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cherie-doll · 2 days ago

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COD men and they've accidentally hurt their SO? Either physically (like they accidentally stepped on their foot) or misspoke and accidentally insulted their SO?

i would like to apologize for how long it's taking me to get through asks and just updating in general, i wanna SCREAMMM

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: They Accidentally Hurt You

≻ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He came back home tired and so out of his mind he wasn't really giving you much attention, normally he would be basking in your presence quietly, having you sitting on his lap as he was just glad to be back with you

This time however, it seemed like he wasn't really taking you into account when he didn't listen to what you were saying, greeted you only with a small kiss and went straight to bed, you were left feeling hurt because you had told him you had food ready for him and he didn't seem to hear you and went to sleep

Swallowing your feelings, you went to go clean up and put away his boots left by the door and his other belongings

It wasn't until tomorrow that he noticed you were too quiet and upon realizing what he did apologized for accidentally pushing you away, he knew that him being tired wasn't going to cut it for hurting you, he should've valued what you had prepared for him and so he wouldn't stop telling you how good of a partner you are and how lucky he was to have someone like you he could come home to

Ghost

You're used to his personality and though he may seem a little distant at times it's not because he doesn't love you or you're growing apart, it's just because he still needs time to himself, he enjoys having alone time

Still, because of what he's gone through, although he's put most of it behind and in the past it resurfaces at times, it takes him by surprise too when he unintentionally pulls back harshly against your outstretched hand placed on his arm, it was meant to be comforting but it took you by surprise

His eyes widened seeing your hurt expression and how quickly you tried to hide it as your hand retreat and you turning to leave, without really thinking, he held you back by your arm and without so much as a word leaving his lips, asked you to stay next to him

He did need you, and he had to learn some way or another that he needed to stop preventing the people who cared for him from being there for him at his worst and ugliest moments, it was sort of an apology

Soap

You two play fight so much that it's not unusual for one of you to get hurt during it, once he managed to actually hurt your arm when trying to wrestle you, after taking you to the doctor and being told you had to rest that arm, he had to remind himself every so often that you were hurt and he couldn't play rough

You've rarely managed to hurt him seriously so he forgets rather quickly about your injury and accidentally hurts that same arm again when wanting to pull you towards him, saw you wince in pain and remembered

Apologized like a million times and even offered to "kiss the pain away" by placing little kisses all over your arm and face too, you could only sit there and let him kiss to his heart's content until the guilt in him eased up a bit

Decided it'd be better to not play roughly with you anymore, even after you got better he didn't initiate it anymore unless you did and even then he always let you have the upper hand, he preferred you winning and poking at him rather than making you get hurt again because of his playfulness

Gaz

He's so gentle and careful around you to make sure he doesn't misspeak or hurt you that you wonder how he ever made it in his line of work, he's like an angel for you whereas with anyone else he doesn't like he'll ignore

So, imagine the shame he feels for making you cry, he caught you eating a whole jar of nutella with bread late at night in the pantry and when he told you that it'd be better to stop before it made you feel sick, you burst out in tears, taken aback, he didn't know what to do

He hadn't ever gotten this reaction from you over something so small, turns out you had just started your period and eating the pain of cramps away was the comfort you needed, ofc once he figured that out he kept going "oh, im sorry sweetheart, so sorry my love" as many times as he needed until you calmed down

He'd rather die than ever even think of making you get so upset you cry, he made sure you were okay after that and even offered to go buy anything else you needed or wanted

Roach

I feel like it'd be very difficult for this guy to hurt you seriously to the point you're in tears, instead he might apologize for anything that MIGHT hurt you, whether that be physically or emotionally

Mostly emotionally though, he's afraid that something he says might sound wrong simply because when he's around you he has no filter, but that might have only been in the first stages of your relationship when he was still somewhat insecure around you and would apologize or ask before doing anything

Now, you two are so in sync with one another's thoughts that it's hard to misspeak or be misunderstood, that's the beauty of your relationship :)

If anything you might have more slip ups than he does

Alejandro

Might accidentally hurt you with too much affection, is that a thing? More like overloading you with it

Yes, he looks for any opportunity to show you his love, for example, every morning that he's home he likes to surprise you with breakfast, he even likes to feed you

Except once, he didn't know how hot the food still was and when he scooped it up to place it into your mouth you burned yourself, he jumped and gave you water to get over the painful sensation that sort of ruined your taste that day

You forgave him because he was only trying to be a sweet bf :( by making you a breakfast you could look forward to trying but instead you didn't enjoy it properly because he didn't think to blow on your food before making you taste it

Rudy

Rodolfo has the habit of silently appearing behind you while you're getting ready in front of the mirror, he doesn't do it to scare you he just likes watching you do your routine

It's usually a problem at night though... when it's dark and you only like having one light on to be able to see your face and so the rest around you is darkness and out of that darkness a face emerges and it nearly scares you to death

You usually flinch and accidentally hit your hand or arm against the counter or kitchen sink, this time you hit your elbow on the corner of the counter and you could only suffer silently in pain as he held your arm and stuttered over his words trying to apologize

He'll have to be more careful about approaching you from behind since you're often in your own world and don't see him coming lol

Phillip Graves

Whenever he's doing some sort of job around the house that requires the use of tools like a hammer, nails or a power drill, he always warns you beforehand and tells you stay away, but he has the habit of discarding unused nails on the ground and then forgetting where he's dropped them

It's obvious someone was going to step on one and get hurt eventually, he assumed he had cleaned up all them though, and even if you had shoes on it would still have gone through your shoe sole and pierced into your skin

As soon as he heard you gasp in pain he got off the ladder so fast he nearly fell off and rushed to you, he cursed himself for being so careless, this wasn't a job site, he had to be careful

He cleaned you up pretty well but still took you to the doctor's just in case, those nails he used were found in the shed and he didn't want to take any chances, but he made sure to be cautious when working inside the house

Makarov

Was trying to teach you how you'd react in a situation where you needed to defend yourself, he wanted to teach you to be able to handle anything in case something prevented him from being there to protect you, so this simulation was supposed to prepare you

He accidentally used too much force when you weren't prepared and elbowed you in the chest, it knocked the wind out of you and had you doubling over in pain, he panicked and held you by your shoulders while you caught your breath, his heart nearly stopped seeing your eyes widen when he hit you

He made sure you were okay and decided to leave it at that for the day, he insisted you sit for a while until you caught your breath, but it got him thinking what you'd do if someone else who wasn't him hurt you because they actually had bad intentions, he wouldn't always be there to soothe your pain

All this ran through his mind as you repeatedly called out to him while he rubbed your shoulders on the couch

Keegan

You two often start playful arguments which can and sometimes do escalate into full-blown verbal arguments, it's a strange way both of you can say whatever is needed to be said and also blow off some steam

Once, when an argument did get too heated, he accidentally dropped a plate and it shattered, the tiny fragments flying everywhere, some of which were embedded into your skin, you screamed in pain and that's when he stopped

He was by your side in an instant, forgetting his anger and instead worrying about you, he kept cursing under his breath and believed it was his fault for getting too upset, you didn't deserve to get hurt, he didn't meant for it to happen

He bit his lip and kept quiet as he worked to get all the pieces out and clean you as best as he could, afterwards he mumbled an apology and instead took you to bed where he let you decide whether you wanted to let him sleep beside you too or if you were still mad you'd rather him take the couch in the living room

König

He can't help it, it's not his intention to hurt you, but he forgets how big he is sometimes when wanting to show you affection, especially when he's overjoyed to see you

And it's not like him to warn you in advance so you'll just turn around to see this huge blurb coming at you and you barely have time to brace yourself, sometimes it leads to you accidentally hitting your head on something or feeling sore from the weight of him on top of you, and he looks so comfortable resting on top of you that you feel bad when you have to tell him to move

Raises his head and looks at you in confusion, tilting as he stares at you that it makes you want to shut up and just let your entire body go numb

But it's like his brain fully loads and the realization that he's crushing you sets in he gets off of you so quickly and anxiously asks if he hurt you, won't stop checking you over until you laugh and say that you're fine, then lies at the foot of the bed like a dog now with the worry always in the back of his head as a reminder to be more careful

Horangi

Like his callsign indicates, he pretends to be a tiger sneaking up behind you at times, he loves seeing your reaction when you're distracted on your phone or didn't know Horangi was even home

It's quite a surprise when you're at piece, folding laundry or tidying up and you feel big hands wrapping around you from behind and a deep voice smugly going "boo"

You dropped the laundry basket on your feet and it hurt your toes, if it weren't for Horangi being behind you, he would've also been hopping around of pain

He found it amusing and laughed but helped you pick up the laundry that was scattered on the floor as a way of him making it up to you

And you'll get back at him soon...

Nikto

You're sort of used to him being a little rough with you but he still forgets just how big and heavy his hands really are, like he'll want to tap your shoulder or back and accidentally lay his hand with too much force on you that it feels like a heavy blow

He doesn't notice until you react and then he's like "??", visibly confused because he doesn't know what happened and it's not until you tell him that he will quietly apologize

He doesn't realize that when he's home he can relax on his grip or hold, and it often happens when he's sleeping in bed with you, he still has the habit of when he's deployed to have a big pillow he can just hold close to him, drape a leg over or just smush his face in, and when he's home that pillow becomes... you

The desperation that you awaken with when you feel as if you were suffocating and can't move, you practically have to yell for him to wake up from his deep sleep and ease his grip, you sit up and put an actual pillow in your place and he just goes right back to sleep, doesn't even realize what he's done lol

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etherealsturn · 17 hours ago

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the first one to make noise loses! — c.s

ⓘ oneshot ᛫ smut with little to no plot ᛫ lowercase intended ₊˚⊹

⟢ english isn't my first language and this is my first time writing smut so i'm really nervous to post this //

⟢ bsf!chris x reader // having sex with your best friend //

⟢ ~ 1.1k words //

“you sure you're that quiet during sex?” chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren't sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn't such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

“well, i didn't just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-” you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. “like i dunno if the guys i've slept with just weren't good at it or if it's just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly.”

“wanna bet then?” chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

“bet? on what?” your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. “chris what do you mean?” you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

“let's have sex.” he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. “i mean it, let's have sex and the first one to make noise loses!” he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

“what?” you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. “you're not for real...” you trailed off when you realised that he wasn't backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn't he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

“chris- oh, ffuuuck!” you couldn't take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn't believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

“thaat's it, such a good girl.” chris drawled, grunting with each slam. “moan for me baby, louder.” he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

“sh-shit--shit! i'm gonna cum- i'm gonna... oh fuck!” you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris's breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. “fuuck, i'm s'close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

“well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet.” chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. “guess you weren't so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans.” he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. “what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?” you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

“nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again 'cause that was the best sex i've ever had and i don't think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again.” chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“you're crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can't deny how good that was.” your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

──── ⟢ @hearts4werka

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technitaur · 16 hours ago

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I wish that it was socially acceptable to outright say 'I wanted to reach out to see how you're doing, but just so you know, I don't want you back in my life.'

As interests and schedules and life in general grow and change, I've drifted in and out of friendship with so many people. With most people, there comes a time when I feel that we don't have a lot in common anymore and it's time to move on. But I can't just tell them that, because most people take it personally. They think that you don't like them as a person anymore.

But it's not that at all. It's not that I don't think they're a cool person, it's just that the time and energy required to keep our Venn diagrams overlapping has become too much. It's more 'work' than 'fun' at that point.

