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𝐌𝐫. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞: Stucky x F!Reader

Part Two Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader | Daughter of Thaddeus Ross (Red Hulk) Words: 5.4K Themes: Forbidden Reader, Love Triangle, M for Mature, 18+ , Post-Endgame, AGE GAP (24y/o reader). Summary: Bucky Barnes expected another typical therapy session, but the moment he meets Y/N, a sharp and unflinching therapist who doesn’t back down, everything changes. Used to keeping people at arm’s length, Bucky finds himself intrigued by her resilience and the way she sees right through his walls. A/N: I am also obsessed with Bucky ok? I can't leave him out. I will not use "chapter" for now because IDEK how long this will be. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Ciao.

Bucky entered the therapist’s office, expecting the usual routine with Dr. Raynor. But when he saw a younger woman sitting on the couch, legs crossed, glasses perched on her nose, he froze. She was scribbling in a notebook, completely absorbed in whatever she was writing. His eyes swept over her—pencil skirt, white blouse with the top two buttons undone. Definitely not Raynor.

Raynor was a pain in the ass enough, but now they're throwing this at me? Bucky thought, his jaw tightening as he watched her quietly scribble in her notebook. He wasn’t sure if this was some kind of test or another attempt to “catch him off guard.” His whole life had been one test after another, and this—this felt like just another trick up their sleeve.

Great, he thought bitterly, as if I haven’t been poked and prodded enough. Now I’m supposed to open up to someone who probably just finished med school.

The calm way she sat there, so sure of herself, made him itch with irritation. He couldn’t figure her out, and he hated that. Was she here to push him harder than Raynor? Or was this just another bureaucratic move to switch things up, like changing therapists would suddenly crack him open?

What’s next? A therapy dog? His mind was racing, constantly searching for the next hit, the next blow. He felt like they were always trying to break him down bit by bit, like he was still their weapon.

But this? This is just insulting. He didn’t know what to make of her, or what she could possibly do for him, but his instincts were already screaming to keep his guard up, to watch her carefully. There was always something more to these situations. Always a catch.

"Did they lose my file or something?" Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You don’t look old enough to be out of med school, let alone help me with… this." His words came out dripping with sarcasm, testing her right from the start.

Y/N didn’t look up immediately, taking her time as she finished writing something in her notebook. When she finally met his gaze, she adjusted her glasses slightly, then pointed to the couch with her eyes.

"I assure you, Sergeant Barnes, you’re in the right place," she said, her voice calm and even. "If you’d like to sit down, we can get started."

Bucky paused, the smirk still playing on his lips. He scanned the room, as if making sure he hadn’t walked into the wrong office, then sauntered toward the couch opposite her. He dropped down, stretching out his legs lazily, crossing his arms over his chest, still eyeing her with playful suspicion.

"Right place, huh? Are you sure about that?" He chuckled. "Didn’t realize they sent kids to do the hard jobs these days."

"Lucky for you, I’m not a kid. But if you’re hoping for someone older, I’m sure you can take it up with the front desk. Or we could just get started, your call."

Bucky’s smirk widened slightly, impressed by the way she shot back at him. He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. "Alright then, since you’re apparently the expert. What’s the plan here? Gonna wave a magic wand, make all my problems go away?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, meeting his sarcasm head-on. "No magic wand. Just work. But something tells me you’re not afraid of a little hard work, are you?"

That caught him off guard. He was used to deflecting with humor, but she wasn’t backing down. In fact, she seemed perfectly comfortable in this verbal sparring match.

"Hard work, huh?" He leaned forward slightly, his tone softening but still sarcastic. "And here I thought you were here to hand me a quick fix."

Y/N smiled ever so slightly, just enough to show she wasn’t intimidated. "I don’t do quick fixes. That’s for amateurs."

Bucky stared at her for a moment, genuinely impressed despite himself. He had expected someone more nervous, someone he could easily rattle. But this woman? She wasn’t having any of it.

"Alright, doc," he said, nodding slightly, acknowledging her stance. "You’ve got my attention. What’s next?"

