips?” 

She laughs and grabs a piece of apple without answering him. 

“What about you, sweetheart? Drink?” he asks Jack. 

“Yes please, daddy.” 

Hotch makes Jack a cup of orange juice and Sarah a sippy cup, hers diluted some with water. He places them down in front of the kids, crouching between their chairs, intending to stay and chat. “How’s that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to listen for your light footsteps on the stairs.  

“Thanks, daddy,” Jack says. 

“Thank you, daddy,” Sarah echoes, reaching for him. Hotch offers his hand, startled, not quick enough to hide it. She doesn’t pay any mind to his expression, pleased to have her hand held and her big plastic plate of crackers to munch on. 

“Why’d you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” you ask, passing him Sarah’s socks, and rounding the table to stand by Jack's other side. “Hi,” you add, ruffling Jack’s hair, “look at you, gorgeous, you got your hair cut.” 

Hotch rubs Sarah’s knuckles, trying to phrase it, not sure how to tell you with the kids still there. Will Sarah feel embarrassed if he brings it up so swiftly? Will she feel like she’s done something wrong? Will you? 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He decides to present you with the situation. He’s not manipulative, but clever. “Mommy got your socks, too. Can we take these cold ones off, is that okay?” 

“Yes, please,” Sarah says.

You watch in confusion. Hotch gives you a quick look. Trust me for a second. 

He eases the socks off of her feet, laughs when she laughs at his tickling, even if he’s not quite sure how to feel. Happy, he gives her toes a squeeze and bunches a sock up to pull it over her heel and up to her ankle. “One,” he says, repeating the process with the same tenderness. “Two. There we go, all warm again, Sarah.” 

“Thanks, daddy.” 

You breathe in. 

Sarah puts some cheese on a cracker and offers it to Hotch, who eats it while you summon him away with silent parent talk. He kisses her forehead and wipes it clean as he goes. 

“Did she do that when I was upstairs?” you ask quietly. 

Hotch knows you. Loves you, but knows you intrinsically. He knows just by looking at you that you’re happy, but you’re worried about something, and it’s not hard to guess what it is: he might not want Sarah to call him daddy, and telling her not to might break her heart, and yours too. 

“She did.” 

“She’s never… expressed that interest to me.” 

“Sometimes they think about things more than we know.” Jack still surprises him as he did when he was a toddler.

“She just loves you,” you say. 

“I love her. She can call me whatever she wants to.” 

You hold his wrist, taking a step closer to him. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course I’m sure.” He murmurs now you’re close, ducking his head to yours, two halves of the same heart looking at one another’s hands. “I love her more than anything in the world. I want to make her crackers for the rest of my life.” Hotch puts his index finger to the soft skin under your chin. “Maybe by tomorrow she’ll forget she called me daddy and she’ll never say it again, but… I want her to. Is that okay?” he asks. 

You lean up to kiss him and you nod into his lips, which makes it hard but not impossible to kiss back. “She loves you so much,” you say quietly. You’d only wanted a quick peck. 

He might’ve said he loves her more than anything, but there’s a level on which he holds her and Jack where you sit too. He loves you. You made Sarah who she is all by yourself, and you’re so lovable standing in his reach. You’re perfect. 

Maybe he’s feeling sweet because Sarah called him daddy. 

“I think Jack confused her,” he says. 

“Maybe. You are, you know, her dad. You do everything a dad would.” 

Hotch slots his leg between yours and leans back to force you into his favourite kind of hug. You laugh slowly, hug the same, your arms sliding up over his shoulders to wrap behind his head, your hand cupping his hair. 

He closes his eyes and feels your waist. 

“You don’t have to worry,” he says. 

“I don’t worry about you and Sarah, I know you love her. I guess I just worry about us. Not that you don’t love me, Aaron.” 

“Big changes,” he guesses in a whisper. 

“Big changes.” 

He encourages you away to hold your face. He hopes that waiting with you in quiet for a while can explain it better than words. 

Your shoulders finally relax. 

[moonstruckme]

hi honey! this is quite a personal ask and it's a very touchy subject so if you don't want to write it that's perfectly fine!