I wish that people didn't see it as a 'failed friendship' when they drift apart. I think there are a lot of people who spend a lot more time and energy than they need to keeping active friendships alive just out of a sense of duty to the concept of friendship. And I think that leads to resentment and frustration.

Unfortunately, often the only way to semi-gracefully end the active phase of a friendship is to just kind of start ghosting the person more and more often until it fades.

Or maybe I'm just really bad at friendships. I don't know. But I'm sure I can't be the only one who has had to do this.

A few times, I've tried reconnecting with old friends just to see how they're doing, and then all of a sudden they want to try to re-kindle the friendship back to what it was in its prime. They start making plans and wanting to do things with me.

And it's like, no, that's not what I came here for. We're too different now. Please don't try to force it - that will only end in frustration and disappointment.

I think a lot of old friendships would be better off if more people were content to just reminisce for an hour or two and then part again. Then we actually could tell each other all these little things we remember about each other, instead of having to permanently maintain a wary distance to avoid false hopes and letdowns.

Sometimes, I miss people that used to be in my life and feel the urge to reach out and tell them "hey I know we don't talk anymore but I still fold my sweater the way you taught me to". Not in a "I want you back in my life" way but more of a "my life has more colors now because of all the days we spent laughing together and I'm thankful for that".

#friendships #relationships #memories

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goldfades · 1 day ago

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imagining joe’s pregnant wife going feral every time she sees him like 😩 the hormones

Joe had no idea what hit him.

He’d heard stories—pregnancy hormones this, pregnancy cravings that—but nothing had truly prepared him for you.

You’d always been affectionate, always drawn to him like he was some kind of personal heater, but lately? Lately, it was something else entirely.

It wasn’t just affection. It was obsession.

And Joe, poor, unsuspecting Joe, was simply trying to go about his life while you were turning into a woman possessed.

The first time it really hit him, he was coming home from practice, sweaty and exhausted, already thinking about a shower and maybe passing out on the couch.

He barely made it through the front door before you pounced.

You were on him instantly, practically launching yourself into his arms, your hands everywhere—gripping his arms, sliding up his chest, pressing against his stomach.

“Sweetheart.” His voice came out half-laughing, half-breathless as he stumbled back against the door. “What—”

“You smell so good.”

Joe blinked. “I smell like practice.”

“Exactly.”

He barely had time to process that before you were burying your face in his chest, inhaling deep like he was some kind of five-star meal.

Joe went rigid. Because he was used to you being clingy—he loved when you were clingy—but this? This was different.

This was feral.

“Baby, I need a shower.”

You whined. Actually, whined.

Joe looked down at you, eyes wide. “What is happening right now?”

You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, slightly panicked. “I just—I need you.”

And oh.

Oh.

Joe felt that.

Because your voice was different—thicker, hazier, like you were drunk on him. And your hands? They weren’t stopping. You were touching him like you’d die if you weren’t.

And suddenly, the exhaustion in Joe’s bones didn’t seem so bad anymore.

From that moment on, all bets were off.

It wasn’t just once or twice. It was constant.

Joe could be doing literally anything, and there you were, staring at him like a starving woman. Brushing his teeth? You were watching in the mirror, biting your lip. Fixing something under the sink? You were ogling his back muscles like it was your full-time job.

Even when he was doing nothing, just sitting there, you’d sigh dreamily like he was some kind of Roman statue.

It didn’t help that Joe was, well… Joe.

Tall, broad, big hands, stupidly strong, and somehow, unfairly unaware of how hot he was.

Which made it so much worse.

Because every time he rolled his sleeves up or stretched or lifted literally anything, you felt like your entire existence was about to short-circuit.

It got so bad that Joe started noticing.

“Babe, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you asked, feigning innocence, even though you were very much not innocent.

Joe gave you a look. “Like you wanna eat me.”

You groaned dramatically, flopping onto the couch. “Because I do.”

Joe choked. “Jesus.”

But the thing was? Joe loved it.

He pretended to be exasperated, shaking his head every time you sighed dreamily at him, but you saw the way his lips twitched. The way his ears turned pink. The way his hands flexed a little harder when he caught you staring.

He thrived off of it.

And honestly? You didn’t even care.

Because you were pregnant. And hormonal. And feral.

And your husband? Your husband was just gonna have to deal with it.

Joe was dealing with it. He really was.

But it was getting to him.

At first, he thought it was cute. Funny, even. You staring at him like he was some kind of walking thirst trap, blushing every time he so much as breathed? Adorable.

But now? Now, it was a problem. Because it wasn’t just you.

It was him, too.

At first, he could play it off, act like he wasn’t affected. But the longer this went on, the harder it became to ignore the way your eyes devoured him or the way you got physically weak whenever he did literally anything remotely attractive.

Like that one time when he was just opening a jar.

A jar.

It wasn’t even a struggle for him. Just a simple twist, a quick pop of the lid, and suddenly, you were groaning.

Joe had barely handed you back the jar before you were fanning yourself.

“That was so hot.”

Joe had blinked. “Babe, I literally just—”

“You’re so strong.”

He’d stared at you, waiting for you to laugh and tell him you were messing with him, but no.

No, you were dead serious.

"Jesus Christ." Joe had muttered, shaking his head.

That wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst was the gray sweatpants incident.

Because oh, the gray sweatpants.

Joe had just come downstairs one morning, barely awake, rubbing at his face, unaware that he had just stepped into dangerous territory.

And you?

You had stopped dead in your tracks. Like, mid-step, frozen, unable to function.

Joe had looked up, confused, brow furrowed. “What?”

Nothing. You couldn’t even answer.

Your brain? Gone.

Because his thighs. Because his everything. Because how dare he?

Joe glanced down at himself, still completely oblivious. "Babe, what?"

You just shook your head, eyes wide, taking a deep breath. "You—"

"Me?"

"You’re wearing the gray ones."

Joe squinted. "The gray what?"

"Sweatpants, Joseph."

Realization dawned on his face, followed by the slowest, most smug smirk you’d ever seen.

Oh, he was going to be insufferable.

"You mean these?" He tugged at the waistband slightly, just to mess with you.

"Joe, I swear to—"

"You got a thing for these, huh?"

You whined. Actually whined.

Joe chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm pregnant, Joseph."

"Yeah, no kidding."

The thing was, Joe loved it.

He loved the way you were all over him. Loved the way you craved him. Loved that he could just exist and you’d be two seconds away from combusting.

And yet—yet, he was being good.

He was being so good.

Because no matter how much he wanted to give you what you wanted—what you so clearly needed—you were still pregnant. Still growing his baby.

Which meant he had to be careful. And that? That was pure torture.

Because every time he pulled you onto his lap, every time he kissed you slow and deep, every time he let his hands wander just a little too much, you made the sweetest, neediest little sounds that made it so, so hard to pull back.

But he did.

Because you came first.

And if that meant spending the next few months watching you suffer through your own thirst, then so be it.

Joe could handle it.

Probably.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow smut #joe burrow fan fic #joey b

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atlasyaps · 3 days ago

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Bllk Men as your ex (but they left their pet with you)

Pairings: Nagi, Isagi, Rin and Sae x reader (all separate)

Synopsis: After breaking up with them, you realise that they left their pet with you.

W.C: 900+

A/N: Not proofread im so sorry guys just wanted to see more bllk men with pets.

Nagi

-> Nagi didn’t really realise that he left his ragdoll cat in your house after you slammed the door on him in a fit of rage. Breaking up with him right after that. Your only reasoning was that he was lazy and didn’t provide for you (even if he did)

You were cooked. You knew you weren’t getting him back so you don’t, quietly suffering from your horrible mistake.

-> You finally believe people when they say that their pets resemble their owner because the white ragdoll cat is strikingly similar to his owner. Incredibly lazy. This cat is always dozing off and lazing around. With sighs and quiet complaints, you would still feed him as always.

“You look and act like your dad.” You mutter, scooping some wet food and dropping it into his bowl with a ‘plop!’. The cat looks at you with half-lidded eyes as he ponders on what you said. Meowing a thanks, he continues with his food.

-> You never expected Nagi to show up one day, his hands in his pockets and his hair tousled.

“Hey.” “Sup.” The interaction was awkward but Nagi’s cat refused to leave with him away from the comfort of your house, wailing and scratching until Nagi gives up with a sigh.

-> Since both of you care for the cat dearly, he ends up being the divorced child, Nagi visiting both you and him in his free time. (Which is rarely because of his tight schedule)

-> “Hey” “Come to visit your son?” “Our son.” Nagi corrects and you sigh, pointing to the cat tower and the fluffy lump called Nagi’s cat on it. The white haired boy nods and bounds over to the cat.

-> He soon comes into your house and sits you down, apologizing for his negligence and hoping for another chance.

“Promise you won’t be lazy around me anymore?” “I’ll try.”

Isagi

-> To be completely honest, you didn’t know why you broke up with Yoichi. Maybe it was because of your clashing schedules and his intensive soccer career. But it definitely wasn’t because of him, oh no, he was such a sweet boy and loving towards you.

-> In your fit of rage, you didn’t realise that he had left his dog with you. The shi tzu didn’t know what was happening before Isagi left, dozing on the dog bed in your room when you were yelling at Yoichi in the living room.

-> Now you have taken custody of his little canine, feeding it and taking it out for walks. You kept on feeling that sliver of guilt creep up your spine everytime you see the dog as he resembles his owner one to one.

-> You never wished to see Yoichi at the park you usually walked his dog at, said canine barking happily and running full speed at the blue eyed boy, Yoichi laughing and picking his pet up, letting the dog lick his cheek.

-> His eyes widen as you step into view, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“(Y/N).” “Yoichi.” “I’m sorr-” “Don’t” Yoichi stops you, bounding over to you and dropping his dog down to pull you into a soft embrace.

You instinctively melt into his touch, shaking as tears fall from his face. He comforts you with soft kisses to your face and his thumbs wipe away your salty tears.

“Can we try again?”

Rin

-> Rin didn’t announce his breakup with you, but he did stop visiting you and kept leaving your messages unread. So you really can’t blame yourself if you assumed that he didn’t want you around.

-> His cat was still in your apartment, gazing at you calmly with her emerald eyes. You sigh and slump on the sofa and the cat pads towards you and curls up on your lap. She purrs as you card your hand through its pitch black fur.

-> A notification on your phone snaps you out of your trance, the cat still not bothered as you lean to grab your phone, only to gasp at the message the glaring screen presented in front of you.

Rin: Be at your place in 5.

-> You really didn’t expect much as you stand in front of Rin, his green eyes carrying a glint of guilt and worry as you let him in, his cat meowing a greeting.

-> Rin and you sit on your couch as you nurse a cup of tea in your hands as he whispers apologies and wishes for a restart, making your hands tremble.

Sae

-> Sae didn’t look like an animal person, so it was expected that you were shocked to see a snake perched on your desk. You had recently broken up with Sae, the slander, humiliation and horrible comments his fans have been giving you too much to handle.

-> The snake soon became your only friend, you didn’t mind it’s constant need for rats and other meat. It was silent and kind of small, making you relieved to know that it was fairly easy to maintain.

-> The snake had it’s owner’s pink hair in its eyes and you have a broken smile everytime it looks at you with its beady eyes.

-> You expected for Sae to come back to retrieve his scaly pet, but what he did was beyond what you imagined and anticipated.

“Was it anything I said or did?” Sae asks softly, his hands resting on yours. The snake was back into its enclosure and was completely unaware of the happenings outside.