Y/N adjusted her glasses, flipping a page in her notebook. "Next? We talk about your progress. Or, we can sit here in silence while you continue throwing sarcastic remarks at me. I’m good with either option."

"You think I’m just gonna spill my guts? It doesn’t work like that."

"I didn’t expect it to.”

"I’m fine with silence.”

Bucky muttered, his eyes flicking to the window as if contemplating an escape. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about himself. Especially not with someone like her—someone so young and… focused.

Leaning forward slightly, his playful look faded into something darker—a cold, calculating stare. His blue eyes locked onto hers, hard and unblinking, as he gave her the same menacing look that had unnerved countless soldiers and enemies. It was the stare that said he wasn’t someone to mess with.

Most people would have flinched by now, maybe glanced away or shown some kind of discomfort. But Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. She met his icy stare head-on, calm and unwavering.

Seconds ticked by then into minutes. Bucky’s gaze bore into hers, daring her to crack under the pressure. But she didn’t blink. Didn’t shift in her seat. She held his stare, unshaken.

As Bucky realized she wasn’t going to back down. He clenched his jaw tighter, leaning in even more, his menacing stare intensifying. And still—nothing. Y/N just stared back at him. After what felt like an eternity, Bucky scoffed, the sound low and begrudgingly amused. He leaned back into the couch, letting out a breath.

"Well, I’ll be damned," he muttered, clearly impressed. His smirk returned, but this time, it was less mocking and more intrigued. "You didn’t even blink."

"I’ve seen worse," she shrugged.

"Most people can’t handle the stare," he said, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. Bucky stared at her for a moment longer, still processing that she hadn’t buckled under his intimidation.

"I’m not most people," Y/N replied, her gaze still locked on his.

"You’re not, huh?” Bucky let out another short scoff, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them gradually easing. Bucky leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if contemplating his next move.

"Alright," he finally muttered, his voice quieter now, the edge of defiance softening. "Let’s get started."

× × × ×

Bucky walked down the street, hands deep in his pockets, his mind still stuck on the therapy session with Y/N. He couldn't shake the image of her holding her ground against his menacing stare. Most people crumbled under that.

He was impressed. Hell, maybe even a little thrown off by it.

He reached a small café, the door chimed as he walked in. He’d been coming here for weeks, liking how quiet it was. Bucky slid into a booth in the corner, the furthest one from the entrance, his usual spot. The place was small, quiet—barely anyone noticed him here. That was what he liked. No eyes following him. No whispers.

As he sat down, he glanced at the menu out of habit, though he already knew what he wanted. He tapped his fingers against the table, feeling the hum of anxiety still coursing through him. His thoughts wandered back to Y/N’s. Her refusal to let him dictate the session. It had been a long time since someone had stood their ground with him.

“Same as usual?” the waitress asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. Same.”

The door chimed again, and out of reflex, Bucky glanced up. His eyes landed on her—Y/N. But she was different now. She was dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, her hair down, and the serious, composed demeanor was nowhere to be found. She looked relaxed. For a moment, Bucky frowned. Was this the same woman from earlier?

She hadn’t noticed him yet, busy ordering her coffee at the counter. As she turned, their eyes met, and for a split second, surprise flickered in her gaze. Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a polite, professional smile like the one she had in the office—it was real, warm. Bucky had to admit, she was even more beautiful when she smiled like that. She made her way over to him, her expression soft and light, a stark contrast to how she’d been before.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she greeted with an amused smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to see you either. You got a twin or something?” Bucky leaned back, trying to hide the fact that her smile had thrown him. He gave her a skeptical look, still trying to wrap his mind around the shift in her demeanor.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Nope. Just me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You sure? Because you’re not exactly giving off the same ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe as you did earlier.”

“I save that for the office.” She laughed lightly, the sound catching him off guard again.

Bucky blinked, still half-convinced she had to be a different person. “You’re… different outside of work.”

Y/N smiled again, and Bucky couldn’t help but notice how that smile completely transformed her. The serious, no-nonsense therapist was gone.

“Therapist mode can be intense,” she said, settling into the seat across from him. “Gotta decompress too, you know.”

