#is picturing the other muse just like. Holding the door open for him once they got the call that he was running from the cops and-

[mad-hunts]

this morning, i'm thinking about barton being the orange cat in this video and running towards those muses he's romantic with in this scenario

[ddejavvu]

I haven’t seen anyone write ghost!reader helping the BAU solve her own case…like knocking things over to get their attention or play eerie songs to give hints😭

THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA??

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For FBI specialists, these guys suck. They've spent 20 minutes looking through your bedroom, and not once have they gone through the shoes in your closet, where one is tucked carefully away with a blood-stained heel. You'd driven it into your killer's eye just before he'd stuck his own weapon into your stomach, and you'd watched him put it neatly away in its place as you bled out.

"Y'know, I think we are looking at victims of opportunity," A tall, lanky one muses, hair in messy waves down to his shoulders as his slender hands hold your journal that you're not too happy he's reading. "There's nothing in here that indicates any sort of high-risk lifestyle, or anything that connects Y/N to the other victims. I think she just had her window open, and that was enough."

"I think you're right, Reid. This doesn't exactly look 'high-risk' to me." Another speaks, the dark tone of his skin a stark contrast against the white button-up he's holding out from your closet.

"But there's still something missing," Reid hums, peering confusedly around the room, "I mean, the other victims lived miles away. So if these really are opportunity kills, this guy's driving across the country and perusing neighborhoods to kill? That's not very probable."

"No. There's something else," The bigger one agrees, kneeling by the stain of your blood against the carpet. You watch on from the corner of the room, waiting for him to tuck his fingers just beneath the edge of the bed and withdraw the token that had fallen there when your killer had flailed about in the loss of his eye.

He doesn't.

You groan with frustration, but neither of them hear it. You're tired of waiting, tired of watching, tired of hoping they crack the case. You lunge for the bed, sending a breeze against the bottom of the comforter and rippling it so that the coin is visible for a split second.

The bulky agent's eyes widen slightly at the unexplainable draft, his thick brows dipping in concern. But he's seen the shiny coin, and he lets out a tsk as he examines it.

"Morgan? What's wrong?" Reid glances over at him, "Is that-?"

"A train token," Morgan drawls, "'Guess we know how this guy's getting around."

"Where did you find that?"

"It was under the bed." Morgan recalls, "It was... weird. There was this little breeze, like- like someone moved the comforter. That's the only reason I saw it. Would've missed it otherwise."

Reid's eyebrows arch curiously, then a smirk slides over his lips, "Maybe it was a ghost."

"There's no such thing as ghosts, pretty boy." Morgan scoffs, standing up straight with the token in hand, "Let's go, we've gotta deliver the profile- ah!"

Before they can walk out the door, you grab the shoe from your closet, flinging it at Morgan's ankle in retaliation for his rather rude comment. He jumps nearly a foot in the air, looking down at your bloody heel in terror.

"That just- that just hit me! It flew out of the closet, and- no, man, I'm not doing this. Fuck- fuck this, I'm going back to the car."

"It's bloody," Reid crouches to examine the shoe, warily glancing at the closet it had flown from, "Go ahead, Morgan, I'll just be a second."

"That is why white people die in horror movies," Morgan spits, already beelining for the front door, "I don't fuck with ghosts!"

When he's gone, Reid is silent. He snaps pictures of the heel, only touching the mess after it's been sufficiently recorded. There's some obscene mush that rubs off onto his finger and he grimaces, inspecting the remains.

"It's an eye," He murmurs to himself, but you hear it from where you're crouched right beside him. He has a pretty face, Morgan wasn't lying. He peers curiously once more at the closet, and you slide yourself into his line of vision as if he can see you. It's refreshing to have someone look at you again, even if they don't know they are.

Reid stands, taking your heel with him. He digs a plastic bag out of his pocket and slides the heel inside, gloves stained the same unsettling color. He starts for the door, finished with his investigation, but he lingers just before he can exit your bedroom. You're standing just behind him, intent on walking the man out and watching him drive away.

He turns back, gaze aimed towards the closet that's no longer occupied by your supernatural throwing arm.

"Thank you," He speaks, "I believe you're real. And I hope this- uh, finishes your business here. I hope you get to rest soon."

[yootaesowlwrites]

I Just Want One Tiny Taste - Eric Sohn

W/C: 3.4K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “How many times have you jerked off to me?” + “I just want one tiny taste…”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, roommates, masturbation, nudism, nicknames, oral(female receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, nipple sucking, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), roommates to lovers, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were lost in thought as you grab onto Eric’s door knob and push it open, you wanted to ask him something, but the thoughts quickly vanished from your thoughts once you saw him completely naked on his bed with his cock in his hand and his phone in the other. He pauses mid-stroke as his eyes widen, he wasn’t expecting you to just walk in on him like you did. You lick your lips before a smirk forms on your lips, and you begin to move forward.

“Caught being naughty,” You say. You reach his bed and take hold of his phone, snapping him out of his shocked state, you look at the phone and found a picture of you open in his photo's app. “How many times have you jerked off to me?”

“I… Uh, Y-Y/n, it’s n-not what yo-you think,” He stutters out, trying to reach for his phone, only for you to pull the device out of his reach and lock it, You look at him before placing his phone on the bedside table, feeling a surge of confidence course through you.

“You could have just asked if you needed inspiration to jerk off,” You say. He pulls his hand away from his cock, scrambling to try and find something on his bed that could cover him up. “I would have gladly agreed to be your muse,” You were absolutely calm on the outside, but your mind screamed at you to run away and feel embarrassed about the situation. “I mean… the real thing is better than a photo, right?” He pauses, and you grip the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, dropping it to the floor, you then remove your bra and drop it right next to your shirt. “Don’t you agree, Youngjae?”  He swallows, and you watch his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. You weren’t sure where the fuck your sudden boost of confidence was coming from, you should be running out and hiding in shame at your actions.

“I… uh yes, I… yes,” He stutters out. He watches as you slide your hands over your breasts and down your stomach before curling your fingers around the waistband of your pants, his eyes widen as he watches you push your pants down along with your panties, he watches closely and intently as you step out of them before you take a few steps back and grab onto his desk chair and turn it to face the bed.

“Feeling more comfortable now that we’re both naked?” You ask as you sit down on the chair, spreading your legs slightly and giving him a perfect view of your pussy that was starting to grow wet. He was completely frozen, and you could feel your mind slowly catching up to you, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. “Or should I leave?” He watches as you begin to close your legs, the view slowly disappearing from him when he snaps out of it.

“I, no!” He quickly says. “No, no, Fuck, no… don’t I… wasn’t expecting this,” You nod your head. “I just… this isn’t a dream, right?” You swallow as you now completely shut your legs and press your hands into your knees, building up the courage to stand up and making sure your legs wouldn’t give out on you when you ran for the door.

“No, no it’s not, this is very much real, and I’m starting to realize that I’m probably embarrassing myself in front of you right now,” You say. He quickly scrambles off the bed, falling to his knees and crawling towards you, his hands grip your knees, just below yours, and looks up at you with concern in his eyes, concern that you would get up and leave.

“No, no, why?” He asks. “Why do you feel like you are, because I can promise you that you’re totally not,” You were both naked, and he had a raging hard-on, and now he was holding onto your knees, his hold was burning your skin.

“For interrupting your private moment,” You say. “I should probably go,” You try to get up, only for him to firmly press down on your knees and slide his hands higher to have a better grip on you to keep you seated.

“Oh, no, no, please don’t go… fuck,” He says. “Unless you feel uncomfortable, and you chased your mind, but fuck, don’t go,” You watch him as he practically pleads you not to get up and leave his room. “I just… I just want one tiny taste…” You feel your muscles twitch and your insides twist at his words. “If you allow me… you can totally say no…” You take in a deep breath.

“Yes…” You breathe out. “You can have a taste,” You watch his eyes light up before his hands grip the crease of your hips, and he leans forward, his lips make contact with yours as he kisses you hotly, your eyes shut as you move your hand to the back of his head, twisting your fingers into his hair. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to allow him access to explore your mouth, while his thumbs press against the crease of your thighs while his hand was squeezing the top of your thighs. Your other hand grabs onto his biceps and holds onto it, you could feel the temperature surrounding you shifting as the air became hot and heavy.

He pulls away from the kiss, causing strings of saliva to break off onto your chin as he does, but his lips were instantly on your jaw and kissing down your neck and over your collarbone before reaching the top of your breast, his tongue presses against your skin, and he licks a strip down to your nipple before taking the bud into his mouth.

“Ohh… fuck, Jae…” You breathe out, keeping your eyes closed as the pleasurable sensation goes through your body and builds up in your core. “Hmm…” One of his hands slides over the top of your thighs before it slips between them and pulls your legs apart, and moves his body between them to keep them spread for him. He slides his hand upwards and brushes the tips of his fingers against your folds, making you buck your hips forward. “Fuck, Jae…” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth, and you felt like he was tugging on the ball of tension that was growing inside you instead. You open your eyes and look down at him and saw him looking up at you as he was sucking on your nipple. “Fuck…” He releases your nipple and licks his lips.

“If I knew you were so willing to do this, I would have approached you weeks, no, months ago,” He says. His lips make contact with your stomach, and he kisses down and pauses right before he reaches your belly button. “I’ve wanted you… for months,” You could feel your stomach twisting at his words. “You want this, right?”

“For weeks now,” You mutter. You admit, that you found your roommate attractive when you first moved in, but once you got to know him some more, you quickly fell for him but decided to keep it all to yourself and only share it with your closest friends. “Fuck,” His fingers slide along your outer folds, causing a shiver to go up your spine.

“Are you saying I could have tasted you weeks ago and neither of us said a word?” He asks. You nod your head, and he lets out a chuckle as he drops his head. “Fuck, we’re idiots…” This time it was your turn to laugh, he looks up at you. “I guess better late than never,” He dips his head lower and his lips make contact with your inner thigh. “Let’s try and make up for the lost time,” His fingers slide between your folds, and you feel the pads of his fingers going towards your clit before circling around the bud.

“Ohh, fuck, oh, oh, Jae… shit,” You breathe out at the friction near your clit, your insides were twisting as you felt your pussy twitch at the attention it was suddenly getting, you could feel his hot breath near your pussy and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs, and fuck, it was making your mind spin. “Youngjae, fuck…” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you push your hand against it.

“So eager…” He mutters before his lips attach to one of your pussy lips and suck on it, your eyes shut, and you take in a deep breath. “Hmm,” You take your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down on it as the vibrations from his hum went through your pussy and towards the ball of pleasure inside you.

“Youngjae, hmm, oh, my fuck…” You moan, your lids twitch as your eyes move behind them, fuck, the feeling was sensational, sweat was starting to coat your skin, and you were starting to breathe in harder. “OH!” His finger slides over your clit and slowly rubs over the bundle of nerves. “Oh, my…” His other hand pulls away from your hip and feel his breathing becoming deeper against your skin. “Fuck… are you touching yourself?” He pulls at your pussy lip before releasing it.

“Fuck, yes,” He breathes out, your pussy clenches at the thought of his hand sliding along his cock, pleasing himself while making you feel good, “I’m so fucking hard, I need to try and take care of it,” You hear a squelching sound, and it definitely didn’t come from you.

“Fuck, Youngjae, that… is so hot,” You moan. His fingers slide down from your clit, and you feel a digit poking at your slit, his lips push right against your clit, and you could feel his breathing right against the nub.

“I wanna cum inside you…” He mutters, his voice travels through your clit, and you swear you could feel your own juices leaking from you at the words. “So please don’t take too long to get wet enough for me, baby,” Your back arches as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit while at the same time a digit slips into you, you throw your head back and your jaw slacks.

“OHHH!” You loudly moan, your hand on his biceps squeezing down at the sudden jolt of pleasure that goes through your veins, his nose was rubbing against your mound as his lips were wrapped around your clit, his finger curls inside you once it was completely inside you. “FUCK, JAE!” Your chest heaves up and down as you take in deep, rapid breaths. “Oh, my fucking…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm,” He moans against your clit, and with each moan you could feel the ball of pleasure inside you growing bigger and bigger, and your juices only getting slicker as it grew. A second digit slips into you, and you feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers pump in and out of you.

“Fuck, I… Jae…” You moan as your head turns from side to side, pleasure fogging up your mind. “I��” His fingers curl inside you, and you feel a shiver go through your spine, your toes curl into his carpet floor and your muscles tighten. “Jae… Jae, I’m…” A third digit slips into you, stretching your walls even more. “Oohhh,” He releases your clit and licks a slow thick stripe over your clit, the friction making your legs shake as the rough texture of his tongue glides over your clit. “FUCK!” You sit up straight as the ball of pleasure inside you come undone, his fingers rapidly pump in and out of you to ease you through your high and make sure your walls were stretched enough for him. Stars danced behind your lids and your mind floated through the clouds and your legs shake from the pleasure.

“Hmm, so good,” He breathes against your pussy, making you push your hand harder down against the back of his head. “You’re so needy and desperate for more,” His tongue flicks over your clit, causing your back to arch. “Let me get you on the bed first,” You feel him place his wet hands on your hip and your shoulder before helping you up.

“Fuck, Jae, your cum on me… fuck,” You whimper out as he guides you towards the bed. He carefully lays you down and makes sure you're in the middle of the bed before he climbs on between your legs, pushing them wide open for him and giving himself the perfect view of your needy, glistening pussy.

“Fuck, you’re just… everything,” He says as his eyes slowly move up along your body, taking in everything about you, every little detail he was able to spot, one of these days he will explore your entire being to find which spots gave you the most pleasure and which ones he should avoid. “I need you now…” You were barely coming down from your high when you felt your hips being lifted and a fluffy pillow being placed underneath your butt. You lift your head and look at him through half-open lids. Sweat coated his chest and his hair was stuck to his forehead, a sight that made your walls clench and your insides twist together.

“Fuck… you…” You mutter and drop your head down onto the bed. You feel his legs touch the inside of your thighs and moments later you feel his cock brush against your folds before they push between them and slide up and down along your pussy.

“Fuck, so hot… and wet,” He mutters and moves himself towards your entrance. He places one hand on your hip and pushes the head into you, your jaw slacks as you feel him slowly stretching your walls and filling you. “Ohh, o-ohh,” He places his other hand on your hip as well and slowly pushes his hips forward to fill you.

“F-fuck, Youn-Youngjae…” You moan, your lids flutter as you feel your pussy slowly being stuffed by him. “F-fuck, I… you, hmm,” His fingers press into your skin, and you reach up and grip onto his bedding, twisting the fabric between your fingers. “Ohh…”

“Fuck, you… feel so good,” He grunts out, feeling your walls squeezing around him the further he sinks into you. “Taking me so good,” He thrusts his hips forward, swiftly filling you and causing your tits to bounce as he does.

“Oh!” You gasp at the sudden movement and turn your head to the side. “Jaaaeee…” You feel your muscles tightening as he slowly begins to slide out of you already. “Fuck, fuck, I… shit,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your head turns to the other side. The sound of your wetness quickly fills the room as he finds a pace fast enough for him yet slow enough.

“Fuck, I don’t… think I’m gonna… last long,” He says between gasps. He slides his hands along your sides and over your breasts before over your upper arms and along your forearms, you release the bedding as his hands reach yours and grab onto them, interlocking your fingers with his. “Fuck, yes,” His stomach brushed against yours with every thrust, and you swear that you could feel his muscles tightening as he does. He pulls your hands until they’re next to your head and pushes them into the bed.

“Hmm, I… we should have, oh, fuck… done this a long time ago-ooohh,” You moan. His lips make contact with your collarbone and moments later you feel him starting to suck on the skin there. “Oh, fuck…” You squeeze his hands, the feeling of his hearing his loud hot breath so close to your ear and feeling his lips suck a mark into your skin was adding to the feeling of your high building inside you. “Youngjae…” You feel your legs starting to shake as your toes begin to curl, you decide to lift one leg and wrap it around and feel his cock slide in just a little deeper. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” He mutters as he pulls away from the mark he was creating. “Fuck, you’re milking me, I’m…” You could hear a strain in his voice as he spoke. “F-fuck…” You could feel his hips stuttering for a second. “I’m…”

“Fuck, let me rub my clit,” You say. He releases one of your hands, and you immediately move your arm between your bodies, you feel his stomach rubbing more against your arm and felt his muscles pulling against your arm. “Fuck, you’re close…” You press your fingers against your clit and begin rubbing the bundle of nerves, he picks up on your breathing picking up before he felt your walls pulse around him.

“FUCK!” He loudly moans, your walls clench as the sound was so close to your ear. His pace picks up as he begins chasing after his high, his mind was spinning as he felt a heartbeat right in the head of his cock and knew he had to get it out. “Fuck, fuck, are y-you close?”

“Hmm,” You whimper out and push your head into the mattress as you feel your muscles tighten, and the knot inside you grow at a rapid pace. “Jae… YoungjAAEE!” Your back arches as the ball of pleasure inside you comes undone and pleasure courses through your body, your eyes shut and stars fly past your vision.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I…” He mutters before his hips harshly snap forward, his body shakes on top of yours as hot ropes of cum spill into you, his hand squeezes your hand as his other hand grips the bedding and pulls at it. “FUCK, fuck, so good, shit…”

“Jae, Jae, fuck,” You chant out as your mind floats through the clouds, your body felt light as it was going through the ecstasy feeling. “Oh, my… fucking…” His hips rock into yours as he eases himself through his high, you pull your fingers away from your clit and move your hand to his side. “What if I sucked you off right now?” His hips buck forwards, your words making his mind spin even more, before he lifts his head to look at you.

“Fuck… you can’t say shit like that,” He says. You open your eyes to look at him, he could see satisfaction in your eyes with a hint of mischief in them. “Fuck, Y/n…”

“And what if I’m not joking?” You whisper. He sits on his knees and looks down at you, your skin glistened with sweat and your chest was heaving up and down. “What if I do that?”

“I would lose my absolutely damn mind,” He breathes out. Beads of sweat rolls down his chest and he was breathing heavily, his ears were red, and his eyes held a mixture between lust and warmth in them. “Another time… another time, fuck, it’s so tempting to see if you actually would, but another time…” He pulls his cock from you and watches as his cum and yours spill from your sopping hole and onto his bedding. “Let me take care of you now… you took care of my problem, let me take care of you,” You drop your leg from his waist and drop your hands onto the bed. “Are you okay… was this okay?” His tone suddenly softer.