You calmly explain that his fans were harassing and mocking you and you see his jaw clench as he curses under his breath. Muttering apologies as he typed something into his phone.

“Don’t worry, they won’t bother you anymore sweetheart.” Sae says, pressing his lips on your hand.

#blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x male reader #blue lock x you #atlas'literature #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #nagi x reader #rin x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi

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gojoidyll · 2 days ago

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MYDEI GETS ANGRY AT YOU, or when Mydei says something to you that's hurtful when all you're trying to do is show that you care.

angst, mydei x fem!reader, arguments, mydei is kind of mean here, fluff at the end, etc.

“I- I’m sorry Mydei, I really didn’t mean anything wrong by-“

He silenced you by taking a step forward, that lone action striking fear in you as you took a step back, the back your thighs hitting the bed as you lost your balance and ended up falling into the mattress, but you were quick to sit up as Mydei looked down at you.

“You’re always sorry,” he bit, “but you don’t understand at all. You do not understand the choices I have to make or the responsibilities that I bear, and yet you preach about how I need rest or need to take a break when you don’t even know what I do to keep you and everyone else safe,” he snapped at you, barred his teeth, lashed out.

You knew he was stressed, and all you wanted to do was to help…

“I- I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out as tears began to bubble up at the corners of your eyes before cascading down your cheeks. Your lips doing that quivering thing they always do when you start to cry ugly tears.

“Tch, and now you’re crying,” he turned away from you, “if you stopped nagging at me and stopped being so damn clingy and acting like you know what’s best for me then you wouldn’t be crying so damn much.”

He went to leave and you called after him, asking him where he was going.

“Out, your crying is annoying. I need some peace and quiet since you talk so much.”

You bit back anything you had left in your mouth in fear that he would turn around and have even more to share with you. And when you couldn’t hear his footsteps echoing any longer and even a loud slam of a door, you fell back into the bed, your tears coming out faster and harder than before.

When you see him again, you’ll apologize. You didn’t want him to be angry at you for long.

You curled up on his side of the bed, your hands reaching for the covers as you pulled them over you in a mock embrace. You sniffled as you closed your eyes in hopes that sleep could put your mind at ease…

Meanwhile, Mydei was taking his frustration out on multiple training dummys which didn’t go unnoticed by a certain deliverer.

“Don’t you think they had enough,” Phainon mused as he watched Mydei hack yet another head off. The straw made head falling a little away from them due to how much force Mydei had used to cut it off.

“Not now deliverer. I’m not in the mood.”

Phainon watched as Mydei cut off another dummy’s head, his eyes scanning the man carefully – he observed Mydei’s body language, saw how his fist would punch a hole into a dummy’s stomach straight through before moving onto the next. Only one person could get Mydei so worked up.

“Did you fight with your wife again?”

Phainon had to hold back a laugh at the way Mydei so visibly tensed. It was just too easy to read the kremnoan man.

“Well,” Phainon pressed, “you should make up with her soon, fighting with her will do you no good.”

Mydei unclenched his fists before sighing heavily, “I do not believe she wishes to see me.”

“Why is that?”

Mydei glanced to Phainon and weighed his options, but decided to talk to the man anyway as he was … the closest person he could talk to about this. So he recounted the argument with Phainon, and much to his displeasure, by just looking at Phainon’s face he could see just how much he messed up.

“Friend, I am going to say this as kindly as possible… you messed up.”

“Tch,” Mydei crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away, “I already know that.”

Phainon sighed, “how long has it been since the argument?”

“This morning.”

It was already well passed noon.

Phainon shook his head as he gestured to the exit of the training grounds, “you better hurry on back to her.”

Mydei didn’t even need anymore convincing as he rushed home. Many in the streets wondered what at the kremnoan prince in such a rush, but he paid them no mind as he ran home to you.

Bursting through the doors, he went into each room he came across, but you were nowhere in sight. It wasn’t until he reached your shared room did he find you under the covers and curled up on his side of the bed, right where he had left you. Were you waiting for him to come back?

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he went up to you and kneeled beside the bed. He reached for your face as he brushed the stray hair from your face, your eyes were puffy and cheeks dried with tears. Regret was filled inside of him.

“Y/n,” he called for your gently as he ran his fingers along your cheek, the cool metal of his gloves waking you up as you groggily opened your eyes.

“Mydei?”

When you saw his face, your eyes were immediately started to fill with tears again, he was quick to wrap you up in a hug as he pulled you close into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he tried not to strain those words as he apologized, tried to even make it sound soothing as he held you, “please do not cry. I was a cruel man with what I said to you, all because you were worrying about my well-being.”

You sat up a little and wrapped your arms around his waist, “I’m sorry too,” you said quietly, “I knew you were stressed and tried to help instead of giving you space.”

Mydei shook his head, “I don’t ever want you to give me space. I should have listened to you, please forgive me.”

He knew words alone would not fix what he had said and done. He knew that he scared you today, he could see it in your eyes earlier that morning when you were trying to back away from him. You were … afraid … of him.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

#hsr #honkai star rail #mydei #hsr mydei #mydei hsr #mydei x reader #mydei x you #mydei x y/n

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potterhead0taku · 3 days ago

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Alright I need help my thoughts just took a REALLY WEIRD TURN.

So for context, I’m a native Spanish speaker (proud mexican right here) so the original post being in spanish got me thinking about rock bands and music in spanish

And by rock in spanish I mean bands like Maná, Soda Stereo, Hombres G, Café Tacvba, y’know just classics (or maybe you don’t know, I’ll leave some links at the end if you guys are curious).

So there I was, vibing and having a laugh picturing Tim and Kon playing “Las Piedras Rodantes” ‘cause they’re teens and sappy in my head, when all of a sudden it wasn’t “El Tri” music playing anymore.

It was Jazz. Spanish Jazz of course, and out of all the songs it had to be “Alguien como tú”. And guys that was a rabbit hole I WAS NOT READY to get into. It got me balling, just crying my eyes out and not caring if my neighbors heard me.

Why did I have such a reaction, you ask?? (Other than being a very dramatic person) The reason is simple, and can be found in the lyrics of the previous song:

Tú te vas (You leave)

No volverás (You’re not coming back)

¿Y yo que haré? (What am I going to do?)

No moriré (I won’t die)

AND THAT’S JUST THE FIRST FOUR VERSES OF THE SONG.

I don’t know if your heads took the same wild jump mine did, but I immediately remembered that time Kon died and Tim went off the rails for a while…

Anyways song goes on:

¿De casualidad será que tú conocerás (Do you perhaps happen to know)

Alguien con tu cara linda y tu personalidad? (Someone with your pretty face, and your personality?)

Que le guste el cine y los libros que lees tú (Someone who likes the movies and the books you read)

Que sea independiente y tan inteligente como tú (Someone independent and intelligent like you)

Que sea franca y que su pelo huela a tu champú (Someone honest and whose hairs smells your shampoo)

Pues si no puedo estar contigo quiero estar con alguien como (Because if I can’t be with you I want to be with someone like you)

You see where I’m going with this, don’t you??

Oh god I was so happy before, picturing Tim and Kon having fun playing some spanish rock and then there was that song and Tim was falling apart after Kon’s death and trying to make a clone of him because he missed Kon so much and no one was like him and-

Yeah. Apparently I can’t have a fun lighthearted thought about a head canon without finding some way to make it angst. Good job brain.

Anyways, about the bands I mentioned at the begging and the songs Tim and Kon were playing in my head:

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Also I’m pretty sure this is the song that the lyrics on the fanart came from:

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De aquel amor de música ligera

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shikaizer · 2 days ago

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IN FOR IT. P.B X READER

summary : you have been eyeing your brothers bestfriend, Paige Bueckers, even so she hates you with all her guts and has no zero plan on hiding it you wanted to know how the overwhelming needs unfold between the two of you.

warning : degration, cussing, weed, drgs, alcohol, high, suggestive.

a/n : i decided to make this a fic and not a series anymore

Paige was your brothers bestfriend. always hanging out whenever the chance she gets, they either play some shit ass game or play basketball in your small court, but they always end up in the living room hands on console.

You really never had any issue with her being always around, but you had no choice but to be, if your minding your business she would just pick on every SINGLE thing that you do, if you would dip in on whatever thing they're so busy at, she would tell you to fucking leave AT YOUR OWN HOUSE.

Her specific behaviour that is obviously directed at you is so weird and confusing meanwhile with others shes so nice and all fluffy.

but when it comes to you, she gets all fused up and annoyed, even when a small single sight of strand of your hair just triggers a eye roll and a curse under her breath.

your brother on the other side was a coward, he hated the fact paige hates you aside, from him idolizing the damn girl so much he never thought of your feelings, but he always reminds you that you should never get close to paige, maybe, it all started when paige joked on 'fucking you all her strength' and this enraged you brother.

after that, he made sure that you never show up with anything short when paige is around.

Its one of these days again where your at your own living room and paige just barge in without your brother in sight.

once she saw you sitting down licking a popsicle in a suggestive way, she raised her eyebrows."what are you even doing here?" paige rolled her eyes as she starts making her way to the couch as if wanting you to fucking leave."because this is my house?" you asked as if she was stupid, and she scoffed.

"go to your room or something" she shrugged placing her hands on her hips as if she had just offered her own home to you."wow so thoughtful paige."

a mocking grin is plastered on your face, her eyes is scanning your figure up and down swallowing a lump on her throat."what are you even doing here so early? my brothers not even here yet."

you stated annoyed as your arms is now crossed, she rolled her eyes again and took a last glance at a certain area and looked away.

"what are you wearing?" her voice became more quieter and you shooked your head down and back at her "clothes?" you response playfully but she wasn't fazed.

all your wearing is a oversized t shirt and that was all actually, but in your defense you thought your were home alone, but paige just popped up

"you know that all of us are basically hitting your brother's house tonight right?" she asked as if shes taking authority on what you should wear and you scoffed.

"whatever." you put out your tounge and walked away leaving her in the living room. "hey wait." paige got your hand pulling you to her leaving a small distance between you.

"you gon join us later?" you raised your eyebrows unable to confirm what she meant and you remembered the party your brother is going to throw later. "yeah.. i wouldn't if my ass brother wont suck me through'' a light chuckle left her lips but quickly dropped her face as she didn't wanna show any amusement right now.

"bet you'd flirt with all of the guys later" she cocked her head and you start to feel annoyed and the way shes viewing you as a somewhat whore. "fuck you paige" you muttured and she clicked her tounge shaking her head walking closer to you something in her eyes thats making you feel sense something.

"what?" confused by the sudden closeness chest pressed together her hand starts to caress the side of your hips feeling the hem of your panties while your shirt slightly raised.

"i mean, looking like a total slut right now? bet your feeling itchy at this moment" she gave a cocky grin and you are quick to swat your palm across her face.

she hissed under her breath and was quick to laugh hiding the fact that your hand hit her whole cheeks. "shit such a heavy hand." she tilt her head to meet your eye and you rolled your eyes.

finally breaking the tension, your stupid brother swing open the door with a few friends who had a plastic bag in their hand, you groaned and gave paige a one last look before heading to your room.

The party was full of thrill, you meant it, thrill. the house was basically full of weeds, and white powders, lots of wasted outside your house, and the blasting music that makes your heart sync in the beat.

your head is resting on the back of the couch, you cant lie, but your totally wasted, but your still good enough to think straight, its just that your head feels like its spinning, but you defienately are in the right mind.

you grunted when you felt a arm stretch along the back of the couch. "wasted already?" you recognized the shitty chuckle and you rather be high right now than deal with her. "you good?" she ask more like a cocky way and you scoffed. "do i look like im fucking okay? please just fuck off" you snapped and she shrugged.

