#i'll gif the goodbye kiss later

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny and Jason kissing behind the gym.

Danny pulling back: Hey, do you know Batman?

Jason, 15 and panicking: No, why do you ask?

Danny: It would be better if you knew him, then him just following you around for no reason.

Jason: What?

Danny: Don't make it obvious, but he's watching us.

Jason: What? *Turns around*

Bruce:

Jason: omg he's so embarrassing.

Danny: I mean the word I would use is odd, maybe even horrifying if you don't know him, but he usually just stands in the background making angry noises so I'm sure he's harmless.

Jason: Usually!?

Danny: Yeah, he's been following us around since we started dating. You haven't noticed?

Jason: No!

Danny: Really? Can't you feel his hate when he glares at us?

Jason: obviously not!

Danny: Huh. I thought he was homophonic, but maybe it's just me he hates. Hmmmm. We should kiss more to test it.

Jason: No! Look, I have to get to class and make a call to my dad. I'll see you later

Danny: Okay but Batman is making threatening motions with one of his throwing knifes so I may be found dead in a ditch later. Can I have one last kiss goodbye?

Jason: No

Danny: I guess I'll die.

[mcrdvcks]

afterglow

summary: Matt is used to you—your routine in the morning, your humming while cooking. But one day, you stop, sending him into a spiral. word count: 2.8k+ pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader notes: i don't know where this came from, i just knew i needed soft, protective matt who's in love and married. also the tags give a little away, lol warnings/tags: slight angst, a little miscommunication (or rather none? it's a surprise), fluff, mention of pregnancy, protective!matt

Matt woke slowly, awareness settling over him in layers—the gentle hum of the city waking up outside, the familiar warmth of the sheets beside him, the quiet shuffle of your footsteps. He smiled softly, turning slightly in anticipation of the ritual he'd grown to love.

Every morning, without fail, you'd lean over, your breath warm against his cheek, murmuring a quiet goodbye before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Except today, you didn't.

He waited a heartbeat longer, then another, a crease forming between his brows. The sound of your footsteps moved farther away, toward the front door, the jangle of keys loud and grating in the unexpected silence.

“Y/N?” he called out softly, confused. “Everything okay?”

A brief pause, then your voice floated back, strangely distant, slightly distracted. “Yeah, Matt. Everything’s fine. I—I just have to go. I'll see you later, alright?”

He listened intently, straining to read between the lines, but your heartbeat was steady, calm. Nothing to suggest anger or distress, just... preoccupation.

Before he could respond, the door closed quietly behind you, the latch clicking with a heavy finality that settled uncomfortably in his chest.

Matt stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly aware of how empty the apartment felt without your voice to fill it. It was strange—disturbing, even—how quickly he’d grown accustomed to you, to the soft murmurs of your laughter, your whispered reassurances, your casual chatter about your day. He’d never intended to become this dependent, this attached again.

The minutes ticked by, and he reluctantly forced himself to stand, shaking off the uneasy feeling in his gut. You're fine, he reminded himself. It's nothing.

But the nagging thought lingered, refusing to leave him alone. You never left without a goodbye kiss. Never.

He tried to go about his morning—coffee brewing, shower warming—but everything felt off. The rooms echoed in your absence, the silence more pronounced than usual, more uncomfortable.

By the time Foggy walked into the office later that morning, Matt was already restless, fingers tapping absently against his desk.

“You alright, buddy?” Foggy asked cautiously, stopping in the doorway. “You're doing the pacing thing.”

Matt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his red lenses. “It's nothing. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah, right,” Foggy said slowly, unconvinced. “Want to talk about it?”

Matt hesitated, lips pressing into a thin line before he finally admitted quietly, “It's just... Y/N left in a hurry this morning. Didn't say goodbye like usual.”

Foggy snorted softly, leaning against the doorframe. “You mean she didn’t give you your customary farewell kiss? Tragedy strikes Nelson, Murdock, and Page. Should I call CNN?”

“Foggy,” Matt warned lightly, irritation tinging his voice. “I know it sounds trivial—”

“Hey, it’s not trivial,” Foggy cut him off gently, stepping closer, his tone softening. “Not to you. And if it bothers you that much, maybe you should just ask?”

Matt sighed deeply, leaning back against the desk. He didn’t want to admit just how much it bothered him—how your silence felt more painful than any physical blow. He’d promised himself he'd never become this vulnerable again, never let someone’s absence affect him so intensely.

But here he was, unraveling at the mere lack of your whispered goodbye.

Foggy cut through his thoughts. “Also, Karen’s not coming in today. Said somethin’ personal came up.”

Matt straightened slightly, his brow creasing again. "Personal? Did she say anything else?"

Foggy shook his head, moving toward his own desk. "Nope. Just that it was important. Why? Think it's related to Y/N?"

Matt hesitated, shifting uneasily. "I don't know. Just feels weird. Karen usually gives more details."

"True," Foggy said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Or maybe they went out shopping or something. Who knows? You know girls—they have secrets we mere mortals aren't allowed to understand."

Matt sighed softly, rubbing at his temple. "Maybe."

Foggy watched him closely for a moment before offering gently, "Listen, if it's bugging you this much, just call her."

Matt shook his head firmly, mouth tightening. "No. It's probably nothing. I'm overthinking this."

"Yeah, because you never overthink things," Foggy teased gently. "Look, just promise me you'll ask her about it tonight, alright?"

Matt hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'll talk to her."

"Good," Foggy said decisively, dropping into his chair. "Now, can we please do some actual work around here?"

Matt smiled faintly, but his mind stayed firmly fixed on you—wondering where you'd gone, what you hadn't told him, and why that sudden distance between you felt like a rapidly widening canyon.

---

In the sterile brightness of the doctor's office, you sat quietly beside Karen, fingers nervously drumming against your knee.

"You alright?" Karen asked softly, nudging you gently. "You've barely said a word since we got here."

You gave her a small, nervous smile. "Sorry, just—thinking."

Karen tilted her head slightly, studying your expression carefully. "Is there a reason you haven't told Matt you're here?"

You hesitated, eyes downcast. "It's... complicated."

Karen sighed patiently. "Y/N, it's Matt. He adores you. Whatever's going on, he'll understand."

"I know," you admitted softly, glancing away. "I just don't want to get his hopes up, you know? Especially if it's nothing."

Karen squeezed your hand reassuringly. "Well, whatever happens, I'm here."

You relaxed slightly, grateful for her presence. "Thanks, Karen."

The door opened gently, and Dr. Reed stepped inside, clipboard in hand. Her smile was warm, calming. "Y/N, sorry for the wait."

You sat up straighter, heart suddenly pounding. "No worries. So...?"

Dr. Reed's smile grew brighter as she nodded. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."

Your breath caught sharply, a sudden rush of relief and nerves flooding through you. "Oh, wow. Really?"

"Really," Dr. Reed confirmed warmly. "You're about five weeks along. Everything looks good so far. Any questions?"

You blinked slowly, mind still spinning. "No—um, not yet."

"Take your time," the doctor said gently. "Make sure to schedule your next appointment at reception before you leave."

"Thank you," you whispered, still in a daze.

Karen waited until the doctor left the room, then turned to you with a wide smile. "Oh my god, Y/N! Congratulations!"

You laughed softly, the sound shaky, but happy. "Thank you."

"So," Karen asked cautiously, watching your face. "Are you gonna tell Matt tonight?"

You hesitated, biting your lip. "I—I want to surprise him. I need some time to figure it out."

Karen gave you a knowing look. "Alright. But don't wait too long. Matt picks up on things faster than most people."

You nodded quietly, a faint smile touching your lips. "I know."

---

You stepped into the apartment quietly that evening, heartbeat steady but slightly quicker than normal. Matt was already home, sitting on the couch, head turned toward you at your entrance. "Hey," he greeted quietly, carefully neutral.

You crossed the room, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Hi."

He tensed slightly, barely perceptible. "You left early this morning."

You winced inwardly, keeping your voice casual. "Yeah, I had an appointment."

"Oh," Matt said softly. He paused, clearly waiting for more. When you didn’t continue, he cleared his throat. "Everything okay?"

You settled beside him, hesitating only slightly before nodding. "Yeah. Everything’s good."

Matt's jaw tightened briefly. "You sure? You've been... quiet today."

You reached over, squeezing his hand gently. "Just a busy day, Matt. I promise."

He sighed softly, nodding slowly. "Alright."

You could sense the faint distance in his voice, and guilt twisted uncomfortably in your chest. You had no idea your quietness was hitting him this hard, but you needed time to plan how you'd break the news. A pregnancy was big—life-changing—and you wanted to do it right.

"So," you said softly, changing the topic gently. "How was your day?"

He tilted his head slightly, voice carefully neutral again. "Fine."

You squeezed his hand again, leaning gently against him. "Just fine?"

Matt sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple, clearly trying to relax. "Better now."

You smiled softly, reassured. Soon you'd tell him everything. For now, though, you allowed yourself to enjoy the comfort of Matt's presence, blissfully unaware of how deeply he'd felt your silence that morning.

For now, the secret could wait. Just a little longer.

---

The next morning, Matt woke up earlier than usual, awareness pulling him awake slowly. He lay still for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo lingering faintly on the pillow. Turning toward your side of the bed, he realized you weren’t there, again.

He sat up, rubbing at his face, trying to shake the uneasy feeling settling deep in his chest.

He dressed quickly, fingers brushing along the familiar surfaces of the apartment. Something about the air felt different, emptier somehow.

He moved toward the kitchen, listening for the comforting sounds of your usual morning routine—the gentle humming, the low hiss of the coffee maker—but instead was met with silence.

“Y/N?” Matt called out softly, brows knitting together in confusion.

“Right here,” your voice answered, coming from across the room. You sounded distracted, a little hurried.

Matt stepped closer to you, hand finding your shoulder gently. “No coffee today?”

You paused, body stilling slightly under his touch. “Oh—right, I’m sorry. I got caught up in something. Let me put it on real quick—”

“No, it’s okay,” Matt interrupted quietly, pulling back slightly, unable to keep the slight edge from his voice. “I can do it myself.”

“Matt,” you said softly, picking up on his unease, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“It’s fine,” he said quietly, attempting to soften his tone. “Just surprised me, that’s all.”

You hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to explain and needing to maintain your surprise. After a beat, you squeezed his hand lightly. “I have to head out a bit earlier today. I’ll see you tonight, alright?”

He nodded slowly, listening to the rustle of you gathering your things. “Yeah, okay.”

A moment of silence passed between you before you stepped closer, your fingers brushing against his cheek lightly. You leaned up, pressing a soft, careful kiss to his lips. It was brief, different somehow, as though you were holding yourself back.

“Have a good day,” you murmured gently.

Matt swallowed quietly. “You too.”

When the apartment door clicked shut behind you, he remained standing there, heart heavy with uncertainty.

---

Matt was restless by the time he got to the office, his steps heavier than usual. As soon as he entered, Foggy spoke up from his desk, sounding a bit concerned.

“Morning, sunshine. You okay?”

Matt only sighed in response, shrugging out of his coat. “Just tired.”

Foggy was silent for a beat before cautiously adding, “And Y/N?”

“Left early again,” Matt answered quietly, his voice carrying a weight that Foggy recognized immediately.

Before Foggy could respond, the office door opened, and Karen stepped inside. “Morning, guys,” she greeted warmly.

Foggy smiled at her. “Glad to see you’re back. Everything okay yesterday?”

Karen paused briefly, her eyes flickering toward Matt. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just helping out a friend.”

Matt’s head lifted slightly, his attention fully focused on Karen now. “A friend?”

Karen cleared her throat gently, moving to her desk. “Just something she needed moral support for. Nothing big.”

Matt went very still, realization dawning slowly. “Y/N?”

Karen hesitated, clearly unsure how much she could say. “Matt, it’s not—”

“Is something wrong with her?” Matt interrupted quickly, a sharper edge creeping into his voice. “Did she ask you to keep it from me?”

Karen sighed softly, choosing her words carefully. “She’s fine. Completely fine, I promise.”

Foggy, picking up on the tense atmosphere, spoke gently. “Hey, buddy, maybe just ask Y/N about it directly? She’ll tell you, I’m sure.”

Matt shook his head, frustration slipping into his tone. “That’s the thing—she hasn’t. She’s been acting distant, distracted. Now she’s going to you instead of me. If something’s going on—”

“Matt,” Karen cut in softly, firmly, “it’s nothing bad. Trust her, okay? She loves you.”

Matt was quiet for a long moment before nodding slowly, exhaling deeply. “Right. Yeah, okay.”

Karen exchanged a glance with Foggy, clearly wishing she could say more.

But Matt sat heavily in his chair, frustration gnawing at the edges of his thoughts, because he knew Karen was right. He did trust you. Completely. But the small, unsettling changes, your silence, your distance—it all felt painfully familiar, like the calm before the inevitable storm.

---

It was evening when Matt finally made his way back home, standing quietly outside the apartment door for a moment. He paused, breathing in deeply, his senses flooded with familiarity—the scent of garlic and spices wafting from inside, the soft melody of your voice humming along gently with a quiet song playing from your phone.

He relaxed slightly, your calm voice comforting him more than he cared to admit. Maybe he'd been overreacting after all. He opened the door slowly, stepping inside.

The moment the latch clicked shut behind him, the soft humming stopped abruptly.

"Matt," you greeted quietly, clearly startled. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Hey," he said carefully, sensing the immediate shift in your demeanor. He set his cane aside, turning toward you hesitantly. "Smells good. You've been busy?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd make dinner tonight," you replied softly, a forced casualness in your voice. You moved away, turning down the music. "It'll be ready soon."

Matt felt his shoulders tighten at the sudden distance in your voice, and he stepped closer, gently catching your wrist as you brushed past him. "Y/N, wait."

You stopped, body stiffening. "Matt?"

He hesitated, his voice suddenly thick with a quiet insecurity he rarely allowed himself to show. "Did I—did I do something?"

You froze, heartbeat quickening. "What? No, Matt, of course not."

He shook his head slowly, his voice quiet, unsure. "You've been pulling away, and if I've upset you, I—"

You felt the guilt pierce deeply at his words, your vision blurring with tears despite your best efforts. Your voice shook slightly as you interrupted, "Matt, that's not it at all."

He paused immediately, sensing the faint tremor in your breath, the subtle hitch in your heartbeat. Realization hit sharply when he felt the slight warmth of tears slip silently down your cheek.

His hands rose instinctively, gently cupping your face, thumb carefully brushing away the tears. "Sweetheart, you're crying. What's wrong?"

You shook your head softly, voice trembling. "I—I wanted to surprise you. But I messed it all up, and now you're mad at me, and—"

"I'm not mad," Matt said quickly, gently pulling you into him. "I'm just confused. Please, Y/N, tell me what's going on."

You took a shaky breath, leaning into his touch, voice muffled against his shirt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry."

"It's okay," he murmured gently, holding you close. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Just talk to me."

You nodded softly, calming yourself before pulling away slightly. You took a steadying breath, gently pulling his hand with you. "Come here. I have something for you."