“Hmm,” You say as you nod your head. “It was… it was more than okay,” He nods his head and slides his hand along your inner thigh, making you feel how much your juices had splattered from his thrusts.

“Let’s go take a shower, and then order some delivery,” He says. You sit upright and grab onto his shoulders, stopping him from getting up.

“What are we, Youngjae?” You softly ask. His expression softens slightly and he leans closer. “I don’t… want to be a one-time thing,” He squeezes your inner thigh, making you whimper at the feeling.

“Well… I would very much like for you to be mine,” He says. “To be with me, so we can do this a lot more often, and so I can call you mine…” You softly smile and lean in a little closer.

“Then say those magic words, Youngjae…” You whisper, your noses touch and your lips were so close to touching.

“Will you be mine, Y/n?”

[amiserableseriesofevents]

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers for Clegan ? 🥺❤️

Hi! ♥️

Some fluff set in the Such Stuff universe for you 🥰✨

John looks at the list on his phone one more time: ID, phone charger, one of Buck's books, eight clean shirts, two pairs of short sweatpants, underwear, socks, a spare pair of jeans, a camera, a notebook, toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb, his trusted razor. For the body wash and shampoo, he'd debated whether to steal some of Buck's, but he'd like to still have a place to stay once he's back.

“All done?” The man in question asks him from where he's looming, leaning against the open door of their bedroom. He's feigning nonchalance but by now John's fully able to read him like an open book; the subtle crease of his brow and the glint of sadness in his eyes are enough to make him sigh as he zips his backpack closed. He still has less than half an hour before he has to go and pick up the others, and then they'll be off for a week touring with their new show, a shortened rendition of The Odyssey.

John would lie if he said he's not excited about it, it's the first show they're touring with since The Tempest; it's also the first time he's leaving to go on tour since moving in with Buck, and that's the not so great part of it. They are so used at having the other around all the time, at coexisting in the same space, at never going to sleep alone; and now John is leaving, even if not for long, and he knows the distance will be a little harder this time.

So he walks up to Buck, who's still stubbornly staring at the void in front of him, and tucks a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. “It's only a week,” he says softly. “I'll be back before you even notice.”

Buck tenses, then lets go. “I am already noticing,” he says, a huge fucking confession from one like him. “There's no beer in the fridge and no socks scattered around in our room. And you stole my book,” he adds, looking pointedly at his now empty bedside table.

“I thought you didn't like beer and having to pick up my dirty socks,” John tries with half a smile.

“It's better than spending a whole week by myself,” Buck answers, then he sighs and brings his hands up to his face, rubbing at it. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. You're working, I know, you're not going on vacation without me. I shouldn't be here complaining like a child.”

John drops his backpack to the floor to hold his boyfriend properly, enveloping him in his strong arms until he can rest his cheek on the side of Buck's head; he feels him tense for a moment, almost resisting the hug, but then Buck melts into it, nuzzling his face in the curve of John's neck, breathing deeply as if to store the smell of him in his nose for the days to come. His arms snake behind John's back, hands clutching at the soft fabric of his sweatshirt to hold him there.

It's been a harsh period on Buck, John knows it very well. Now that he's not a substitute teacher anymore he earns more money and can be more relaxed about his financial stability but he also works a lot more, and now that the winter break is approaching there hasn't been a single day in the past two or three weeks where he didn't have lessons to prepare, tests and essays to grade, parents-teachers meetings to attend to – it's also the reason why he can't join John on these dates in Michigan, despite his tries.

“It's ok, love. You're just working too much,” he reassures him, petting his hair.

“I barely even have the time to take shifts at the Abbotts,” Buck responds, voice muffled by John's skin.

“But your students love you, algebra is doing well thanks to you, and the drama club is fire this year.”

“They are pretty good,” Buck admits making John smile. “I just can't wait for these two weeks to end. I'll be better in January, after I get some rest.”

“I know. Here's what we're gonna do: you're going to survive this week, I'll be sending you math puns and stupid pictures every day like I'm not even gone. Then when I'm back I'm going to take care of you for the remaining week, cleaning the house and cooking all your favorite foods, listening to your rants and cuddling you whenever you need it. Then, for Christmas, we're going to relax at my uncle's cabin just like we planned, and when I say relax I mean I'm not going to let you leave the bed for three days.”

“I don't know that I'm capable of sleeping that much,” Buck comments, a smile clear in his voice.

“And who said anything about sleeping?”

Before the playful teasing can continue though, the alarm on John's phone starts buzzing and he's forced to disentangle himself from the hug to shut it off.

“I have to go,” he says apologetically. Buck still looks like a kicked puppy, but there's more color on his cheeks and the faintest spark in the deep blue of his eyes – it can be enough, for now.

“Did you grab the instant ice?” He asks.

“Ah, fuck. No, I forgot. Don't worry, I'm gonna stop at the supermarket when we get there and-”

“I got you three packs,” Buck shuts him up, this time with a small smile on his lips. “Somehow I knew you were going to forget it.”

John plants a kiss on his lips in response. “That's about the millionth reason why I love you, Buck,” he tells him, making him blush, then he picks up the backpack and follows Buck to the kitchen where he's stored the medical supplies. Then it's really time for him to go, or he'll be late and Crosby will be insufferable.

Buck walks him to the door. John shoots a text to Brady to tell him to meet him at the car, then turns to his boyfriend one last time. “I'll call you when we get there,” he says, leaning to give him one more kiss.

“Be safe. I love you,” Buck tells him, so softly it makes John's heart flutter in his chest. He kisses Buck's forehead in response, lingers there inhaling the familiar smell of his shampoo. “I love you too,” he says, punctuates it with another kiss.

In all his years spent traveling around the country with this show or that one, he's never once felt such a pull to return to one specific place, not even to his parents's house in Wisconsin. He's never felt, John realizes as he watches Buck disappear behind the closing doors of the elevator, at home.

It fills his heart with love, and such tender nostalgia; now he knows how Odysseus felt on his long journey to Ithaca. Lucky for him, a week is bound to pass much quicker than ten years.

[campingwiththecharmings]

tagged by @soft-girl-musings ❤️ ty, this was super fun! tagging whoever wants to do this (please tag me in your posts!!!!)

1. Type your name followed by core into pinterest and paste the first pic. 2. Refresh your pinterest homepage and paste the first person. 3. Refresh your pinterest homepage and paste a random aesthetic picture. 4. Write a little story :)

(Please be gentle, I have not actually seen Dune, tho I did read a little of the novel, and am basing this characterization on my very limited exposure to Leto lol)

Dune Modern AU (I guess??) - Leto Atreides x F!Reader | (1,840 words) | Not proofread

AN: i...might've gone a bit overboard with this lmaooo. i blame oscar. 🫣

Warnings: murder, allusions to SA, probably a tad stockholm syndrome-y (lol), vague smut, some angst.

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You struggle against the crewman's tight hold on your wrists, knowing that even if you were to break free, you'd have no where to escape to. Your ship had been attacked and boarded that morning by pirates, after which you, along with a handful of others, had been left to die on your pillaged ship.

When a ship flying the flag of Caladan had happened upon you, you'd been relieved, over the moon, even. That is, until they'd boarded and killed everyone left alive save for you. You should've known something was off as soon as they stepped onto the deck, their uniforms filthy and unkempt. But you'd been so desperate, had wanted to believe so badly that you were being rescued.

You don't know where he's taking you now, but given the lecherous look he'd given you just before grabbing you, you can take a guess.

Hopefully he'll at least have the decency to kill you once he's finished.

You growl as the man pushes open the door at the end of the hall, dragging you swiftly behind him. He throws you into a chair and looms over you, caging you in with a hand on either armrest.

"Feisty, aren't we?" he says, his dark eyes cold and cruel. "I like the feisty ones."

You stare him down with a glare, determined to not let this man take the only thing you have left: your dignity. He smirks at you and leans in, but it halted by the sound of the door opening.

"I'll take it from here, Yueh."

You watch as the man's lip curls slightly, annoyed at being interrupted. Nevertheless, he stands, schooling his face into an indifferent mask and turning toward the newcomer.

"Of course, Captain."

The crewman leaves, closing the door behind him with a loud "thwack," leaving you alone with this new man, apparently the captain.

You study him, noting that his uniform is in far better condition than that of his subordinates. Even his knee-high boots have been polished to a shine. You drag your eyes up his torso, then his chest, your eyes snagging on the insignia pinned over his left breast pocket. It looks familiar, but you can't seem to immediately place it. You allow your eyes to continue their journey, sliding up his neck, over his graying beard and stately nose, until you meet his eyes.

They're a warm, deep brown with a gentleness in them you are not accustomed to seeing in men (especially those in authority). He smiles at you apologetically, knowing he is at least partially responsible for the terror you've endured.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle, just like his eyes.

Inexplicably, the facade you've erected to make yourself seem unaffected by all of this crumbles at his question. No, you are absolutely not alright. In less than a week you've been attacked by pirates, had all of your possessions either taken or destroyed, and have watched almost every person you care for die. Tears well in your eyes and you're helpless to stop them from falling.

Embarrassed, you hide your face in your hands, silently sobbing into your palms. You flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Was he...comforting you? You look up, his eyes radiating sadness and, dare you say, compassion?

He hugs you then, gently pulling you against his chest and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He murmurs soothing words, promises to keep you safe, tells you you'll never have to live in fear again so long as he is with you. .

And you believe him, God help you.

He asks you to call him Leto despite clearly holding some kind of title. It feels odd to be so informal, but you do as he asks. He does not appear to have much trust in his crewmen, namely the group who'd boarded your ship. As a result of this, he is reluctant to let you out of his sight, so you spend most of your time with him. He does most of the talking, telling you of his beloved homeland Caladan, of his son Paul...of his late wife, Jessica. When you are ready, you do the same, telling him about where you grew up, of your parents, of your desire to see the world.

It's not until a few weeks later that you realize you're falling in love with him.

You do your best to hide it but he seems to sense the shift in you. The night before you are expected to return to Caladan, he finally asks what's troubling you. As when you'd met him that first day, his eyes are what get to you, the gentle kindness and patience in them like a balm to your soul.

"I...I think I'm in love with you," you admit, sure he doesn't feel the same.

But he surprises you yet again.

"I love you too, my darling," he rasps, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

He makes love to you until the sun rises, his movements gentle yet still passionate. His fingers tangle with yours when he pins you to the bed, making you come over and over, you body shaking with pleasure as he smothers your moans with his kiss.

He asks you to marry him in the afterglow, his head nestled between your breasts as you comb your fingers through his soft hair. You tell him you will and he looks up at you with a smile, sitting up so he can steal another kiss from your lips.

There is a commotion on deck as soon as the ship docks and it takes Leto a moment to realize it's not the usual flurry of activity that usually comes with a return to land. Sensing something nefarious, he tells you to escape through the window in his quarters. You don't want to leave him, flat out refuse to, in fact, but he convinces you yet again with his gentle, earnest eyes.

"I need to know you're safe," he says, taking your hands in his. "I'll find you, I promise."

You wait for him at an inn a few blocks from the docks but he never shows. You don't sleep, you can't, too worried about Leto and what might've happened to him. At the first sign of dawn, you leave the inn, returning to the docks in search of your Leto.

His ship is gone, the slip where it had been empty, and your heart sinks. Had it all been a trick? A game? A way to pass the time while at sea? Had he even really loved you or had he just told you that so you'd warm his bed?

You consider asking the harbormaster if they know what happened but...what would be the point? You know all you need to know: Leto is gone, has left you here alone, despite his promises to protect you, to love you, to marry you.

You do your best not to break down, to not give in to the crushing weight of your broken heart. Using the last of your coin, you decide to stay another night at the inn Leto had told you about, and in the morning, you convince them to hire you as a housekeeper in exchange for a bed and a meager salary. You work there for months, saving every penny you can for passage back to your homeland.

The night before you're set to leave, he finds you.

Leto.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

He's disheveled, almost haggard, and much skinnier than you recall. You wonder briefly if he's been ill but quickly decide it doesn't matter--he left you, fooled you into thinking he loved you.

"I'm so sorry it took me so long," he rasps, his voice strained, as if he'd been screaming for hours.

You scoff, doing your best to avoid looking him directly in the eyes. That's how he always got you, manipulated you.

"It's too late, Leto. I'm leaving in the morning," you tell him, turning away to fiddle with your already-packed bag.

"Will you at least let me explain?" he pleads, shuffling closer.

You sigh, shaking your head. You tell yourself no, that you don't owe him anything, that he doesn't deserve a chance to explain himself...but you can't help but be curious.

Without looking at him, you nod, bracing your palms on the dresser before you.

He thanks you, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before he dives right in. He's been in jail, he claims, was locked up as soon as he stepped foot on land. Evidently, there was a mutiny and some of his crewmen, led by Yueh, had framed him by planting an illegal drug called Spice on board the ship. As soon as it had docked, the mutineers had sent an anonymous tip to the authorities and, as the Captain, Leto was arrested and thrown in jail. Unable to prove his innocence, he'd had no choice but to serve his time.

The story sounds plausible, and you're almost inclined to believe him but....you just can't. Your heart wasn't just broken by him, it was shattered. Irreparably, you think. Even if what he claims happened is true, you can't see how you could ever trust him again. Not after everything you've been through. You tell him as much, back still turned to him. After a beat of silence, you hear him shift closer, feel his warmth against your back, your eyes falling shut as he presses a gentle kiss against the base of your neck. You swallow a whimper, inhaling shakily when he runs his knuckle down the back of your arm.

"Please look at me, my darling," he pleads, voice thick with emotion. "Just one more time."

Hesitantly, you turn and your heart breaks a little more at the pain and desperation in his eyes. He smiles, taking your hand in his and gently squeezing it. Your eyes well with tears, one escaping and sliding down your cheek, and your curse yourself for your weakness. Using his free hand, he swipes the tear away, his touch lingering on your face.

You're not sure who moves first, but suddenly his lips are on yours, and a fire ignites in your chest. More tears slide down your face as you kiss him back, your arms winding around his neck as he hoists you up to sit on the dresser. The action knocks your bag to the floor with a dull thud, but you can't bring yourself to care as Leto licks into your mouth, his tongue hot as it slides against yours.

When he finally thrusts inside you, it feels like coming home. Suddenly you feel safe again, you feel at peace.

In the end, he travels with you back to your homeland. Slowly, the trust that was broken is rebuilt and before you realize what's happening, you allow the love you have for one another to heal your shattered hearts.

[wheels-of-despair]

Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph venture out of your cabin! Words: 1.3k

You wake to the sound of angry whispers.

"It's not proper!"

"Those kids have been through Hell together!"

"They're not married!"

Ralph's eyes open. You hold your breath and listen closely, watching each other beneath the covers and not daring to move a muscle.

"And?"

"And it's despicable! Having to share a room with… with…"

"With my niece, and the boy who saved her life?"

"I thought you said his sister was on board! Send him there, or back to the lounge!"

"My girl wouldn't leave that boy to get on a boat and save her own life, and you think she's going to let him go because you said so?"

A proud smile spreads across your face. You knew Aunt Molly would always be on your side.

"Ugh!" The other woman groans in frustration, and you hear the door open.

"If you think for one minute that I'm--" Molly shuts the door, and your eavesdropping is abruptly cut off.

"She's got it wrong," Ralph whispers. "You're the one who saved me."

"Aunt Molly is never wrong," you smile.

"Then perhaps we'll have to agree to disagree."

"That won't do," you argue, reaching out to cup the side of his face. "Because we saved each other."

You're already close, but you both move your faces forward just a tiny bit for a kiss.

The door closes again.

"Food's here, kids! I let you sleep through dinner last night, but I draw the line at missing breakfast."

Aunt Molly sits on her bed and tells you about how the other survivors are being treated by the generous crew and passengers of the Carpathia while you eat, but you find it hard to concentrate. You do notice that she makes no mention of the argument with her roommate… whose few possessions have disappeared.

Molly leaves again when you've finished eating, and you and Ralph return to bed. You've never been so exhausted in your life. You're grateful for your tiny bed, and the boy you're sharing it with.

There are no windows in your cabin. The only marker of time is whispered words on well-timed bouts of consciousness with Ralph. You remember getting up to eat once more, and to visit the lavatory. You have a vague memory of Molly suggesting that you switch beds, now that Hettie had found other accommodations, and guiding you and Ralph to the slightly larger mattress.

You'd continue to sleep inches apart anyhow.

"Should we go find Victoria?" you ask, during one of those rare occasions you're both awake at the same time.

"No," Ralph sighs. "I don't want to see her."

"I don't want to see anyone but you," you breathe.

"Likewise," he says.

And then you both drift off again.

"I can't stop dreaming about it," Ralph admits another time.

You know exactly what he's talking about. It haunts you too.

"What would you like to dream about?" you ask.

"You," he answers.

"Perhaps if we concentrate on happier things, we'll dream about them?"

"It's worth a try," Ralph sighs. "I want to see snow. Real snow, not just a flurry. I want to be in a warm house, with you, looking out the window at the falling snow. At Christmastime."

"That sounds wonderful," you smile, closing your eyes and trying to picture it. "I'll make us hot cocoa... we can bake cookies… maybe it'll be so hot, we'll have to take our clothes off…"

"Mm…" Ralph hums.

You both drift off again, hoping to experience the romantic scene you've set instead of the horrifying vision of the sea swallowing an unsinkable ship.

It's not until after dinner, delivered by Molly, that you feel truly awake again. Your aches have subsided. Your brain isn't foggy anymore. Your body still wants to remain in bed, however, so you lie there on your back next to Ralph, looking at the ceiling.

"I think I'll enjoy being on solid ground again," you muse.

Ralph doesn't respond. You turn your head to see a worried expression on his face.

"Ralph? Are you alright?"

"Do you still want to marry me?

His question makes your heart stop. Is he having second thoughts? You turn your gaze back to the ceiling, rather than stare at him in fear.

"Of course I do, Ralph. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Absolutely, but… do you think your parents will allow it?"

"I'd like to see them try and stop us," you respond without even having to think about it.

Ralph looks taken aback by your comment.

"I love you, Ralph Penbury," you smile, squeezing his hand and gazing at him in adoration. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether it's an hour or a lifetime, I want it to be with you. And I don't give a damn what anyone else has to say about it."

Ralph's eyes begin to water. He leans over for a kiss. It starts sweet, but soon turns desperate. Passionate. Something you haven't felt up to in days.