"why would i? this is a party after all im free to do whatever—" paige stated making it seem like your the stupid one and shes the brainy one.

"kay— whatever, just go fuck some random chicks there or what" squeezing your eyes shut pinching your temple and you feel her warmness radiating on your body.

"found one actually" she confidentally said and you fall out a quick baffled smile. "seriously, this one's pretty high though" she caressed your thighs and you shot your eyes open looking up at her, both your eyes meeting and you felt your cheeks heat up.

you laughed it off and shaked your head. "bet you dont even know how to fuck "

"oh you think so?" she raised her eyebrows leaning closer to you, now that you realized viewing a closer look on her face, she was pretty drunk, cheeks heated up, eyes slightly droopy and the way her body language gets suggestive.

"i know so." you spat and she nodded lips curling higher. "let me show you again then."

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prettygirl-gabi · 9 hours ago

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Title: Right Person, Wrong Time

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball, cheer (UConn/USC AU)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x cheerleader!Reader

Rating: Teen (mild language and suggestive themes)

Summary: she was always the right person for you, just needed to let go of a bad one first…

🏷️: @yailtsv , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld

If there’s one thing I learned from being with Paige Bueckers, it’s that love doesn’t always disappear when things end. Sometimes, it lingers in the background, quietly existing while life pushes you in different directions.

We broke up nearly two years ago, right before college decisions dropped. Me, heading to USC for biology and cheer, and Paige, committed to UConn to chase her basketball dreams. We ended on good terms—mutual understanding, love still present, but timing? Off. And somehow, I never fully left her life.

Her little brother, Drew, still FaceTimes me to play Fortnite. Her dad still invites me on family vacations. And Paige? Well, she’s still… Paige. Calm, collected, and forever nonchalant, making it impossible for anyone to read her. Including my girlfriend, Taylor, who despises the fact that I’m still so intertwined with my ex and her family.

I get it. I’d be insecure too if the person I loved was best friends with their ex. But what Taylor doesn’t get is… Paige and I? We let go of the relationship, but never the bond.

⸻

“Yo, you ready for lab?” Paige’s voice echoes through my phone as I scramble to grab my lab notebook.

“Not really,” I sigh, balancing my phone against my mirror as I tie my hair up. “I was up all night studying. Professor Kim is gonna eat me alive if I mess up this dissection.”

Paige laughs, that soft chuckle that used to be my favorite sound. “You got this, bio nerd. Plus, March Madness is coming up, so you’ll need to be focused when you fly out here to see me kill it in the tourney.”

I grin. “As if I’d miss it.”

Before Paige can respond, Taylor storms into my dorm, eyes glued to her phone.

“Are you serious right now?” she snaps, shoving her screen in my face.

I squint, realizing it’s Paige’s latest Instagram story. A memory from when Drew and I were half-asleep in Paige’s dorm, watching Fast and Furious while Drew practically used me as a body pillow. The caption? “We need to run the late-night movie and cuddle sesh back.” And yes, Paige tagged me. And I reposted it to my story with a simple emoji “😊”

I internally sigh.

“Taylor, it’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep? Your ex is literally reminiscing about cuddling with you. Do you even respect me?”

Before I can speak, Paige’s calm voice cuts through the tension.

“She’s over me, Taylor. You’re the only one making this weird.”

Taylor glares at the phone. “Stay out of this, Bueckers.”

Paige chuckles, completely unfazed. “Gladly. Good luck with your dissection, baby girl.”

She ends the call, leaving me standing there with Taylor fuming.

⸻

I thought that argument would be the end of it. But when Paige’s dad invited me on their family trip to Cabo, I accepted without hesitation.

Taylor was pissed, of course. But something inside me… I needed this break. From her. From the constant accusations. From pretending that Paige wasn’t still my comfort, even if it wasn’t romantic anymore.

Or at least, that’s what I thought.

⸻

“Yo, Y/N, you ready for movie night or what?” Drew grins, tugging on my arm as we head to Paige’s room in the vacation house.

“You sure your sister won’t get annoyed with us taking over her bed again?” I tease.

Drew smirks. “Paige loves it. Trust me.”

We settle into the same spots as four years ago, Fast and Furious playing in the background. Drew’s head rests on my stomach as he slowly drifts off, mumbling sleepily, “I love you and Paige. You two belong together.”

Paige glances at me from the other side of the bed, her expression unreadable. But in that moment, I feel it. That pull. That connection we never really lost.

I don’t fight it.

⸻

When I get back to LA, something feels… off.

Taylor’s been acting strange, barely texting back. My gut tells me something’s wrong. So, I do what any girl with trust issues would do — I show up to her apartment unannounced.

And of course, I catch her. With her “best friend,” the same girl she told me not to worry about.

I don’t even feel heartbroken. Just… done.

I leave without saying a word, texting Paige immediately.

“Pack a bag. I need you in LA.”

⸻

Paige arrives the next day, rocking her UConn hoodie and slides like she owns the place. We hit a party that night with my cheer team, and the moment I spot Taylor across the room, her eyes widen in shock.

Paige smirks. “Time to remind her who you really belong to.”

Before I can process it, Paige’s lips are on mine. Slow. Familiar. And the moment our lips part, I turn to Taylor, who’s practically burning holes through me with her stare.

“Oh,” I say with a sarcastic smile. “By the way… I knew you were cheating this whole time. I just wanted to see how long you’d keep pretending.”

The whole party erupts in “OHHHHHS” as Taylor storms out in embarrassment.

Paige? She just pulls me closer, whispering, “Took you long enough to come back to me.”

⸻

That night, Paige and I are back in my dorm, tangled up in my bed like we never lost time.

“I missed this,” I admit, tracing her jaw with my fingertips.

“Me too,” she murmurs. “You were always my girl, Y/N. We just… needed the universe to catch up.”

And finally, it did.

⸻

Two months later, I’m sitting courtside at March Madness, rocking my custom “Bueckers’ Biggest Fan” hoodie, while Drew sits beside me, proudly holding a sign that says, “No I’m Bueckers Biggest Fan.”

Some things are just meant to be.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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nickfowlerrr · 2 days ago

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something good and true - part 4

series masterlist

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut. oral (f and m receiving). spitting. mention of spanking. unprotected sex. pet names (doll, sweetheart, baby). fluff.

words: 7.5k

notes: last part! thank you for reading this little series, i hope you’ve enjoyed it. please let me know your thoughts! as always, comments reblogs and feedback are more than welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

It’s been a few weeks now since you and Bucky first kissed; dinners, dates, and late night calls marking the passing of time.

Not much has changed in terms of your physical connection, but it seems like every time you see Bucky, you get closer and closer to doing more than just kissing.

The more comfortable you’ve gotten around him, the more comfortable he’s gotten at letting his hands wander you. All over you.

It was just the other night that Bucky came over to your place, actually going inside for the first time. He had picked you up from work, and when you asked if he wanted to come in for a minute, he readily agreed.

He looked a bit out of place as he sat on the couch in your living room, his expensive suit really standing out against the well loved furniture and cheap throw draped on the back of it. You suddenly felt a little self conscious at the lack of anything truly nice in your home… Bucky’s home was incredible, full of the nicest decor and furniture you’d seen outside of a magazine or movie. You wondered what he thought about the place. It was silly, you knew he wasn’t judging you, he hadn’t before. But still, a small part of you couldn’t help but compare the obvious differences between the two of you. That was, until he looked over at you standing still a bit away with a glass in hand for him and smiled that crooked smile of his.

“You gonna stand there all night, doll?”

You blinked and took a breath, letting out a titter as you walked over to him.

“Sorry, got distracted,” you admitted.

“Me and my good looks distracting you, sweetheart?” he teased as you sat next to him, taking the glass in his right hand and sliding his left arm to rest on the back of the couch, behind you.

“Just a bit,” you simpered, looking into his bright eyes as you let yourself get closer to him, all previous self consciousness gone. He placed his glass on the table next to him as he turned even further toward you.

“You distract me, too,” he spoke, his voice low, his timbre sending a warm thrill through you as he held your gaze. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you during my meeting tonight. Dangerous territory I’m getting lost in here,” his hand found its way to your thigh as he spoke, and you didn’t realize he was leaning into you until his left hand left the couch and came to hold your head, keeping you in place as he inched closer.

“Dangerous?”, you breathed, “that’s what everyone says about you.” His nose brushed against yours, your lips mere inches apart as you spoke.

“That scare you?” he drawled.

“No. Well…Not anymore. Not now that I know you,” you take a stuttering breath as your lips graze his, “I trust you.”

Something flashed in his eyes at your admission, a fondness, a bit of ease, maybe. And undeniably, awe.

It wasn’t a second later that he urged closer and his lips slotted against your own, sparks seeming to ignite under his touch. The way they always did. You kissed him back, just as softly, while letting him lead. You liked it that way.

He parted first, his words sending those warm fuzzies aglow in your chest and belly as he spoke.

“Good,” he met your eye, “You know you never have to be scared of me, right? You never had to be.”

Your breath stilled as you listened to him, your heart seized in your chest. Your soft lips were parted as you peered into his crystal blue eyes, wanting - needing him to continue.

He half smiled as he held your gaze in turn, a soft laugh leaving his lips, the warm, honey like sound causing you to lean into him without even noticing. “I didn't want to admit it then, but I was gone for you the moment I laid eyes on you, doll. I couldn’t even pinpoint what it was about you if I tried, I just saw you and…” he trailed off.

Your eyes were glued to him as you listened and studied him as intently as ever. The sincerity in his voice, in his gaze, in his touch as he gently brushed your cheek, it was undeniable.

You watched as something seemed to click and become clear in his head and his next words came out like it was the easiest, most obvious thing in the world.

“It was you.”

His voice was softer, but lower, too and it sent a shiver you couldn’t hide, but weren’t embarrassed of, through you.

Bucky leaned in again, pressing his lips once more to yours and kissing you so gently you could have melted right into him. Instead, though, you found yourself leaning back and back and back as he guided you down on the cushions, his body following yours. He pulled away for just a moment as he moved around, taking off his jacket before pulling your legs up so you were now lying on the couch beneath his strong body.

Again, you were momentarily distracted by the stark differences between you two. He was strong, burly, muscular - his biceps were well on display, tight against the sleeves of his shirt as he held himself above you, seemingly checking in with you to make sure what he was doing was okay before he carried on, whereas you were soft, and fleshy, and thick in places you’d always been a bit self conscious of.

Bucky had one hand cradling your head as he let his other wander the curves of your body. He was straddling you, keeping himself above you as he kissed you deeply. As if he could hear your thoughts, he said exactly what you needed to hear to get those pointless worries out of your head.

His hand felt down your waist to your hip where he held you, squeezing the soft flesh there in his big hand, the low groan that left him sending a thrill through you. “You’re so fuckin soft,” he said against your lips, voice thick with admiration and desire as you nearly whimpered into his kiss, one of your hands going to his hair as you held him to you.

As you kissed him back with growing heat, you felt his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips and readily let him in. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you really couldn’t help but moan at feeling.

You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, the slick between your legs growing as you tried hard to not writhe underneath him, pushing your thick thighs as close together as possible to try and quell the neediness he was stoking in you.