I recently found out I'm infertile and won't be able to have biological children- I would love it if you wrote something with poly!marauders comforting a reader whose always wanted biological children but finds out she's infertile?

no pressure because this is a sensitive topic- but it would mean the world if you do x

Hi lovely, I'm so sorry about how jarring that must be for you. Thanks for your request <3

cw: grief related to infertility

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 626 words

You hadn’t cried when you found out. It had been a slow, seeping revelation. A shock you don’t know how to get past. So it comes as a surprise when, after sharing the news with your boyfriends, tears spill from your eyes. 

Sirius moves first, as he often does, his arms wrapping tight around your middle. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you to his chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 

You don’t know if it’s a loss for him the way it is for you; you never really got around to talking about it, and now it’s a moot point. You appreciate the sentiment anyway. Remus’ hand has been on your knee since you’d sat them down on the couch, a comfort for whatever difficult conversation he sensed was coming, but he’s still now, in shock as you have been. On Sirius’ other side, you hear a dismayed breath go out of James. 

“I’m sorry, too,” you whimper. Sirius doubles down on the comfort, arms a vice and mushing kiss after heavy kiss into your hair while you weep. 

“Hey,” says James, gently. His hand comes to rest on your back, big enough to touch both shoulder blades. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s going to be okay.” 

“Jamie,” Remus murmurs. 

“It is, lovely. If you really want it, we’ll figure something out.” 

“But we don’t need to do that today.” Remus’ tone is at once stern and gentle. His pinkie makes a couple of short strokes over your leg. “I know how much it meant to you to have kids on your own, dovey,” he says, softer. “I’m sorry.” 

James sounds wounded. “I only meant that we’re with you. Or that we’re here for you, you know. Whatever you need.” 

You pick your head up from Sirius’ chest. Sirius allows it, though by the way his hands tighten on you only just, so that you can give James a watery smile. 

“I know,” you tell him. And you do. It’ll all be alright in the end is the motto James lives by; whatever the opposite of a defeatist is, your sweetheart boyfriend is that all over. But you only want to be sad right now. It’s a new sort of mourning for you, mourning a future you’ve never known and now you can’t have. “It’s okay, I get it.” 

James’ expression is already creased with sympathy, but at your teary eyes he starts to look like he may cry, too. “I love you,” he says, squeezing your shoulder softly. “We’ve got you, you know that.” 

You nod, because you do. You feel it like a pleasant weight right now, just in the center of your hurt. 

Sirius has begun swaying you gently, his lips pressed to your head like he plans simply to leave them there. “What do you want to do, sweetness? Just for now, what do you need?” 

You try to clear your throat, but your voice still comes out fractured. “I don’t know.” 

“It’s okay to just be sad,” says Remus. His voice has dropped to a soothing timbre, like logs crackling in a fireplace or the sea shushing over rock. “If you want to just stay here for a while, or cry some more, that’s perfectly alright.” 

His understanding draws another sob out of you, your face going back to Sirius’ chest as you give into grief. 

“Oh, my love.” Sirius hugs you even tighter, and then a second pair of arms comes around you, James hugging you both. Remus’ touch moves up your leg as you feel the couch dip closer to you, his lips pressing to the side of your head a moment later. You feel engulfed by love and caring. “I’m sorry, lovely,” Sirius whispers against your hairline. “We’ve got you.” 

[mxnhoo]

dangerous (l. hs)

✎ lee heeseung x reader genre kissing, blowing vape air into one's mouth, experienced boy x unexperienced girl trope, strawberry flavoued air, first kiss, reader has like 0 experience at all, not poofread cos a girlie just wants to write - get the idea off her head - sleep warnings ALMOST smut, vaping, nicotine (duh), hee wants to corrupt her lowk word count 905 cly's note i think this is different from what i usually write but i saw a tiktok with this idea and i couldn't stop thinking about it even during work. HENCE i am staying up to actually write it so i can get it OUF MY HEAD. i hate the thought of smoking/vaping but isn't this so hot omg. plus i've been so inactive i'm so sorry, so here's a proper fic i've written in a while (though it is short)

now playing heaven and back - chase atlantic

You breathed heavily, your eyelids heavy as you continued to stare at Heeseung, who layed below you. The room was dimly lit, the only light source coming from the lamp on your study table. You can't even explain how you got into this situation with Heeseung, your best friend — how you were sitting on Heeseung's lap, him being shirtless and just vaping in front of you. Though you've always known that he was quite literally the opposite of you, you and him remained as close friends regardless, and today you were seeing him in a different way.