"I'm so happy I met you," he breathes.

"So am I," you smile, cupping his jaw and staring into his beautiful eyes. You can't imagine spending another day without him.

"Let's do it," you suggest.

"Do what?"

"Let's get married."

"Have we not just established we're going to?" he asks.

"Now."

"Now?"

"Let's get married now," you clarify. "They can't object if it's already done."

"Do you mean it?"

You nod.

"But… weddings take months to plan."

"Do you want to wait months, Ralph?"

His brow furrows, and you can see him weighing his options.

"You'd be willing to forego the dress, and the flowers, and the church? Your family being present? All those traditions? For me?"

"I don't need any of that, Ralph," you smile. "All I need is you."

"Are you sure?"

"Ralph, please don't think that I'm trying to pressure you into this. We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We're both tired and hazy still. If you want to--"

"No," he interrupts. "Are you sure you want me?"

The unsure look on his face pains you. How can he not see that he's your entire world? You lean forward for a deep kiss.

"Now who's mad?" you ask, pulling back with a smile. You cradle his face in your hands. "Of course I want you, Ralph. You're the only one I've ever wanted. And I'll still want you tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. We don't have to do this now, if you're not ready. I'll wait forever for you."

Ralph stares at you for a moment, then laughs.

"I love you," he says, leaning over to pepper your face with kisses.

"I love you too, Ralph," you giggle, lying helplessly under his attack.

"Well, my love, shall we find ourselves a minister?" he asks when he finishes.

You grin and roll out of bed. You visit the lavatories and fix yourselves up the best you can, and set off in search of a holy man. A steward directs you to the person you're looking for.

You had no idea a wedding could happen so quickly. All the ones you'd attended back home had taken months to plan, like Ralph said. Hundreds of guests, many of whom the bride and groom probably didn't even like. Thousands spent on venues and decorations and dinner for hundreds. So much commotion, the people it was for barely had time to speak to each other.

And then there was this. A quiet ceremony in a dark corner of a ship's library, days after an event that would surely be one for the history books. In the clothes you'd been wearing for days. No fanfare at all; just you, the man you love, and the man reading scripture who would happily sign the necessary papers for a young couple who chose love in the face of tragedy.

It was perfect.

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Chapter One (Part 3)

When the year mark starts to approach and August is upon me once again I start to get angry every time he comes to my mind, because I don’t want to be this way anymore. Last September I cried myself to sleep every night over him, and then woke up in the morning to a moment or two of bliss before I remembered that he was gone, and that familiar black feeling slithered into me again. It doesn’t overcome me so much anymore, but there are still times when it does, and those are the days I’m most angry. These feelings can’t keep coming around. It should have stopped by now. 

I was sent to the school counsellor in October, because my teachers were worried about my slipping performance as well as the generally tortuous air that trailed me wherever I went like a miserable spectre. At the parent teacher meeting, one of them described me as grey faced, staring out of the windows onto rainy hockey pitches for forty minutes at a time. After we’d established that I wasn’t on drugs or being bullied, the counsellor told me that breakups are hard and that I’d be fine soon. I told her that the pain of it feels almost physical, and she mused that I must have really liked him.

“Sometimes it’s harder when a relationship ends before it gets started.” She’d told me. “You’re left with the ‘what ifs, rather than a realistic picture of what was. When people break up after some months or years, it’s often for a good reason, and you can look back at the relationship and pinpoint the things that weren’t so perfect about that person, the things that you aren’t going to miss. When someone just leaves you, especially at this crucial limerence phase it’s infinitely worse. There’s only good feelings and good memories. The possibilities of what could have been have been torn from you. It’s very painful.”

“Well, yeah, it feels infinitely worse than anything I can imagine.”

“Because you’re grieving.”

“Will it end?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“Good.”

On results day, Claire and I show up to school together. We hold off going until the end of the day so that we won’t run into anybody else. It feels like we’re sneaking into the building under a cloak, hoping that nobody will see us and try to peek into our envelopes, and thankfully we’re the only ones there apart from the secretary. 

“Good luck girls.” She drawls before locking the doors. “I hope ye get what ye’re looking for.”

We don’t open them until we drive to Starbucks and order coffees. We don’t make a thing of it, it’s not ceremonial to us, we just tear them open and start counting up the points. 

“Three twenty.” I say. 

“Two ten.” 

We re-seal the envelopes and never talk about it again. I go home later and tell my parents what I got, and they greet the news with lukewarm enthusiasm. I know it’s not what they hoped for me, but it’s enough for me to get into college, so it’s fine. I bring the envelope upstairs to my bedroom and toss it into my desk drawer where I keep other things that I never want to look at again; That stolen copy of Goodnight Mr. Tom, the corner of the cereal box with Jude’s note to me, and an application form to the Berlin Academy of Fine Arts I got from the guidance counsellor and never ended up filling out. 

A week later I am offered a place at NCAD. I accept. 

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Imagine spending Christmas with Dr White 👀

Does your muse like to share any of the Christmas activities? 👀

Thank you so much @enchantzz for this ask and the very inspiring picture. I put something together and I hope you’ll like it. Merry Christmas! ❤️

• Dr. Scott White is on duty on Christmas Eve and has to stay longer than expected due to a patient’s disturbing test result during sleep monitoring.

• When he can finally leave the clinic, he’s both tired and concerned. His young patient shows very unusual sleeping patterns.

• He arrives at your apartment after midnight and uses his own key to unlock the door.

• Your lack of response to his texts makes him certain that you have already gone to bed.

• He finds you sleeping on the couch, tucked in under your favorite blanket; the ridiculously expensive, but insanely soft one you bought as a treat for yourself when you got a promotion.

• The Netflix menu stares silently at him when he reaches for the remote.

• In the corner stands a recently decorated tree and the many lights spread a warm atmosphere. White and silver baubles hang from its branches and the room smells faintly of forest.

• He can see traces of gift wrapping on the table. The roll of green paper with golden stars rests on the floor while scissors and a wax kit lie abandoned together on your side table.

• Scott smiles, knowing how much you enjoy making pretty gifts with old-fashioned seals. He, on the other hand, is happy if he can fold the edges so it doesn’t look like a five-year-old wrapped the gift.

• Without a word he bends down to place a tender kiss on your cheek. Your eyelids flutter, and when he whispers your name, you smile in your sleep.

• He scoops you up from your couch and carries you to the bedroom. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

• While in bed you both undress and after a short detour in the bathroom, he pulls the large duvet over both of your tired bodies. You fall back to sleep in his arms.

• On Christmas Day, Scott wakes before you and decides to bring breakfast back to bed. He wants to spoil you since he ruined your plans for Christmas Eve by working.

• You wake to the smell of coffee and toast. Scott even bothered to make fresh orange juice, and as you carefully eat in bed, he apologizes once more for being so late.

• You smile and assure him that it’s fine. You know that if you want a future with this man, you have to accept his work and how it sometimes affects his personal life.

• After breakfast, you decide to take a walk down to the park. It snowed just a few nights ago, but it has been cold for weeks, and the large pond in the park is popular among skaters. Volunteers clear part of the frozen pond from snow by hand every year, a true sign of devotion.

• The Christmas stall by the pond is open, and Scott buys warm chestnuts and hot cocoa.

• When you return home, he fills your large tub with perfectly tempered water and bubbles.

• You both fit in the tub, and you sit in front of Scott, resting your back against his chest.

• Soft Christmas music seeps from the speaker in the living room. The playlist you prepared in November is finally being used.

• Scott washes your upper body, but soon you long for another type of touch.

• He cups your breasts, and you feel how his caress changes. You welcome his hands everywhere he can reach, and when your needs grow stronger, you get up and lead him to your bed.

• When you’re both satisfied, he holds you close and whispers warm words of love in your ear.

• You promised to make an appearance at your parents’ dinner and to bring Scott. It’s your first Christmas together, and even if he has met your parents before, it still feels special.

• Together you eat a quick lunch, just enough to survive until dinner.

• You let Scott drive, since he needs his car in case of an emergency at the clinic. The snowy landscape frames the holiday picture perfectly.

• Your mother’s Christmas dinner is always way too ambitious. When you look around the large table, you feel blessed to have all these amazing people in your life.

• Scott squeezes your hand under the table, as a reminder of his strong feelings for you. He loves being a part of your big family since his own is far away. Maybe next year you can both go there.

• Later you sit by the fire, exchanging gifts and cuddling on your parent’s couch.

• The beautiful bracelet you admired at the jeweler rests on your wrist. Scott is far too generous sometimes, but you admit it fits perfectly to your dress.

• Eggnog is served in high glasses, homemade sweets occupy a large part of the table, and Scott has his arm around you.

• You rest your head against his shoulder and meet your mother’s gaze on the other side of the room. She smiles back at you.

• In Scott's arms, you always feel safe. There is no other place in the world you would rather be.

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A Little Bit of Happy

Swan Queen FF

She thought she’d finally figured the place out. Henry was unhappy at home, sure, but he wasn’t being abused. The Mayor could be a raging bitch but she could also be one of the best examples of a mother Emma had ever had the chance to see.

Like now, for instance.

Emma stood silently at the bottom of the stairs, one foot on the floor and one still resting on the bottom step with her hand curved around the handrail for balance as she took a moment to watch the two at the end of the garden without them knowing.

Henry was dressed for school, his backpack on and his homework folder in the hands he had clasped in front of him as he listened to whatever it was that Regina was telling him. For once, Emma mused, there was no anger or distrust in his dark eyes. He looked very much like the child Emma believed he probably was before his storybook came into the picture. The kind who obeyed his mother’s commands because she’d brought him up with manners, the kind who loved her just as fiercely as she loved him and with complete innocence. She wondered, not for the first time, just how much of Henry’s dismissal of Regina was more for Emma’s benefit than anything else. Looking at them now, in the quiet of the morning, a fresh day not yet ruined by outside forces, she could quite easily see a way back for these two.

Her heart fluttered in her chest - a strange sensation that she tried hard to ignore - when Regina swept a gentle hand through Henry’s hair, brushing it away from his eyes as she continued speaking quietly with him. Her other arm was crossed over her stomach as though she was bracing herself, waiting for the attack that usually came when she tried to offer her son a little motherly tenderness. Thankfully, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

She watched for a few moments more, really savouring the image she may not get to see again, before she took herself into Regina’s kitchen and out of the line of sight. There was a reason she’d lingered in the bedroom this morning - two really but one of those reasons was just leaving and would remain none the wiser.

She was unsure of herself in all of the worst and most ridiculous ways. Should she stay or should she go?

What had happened last night between herself and Regina was wholly unexpected but, as she’d lain awake a few minutes longer than the prickly mayor, taking in everything that had transpired, it had almost felt inevitable that this was where they were going to end up.

It had started from an argument, full of fire and passion but somewhere in the middle time had seemed to slow. Frantic kisses had become soft and tender. Hair tugs, while absolutely encouraged by both parties, had become fingers threading in silky tresses, cupping the backs of heads to hold one another even closer. Things had shifted between them but Emma was completely unsure of how permanent that change would be.

It was only a few moments more before she heard the front door close and the sound of heels clicking ever closer, echoing the beat of her heart.

There was a slight pause, almost unnoticeable but most certainly a pause, before the kitchen door swung open and Regina breezed in. A pang of sadness resounded in Emma’s chest. The mask was back in place - a calculated smile and eyes that held steady but gave nothing away.

“Thank you for remaining out of Henry’s sight, Miss Swan.” She could feel it, she was about to be dismissed. And sure enough, “But he is happily unaware and on his way to school so no need to linger any longer.”

Regina didn’t even bother to look at her, choosing instead to navigate her way around the kitchen island to the fridge. She began busying herself with pulling what she needed from the shelves as Emma fought for the right response. It was bad enough feeling like she wasn’t good enough in her own head but to be let go so easily only picked at the scabs of very old wounds still not healed. “I, uh…” and had it been any other day and any other person, she probably would have already left without even thinking of saying goodbye but last night had been different with Regina…at least she’d thought so. So much so that she found herself too hurt to even argue with the woman. So she didn’t. “Bye, Regina.”

She gave the brunette one last lingering look, allowed herself one more moment to mourn the ridiculous fantasy she’d obviously cooked up all on her own last night, before she was making her way back through the kitchen door and across the foyer.

It was only as she pulled her own walls back up around her heart, certain that she would never again speak to Regina if Henry were not concerned, that the sound her name being called had her turning to find Regina standing in the kitchen doorway looking torn.

A full bottom lip was pulled between perfectly straight teeth as the mayor’s mask slipped a few inches, revealing an indecision similar to Emma’s own. As if anything could be simple when it came to them. “Would you like to stay for coffee?”

Emma couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at her lips in return as she wasted no time thinking and nodded her response. Glad to see a smile pulling at Regina’s lips that could be mistaken for something close to happy or, at least where they were concerned, as happy as they could be for now. And for now, a little bit of happy was better than none at all.

Taken from the September Prompts list currently on my page. This is number 1. Coffee Smell

If you like the look of any others, feel free to request one with any Regina ship.

[helplesslyblue77]

Your Smile is the Sunrise, It Warms my Heart

Chapter 1: How it Began...

“WHAT?”

The shrill shriek pierced the air and you winced, yanking the phone away from your ear. Emma really was so loud.

“Emma!” you giggled “not so loud! You're gonna bust my eardrums”.

‘Sorry” she whispered, not sounding sorry at all, “I just can't believe you didn't tell me! This is big news.” you could hear her pouting over the phone.

“How dArE you forget to tell your BEST FRIEND…” she paused for dramatic effect. “That your dad is getting remarried and you're moving in with your seven brothers!!” 

You sighed, kitten heels clicking on the sidewalk. “I know, I'm sorry Emma, it's just big news and I kind of forgot to tell you.”

You heard her indignant ‘Humph’ across the phone line. “Fine.” she huffed, “But after you meet them you better tell me all about it.” you smiled “Yes, Emma.” you groaned, stopping as you reached your destination.

“I'm here, I gotta go.” Emma voiced her goodbyes and you hung up, turning to the large modern mansion in front of you. 

Truth be told you could really use her around for moral support you thought to yourself, clutching your purse tighter in your hand. 

Emma was one of your very best friends.

You'd met in elementary school when you had been put in a group project back in the states and stuck together ever since. Your other friend Jùn Dé had joined you in eighth grade and the three of you had been inseparable ever since.

You were an odd combo, Emma with her pink hair and quintessential Korean pretty girl looks, A-Jùn with his shoulder-length auburn hair and a new girl hanging off his arm every week, and you, the loud but easily flustered girl from the states.

The three of you had made quite the picture all through high school. 

You could really use one of them with you now, you thought to yourself. But alas, it was not to be, Emma caught up in a project for her Drama class and A-Jùn in his hometown for a family reunion. He groaned and moaned about it two, begging you to come with him, but had been dragged away by his brother, barely holding back from kicking and screaming. 

So here you were. All alone. In front of your new house. About to meet your new brothers.

You felt like cursing your dad, too busy with his Fiance on their Cruze of the Mediterranean to bother introducing you. He had apologized, and you understood why, they were newly engaged and wanted to spend time together, but you couldn't help resenting him a little.

Steeling yourself and pulling back your shoulders, you opened the gate, and marched up the front walkway, pressing the doorbell.

While waiting you took a moment to admire the perfectly trimmed gardens. The rows of pink roses, yellow daffodils, and purple lavender painted a stunning picture. The large white fountain, a statue of Venus in the center, water erupting from her hands. You let yourself relax, this place was beautiful and so, so peaceful.

You were jolted out of your musings by the sound of a throat being cleared and you startled, face on fire, turning back to the door. 

“You must be our new sister.” you nodded. “I'm Name,” you said, trying to keep your voice under control.

This was so embarrassing, your new brother had caught you daydreaming and on top of that, he was handsome. So handsome.

You blushed. “Nice to meet you, Name,” he said, once again pulling you out of your embarrassing thoughts. “Im Seokjin, the eldest.” he smiled at you kindly and you thought you might melt into a puddle right then and there.

“It's nice to meet you.” you managed. You needed to get yourself under control! It didn't matter how handsome your new brother was, he was off-limits.

They all were.

With this sobering thought, you smiled right back at him and followed him as he stepped aside, showing you into the house.

The house was large, with art pieces hanging along the walls and large vases of those beautiful flowers you spotted outside on each table. As you walked into the living room you noticed a grand piano in the corner and you almost squealed.

A grand Piano! And a concert-style one too! Your inner pianist was squealing in delight and you turned excitedly to your new brother.

“Is that a concert piano? Can I play it? Is it in tune?” you babbled out, eyes sparkling with excitement. Seokjin smiled, charmed by your enthusiasm. “You play piano?” he asked.

You nodded, “yes, I've played for a while now. Since I was 14.” he smiled again,  “You’ll have to ask Yoongi, it's his.” he responded, ruffling your hair. You nodded, storing the information away for later.

A concert Piano! A Big House, and a handsome older brother!! You certainly were winning in life, Emma would have a field day.

Seokjin grinned. Your enthusiasm was adorable, he certainly was lucky to have such a cute younger sister.

 “Your room is this way,” he said, leading you up the stairs and into a long hallway. 

“We all room on this floor. This one is mine, Taehyung and Jimin are next. You're between Yoongi and Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoesok at the end.” he gestured to your room. 

“All the rooms have nameplates on them, so it's pretty easy to tell whose is whose.” you looked up at him.

“Are the others here yet?’ he shook his head, leading you to your own bedroom and opening the door. “Jimin and Hoesok are both at part-time jobs, Yoongi’s napping in his room, Namjoon and Taehyung are both out grocery shopping and Jungkook had a school function he had to go to.”

You stepped into your room and your jaw dropped.

It was huge! Way bigger than your old room. Large floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with light blue drapes and a huge king bed.

A door attached led to another room and you opened it, practically screaming when you saw the large walk-in closet. “Is the room ok?” you turned to Seokjin. “Oh, it's perfect!” you said, excitement scrawled all across your face.

Seokjin grinned happily. “I'm glad you like it. The bathroom is down the hallway. Unfortunately, we only have one on this floor, so I hope you don't mind sharing.” you nodded excitedly barely hearing his words as you rushed over to peer out the windows, into the garden below.

“Take your time to unpack and explore a little.” Seokjin left the room, closing the door softly behind him. 