Matt followed quietly, confusion and curiosity flickering across his face. You led him to the kitchen counter, carefully placing the small box you'd prepared earlier into his hands.

He paused, fingers slowly running over the smooth cardboard. His brow knitted together in confusion. "What is it?"

You smiled softly, heart fluttering nervously. "Open it."

Carefully, Matt opened the lid, gently feeling around inside. His fingers brushed the soft fabric inside, tiny buttons and sleeves of the little baby onesie beneath his fingertips. Realization crashed into him abruptly, his breath hitching sharply in his chest.

"Y/N," he whispered hoarsely, voice choked with emotion. "Are you—?"

You bit your lip nervously, tears pricking your eyes again, this time from relief and happiness. "Yeah. I'm pregnant, Matt. We're having a baby."

He stood utterly still for a long moment, absorbing your words, before a radiant, disbelieving smile slowly spread across his face. "A baby? Really?"

You nodded, laughing softly through your tears. "Really."

Matt let out a breathless laugh of disbelief and joy, quickly wrapping you into a tight embrace, pressing soft, urgent kisses against your temple and cheeks.

"You had me worried," he whispered shakily, voice filled with relief. "I thought—"

"I'm so sorry," you said softly, holding him tightly. "I didn't mean to make you worry."

Matt shook his head gently, smiling warmly against your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. This—this is the best surprise you could've given me."

He cupped your cheek gently, thumb brushing away lingering tears as he pressed his forehead softly against yours, voice filled with warmth and quiet awe. "We're having a baby."

You smiled gently, your heart finally calming as the misunderstanding melted away. "We are."

And for the first time in days, everything felt perfectly right again.

[paracosmic-murdock]

give you my wild, give you a child

john arrives at the tower with his son for the weekend thanks to the custody arrangements and is greeted with a last minute mission. as a favor, you helped him with taking care of his toddler while he was gone, which altered bucky's brain chemistry to the point of insanity. because it sure was insanity to look at you and picture you with one of those but that belonged to you and him; it was insanity because he believed he could never give you the peace you deserve. but there you were, of course, to kiss his insecurities goodbye.

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x new avenger!reader

warnings/tags: established relationship, insecure bucky barnes, reader is a speedster like the flash and quicksilver, i made up a name for john's son, his kid is younger here than he actually should be according to mcu timing but idgaf, bucky has baby fever he's fighting to end, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, breakup and reconciliation, reader is good with children, reader wants to be a mother in the future, both reader and bucky want to have a family, but it's more complicated than that, song: peace (taylor swift)

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✰ mila's anthology (main masterlist)

It all started when John took a bullet for you. Now, you owed him your life and said you would do him a big favor as payback if he ever needed you.

That's how you ended up being the mediator between him and Olivia, his ex-wife, in the shared custody arrangements. You went with him to pick Nathan, his toddler son, spoke to Olivia on his behalf whenever he had a last minute mission and couldn't take care of the baby on his weekend, or just about anything because their relationship was appalling.

You used to tease him, saying he calculated the whole thing so you could owe him one. In reality, and when he would just bring your favorite dessert to thank you, you just tell him that you would have done that even if you didn't owe him your life. He laughs and thanks you again.

One time, Olivia was adamant that John had to keep Nathan for that weekend since, for the last two times, he had missions and couldn't have him.

And it happened again.

“Mel, I can't go,” John told Valentina's assistant. “I have my son for the weekend.”

“I get it, I'm sorry, but Val-”

You sighed. “I'll go in his place, let him stay.”

Mel shook his head. “Sorry, Val said-”

“I know it's not your fault, but can you please-”

“She said it had to be John because he knows the target already.” she told you.

“Okay,” John nodded. “I guess I'll talk to Olivia.”

“Great,” Mel smiled and continued detailing the mission, clearly in a nicer tone than Valentina's usual.

Once the meeting was over, you stopped John before he left the briefing room.

“John,” you called him. “I'll stay with Nathan, we'll figure it out later.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You must’ve your stuff.”

“Don't worry, it's just filling out some mission reports. I can do that while he naps,” You smiled. “And he's a little angel, you know he never gives problems.”

“God, I don't think I can accept that.”

You shook your head. “It's okay, remember what Olivia said.”

“Yeah, yeah, but-” He groaned tiredly. “Thank you for this.”

“You're welcome.” You curved your lips in a kind smile.

“You called me, doll?”

You looked up and hushed him softly to show him the baby was asleep in your arms. “Yeah, baby, thanks for coming. I need your help.”

“Is that John's kid? Why are you babysitting?” Bucky asked in a lower volume, taking a seat on the couch next to you in the rocking chair.

“Valentina had John go on a mission last minute, but if he called Olivia to ask her if she can have him again, she'll change the custody situation and he might not be able to see Nathan much. Or at all, so I offered to take care of him for the weekend and take him back on Monday… He's been working so hard for this and I wanna help him however I can.”

“You're telling Olivia?”

“Up to John,” You shrugged. “It's like a dad leaving their kid under the care of their auntie Y/N.”

Bucky nodded. “One wouldn't believe that's John's kid. So peaceful.”

You pouted. “Sure he is… my little baby.”

“What do you need me for, then, doll?” he asked, a soft expression on his face at the sight of you, there, acting as if you were in your natural habitat.

“I wanted to ask you for a favor, of course if it's okay with you… Could you take Nate's crib to our room for the weekend?”

“To our room? Why don't you use the camera thing?”

“He's still getting used to this new environment, not to mention that he doesn't come very often. I don't want him to feel alone in John's room without his dad.”

“What if he cries and all that?”

You sighed. “Buck, if it bothers you, I'll sleep in John's room with the baby.”

“No, no, it's fine,” Bucky replied. “I've never been so close to a baby, that's all.”

“Wanna carry him while I look for the diaper bag with his things? He's a little too heavy but I don't want him alone.”

He raised his eyebrow, hesitant to answer. “Something tells me you're too attached.”

You hushed him. “This is my baby for the weekend. All mine. Don't ever tell John I said that.”

“Okay, give it to me,” Bucky opened his arms to carry Nathan.

“It?”

“You know what I mean.”

A soft laugh left your lips and you gave him the kid. Nathan stirred a little, and Bucky made a panicked grin at the thought of the baby waking up and crying in his arms. “Uncle Bucky is gonna take care of you while I get your stuff… Will you take care of Uncle Bucky for me, too, my baby?”

“He's asleep and doesn't understand what you're saying.”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes.

You wouldn't lie: seeing Bucky carrying Nathan made your uterus explode. You were probably ovulating because your mind was plagued with ideas you wouldn't entertain otherwise.

Either way, his faux reluctance was almost ridiculous… It was clear that he was carrying the two-year-old with a tenderness rare to watch in a man his size, and it was making you melt.

“What am I seeing?” Ava asked, appearing suddenly from the wall. You flinched.

“We're-” you began talking, trying to say you're babysitting John's child as you said before.

Instead, Yelena spoke from the other side of the room while eating cereal. “They're clearly playing house.”

“We're not,” Bucky declared, irritated, giving you the baby back. “I'll do what you asked.”

You smiled and held Nathan tighter, rushing to John's room where Bucky would be to pick the crib.

“Yeah, John, he's doing great,” you said through the phone, watching The Backyardigans with Nathan on your lap. “Don't worry.”

“This is killing me, I need to get back,”

“I need you to be at peace with this,” you replied after letting out a frustrated sigh. “I had Bucky move Nate's crib to my room so he wouldn't be alone at night. I spend every passing second with him, I take speedy showers while he sleeps, and I'm back to him in like a millisecond. He's never alone, I think he's not used to this place yet and I don't want him-”

“I appreciate so much what you're doing, but you're making him consume you completely and that's not good for you,” John noted. “Also, you're making him codependent.”

You scoffed. “Come on, don't be like that!”

“I'm sorry. I am so grateful for this but I just don't want to stop your life for a favor you're doing,”

“Think of it as an appetizer to motherhood for when I have my own children.”

John chuckled. “Oh, tell that to Bucky.”

“Not telling Bucky is a better one.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Don't even mention it, dad,” You smirked.

You heard him groan in annoyance. You could even feel him rolling his eyes. “Could you send some pics of Nate so I know he's safe and sound?”

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed. “Now go to work, you're making me miss the pizzeria in the ancient Mexico episode.”

“You're not serious,”

“I so am.” You hung up the call and straightened Nate's position.

You looked up and spotted Bucky staring at you from afar.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Bucky frowned and walked to you. “I can't look at you now? You're my girlfriend, may I remind you.”

“Well, you can look every once in a while, not stare like you're a lioness plotting how to kill your prey, me, and feed me to your family.”

“I can't do that because we're sharing our room now, but I will on Monday right after you drop the baby with his mother.”

“After we drop him. You're driving, sir.” You smiled, already excited to see him with the baby, acting like a whole dad in front of you. It's important for you to see how well he plays the role, since you do want to be a mother and you don't really want your baby's father to be someone that's not Bucky.

“I don't owe John my life unlike you, it's better if you leave that to him when he's back. Or at least leave me out of it.”

“Well, I said I'd do it. Nathan has to be with his mom before she goes to work in the morning, and I don't know if John will be here by then,” you replied.

“Aren't you doing a little too much? That's not your child.”

You sighed. “I know he's not my child, but he is my responsibility for the weekend. It won't kill me to take him back home.”

“I know, but I think it's too much.”

“I'm taking care of him as if he were mine, so whatever I do is the bare minimum, Bucky, not too much. This is like… an introduction to motherhood.” You looked at the kid fondly and then back at Bucky. “And I'm lov-”

“Doll, you're not a mom and you won't-”

You rolled your eyes before he finished the sentence, genuinely dreading the end of it. “You know what, Bucky? Just go. I'll call an Uber or whatever. And I'll be taking the crib back to John's room and I'll sleep there if it bothers you so fucking much. If you won't help, at least don't get in my goddamn way.”

“That's not what I meant, doll,”

“But sure it is what it sounded like.”

Before he could say anything more, you turned off the TV and rushed to John's room with the baby. Nathan laughed once he saw himself somewhere else that suddenly.

It made you smile warmly and wonder whether or not it would be a good idea for your future kids to be speedsters like yourself. A small part of you stopped worrying about the supersoldier part, which you hated to see happening.

To clear your mind, you took the pictures of Nathan that John asked for and sent them to him.

You: He's the cutest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You: I love him sm 🥹

John: He is

John: Thanks for this

You: Don't worry ab that

You: I'll put him to sleep for his afternoon nap :)) Take care

John: Thank you ❤️

“What if we go to sleep now?”

Nathan frowned.

“You know you have no choice. It's nap time.”

Bucky was in the kitchen, watching a food tutorial on his phone that explained step by step how to make apple compote for Nathan as an attempt to make it up to you.

He wasn't meaning to be rude at all, he just wanted to see you with the baby the least possible because he was getting weird ideas. You truly looked the happiest you've been in a while, at ease. The baby got along with you very well, as if you were his mother, and his laughter mixed with yours always lit up the room. He even catches himself smiling fondly at the sight, imagining you with one that belongs to you and him.

But that couldn't be.

He would be lying if he said he didn't want a family with you, but he knows that there must be peace to have a family.

And peace? He doesn't have it in himself to give you peace. In his perspective, you were always the one to give, and him the one to take. And he can't spend the rest of your lives taking so much from you without giving anything back at all.

“Let me know when you're done in the kitchen,” Bucky heard you say as you saw him and then tried to leave, clearly not wanting to share space after what happened.

“I- uh… I'm about to finish,” he replied before you left. “I'm making Nate an apple compote. Wanna try it?”

You frowned, surprised, but approached Bucky.

He smiled softly and offered you a new spoon filled with the food; you accepted it, taking a hesitant taste of the compote.

“It's good,” you curved your lips weakly. “He'll like it, thanks. I can take it from here, though, so you don't have to do more.”

“No, look, I-��� Bucky exhaled tiredly, turning the stove off. “I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning to be rude or upset you, I just chose the wrong words.”

“An honest mistake, I guess.”

He nodded slightly. “I think we have to talk about this.”

“Can we leave this conversation for later? I am exhausted and the last thing I need right now is for you to keep choosing the wrong words.”

“Yeah, sorry,” He sighed and covered the pot. “Here's the compote.”

“Thanks.”

As you finished dressing Nathan to take him back to his mom, you couldn't help but feel a bit sad at the thought of not having him for a while. Like, two weeks.

Bucky was right: you got too attached.

John was right: you are now codependent.

And you also got too involved. You even got a potty for him and started training him.

“I'll miss you so much,” You kissed his forehead and carried him in one arm and the diaper bag in the other. “But your dad is gonna bring you back soon and we'll play again, and watch cartoons…”

You noticed the Uber was already outside, so you left John's room.

“Where're you going?” Bucky asked as he saw you pressing the elevator's button.

“I told you I'd take Nate to his mom's today,” you answered, your voice serious. A bit passive-aggressive if anything.

He pursed his lips. “Alright, let's go, I'll take you.”

“There's a car waiting, Bucky,” you explained. “And you already said you wouldn't take us, so why do you care all of the sudden, huh? You don't have to get involved in any of this.”

“I just want to help, come on,”

“No, you don't wanna help, you just want to be on my good side again,” you accused him, seeing the elevator door open. “We'll talk when I get back.”

“Doll-”

“Don't call me that, Bucky. Not now.”

He nodded and took a step back, giving you space.

And knowing he had cosmically fucked up.

You spent the whole day out: ran some errands, had lunch with Mel, visited Pepper and Morgan in the afternoon, and then went back home.

When you returned to the Avengers Tower, everyone was gathered. John and Alexei had arrived from the mission not too long ago.

“Hey,” John stood up to receive you. “There's nothing I can do to thank you enough for this.”

You smiled. “It's okay, John. That's what friends are for.”

“Not at all,”

“Of course, Yelena would've done it.”

“No, I wouldn't have.”

John shrugged. “See? Just tell me what I can do.”

“I'll let you know when I come up with something,” You took a seat between Bob and Ava. Everyone was surprised you were away from Bucky but said nothing. “How was the mission, boys?”

Alexei began recounting everything that happened like a Greek epic, telling every detail and exaggerating much of it. To this day, you all were used to it, even entertained by it.

Bob hushed at you softly to get your attention meanwhile. “Hey.”

“Hey, Bob,”

“Are you alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, you?”

“Well, I did the dishes today.”

“Attaboy,” You smiled widely.

Bob turned around so he could sit as if you were in front of him. “You're sitting a mile from Bucky and he looks more like Grumpy Bear than ever. What happened?”

“We just have a… pending conversation.”

“A bad one?” he inquired.

“I think so, yeah,”

“Are you breaking up?”

You shrugged.

“Oh,” Bob grinned sadly. “I really hope you talk it out. Let me know how it goes?”

“Yeah, Bobby,” You squeezed his forearm. “Thanks.”

The rest of the conversation went between your efforts to ignore Bucky's stare and to understand Alexei's oral mission report. You could hear, but not actually listen, not when Bucky's piercing eyes were so uncomfortably fixated on you.