“Decompress, huh?” Bucky muttered, still eyeing her. “I wasn’t sure you even knew how to.”

“Oh, trust me, I do,” she said with a grin. “You think I’m a robot in the office?”

“Was starting to wonder. . .”

She laughed again, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Nope. Just human.”

Bucky stared at her for a moment, taking in how much more approachable she seemed now. The difference between the Y/N sitting across from him now and the one who had held her ground in the office was stark. He hadn’t expected to see her like this—relaxed, smiling, laughing. It was almost disarming.

“You’re hard to figure out,” he said, still trying to process the shift.

She shrugged lightly. “That’s part of the job, isn’t it?”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the café filling the space. Bucky glanced at her again, her soft smile lingering in his mind. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing her like this, outside of the serious office atmosphere, made him feel… at ease.

Eventually, Y/N glanced at her watch. “I should get going. Got other plans.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, same.”

She stood, grabbing her cup. She paused for a moment, then gave him one last smile—a sweet one, the kind that lit up her whole face, making her seem even more different than the woman who had stared him down earlier.

“See you at the next session?” she asked.

Bucky chuckled, half-joking, "Hm, I don’t know."

Her smile didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened, her eyes holding him with a quiet confidence. "I will see you, Sergeant Barnes," she said, her voice more insistent this time, not leaving room for doubt.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slightly, "What’s the point of asking then?”

As she walked out of the café, Bucky leaned back in his seat, shaking his head with a small smile. She had completely thrown him. Her smile, her relaxed demeanor—it was all so different from what he’d expected. For a moment, he wondered if she really did have a twin. But then again, maybe she was just someone with more layers than he’d first realized.

And he found himself eager to know more.

× × × ×

Steve Rogers wasn’t sure how he had gotten talked into this. Well, actually, he knew exactly how—Sam Wilson had dragged him along to this party, claiming Steve needed to “loosen up” and enjoy life more. But standing in the middle of a loud, flashing room with music pounding in his ears, Steve wondered if he should have pushed harder to stay home.

"Come on, Cap," Sam had said with a mischievous grin as they walked through the entrance earlier. "You’ve been in retirement long enough. Time to see what the world’s been up to while you were busy saving it."

Steve stood near the bar now, trying to blend in, his eyes scanning the room. People were dancing wildly, laughing, and having fun in the swirling haze of strobe lights. It was a far cry from the kinds of parties he had attended back in the 1940s—those had been calm, slow, and filled with small talk and jazz music.

This? This was chaos.

Steve shifted uncomfortably. He had barely touched his drink when Sam elbowed him from the side, laughing. “You look like you’re plotting an escape route. Relax, Cap. Have fun.”

Before Steve could respond, Sam was swept into the crowd by some friends, leaving Steve standing alone by the bar. Even in the anonymity of the darkened room, Steve still attracted attention. His broad shoulders, strong jawline, and quietly confident presence drew glances from several women who were passing by. The strobe lights occasionally highlighted his features, and more than a few curious eyes lingered on him as he stood by the bar.

“Hey there,” she said, leaning in slightly, her voice loud to be heard over the music. “You look like you’re way too good-looking to be standing here alone.”

Steve smiled politely, keeping his distance. “Just here with some friends,” he said, not giving much away.

She stepped a little closer, her eyes lingering on him. “Well, maybe I could keep you company?”

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. Just enjoying the night.”

She looked a little surprised but shrugged it off with a casual smile. “Your loss,” she said with a wink, before disappearing back into the crowd.

Steve let out a small breath, his shoulders relaxing as she left. He wasn’t here for that kind of attention, though it seemed inevitable. He glanced around, hoping to spot Sam or Bucky, but before he could move, another woman approached.

He was just about to step away from the bar when another woman, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile, appeared beside him.

“I’ve seen you reject at least ten girls in the last ten minutes,” she said, her voice teasing. “Either you’ve got impossibly high standards or you’re just too shy to admit you’re having fun.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Neither, really. Just here with some friends. Trying to keep a low profile.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “A guy like you, keeping a low profile? Good luck with that.”