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It took no time at all to unpack your purse and small overnight bag and as soon as you were finished you headed downstairs.

Your plan was to go back to your apartment in a few days when A-Sang came back to pick up the rest of your boxes and fully move in by the end of the week. He had offered to help you and you desperately needed it.

You owned way too many clothes. 

You followed the sounds of voices to the kitchen and froze. Seokjin noticed you and smiled, waving you over.

“Name, this is Namjoon and Taehyung.” You walked over, ignoring how handsome your new brothers were, and smiled at them.

“It's nice to meet you.” you started.

Before you could continue you were enveloped by the smell of flowers as 178 centimeters of cute boy embraced you in his arms. “Taeyhyung,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

“Nice to meet you, Noona.” You squeaked and hugged him back, hiding your red face in his tee shirt.

“Nice to meet you too,” you said. You liked to think you were immune to pretty people.

You were pretty enough and had attracted a lot of staring. Emma was drop-dead gorgeous and A-Sang was a delicate type of sexy. You had thought you were immune. But this day was very quickly proving you wrong.

If the rest of your brothers were this handsome you were in trouble. You needed to get a hold of yourself.

Pulling your head away from Taehyung’s shoulder, you smiled at the other one, standing awkwardly by the door, rubbing the back of his neck. “You must be Namjoon, it's nice to meet you.” he grinned at you, shaking the offered hand. “Nice to meet you, Name.” 

He seemed pleasant. Grinning at you in a friendly way as he shook your hand firmly. His hand was big, much larger than your own, and enveloped yours. 

Jin spoke suddenly, shocking you out of your daze. “Tae, Namjoon, go put the groceries away.” Taehyung reluctantly pulled himself off your back and picked up the groceries, following Namjoon into the pantry.

Seokjin smiled at you apologetically, “I'm sorry about Taehyung, he is pretty touchy when he's sleepy.” You shook your head, smiling back. “Oh, it's no problem, Seokjin. I appreciate how welcoming you all have been.”

“It's no problem, and by the way,” he started, scratching the back of his neck,  “You can call me Jin-Oppa if you want.” He could feel the tips of his ears burning. You blushed a little, “Ok Jin-Oppa, is there anything I can help with?”

Jin grinned, grateful for an escape, and nodded, “I'd love it if you could help with dinner.” he said, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Can you start the rice?”

You nodded and followed him into the kitchen, taking a few deep breaths to calm your red face.

❀❀❀

By the time you and Jin had finished dinner, it was already 6:30. You heard the door slam open and Jin smirked

“Sounds like Jungkook” he said, setting out the places. “Our youngest, he's still in University.”

“What school does he go to?” you asked, “-------- University.” you smile. “Oh, I knew that name sounded familiar. We go to the same university!”

Jin looks at you in surprise, “We have a shared class as well, English.” 

You look up as you hear footsteps, eyes landing on the familiar figure of Jungkook. You smile, giving him a little wave. 

“Hey, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook freezes, staring at you, his face flushing an embarrassing red.

“Name.” he says, pushing his hair out of his eyes, “what are you doing here.”

You smile at him, “Surprise!” you exclaim thoroughly cheered up by the sight of a friendly face, “I'm your new step-sister!” 

Jungkook stares at you, mouth open, before he abruptly turns, running back upstairs. You frown, feeling a little hurt.

Noticing your expression, Jin just shakes his head. “I'm sure he was just surprised, Name.” You nodded, “yeah, of course.” going back to setting the table. It was bound to be just as confusing for them as it was for you. You were so grateful to Jin and the others for being so kind and welcoming. You hoped the other brothers could eventually accept you as family, Jungkook as well. 

The opening notes of Pretty Woman blasted from your pocket and you jumped, smiling nervously at Jin. “Sorry it's my friend.” he nodded at you and whispered a soft, “Dinners in twenty minutes”.

You gave him a thumbs up and slipped out of the kitchen into the living room, collapsing on the sofa. 

As soon as you picked up the phone, Emma’s excited voice reached your eardrums.

“Name, How did it go? Did you meet your brothers? Are they hot? Are they nice?”

You laughed, cutting her off. 

“Hello, Emma, nice to talk to you again.”

She huffed impatiently.

“Yes Emma, I met my brothers.” you started switching to Mandarin.

“They're all very nice. And unfortunately, the ones I've met are very handsome,” you admitted, hoping none of the boys spoke Mandarin.

You couldn't use English, you knew Namjoon spoke it fluently. It was at times like this you thanked your father for forcing you to learn Korean and Mandarin when you were yonger, your native language English. 

“They have all been very welcoming.” you switched back to Korean. “And my bedroom is huge bro!”

She giggled, “girl you better invite me over STAT, I need to see those handsome brothers of yours.” 

“Shush!” you hissed at her through the phone. 

She laughed at you. “Anyway, A-Jùn just called me. He said he's getting back tonight. He should call you soon.” 

“Done with the reunion already?” you asked.

A-Sang’s relatives were sticky and you doubted they would let him go early.

“Yeah, I couldn't believe it either.” Emma responded, “He didn't tell me why though, something about family drama.” you nodded, you should probably expect a call later that evening.

“Emma, call me on face-time, and I'll give you a tour of the room.” Emma’s shriek of delight followed you as you ran up the stairs. 

[ahsterism]

@parakosms asked: 013. — Strangle my muse. william @ michael 😌 // violent action starters

NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES he has stepped foot in places like this, it still sends a shiver down his spine with every step. The hallways are dark and damp, lit only by the weak glow of the flashlight Michael clutches to guide his way. On the walls where it shines, he spots decorations— streamers, birthday posters, deflated balloons, crayon-covered paper plates... he only sees them from the light that catches the walls. Otherwise, Michael keeps it positioned forwards, his entire body rigid at the thought of turning to see an animatronic in a room over. Not out of any fear of what they might do to him, not yet, but the fear of what he might find with it... inside it. The pieces had taken a while to put together. Hardly long ago, Michael would have thought it a blessing to be left by his father, craving the freedom and relief he would feel without his mirror-image hovering over him. Turns out the presence doesn't disappear that easily, and relief never lasts all that long.

Delving further into the eerily silent restaurant, Michael runs his hand over his back pockets once more— a handgun tucked in one, and a lighter in the other. He found the gun where he found everything else, stashed away with journals and blueprints and everything that clued him in to all the blood on his father's hands. He can picture his father's stern expression already, commanding him to run. Michael has never been good at doing what he's told.

He finds the man in a back room, forcing the door open with another hand lingering behind, clutching the gun without revealing it yet. "Father..." is all he says when they lock eyes, the same cold, unforgiving stare that held Michael under its thumb for all of his childhood still piercing through him now. He doesn't know what William is doing back here, something to do with tampering in a place neither of them are even WELCOME in anymore. Michael is strikingly aware that he could put an end to it... he NEEDS to stop it all, but it's too easy to freeze when looking at his father feels like staring down the barrel of a gun.

"It's over. I found it. I found everything. I know what you did, and I'm not going t- ah— ah...!" Michael STAGGERS as William's hands wrap around his throat, the action so sudden he didn't have a moment to react before the air was being stolen from his lungs ( almost like, through all this time, he's been looking for the perfect EXCUSE to do just this. as if sucking every last breath of life out of him in that house wasn't enough, it's never enough for William, Michael will never BE enough for him, not until he's choking on his mistakes ).

Michael thrashes against him, but William's grip doesn't let up, squeezing tight enough for him to feel the pads of his dad's fingers pressing rough into his skin. The flashlight clatters against the ground, in favor of Michael trying to push William away from him, no success there either. With every gasp for air, it feels more like his ribcage is CLOSING IN on him, the seconds go by agonizingly slow, taunting him, taking him out, giving him something to cry about— his chest tightens and his lungs constrict, and god, Michael feels so stupid and helpless and TRAPPED.

"A- aah, wh— ... l- l'mme g- agh-" He can barely form words, trembling as he tries to pry himself free, when an instinctual rush hits him and Michael leaps for the only thing he CAN do. He shuffles his hand back around to grab the gun in his pocket, tearing it out and aiming an IMMEDIATE shot at the ground. Whether it hits his father in the foot or not, he doesn't CARE, as long as it shocks him enough for Michael to stumble backwards, banging against the nearby wall and shakily holding the gun out in front of him. "Y'r not getting rid of me th- ... that easily, not yet."

[eddie-van-munson]

Magic Fingers (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends and you decide to take each other's virginity. It's awkward, giggly, and perfect.

Warnings: Smut (P in V Protected/F Receiving Oral/First Times), Fluff, She/Her Pronouns, Conversation and Jokes About Virginity, Cute-Awkwardness, Brief Mentions of Pain and Blood, Cursing, Eddie Smokes a Cigarette.

(Requests are open but the waitlist is long!)

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"Are you a virgin?"

"Fucking Pardon?"

Eddie giggled, sitting up from where he'd been laying with his head in your lap. You'd played with his hair once a few years ago when he was pitiful and sick, and now he expected it every time he was with you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his head like it was his birthright.

He leaned forward on the couch to grab his pack of camels, pulling the lighter from his pocket before rolling backwards onto the cushions again. He kicked his feet up on the arm rest. "You heard me, Princess. Ever get your cherry popped?"

You snorted as he looked up at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He put a cigarette between his teeth, closing the box before tossing it onto the coffee table.

"What do you care?"

He smirked, as he lit the end. "Hey, I'm just trying to look out for you! There's been all kinds of sightings lately, you know..."

Your eyes were incredulous, "Sightings?"

He blew smoke away from your face, "Vampire sightings, babe. They'll snatch pretty little blushing virgins like you right off the street. Suck you dry."

You hummed solemnly, "I see."

"I can picture it now..." He gestured, cigarette in hand. "You're walking to my place...it's late..."

You shook your head, smiling down at him with a roll of your eyes.

"You hear a sound!" He gasped, holding his breath for a moment, and exhaled, putting a hand over his heart. He wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. "Oh, but It was only the wind."

Amused by his theatrics, you laced your fingers through his hair again as he inhaled another breath of warm smoke into his lungs.

"You make it here safely and fall into my big strong arms."

You gave one of his curls a gentle tug at his flirting, and he held your wrists where they rested beside his head.

"But little do you know...the creature you've so narrowly escaped has been right under your nose..." His voice went quiet and suspenseful as he tapped the end of your nose. "The whole time."

There was a silence as he looked up at you. Suddenly he hissed, pulling your arm down and biting your wrist, playfully. You screamed, wiggling out of his grasp and grabbing the pillow behind you to whack him. He burst into laughs, holding his stomach as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"You asshole!" You hid the smile that threatened to split your face, crossing your arms over your chest.

He reached to put out his cigarette, batting his eyelashes at you, "What, you don't think I'm funny?"

"Oh, you're funny alright." He gave an evil laugh,  pulling his knees up to sit cross-legged beside you. You gave him a little shove. "If they're looking for virgins you better watch your back, Munson. Hellfire will turn into an all you can eat buffet."

"Hey!" He feigned offense as he stood, musing  your hair and strolling over to the fridge. "I'll have you know I'm only, like, three-fourths-virgin."

"Mhm, so you're like, 25% whore?"

He flashed you a grin, as if you've given him a badge of honor, "Mhm. On my father's side."

You smirked back, "Freak in the sheets, huh?"

His expression was smug as he pulled a bag of shredded cheese from the fridge. He opened it, gave it a sniff, and ate a handful of it before tossing the bag back in and closing the door. He turned to you, brushing his hands off and spreading his arms. "Everyone wants a piece, babe."

You laughed, and he couldn't keep from smiling at the sound. He grabbed a half empty bottle of wine from the counter and took a swig, not bothering to replace the screw top before he plopped back down on the couch beside you.

Your eyes searched his suspiciously as he held out his hand. "You see those sweetheart?"

You took it, admiring his rings. There was no need to really, you already stared at his hands often enough, but you let yourself run your thumb over one of his newer pieces of jewelry.

The corner of his mouth tugged cockily when you met his eyes again, "Magic fingers, baby."

You snorted, "Yeah right."

"I'm serious!" He shoved you weakly with the edge of his sneaker. "Everyone knows guitarists are good with their hands."

"Finger-banging a few people behind skeezy bars does not make you a sex god."

 "Don't knock me 'til you try me, princess." He propped his feet up on the coffee table, biting his lip. "Besides, that's not the only thing on the Munson Menu..."

You shot him a look as he gazed at you with hooded eyes.

"I'm pretty good with my tongue too."

Heat pooled in your stomach. You ignored the urge to squirm as you rolled your eyes, staring down his mischievous little face until he finally laughed, sighing loudly, "Never quite made it past that though. I guess I'm not quite as desirable when my mouth isn't...preoccupied."

Part of you hurt at that, imagining Eddie on his knees for people who'd never bother to get to know him otherwise, much less consider doing the same for him.

"What about you, sweetheart? You saving yourself for someone special? Some lucky bastard on your wedding night, perhaps?"

You shrugged, laying your head on his shoulder. "Not really. Just...you know. I'm no Chrissy Cunningham."

Eddie's dark brows creased, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You snuck a knowing smile at his indignance. He'd harbored a crush on the sweet blonde cheer captain for the entirety of middle school, as well as the majority of freshman year. "I'm just fucking with you. I don't know. Guess the opportunity just hasn't presented itself."

You toyed with his rings, affectionately. Something about it made his heart flutter.

"It's just an intimate thing. I mean, I'm insecure about shit and I know it'll hurt...I just want to be with someone who'll take care of me, you know? Someone I trust."

He exhaled, "Shit, I get that."

There was a silence. Eddie played with a lock of your hair as you reached for his necklace, grazing your thumb over the guitar pick. "Can I tell you a secret?"

He hummed a yes, reaching for the bottle he'd set down earlier, and shuddered when he took a sip. Evidently it'd been sitting out for quite a while now.

"I always kinda hoped it'd be you."

He choked, eyes going wide as wine dribbled down the front of his shirt. It wasn't exactly the reaction one would hope for, but it made you laugh. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his shoulders flinching with coughs and sputters.

"Shit, Eds."

You patted his back firmly and he cleared his throat a few times as he finally caught his breath, looking over at you with big eyes, still watery from the fit, and a stain on his shirt. At least it'd been a black one. His voice was hoarse when he finally managed words, laughing, "Are you trying to kill me?"

You snorted, dragging your thumb over his glistening chin and wiping it on his sleeve. "I didn't think you'd lose a lung over it!"

"Well I'm sorry I wasn't expecting my best friend to just casually admit she has sexual fantasies about me!"

"That is not-"

"That she's been pining over me for years! Hopelessly in love!"

"Jesus Christ." You buried your face in your hands.

"That she's been longing for me to deflower her in a desperate night of passion!" 

"You know what? I take it back."

He grinned the most shit eating grin you'd ever seen, pulling your hands from your face and resting his chin in your palm. "Oh, what did it, dearest? It was my fingers, huh. Had to put me to the test?"

You dropped his face, crossing your arms over your chest as you fought a smile, "You are such an asshole, Eddie Munson."

He beamed at you, "An asshole that you want to swipe your v-card."

"Edddiiieee."

"Ah, the old Cumming of Age..."

"So, this has been fun-"

"Oh no you don't!" He snagged your elbow and pulled you back onto the couch. "You can't just pull that shit on me and leave. Sit your pretty ass down."

You sighed dramatically, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards as he tugged you over to sit across his lap. He leaned back against the armrest now, and you were able to relax into the cushions with your arms around his shoulders.

He looked undeniably pretty there, though you'd never admit it to him. His hair was wild, his warm brown curls mussed and perfect, and his eyelashes cast shadows on the tops of his smiling cheeks. His gaze traced your features as he stopped to admire you for a moment.

"Why me?" His voice was surprisingly tender when he spoke. Amused and in awe.

You paused, shrugging. "Because you're you."

Eddie's chest went warm.

"I know you'd watch out for me. Take good care of me. You'd stop if I wanted you to." You swallowed thickly,  "I trust you, Eds."

He stared at you, and the love in his eyes was unmistakable.

"And it doesn't hurt that you're such a pretty thing." You reached up to give his cheek a little pinch.

He blushed, and a sense of pride overtook you. You'd just made Eddie Munson blush like a schoolgirl. He wet his lips, the air thick now. He was close. Really close. "Now you're just stroking my ego."

"What, you'd rather I be stroking something else?"

His jaw dropped, "Oh shit! That was good!"

You laughed, your head tilting back against the couch, and his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment in contemplation. Silence. Finally, he huffed, decidedly, "Here's what's gonna happen, ok?"

You held back a giggle, "Yessir?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

Your brows raised, "Oh?"

He nodded, "Yep. And If it's weird, we'll stop and we'll go about our night like nothing happened, sworn to never speak of it again."

"And if it isn't?"

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, suggestively. "Then you can have your taste off the Munson Menu, tiger."

Your eyes went playful, "Magic Fingers?"

He chuckled, "Well of course, angel. Along with whatever else you wish."

A smile crept to your lips as your focus traced his cupid bow, "Sounds like a good deal."

He nudged his nose against yours, mischief splitting his face, "Only the very best for my favorite customer."

You cringed, pulling back. "Now you sound like an escort."

He frowned, "What's wrong with being an escort?"

"Nothing! I just hope you're not expecting to be paid for this."

He tugged you back in, smirking, "Shit, I ought to be paying you, sweetheart." There's a pause. Eddie tucks some hair behind your ears. He can see the nervousness you're trying to hide. He lifts your chin, "Are we really doing this? Are you cool with it?" You nod firmly. "I can stop anytime you want, ok? Just say the word or...I don't know. Give me a shove or something."

He could see you relaxing a little with every joke he cracked, but in reality, his own palms were starting to feeling a little sweaty, too.

"You've been kissed before, right?"

You shoved his chest, shooting him a look, and he giggled.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgot you and Tommy Harding got all hot and heavy in seventh grade. Always had his tongue down your throat, didn't he?"

"He did not!"

Eddie looked up, humming as if he was considering this, "He totally did."

"You suck."

"Nah, you're still thinking of Tommy Harding, babe. He was a goddamn vacuum."

You couldn't help but snort at that one, laughs escaping you as you dropped your head to his shoulder.

Eddie chuckled, lifting your chin to make you at him again, "For heavens sake, sit still and close your eyes."

You obeyed, but whined, "Why? What are you doing?"

"This, dumbass."

Without warning, he took your face firmly in his warm hands and gently pulled you down against his lips.