You didn't notice when Alexei finished his story, nor when everyone started drinking, much less when they all left and you and Bucky were the only ones staying there.

But he did.

“Hey,”

You looked up silently, then all around, then back at him. “Hey.”

“Is it time to talk?”

“I guess so,”

Bucky nodded and sat beside you now.

“I wanna apologize for what I said,” he began. “I know that choosing the wrong words isn't an excuse, but I guess that's what I meant to say. What… you thought.”

“What I thought?” You frowned. “What did I think, according to you?”

“You thought I didn't care about children.”

“So, you don't care about children?”

He stayed silent.

“You mean to tell me that you don't want children now or in the long term?”

More silence received you, but he nodded.

“And you didn't care to tell me before, why? You've known I wanted children for ages, Bucky. I told you multiple times, even in Wakanda before we were together. You knew this, and you knew you didn't want children all this time and still got in a relationship with me. And you waited until I was so in love with you to come clean and say so.”

“I'm sorry, I-”

You groaned. “You're sorry?! So what? What are we gonna do now? Because I don't know how much we're willing to compromise here.”

“That's the thing, you shouldn't have to compromise or give up on your dream of having a family one day.”

“Are you doing what I think you're doing, Bucky? You're breaking up with me?”

And he was silent again.

“Oh, my God!” you yelled at him and stood up. “What the actual fuck?! I- I've been beside you through every-fucking-thing, Bucky! I looked for you for years with Sam, I protected you and fought for you despite what you did, I went to Wakanda with you, I was beside you when Steve left… I had given up on fighting but came back for you when you needed me, I'm here because of you! And is this how you pay me? By… making me believe we'd be a family one day? By lying to me whenever I mentioned marriage and kids?”

“I didn't know for sure until now.”

You exhaled, visibly upset. Well, upset was the understatement of the century. “Fuck you, Barnes. Truly, fuck you.”

That very same night, you thanked God for your powers more than ever. Not spending more than thirty seconds packing up every single one of your belongings came in handy considering that Bucky was right there.

Once you finished, you went to Bob's room and told him everything that happened. You told him you would leave, but that he could still call you and you would answer. Whenever.

Soon, you were at Mel's place to spend the night, telling her what had happened.

“Okay, but are you sure that this wasn't something that came from an insecurity of his? Like, maybe he's scared to mess things up with you and decided to let you go,” she theorized. “I'm not saying you should forgive him and get back together with him, just to… give him the benefit of the doubt. As far as I know, he really loves you and isn't the type to do something like this.”

“Maybe that's right, but he still did it,” You exhaled heavily. “And now I can't help but feel that he made me waste all this time.”

Mel nodded. “Why don't you get some sleep? Maybe tomorrow morning we can think of all this with a clearer mind.”

“Bucky, you dick.”

He sighed. “Good night to you, too, Mel.”

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast, and it surprised you that Mel even knew, considering you haven't been friends for that long. You know about her daddy issues, she knows about your PTSD, but your favorite food or colors are off-limits.

However, instead of seeing her, Bucky was the one waiting for you on the dining table.

You rolled your eyes. “What did you come for, Bucky? To break me again? Let me remind you that I did nothing but love you all these years, and you're-”

“Can you let me speak?” You stayed silent. “I… thought it all through last night. Well, I had thought it through before talking to you yesterday, but I then realized that I took that choice away from you, and I shouldn't have. The truth is that I want everything with you, I honestly can't live with the thought of your future children having someone else's eyes, but I know that a family needs peace, and I don't have any of it to give you. I know this is your dream and I couldn't live with myself knowing that I took that away from you, or that you'll wake up one day and regret us. I'd rather miss you my whole life than make you let go of what you want.”

You frowned. “Bucky, you've given me peace since the moment you let me in when we were in Wakanda. You make me feel safe and loved, and if that isn't peace, I don't know what the hell it is. I just need you to stop pushing me away when it gets hard and fight for us.”

“That's what I'm trying to do,” He sighed and took your hands in his. “I try my best to not be intimidated by you, by your integrity, your beliefs, and everyday I feel like I do it all wrong and I'm just wasting your honor. I… I'd do anything for you, I always give you the best of me, but is it enough if I can't give you peace? Will… my love be enough?”

“Bucky, you've always been more than enough for me,” you muttered. “Your best is all that I need, but I need your best to include staying and communicating when something like this happens. We have been together for a while, and I must know if you're committed to this. To me. To us.”

“I am, and I'm sorry I got scared,” he replied. “I only want you to be happy no matter what.”

“Buck, I could never be happy with anybody that's not you. You are my peace and my happiness, and your love is all that I need.”

He curved his lips slightly and approached you hesitantly, not knowing what your reaction might be but not wanting to let the fear of rejection get the best of him.

But you kissed him, and he knew it was all worth it.

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

Surprising Sevika with nipple piercings

Imagine teasing Sevika about getting nipple piercings, and when she goes on a 2 week business trip, you surprise her with it.

Warning: Smut

🚫Men and Minors Dni🚫

"Babe, I'm serious! I think they'll look cool!" You say to Sevika, trying to convince her it's a good Idea to get your nipples pierced. "Plus, you have that lip piercing, and you look cool as hell, babe!" She rolls her eyes at you, clearly not persuaded by your efforts of convincing her. "Who said they don't look cool? But I assure you. It'll hurt." She wasn't entirely against it, but the thought of not being able to play with your tits for more than 3 days was inevitably going to drive her insane. Also, she hated seeing you in pain, and would probably have to deal with you, while you were sore.

That was her argument, atleast. You shut up about it for awhile, thinking about the pain. Contemplating on whether you should disobey her or not. But the more you thought about it, the more enticing the thought had been. You could NOT die, without getting a nipple piercing, and you already made up your mind. You have to get those piercings.

A month has passed since the conversation, yet you were still looking for ways to get that piercing without Sevika noticing right away. You wanted it to be a gift for her, since her birthday was coming up in 11 months anyways. (That's just what you said to yourself to make you feel a little better for going against her.) Regardless, you were getting it one way or another. You just have to make sure she doesn't catch on to you plan beforehand, so she doesn't threaten every piercing and tattoo shop within a 20 mile radius, to refuse serving you. You had to think smarter somehow.

You couldn't think of a single thing to bypass Sevika. Even if you tried.

- "Babe, I'm going shopping, want anything?

"I'll go with you."

- "Babe, I'm gonna meet up with some friends, I might be home late."

"I'm coming with you."

- "Babe, I'm going to take out the trash"

"I'll do it."

- "I can't stand you! I need some fresh air." She grabs your wrist, and pins you down, and kiss you where you stand, giving you a night of passion, and falling asleep in her arms. ending with you still being with her at the end of the day with her death grip that comes with her cuddles.

You tried everything, anything that you could do to make Sevika not suspicious of you. It was a success, she was not suspicious at all, but the reason being you couldn't get past her at all. And you come to the realization of how clingy your girlfriend truly is. You don't mind it, you love it actually, but you just wanna be rebellious and surprise your girlfriend, but now even thinking of it, it seems hard to do.

Until 3 months later, the opportunity was handed to you on silver platter.

"Babe!" You girlfriend shouts from the living room. You quickly run to her, worried something happened, but she just stood there with a briefcase brought to her by Silco. She was making a serious transaction, and she was the only person Silco trusts to do the job well. The job that requires her to leave you for 2 weeks, since the shipment was in Bilgewater. She explains.

"I'll call you everyday babe, I promise. I'll make this up to you when I get home, okay?" She caresses you face, and kisses your cheek, and your forehead, and you try to give her your best poker face, trying to hide your excitement from her. You just pout, and coo at her "Aww, baby, I'm gonna miss you. Before you go, I'm gonna make you your lunch, okay, bubba? Oh, my poor sweetheart, I'll miss you every night, call me okay?" Of course, you are still going to miss your girlfriend. But there was also opportunities to it. For you and her. A win-win situation, really.

You pack her lunch, and send her off with a long kiss, and hug. You stand at your door, and see her walking away, as you wave her goodbye. And once she turned the corner, you shut the door behind you, and you squealed and jumped in excitement.

You go put on some loud music, and open a beer, eat your snacks, and make an appointment tomorrow, 4pm sharp. You dance in your apartment, and get drunk thinking 'tomorrow's gonna be a breeze.'

You text Sevika goodnight, and you fall asleep, happily ever after.

Except. Tomorrow was NOT gonna be a breeze. You woke up at the sound of your alarm clock at 9am. You shut it off with a loud groan. You feel your head pounding, and you just lay there and sulk. Missing your Sevi, and the bad headache. You go to her side of the bed, and smell her pillows, thinking to yourself 'Janna, I miss her. I should call her'

You check your phone to see 2 messages from Sevika from this morning with a selfie, and a text saying 'Just got here. Sleepy as shit. Goodnight my princess, love you. ❤️' You text her back, and lift your shirt up to show her the last time your nipples were going to be unpierced. You take a picture of your tits, and send it to her. "g'morning, love. I hope you had a nice sleep, baby" She's probably still asleep, considering the fact that the timezone in Bilgewater was a couple hours behind, and the fact that she got there so late.

And with that, you get up, and stretch. You go to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, and breakfast. You eat your breakfast, while watching dumb cartoons (They're not dumb, You fucking love cartoons) You like watching them anyways. You keep checking your phone for the time, checking for Sevika's message, but you see there was no response. Again, she was probably still sleeping anyways.

It's now 3pm, an hour before your appointment. Still no text from Sevika, and you're just about getting ready to leave the house. You are worried that you might come across someone that knows Sevika, and'll probably snitch on you, so you wear an oversized hoodie, and sweatpants to hide yourself from potential snitches that'll rat you out to your wife. You grab your keys, wallet, and phone and head out.

You text Sevika "I'm going to buy some groceries baby" with a selfie, and a kissy face emoji. You smile through your lie, and thinking this was the best idea ever. You walked for a bit, nearning the piercing shop, everything going smoothly. Until you come across Ran. Ran is a coworker of Sevika, and may potentially tell on you by accident. You have no choice but to entertain them, since they'll probably get suspicious of you, and you're just nothing but a nervous wreck.

Your eyes go wide as you see them walk over to you. It was still only 3:30 anyways, and you did have time, but who knows how long they'll stick around. "Hey! How are you? where ya going? They wave to you with their bionic fingers, and you just swallow the lump in your throat, and smile at them, trying to hide your nervousness. "H-Hi, Ran, I was just out to get some... Groceries! yeah, groceries!" They just blink at you, with their mouth agape, and they spoke "Uhm, Y/N, the grocery store is that way" They said, pointing the other direction. You mentally slap yourself, and act surprised "O-oh? Is that so? I might have gotten lost or something" Your voice clearly oozing with anxiety, but you might've just come across as weird. "Cut the bullshit, where are you actually going?" They said, raising their eyebrow at you.

You finally break. "F-fine! I'm going to get a piercing, okay? Happy? Just, please don't tell Sevika, please!!!" You get flustered, and your face turns red. You don't really wanna specify on where you're getting a piercing, but you still plead to them not to tell on you. "Hmm, why? 's it a surprise?" they ask. "Yes!!! Yes, so please, do me a favor, just this once." You look at them with puppy eyes, and your hands together. They look you up and down, and chuckle at you "Alright fine. But that's because you know I can't say no to you. I'll keep my mouth shut." You smile, your eyes sparkle a bit. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thabk you, thank you! But, can I ask one more thing?" You look up at them again. They burst out laughing, but you pout at them "Sure are abusing your power over me. But yes, of course. Anything you need?" You giggle them "Please please please don't let anyone else find out, and if you can, please get them away from the piercing shop. I don't want to blow uo my cover." They smiles at you "Sounds like you're going to murder someone, and trying to hide it. But yeah, sure Y/n." You give them a big hug, and you part ways, and you run towards the piercing shop, panting as you open the door.

The time was 3:50 already. And you were just about time. The piercer comes up to you, and asks you what piercing you wanted, and if you're comfortable. They tell you to wait for a bit, as they finish up a client, and you sit there finally able to be calm, with no one familiar in sight.

Until...

*Ring ring*

Your phone rang. It was Sevika. You were panicking, not knowing what to do. You can't turn off your phone, and she knows your notifications are never off for her. You resist the urge to answer it, and you just out your phone on silent. You were nervous on what to say to her later, even more nervous now, for what you're about to do. You don't like not answering her calls, and texts, but you only have to wait a little bit, and then you'll answer it. 'Oh, I'm sorry my baby, I'll make it up to you, I swear, just give me a couple minutes.' You say in your mind. the ringing stops, and you hear yourself get a text message. Another one. And another one. You were able to read it from your notifications, and it reads

3:56pm (Sevika)

- Missed a call

- Babe? Where are you?

- You busy?

- Why aren't you answering my calls?

You were so nervous. You never intentionally ignored Sevika, and you never wanted to. But she only has to wait a little bit more. She calls you agsin, but this time, you put your phone in your pocket, and sigh, as you put your phone on silent.

"Okay, Y/n, you're up. Are you ready?" The piercer asks, as she sterilizes the needle. "Y-yes." At this point, you're starting to feel very guilty. You don't want to make her worry and you're already second guessing yourself. You just suck it up, and think that this is for her. All for her. And selfishly, for you too, but it's all hers. You sigh, and lift up your shirt. "Ready?" The piercer asks. You nod. "Take a deep breath for me." She counts from 1, 2, 3— "AHH! THIS HURTS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER!" the needle went through. She puts the jewelry in. You breath heavily, and wince from the pain, when she takes it out. "Oh Janna, is this how it's gonna feel for the other one?" You say, with worry. But, maybe you deserve it, just a little bit. The piercer chuckles, as she sterilizes her other needle, and places the needle to your other nipple. "Deep breath for me, okay 1, 2—" "SON OF A BITCH!!! OH MY JANNA!" You howl from the pain. She puts the other jeweltry in, and you try your best not to touch it.

The piercer leaves you a while, to let you see the piercings. You deserved the pain anyway, and it's gone now, just notably uncomfortable. She suggest that you don't wear your hoodie when you walk home, and suggest you just wear the shirt underneath it. Your nipples were hard, and sensitive. They were still healing, after all. You payed, and walked out of there a new woman. You went to your phone, and finally read what Sevika had been texting you. There was a fuck ton of texts, and miss calls, and suddenly, the pain was well deserved. You quickly text her back

4:18pm (You)

- Oh my

- Im sorry, Sevi, I didn't see your texts, and calls

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

At this point, you feel like a bad girlfriend. You head to the grocery store, and finally call her there

"Where have you been?" She asks, clearly angry, "Oh, my, I'm at the grocery store, and my phone didn't ring" You hate having to lie to her, but you're doing it now. In other circumstances, you could never lie to her, but, she'll find out in a bit anyways. "Never ignore my calls again. I swear, I almost went home, because of your ass!" She exclaims, which you gladly accepted. "Oh, please do. I miss you badly, Sevika." You say, while touching your breasts, but avoiding the nipples. She smirks, and now, her mood just changes completely. "Oh yea? I saw your photo earlier. Better be more where that came from." She winks at you. You smirk, and wink back. "Oh, trust me. There will be."