Steve smiled, nodding toward the crowd. “Seems like it’s working so far.”

The woman laughed, but before she could say more, the crowd surged again, and someone bumped into Steve, almost spilling his drink.

“Sorry about that,” a voice said, half-shouting over the music.

Steve turned and caught a glimpse of another woman, this one different from the others. She was barely recognizable in the strobe lights, her features blurred by the darkness, but something about the way she carried herself caught his attention. She didn’t linger too long on him, and didn't try too hard. Her smile was brief but real.

“No problem,” Steve replied, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

“Not your scene?” she asked, leaning a little closer to be heard.

“Not exactly,” Steve admitted, putting a finger in to cover one ear.

She laughed lightly, stepping closer, her eyes catching the light for a brief second. “Same. My friend dragged me here. I’m pretty sure she thinks I need to ‘loosen up’.”

“Guess we’re in the same boat,” Steve said, feeling a bit more at ease. She had a warmth in her voice, even amidst the chaos.

Before either of them could say more, a group of partygoers surged by, and one of them grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her toward the dance floor. She was caught off guard, stumbling a bit before turning back toward Steve, her hand still caught in the wave.

“Come on!” she shouted over the music, her face lit up with a playful grin.

“No—I don’t think—”

Steve hesitated. He wasn’t much of a dancer—especially not in a place like this—but before he could protest, Y/N grabbed his hand, tugging him into the crowd. The pulsing rhythm of the music pounded in his chest as they were swept into the moving mass of people. The lights flashed wildly, and before Steve knew it, he was dancing, caught up in the infectious energy of the room.

Y/N laughed as they moved, her hand still in his, and Steve found himself smiling despite the overwhelming atmosphere. The strobe lights flickered, casting everything in flashes of light and shadow, and for a moment, it was easy to forget who he was, to forget the weight he usually carried.

Steve didn’t have time to react before he found himself right behind her, the sea of people pushing them closer together. The music pounded through the room, the heavy bass vibrating under their feet. Steve felt her back press against his chest, her body swaying in time with the beat.

The lights flashed, casting her in and out of shadow, but Steve was caught in the moment. She moved to the music effortlessly, her hips swinging in rhythm, her back brushing against him with every movement. He felt the warmth of her body through his shirt, the closeness sparking something inside him he hadn’t expected.

The lyrics of the song echoed through the room: “I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off, take off all your makeup, baby, take it off. . . I just wanna watch you when you take it off, take off all your clothes and watch you take them off.”

Y/N's body moved in perfect sync with the music, and Steve, despite his hesitation, found himself falling into the rhythm. Her hips pressed against him, swaying seductively in time with the beat. He hesitated for a moment before resting his hands lightly on her hips, unsure but drawn in by the intensity of the moment.

The crowd pushed them even closer together, and Steve’s grip on her hips tightened instinctively. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into him, moving her body against his, teasing, playful, completely in tune with the energy of the music. Her head tilted slightly, her hair brushing against his neck, and Steve felt his pulse quicken.

She bit her lower lip, glancing back at him through the lights, a playful spark in her eyes. Steve’s breath caught, his hands sliding up slightly from her waist as their bodies continued to move together. The energy between them was electric, like nothing he’d ever felt before. The music drowned out everything but the pounding of his heart and the feel of her body so close to his.

Suddenly, the crowd pushed them even closer, and in the heat of the moment, Y/N turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his cheek. It was a brief touch, but it sent a shock through him. His grip tightened on her hips, and before either of them could think, their movements slowed, the tension between them peaking.

“I just can't wait to see it all I'm so turned on”

Y/N turned her head fully, her lips finding his in a fast, unexpected kiss. His lips were unexpectedly soft. They parted-in surprise, she thought and then she slipped her tongue inside. It had been forever since she'd done this, never had she done this, but it came to her like breathing. It was electric, quick, but charged with the energy of the moment.

Steve’s world narrowed to just the two of them—the music, the lights, the crowd—all vanished as her lips met his. He stopped her, just for a moment, then flipped it, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue and a firm grip on her hip. Now it was him kissing her, her soft sigh filling the space between them. He responded with heat, his desire matching the unexpected pleasure he found in her.