And shit, you liked it more than you would ever care to admit. His lips. God, his lips.

You'd seen Eddie kiss exactly one time.

It'd been at a party you snuck into together Sophomore year. You'd lost him in the crowd at some point, probably one too many drinks on your part. When you finally caught sight of him across the room, he had a brunette pushed against a wall, her hands in his wild hair as he kissed her deep and hard.

Your stomach went tight when you saw it.  There was jealousy there, sure, but there was something else too. Something warm and low. You wanted to be that brunette. You wanted that kiss.

But this kiss? This kiss was blowing that one clear out of the water.

It was curious at first, slow and gentle as he welcomed the taste and feel of you. His mouth was warm and soft. Familiar, in an odd way. Eddie...Eddie's sweet grin. You'd seen this pretty mouth flash you so many smiles and laugh so many laughs. The kind of smiles and laughs he saved just for you.

The kiss deepened slowly as you inched closer in against his chest. Finally, his hands found your thighs, giving you a reassuring squeeze as he pulled you further into his lap. You groaned softly at the feeling of his heart beating right up against yours.

The kiss broke when you remembered that you did, in fact, need oxygen to live, but he didn't let you go far, tilting your head back lazily as he left a messy trail down your throat.

"What do you think?" You stuttered, distracted. "I-Is it weird?"

He chuckled, his hot breath fanning over the delicate skin of your neck. "So fuckin' weird."

You went breathless as he nipped a soft spot beneath your ear, gasping his name weakly. You could feel his smug smile against your jaw. "Feel nice?"

"Shut up." You retorted quietly, eyes still closed. Eddie grinned, pulling your hair back to suck teasingly at the spot. Your hands laced in his curls,  "W-What're you?-"

"Just leaving you a souvenir."

"I'm gonna smell like cigarettes after this. 's that not enough?" Your taunt was barely coherent as you winced at the sting of the little bruise. It felt good.

He laughed good-naturedly, lips kiss bitten when he pulled back to look you in the eye. "I'm just marking my territory."

"Marking your-? What, Are you gonna piss on me next, Alpha Male?"

He snorted a laugh as you crooned down to find him again, "You know I love it when you antagonize me."

You would've returned the quip, but you were too focused on his wandering hands moving up your thighs. You grazed your tongue over his lower lip in warm retaliation.

He moaned softly into your mouth, and it made a deep ache settle between your legs. You ignored this, trying to hide the slight roll of your hips.

Your hands laced in his hair as things grew desperate and messy. At this point, it would've been impossible for him to try and hide where he was hot and hard against your leg, so he took one for the team and grinded you against him gently.

You cursed softly, "Getting excited?"

He chuckled, his words strained, "Maybe a little."

Your cheeks had gone red, and the heat of his middle against yours was making you flush down to your tummy. You rocked in his lap curiously, "Me too."

He groaned, "Oh, trust me sweetheart. I know."

You pulled back suddenly, eyes wide, "You can feel it?"

He breathed a laugh, brows raised, "Babe, you're soaking my jeans. Of course I feel it." You buried your face in your hands, and Eddie giggled at your mortification. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

Your words were muffled behind your palms. "If you have to say that, then it definitely is."

He grinned, "How did you expect any of this to go down without you getting a little wet?"

You whined, "Don't say that."

"What!?"

You groaned loudly. Eddie gave you a fond look, fighting a giggle, "Hey...I'm serious. It's a good thing. Besides, I've been poking your thighs for ten minutes now. I'd be worried if you weren't a little-" He aborted the word, remembering how you'd cringed, before. "Turned on."

"That's different." You bit your lower lip, arguing even though you knew he had a point. You'd felt him stiffening beneath you since he'd gotten you in his lap.

"How?" He leaned back against the couch, lazily.

"Because you're not...leaking!" Your ears felt like they were on fire.

"Oh, sweetheart. I definitely am. You're not the only reason I'm gonna have to wash these, alright?" You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as he gestured to his pants. His gaze followed you as you laid your head on his shoulder, his nose nudging against yours. God, you could get used to this...

You bristled at the thought. No. No you couldn't. He was a friend. Just a friend. A friend whose erection just so happened to be pressing up against your panties through your pants.

He fiddled with your waistband  absentmindedly, pecking your lips as he popped open the button of your pants. His voice was gentle this time, when he spoke. "Why don't you let me take a look. You know...assess the damage." He smiled playfully.

You wanted to respond, but he'd affectively stolen every thought in your head, leaving you to nod dumbly and sit back as he dragged the fabric down off of your thighs. He tossed your jeans god knows where, his eyes focusing on a wet patch of your underwear.

Eddie was glad you couldn't see it, knowing you'd be embarrassed if you could, but Christ, it was making him way too hot in his wine stained shirt. He pulled you back up into your spot on his lap, having been quite fond of it previously, and rubbed his hands over your bare thighs, soothingly. "You ever touch yourself?"

If you were red when he said you were wet, you were flaming now. You stuttered, tensing a little. "Eddie..."

"Hey, I jerk off more times a day than should be legal for one man. I'm not going to judge you for touching yourself. I was just curious if you're used to...you know..."

"F-Fingers?"

He swallowed thickly, fighting a groan at your implication. "Yeah. Fingers. Being touched. Didn't want to hurt you if you're sensitive."

You nodded, "I, um...I do."

"That's good. That's really good." He wet his lips, "Do you...rub? Or put fingers inside?"

"I rub, mostly. I've tried fingers, it just doesn't work for me. I think I'm doing it wrong." You scratched your neck, awkwardly.

A curve tugged at his lips, "I don't think there's one right way to do it."

You scoff, "Says 'Magic-Fingers-Munson'."

He laughed, voice breaking, "Now you're making me sound like a pornstar."

"I'm serious, Eds." You frowned, holding your temple. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing."

He pulled your hand from your head, "Hey, I don't either, sweetheart. A handful of good reviews doesn't mean I'm gonna know how to make you feel good. They're all different. I'm telling you. Once you push your fingers in, It's a jungle up in there." He tapped your belly, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the conversation. "Shit, you guys are so complicated. There's not one go to magic button. I wish there was."  He sighed, as if this were something that caused him stress on a semi-weekly basis.

"Eddie..." You hummed, chewing your thumbnail nervously. "Are you...Are you gonna do to me...what you do to the people at the bars?" You want him to. God, you want him to.

Jesus fucking Christ. If you're asking if he'll finger you? Drop to his knees for you? Then the answer is yes. A million times yes. Especially if you promise to keep saying his name like that.

"No sweetheart." You frowned, but he kissed it away long and slow and deep, not bothering to take his lips from yours when he spoke again. "This isn't like that. 'm gonna take my time with my best girl. Make her feel real nice."

You nudged up into another kiss, needily, as his hand snuck between your bodies, fingers dancing along your glistening inner thighs. Eddie groaned as you tugged his curls, gently. "I'm gonna touch you now. Is that ok? I don't want it to scare you."

"Yes." He breathed a sigh of relief at the verbal consent, giving you knee a reassuring squeeze.

He pulled back ever so slightly to look you up and down, watching your eyes as he gently popped the waistband of your panties against your tummy, "These are pretty."

You hummed a thank you, which made his chest go warm.

"Mmkay angel. Just grab me if you need to. Tell me to stop and I will."

Even though he'd warned you, you shivered as he cupped your heat, rubbing his hand between your legs to get you used to the feeling. You whimpered quietly, allowing yourself to grind into his palm.

It made you gasp when his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, his thumb teasing your clit. You flinched, but quickly relaxed against him. "Jesus Eds, your hands are freezing."

He gave a Cheshire grin, letting you rub against the pressure for a few minutes before he pulled his hand from your underwear, sucking his fingers clean. "Alright. Bedroom."

You climbed off of his lap and groaned as you tugged him up from the couch with you. He smirked, giving your ass a little pat as you led him down the hall. "You're cute as shit, you know that?"

"I am not." You hid your blush as you plopped  down onto his bed, watching him kick off his sneakers. "I'm scary as hell."

He smirked, tugging his shirt off and throwing it into a little pile of dirty clothes. His necklace dangled down from his collarbones, tickling you as he crawled up onto the mattress between your spread legs. He held your waist in one hand, dragging your shirt up over your mid-drift with the other.

"You know what, you're right. You are scary as hell, huh?" He toyed with the tiny bow that sat at the waistband of your underwear. "I mean come on...look at this little tummy...'n these pretty pink panties too? Shit..." He leaned over you, peppering his lips over your stomach as he flashed you a taunting grin. "I'm quaking in my boots, you absolute villain." He grabbed your waistband with his teeth, snapping it against your skin.

"Ow! Stop doing that!" You whined with a giggle, which only made him laugh right along with you.

You studied the tattoo on his chest as he  crawled over you, reaching down to lift your head a little. He grabbed a pillow, propping it beneath your neck, "Just making sure Her Majesty has a good view..." He teased, sitting back on his knees. "This ok? You comfy?"

"Yeah." You wiggled, pushing your back up off of the bed. "Can I take my shirt off?"

He looked at you like you'd just asked if he wanted to meet Van Halen. "Are you fucking kidding?"

"Right. Stupid question."

His eyebrows jumped as you grabbed the hem of your shirt, "Wait, wait, wait!!" He jumped forward to hover over you, taking the front of your shirt in his fist, "I want to unwrap my own present."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a messy kiss, your hands lacing in his hair. He broke away to watch as he took your hem between his fingertips, "Arms up."

You obeyed wordlessly, and he pinned your wrists with one hand as he gathered the fabric up over your breasts.

"Oh...oh sweetheart." He cursed at the sight, groaning loudly through pleased laughter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You are a bad friend. Horrible." His words were muffled in your hair.

You laughed, "Oh God, what have I done now?"

He yanked your top the rest of the way off, and you giggled when he made a show of throwing it behind him carelessly. He gathered your hair  in one hand, guiding you to tilt back your head so he could kiss down your throat. "I can't believe you have perfect tits and you've never even bothered to tell me. You've been hiding them from me, haven't you? Just to be cruel..."

"You are such an idiot." You flushed a bright, happy red, unable to meet his eyes as he sucked at your chest where it peeked from your bra.

"I've got a secret for you too, you know."

"Yeah?"

You arched your back for a moment, letting him find the latch of your bra. He fiddled with it, but couldn't get it, so you flipped over on to your stomach for him with a taunting smile. He continued to struggle, whining through laughter, "I can't get them!"

"Get what?"

"The goddamn hooks!"

You snorted, "I thought guitarists were supposed to be good with their ha-"

"Shut up and help me!" 

You laughed loudly at his frustration, "I don't know, Munson...this is pretty entertaining stuff."

He growled, "Ok, you know what?"

Turning you over onto your back again, he grabbed the straps of your bra. In seconds, he tugged them off of your shoulders, flipping the cups down onto your stomach, and his hot mouth found your nipple.

Your giggles immediately cut off with a stuttered moan, squirming against the bed as his large warm hand came up to grope you. You cursed as he thumbed over the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over you gently. His breath was hot as he buried his face in your tits, trailing kisses down the valley between them.

"You smell so fucking good." He groaned as you laced your hands in his hair, making you chuckle. He smiled up at you, proud of himself.

"You never told me your secret."

Now it was his turn to blush, "You sure you want to hear it?" His chin rested against you, and he stared up at you with big brown eyes as you brushed his bangs from his forehead, fondly.

You nodded, unhooking your bra from where it'd been abandoned against your stomach.

"You're positive? Mine's not as sweet as yours."

"I'm sure."

He pursed his lips, head bouncing as you chuckled, and braced himself, "This isn't the first time I've seen you naked."

Your eyes went wide, "What?!"

"I mean, it was like a million summers ago."

"You better be kidding..."

He gave a guilty smile, "You know how the women's locker room at the pool has that weird tiny window in the back? It's hidden in that gated area by the dumpsters so no one ever sees it..."

Your eyes narrowed, "I know that window. How do you know that window, Munson?"

He shrugged, "You went to go change and I went out back to smoke a cigarette. It was a happy accident."

He laughed as your jaw dropped. "How much did you see?"

"Oh, everything. I watched the whole time."

"The whole time?"

He crawled back up to lay next to you on his side, humming warmly, "The whole damn time, pretty girl."

You scoffed, "You absolute perv!"

"I wasn't perving! It was an act of fate!"

It was hard to be mad at him when he so clearly wanted to kiss you, but you crossed your arms over your chest indignantly.

"Oh come on, baby..." He cooed against your ears, nipping at the mark he'd left earlier. You inhaled sharply as he teased the still sensitive skin. "I couldn't help it. You were just so pretty in that little red number."

"Red number? Shit, Eds. That was Sophomore year! Mom didn't even let me wear two pieces yet. What, were my shoulders just that sexy?"

"Oh I saw a lot more than your shoulders, sweetheart."

He smirked as you gave an embarrassed groan, pulling you into a kiss.

"You know...I'd love to keep chit-chatting about this. I really would." He smiled as he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. "But you were making some real pretty sounds earlier..." His tongue grazed yours heatedly and you gave a soft moan. "Mhm, Just like that." 

He reached down between you, clumsily rubbing between your legs until your stomach started retying itself in knots.

 "Messy little thing...You want these off?"

You nodded, shivering as he hooked his fingers in your waistband and pulled them down. He saw you clench your thighs, the cool air chilling the slick between your legs.

His forehead creased with concern, "You ok, sweetheart? 's not too much, is it? We can stop..." You shook your head, unable to find the words, and he smiled up at you. An Eddie smile. "Can I see you?"

"Sounds like you already have." It came out soft, without any of your usual bite in it. You were fighting to keep your voice steady.

He hummed, coaxing your legs open for him with sweet kisses against your inner thighs, "Haven't ever seen you all needy and wet for me, though, have I?"

You watched him, pupils blown as he admired the throbbing heat between your legs.

"God, baby, you're so wet for me. Gonna taste so sweet, aren't you?"

It was clear that description didn't bother you anymore. Your hips bucked a little as you choked his name, and Eddie kissed you above your slit, cooing reassurances.

"I've got you...I'm gonna rub your clit now, honey. You just tell me if you want me to stop or do something differently, ok?"

You nodded, desperately. God he looked so pretty, his big brown eyes trained on your face as he rested a hand on your lower tummy. The pad of his thumb was warm and rough when it finally pressed against your bare clit. You gave a soft sob, rocking your hips against the friction, drunkenly. He kept the steady pressure for a long while, just enjoying the sight of your body searching for his touch.

"How's that feeling?"

" 's good. It's perfect..." You gave a moan.

"You think I can put a finger in?"

You breathed a nervous yes, your eyes fluttering shut. You felt him switch hands, giving your clit attention with his left as he teased your entrance with his right. Carefully, he slid his index finger inside you.

He cursed at the feeling, his brain going dizzy. You were so pretty and warm and slick...and god, you were tight for him. He coaxed you open little by little until he could scissor two fingers inside you easily, enjoying the sound of his name falling from your lips, delicately. He pulled his hand from you and sucked them clean.

"Alright, angel. You're doing so well. Gonna make you cum on my tongue now, ok? We'll get all those muscles nice and relaxed."

You looked down at him with big eyes, breathless. "You don't have to...if you don't want to."

He raised his brows, "Do you want me to?"

"I want you to do whatever you want to do."

He grinned against your inner thigh mischievously, nipping the slick skin there. "I want to eat your pussy."

You cursed, "Please..."

"Fuck, Y/N..." Eddie gave a blissful sigh, as if he'd been worried you wouldn't let him, and slid his arms around to hold you beneath your legs, your thighs over his shoulders where he kneeled.

He laughed warmly into you when your hands flew to his hair at the first stroke of his hot tongue. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned, the vibrations making you gasp. His tongue explored you for a minute before flicking over your clit, suckling it. Your chest heaved as he buried his face in you further, shaking his head back and forth between your legs.

The pressure built quickly as he sucked and lapped at you. You croaked his name, riding his face as he stiffened his tongue and pushed it deep, fucking you with it. He rubbed fast hard circles over your clit with his thumb, stopping for a moment to catch his breath. "I'm gonna make you cum, now. Is that alright or do you need a minute?"

You stuttered needily, whimpering soft pleads for him not to stop, but he knew better. He hushed you, pressing soothing kisses between your legs. Your breathing started to even out as rubbed you slowly, giving your body what it needed to keep the knot pulled tight in your stomach.

"That's it...that's my girl. Just relax. We're not in a hurry." You reached down to hold his free hand for a minute, and he smiled, love aching in his chest. "I know you want it, sweetheart. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise. Just gotta take it easy."

When he finally decided you'd returned to the land of the living, he kitten licked around where you were most sensitive, carefully sliding his fingers up and inside you. You whimpered, already trying to fuck yourself against his hand. He hummed against your clit, "Good job, baby. Is that too much inside or does it feel good?"

"F-Feels good, Eds. I...shit...Feels really good."

He beamed, slowly pulling his fingers from you only to sink them back in. He started slowly, still loving you with his mouth as he picked up speed, carefully. You clumsily rolled your hips, meeting his steady thrusts.

"My pretty girl...taking my fingers so well. 's it building back up?" You nodded, nose scrunching in concentration as you searched for what you needed with your hips.

"Here you go, baby." His lips curved as he crooked his fingers, making you gasp at the  pressure against your g-spot.

"Eddie. Eddie..."

"It's ok, angel. I'm here. Just let yourself have it."

You whimpered his name when you came, your vision going white. His chest felt warm at the sound, and it felt even more warm when you reached for him, pitifully, pulling him into a tight, trembling hug.

"Oh baby..." He cooed, laying down on his back so you could rest your head in the crook of his shoulder.

"I love you so much." You croaked, cradling his face as tears welled in your eyes.

He held your hand to his cheek, kissing your palm. "Of course you do, angel. I just made you cum."

You laughed weakly, wiping your tears. "No I...it's not that. I really d-do...I..."

A warm smile grew on his face as you gave up on your fight for words. "C'mere, sweetheart."

He leaned in and kissed you, slow and long and precious. You were both smiling when you parted, and he couldn't help but press one last chaste peck to your kiss bitten lips.

"I love you too. I love you so much, pretty girl. I adore the hell out of you. Love you to the moon."

He brushed the tears from your cheeks gently, concern bubbling in his chest.

"You alright? Too much all at once?"

"No." You breathed, nuzzling closer against him. " 've never felt so good in my life."