She got home in a week, the shipment was a success, and she got to go home early. You were just getting out of the shower, topless. You didn't expect her to just come in the door. "Honey, I'm hom-" She just stared at you. Your eyes go wide. And you try to cover your nipples. "B-baby, I can explain!" She looks at you with a glint in her her eyes. she quickly throws her bags on the floor, and pins you down on the counter, by your hand, and stares at your hard nipples. "S-surprise, baby! welcome home!" You smile at her, and you lift your chest up a bit to her, to show it off even more. She doesn't talk, she just stares at them, while pinning you, and she looks at you with a raised eyebrow, but still has that hunger in her eyes, that makes it seems like she wants to devour you. "I wasn't expecting you home so soon~" you coo at her. Her face finally resteing, but her eyes are still studying you. She finally speaks. "This looks healed. When did you get this?" She raised a brow again. (Janna, this woman is the CEO of eyebrow raising) It makes you a little nervous, but you finally told her the truth.

"I'm sorry for not telling you, my sweetheart. But, this was supposed to be a surprise for you. All for you." You coo at her, your face inching closer to her. And she grabs your face, and forces her tongue in your mouth. It caught you by surprise, but when you finally processed that she wasn't mad at you, you finally kissed her back with the same amount of hunger as her. There was a firey passion in your kiss—Heavy make out session, really. She pulled back, and smiled at you. "I love you so fucking much, you know that?" You smile back at her, and pull her face towards you, and kiss her nose, and cheeks. You giggle at her. "And I love you, my Sevi" She presses her forehead against yours, and you both smile at each other, and it quickly became a weird form of foreplay again, and you both have that look in your eyes again.

She leans in for another kiss, and you put your hand on the back of her neck, and she plays with your nipples. You moan in the kiss, and pull back "mhm, baby, they're sensitive" You whine at her. She smirks, opens her mouth, and goes to them. Her right hand playing with your right nipple, and she's sucking left. "S-sev, p-please, ah~" You moan her name, making her more eager to tease you. She puts her hands under your ass, and she smacks it. You bite your lip, and you wrap your legs around her, she's pulling you into a deep kiss again, and you kiss her back hungrily. You pull back, and lean on the counter, and she's giving you hickies on your neck, and going down to your breasts. She's gentle with your nipples though. She just touches them lightly, or lick them, but not too hard. "hmm, you look perfect, my baby. I was wrong. Nipple piercings are awesome. On you, atleast" She teases. You roll you eyes, and look up at her. You put your hand behind her neck again, and you smile on her shoulder. "Told you, baby. You were right though, hurts like a son of a bitch. Made it extra sensitive too"

She smiles, kisses your neck again, although you can hear, and feel her chuckling between kisses. It suddenly turns darker quickly, though. She unbuttons your pants, and throws it from across the room. She sits you on the counter, to look at your soaked panties. "Mhm, I've missed this pussy, baby" she puts her thumb near it, but not touching it. Just, teasing. You moan "not as much as it missed you, Sevi. I haven't touched myself, since you left" You tell her, you lean forward, to feel her thumb on you, but she pulls back. "Impatient, are we?" You nod, "P-please, Sevika. T-touch me already, baby. Fuck me, please" You beg. "Oh baby, you know how much I love it when you're like this. All desperate for me. All for me." You nod. You can't take it anymore. You put your fingers in your panties, and touch yourself. She grabs your wrist, and puts them above your head, and she kisses you. Her finger is now circling your cloth clit. You panties now ruined. She smirks in the kiss, and she finally puts your panties aside, and she quickly pumps a finger in you. "o-ah! Sevika! ah! hmm! a-atlea-st w-warn me!" You complain, but you got lost, as her fingers pump in and out of you. She plays with your nipples with her tongue, as she's looking up at you. You look down at her, but your eyes are getting heave as you get closer to cumming.

She circled her thumb on your clit, while she's finger fucking you, and all you can do is take it, and pull her closer to your chest. "F-fuck, s-sevika!" you moan louder. Pretty sure the neighbors can hear you both going at it, the sounds your pretty pussy makes, your loud moans when you scream her name. "Mhm, baby, all mine. This is all mine baby?" She asks, not for assurance, but to tease you a little more. "Y-yes, Sevi-ka, f-uck! I-I l-ove yo-u! a-all yours!" She finds it hot how you find it hard to speak from moaning, and she smirks at you. You're close, and Sevika can feel it, "C'mon, cum for me, princess" she pumps in you again, harder, and faster, the fast, but smooth friction on your clit, you throw your head back, your body convulsing as you climax on her fingers, you pull her closer to you, and your grip on her hair getting stronger. Your moans were now louder, "S-Sevikaa-ah!!! f-uck!!"

She pumped in you a little more, as you calmed down for your orgasm, and she pulls her soaked fingers out of you, and makes you suck on your juices, and puts her fingers in and out of your mouth. She pulls it out, and leans in for a kiss. You breathlessly kiss her back, but pull away immedietly, to catch you breath. "Next time you try and sneak shit from me again, I won't go easier on you." She says, recalling the time you intentionally ignored her for your piercing, and you giggle at her "Yes, baby, I promise, I'll never do it again. Behind your back" You stick your tongue out at her, and she quickly leaned to you, and sucked it. You're both smiling in the kiss, and she grabs a towel to clean you up. "But I gotta say, it was worth it, yeah?" You ask her. She chuckles, and takes another good look at you, before cleaning you up. She hums, "Very worth it." She smirks at you. You kiss her forehead, and she quickly kissess yours too. "Let's go back to shower, you're coming with me, stinky!" You tease her, and make grabby hands for her to carry you to the bathroom. "Oh shut up" She says, rolling her eyes at you, and she carries you to the shower, taking her clothes off, starting with her belt. "Round 2?" She asks, as she pulls her belt out. "Oh hell yeah." You giggle, and answer immedietly. She hops in the shower with you, and you're both giggling like teenage girls. She puts her forehead against yours, and whispers an "I love you" under her breath. You put your hands up her cheeks again, and close your eyes, while smiling. "I love you too. "

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This is my first ever smut, please be nice.

I must warn you all that I am no writer, and I do this for fun, so if you're a writer, and I fell short on a couple things, I'd gladly take constructive criticism and tips on how to be better at this. ❤️

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The hot summer party

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, kissing, injury

Summary : The Campbell's summer party was coming up and Erik had taken his girlfriend along. But no one could have guessed what was going on in the fun and togetherness and when a scream rang out the ‘curse’ seemed to have struck.

info : Erik is such a cutie, I'm looking forward to the film and hope you all enjoy reading ;)

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Ever since she'd met him, her boyfriend with his hard exterior, countless tattoos and piercings, she'd fallen head over heels in love with him.

Erik also with his love, her enthusiasm and the support she gave him, new ideas for tattoos or when ordering the piercings and choosing the colour.

She was his muse and he was the artist who brought this art to people's skin.

A couple that got through everything together, whether it was the little salary they both made in their ‘artistic’ professions, the problems with bureaucracy or just getting through the week.

Lying exhausted on the couch together in the flat and cuddling...even when a series of accidents seemed to be haunting the city, they had each other to work with.

That wasn't going to matter, at least for today on this bright, warm, sunny summer's day when his family's party and get-together was due.

"I don't know, it's your family meeting", she wanted to wave it off at first, they had only been together for a few months and even though she had been to birthdays with him, she knew how close his family was. Was she really allowed into this circle?

But Erik's hand on hers as he pulled her to him and felt the kiss he gave her told her quite quickly that he had long considered her part of his family.

"They like you, I love you it's going to be good...besides you just have to make your strawberry muffins" he persuaded her and she gave him a nudge on the nose, a small token of love and her love for his somewhat ‘alternative’ look.

No sooner said than done, just two days later on that sunny weekend they both turned up at his family home, with a bottle of alcohol in one of Erik's and her with her muffins in the other, they were welcome guests.

"Oh how lovely that you're here too, dear," she heard his grandmother's cheerful voice and Iris pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Thank you Miss Campbell I-I hope the muffins taste good,” she replied with a slight smile and saw the older woman smile broadly when she saw the muffins with cream and strawberries on top.

They're not just Erik's favourite desserts, she thought to herself as Iris took a muffin and seemed to be in seventh heaven, "Sweetie, they're delicious, just call me Iris,” the head of the family said with a wink and she immediately felt welcome in the family.

How could she not when there was a warm, friendly and excited atmosphere all around her?

The trampoline was set up, the garden was in bloom, the kale was being stirred into drinks, Erik was on his way to the kitchen and she followed him to tell him about his grandma.

On the way, Erik's sister Julia gave her a hug that seemed to indicate that her older brother finally had a relationship, let alone a partner, "I'll do my best to support him" she replied as the blonde said goodbye with an already mixed drink outside.

The Campbells were a colourful mix of personalities, but they were all family, they all stuck together despite their differences, something she appreciated.

"So, my grill master, how's it going?" she asked, giving Erik a hug from behind, as he was busy wielding the wooden meat hammer to soften the steaks and load them onto a plate with the sausages.

"Well, your grill master is as good as ready," he grinned and gave the meat a final tap, putting the hammer aside and washing his hands to get the marinade and fat off, "I know where you got your appetite for my muffin now,” she grinned, hearing his laughter.

Giving him a quick kiss, she escorted him back outside before leaving him alone at the grill and joining the rest of his family who quickly engaged her in conversation about her job, how she met Erik and just a little small talk.

It was pleasant, she sipped her drink, twirled the cocktail umbrella and helped herself to one of her muffins, enjoying the sun and the few clouds in front of her and barely noticing the breeze, which was so inconsequential that she barely registered it.

She didn't see how the wind seemed to take over the garden, how it set something in motion little by little, and she was only startled when she heard the scream of Erik, who backed away from the barbecue and almost fell down when he held his hand.

Calling his name and immediately putting down her drink, she hurried over to the black-haired man who had been barbecuing peacefully moments before, seeing that something had tipped over the oil and the flames had shot up.

Looking back at Erik, he was being held by his father and his mother seemed to be looking for ice, the others made some room, "I'll take him inside, you get the first aid kit," she said as she remembered her first aid training when she had worked at the nursing home for a few summers to afford her car.

It had been a few months but it didn't matter how she had to deal with Erik's injury, if it was bad they would have to go to hospital straight away, "It...I'm fine thanks I'm still alive guys" the black haired man tried to reassure his family and girlfriend.

They helped him in and sat him on the couch while she stayed with him, "Your family is just as stubborn as you are” she tried to distract him from the pain of the burn, not wanting to imagine how the burning didn't seem to stop and put her hand on his arm.

"Well it has to come from somewhere” he said tensely and in his eyes there was pain and annoyance at the seeming accidental nature of the accident.

His mum brought the first aid kit and he talked to her for a few minutes that they could go, that they should carry on barbecuing and he'd be right with them.

"My brave boy" she smiled and he just shook his head slightly as he held out his hand to her. Lucky no bad burns and he can move it she thought as she looked at his hand and told him to move it.

The skin wasn't charred, nor was anything fused to the skin, it was mostly the shock that made him cry out, "Don't worry it will be ok" she reassured him and he immediately relaxed a little, "My good caring fairy" he replied and thanked her as she started to 'caress 'heal' him.

Every now and then his free hand held on to her, making a few unpleasant noises and asking how long it would take before she finally finished after a few minutes, looked at his bandaged hand and gave him a cold pack.

"My dear patient, but if you get any worse we'll go to the hospital, I don't want you-" she couldn't continue her lecture as Erik kissed her again pulling her to him.

She could just feel him smirking, pulling her close, kissing her whenever she got too lost in something, when he just wanted to know that she was with him.

That his love was always there for him.

Holding her hand and giving her his "When you're worried you're really hot” and he raised his hand demonstratively, causing her to smile as she gave him one last kiss and walked out with her dear patient.

Holding his hand they rejoined his family and in fact the party went off without incident, a sign that perhaps something bigger had brought them together.

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@starry-eyed-wild-child , @porterroths , @soranokage , @l3ft2d3ad

[mattscoquette]

dad!matt comforting his daughter at daycare

a cool breeze blew through the cold morning air as matt held both of his daughters in his arms, their small bodies clung to his while he carried them into the pre school building. both of the girls, lorelai especially, had a rough morning. neither of them wanting to get out of bed, and making a fuss over their breakfast.

he brought them inside, nodding a small hello to the ladies in the office before setting them on the ground outside their classroom, crouching down with open arms. "i love you girls, have a good day at school, alright?"

"do you have to go daddy?" lorelai mumbled, her bottom lip beginning to tremble.

"sweetheart," matt sighed, bringing her into a hug, "you gotta go to school, baby. stell is gonna be with you the whole day."

stella smiled sweetly at her sister as she hugged her dad tightly, wrapping her tiny arms around lorelai's middle as she rested her head against hers. "yeah lo, we can even play dolls during playtime."

"but i want daddy to be here." lorelai said as she turned around, tears now pooling out of her eyes as she faced her sister.

matt sighed, ruffling her hair and kissing her tear stricken cheeks softly. "i know you do, munchkin," he said in a soft voice, "but i gotta go back home now."

"but why?" she cried, hanging her head while stella grabbed her hand, holding it in her own.

matt frowned deeply, hating seeing his poor baby so upset. "that's just how it goes, pretty girl. you go to school without mommy or daddy."

"i don't like it." she pouted, angrily wiping her tears and crossing her arms over her small chest.

matt let out a small huff, reaching his hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and opening it. "lorelai," he said in a gentle voice, "look, baby, you see this picture here?"

he held out his open wallet, showing the picture he kept in the id holder. it was a photo of him, stella, and lorelai that you had taken of them a few months back. you'd all spent the day at the park, and couldn't help but take a picture of matt and the girls together. their cheeks were flushed a bright pink with wide smiles on their faces as they stood on either side of matt, hugging his legs tightly as his arms rested on their shoulders.

lorelai nodded slowly as she looked down at the picture, then back up at matt.

"i look at this everyday when you girls are at school and i miss you." he said, sliding the photo out and handing it to her. "you can borrow it for today and keep it at your table so you can look at it."

she looked up at him with wide eyes, then at stella who had a big smile on her face. "really daddy?"

"really really." matt grinned, pinching lorelai's side playfully, earning a squeal from her. "i can even print another picture for you to keep with you at school too."

"to keep?" she asked, her voice sounding hopeful.

matt nodded with a smile. "to keep."

lorelai squealed again, jumping up and down and pulling matt into a tight hug, squeezing her small arms around him. "thank you daddy!"

he chuckled, pulling stella into the hug as well, holding them both tightly before pulling away, standing back up again to his full height. "i love you both so much. have a good day, i'll see you later, okay?"

they both nodded, smiles on their faces as matt watched them both wave goodbye and head into their classroom.