He broke the kiss and the darkened blue of his eyes danced with a want you were sure matched your own.

You managed to scoot yourself up some, hoping the way you squeezed your legs together wasn’t too obvious as you waited for his next move.

Him leaning back and climbing off the couch was not what you had anticipated, but it was indeed what happened, much to your disappointment.

You watched as he stood and ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing the fallen strands away from his face and only noticed the growing erection pressing against his pants when he moved to discreetly adjust himself.

You felt your face burn at the realization that you were doing to him exactly what he was doing to you. It was good to know you weren’t the only one feeling so worked up after just a little make out session. It normally took quite a bit more to get you feeling like that, but god with Bucky it seemed like all he had to do was look at you a certain way and you were flustered and tingling for him.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he apologized as he turned away to adjust himself before turning back to face you. “I shouldn’t have tried to start something I know I can’t finish.”

You were sure the confusion was clear on your face as you pushed yourself to fully sit up, sliding your legs off the couch to be seated once more.

He reached a hand out for you to grab and when you did, he pulled you up and straight to him, eliciting a gasp from you as he held you against him. You could feel the shape of his hard cock pressing against your soft belly as he did and it sent a whole new wave of arousal through you. God, you could’ve actually whimpered at the feeling.

His arms circled your waist and his hands settled perfectly on your ass as he looked at you.

“Because the first time I get you undressed and under me, I plan on keeping you there all night,” he said with a light squeeze of your bottom that had you pressing yourself further against him. And it was like your mouth was moving before you even registered your own words and could stop yourself…

“Hopefully not just under you all night,” you replied, your voice heavy and heady with want as your hands roamed his thick torso. You were staring into his beautifully darkened eyes as you continued in a sultry whisper you don’t think you’d ever heard from yourself before, “because I like to imagine you taking me from behind.”

You blinked up at him and the hunger in his eyes made your insides twist, and the low, throaty sound like a growl that escaped him at your confession had his hands squeezing you tighter against him and your pussy fluttering.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna take you any way you’ll let me.”

“I’d let you take me any way you like,” you responded dutifully - and god, did you mean it.

You’ve never spoken so dirty to anyone you weren’t actively in bed with before but this was just coming out of you, you weren’t putting much of any thought or effort into your words, just saying what was coming so easily.

And it was all his doing.

He raised a hand to hold your face in his palm, his fingers spread across your soft skin as he did.

“Call me crazy but somehow I just knew you’d be my perfect fit,” he smirked, “all soft and sweet at a glance, but you got a dirty little mouth on you, don’t you doll?”

“I’d be happy to show you just how dirty if you’d like,” you teased, running a hand up and down his strong arm holding you, the other still on his chest.

God, had you actually just said that? You’d never once enjoyed giving head, but the thought of sinking down on your knees before Bucky and taking him in your mouth, feeling the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue, pleasing him, making him come undone, fuck, you felt yourself getting wet at the thought. What the hell had gotten into you!

You seemed to snap yourself straight and released a heavy breath, pushing just a bit away from him. “God, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m- ugh,” you sighed, growing a bit agitated at yourself and the desperate need for this man that won’t stop burning in you. “You should probably go, I’m liable to jump on you any second now.” He laughed a beautiful sound and you chanced a glance at him as you continued, “You’re kinda driving me crazy, here, Bucky,” you breathed a self-deprecating smile, “I’m not usually like this…”

“No, I like it. It’s nice to know you want me as much as I want you... And fuck, do I want you.”

You were so mesmerized by his heavy gaze you were a little surprised when his lips met yours once more. Your moan emboldened him further as he deepened the kiss, lips molding against one another before his phone ringing pulled him away.

He didn’t bother to check who it was calling, it seemed he already knew. “Come over tomorrow?”, he asked.

“I can’t,” you replied, not bothering to hide your disappointment. “I’m having family dinner with my parents. Day after?”

“I’ll pick you up,” he agreed with another kiss, one much lighter. “These fuckin’ late night meetings,” he groaned against your lips. “Gonna have to get these guys on a new schedule.”

You smiled into his soft kiss, “Okay, go,” you told him.

“‘M goin’,” he assured you with another kiss. Then another. And another. You could feel yourself getting lost in him again.

“Go,” you urged him to the door with a titter. “You’re gonna get Steve banging on my door again,” you laugh at the memory of a similar makeout session last week that had Bucky off schedule and his right hand man scowling at your door.

You got his discarded jacket, handed it to him, and then smoothed it out for him when he had put it on.

“Not worried about it,” he said, “they’d wait all night for five seconds of my time.”

His surety and confidence in that fact did something to you. And it served as a reminder; you weren’t dealing with just any guy here. You were with James Bucky Barnes. And you knew what he said was true because you knew you’d wait all night for him, too. Then your heart fluttered in your chest because you also knew that, despite the fact that he very well could, he’d never keep you waiting.

“Hi,” you murmured under his heated gaze as he took your hand. You tried to bite your cheek to keep your smile from taking over your face at his reaction. His eyes drank you in and you don’t think he even realized he did it as his hands settled on your hips almost instinctively while he held you in place for a moment, gaze roving up and down your dress clad figure. With anyone else you’d probably have feared you were doing a little too much for dinner at home, but not with Bucky. He was dressed as nicely as ever and for once you felt you looked like you belonged on his arm. Your hair looked great and your makeup was near flawless, and though he couldn’t see it just yet, the lingerie you were wearing underneath this dress accentuated your curves in the best way. This is probably the longest you’ve gone seeing someone without sleeping with them, and though you’re grateful that Bucky has been nothing if not a gentleman this entire time, not pressuring you to go further even once, you’re more than ready for all of the next steps now.

You could still feel the heavy weight of his gaze on you as you turned to face your front door and lock it, his hands still on your hips. Not that you disliked it. You didn’t spend the better half of the day getting ready to not get a reaction from him. And you were quite enjoying the one he was giving you.

As you turned back to him, it was less than a second before his lips were on yours. He was kissing you so sweetly but you could both feel the undercurrent of desire coursing beneath it.

“Beautiful as ever,” he said in a low whisper when he pulled away.

You smiled as you met his eye before he took your hand again, leading you to his car.

His hand was warm on your thigh and the entire drive all you could think about was him sliding his touch higher and higher… He didn’t, gentleman he was, but his soft squeezes every so often let you know he was thinking the same thoughts you were. You had to stifle a laugh and a grin at the heavy, throaty breath he released when you spread your legs a little further for his touch. He had instinctively inched his hand higher before stopping himself and squeezing your soft flesh a bit more harshly.

You were tempted to take his hand in yours and move it to where you both wanted it yourself, but he was already pulling into the winding driveway of his home when the vision flashed through your mind. You sighed to yourself, you could be patient. Neither of you had said it aloud, but you both knew tonight was going to be the night.

He helped you out of the car, your heels clacking softly on the ground as you followed him inside.

The lack of any noise and aroma coming from the kitchen piqued your curiosity as you passed and Bucky shortly after supplied you with an explanation.

“The chef will start dinner in an hour or so, but have you eaten, do you want anything?”

“No, I’m okay,” you reassured him.

He had stopped walking and turned to face you, both of you standing there in the quiet just gazing at one another for a long second until you took a step closer to him and continued.

“Bucky,” you hedged.

“Yes?”

You looked at him through your painted lashes. “There was one room you didn’t show me the last time I was here… I was wondering if I could see it now.”

He closed the short distance between you, pulling you against his burly body, his hands smoothing up your waist and rib cage, his thumbs stopping just under your breasts before sliding his touch back down to your hips. He clearly understood your meaning right away.

“Like I could ever say no to that face.”

You are caught completely off guard as he easily lifts you off your feet, a yelp escaping you at the sudden movement. Bucky just chuckled and though you can’t say you’ve ever been carried or even momentarily taken off your feet by a man before, you instinctively hold onto him as he walks you down the lone hallway he hadn’t taken you down before. You’re amazed at how effortless it seems to be for him, though by his beefy, muscular frame, you’re not sure why you’re so surprised. He probably benches your weight and then some.

Bucky walks you into the room and your eyes are all over the place as he sets you down to sit on the edge of his king bed.

The room is huge. Like, the entirety of the floor plan of your house, huge.

He practically has an entire living room in his bedroom and you sit in a stupor at the sight. You almost can’t believe this is actually real. There’s a fireplace at the end of the room, a television on the wall above it and a small couch across from it. An in wall bookcase is nestled in the corner by the window, a little nook there to sit and read.

A leather bound journal sits on the small table before the couch and the chair beside it, an errant pen that looks like it rolled away from its spot on the journal sits just next to it. There’s an ornate rug underneath the furniture atop the shiny wooden flooring, and an area rug beneath the bed too. As you sit on the bed, facing the door to the room that you just came in from, there’s another door to your left. It’s slightly a jar and you can see just from a glance that it’s the bathroom. You turn to look behind you and find another door you assume leads to the closet and another huge window that is covered by thick curtains. The room is warmly lit and the plush duvet under your fingers is insanely soft.

It’s not until you look at Bucky that you find him already staring at you. You smile sheepishly.

“This is really nice,” you compliment lamely.

“It is,” he agrees. But with the way he’s gazing at you perched comfortably on his bed, you get the feeling he’s referring to something else.

You feel your skin burn as your thoughts take off. He likes having you in his room. He likes having you on his bed. You wonder what he’s thinking about you doing on his bed… God, you are a long way from your teenage years, yet he’s got you here feeling like a high schooler all over again. Though really, you don’t think you’ve ever felt like this with anyone, at any point.

Your thought is quickly forgotten as Bucky now stands before you, you spread your legs without thinking as he settles between them, taking your face gently in his hands as he admires you.

He bends down to kiss you, your lashes fluttering shut at his touch.

He chuckles as you shimmy and lean back, the lapels of his jacket in your hands as you urge him down with you. You like the feeling of him on top of you. His heat radiates through the clothes and you feel more secure in this moment than you ever have before. There isn’t a single worry in your head, there isn’t anything at all except for you and Bucky.

You blindly move around and Bucky helps reposition you as he smiles against your lips until you finally feel your head laying on a pillow. You blink your eyes open as he pulls away and you watch as he moves down your body, hands trailing slowly until he reaches your shoes. He gently slips your heels off your feet and lets them fall on the other side of the bed. His warm palms slide up your calves, goosebumps raising in his wake as he feels the softness of your legs. Just when you think he’s about to raise your dress up your thighs, he is gone again, sitting back and removing his own shoes. You can’t help but smile at the sight as you sit up on your elbows to watch him. A thrilling anticipation shoots through you as he then slips off his jacket before turning back to face you.

You find yourself in a very familiar situation as he moves up your body, hovering over you. This time though, you have parted your legs for him and he slots himself between your plush thighs - your dress now barely covering your bottom as it’s rolled up.

It’s quiet and still for a moment as Bucky looks down at you like you’re a gift from God himself. His hands are teasingly slow as he wanders your curves, determined to commit every one to his memory lest you disappear right before him as suddenly as you appeared and took over his world.

His hand cradles your cheek and he allows his lips to brush yours, a devastating tingle spreading through you at the simple but intimate touching. You shudder a breath beneath him and then he’s kissing you again. His lips are fervent against your own, then he’s leading the delicate dancing of your tongues as you allow him to slip past your lips. You can feel him as he presses against you, his erection growing and stiff against your center. You moan as he mindlessly rolls his hips into yours and you decide you can’t take the waiting much longer.