He pulled back just a little so he could look at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.  You gave a breathy giggle, wiping your eyes, "I don't even care. Laugh it up, Munson. You deserve it. That was heaven."

He laughed brightly, giving a happy sigh. He loved this. He loved holding you against his chest, his arm slung around your waist lazily. He could smell your shampoo and feel your steady breaths, his nose tucked against your hairline.

"You look pretty when you cum." He hummed softly. You could feel the words against your forehead.

You blushed, "I bet you do too."

He traced your lips, and you caught his hand, kissing his fingertips with a grin.

 "Magic-Fingers-Munson".

His ears went hot as he hid his flustered smile, pulling you down into another kiss, "You taste really fuckin' good. You know that?"

"How the hell would I know that?" You chuckled as you combed through his curls. Eddie frowned realizing you had a point, but before he could reply, you pushed him down onto his back, straddling his hips.

"Oh, Hello..." He quirked an eyebrow suggestively as you snuck your face into the crook of his neck, intent on leaving him a souvenir to match your own. He moaned at the feeling, only stopping you when your hands eagerly searched out his belt buckle. He took your wrists, crooning to look you in the eye with a curious smile, "What are you up to?

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You don't want me to suck you off?"

Eddie felt like you'd just hit him with a bus, "Excuse me?"

You sat back in his lap, "You tasted me now I'm gonna taste you...wanna make you feel good too."

His eyes went wide, "You wanna-? Oh...Oh absolutely not, angel. That's not happening."

You crossed your arms, "Why not?"

"Because, Casanova..." He pulled you down to lay against his chest, rubbing your back as he pecked your lips. "It's hard enough being actively straddled by a very beautiful, very naked girl...the same girl who had her thighs  around my head not two minutes ago, might I add...You put that pretty mouth anywhere near my cock and I'm a goner, princess."

You didn't look satisfied, "I want to return the favor."

He giggled, "You already have. That strip show in the woman's locker room has been doing the trick for years." He laughed brightly at your unamused look.

"Can I at least take your pants off?"

He raised his brows as he smoothed his hands over your thighs, affectionately. "Knock yourself out, tiger."

His eyes followed your hands as you finished your work with his needlessly complicated belt buckle and tossed it to the side, unhooking the button of his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Your heart stalled as he kicked them off. He was gorgeous and soft, and you could the outline of him resting against his tummy. He watched for a moment as you stared, unsure of where to go, next.

"Y/N?" You met his warm brown eyes. It's so hard to be anxious with him. "Have you ever touched a penis before?"

He held your hand, rubbing calming circles into your wrist as you shook your head.

"Have you ever seen one? Like, in real life?"

"N-No."

He took a deep breath, smiling without judgement. "You want to see?"

You nodded, nerves twisting in your stomach. Slowly, Eddie pushed his boxers down off of his hips, taking his length in his hand. He watched your eyes as pumped himself once or twice, groaning as pre-cum dripped onto his belly. He was so pretty. God, he was gorgeous. He moved his hand after a moment, letting you study him.

"You can touch if you want, sweetheart." He encouraged, squeezing your hand. He could see in your eyes you were curious. "I'll tell you if I need you to stop."

He cursed, giving a little hiss when you wrapped your warm hand around his shaft, and your grip immediately loosened.

" 's ok, baby." He reassured, breathlessly. "Just felt nice is all. You're not hurting me."

After a moment, you hesitantly reached for him again. He was harder than you expected. Warmer...and he was soft. The temptation to put him in your mouth tripled when you felt how velvety he was in your hands. You could feel his heart beat as you stroked him, and you wondered momentarily if you'd be able to feel it inside you.

You were enamored for a moment with him, but your focus very quickly turned elsewhere when you looked up to see Eddie's eyes fluttered shut with bliss, his bare chest taking deep, slow breaths. You called his name softly and he gazed at you through hooded eyes, chuckling when he saw your smile.

"I've um...I've never been touched. Only m-myself."

His hips stuttered as you dragged your thumb over his tip, curiously.

"God, your hand feels so fucking good." His nose scrunched a little as he laughed through a moan, "Shit, you should stop."

You obeyed, crawling back up to give him another kiss. You were both completely naked now, and every last inch of Eddie's bare skin was distracting to you. You couldn't help but stare. He stared back, head still dizzy from the feeling of being touched.

"So, um...this is where my experience thins." He admitted, mentally kicking himself for feeling so fucked out from the shortest most clumsy little handjob known to man. He laced your fingers with his, kissing the back of your hand. "But I've still got you, ok? Nothing to worry about. "

You loved him so much you wanted to cry. Eddie. Sweet Eddie who let you cry into his shirt every time someone broke up with you. Eddie, who held your hair every time you were hungover. Eddie, who knew instantly how to make you feel comfortable and loved in every situation you could ever be facing together.

"I've got you too." You whispered, tears glossing your eyes. You kissed him before he could notice, and it grew messy and hot quickly with the promise of more. You were both panting when it finally broke.

"I've got condoms." He blurted out, quickly. "Wayne got me a box, like, a hundred years ago when he tried to give me the sex talk. I haven't used a single goddamn one."

You laughed, and it sounded like a little bird song. Eddie couldn't help but smile. He sat up, yanking open his bedside table with far too much enthusiasm. He fished the box out, pausing to check the date on the back.

He grinned, pumping his fist, "Hell Yeah! They've still got a year left in them!"

You snorted a laugh as he ripped one off of the chain and tore it open. Settling between your legs, he rested back on his knees as he rolled the condom on, spreading the leftover lube from the package over himself. He wished he'd had a bottle of it on hand, if only to make things easier. He wiped his hand on his stomach as he found your eyes, again.

He paused, looking suddenly nervous. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded, spreading your legs further for him, and holy shit, he could've died and gone to heaven just from the sight of that. He tried to reel himself in, "You're positive? I mean, once it's done I can't give it back."

"Hey..." You cooed, frowning sweetly. "What's wrong?"

He blushed, scratching his neck. "I'm scared. I don't want to hurt you."

You reached down to squeeze his hand, "Eddie...'

He looks up at your with those big brown eyes. You gave him a pretty smile.

"I always kinda hoped it'd be you."

His heart settled in his chest as he took a deep breath, mustering his courage. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. "Just relax for me, ok?" 

Your eyes fluttered as you took a deep breath, trying to losen your muscles for him. He dragged his tip up and down against you, watching your face so closely.

"God, Angel. You're so sweet. So fuckin' pretty. Always have been." You whimpered as his head nudged your sensitive, swollen clit. "You ready?"

"Please..." you hummed, desperate to be filled up by this boy you'd loved for so long. "Please, Eds. I want it. I want you."

He cursed softly, "Just relax for me, ok? Keep breathing nice and slow."

He watched your expression so carefully. You were soaked, your folds glistening both from from his tongue and from your own arousal, and he met little to no friction as he pressed his tip in against you.

He took it an inch at a time, ignoring how painfully hard he was in favor of making positively sure the penetration wouldn't hurt anymore than it absolutely had to. He could feel pre-cum gathering in the tip of the condom by the time he was about halfway there.

He stopped, rubbing a warm hand over your tensed belly. "How're we feeling?" He cooed sweetly, concern in his eyes as you wiggled your hips uncomfortably.

"Shit, Eds...I...'m...full. Really full."

"I can feel it too, sweetheart. You're so fuckin' tight."

The wince in his voice made your eyes fly open. Your words were a hoarse whimper, "Am I hurting you?"

"Shit, are you kidding?" He chuckled, his eyes fluttered shut with bliss as he focused on holding off the tension building inside him. "You feel fucking crazy, baby. Feel so good, for me. Holy shit...you're so soft and warm in there." You gave a breathless laugh, and he hissed. "Oh fuck, don't laugh..."

You flash him a confused look.

"Makes your muscles...spasm." His dark brows are furrowed with concentration.

He let your walls adjust to him for a minute before pushing in further. The deeper he got, the more he started to feel a slight resistance.

He bit his lip, watching your scrunched face. "Ok, princess, this might be where it starts to sting." You nodded, taking his hand. He rubbed a comforting circle over your hip. "I need you to tell me if this hurts, ok? Pinkie swear it?"

You hooked your little finger with his, and he brought your hand up to kiss it.

"This is the last bit, ok? And then the hard part is over." He reached down to rub your clit as he spoke, nearly cutting himself off with a choked moan when he felt your walls pulse and twitch around him in response to the stimulation. "That's it...That's nice huh? Good distraction?" You gave a quick nod, chasing the friction.

He continued to thumb at you as he slowly pushed the last two inches of himself deep inside. You gave a little gasp, biting your lip as your hand buried itself in his sheets. Tears stung your eyes at the sharp pain. It felt like something had torn inside you. Like he's split you down the middle. Your hips ached at the intrusion.

He was unable to tell if the whimper you gave was a good sound or not, but the moment he saw a tear roll down your cheek, he went to pull out. "Shit, Y/N...Shit, Shit, Shit-"

You grabbed his hand tightly, "No no no, please stay in. I'm ok. I'm ok, I promise. Just have to get used to it." His heart ached as he watched you catch your breath, squirming gently. "Just getting used to it...Eddie..."

You gave him a look at that was meant to be reassuring, and it kind of was, but it mostly just told him how badly you needed to be held.

Tenderly, he laid himself between your legs, hovering over you as he gathered you up against his chest. Your arms hugged his shoulders tightly as he rolled onto his back, letting you lay on top of him with his cock fit snugly inside you. Your heart stuttered as you rested there against his chest, his hands stroking through your hair soothingly.

He held you like that until the tears slowed, kissing them from your cheeks and whispering soft praises against your lips as he rubbed your back. Eventually, you sat up to straddle him, wincing slightly as the added weight of your upright body sank you even further down onto his length. He held your hips in big, warm hands, dragging his thumbs up and down your sore belly, lovingly.

He groaned softly as you felt the position out, his hand coming down to rub your clit. "That's my perfect girl."

The words hit you deep in your tummy, and you whined for him, your hips instinctively giving a needy roll. You gasped at the movement.

Eddie exhaled sharply, "You want to be on top sweetheart? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

You'd wanted to ride him. A million years ago you'd read in a Cosmo magazine that cowgirl was a surefire way to "blow your partner's mind". You wanted to blow Eddie's mind. You wanted to give him a good first time. But you also knew your trembling muscles and aching stomach couldn't handle Cosmo's idea of "mind-blowing", at present.

"I um..." Your face scrunched as you tried to adjust. "Would you be disappointed if? If I wasn't on top?"

Eddie's eyebrow quirked, "What?"

"I just...I think you being so deep is too much right now, but it's your first time too, and if you want me on top then-"

He led you down into kiss, quieting you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rolled you onto your back again, kneeling between your legs. "Y/N...I'm balls deep in my favorite person ever. You really think the position I fuck your brains out in is going to make difference in my overall feelings about this experience?" 

He grinned, which made you giggle in spite of yourself. "Just want to make it good for you too." You sighed, already feeling better at the new angle.

"Oh, baby...it's better than good." He chuckled, as if the pure thought that he could potentially not be enjoying this was ridiculous. You squirmed as his circles over your clit sped up ever so slightly, rolling your hips as if you were trying to fuck yourself on him. "You ready for me to move?"

You nodded, arching a little against his touches. He watched your face as he dragged his length out of you a few inches and slowly pushed back in, thrusting shallowly. He groaned at the feeling of your wet heat gripping him. Slowly, he repeated the action, and you moaned his name so breathlessly he thought he was going to pass out. "Fuck, Eddie..."

"That's it. Just lay back and take me. 's it starting to feel better?"

Your eyes lulled as you tried to focus on him, " 's sore but it's...it's good. Like 'm aching for...-"

"Cock?"

Your hips bucked at the lewdness of the thought, his tip sliding deeper against the still-sensitive spot inside you. "Please..."

"Please what?"

Your eyes had fallen shut as bliss started to warm your fingertips and toes. "Fuck me...need it harder, I think."

Eddie scrambled to think of whatever blatant turn offs he could find in his brain, willing himself not to cum right then and there. He thought of things that grossed him out...Jason Carver's cologne and cafeteria meatloaf and that drunk brunette who'd shoved her tongue down his throat Sophomore year.

No matter how hard he wracked his brain, nothing could compete against the knowledge of just how good he was making you feel. Your pretty whines would have been enough on their own, but he could feel it too. He was fucking you so well that, despite whatever soreness you might've still been feeling, your walls fluttered and pulsed around him with every smack of his skin against yours.

You reached for him, tears welling in your eyes at the sensations, and he gladly leaned to hover over you, hooking your knees onto his hips. You linked your ankles behind him as kissed you so lovingly, pausing only to whisper little praises against your lips.

He wanted to kiss you for the rest of his miserable life. You were warm and soft, and god, every time he made you laugh he felt like his heart was going to fly right out of his chest. It was over for him. It was so fucking over.

"I'm not gonna last...fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm...I'm close. I'm really close." He sobbed, his lips parted and brows furrowed with pleasure.

You held him tight, his nose nudged against yours as you cradled his face soothingly. "Cum for me, Eddie. It's ok. Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

If he had any hopes of holding out, it was gone the moment those filthy words left your mouth. He whined pitifully, burying his nose in your hair as his hips stuttered against you. You felt a warmth as he spilled into the condom, groaning lazily as you held him.

You stayed there for a long time, joined together as you admired one another nose to nose. You traced his features with your fingertip, pecking his lips every so often as he slowly came back to earth. You smiled softly when he gave another soft whimper.

"You still with me, pretty boy?"

"Physically, yes." You giggled sweetly as he blushed, unable to meet your eyes, "I'm sorry."

You frowned, "For what?"

He scratched his neck awkwardly, looking embarrassed. "You didn't cum."

"Oh hell yes I did."

"Not on my cock." He pouted, his lips gazing yours.

You hummed, "On your face though, which is arguably even better." He fought a smile, kissing you one last time before he got up, sitting back on his knees. You whined at the loss of his body warmth.

He giggled, giving a smug grin. "I'm just cleaning you up, you little brat. Sit still..."  You scoffed as he pulled out, slowly. Any quip you might have had ready died on your lips when you saw a flash of panic in his eyes.

"Hey..." You sat up on your elbows, "What is it?"

He stuttered as he looked down between your legs. "There's...it's just...you're bleeding."

You followed is gaze to the spent condom. It was still wet from your heat, but the slick that coated it was pink with blood.

Eddie looked like he was going to cry, "Did I...Did I hurt you?-"

"Eds-"

"Shit, Y/N, why didn't you say somethi-"

"Eddie!" You gave a soft laugh as he finally met your eyes. "It's alright. I'm ok. That's normal, Eds. It's just a little bit of blood."

He swallowed thickly, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "I promise. I've heard stories from friends. It's really common."

He exhaled slowly, his muscles relaxing. "Jesus, you scared me. Thought I'd punched a fuckin' hole through you or some shit."

You laughed loudly, head lulling back, and he couldn't help but smile too as he gave your hip a playful pinch. He tossed the condom and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, carefully cleaning any leftover mess from your thighs.

You whimpered, squirming, and Eddie grinned, "Sensitive?"

You shot him a frown. "It's just cold! Why didn't you use warm water?"

"Oh, my apologies, your highness!" You snorted as he tossed the washcloth into a pile of dirty clothes, one that'd been there so long it was probably a bio-hazard at this point, and found his boxers on the floor.

 "Are you chilly?" He opened a drawer of his dresser, fishing out a shirt and passing it to you.

 "A little. Why?"

He plopped down on his bed beside you, a shit eating grin on his face, "Your nipples are hard." You laughed, rolling your eyes as he gathered you in close to lay against his chest. He wiggled his eyebrows,  "Maybe you're just horny, still."

You hummed as he kissed you, deepening his movements, "Of course I am. I never got to suck you off."

A groan rumbled in his chest, eyes scrunching. "You're gonna kill me sweetheart."

"Mhm, I've definitely thought about it. You're irritating as hell."

He cackled, dimples on full display as his head lulled back, "And yet you still want my dick in your mouth."

You gave a sly grin, "I'm just trying to reel you in with my womanly wiles and keep you all to myself."

"You are a brat..." He scoffed as he rubbed your back absentmindedly, sighing as he shook his head. "Can't say I didn't see this coming, though."

You giggled, "And why's that?"

"Oh babe. Everyone knows how these things go. I'm stuck with you now." Mischief played in his eyes. "I've seen it a million times. You take someone's virginity and they imprint on you like a fuzzy little duckling."

You smirked, "So I'm gonna fall in love with you now?"

"Oh, you already have, angel." He winked playfully, nudging your chin.

"Guess we're stuck with each other then, huh? Seeing as, you know, I took your virginity too." You gave him a teasing look.

"You took 3/4ths of my virginity. That's very different. You're only 75% stuck with me."

You sigh, smiling warmly. "I see. So you're only 75% in love with me?"

"Oh no no, babe." He grinned, crooning down to pull you into a sweet kiss. "I think I can spare you the extra 25% on this one."

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[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Manager reader gets hit on/harassed

Note: IM BACK FROM VACATION I recommend you read “How it’s like to be their manager” first before this one. Gives it a lot more perspective :)

Scenario: During an away game at another school, you catch the eye of a senior there. Little did he know that you’re the Genshin team’s manager and how much trouble he just caused for himself. 

Warnings: SEXUAL HARRASSMENT but still SFW, swearing, profanities, fighting. platonic relationships.

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Lost.

It was like one of your traits. Getting lost easily. You sigh and look left and right to see if anyone was in the hallways to help you get back to the gym, or at least give you directions.

“Those guys...are gunna be worried if I don’t get back soon,” you sweatdrop a little and laugh nervously, picturing your childish team just losing it when you come back late. “I better hurry,” you mutter to yourself, pace quickening the slightest bit, just as a door to one of the classrooms slide open with a thud, revealing a spiky haired guy who stares and blinks at you. You take that opportunity to ask the guy where the gym is. 

Back at the gym where the team is doing warmups and practice receives, Tartaglia starts getting antsy and annoying. “Where’s Y/N-chan~~?” He sways back and forth. Zhongli sighs at his middle blocker, “She’ll be back soon, she just went to look for a vending machine,” They still had an hour to go before the practice match, so Zhongli wasn’t that worried. 

“Hmmm? It’s--HIT--been a while--HIT--since--HIT--she’s been back --HIT--though--HIT,” Kaeya states. Sentence cut off in pieces as he tries to keep the volleyball up in the air, his tied up blue hair starting to stick to his neck because of the sweat. Still, the team keeps practicing, up until 10 minutes later when even their captain starts to get antsy. 