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[httpvomitello]

Don't Trust Sirius Black *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: Sirius Black was given one simple task: keep an eye on his friend's daughter. Easy, right? Wrong. Because Sirius, being Sirius, completely ignored the part where you told him you were taking her to visit Lily. So when he and Remus go to check on the baby and find the crib empty, pure chaos ensues.

dad!remus lupin x f!mom reader

It all started because Sirius Black and your husband Remus Lupin had the attention span of a goldfish.

"I'm taking her to visit Lily today," you had told them that morning while adjusting your daughter’s tiny socks. "I'll be back before dinner."

Sirius, however, was deeply engaged in a passionate debate with Remus about the correct way to make tea.

"Milk first is barbaric, Moony," he declared, waving his arms around like a madman.

Remus rolled his eyes. "It’s science, Padfoot. The hot tea scalds the milk otherwise."

"And I refuse to drink anything that sounds like a crime scene."

You had just sighed. “Okay, well, I’m leaving now.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever,” Sirius mumbled, not even glancing at you.

Remus at least had the decency to kiss you goodbye, but clearly, Sirius had absorbed none of the conversation.

Which led to the disaster a few hours later.

Remus stretched from his seat, glancing at the clock. “It’s about time to feed her.”

Sirius, now lounging upside-down on the couch like some sort of oversized bat, flipped through a Quidditch magazine. "Yeah, I’ll grab her."

He rolled off the couch (gracefully, of course—definitely not with an embarrassing thud) and strolled toward the nursery.

He opened the door.

He blinked.

He rubbed his eyes.

He looked again.

The crib was empty.

Sirius Black, infamous Marauder, Animagus, and all-around chaos gremlin, screamed like a dying banshee.

"REMUS!!!"

Remus shot to his feet, nearly tripping over the coffee table. “What? What?”

"THE BABY!" Sirius shrieked, hair now sticking up like a mad scientist’s. "THE BABY IS GONE!"

Remus paled instantly. “What do you mean gone?!”

“I MEAN SHE WAS HERE AND NOW SHE’S NOT,” Sirius wailed, already sprinting around the house like a headless chicken.

Cue complete and utter chaos.

Remus tore through the house, checking every room with military precision.

Sirius?

Sirius was on another level.

He flung open the pantry. “Maybe she learned how to crawl super fast and is hiding with the snacks?!”

Remus did not dignify that with a response.

Sirius lifted the couch cushions. “WHAT IF SHE SHRUNK HERSELF?”

“She’s not a teacup, Sirius!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT, MOONY!”

They were seconds away from performing a full-scale international manhunt when Sirius dramatically collapsed onto the floor.

“She’s gone,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling. “I lost her. I LOST THE BABY. Y/N IS GOING TO MURDER ME. AND THEN SHE WILL REVIVE ME JUST TO MURDER ME AGAIN.”

Sirius groaned, gripping the sides of his head. “Oh my Merlin, James is never going to let me babysit Harry again—”

“James?” Remus’s voice cracked. “I’m never going to let you babysit anyone again!”

Remus took a deep breath, trying to gather some calm, running his hands through his hair. “Okay. Okay. We need to stay calm—”

"CALM?!" Sirius shrieked, flailing like a distressed seagull. "REMUS, I HAVE NEVER BEEN CALM IN MY LIFE!"

And just as Remus was about to completely lose his mind—

The front door opened.

“Merlin, what a day,” you sighed, stepping inside.

Both men froze.

You blinked at them. They looked down at your daughter, who was perfectly happy in your arms, chewing on her tiny fingers.

“…Why do you both look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Sirius made a strangled sound, clutching his chest like he had just fought death itself.

Remus, still processing the trauma he had just endured, exhaled sharply. “Where—where were you?”

You frowned. "With Lily. I told Sirius this morning."

Slowly, very slowly, Remus turned to Sirius, his eye twitching. "You knew?"

Sirius blinked. Then blinked again. Then—

“OH FOR MERLIN’S SAKE,” he wailed, flopping onto the couch in agony. “I DIDN’T KNOW—I MEAN I KNEW, BUT I DIDN’T KNOW I KNEW!”

You crossed your arms. "I told you both, but you were too busy arguing about tea."

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples like he had the world's worst headache.

Sirius flailed dramatically. “I FELT MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward to kiss Remus on the cheek before sitting beside him. “Well, now you know how I feel every time I leave her alone with you.”

Sirius grumbled something unintelligible.

Remus finally exhaled, running a hand through his hair before leaning down to press a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “I think I lost ten years off my life just now,” he mumbled.

The baby just giggled again, completely oblivious to her father’s near-death experience.

Sirius groaned from the floor. “Can we all just agree that we never tell James about this?”

You and Remus exchanged a look.

“Oh, absolutely telling James,” you said in unison.

Sirius whined dramatically, but despite his theatrics, his heart was still hammering in his chest.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

No Goodbye

No warnings but please reblog and comment.

Skinny!Steve x plus!wife reader

🏠🏠🏠

You spin through the door with your armload. The paper bag is packed over the top, blocking your view as you enter the apartment. You snap the door shut with your hip and feel the weight lift.

"Sweetheart," Steve greets as he eases the bag from your arms. "You went without me."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Stevie, I was restless," you fix your skirt, a fold snagged in the elastic of your panties from your awkward struggle. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"You should've," he says as he turns, his thin arms hooks around the bag. He carries it into the kitchen as you trail him. You watch from the doorway as he takes the loaf of bread off the top.

"You were up so late," you shrug.

"You know me. I don't sleep," he put the bread in the box he painted sunflowers on by hand. His statement is echoed by the dark circles under his eyes.

"You should," you chide as you come closer.

"Don't lift a finger," he warns.

You sigh, "I can help."

"You do enough," he tuts and reads the container of yogurt. "Blueberry maple. Interesting."

"I thought so," you say. "I know it's got a load of sugar but I'll have it sparingly."

He glances at you, his cheeks made sharper by the shadows under his eyes. You can hear the whistle of his breathing.

"Did you find your inhaler?"

"You don't need to worry about me," he assures you. "Or the sugar. Sit, I'll get you a bowl. Did you get granola?"

"Stevie," you near and put your hands around his as he cradles the container. "I'll have some later."

He narrows his eyes, "if you didn't want it, why did you buy it?"

"I do want it. Steve," you huff. "Don't be like that. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you."

"You could've at least said goodbye," he pulls away and puts the container in the fridge.

"I did. I kissed your cheek. You looked so peaceful."

"You kissed me? I don't remember."

"I thought you realised. You made a noise. Purring like a cat."

"Dreaming of you," he smiles as he faces you. He seems gaunt. All those late nights.

"Not long enough. You could've slept longer."

"I don't like an empty bed."

"Could've fooled me. I was waiting last night," you hum.

"I told you, I'm... working on something," he inhales and looks away guiltily. "Almost done."

"Good, because my curiosity is killing me."

"Hence me locking the studio door," he reprimands.

"I know," you pout. He's always so secretive about his art. "How about a picnic? I could use some fresh air."

"I'll make sandwiches," he says. "Maybe the ice cream truck will be in the park."

"Oh, ice cream too?"

"Double scoop," he promises.

He continues to unpack the bag. You linger and watch him. He peeks up at you and winks.

"And you can put on that dress I like so much... with the polka dots?"

You blush, "sure, Stevie, but you behave this time."

[ysrjune]

SAM MONROE X HYPERFEM SWEETHEART!READER. 🌸

a/n: reader is highkey just @dollfilmz because she requested it (two months ago..), I used a semi-colon for the first time, and I KNOW it was wrong, but idc leave me alone.

“Why do you always wanna wear something cute. We're only going to my brothers birthday party. It's just gonna be us and a few of his school friends.” Sam kisses his teeth, watching you apply your favorite blush. “Um, because I dont want to look like a bum? And also because I just like wearing cute clothes.” You roll your eyes. “Thats like me asking you why you're always refusing to take a shower.” You tease.

Sam scoffs. “Woah, hey, I take showers.” He marches over to your vanity where you sat in front of. “Are you sure?” You knit your eyebrows and scrunch your nose after getting a whiff of him. You were just messing with him. He smelt normal; like his usual cologne. “Stop it!” He whines and spins your chair. “Are you ready yet?! You're takin' forever.” He keeps complaining. “Oh my God. Yes, Sam. Yes.” You stand up from the chair and push him aside to grab your purse.

You went back to your vanity to grab the makeup you used so that if you needed touch-ups, you had the tools. “SEE? YOU'RE NOT DONE!” He exaggerates by going to your bed and screaming into a pillow. Ew. Ick. Whatever, he's hot and not serious. “That's actually hilarious.” You smile and fix your hair in the mirror. “Okay, let's go.” You smile. Sam gets up from the bed and takes your hand quickly to get out of your house.

℘ AT THE PARTY . .

“Your outfits are always so pretty, y/n. Oh, and your hair! Oh, I'd die for your gorgeous blonde hair.” Robin compliments. She's always admired you; thinking you are the most beautiful girl ever. "Oh, thank you.." You say shyly with a smile and then begin to talk about what products you use for your hair and where you get your clothes even if she'd probably never go to those stores. She thinks she's too old to rock the cute aesthetic you have going on.

Sam stayed silent, sitting next to you messing with the end of your dress that rested on your thighs. He wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. What use would he have of knowing how to make his hair silky? He doesn't care. Especially since his hair is dyed. Which is stupid cause you can still have nice hair when it's dyed, but Sam doesn't give.

Your conversation with his mom died when one of the little boys asked her for something, and she went to go fetch it. "You do look beautiful, I guess." He murmurs and leans his head on your shoulder, then kisses it. "You're bad." He smirks. "Ew, you're such a man." You roll your eyes and kiss the side of his head. Sam smiles with his eyes closed. “Yeah, whatever, babe.”

Later on, after the sunset, you and him stayed on the balcony outside of his room. "It's cold out here, but it's also super nice. I love your house! It gives such nice views." You say as he holds you from behind. "Yeah, it's alright." He sighs and attempts to braid your hair. "You have to leave in a little bit." He frowns. "Can I just keep you in my closet and pretend you went missing, and I don't know where you are?" He tilts his head, halfway done with the horrible attempt of his braid.

"Sweetie, you'll live." You smile. "We can see each other tomorrow! We'll have a fun movie marathon and I'll shower you with kisses and hugss!" You suggest.

"But I want you to stay here. I want all that tonight." He forgets the braid and just holds you. "You're soft and warm. I can't sleep without something soft and warm."

"I got you those pillows that are exactly for that, Sam!"

"Okay? But they're still not you." He huffs and spins you around to look at him. "Can I have a kiss goodbye?" He gives you puppy eyes. "If you stop making that weird face.."

"I was hoping you weren't into it." He chuckles and begins kissing you for a while, but the moment was ruined when your mom called that she was here. "I have to go." You frown. "Alright." He sighs and walks you all the way to your mom's car.

That night he missed you even more than he usually does. Missed your sweet scent and smile. Your contagious laugh. He was already excited for tomorrow, and he figured the faster he slept, the sooner he'll wake up and see you again. Or maybe even better—he'll dream of you.

this is str8 buns

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[captain-huggy-bear]

all I’m thinking is clay worrying a lot when goes on a roadie bc it’s just you and lucky 😫

Requests are currently closed while I work through current ones <3 (We're nearly at request reopening time though) Writing Masterlist

"You sure you're going to be okay?" He's hovering at the front door, bag on the step besides him, nervously licking his bottom lip, biting into it the longer he watches you. Lucky is locked away in the living room in case he makes a run for it, always wanting to follow Clay no matter where he goes and you're hating this.

"Clay, we'll be fine. I promise." You try to smile at him even though you hate goodbyes. You hate when he leaves for a roadie, but you put a brave face on anyway. You always do because he worries about you enough without you saying how much you hate being left alone...because you do hate it. You feel safest when Clay is in the house and being alone for days makes you start to question every sound, become overly paranoid about whether the doors and windows are locked, and just generally sleep worse. Even with Lucky there as companionship.

"I'm phoning you every night, okay? If you don't answer I'm going to send the cops round."

"Clay." You give him a look, mouth pursed because you'll be fine. You might not like him going but you will be fine. The last thing you want is him being distracted by you at home when he has a bunch of road games to win.

"I'm serious..." Clay's fingers tug on your belt loops, pulling you closer until he can wrap his arms around your hips, "I worry..." That sad puppy dog look of his has started, brows turned inwards, soft eyes, downturned lips. It has you reaching up with gentle fingers to brush at his cheeks, his jaw, to push his hair behind his ears.

"We'll be fine. I've got an alarm set to make sure everything is locked up at night, Lucky and I will be fine. " You a sigh a little bit, not wanting him to go. Not wanting to be without his warmth in bed and his little daily ways of making sure you're okay, but knowing he's going to be late if you don't make him leave. "You've got to go...you'll miss your flight..."

You push him away slightly, not enough for him to actually leave your space. Clay wants to be close to you, he doesn't want to leave and you can't make him go anywhere without at least a kiss goodbye.

"I love you." His nose nuzzles against your own, soft, sweet, breathing in your space, eyes closed like it physically pains him to leave.

"I love you too, Clay."

He kisses you like it's going to be the last time, like it's the most important thing on earth. Firm and intentional, lips slanted over yours like they were designed to fit specifically together. It doesn't matter that he needs to leave, he refuses to kiss you quickly when he's leaving for a week. Teeth biting into your bottom lip, hands grasping your hips like he's scared you'll disappear.

It's the sort of kiss that leaves you stood on the front step breathless and heaving in air as you wave goodbye to him and watch him drive away.

You get a text the moment he's at the airfield, your phone going off.

You okay?

It's been 30 minutes, I'm fine, baby. Have a good flight.

I'll text you when I get to Vancouver 🩵

And he does. You get an update when he finally lands and then another message every couple of hours to check you and Lucky are still okay while he's doing press and dealing with media, unable to phone or face time you until later. Some people might find it overbearing, but not you. It's nice to have him check you're okay, to have that connection and not feel quite as lonely.

You're on the couch curled up with Lucky, the dogs fluffy head in your lap as the TV plays in the background, when Clay finally face times you. He calls you the moment he's in his hotel room that night, press and media dealt with, guys abandoned down in the bar in favour of checking in with you.

You talk and talk and talk as if there's anything major that could possibly have happened between him leaving and now, but mostly it's because you both need to hear each other's voice, to see each other.

He makes you show him as you go around the house to check that each door is locked, the windows too, and that the burglar alarm is set. It might seem obsessive to someone else but he's just worried. It's not that something is likely to happen, more that you and Lucky are the most precious things in his life. The idea that he didn't take every precaution possible and then something happened? It's not a risk he wants to take.

He stays on the phone with you until you fall asleep, you're one hour ahead of him, drifting off to him telling you story a about Cools and Doaner messing with Kess on the plane.

Each night he repeats the same process. You show him the house is secure and locked up. He helps you fall asleep, tells you Lucky's allowed on the bed, but only for roadies, and it eases something in him. Makes the distance just a little bit more manageable, makes the worry something he can handle rather than all consuming.