You allow your hands to slip down your bodies until you reach the waistband of his pants, tugging at them before trying to fumble with the zip. He groans against you as you try to raise your hips up, searching for more of him.

He pulls away and breathes a husky breath, “You sure you wanna do this now?”

His darkened blue eyes are intent on yours as he waits for your answer, watching for any unspoken thought from you to be revealed in your heady gaze.

“I’m sure,” you say with zero hesitation, “...are you?”

His lips crash against yours hotly before he responds.

“Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

He pulls away to get his pants off and rids himself of his shirt soon after while you work your way out of your dress.

He is left in tight gray boxers as you lay before him in only your deep purple lace lingerie.

You can see the way he breathes a little heavier as his eyes darken even more while he takes in your visage and form. “You’re a dream,” he says more to himself than to you as he tentatively reaches out to touch you; it’s different feeling you up over clothes, now he gets to really touch you, to feel your soft skin against his rough hands, the chills that overtake you under his touch…

He starts at your shoulders, fingers roaming under the straps of your bra, down to your chest. He lets his fingers drag over your breasts, playing with your pert nipples for just a second through the lace before he continues down. He then spreads his palms out as he smooths down your ribs, squeezing the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on the top of your wide set hips before he slides down even more to hold them tight. His fingers find the waistband of your bottoms and he looks into your eyes just as he’s about to slide them down. It takes you a second to realize he’s waiting for your go ahead but when you do, you nod - your desire palpable as you watch him. The beginnings of a smirk pull at his lips as he slowly, purposefully slowly, drags the purple lace down your thick thighs, his lips ghosting the material as he kisses lightly all the way down your legs until he discards them with the rest of your clothes.

You’ve closed your thighs in his descent and as he moves to work his way back up, he urges you to spread them for him once again. It’s a soft push and then his hands are sliding up between your thighs while you let them fall open for him as he makes sure to feel every inch of your softness.

Your breath catches as he gets closer and closer to where you want him until his arms slide up under your thighs as he brings you to him. With one hand, he grabs a pillow beside you and instructs you to raise up for him as he places it under your hips, leaving you exactly where he wants you as you follow his words.

His warm palms slide up the sides of your thighs until he’s grabbing your soft hips and his fingers tickle your bottom.

You gasp when you feel his hot breath on your wet and wanting core and your eyes shut as he moves in even closer, his tongue reaching out to taste you. He licks, slow and firm, through your glistening folds, up your slit to your sensitive clit, circling the bud with the tip of his tongue, your muscles already tensing under his tendings.

He slips his tongue back down and does it again, spreading the mixture of your wetness and his saliva up and down your pussy. It’s fucking heaven.

He dives in deeper when you moan his name, tugging on his hair in your pleasure. His nose nuzzles your clit as he moves his face back and forth, eating you out like he’s starved. You whine when you feel him spit on your cunt, flattening his tongue and licking your sensitive lips firmly before he starts to suck on your clit. Your voice squeaks at the intense pleasure and your thighs threaten to shut around his head but he holds your soft, thick thighs open with his strong hands, moaning into your slick pussy when he begins to fuck you with his tongue. Your toes are curling as your hips try to follow his movements, but again, his strength keeps you in place, prolonging the pleasurable torture. You watch on as Bucky gets his fill of you, his face deep in concentration, like the only thing he cares about is tasting you and making you feel good. His only real objective getting you to come, making you come for him. And as his lips wrap around your clit once more and he pulls you closer to his face, one hand ghosting from your hip to the entrance of your pussy, he slips in one, then two thick digits into your cunt, curling them just right as he moves them gently but firmly in and out of you, working you open for him, scissoring them inside you, he gets exactly what he wants. With a gasp, a shudder, and a hundred moans of his name - a chant falling off your lips, you come hard on his fingers. Your walls tight on his digits as he moans and works to drink up your release, slipping out of you carefully before licking and sucking up your mess along your delicate cunt. Your legs slowly untense and you work to catch your breath as he moves to come back up your body.

“Fair warning,” he heeds darkly, “you’re gonna be sitting on my face later tonight.” You can’t stop the giggle that leaves you unbidden as he crawls up you. He licks his lips wolfishly like he’s still savoring the taste of you. “I’ve just found my newest vice.”

He kisses you slowly and you can taste yourself on his tongue as his hard cock nudges against you. “See how fucking good you taste?” He breathes against your lips. “Feel what you do to me?” He rolls his hips again. You look down with a breathy moan and see a wet spot on his briefs, a new wave of arousal taking over you at the sight. As much as you want to feel him inside of you for the first time, stretching you, filling you up, you can’t help the urge to first feel him in your mouth. You want to - no, you need to taste him, too.

He kisses you again as you lean up to him, rolling his hips against you more. You sit up and Bucky watches you with a furrowed brow, following your movements until you turn and urge him to swap places with you.

Once his head is on the pillow below him, he lets himself get comfortable with you between his legs. You lean to kiss him again, noses brushing against each other as it deepens. Soft murmurs escaping you as Bucky lets out a heavy breath, bordering on a moan as your hand trails down his strong torso and reaches his pelvis. You let your fingers skim along the band of his boxers and he hisses when you brush against his straining cock.

Carefully, you start to free him as you trail kisses from his neck, down his chest, his sternum, his stomach. He springs free as you get the boxers down his solid thighs, moving back some to get them off of him. Bucky is a little impatient it seems as he ends up kicking them the rest of the way off, his heady eyes set on you.

You smile at the look of barely restrained lust on his face while you move back toward him.

You set your gaze on his thick length, grasping him with your manicured hand as you lean in to lick from his base to his tip, swirling your tongue around his head and tasting the precum you find there. You can’t help the sultry moan that leaves you at the taste of him on your tongue.

You lave your tongue back down his shaft and up again, your tongue tickling his balls and you burn at the reaction you get out of him. You pump his length in your hand as he tries to maintain his breathing- all the while his blue eyes are glued to you and your every move.

You let the saliva in your mouth drip down onto his cock before you finally take the tip of him into your mouth, sucking him off as your hand continues to work his length and your other moves to fondle his balls. The curses and throaty groans coming from Bucky only spur you on as you work to take more of his heavy cock into your mouth. You’re bobbing your head up and down on him with about half his shaft past your lips and your hand still working the rest of him with a firm hold, your cheeks are hollow as you suck and spit leaks from your lips as you keep moving. You’re a sight to be seen, a debauched mess, really. But you just can’t care. You moan when you feel his hand come to hold you where you are before he guides your head down further to take even more of him. He’s at the back of your throat and you moan and sputter as your eyes water while you breathe through your nose and try to relax your throat, taking as much of him as you possibly can before he guides you back up for air. Your saliva clings to him and you spit again on his cock head, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off as you catch your breath. When you move to take him in your mouth again, he stops you.

Your eyes flash to his and he answers your unspoken question, “You got me right on the fucking edge already, doll,” he breathes heavily, voice thick with hunger as he urges you back up to him. You gasp in surprise when he gets you where he wants you and flips you over so he’s on top once more, “but I need to be inside you.” He kisses you fervently, “I wanna feel you wrapped around me. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna come inside your pretty pussy, and I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

You're a mess of whimpers and airy moans as he trails your body with kisses between his words. You almost don’t even notice him taking your bra off as you get lost in his touches.

You watch him then, as his big hands palm your breasts, squeezing them, leaning down to kiss your soft skin before his tongue licks your pert nipple, toying with the other as he swirls his tongue and sucks on your tit and relishes your moans before switching his attentions.

“Bucky,” your calling of his name is a desperate plea that falls on his ears as you wrap your leg around him. You can feel his heavy cock nudging you and god all you want is for him to finally press into you and fill you up.

He listens to your prayers and moves back up your body so you’re face to face before he kisses you again.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he confesses against your lips, holding himself above you with one arm as the other drags down between your bodies. He grips his cock and guides himself to your entrance, earning a gasp from you as his tip nudges you. “Think about you all the damn time.”

He pushes in just slightly and you can already feel him stretching you.

“Me too,” you admit as your arms come to hold him. “All the time.”

He cocks a crooked smile at that and leans down for another kiss, pushing further into you with the movement. You whimper into the kiss as his thick length opens you more to him. He lets his hand hold onto your soft, squeezable hip as he moves inside you, a heady breath escaping him as your tight walls constrict around his cock.

He moves slowly, pushing deep inside you and making sure you feel every inch of him before he slides back and repeats his motions. It’s a torturous heaven as you moan beneath him, grasping onto his sturdy frame while he takes you.

He rolls his hips into yours, his fingertips digging into your softness as he holds you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he husks as his hand slides over to your belly, feeling you there too. You feel the pressure of his heavy palm on you and you don’t know why the feeling along with his words have the effect they do, but you find yourself closer and closer to your end as he drags his length in and out of your tight walls, feeling you and fucking you like you’ve never experienced before.

You move a hand to snake between you, you're so close you just need a little more. But before you can reach your clit, Bucky’s hand stops you.

“No,” he pants, “I got you, baby.”

Your walls clench around him at his words and then you feel his finger on your clit, the perfect pressure, moving in perfect rhythm and he winds you higher.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry, your eyes stinging with tears, it feels so fucking good. “Bucky, please, oh my god, please please please”, you chant mindlessly.

“I got you, baby,” he repeats, “you wanna come for me? Huh?” his breathing is heavy and his voice is tight as he fucks you faster and deeper. “Come on my cock, let me feel you, sweetheart.”

You squeak and your voice peaks, your orgasm is near blinding as it hits you hard. Wave after euphoric wave while you feel yourself shake.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky nearly shouts, “squeeze my cock, just like that, baby, fuck.”

Your walls pulse around his thick length as you shudder and cry, muscles tensed as you ride out the high that seems never ending. Your nails are digging into his skin as you hold onto him and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit as he loses himself in the feeling of you. His hips rock against yours and then he’s pounding into you, hard and fast as he chases his orgasm, hitting you so deep you know you’ll be feeling him for days.

Just as you start to come down from your orgasm, Bucky’s hits him. His hand is on your hip again as he pumps into you slower now, long, deep strokes; your name in a mix of moans and praises and curses falling from his pretty lips.

You feel his cum filling you up and moan again as you feel it leak from you, your pussy still milking his cock slowly in the shudder of your afterglow. He gasps and pants as he presses his forehead to yours.

Your fingers find their way into his hair as you pull him down for a kiss, your lips melding with his as he comes down from his high, too. It’s slow and lazy and so sweet.

He carefully pulls out of you, the mess between your legs even more evident now.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, sounding a little amazed at the sight. He kisses your forehead quickly before he gets off the bed. “Hold on,” he tells you.

You watch him slip into the bathroom and sigh into the mattress as you hear the tap come on. He’s back in a flash with a damp rag and your heart flutters as he eases your legs back open, carefully, dutifully, cleaning you up. He’s gone again and then back after another moment, clean himself.

He lays beside you with a contented breath and tugs you into him.

“Thank you,” you murmur with a smile as you let your head rest on his chest.

“You okay?” He asks, checking in as his hand soothes up and down your side.

You nod, tilting to meet his eye, “Better than.”

You move up a bit, no longer on his chest and he moves onto his side, too so you're face to face and chest to chest. He leans in for a kiss and it starts out slow and languid, but it builds as he pulls your thigh over his hip and allows himself to lie down again, causing you to be a top him as you smile and titter into the kiss.

He doesn’t seem to mind the weight of you as his hands wander your plush, pliable body, kissing you all the while.