“...Captain, don’t hide it, just admit you’re worried for her too,” Tohma states with a harmless laugh. Zhongli muses and finally sighs, “I have to stay here. Someone else go and look for her,” and immediately seven hands are in the air.

Tartaglia waves his hand “Me, me!”

Kaeya raises his hand “I’ll go!”

Diluc does too “I can do it...”

Albedo follows “I remember the layout of the school,”

Kazuha volunteers “I’ve got good instincts,”

Xiao gingerly picks his hand up “I’ll bring her back fast,”

and finally Tohma’s hand is high in the air, “I’ll find her!”

Of course everyone wanted to go... Zhongli decides he doesn’t want to deal with it and tells his team to go with rock paper scissors. Watching them battle it out really made him wonder how the hell he kept this team together. 

“YES!” Tartaglia pumps his fist in the air as he, Kazuha, Xiao and Tohma win the simple round of rock, paper, scissors. Kaeya, Diluc and Albedo are silently sulking, but continue their practice. “We’ll be back soon!!” Tohma waves at them as they exit the gym, starting their search on the ground floor classrooms.

Back where you were, you’d been following the guy for at least 2 minutes now. He said he’d lead you to the gym...but...it seemed as if there was less and less people to wherever he was taking you. It was the ground floor, at the end of the hallway where lockers lined both side of the walls. Suddenly the guy’s hand is wrapped around your wrist and he pulls you towards him. You instantly resist, pulling your wrist back and keeping away from him. “I-I just want to go back to the gym, my team is waiting for me,” 

You steel your gaze at the guy. If he thought you were just going to stand there and take his blatant disrespect for your personal space, he was wrong. But his next move leaves you feeling disgusted, your skirt hikes up and he grins. “Stop!” you screech and twist your wrist away.

Tartaglia halts in his tracks at your familiar voice. His head turns just as his other three companions does. 

The scene unfolding before him makes. him. see. red. 

Hell, he doesn’t even see anything except the image of him punching that grin off of that guy’s face. His vision zones in on the bastard’s features, he strides over, in less than 5 seconds reaching towards the guy’s collar and slamming him on the nearest locker. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!” You’ve never seen him so angry before, but the realization of what happened has you cowering away, feeling like some dirty thing that was played around with. 

“Tartaglia, ease up!” Tohma runs to try and restrain Tartaglia’s arms. He shoots a look at Xiao who immediately turns around to get the rest of the team, particularly his captain. Kazuha strides over to you, watching as you faced away and looked at the ground, ashamed. 

Kazuha was never one to resort to violence, nor was he particularly a resentful guy. But he feels it. He feels the hatred rush through his veins, but he focuses on you instead. “You’re alright, Y/N,” he places a hand on top of your head and smooths your hair down just as the others arrive. 

Tohma is barely holding on to Tartaglia, his strength matches his fury, but Diluc finally arrives and together with Tohma, successfully pulls Tartaglia away from the guy. 

“Calm down,” the red haired spiker insists, to which Tartaglia only shouts, eyes engulfed in fury and piercing the offender with his gaze. 

“This fucker touched Y/N!” 

Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc freeze at the news. Their heads slowly turn towards the attacker. 

And now all set of 8 eyes on him are menacing, cold and unforgiving.

How dare he.

But Diluc holds his ground, restraining Tartaglia. 

Zhongli’s head turns towards your frame, seemingly meek and tiny and tears pooling around your eyes. 

Xiao hurries next to you as he arrives, the displeasure on his face was immense, specially when he starts wiping off the tears cascading down your cheeks. He grits his teeth “Don’t waste your tears on someone like him,” he knew well that you must have felt ashamed, and that your tears were not something you could control, but it was the best thing he could say. 

It was Kaeya, unrestrained and gurgling with hot anger that lifts his fist up.

But it was not his fist that connects with the offender’s jaw.

It was not his hands that pulled the offender up by his collar once again.

And it was not him who states “Do not come near her again. Don’t even look at her,” 

The whole team freezes. 

It was their captain.

The captain that was always calm and collected. Who always tried to stop fights and apologize for the inconveniences that his team caused. There’s a shiver that runs up the member’s spines at the feral look on their captain’s face. 

And then he drops the guy on the ground once again. The offender panicking and crouching backwards and away from them. “We should report it to someone,” Albedo, sensible and smart as ever, suggests. “...but throwing a few more punches in doesn’t seem so bad...” he adds and narrows his eyes at the guy.

“No, don’t. Let’s not waste our energies,” you firmly say and wipe the remaining tears away from your eyes. Kaeya moves over to your side and slides his jacket off of him and places it around your shoulders. “Okay, princess, whatever you want, we’ll just drop him off at the principal’s office and make a report,” when it really counted Kaeya’s flirtatious nicknames for you were quite reassuring. You smiled up at him a little.

Zhongli passes another glance at you, his fist is still tight next to him but he hoists the guy up and has Tartaglia come with him, since he was the one who saw everything. 

The rest of the team turns to you, with Tohma taking your hand and leading you back to the gym. “You’re okay, Y/N, we’re here,” and sure enough they keep close enough to you to fend off anyone else. Like wolves protecting their pack. You knew the chances of that happening again was slim, but seeing them so concerned and circled around you like a shield was really what you needed right now. 

“...Thank you,” you whisper to them as you arrive at the unfamiliar gym. They all turn back to you with a smile. 

“We’ll beat them to the ground at this game, Y/N, you’ll see,”

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[glystenangel]

Welcome to the Neighborhood

SingleDad! Sukuna x Afab!Reader - Modern AU

Series Summary:  you move in next door and sukuna, the single dad living next door, notices

alternatively you’re a pottery artist that moves into the neighborhood and you and sukuna develop a big ol fat crush on each other. then you ****.

Chapters: 3/7

Chapter Summary: you gain sukuna’s trust

Status: Completed

Tags: Sukuna is separate from Yuji, slight slow burn (it starts off slowish bear w me), some pining and long stares

Warnings: 18+, Daddy kink makes its appearance, fluff mostly tho

Chapter 3 - Babysitting

Some weeks had passed since that conversation, and it still weighed on your mind as you were reading in your living room. You hadn’t tried speaking to him since really, as you wanted to give him space and felt ashamed about perhaps overstepping your place. Mulling over Sukuna’s response for the upteenth time, you nearly jumped out of your skin when urgent knocks were pounded into your front door.

You looked through the peephole and immediately pushed it open, “Sukuna?”

He was smartly dressed for once, wearing black dress shoes and a white button up rolled to his forearms that tucked into perfectly tailored gray slacks. He had a duffel bag stuffed to the point of almost bursting slung around his shoulder, and in each hand, a toddler that looked up at you with overwhelmingly cute curiosity.

“Hey.” He breathed, looking at you apologetically as he spoke quickly, “Could you please watch them for a few hours? There’s an emergency at one of the sites, but I can’t have the kids there and you’re the first person I thought of.”

The first person he thought of.

“I’d love to, come here kids.” You extended your hands out to them, and tried to contain a squeal when they rushed forward to hug your legs instead.

“Cookie lady!” They shouted excitedly.

“Daddy will be right back, okay?” Sukuna knelt down, offloading the duffel bag beside you and patting each child’s head before standing.

“They’ll behave, I promise.” He said with more anxiety than you'd ever seen him exhibit, “And anything they need’s in the bag, just so you know.”

“I got it.” You reassured with a smile, picking up Nobara to hold her to your chest and placing a hand on Yuji’s back.

“Thank you.” He shot you a meaningful look, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you.” Your own goodbye was chorused by Yuji and Nobara as Sukuna sped off to work.

Once his car had become a speck in the distance, you looked down at the pair of children left in your care for the rest of the day, “You guys wanna help me bake some cookies?”

Their eyes glittered with elation.

“Yes!”

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By the time Sukuna came back the sun had set, and you had done your damnedest trying to keep up with Yuji and Nobara, filling the day with baking cookies, sculpting and painting little animal figurines with them, playing tag, and finally reading to them until at least Yuji had fallen asleep tucked into the corner of your couch. Nobara was still awake, but was clearly trying to defy the need to sleep as her head lolled from side to side next to her brother. 

Upon hearing footsteps approaching your door, you closed the picture book you had nabbed from Sukuna’s duffel bag. You carefully shushed Nobara’s inquisitive gurgles on your way to opening the door and found yourself at the end of Sukuna’s pressing gaze.

“Welcome back.”

“Hi,” His smile was tense and he made an attempt to peer over your shoulder, “Sorry about that, are they okay?”

“No need to apologize, they were angels. They’re a lot like you, actually.” You mused, “I can tell you raised them really well and we had so much fun together.” 

It was true, throughout the day you could see how good natured and cheerful the two were, though they definitely had the same chaotic impulses most children their age loved to indulge. They were troublemakers with hearts of gold, and you could see how Sukuna’s personality shined through each of them differently. It had been a day full of pleasant surprises.

"I know it's not easy for you to be away from them either, so...thanks for letting me help." You finished.

His expression softened considerably, and he regarded you with a look that made your heart ache, as if he hadn’t expected your praise again and now didn’t know what to do with the kind words.

When he couldn’t produce a response, you gently broke the silence, “Wait here, I’ll go get them.” 

You closed the door and repacked the duffel bag as best as you could, zipping it closed and setting it next to the door before returning to your living room to pick up Yuji’s limp form and lead a drowsy Nobara to the door by hand.

“Is Daddy back?” She rubbed at her eye indiscreetly.

“Yes, he’s here to pick you up.” You squeezed her hand affectionately, melting at the pure glee she stomped her feet with at hearing her father had returned.

You let go of her hand to open the door again before lightly pushing her back towards Sukuna, who’s shoulders relaxed upon seeing his daughter.

She stumbled into him, babbling with happiness and he pinched her cheek affectionately before reaching down and throwing the duffel bag at your feet over his shoulder.

He looked at the essentially comatose toddler cradled in your arms, “What happened to Yuji?”

“He fell asleep!” You whispered, extracting Yuji from your arms as gingerly as possible and transferring him to Sukuna.

The careful movement still disturbed him, and you just about died when he scrunched up his face and wrapped a small hand around your fingers.

“I don’t wanna go...”

Your willpower all but fell apart at his sleepy murmur, and you delicately slid your fingers out of his reach.

“You need to go home with Daddy, remember?” 

Your heart squeezed at his pout, eyes still shut and a puffy cheek squished into Sukuna’s shirt.

“But-”

You soothingly rubbed his back and patted the little boy’s head, “I promise you and Nobara can come over and play whenever you want, just as long as it’s okay with Daddy. Okay?”

“Okay…” He sniffled, and you did everything in your power to not kidnap him from Sukuna right then and there.

“Pinky promise!” Nobara’s tiny voice floated up from below and you knelt down to hook your pinky through hers.

When you stood back up Sukuna was in a similar state as when you had initially left him, eyes brimming with an unreadable emotion. Except this time, he suddenly started to laugh.

“As long as it’s okay with Daddy?” He prompted, his handsome signature smile making its appearance.

You flinched at your own words, realizing the term of endearment had casually slipped into your vocabulary after having spent the whole day with Yuji and Nobara, who adorably but unhelpfully blabbed nonstop about their dad.

“That’s you right? They didn’t know I was talking about you if I said Sukuna.” You hurriedly blurted, an earnest look crossing your features.

“Right.” 

His teasing tone made your heart race.

“What?” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Nothing,” He grinned, leaning into your ear as Nobara yawned, “Just like the sound of it coming from you.” 

You nearly fell to the floor, and he stepped back as if nothing had been said.

“Anyway, thanks for everything today. Say bye bye Nobara.” He gave the sleepy toddler’s hand a tug.

“Bye bye!” She waved, blinking blearily as he stooped down and scooped her into his arms as well.

He gave you one last look before walking off, a slumbering child bundled up in each arm, “Have a good night.”

“Goodnight.” You waved back meekly, barely finding your voice in time.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

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End Notes:

shorter chapter! next one is where the spice takes off😇 honestly would write more relationship building stuff with the kids butttttt again we’re here for Daddy Sukuna not them so

fuck them kids

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[drabbles-mc]

Small World

Amado Carrillo Fuentes x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 14 of the August Prompts: airplane

Warnings: alcohol, brief mentions of bruises

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Bold of me to sit down and write this Amado fic like I know what the fuck I’m doin when I, in fact, have no fucking clue what I’m doing. 😂 I had a good time though and that’s what matters lmao. Unbeta’d and unedited because I thrive on chaos. Hope y’all enjoy! Also, shout-out to @narcolini for the encouragement. 💖

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In and out. Every single day, in and out. Not like clockwork, necessarily. There was no consistency to the times in which he would come and go. It was usually late, on both fronts. Leaving late in the morning, coming back late in the evening. He never stopped to try and make conversation, but then again, why would he?

He certainly piqued your interest, though. Despite the fact that the two of you hadn’t exchanged so much as a single word with each other, whenever you saw him coming or going, you found yourself building out elaborate lives for him in your head. All of them were wildly inaccurate, you were certain, but you didn’t particularly care. He was easy to project your musings onto, this quiet man who either washed the same set of clothes every night or packed about a dozen of the same shirt and pants. All black, always, which you thought was a curious choice given the heat and heaviness of the air in Colombia these days, but he didn’t seem fazed by it. He carried himself like a man who wasn’t fazed by much at all, let alone the weather.

It was late, once again, when the hotel door swung open and he strode in. You glanced up from the paperwork in front of you, watching him from behind the safety of the reception desk. You tried not to stare too long, or at least too obviously. However the fact that he walked in wearing his darkly tinted shades despite the late hour was curious to you—it was different. You stared a little longer as you mulled over the detail.

You must’ve stared a beat too long, been just a little too obvious about it this time. He was heading for the stairway when he paused, turning and looking at you. You couldn’t see exactly where he was looking because of his sunglasses, but you were the only one behind the desk, and the cheap art on the wall behind you definitely wasn’t interesting enough to stop him from going to his room for the night. It was too late to try and make it seem like you hadn’t been staring. Trying to quickly avert your eyes would only make it more obvious and uncomfortable. So you didn’t waver, holding his gaze as though you could see him through the tiny of his aviators. You weren’t sure if you were expecting some sort of slick comment about your staring, or if he was just going to stretch the moment out for another second longer before carrying on like it hadn’t happened at all.

Your hands fidgeted with the pen that you were holding, but you didn’t speak, didn’t break eye contact. For some reason you didn’t want to be the one that ended the interaction, if you could even call it that at this point.

“Sí?” he sounded exhausted, but exactly like what you had pictured in your head.

Your eyes widened slightly, not sure what you were supposed to be saying in response. You didn’t want to open the conversation with, “I’ve been watching you come and go from this hotel for a week because you stick out like a sore thumb who only owns one outfit and now you stick out even more because you’re wearing sunglasses at 10pm and also indoors,” so you froze up. You gave a slight shake of your head, “Nada. Lo siento,” you offered a weak smile, “Buenas noches.”

He took a step towards the desk, and you desperately wished he would take the goddamn glasses off. There was so much of his expression that you were missing, not being able to see his eyes. The rest of his features stayed so neutral, you had absolutely nothing to go off of. One hand rested on his belt buckle as he took another step, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip like he was getting ready to say something. You were more than ready to hear it, until the phone in front of you started ringing, the sound more obnoxious than usual when it was interrupting something like that.

You let out a shaky sigh, flashing the man an apologetic look before reaching and picking the phone up off of the receiver. You could feel yourself changing the usual tone of your voice for the sake of the interaction, wanting to sound as sweet and welcoming and palatable as possible for whoever might be on the other end of the line.

The conversation took just long enough to make the man in front of you walk away. You silently cursed the customer on the other end of the line, as though they had done it on purpose. You were half-listening to what they were saying, scribbling down their information so you could get everything set up for their arrival. Your eyes darted back and forth between the pad of paper in front of you, and the man who was now retreating up the stairs. You felt yourself frowning as he disappeared from sight again, not sparing another glance at you. You sighed as you finished copying the information down, your only relief coming from the fact that the person who was coming in to relieve you for the night finally decided to show up.

You handed her the slip of paper, “They’ll be here soon—make sure their room is set up.”

She took the paper, smiling, “I will. Have a good night.”

You quickly grabbed your things and walked out from behind the desk. You lingered by the door, glancing up the stairs for a moment before shaking your head at yourself and leaving, off to get what little sleep you would be able to manage.

It was late the next morning when you found yourself behind the desk again. The lobby was bright now, sunlight coming in through the large windows on the front of the building. You could see the streets starting to come to life as everyone made their way around town.

You hadn’t been on your shift too long when you saw him coming back down the stairs again. Black shirt, black pants, black boots, black aviators, silver watch, gold chain. Again, with the sunglasses on inside. At least now it was daylight and they’d serve a purpose once he stepped out the door. You made a point to make yourself seem busy a lot quicker than the night before, wondering if he would come over and finish whatever he had intended to start last night if you didn’t gawk and give the invitation to do so.

The sound of his boots against the hardwood got a little louder, then muffled as he stepped onto the rug that was in front of the reception desk. You glanced up from the booklet of information in front of you, offering him the same smile that you offered anyone who was a guest at the hotel.

You didn’t even get to give your rudimentary greeting before he spoke, “You’re always here, hm?”

It wasn’t the remark you had been expecting from him. Your smile softened into something more genuine, more amused, “It’s my job,” you paused, drumming your fingers against the top of the desk, “You show up to yours every day as well, don’t you?”

“Do you ever go home?”

You chuckled, “Asks the man staying in a hotel,” you surprised yourself with how easily your retorts rolled off your tongue. You wondered if you’d be more nervous if you could actually see his eyes. His lips curled into a small smile as he nodded, as if he was admitting defeat. You smiled back at him, giving a nod, “Have a nice day, yea?”

He huffed out a soft chuckle, a sound you wanted to commit to memory, “Yea, you too.”

You watched him as he walked away, laughing quietly to yourself when you caught how he instinctively reached towards his head for his glasses, forgetting that he already had them on. You shook your head, returning your attention to the paperwork in front of you, cheeks feeling warmer than they had a minute ago.

The hours ticked by, uneventful as usual. You knew that you should be thankful for that, because other places didn’t have the good fortune of being so boring, and by extension, safe. It was starting to get dark out and you knew that you weren’t going to be stuck behind the desk too much longer. You found yourself glancing over at the clock more than usual, wanting desperately to leave so you could start your two days off. They were long overdue.