[vampireimiko]

omg could you a write a steve harrington x reader where the kids meet her not knowing that she’s dating steve (maybe set when he’s working at scoops with robin) and they find out they’re dating and are basically like “how did yall start dating, she’s wayyy too cool for you” and they’re like straight clowning him

Girlfriend ?!

warnings, none!

note, this was so fun to write oh my god 😭 it's been finished for a few days but i started slacking up on formatting these to post 😓

“Oof, excuse me!” you said, surprised, as you bumped into someone while navigating the crowded mall.

“It’s okay, we’re good,” Dustin responded, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that he had nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Yeah, it’s cool!” Lucas added quickly, giving you a brief, awkward smile.You flashed them a warm smile in return, not noticing the way Dustin’s and Lucas’s eyes widened slightly.

“Sorry about that! Busy day, huh?” you said, your tone light and friendly.

“Uh, yeah,” Dustin stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “No worries.”

As you continued on your way, they exchanged a look, still processing the encounter. Lucas was the first to recover, nudging Dustin. “Dude, was that Y/N?”

Dustin blinked, his brain catching up to what just happened. “No way,” he muttered, more to himself than to Lucas. “That was Y/N?”

“I think so,” Lucas replied, his voice laced with a mix of awe and disbelief. “She was, like, the coolest girl in Hawkins High, What’s she doing here?”

“I don’t know, man, but that was definitely her,” Dustin said, still trying to wrap his head around it. “And she just talked to us. Like, it was no big deal.”

They stood there for a moment, staring in the direction you had gone, when Lucas suddenly noticed where you were headed. “Wait... is she going to Scoops Ahoy?”

Dustin turned to look, his eyes narrowing as he saw you approaching the ice cream shop. “Why would she be—” His words trailed off as realization dawned on him. “No way.”

They watched in stunned silence as you walked up to the counter, where Steve Harrington was busy serving customers. You leaned over the counter with a bright smile, and Steve’s face lit up the moment he saw you. He quickly handed off his task to Robin and stepped out to greet you.

“Dude, are you seeing this?” Lucas whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"I'll see you later, hot stuff!" Steve exclaimed, a playful grin lighting up his face as he leaned in to kiss you goodbye. His lips brushed yours briefly, but the warmth lingered long after he pulled away. With a final wink, he adjusted the Scoops Ahoy hat perched on his head and headed back into the ice cream shop.

"Have a good day, I love you!" you called after him, giggling as you watched him disappear through the door. You turned, still smiling, and started down the bustling mall corridor. You had a list of things to buy for your date night with Steve, and you were excited to surprise him with his favorite snacks and a new mixtape.

As you strolled through the busy mall, unbeknownst to you, a pair of wide eyes followed your every move.

From behind a row of potted plants, Dustin peered out, his jaw practically on the floor. "Lucas, I'm telling you there's no way she's with Steve!" he cried out in utter disbelief. He ducked back down quickly, glancing at Lucas, who was crouched beside him, equally stunned. "There’s no way someone as cool and as hot as her is dating The Steve Harrington."

Lucas rolled his eyes, barely suppressing a laugh. "Well, why the hell did they just kiss, Dustin?!" he hissed, giving Dustin a sharp flick on the forehead for emphasis.

"Shit! What'd you do that for?" Dustin grumbled, rubbing his forehead. He peeked over the plant again, watching as you turned a corner, still looking completely at ease. "Okay, maybe they did kiss. But that doesn't mean they're dating," he insisted, though his voice held a note of doubt.

Lucas shook his head in exasperation. "What else do you think it means? A farewell ritual? You’re in denial."

Before Dustin could argue further, they heard a familiar voice behind them, tinged with curiosity and a hint of annoyance. "What are you guys doing?"

"SHHHH!" Both Dustin and Lucas said in unison, shushing Mike. "Quick, get down!" Dustin whispered urgently, waving his hands to usher Mike to the ground beside them. Mike hesitated, his brows knitting together in confusion, but he eventually crouched down.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Mike questioned starting to get annoyed with how sudden this all was.

"You see that girl over there? In the food mart," Lucas said, nodding subtly in your direction. You were busy picking out Steve’s favorite chips, blissfully unaware of the commotion you were causing.

"Yeah what about her?" Mike asked with a bemused expression.

"That's Steve's girlfriend," Dustin whispered dramatically, as if revealing a state secret.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Steve's girlfriend? Like, Steve Steve? Harrington? Since when does he have a girlfriend? And how do you guys know?"

"We just saw them kiss!" Lucas explained, his voice hushed but excited. "She’s way out of his league, man."

Mike glanced back at you, then at his friends. "I mean... good for Steve, I guess?" He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant, but there was a flicker of interest in his eyes. "So, why are we hiding behind a plant?"

"Because it’s weird!" Dustin whispered back, a touch of exasperation in his voice. "I mean, come on, Steve Harrington dating someone who’s actually, like, awesome? We gotta figure out what’s going on."

"I say we go ask Steve about her." Lucas said, clearly just wanting to be nosy.

Mike snorted. "How would you even approach Steve about something like this? 'Hey, Steve, we were spying on you and saw you kissing your super cool girlfriend. Care to explain?'"

Dustin rolled his eyes. "We don’t have to be that blunt. We can just... you know, casually bring it up."

"Yeah, because we’re so good at being casual," Mike said sarcastically.

"What's going on?" A familiar ginger behind them said, accompanied by Eleven and Will.

"SHHHHHH!" The 3 said all the while still crouched.

"What are you doing?" Max asked, looking down at the three boys crouching behind the potted plants. Her tone was more curious than annoyed, but there was a definite hint of impatience in her voice.

"We’re investigating," Dustin whispered back, gesturing for Max, Eleven, and Will to get down and join them. "Come on, join the stakeout."

Max raised an eyebrow but crouched down anyway, exchanging a glance with Eleven and Will, who were both clearly intrigued. "Investigating what?" Will asked, looking over at the food mart where you were still shopping.

"Steve’s new girlfriend," Lucas said, as if it should have been obvious. "We saw them kiss."

Max smirked. "Wow, Steve actually landed someone? Good for him."

"Yeah, but that’s not the weird part," Dustin added quickly. "She’s, like, really cool. Like, way cooler than Steve. It doesn’t make sense."

"Wait, holy shit, is that The Y/N? Steve's dating her?" Max asked genuinely surprised, in her eyes you could most definitely do better than Steve.

"Yeah, that’s her," Dustin confirmed, his voice still tinged with disbelief. "Can you believe it? Steve freaking Harrington, dating her."

Max leaned in closer, trying to get a better look at you through the aisles of the food mart. "I mean, Steve’s okay, but Y/N? She’s, like, the coolest person in Hawkins. How did he pull that off?"

Lucas shrugged. "Maybe she likes his hair. Or maybe she’s never heard about all his terrible date stories."

"Or she has and thinks they're funny," Will suggested, grinning. "Steve does have a way of growing on people."

Eleven, who had been quietly watching, tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face. "She looks happy," she observed. "Steve makes her smile."

"Okay sure but, can we stop spying on her like creeps and just go ask Steve about her?" Max asked hastily, really wanting to know how this rarepair came about.

"Yeah, seriously," Mike added, finally standing up and brushing off his shorts. "This is getting weird."

Dustin sighed, but nodded in agreement. "Fine, let’s go talk to him. But we need to be cool about it."

"Right, because we’re always so good at being cool," Lucas said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he got to his feet.

Max smirked as she watched them. "Good luck with that," she teased before leading the group out of their hiding spot.

As they made their way toward Scoops Ahoy, you were just finishing up at the food mart, blissfully unaware of the mini-stakeout that had just taken place. When you stepped back into the mall, you noticed the group approaching Steve’s workplace. You smiled, thinking it was sweet how much Steve's friends cared about him.

The kids walked into Scoops Ahoy with a mix of determination and awkwardness, and Steve looked up from behind the counter, raising an eyebrow at their sudden appearance. "Hey, what’s up, guys?" he asked casually.

Dustin exchanged a quick glance with the others before stepping forward. "Uh, hey, Steve. We, uh, saw you earlier, with... someone."

Steve's eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion.

"With who? There's tons of customers that come here everyday dude."

Dustin shifted on his feet, glancing at Lucas and the others for support. "Yeah, but... we saw you with Y/N."

Steve’s expression softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, you mean my girlfriend?"

"Bullshit! No way your with someone as nice and cool as her." Lucas said, his tone a mix of disbelief and admiration.

Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Why’s that so hard to believe? Just because I’m a goofball doesn’t mean I can’t date someone amazing."

Will hesitated, then asked, "So, how did this happen? What’s the story?"

Steve shrugged casually. "We just hit it off. She’s great, and she makes me better. It’s really as simple as that."

A soft voice interrupted the conversation.

"Steve? Your shift almost over?"

Steve looked up, his face lighting up as he saw you approaching the counter. “Hey, Y/N! Just about—” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “—a few more minutes.”

You smiled at Steve and then noticed the group of kids standing around. “Oh, hi there,” you said, giving them a friendly wave. "I saw you guys walk in a few minutes ago. It's nice to finally formally meet all of you! Steve talks about you guys all the time."

The kids exchanged surprised glances, their previous astonishment now mixed with curiosity.

“Hi, again” Dustin said, attempting to sound casual. “I’m Dustin, and this is Lucas, Will, Eleven, and Max.”

Max, now more relaxed, offered a smile. “Nice to meet you. Steve’s told us a lot about you, too.” She says coming up with a quick lie for him.

"Yep!" The rest said quickly agreeing, not wanting to embarrass Steve for the first time ever.

You laughed softly. “That’s sweet of him. He’s pretty great himself."

additional note ! this is probably my top 10 favorite works i've written bye, also requests are currently open!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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HI I'M YN AND THIS IS MY LAST DRINK. . .

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ because my misery is your enjoyment. aka part 2 of this post! warnings for fem/afab reader, unestablished relationships (kaji, hiragi), established relationships (togame, choji, tsubaki), vomiting (choji), smut (?) fingering sorta (tsubaki). mdni!

REN KAJI — BABY, NO.

ren kaji had you tired. tired, drained, and shitting bricks.

you knew situationships could be stressful, but could you even call this a situationship? he was your best friend, and you had your eye on him from the moment you saw him...

but did he even see you in a romantic light? since when was he so caring?

the more you thought about it, the sicker you became. you were sure it was your best friend making you feel this way, and not the full cups of vodka you drank in an attempt to distract yourself.

and distract yourself you did.

as if things couldn't get any worse, you had to get approached by an old friend, a guy you had no interest in. the scowl on your face was not enough to spook him away, as he ran his hand through his hair and rambled on about how his life had been, with him asking to hang out with you the following week.

it was right then and there where you felt an arm wrap itself around your waist, quick kiss being planted on your cheek.

speak of the devil. ren kaji, with his headphones decorating his neck, and a pink sucker in his hand. before you could even introduce kaji to your friend, he grabbed your hand as he swiftly guided you to a more secluded space, asking you if you were okay.

"i'm okay, but ren—what's going on?"

he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"look, you hold my hand, you tell me you love me, and you act like my partner and—and best friends don't do that. just tell me, ren, what are we? because best friends don't do this shit and i'm tired."

kaji was unable to look you in the eye, his gaze fixated on the ground.

"i'll stop if you want me to, didn't mean to make you feel like that."

and with a quick turn in his heel, kaji headed towards the door, not daring to say goodbye. tears welled up in your eyes as you ran towards a ping pong table filled with bottles, drinking cup after cup and getting approached by none other than hiragi.

hiragi sure had a way with words. strangely enough, your encounter with him had you sitting cross-legged on the floor, venting about kaji and the whole ordeal. he encouraged you to sober up and text him, and was surprised when you pulled out your phone and texted you best friend in that instant, sobbing from desperation as he took too long to reply. many distractions later, your phone buzzed.

YN 11:01 ren im really drunk right now and hiragis here with me and i wantd to say i regret everythign and i do wanna hug you and kiss you and holdyour hand i dont want you to do it with anyone else ilove you

REN <3 11:45 i love you too yn, and i promise i'll only be like that with you. sorry i couldn't say it in person, but you're too special to me and i don't want to lose you. i talked with hiragi. is it true he had to carry you so you could do some pull ups and heard you sing justin bieber's baby?

"TOMA HIRAGI. YOU ARE A DEAD MAN."

TOMA HIRAGI — IT'S TOO LOUD IN HERE.

hiragi was unable to wipe the scowl off his face. he knew it was wrong to feel that pit of acid in his stomach as he watched you stumbling and giggling while talking to the white-haired man in front of you, his hand gently holding yours and his nose almost brushing against yours, as 'it was too loud in there, and you looked like you could use some balance.'

he was in disbelief.

toma hiragi was jealous of bofurin's hajime umemiya.

he desperately wanted for you to notice him. a part of him was angry with himself, because he was the one who invited umemiya to that party in the first place. indirectly, he brought his own competition to some dumb party. he only came in the first place because he knew you would be there.

as a large crowd started to form to play beer pong in pairs, hiragi was grateful when he saw you approach him, a goofy smile plastered on your face.

"let's play! i'll take your shots so that you won't drink, 'kay?"

it was thanks to this that hiragi found out how great you were at beer pong, having the couple in front of you nearly wasted at the end. unfortunately for you, hiragi's aim was questionable, leading to you becoming as drunk as your opponents. not before becoming champion, though.

you looked at hiragi with half-lidded eyes, your head tilted towards your side as your lips curled into a smile.

you were wasted.

"'s kinda loud in here, let's go somewhere else, 'ragi."

it was too loud in there, he thought, as he placed his hand on your back and guided you to a nearby bench, making you sit next to him as you placed your head on his shoulder. it was way too damn loud, because he wanted you all to himself, away from umemiya and away from everyone else.

hiragi's head rested on top of yours, his hand placed on your knee as you took your phone out from your purse, pressing the camera icon and framing you and hiragi.

"'m sure i'm gonna wanna remember this" you admitted, thumb pressing the 'shutter' button as you took a picture.

"…send me the picture. i'm sure i'm gonna wanna remember this too."

JO TOGAME — DRESS ME UP, LEMON BOY.

"she's in the kitchen. hurry, togame, she can't stand by herself!"

when jo togame received a text from your friend saying you had gotten beyond wasted at her birthday party, a part of him wanted to believe she was exaggerating.

unfortunately, she was not.

"jooooo baby you're hereeee~"

his eyes widened as you approached him, barely able to stand on your own and falling into his arms at your friend's kitchen. she handed your boyfriend a pair of shorts and a hoodie, which belonged to her, as well as a lime cut in half and a glass filled with water.

togame's mission was clear: doll you up and make you feel brand new.

he took the shorts and made you sit on the counter, chuckling when you pouted as he tried sliding your legs into the shorts and pulling them up in an attempt to put them on you.

"jo, the shorts're so unfashionable. 's gonna ruin my look!"

your boyfriend sighed and shook his head, offering you a small smile. "your dress is short, princess. one wrong move and people will see somethin' that's mine. now arms up, baby, let's put on this hoodie so we can go home, okay?"

you nodded disappointedly, raising your arms as togame dressed you with your friend's hoodie, then cupping your cheek and telling you how beautiful you looked. handing you the glass of water, he waited until you drank it all, heading towards the sink and quickly rinsing it. he took the lime from the kitchen counter, holding it against your lips.