“Doll,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Hm?” you respond into his kiss before parting to hear him.

His eyes seem to twinkle up at you as he stares into your very soul, his hands settling into their favorite spot on your hips as his thumbs rub your skin.

“You know I got you, right?” His voice is a low rumble that sends a warmth right through you and has your heart skipping a beat.

You nod lightly, “I know, Bucky… And it may not pack the same weight, but, for what it's worth… I got you, too.”

His lips twitch, his sea blue gaze never straying from you.

“Be mine.”

It’s not a question, more a suggestion that you can’t help but smile at.

You lean into him and press another soft kiss to his lips.

“I already am.”

His hand is on your head then as he keeps you to him, his lips slotting against yours as he kisses you deeply, if not a little sloppily. But you couldn’t care in the slightest as you return his affection with the same fervor, your hands on his face as you smile into his kisses.

Dinner is a rather intimate affair as Bucky has the meal brought to his bedroom door instead of the table.

Your ass is a bit sore, in the very best way, as you sit with him on the couch near the fireplace while you eat.

He wanted to know every little detail of what you’d imagined him doing to you before and when you told him your dirty thoughts that would keep you up at night and plague you during your days, he made it his mission to give you everything you’d desired and then some.

The way he took you from behind while you were on all fours, his big, rough hands on your hips, kneading and squeezing your supple softness and slapping your ass, breathing hard and heavy, growls of dirty words and praises like music to your ears as he pulled you back onto his cock, fucking you so perfectly… ah you needed to focus on the food - you could feel yourself getting wet again already.

You snuggled into him with a blanket wrapped around your body as he wore nothing still but a pair of shorts he’d pulled from his dresser when he went to speak to his staff about the change in dinner plans.

He’s staring again, you can feel it.

And god, what a feeling it is.

You look over to him as you take another bite from your bowl.

“What?” You ask with a demure smile after you swallow.

He smiles back, his tongue sticking out and wetting his lips before he responds, “Tell me again.”

You don’t hesitate, you think you like saying it as much as he likes to hear it.

“I’m yours, Bucky.”

His arm comes around your waist and pulls you closer as you let yourself lean into him. You can tell he has more to say, so you set down your bowl and give him your full attention, turning more into him.

“Your dad is a good man,” he says thoughtfully, “a good father.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree, still waiting for him to say what he’s holding onto, and not really wanting to talk about your dad right now.

“I’m sure he’ll always want to protect you, and I respect that, I admire it. But you have me now. So, not that anything will, but should anything happen - anyone bothers you, so much as looks at you wrong, you tell me, I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you. And anything you could ever want or need, doll,” he tilts your chin more towards him as he stares into your eyes, “say the word and you’ve got it.”

You really don’t know what to say as you stare at him a little dumbfounded, stupefied. You know he means it, every word, and it makes your heart clench and your stomach swirl. You’ve got it because he’s got you, and you’ve never felt so cherished or so important to someone.

“Bucky, I… I-,”

“You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart,” he stops you, smiling softly, “I just needed to make sure you know.”

You smile back.

“Well, now that you mention, there actually is something I’d like…”

“Uh huh,” he prompts, a smirk on his lips as he eyes you curiously, the playful glint in your eyes giving away your intent.

You lean closer to him, your hands on his chest, fingers running along the hair there. “Would it be okay if I stayed the night?” Visions of his words from the other night running through your head. You’re more than happy to spend the rest of your night under him, in front of him, on top of him… then curious thoughts pop up about what it’d be like to wake up with him, his arms snug around you, his warmth keeping the early morning chill away…

You meet his eye and his brows furrow, a frown pulling on his lips now.

“Were you planning on leaving?” His offended response leaves you laughing before you get pulled in for a kiss.

You murmur against his lips, “Not for a second.”

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noira-l · 3 days ago

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TL;DR - I totally relate to that.

That’s so true. I started writing fics in July, completely unprepared, after getting caught up in community. At first, it was exciting, but after discovering some really amazing work, something inside me just snapped. Ever since, I haven’t been able to see my own writing in any positive way. I constantly feel like I need to "fix" my old work because it feels unworthy of being on the same platform as so so many talented authors.

Even when I come up with a cool idea, I can't seem to finish it. I feel like I’ve burnt myself out creatively because I’ve already given up on myself. I would do many things differently if I went back in time.

And honestly, I feel like my writing doesn’t even fit the platform. I think my stories have so many problems: they are too long, too detailed, too stuck to canon (even with some twists or changes), or everyone is ooc. I want to write so many fics that are really in jjk universe, but I think no one here wants them. People simply don't want to read that kind of stories anymore. It seems like there’s more focus on popular tropes and writting as many bed scenes as possible - and seriously, admitting that makes me feel pretty depressed.

What the fanfic-writing process has become;

Finish reading a fanfic and feel awful about one's own writing then proceed to try and create works "as good as" that story. Or try to replicate that authors writing.

Scroll through social media for what fandoms are popular right now to see where you can join and get your writing seen.

Take in every piece of writing advice there is and then stress, trying to create an award-worthy fanfic story.

Crying because you can't describe your bedroom scene the way your fave fanfic writer did in their story; or because you can't describe your character's facial features like the way the advisors of writing on Tumblr said you should.

I must include this and exclude that to get my fanfic-writing respected and seen

I'm nervous about whether others will like or hate my work when I share

I don't wanna write, I have no inspo, but I must write cause I'm in this fandom that's hot right now and all my fellow writers in said fandom are posting

What fanfic-writing started as and should be;

You enjoy a piece of media, art, song, etc., you're hungry for more and so you write an extension of the universe to include stuff you wanted to see, that the original creator didn't include. No rules, no standards, and no restrictions.

Excited to just write and share a work. If others love it, it's a plus

If you want to write excellent fanfics, that's very fine as long as you're having fun and you're not stressed.

#noira.speaks

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Happy Birthday

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘊𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳: 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪 18+, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘷 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷 (𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱), 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘯𝘵: 3.8𝘬

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“How much for that one?” Eddie nods at the tee hanging at the merchandise stand.

The worker looks at the tag. “Forty bucks.”

Shit. Forty bucks for a Slayer tee? To be fair, the concert was fucking amazing. And Eddie couldn’t get enough of the way you were just out there dancing. He wanted to surprise you. After all, your birthday falls just six days away, and he knows how much you waited for this show. So he hands the guy two twenty dollar bills.

“What size?”

Eddie points. “Extra large, she likes to wear them to sleep.”

The guy hands Eddie the shirt in which he quickly holds it behind his back because there’s you were, emerging from the restrooms. He could never get tired of seeing your beautiful face.

“Do not go in those restrooms.” You warn him with a small smile.

“Let me guess, some randoms hooking up?”

“Worse. Smells like the Hawkins High locker rooms.”

He cringes and dramatically gags. “Damn, and you pissed in there?”

You shove him playfully. “Shut up.”

You smile when you see something folded up in his hands. “What’s that?”

He shrugs and pulls you to walk with him back to the van. “Just something small.”

“How small?” You try to grab it but he pulled it out of reach.

“What ever happened to the element of surprise?” He shakes his head, wild curls following with the movement.

You roll your eyes. “Aren’t you the same guy who opened his christmas gifts two days early last year?”

He smiles. “It was a big box! I knew it had to be something ridiculous.”

“And is this something ridiculous?” You raise a brow as he opens the passenger side door for you.

“It’s something you’ll love.” He nods, clutching his heart with a smile so sweet you can’t be angry. “Now will you get in the van? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” You smile and tease as you get in the van.

“Oh you aren’t?” He smirks.

“Just drive nerd.”

He obeyed, getting into his van and when you look away to put your seatbelt on, he tosses the shirt into the back of the van. He drove you to a restaurant in the city. It’s fun. You can enjoy the scent of the greasy burgers and luckily it’s too late for Eddie to embarrass you by asking the waitresses to sing happy birthday.

When you sip your drink he takes chance to talk to you. “So.”

You grin. “So?”

He bites his burger so his words come out muffled and you snort. “English, Eddie.”

He chuckles and his cheeks tinge pink when you dab away the grease dripping down his chin.

“I um. I said are you excited? For your birthday.”

“I guess so?” You shrug. “Just feels like the older I get I don’t know what to do for them anymore.”

There’s a small pause before you say. “But tonight was the best.”

He smiles. “Yeah it was. You really can dance, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe we saw Slayer though. I mean, that was fucking amazing.”

Your smile warms his heart. “Bet you’re glad I brought this then. Got some of it recorded so we can look back one day.”

He pulls the digital camera from his jeans pocket and you smile. “Almost forgot we recorded. My footage is probably shaky. Couldn’t stop laughing when you started shaking your ass to Postmortem.”

He throws his head back and laughs, you try not to stare at the porcelain skin, his adam’s apple bobbing. “Oh! So you weren’t shaking yours too?”

You smile and flip him off. “I’m entitled to.” Then you fold your arms. “And you looking at my ass, Munson?”

Shit. Way to give yourself away Eddie.

He smirks. “Kinda hard not to when that girl touched it earlier.”

It’s kinda hard to forget. The way you danced, your hips swaying and head banging. And when this other girl saw you, she started dancing with you. You were so caught up, it almost missed you when she grinded back on you. And you were having so much fun, the drink you did have encouraging you to have fun. You danced on her and with permission, she put her hands on your ass as you shook it on her.

You shrug and smile. “She liked what she saw.”

“Didn’t know you liked girls.” He sips his soda.

“Who do you think gave Robin her first kiss?”

He could’ve spit out his drink. Buckley got to kiss you before he did?!

“Shut up.” His eyes widen.

You laugh. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone.”

He shakes his head. “So you’re bisexual?”

“I don’t wanna label myself. But, I guess so?”

He nods.

“What?” You raise a brow.

“Nothing.” He says simply, then a smirk forms across his face. “Just can’t believe you practically twerked on a girl at a Slayer concert.”

You smile and laugh, gently kicking his boot with your own under the table. “Upset she twerked on me and not you?”

He shrugs. “Nah. It was worth the watch.”

“Perv.” You roll your eyes and smile.

The waitress brings the bill. “Will that be all?”

You both shake your heads and before you can pull your cash from your purse he gives her the cash and tip. You raise a brow.

“Thanks.” He grins as she takes the money and walks away. You usually pay the tip when you both go out.

“Really?”

He grins. “Not letting you spend a penny on your birthday.”

You smile. “Sap.”

He smirks. “You like it.”

You do. It’s one of your favorite things about Eddie. The way he can be upset about something but when he gets around you he becomes so sweet. Like at the show when the mosh got loaded, he knows you like to dance there. But when some guys got too aggressive, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back for a drink. He always looks out for you, just like you look out for him.

“Come on. I got something to help you calm down for the night.” He slides out of the booth, holding out his hand to you.

You grin and place your hand in his as you stand. “Rick give you another good stash?”

He smirks. “Something called purple palm tree delight?”

“Sounds intriguing.” You smile, wrapping your arm around him, fingers in the loop of his jeans. “Lead the way.”

“Holy shit.” You grin and take another hit of the purple palm tree delight.

“Yeah, this is definitely a keeper.” He smiles, looking at you. The way your lips look around the joint, the way they form an O shape when blowing out smoke.

You grin. “You’re staring. What’s on your mind?”

He looks over your face. Examing your features. Your nose, your lips, so plush and soft. Your eyes search his face for any emotion.

“I got you a present. Well.. another. The first one is at the trailer. You’ll have to wait to see it next week.”