Your chest moved rapidly, a new gush of unfamiliar feelings taking over you as you observed him taking another puff from his vape device. He exhaled and blew the air away from you, hitting the back of his head against the headboard afterwards, staring at you.

A strong strawberry scent took over the room, the sweetness making you want to melt into him. Despite the fact that he was the only one that was shirtless and that you were hovering over him, you still felt vulnerable, feeling unsure as to what to do next and anxious that you might fuck things up somehow.

He smirked seeing the state you were in, clearly enjoying the view of you. He was aware about how you were so naive and pure — you haven't kissed, smoked, vaped, or even fucked — and Heeseung just wanted to be there to open the new world to you. He wanted to check off every single thing off from the list, since he knew best how untouched you were. He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to corrupt you.

He blew air up to his forehead, lifting the bangs away and he threw his head back, making himself more comfortable and showing his featuers off even more, especially his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone.

You couldn't explain it, but everything about him just felt so.. hot at the moment. You've never felt this way for anyone, but the way he was looking at you with such predator gaze, the way his exposed chest was moving up and down, the way he held his vape with his thumb and middle finger, his collarbone and neck, and even more.

"Say, you haven't fucked around nicotone like at all, right?" Heeseung questioned, his voice raspy after taking a huff of his strawberry-flavoured vape.

You shook your head and bit your lip, almost feeling humiliated that you haven't tried anything at all, and that for your entire life, you've stayed away from these things. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze, overthinking that he probably thought you were a loser.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, interlocking eyes with yours once again and he smirked, "Wanna take a step into my world?".

Your heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling thrilled at the thought of doing something you've always strayed away from. You stuttered, "O-okay".

He turned his neck downwards to look at you properly before flicking his middle and ring finger, gesturing for you to lean closer to him. You were already sitting on his lap as he layed down, and the closeness and warmth was driving you wild. You'd never experienced something like this before, only simple hand-holding and cheek kisses.

"I won't bite," he reassured, his voice still sounding dark, but you finally started to lean closer to him. Your hands inevitably rested on his bare chest, his chest muscles and abs feeling hard and the way he hitched his breath when you touched him didn't go unnoticed.

You were finally leaning closer to him, your hair falling forward as he nodded in approval, "Want a taste of my vape? Strawberry flavour, you'll like it". You nodded and he chuckled, bringing the vape to his mouth and taking another huff, making you slightly confused. Was he not going to hand the vape over to you?

You wanted to ask until you confirmed that he wasn't. He grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you even closer, his eyelids halfway open as he started to blow the air into your mouth. You immediately inhaled the air, tasting the sweetness of the air and suddenly feeling hot as your heart rate starts to increase.

You only stared at his lips as he blowed the vape air into your mouth, only wishing it was on yours, and he immediately noticed, immediately closing the gap between both of your mouths and smirking as he could feel you immediately snap back to reality from the sudden kiss.

He immediately pulled back, his thoughts feeling hazy as he is met with your half-fucked up face, chuckling that you were already half-spent when you did practically nothing other than share a huff and kiss for a second. "Did I take your first kiss?" he genuinely questioned, observing as you recovered from the kiss and puff.

"You did," you remained quiet before continuing, "I expect you to take my second, third and more".

"Is that a challenge?" he raised his eyebrows, clearly liking your boldness and the idea of kissing you as many times as he wanted.

"Maybe it is? Maybe it isn't?" you shrugged.

His face immediately darkened, the smirk on his face growing deeper, "I never back down a challenge". He put his hand behind your head to push you closer to him, causing your lips to clash once again.

watch out we pop out~ let's fill up some dopamine~ (if u understand ily)