"suck on this for me, won't you baby?"

you did as told, your gaze never leaving your boyfriend's. he smiled as your expression changed from the sourness of the lime, pulling away once it had completely shrunken.

"now that's a good girl. let's go home, yeah? you need to rest."

CHOJI TOMIYAMA — HOLD MY HAND, HOLD MY HAIR.

you, choji, and alcohol were never a good mix.

restraint was a concept unknown to the both of you, always ending up drinking more than what your bodies could handle. moreover, there were multiple occasions in which you both drank on an empty stomach.

and with alcohol being a diuretic, it was only a matter of time before…

"chooo, baby, can you come pee with me?"

eagerly, he nodded as you both had an arm wrapped around the other's shoulder, using one another to walk properly to the nearest bathroom.

he opened the door for you, turning around and shutting it. once he locked it, he covered his eyes with his hands as he gave you the go-ahead to pee. a few seconds later, he heard giggles coming from behind him.

"you know i love you, right? soooo much. i love you so much choji."

choji smiled as he responded that he loved you too, more than you would ever know or imagine. his eyes widened in surprise when he heard the next thing you said.

"will you hold my hand while i pee? it helps me pee, cho."

"it would be my pleasure" he grinned, shutting his eyes close as he removed one hand from his face to hold yours.

as soon as you went to the bathroom, choji felt…

"baby? i don't feel so good. let go of my hand a sec—"

blaaargh.

you were thankful of your boyfriend's quick reflexes, having the ability to turn his head towards the sink before he threw up. you gasped, worried, asking him if he was okay. after finishing up, you went to the sink to wash your hands, as your boyfriend dried his face off with the towel.

"baby, we need to leave now, i clogged the sink."

TASUKU TSUBAKINO — THE 'LAST TIME'.

"remember what happened last time, sweetie?"

truth be told, you did. you remembered it clear as day.

cheers and whistles could be heard from outside the bathroom as tsubaki's lips clashed against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. the bitter taste of alcohol was long forgotten as tsubaki placed you on top of the sink, your legs spread as he pressed himself against you. you sighed with pleasure as you bucked your hips forward, parting your lips as your boyfriend slipped his tongue inside.

your hands were entangled in his hair to pull him closer as he lifted your skirt, fingers tauntingly running up and down your clothed cunt. he pulled away as he moved his body against yours, shuddering when you leaned forward and attached your lips onto his neck, gently sucking as tsubaki whined.

pulling away, you stare at the purple mark on your boyfriend's neck with pride, and unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend looked at your lips, which were decorated with smeared lipstick.

"you're soaked, baby."

"i know" you breathed lightly, "you look pretty in purple."

"you look pretty in red" he cooed, his hand hurriedly guiding yours up his skirt. your hand was now wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down as your boyfriend sucked in a sharp breath.

"baby you're—aah—you're gripping it too hard. let's focus on you for now, okay?"

you muttered an apology as your boyfriend reassured you that it was fine. with one swift movement, tsubaki moved your soaked panties to the side as he sank his digits into—

"tasuku. wrong hole."

it was then when you realized that perhaps sex was something you would rather enjoy sober, as you and your boyfriend tidied yourselves up and exited the bathroom, laughing hysterically while enduring the physical pain.

coming back to your senses, you pouted. "m'not that drunk, i won't grab it too hard this time."

[naomiarai]

» please fuck me. — cbg.

» synopsis : going against your boyfriend while he was on a trip couldn't end so bad right?

» pairing : beomgyu × afab!reader

» wc : 1.7k

» warnings : dom!gyu, sub!reader, daddy kink, degradation, praise, name calling (whore, slut, angel, princess, sweet girl), oral (f.rec), use of toys (dildo), creampie, cum eating, slight breeding kink, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, manhandling. [ lmk if i should add anything else]

god, you're so horny. you've been holding back for quite sometime now, wanting to feed your craving with your boyfriend's dick. he's gone on a trip, about two weeks just to let out some stress. of course, being the good girlfriend you are, kissed him goodbye asking him to have a good time.

but now you really needed him. waking up all warm and sweaty, mind clouded with dirty thoughts of him. you would have relieved yourself of this sexual distress, if beomgyu would allow you to touch yourself when he wasn't around. it was frustrating having to ignore the dull ache between your legs.

you come out of your thoughts with a sigh, deciding to call him. atleast that'll satiate your mind. you press the green call button, bring the buzzing phone to your ear. you hear a faint “hello” alerting you. “hi beomie~” you say in a sing-song voice, making him giggle.

“finally woke up huh? did you eat?” he asks, “not yet, i miss you” you say with with a dull voice. can't he come home already? “hm, i miss you too angel, just two more days I promise”. two more days and you think you'll burst. “i need you~ 'm so wet” you say rubbing your thighs together, you needed some kind of friction.

“i'll take care of you as soon as i get back, so don't you dare touch yourself okay?” he says with a stern voice. you mentally rolled your eyes, can't he atleast guide you?. “okay okay, i love you” you say with a laugh, “i love you too” he replies back before you cut the call.

you give out another sigh, before deciding to take shower. the physical urge to finger yourself in the shower was quite high. beomgyu wouldn't notice if you did right? by the time you came to that conclusion you were done, hopping out with droplets of water dripping.

you decide that perhaps going out would help take your mind off beomgyu. you can handle two more days can't you?

1 day later »

god you couldn't help it, your fingers slipping in and out of your drenched cunt emitting such lewd and wet noises. you can't recall how many times you've cum already, a sticky mess of white made between your legs. it's okay you think to yourself, beomgyu's not even here anyway.

but what if he notices? what if he notices how not wet you are when he touches you? your mind can't hold on to that thought long enough as you cum for the nth time. but that still didn't satiate you. you're really horny aren't you? your fingers had helped but not to the full extent. at all.

your hand reached over to the cabinet by your bedside, swiftly opening it and pulling out a dildo, something only beomgyu would use on you. you didn't care right now, the urge to use it was full. you slip it inside you, moaning at the stretch, “god–mhmph!” you whine, pulling it in and out again and again.

just the thought of beomgyu finding out sent shivers down your spine. but he'll come tomorrow, he'll never know. right?

you jolt in your spot, the creaking sound of the door slipping open increasing your heartbeat in seconds. had he come home early? why? maybe to surprise you? but you didn't want that surprise. atleast not now. it is him. your eyes go wide, your voice stuck in your throat. “surprise!..” he yells before his voice dies down at the end.

his face morphs into amusement as he takes in the sight, scoffing out loud. “beom–.. i'm-” you try to speak, as you get up getting closer to him. “tsk, fucking whore. couldn't wait till i got home? and look at the mess you made” he says while looking at cum covered dildo. “and you used this too? you're really desperate aren't you” he says pointing at the dildo.

“beomie- i- i'm sorry i couldn't help it-” you stutter as you try to tell him. it was true though, he was gone for way too long. “all you wanted to do was cum huh? couldn't go a mere two weeks without covering your cunt in cum?” you scoffed inside your head.

beomgyu would act exactly how you did if you were gone for less than a week. but you really shouldn't say that right now. you weren't gonna lie, you get turned on when he gets like this, which was not good at your part, not when he's eyeing you like that.

his eyes wander over your figure, “on your fours”

»»»

he's got you full naked now, on the same cum covered sheets, no he didn't bother changing it or cleaning it up. he was behind you, on his knees as he spread your ass cheeks apart, pressing his tongue against your pussy.

you expected him to punish you, edge you or anything nearing that. why was he giving you what you wanted? you weren't complaining, if anything you should keep your mouth shut. any angrier he gets, you're in for it.

his tongue lapped at your cunt, licking up the leftover cum from your previous orgasm. “mmh- hnng!” you whimper as you push your ass into his face. he doesn't say anything, simply pushing his tongue deeper inside your cunt, sliding it in and out. he could feel you were close, tightening his grip on your thighs as he buried his face into your cunt.

“shit— 'm gonna cum! hng” you moan as cum all over, squirting on his face. but he doesn't stop, still eating you out, swallowing the remaining cum. “beomie- i-i just came” you try to say as you try to pull away. he grips your hips, keeping you in place, “didn't you want to cum so bad? i'll make you do it again and again, just watch” , you can't see his face but your know there's a shit eating grin on it.

“ah-! too much! can't take it, please” you beg as your thighs shake at the overstimulation. beomgyu seems to be mindless about it as he continues eating you out like a starved man. “gyu- please m' cumming! fucking hell” you scream as your orgasm takes over your you, head dropping into the sheets as your breathing gets heavy.

beomgyu pulls away from your cunt, staring with delight at the mess he made of you. but he's not stopping there, oh no. he picks you up gently, climbing onto the bed as he places you on his lap straddling him. “such a slut, maybe this is what you're made for? only good at moaning n' cumming” he degrades as he slaps your ass. you whimper at his action, face resting against his chest.

you feel him reach over for something, the dildo you had used without his permission earlier. he sticks it at your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. “please-! can't take it- ts' too much” you whine as he pushes it all the way in. you jolt up, thighs starting to shake again as he ruts it inside you. “you can take it, tsk, you're such a cumslut. cumsluts like you can fucking take it” he says into your ear, you feel like crying at way you clench around the toy.

“ah- please wan' your cock instead- can't-” you say pleading. he laughs at your request, slapping your ass, “weren't you just begging me to stop? you're like a bitch in heat always cock hungry” he says as you cum again, all over his thighs.

he lays you down, propping your legs over his shoulders as he removes his boxers, dick hard and red~ he rubs it against your cum, coating it in white. without warning he enters you, pounding into your aching pussy. “ah, ah-! hnng! fuck! right there! s-so big” you babble as he presses the bulge in your tummy, making you roll your eyes back.

“shit- angel, such a tight pussy, all mine” he groans as you clench around him.

his hand goes down to rub at your clit, only thrusting in faster. god if beomgyu was going to fuck you like this everytime you act out, you'll do it again and again. you feel his dick twitch inside of you, alerting that he was about to cum.

“daddy! fuck wan' you to cum inside please-mm!” you beg. daddy? now that was new. but seemingly enough to fill you up to the brim. “princess, gonna make you say that again” he groans as he flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air. he enters your throbbing pussy again, slamming his hips to yours the sounds of skin slapping against skin clouding your head. “sweet girl- fuck, your cunt's sucking my cock in so good” he grunts as pulls you back to kiss you.

you moan into the kiss as he enters his tongue inside our mouth, hand gripping your jaw as he deepens it. you pull back, a tight coil forming inside your stomach. “daddy! ah- harder! please! mmh!” you spurt out as he does exactly that. “yeah? shit— harder? wan' daddy to fuck you harder, fill you up?” he asks, slapping your ass for a response.

“yes! wan' you to fill me up again! fuck- right there gyu-” that does it for him, you creaming all over his cock while his filled you up, warm cum leaking down your legs.

“shit– did i go too hard princess?” he asks out of breath, you simply shake your head, whispering a ‘i loved it’. he pulls out, smiling at the mess made of the sheets. you turn around to kiss him, “i'm sorry i was horny” you mutter against his lips, he chuckles at you, “it's okay, don't do that again unless you don't wanna walk for a week” he whispers as you playfully hit him on the chest.

he picks you up in bridal style, walking towards the bathroom, you'll need to shower and definitely change the sheets. thinking of how often you'll need to change them now that beomgyu's home. you're just happy he's back now, you'll get to wake up next to him now.

a good day spent. in your opinion atleast.

[igotanidea]

The talk : Dick Grayson X reader ( with Bruce Wayne)

A/n : it's a snippet, I might consider writing it fully

Warning: suggestive but not explicit

Summary: it's time for the bees and bird talk with Dick

***

Bruce walking in on a young adult! Dick and his girlfriend y/n getting cosy between the sheets.

Obviously, as a normally functioning adult and a father, even if just a foster one, the batman takes it upon himself to have a talk about bees and birds with his favourite son.

He got it all planned out, schemed, thought out to avoid surprises and misunderstandings.

He actually had the contingency plans from A to Z drafted for a while, only hoping that those would never come to use.

Unfortunately, seeing y/n, with her blouse undone, hair a mess and Dick's hands (and apparently more) on her, forces Bruce to retreat to hide the blush creeping on. The last piece of his dignity is gone and he is pretty sure there's no good way to recover from such a failure.

He had reached the ultimate botttom.

"Hey B, you good?" Hours later Dick found him in the batcave, engrossed in some feigned, quickly fixed work. It was too easy to figure he would hide there to avoid seeing or - god forbid - hear anything.

"Hm."

"You wanted to talk to me about something, didn't you?" He grinned, delighting in a way Bruce seemed to develop an eye twich.

"Hm".

"Great. I got some time before I get back to y/n, so?"

"Get back?" Bruce turned to face his son and immediately regretted it. He seriously wished to erase the sight of lipstick and love bites on his neck.

"Something wrong?" Once more dick flashed a smile, trying to force a reaction out of Bruce.

"hm."

"we're being safe"

"Amazing"

"and she's okay with it"

"Great"

"And I've studied female anatomy so I know a thing or two about --"

Oh dear lord...

"Dick." Bruce was an inch from having a spasm. How ironic it would turn out to be if gotham lost its protector because of certain golden boy growing up.

"hey did you know that --"

"Get out, Dick."

"But I thought you wanted to--"

"I said get out"

"-talk?"

"I believe you got it all wrong. It was Alfred. Yes. Alfred wanted to talk to you. Not me."

"You sure about it B? You want me to talk to Alfred about -"

"yes. Absolutely. Now go. I'm sure time is of essence"

"it is. Though Alfred took some time off, thanks to your generosity, Bruce. So I'll go, sure, but I've already got so many questions that I don't want to search online and--"

"Dick?" Y/n voice sounded dangerously close to the batcave entrance "Where are you? I'm gonna have to go soon and I need a proper goodbye --"

"coming!!!" Dick yelled rushing off the room " great talk, Bruce. We'll continue it later."

Dick left and Bruce was finally able to let out a groan. The masterplanner forgot to acknowledge the fact that sweet kids tend to turn into feral, hormonal young adults and require actual upbringing.

***

"you're so mean to him, you know that?" Y/m muttered, once again with his lips on hers

"mean? Who, me? Ouch! You're hurting my heart here princess."

"you are. He could easily be a DILF, yet is alone and you're tormenting him."

"but if you saw the look on his face --"

"you're only proving my point of you being mean".

"I'm sure he'll get some, some day--"

"but still- mmm!"

"I remind you that you enabled the plan baby.... Played quite an important part in it." Dick started kissing her a little harder, not even trying to hide where he was heading. "Wonder why that is..."

"cause you're also a -- ohh!"

"you were saying?" He smirked, looking up at her.

"-prick"

"Am I?" His hands moved where she liked it "what else?"

"liar..." She gasped. While it was true he didn't tell her why he invited her over and that his father was in, his movements were serving as a pretty good apology.

Even if knowing Dick it was obviously also a way to boost his ego and prove his point and complete his twisted and deranged plan.