You smile. “The first one? How many did you get me?” You sit the joint in the ashtray, and the ashtray into the front seats.

He grabs the shirt from where he tucked it under the seat and he hands it to you. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

You smile and take the folded up item, unraveling it to see the slayer logo on it. It’s black and it’s so soft, begging you to wear it.

“Eddie, you didn’t have to.” You look at him with a grateful and appreciative gaze.

“I did. It’s worth it.” His eyes search your face, almost a mimic to how you searched his seconds ago. “Do you like it?”

You clutch the tee to your chest and smile. “I love it, Eddie.” You hug him and press your nose to his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Anything for you.” He rubs your back.

And you know he’s being truthful. Like when he took you to the homecoming dance in freshman year because your douche of a boyfriend dumped you days before it. And when he snuck into your room with medicine and snacks after a late shift at the hideout because you were sick. Eddie always swore to do anything for you. Or when he helped you move into your apartment and you freaked out about being an adult. You didn’t want to be on your own, so Eddie always makes sure you aren’t.

You kiss his shoulder, lips meeting the soft fuzz of his worn band tee. His eyes widen and his hand freezes on your back.

He speaks softly. “Did you just kiss me?”

You pull back. Did you overstep? You only intended to share a sweet moment with him, he knows it’s rare at times. You shrug. “Yeah.”

He looks over your face for a moment. His gaze flickers down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

“Do it again.” He murmured it so lowly you almost missed it.

You couldn’t believe he was asking you and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever tell Eddie no. You cup his face, feeling the slightest peach fuzz under your palms as your thumb strokes his cheek gently. Your noses brush almost as gently as your lips do, and you press yours to his.

You kiss him like he’s the only guy in the world, and he kisses you like he needs you to breath. His lips are warm and plus like soft pillows. You grip his shoulder and with your free hand you cup the back of his neck. He moves a tentative hand to your hip and the other rests on your jaw, his calloused thumb stroking the material of your shorts.

When you tug his hair he gasps at the action and you take it as your opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. He’s shocked at first, his best friend just slipped her tongue into his mouth. But from the taste of your lip gloss and the scent of your perfume filling his nose he couldn’t stop you. He didn’t want to stop you.

He laps his tongue at yours and you taste the weed and something that’s simply Eddie. You think you could survive off of this taste if anything else. His hands hold your hips as he lowers you slowly until you’re laid flat against the floor of his van.

He finally breaks the kiss for air. You’re both smiling, lips slightly bruised from how passionately you kissed.

“You’re so beautiful.” He grins.

“You’re one to talk.” You cup his face away from his messy curls as they drape over you.

“Just so we’re clear, that wasn’t just a ‘thanks for the gift’ kiss was it?”

You smile and pull him down to kiss him again. “No silly. That was a take off your shirt before I grow impatient kiss.”

He smirks and teases you. “Mm, looks like you’re already there, princess.”

You smirk and start to undo your top. “I wont ask again.”

He smirks. “Well shit.”

He undoes his belt and you both remove your clothes, desperate to have a taste of each other. Shirts, jeans, shorts, socks. All littered to the corner of the van and Eddie’s in awe as he looks over your body. Soft skin and the curves of your full breasts as they sit bare. Your ass and thighs are begging for attention from black panties that confine them.

But you’re in awe too. Those black briefs he has on don’t hide much either. And the damp patch on them tells you that he yearns for your body as much as you yearn for him.

You grin. “You wear briefs now?”

He chuckles and his cheeks tinge pink. “Harrington told me they’re more comfortable. So I figured I give them a try.”

You smile. “And are they?”

He smirks and looks down, he’s begging to be freed from their hold. “Not at the moment.”

You press your toes to his chest and he smiles, his hand wrapping around your ankle as he kisses it. He kisses up higher and higher, past your calf and up your thigh.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve waited for this, for you.” He looks into your eyes when he bends lower and kisses your mound through the material of your panties.

You bite your lip. “Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He tilts his head to see your face fully.

“As much as I’ve dreamed about you going down on me, I need you to fuck me or i’m gonna lose my mind.”

He laughs and sits up, cupping his bulge through his briefs. “Shit. You can’t just say things like that. Almost blew my load.”

You laugh and sit up, gently tucking your fingers into his waistband. When you look up at him for permission he nods rapidly, dark curls bouncing around. You pulled his briefs down to his knees and his cock hits his tummy.

You laugh and he huffs, wrapping a fist around his base.

“You know, no guy wants to hear his girl laugh when he pulls his dick out.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “What? No. I’m just.. surprised. I turn you on this much from just kissing?”

He grins. “If you knew how turned on you got me all the time, you’d probably be grossed out. I mean-“

Eddie was gonna confess about how many times he’s hidden his hard on’s from you when you’d hang out in his trailer in his tees or at the lake in that skimpy garment you call a bikini but he grits his teeth at the feeling of your fingers wrapping around his cock.

“Kinda heavy.” You grin and gently brush your thumb against the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Oh fuck.. sweetheart.”

“Im glad you’re turned on.” If you keep talking like that, you just might kill him. “Because I am too.”

You grab his hand and place it between your thighs, his palm pressed your clothed core. He looks at you as you lean your head back, he kisses your neck and you can’t hold back the moan that slips out.

He moans when he feels your grip become more firm around him, gently stroking his cock. What he lacks in girth he makes up for in length. You gasp as you feel his fingers dip into your panties, teasing your folds with your slick before slowly plunging his finger into your tight folds.

“Fuck, so good Eddie.”

He loves how his name sounds falling from your lips and he loves how wet you are for him. What he loves even more is how you’re stroking him. Keeping the same pace he has on you as he adds another finger, his thumb expertly finding your clit.

With your moans and your soft hands jerking him off, he knows he wont last long. He gasps and moans, hips stuttering to meet your strokes and his stomach tenses up. He uses his free hand to stop you and your eyes shoot open.

“Sorry. I just need to be inside you baby.”

You nod and bite your lip to muster the desperate moan he could’ve pulled from you when he took his hand from your panties. He pulls his briefs off fully so you do the same with your panties, lying down rested back on your elbows. He reached into the front glove compartment and when he sits back up in front of you you’re greeted with the blue squared package in his hand.

“Better safe than sorry.” He shrugs, ripping it open with his teeth.

Before he can slide it on you grab his wrist and he raises his brows.

“I’m on the pill.”

His eyes widen. “All this time?”

“Yeah. Well actually it’s not a pill, it’s a shot. Still, contraceptive so we’re safe.”

He feels a new wave of pleasure wave over him. He’s never gone raw. He looks over your body then your face. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you’re comfortable.” You rub his hip. “I want us to both enjoy this.”

He smiles and tosses the condom to fling wherever in the van. “Are you kidding me? Fuck trojan.”

You laugh and he joins in soon enough. He kisses you. When the laughter dies down he speaks softly. “Ever gone raw with… anyone else?” He hated how much that question made him feel like a loser but when you shake your head he smiles.

“I haven’t trusted anyone enough to.” You look over his face. “It’s special.”

He grins. “You’re special.”

You tease him yet again. “Sap.”

“Yeah and if you tell anyone i’ll tell them exactly what you just said.” He quips back.

You roll your eyes. “Kiss me before I change-“

He wouldn’t dare let you finish that sentence. He kisses you passionately, both hands cupping your face. You sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his curls tickle your neck and chest.

It’s intimate and steamy and so good. The way his hand drifted down your body and he took a break to kiss your chest, gently licking then sucking then kissing each nipple in that order.

He positions himself and you reach down to help him. You both moan in tandem as he slides into your wet heat. There’s a sting at the stretch but you’re so wet and so turned on that it doesn’t hurt much, in fact it adds to your pleasure and his. The way you’re gripping him like a vice.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so tight.” His eyes are shut, trying not to blow his load like he did his first time in sophomore year.

“So big Eddie.” You feel pathetic. That’s about all the words you can get out before he slowly rolls his hips, moans falling from both of your lips and you lace your fingers in his hair as he buries his head in your neck, leaving kisses there.

The moans and pretty whimpers that fall from his lips make you clench around him. You’d be embarrassed about the squelch that comes from between your legs if he didn’t seem to be in love with it.

“Eddie.” You moan and he’s quick to respond.

Through gritted teeth he pants. “Yeah baby?”

“Faster.”

When he hears your tone he can’t think anymore. He’s not sure if he’s been thinking at all. Not since you removed your shirt. He kisses your neck one more time before he sits up and grips your hips.

“If it’s too much stop me. Don’t wanna be too rough.”

You grin. “I like rough.”

He smirks. “Why am I not surprised?”

You’d talk back at him but he’s got your hips gripped tightly as he lifts them, your ass rests on his thighs as he fucks into you. The angle allows him to hit spots you didn’t know someone could hit. Realization only hits you now that no one’s ever fucked you the way you deserved.

Behind moans and bables of pleasure, you can feel his hands exploring your body. You roll your hips with his and he tosses his head back.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come too quick.”

You pull him down and speak softly into his ear. “Let me ride you.”

He feels like whatever he did in his past life must’ve been heroic as fuck, because you’re making him harder with every passing second.

He hugs you and helps roll you both over, making sure his cock stays nestled where it belongs. You grip his shoulders and he grips your hips so tightly you know they’re gonna have dents from his rings but you don’t care.

You share a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together in a dance of pleasure. Moaning into each other’s mouths as you roll your hips over his lap. He’s helps you move, hands gripping your hips even tighter as he fucks up into you.

You moan and kiss his neck, your tits moving against his chest and he thinks this view is actually better than whatever footage he got on that camera earlier. His girl, in his van, moaning his name.

“Fuck. Eddie, i’m so close.” You cup the back of his neck.

He knows. He’s known for the past minute. The way your pussy grips around him. claiming him all for herself. He nods and keeps his pace. Grunts and moans growing more desperate.

“Fucking milking me, sweetheart.” He gasps as he feels that familiar twitch.

A symphony of moans and whimpers fill the van as he empties himself inside you, helping you ride him as your body jerks and he feels the warmth of your release wash over his cock, dripping beneath your bodies.

You pant and lay your head onto his shoulder. He sees your body’s a bit tired and to that much he can agree. So he lays you both down, another moan coming from you both as he pulls out.

You both lie there, the smallest breeze of wind coming through the slightly cracked window. He looks over at you and smiles as he sees you pulling on the Slayer shirt.

“Told the guy you liked them bigger.”

You smirk. “My guys or my shirts?”

He laughs and sits up on his elbow as you lay back down next to him. “How’s that for a birthday present?”

You smile. “Good dinner, good show and a good orgasm? You really know how to treat a woman.”

He leans in, hand resting on your hip under the shirt. “There’s more where that came from.”

You smile and kiss him, fingers lingering on his hip as well but you feel that twitch again. You snort as you look down then back up at his face.

“You’re such a horndog.”

“Like you don’t want another taste.” He reaches down and grips himself.

“Actually I do.” You teasingly lick your lips and he swears you’re trying to kill him.

He shakes his head. “Don’t think so.”

“What?” You squint at him.

He pulls his briefs back on to simmer the strain of his cock when he lays between your legs. “You’ll get a taste of me. But you stopped me already from tasting you, and with this shirt on? Baby, i’m starving for it.”

He parts your legs and kisses up your thighs. You smile and grab his jeans from the corner above your head. You grab his little cam recorder and he smirks. “Really?”

You mimic his words from the diner. “So we can look back one day.”

He smiles. “I fucking love you.”

And those are the last words spoken for a while.

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