When it was finally time, you didn’t waste a second while gathering up your things. Pushing the hotel door open, you looked down into your bag as you tried to find and grab your car keys. You felt your shoulder brush against someone else’s and you said a passive but still genuine apology, eyes still fixed on your purse. For such a small bag your keys managed to get lost so easily.

“I see you’re taking my advice,” his voice snapped your focus to him.

You looked, seeing the smirk on his face. Stepping out of the way of the doorway, you said, “I don’t think you actually offered me any advice.”

He nodded towards the street, eyes still hidden behind his shades, “Going home?”

“Sí,” you smiled, leaning back against the side of the building, “Despite what you think, I don’t live here,” you paused, “I never got your name?”

You saw the way his brows furrowed slightly. He gestured towards the hotel, “You’ve had it.”

You laughed, “You think that I look people up?” you shook your head at him.

He shrugged, hands resting on the buckle of his belt, “No, but your curiosity is hard to miss,” he paused, seeing the look on your face, “The staring.”

Your face instantly felt like it was on fire, gaze dropping to the sidewalk beneath your feet, “I don’t—”

“Amado,” he cut you off, a sympathetic smile on his face, “My name’s Amado.”

You smiled, “Well, Amado,” you took a brief moment to revel in the way it felt rolling off your tongue, “have a good night.”

“See you in the morning,” he said with the certainty of a man who has been seeing you twice a day every day for the last week.

You shook your head, “Not this time. It’s my weekend.”

“So you’re free tomorrow night, then?” he didn’t miss a beat.

You chuckled, shrugging before giving a nod, “I might be.”

“Free enough for drinks?” he tilted his head.

You smiled. If it had been anyone else, you were sure you would’ve said no, but you were far too curious to pass up the opportunity, “Sure,” you tucked your keys into your pocket before digging around your purse once more for a scrap of paper and a pen, settling on the receipt for your coffee from that morning. You scribbled down your name and number before handing it over, “Pick somewhere well-lit if you’re going to keep wearing those glasses, Amado.”

He held the paper between his fingers, a smile on his face, “See you tomorrow.”

You nodded, pushing yourself off the wall to finally head towards your car, “Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow had never taken so long to arrive before. You also never found yourself wishing to speed up one of your days off so much before. Amado had called, presumably from his room at the hotel, to make plans. You joked that you hoped you would be able to meet up with him earlier than you would see him coming back to his room at night. You couldn’t see his face, but he sounded a little amused at the joke. Despite the fact that he was the visitor, not you, he already had an idea of where to go, and you weren’t going to try and argue it.

You walked down the street, keeping your eyes peeled for the bar he’d suggested. You’d definitely heard of it before, probably passed it when you were running around town on errands, but you’d never stopped there before. Glancing up, allowing your own pair of sunglasses to shield you from the slowly setting sun, you found yourself in front of the very place you were looking for. As your gaze dropped, however, you realized that you could’ve skipped looking for the name at all, because Amado was already sitting at a table on the little patio that ran along the sidewalk. Despite your light-hearted comment to him the day before, he was still wearing his sunglasses, and you couldn’t help but to shake your head and smile as you walked into the bar to meet him.

He stood up from his chair to greet you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before pulling your chair out for you. You felt your face heating up more with each gesture. You sat down across from him, resting your hands on the table as you took in the sight of him. He looked exactly as he had for the last seven days you’d seen him.

“I see you got your own,” he smiled, motioning to your sunglasses.

You laughed, nodding as you pushed them up so that they were resting on top of your head, “I did. I’m not quite as attached to mine as you are to yours, though,” you remarked with a raise of your eyebrows.

It was impossible to miss the rise and fall of his shoulders as he sighed. You wondered if perhaps you pushed it too far, if the running commentary had tired itself out. You were trying to think of an apology of some kind, some way to smooth it over, but before you could, he simply reached up and removed his aviators, only instead of resting them on top of his head the way you had, he hooked then in the V of his button-down shirt. Which, the action made you realize, was unbuttoned quite low.

The only thing that drew your attention away from that, was the realization of why he had been constantly wearing his glasses the last few days. The bruise around his eye looked like it was just beginning to fade. Your lips tugged down into a frown as you studied it, but Amado didn’t seem all that perturbed.

“Secret’s out,” he commented with a smile as he watched the expression shift on your face.

Before either of you could say anything more about it, a waitress appeared and asked each of you what you would like to drink. You each ordered, and without the glasses on the weight of Amado watching you as you spoke felt much heavier than it had before. The jitters running through your body were just as much from nervousness as they were excitement.

When it was just the two of you again, you brought the conversation back to where it had been before. You nodded towards his face, “Qué paso?”

He shook his head dismissively, trying to play it off, “Nada, nada,” he paused, and it didn’t take him long at all to see that you weren’t going to let it go that easily. He didn’t know why he felt compelled to tell you anything about it, “Problems at work.”

That piqued your interest, “Work? What do you do for work?” you wondered what would land someone like him in Colombia for a week, and would result in giving him a black eye.

“I’m a pilot.”

That was interesting, sure, but it didn’t give any answers for the black eye, “Pilot? Which plane got angry with you and did that to you then, hm?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “This,” he gestured to the bruise, “was a problem with a coworker.”

You didn’t think he was lying, but something in your gut said that there was more to the story. You didn’t press it, though. Partially because you knew that you didn’t really know this man, and it wasn’t your business, and partially because the waitress came back with both of your drinks.

The banter between you was light, easy, fast-paced. Between the jokes, and shaking your heads at each other, you managed to get to know each other a little bit. You weren’t baring your soul to him, nor him to you, but there was some sense of comfort there. After days of wondering and pining you had to admit that he wasn’t what you expected—he was much better. Despite the all-black ensembles and the neutral expression he wore when he filtered in and out of the hotel, you found out that he was quite funny, even a little vulgar once he got more comfortable and you had to admit it made you like him a little bit more. He wasn’t the surly man you had expected, and you were glad for that. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing as much as you had.

You hadn’t been keeping track of the number of times the waitress came and swapped out your empty glasses for full ones, but neither of you commented to try and stop her. Between the alcohol in your system, and the looks Amado was giving you from across the small table in the ever-dimming light, you entire body felt warm and fuzzy. You wished it felt like this all the time.

“Can I ask you something, Amado?” you swirled your drink around in your glass.

“Would it stop you if I said no?” he chuckled.

Your smile grew, “No,” you paused, “Where are you from? Your accent,” you took a sip of your drink, “You’re not from Colombia.”

He shook his head, “I’m not,” he waited for you to look at him again, “Mexico.”

Your eyebrows lifted, “Mexico, yea? Where? It’s a big country, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, “Doesn’t feel big enough sometimes,” he took a swig of his drink, “Sinaloa.”

You’d heard the name before, but if someone had asked you to point it out on a map of Mexico you wouldn’t have been able to. Still, you liked knowing.

He watched you as you propped your elbow on the table, resting your shin in your hand. He drummed his fingers on the outside of his glass, “I’m assuming you’re from here?”

You nodded, “Yea, grew up less than five miles from the hotel,” you shrugged as you gazed at him, “My world is considerably smaller than yours, Amado.”

“If you ever want to get out,” he joked, “I’ll make sure to save you a seat.”

“Then who would keep you company when you visit Colombia?” you said with a smile.

When it was finally time for you to head home, and for Amado to head back to the hotel, he offered to walk you back to your car. You weren’t going to turn down the opportunity for a few more minutes with him, so you happily waved for him to follow you. The two of you fell into stride next to each other, walking at a slow, leisurely pace.

The walk to your car still didn’t last nearly as long as you would’ve liked. The two of you stopped as you leaned back against the side of the vehicle. You toyed with your keys, “How much longer are you here?”

He shook his head, sighing, “I leave in the morning.”

You couldn’t hide the initial wave of disappointment that washed over you. Still, you gave him a small smile, “Spending your last night with me?”

He chuckled, “Should’ve been spending every night with you.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he was purposely laying it on thick but it still made your stomach flip, “Maybe.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, the only noise was the music filtering out of the other restaurants and bars around you. There were people walking by but you didn’t really care to notice them as Amado stepped in closer to you. He brought his hand up, gently grazing his thumb along your cheek in a way that set your skin aflame. The breath that slipped past your lips was unsteady, shallow with anticipation. The look in his eyes and the smirk curling his lips almost made you think that he was going to make another witty remark. You were bracing yourself for that when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The action surprised you, but not really. Your body tensed up for a moment before relaxing into it, allowing Amado to pin your body between his and the car behind you. His one hand stayed cupping the side of your face while the other found its way to your hip, fingers gripping you just tightly enough to show that he wanted you.

He tasted like the liquor he’d been drinking all night, and you felt like you were getting a whole different kind of drunk off the taste of him. You interlocked your hands behind his neck, fingers tangling slightly into his hair, not that it seemed to bother him.

Pulling away, you tried to seem like you weren’t fighting to catch your breath. The knowing look on his face told you that he already knew, though. He pressed a shorter, softer kiss to your lips, both his hands on your hips now. Part of you wanted to invite him back to your place, but you knew that it was futile. He’d be gone in the morning.

“You should stay,” you still sounded breathless, your voice soft.

He chuckled, “I should,” he leaned in and kissed your neck, “But I can’t.”

For the briefest of moments you wondered if anyone would really miss you if you just took off with him in the morning. But you knew that you wouldn’t. It was a nice thought, though, a daydream to wander back to after he was gone.

“You’ll come back at least?” there was a hopeful lilt to your voice, and you almost hated yourself for the way this man you’d known for only a few hours had this kind of a hold on you.

He kissed your jaw this time, “I will.”

You hummed in approval, “You better.”

He kissed your lips before stepping back, “It’s a small world—I’ll always find my way back.”

[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Be Good🍒

💋 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒 WARNINGS// Smut, cursing, oral (m receiving), bucky being nervous and cocky all at once, a smidgen of subby bucky, big dick bucky, i think that's it.

💋 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒 NOTE// OK, finally it's done 😅

💋Ronly Friends Masterlist💋

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"Why are we here, exactly?" Bucky asked as the two of you walked into the shop that was filled with different sets of lingerie, sex toys and other things meant for sexual pleasure.

"If you're still serious about doing the video, we gotta get stuff to hide who you are." You shrugged, wandering towards a rack that held masks. "Well, I'm not very sure how many people have metal arms. It'll be kinda obvious."

"Nothing a jacket and some gloves won't fix."

You had expected Bucky to change his mind the next day, but so far he hadn't. He wouldn't say it outloud, but the thought excited him.

Even though you had told him there wasn't any actual sex involved, he just thought about the way your lips were going to feel around him and the glossy red lipstick you had worn in the videos would smudge against his skin and off of your lips.

"How about this one?" He pulled his gaze away from your lips to look at the black mask you held in your hand. "Would I be able to breathe in that thing?" He chuckled, taking it from you. "Well, yeah. There's holes."

Bucky lifted the mask to his face, holding it in place as he looked at you. The rubbery plastic covering from his nose down, leaving his denim blues visible.

Your lips curled up in a smile, raising your eyebrows. "You have really beautiful eyes." Bucky laughed lightly at the compliment, tossing the mask into the basket you were holding. "Thanks, cherry."

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Bucky's head was swarming with thoughts as he sat on your bed that had been covered with a large throw blanket, the backdrop blocking the off white color of the walls and your headboard.

You stood in front of him, one of his t-shirts covering the lingerie set you wore as you set up a tripod. "Okay, stand up." You said with a soft smile, clipping the garter belt to the stockings and looking to him.

Dropping to your knees one at a time once he stood, Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers worked at the button of his jeans. "I thought you said that pictures were first?" He said, exhaling slowly. "They are, but pants aren't required."

He nodded, his cock already stirring in his jeans at the sight of you on your knees in front of him- tugging the tight fabric down his legs so he could kick them off. "Just one last thing-"

Goosebumps raised on his skin when your lips pressed to his hip bone just above the band of his briefs. A bright red lipstick print gracing the skin when you pulled away and stood with a proud smile.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bucky cleared his throat. "Now what?"

Your foot pushed his apart, trying to keep your eyes away from the bulge in his underwear as he leaned back on his forearms. "Just relax." You shrugged, adjusting the leather jacket to show more of his bare stomach and making sure the metal of his left shoulder wasn't visible, before handing him the mask to put on.

He heard a few shutter clicks after you went back behind the camera, watching as you pressed a few buttons then took the few steps back to him.

"Get 'em?" Bucky said, swallowing thickly when you moved to straddle his lap. "Hands here." You moved his gloved hands to hold your backside, his fingers pushing the hem of the shirt up a little. "You sure?"

Bucky hated that he was showing how nervous he was to be in such close quarters, he'd wanted this since the day you moved in.

"Bucky, if you're not sure about doing this we can stop." You said, leaning away a little to look at him. "It's not that-" he shook his head, words slightly muffled by the rubbery plastic covering the lower half of his face. "I wanna do this."

He cleared his throat and gathered all of the confidence he had as he shifted under you slightly. Your hands resting on his shoulders as his gave a soft squeeze to the supple flesh of your ass, biting back a groan when you brushed the erection straining against his briefs.

A few more shutter clicks and you stood, Bucky finally taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in his chest.

"This seems a little unfair." He said, watching you lean to get your mask from the dresser. "How's that?" You mused, cocking an eyebrow at him

Bucky leaned forward to toy with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. "Take it off." His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine. Thought you tried to hide it by gripping the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up and over your head before dropping it to the floor.

You could feel his slate blue eyes piercing through you, his breathing uneven as his gaze raked over the way the two piece, lacy and white lingerie fit your body as you stood behind the camera again.

"Ready?" Bucky swallowed thickly and nodded, not looking from you as you sunk down to your knees again. Reciting the rules you told him yesterday in his head.

'No kissing, it's too intimate, and be good.'

He lifted his hips enough for you to pull his briefs down his thighs, your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung out. Long and thick, the tip red and swollen, like it was aching to be touched.

More confidence washed through Bucky at your expression, lips parted as you pumped your hand along his shaft a few times. Eyes flicking up to meet his as your tongue poked out to catch a bead of precum leaking down from the slit, eliciting a low groan from him.

Moaning softly at the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, your lips wrapped around the bulbous head. Glossy red lipstick smudging to the skin just like Bucky had pictured it would.

It didn't take much for Bucky to fall into the rhythm and completely forget about the camera pointed at the two of you. Wanton moans and pants leaving his lips, muffled by the mask but still very audible.

His hand holding the back of your head as you swallowed him down to his base, drool leaking around your lips and down your chin as you squeezed the thick muscles on his thigh- moaning around him

Bucky was already so close from the feeling of your throat constricting around him, he wasn't sure how he fit but he didn't care, it felt amazing.

His body relaxed when you pulled away to take a few gasps of air as you fisted over him. "C'mon, cherry..." he panted, stroking the back of your head, knowing he couldn't tug the hair due to it being a wig.

He was trying to listen to your rule about being good, resisting the urge to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth or rut his hips onto your hand.

But, the manicured hand he had thought so much about was finally wrapped around his cock and he didn't know how much control he had left.

"Remember, you gotta be a good boy." You teased when you leaned up to talk in his ear, smirking when his cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck-" Bucky said in a low, drawn out moan when you took him in your mouth again, moving your hand to gently roll his balls in your palm as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

His eyebrows knitted together, hair fallen forward and partially shielded his face as his hooded eyes watched your every move.

You felt his balls and muscles in his thigh start to tight in your hands, his hand slipping down to hold the back of your neck when your cheeks hollowed to take more of him.

"Oh- fucking shit-" he hissed before a string of Russian curses poured out of his mouth, his release shooting down your throat.

The wicked smirk that plastered across your face when you pulled off of him made Bucky shudder, the grip on the back of your neck loosening. Watching you with a dazed look as you stood.

Bucky stood from the bed once he got his bearings again, pulling the mask off and cupping over himself as if you hadn't just swallowed his spend. "What about you?"

Lifting your head to look at him as you started to put the stuff away, you shrugged. "That wasn't part of the agreement."

He felt bad that he wasn't going to return the favor, noticing how your slick had soaked through the fabric of your lingerie. "But, you-"

You pecked a kiss to his cheek and patted his red tinted chest. "Just take the win, Buck."

As much as you wanted to, you were ready to cross that line yet. Maybe another day, but for now- the sated look on Bucky's face was enough for you.

Bucky cleared his throat and nodded, leaving your room and making his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He glanced down at the red lipstick smears when he shut the bathroom door, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled the velcro straps of the leather gloves and tugged them off.

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After both of you had showers and changed, Bucky stood in the kitchen with you as you cooked dinner. Trying not to think too hard about what happened less than an hour ago.

"Y'know, I didn't know you can speak Russian." You grinned, leaning back against the counter across from him. "Now you do." He said, lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

He knew what you were about to say from the teasing smirk that tugged you lips. "You liked being called a good boy, didn't you, James?" You cooed, stepping closer. "Shut the hell up." He muttered, looking to the floor.

Your arms went around his neck loosely, smiling up at him as your fingers messed with some of his long hair. "Awe, you did." You giggled, Bucky rolling his eyes at you. "You're gonna burn the food."

Bucky looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, Sam walking in. "Oh, fuck me." He groaned, turning so Sam couldn't see the strain in his briefs you caused from such a small amount of touch. "What are you two up to?"

"Dinner- stop barging in." Bucky snapped, eyes following his friend as he walked towards the fridge. "Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve is still whining about Peggy." Sam said the name in a mocking tone, holding a beer out towards Bucky. "I'm in my underwear and I'm not your personal bottle opener."

Raising his eyebrows, Sam nodded his head towards the bottle in his hand. Bucky taking it to pop the lid off with his silvery hand.

"Didn't they end it like- a month ago?" You asked, not looking from the pan on the stove. "Mhm, I don't think it will ever stop."

"Give him time, heartbreak isn't easy." You shrugged, a chuckle coming from both Sam and Bucky. "Someone break your heart? Please, cherry, they'd be stupid." Bucky mused, making your heart flutter in your chest.

"That's sweet, but everyone gets their heartbroken at some point." You pointed the spatula at him and he out his hands up in defense. "Ok, ok. Don't spank me." He laughed, the playful look in his eyes making you smile.

"Don't tempt me, I will."

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