"you know what, I've already had one talk, I don't really need another.... Rather keep my lips occupied with something else --"

***

Bruce came out of the batcave only after making sure it was safe.

Mentally cursing himself for having not one, but four boys under his care.

Which meant that this - whatever it was-- was about to happen again.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

┊ ⊹✎ toji x you // the killer and the sorcerer

You shouldn't have let him in. Not your ward. Not your bed. Not your body.

Toji Fushiguro was everything you'd been taught to avoid, an assassin, a sorcerer killer, a ghost in the system. Someone who hunted people like you. And yet here you were... underneath him, naked and pinned, one knee slung over his thick forearm as he held you open like a prize he'd earned.

His cock dragged slow and deep inside you, bruising you with every thrust. Your cursed energy was useless now. You were useless now. Just gasping and needy, trembling under the weight of everything you weren't supposed to feel.

"Fucking sorcerers," he growled against your throat. "So smug until I fuck the fight right out of you."

You moaned, trying to meet his thrusts, but he only pushed you deeper into the mattress, letting you know who was in control here. You weren't calling the shots. You weren't even resisting anymore.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he rasped, biting your collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. "Say it. Say you want me to use you."

Your pride cracked like glass as you whispered, "I want you to use me. Please, Toji—"

He growled, pulling out just to flip you onto your stomach. One hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, the other spread your ass as he slammed back in. Harder now, faster.

Merciless. Like he was fucking the truth out of you. Like your body was the only language he trusted.

And the worst part? You loved it. Loved the burn. Loved the shame. Loved the way you didn't have to think around him, only feel. It was filthy and dangerous and wrong, and still you came with a sob, clenching around him so tightly it drew a broken curse from his throat. He followed moments later, hips stuttering, cock buried deep as he spilled into you with a groan.

Afterward the silence ached. Your body throbbed. Your skin was marked in places no one else would see, but he would remember.

Toji leaned down, mouth brushing your ear, "I'll be back," he muttered. "Next time you try to hunt me... wear something easier to tear off."

After that last mission, when you came back and Yaga, Gojo and the others gave you side-eyes and you knew that they knew. You made a decision. Clean break. No goodbyes. You erased your trail. Burned the clothes he touched. Cast a suppression ward so tight it made your skin crawl. You told yourself it had been lust, a mistake, a fever.

But he found you anyway weeks later. You woke to silence. Then the sharp, unmistakable scent of metal, blood, and the presence behind you in the dark.

"I gave you time," Toji said calmly. "Let you play sorcerer. Let you pretend you were done with me."

Your body froze. Toji's hand wrapped around your throat and dragged you out of bed. Your cursed energy shattered. He slammed you back against the wall before you could pull it fully forward.

"Toji stop, we can't-"

"You ran from me." His grip tightened. "You fucking ran."

You opened your mouth to argue, but his mouth was already on yours, ravenous and angry. His knee forced your thighs apart as he kissed you, wanting to devour. He tore your shirt and yanked your panties down. You weren't ready, but he didn't care.

"Missed this tight little cunt," he growled, forcing his way in with one brutal thrust. "Bet it missed me too. Soaked already."

You whimpered, trying not to give in, but your body remembered. It ached for him. That stretch, that pressure, the way he fucked like he owned you. Like he never stopped thinking about it either.

"You thought you could run?" he rasped, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in harder. "You're mine. Fucking mine."

He shoved your legs up, held them wide, fucked you right there against the wall until you cried out. It wasn't gentleness he gave you. It was possession. Raw. Ugly. Addictive.

You came hard around him, because your body needed it. When he came, it was deep and hard, biting your shoulder to stifle the growl that tore out of his throat. Later, when you were limp and fucked out and shaking in his lap, he kissed your temple.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmured. "You don't have to pretend anymore."

"What...?" You blinked confused

"I'm taking you somewhere no one will ever find you."

[mnnuni]

Not just sex

Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay and reader live the evolution of their relationship Warnings: smut Words: 2491 Author's note: I actually don't know if i like the ending and I think there may be some typos, sorry

"I swear to you, the chief's face at that" (Y/N) was practically crying while she told the story "Otis was covered in flour from head to toe, we never understood how it happen"

"Because he's an idiot sweetheart" Hermann said while passing her table and handing her the beer she ordered; she pointed at him "very true, but still"

Jay loved seeing her laughing so much.

"wait wait wait" Adam was chuckling too, "if it was just flour, why did you hear a- how did you said it?"

"a BOOM" she moved her hands to simulate an explosion. She knew he was only asking her to make fun of her, but she laughed at that too.

They were all hanging out at Molly's, as per usual; everyone talking with everyone, about everything, bit (Y/N) could only think of how amazingly blue were Jay's eyes in front of her;

At some point during the evening, (Y/N) send Capp to the smiling blondie across the bar -Lord knew he needed to get laid and that woman was willing on doing it-

Just half an hour later Adam and Kim disappeared too, and they left (Y/N) and Jay alone. The tension was palpable.

They didn't last long like that, swirling their beers through their fingers, looking at each other... (Y/N) hoped noone could notice the true intentions under their eyes, Jay thought they were so obvious with their glances that everyone knew about them and were only waiting for them to confirm anything. Either way, when they got to that point of the night, neither could care less of anything other than each other.

(Y/N) got up to announce she was going to head home but Jay caught her arm, he brought her near him pretending to hug her goodbye to whisper "I'll take you home" and lightly bite her ear; he did it so naturally that noone noticed, but the goosebumps (Y/N) got from just that...

She tried to contain herself, to walk normally through the bar and act like she wasn't going to scream Jay's name in a few minutes but Jay took her hand the moment they stepped out of the bar.

It was so natural.

Too natural. (Y/N) left it and began to walk to the cars, Jay scoffed but was smiling at her.

When they got in Jay's car the air shifted in an awkwardness that didn't belong to them; (Y/N) had a feeling Jay wanted to kiss her and couldn't comprehend why he wasn't doing it. Jay really really wanted to kiss her, but maybe rushing things wasn't a good idea: he didn't want "just sex" with her, and she had to understand it.

Jay leaned over and turned the radio on, "oh my God I love this song" (Y/N) beamed and started to sing. She was so fucking beautiful like this: comfortable and happy in Jay's presence. He loved it. At the chorus of the second song, Jay finally put his hand on her thigh. He could practically feel the internal battle that (Y/N) was fighting between giving in or pretend his touch didn't affect her so much. Jay loved this too.

"I have to say, I really want to stay the night tonight"

It was a simple sentence, but from the way he put it (Y/N) knew it was more than that. He didn't say "I want sex and you're the only one who wants it with me" -which (Y/N) swore multiple times that wasn't true and that there was a very long line of women anywhere he was- no, he wanted to let her know that she made him hard with just a look and he couldn't even think to rest his hands from her but was more than happy to just sleep in the same bed if that's what she wanted.

Don't get her wrong, (Y/N) wanted to jump his bones off, but tease him like this was so fun... So she pretended he didn't say anything and kept signing until they got to her apartment.

She kept her act going smiling at him and kissing his cheek as a thank you for getting her home, she got out of the car and started walking to her flat.

It got him the time that (Y/N) arrived to her door to show up, while she was searching for the keys she felt his hands on her waist. "Took you long enough" she looked up at him and finally looked him in the eyes again. Jay didn't let her say anything else, slamming his lips to hers and devouring her on her porch. When she felt his tongue pushing at her lips she couldn't control herself anymore and opened her mouth to let him do whatever he liked. In their little bubble of hands and mouths they forgot where they were and only returned to reality when (Y/N)'s keys fell from her hands and made a noise. The pair got away from eachother, Jay got the keys and opened the door but it was (Y/N) that pushed him inside and blocked him at the door to kiss him again.

Jay pushed her away with his hands on her waist, (Y/N) was ready to have sex on her couch but he had other plans. He lifted her shirt and turned her around, flashing her back to his chest and while he kissed her neck gently and unbuttoned her jeans he guided her to her bedroom.

When (Y/N) turned to look at him, Jay was shirtless too and was pushing her to the bed to make her sit.

He was so handsome.

He left her in her underwear and was gently pushing her legs apart now, he got on his knees and started kissing and biting her thighs. (Y/N)'s breath stopped in her throat when Jay got to her panties, grabbed them with his teeth and proceeded to take them away with his mouth.

He had a wonderful mouth.

"So wet for me". He knew it was only for him, but liked the reminder. (Y/N) settled on her elbows to look at him better but when he finally licked a stripe she closed her eyes and put a hand in his hair. Jay kept licking her up and down until he heard a whimper and knew it was the moment to start sucking on her clit and massaging her lips with his fingers;

"Jay" she breathed out, he was looking at her through his lashes and she clenched at his look. He entered her with both fingers and (Y/N) moaned again; Jay was fucking smirking on her her pussy. When she tightened her grasp on his hair Jay became a hungry man and devoured her all, "please don't stop".

Oh he would never...

(Y/N) was a mess of moans and screams and Jay wanted so desperately to cume with her, but she was the priority now.

"I-I'm" she couldn't resist anymore, "I know baby" a suck "let it all go" a pump of his fingers "cum for me baby" a last lick. And then it all went away because (Y/N) was a panting wreck and Jay was eating her orgasm out until she calmed down.

When she slumped on her back on the mattress Jay slowed down and started to clean her, slowly, gently and kissing every part of her now red pussy.

After he was done he got up, took off his jeans and boxer and lay down with her. He didn't expect to do anything else, he just wanted to be near her and feel her. (Y/N) turned to him and smiled, she got closer and whispered a content "hi", Jay chuckled at her "hi baby".

Looking at him in all his naked glory, after an orgasm, made her want more, (Y/N) bit her lip and got even closer "I want you". Jay thought she was even hotter when she spoke her desire out loud, but he also knew that her pussy's lips were swollen "you sure?", she travelled her hand from his chest to his dick. (Y/N) squeezed his tip making him hiss, "positive".

Jay smiled and turned to her nightstand to pick a condom while (Y/N) kissed his back and caressed his shoulders. When he got back he already opened the package but she stopped him, "what- something wrong?" she shook her head "I want to do it". She already got the envelope in her hands and Jay's eyebrows never shot up so fast, "if-if you're okay with it", Jay seemed to come back to earth "I-I-I- of course!" she smiled "you're so fucking hot" he confessed kissing her again. While they kissed (Y/N) picked the condom and slowly unraveled it on Jay, he moaned in her mouth and swore he never experienced something hotter.

They lay back on the bed and Jay started to grind on her, "don't tease" she hissed and he smiled.

He loved to tease her.

Jay entered at a slow pace, he wanted to feel every inch of her stretch to his dick. (Y/N) wanted to scream from the first instant he started to move, but she put her hand on her mouth to muffle her noises. Jay didn't agree. He put her hands on top of her head and purred in her ears at the sign "I want to hear you while I fuck you". She would definitely moan now.

Jay on top was so good: he kissed her neck and mumbled dirty things in her ears. And he had so much control of his thrusts, he could almost hit her g spot.

But (Y/N) wanted to be in charge too. It was her on top now and she loved how one of Jay's hands was on her hip and the other on her breast, flicking and squeezing her nipple from time to time. When she was on top they both were a mess of moans and grunts because she was able to grind her clit too and Jay loved the sight of her tits so near his face when she jumped up and down. This time (Y/N) swore Jay didn't moan, he said "I love you". She stopped for a second.

Nahh it couldn't be.

"Jay I-" her movements were becoming sloppy, Jay put both his hands on her hips to steady her "I know baby, I know". She couldn't keep it anymore, so Jay pushed her back on the bed and started to thrusts into her so hard they were both screaming. When Jay came he didn't stop until (Y/N) closed her eyes and finally let go.

After some moments he gently pulled out of her and let her breathe. He threw away the condom and got his boxers again; (Y/N) was happily watching him go around in her room to find her "sleeping t-shirt" from the bed. He sat on the bed again and put it on her, kissing every part of her during the process.

"You okay?"

He always asked her after. She always said "more than okay" and then she stretched her arms to him to make him hug her and sleep with her. He didn't need the grabby hands, he would have done it anyway, but Jay loved seeing her so cozy around him.

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Jay Halstead slept so well that night and had a wonderful breakfast with (Y/N) the following morning that he didn't realise what he did up until he heard Adam whisper "I love you" to Kim before she left for a few hours the precinct.

"Oh shit"

Yeah he screwed up big time.

"What?", Adam was already laughing at his face, Antonio was rather concerned instead "what'd you do Halstead?" "I told (Y/N) I love her". He didn't realise what he'd done now either, he was too in shock. Nobody knew about them and he just confessed his love to everyone.

"You did what?" , Antonio's concern shifted to confusion; that seemed to shake Jay to reality "Um-", then they started with the questions "(Y/N) as in (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? The firefighter?" "How long have you two been seeing eachother?" "I knew there was something when-"

"Halstead"

He never thanked God enough for the call from Voight, "Sarge?" "I need you at the 51, Boden already knows what I need, go talk to him", yeah and that's why he didn't thank him.

Adam burst out laughing at Jay's petrified face, "is there a problem, Halstead?" "No Sarge".

He got up and started going like he was doing the walk of shame.

Now Antonio's expression was one of pure amusement.

When he finally arrived at the firestatione, everyone was there. Perfect, he thought, he was gonna embarass himself in front of a platoon of firefighters whithout them even understanding why. He tried to act as cool as possible, asking Severide to see their chief and everything was going smoothly. That was untill he passed Boden's door and saw (Y/N) sat on the couch in the chief's office.

"Ah Detective, I know why you're here", Boden started the search for some documents and Jay could only look at (Y/N); she nodded and saluted him with a short "detective" and a smirk.

Jay wanted to be swallowed by the abyss of the Earth.

Boden handed him two folders and thanked him for the help his unit was giving him to... something- he didn't really listen to anything other than his thoughts.

"Can I talk to you?" he asled (Y/N) when he was sure Boden had finished. She was rather confused but agreed nonetheless; (Y/N) led him to the lockers to be sure of have some privacy. She sat on a bench and he sat next to her, (Y/N) couldn't understand why Jay wasn't looking her in the eyes...

She took his hand to shake him from the visible spiral he was getting himself into and made him look at her.

Three seconds had passed, only three seconds and Jay exploded just because he finally looked at her "I love you"

(Y/N) felt the world stopping, the floor under her feet collapsing and the sky opening.

HE WHAT?

"I'm sorry, I imagined saying it in other circumstances but just before coming down here I realized I actually told you yesterday- which is even more terrible, I am so sorry, telling such a thing while you're on top of me is so... but it slipped and now that i saw you I couldn't wait anymore because I-I feel like I ruined everything"

(Y/N) couldn't decide if she was going to cry or laugh at his face.

"You love me?"

Jay wanted to crawl on the floor and never see the light again, but then he saw her tearing eyes and little smile of amusement and breathed a sigh of relief; "yes, (Y/N). I love you so much"

Yeah now she was crying for real.

She jumped at his neck and kissed him with an emotion he though he never felt.

"I love you Jay Halsted".