The kiss only lasted a moment, but it left both of them breathless. Y/N pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise, like she hadn’t expected it either. They were still close, her breath mingling with his as they caught their bearings.

Before either of them could speak, Y/N's friends found her and pulled her with them unaware of Steve, and she was swept away, disappearing into the throng of dancers. Steve stood there, frozen for a second, his heart still racing from the kiss, his hands still tingling from where he’d touched her.

He blinked, trying to steady himself, but she was already gone, lost in the mass of people. The music still pounded around him, the lights still flashed, but all Steve could focus on was the ghost of her lips on his and the wild, unexpected energy of the night.

Steve shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. The kiss, the way her body had fit so perfectly against his—it was all too new, too different. The way young people dance these days, he thought, he can’t believe he allowed himself to be dragged like that. It was nothing like what he was used to. He exhaled slowly, needing a moment to collect his thoughts. Pushing through the crowd, he scanned the room for Sam. He was going to get an earful for this.

Steve spotted Sam by the bar, laughing with a couple of friends, and beside him was Bucky, nursing a drink and quietly observing the room. Steve made his way over, still feeling the lingering heat of the moment and trying his best to shake it off.

Sam noticed him approaching and immediately grinned, raising his drink in greeting. “There he is! Our man of the hour!” Sam shouted over the music, his voice laced with amusement.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, his expression more reserved but no less curious.

“I don’t know about that,” Steve rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the slight flush still creeping up his neck.

Sam’s grin widened as he leaned in closer. “Come on, Cap, you’ve got that look on your face. What happened?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell them. But Sam already knew him too well, and Bucky… well, there was no escaping his sharp gaze either.

“Nothing,” Steve said with a shrug, hoping to play it off.

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing, huh?” He took a sip of his drink, but the teasing gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. “Didn’t look like ‘nothing’ when I saw you on the dance floor with… what’s her name?”

Steve’s eyes widened slightly, “You saw that?”

Sam burst out laughing, slapping Steve on the shoulder. “Oh, I saw it. The whole room probably saw it! You were practically glued to her!”

Steve groaned, rubbing his forehead. “It wasn’t like that.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Oh, really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were having a little too much fun.”

Steve shot him a glare, but the way Sam wiggled his eyebrows made it impossible to stay serious.

Bucky, still quiet, finally smirked. “You’re not exactly blending into the background there, punk.”

“It just… happened, alright?” Steve admitted, his voice trailing off as he tried to explain. “We were dancing, and the crowd kept pushing us together. And then…”

“And then you kissed her!” Sam finished for him, laughing again. “Oh man, Cap, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I didn’t kiss her! She kissed me! It just happened—like in the heat of the moment.”

“Yeah, because ‘heat of the moment’ sounds nothing like you.” Bucky chuckled, finally downing his alcohol.

Steve shot him a look, “Who's side are you on?”

“The ‘heat of the moment’? You mean to tell me you got caught up in the lights and music and had your little dance-floor moment? That’s priceless!” Sam was practically doubled over with laughter now.

“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t even know her.” Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile despite the teasing.

Sam straightened up, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Doesn’t matter, man. That’s what makes it even better! You don’t know her, and you still ended up in some steamy dance-floor kiss? That’s wild for you.”

Steve groaned again, but the smile tugging at his lips was undeniable.

“Well, I’ll say this,” Sam said, leaning in closer with a sly grin. “You’re full of surprises, Cap. I thought you’d be sitting in a corner all night, but instead, you’re out here stealing kisses in the middle of a crowd.”

“Okay, fine. It was… unexpected. But I wasn’t exactly complaining.”

Sam raised both eyebrows in mock surprise. “Unexpected, huh? Is that what we’re calling it when you’re practically glued to someone in the middle of a party? I mean, the way you two were moving—if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were auditioning for a music video.”

Steve sighed, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel amused at the whole situation. He never expected to get caught up in something like that.

“I didn’t even get her name,” he said, almost to himself.

Bucky tilted his head. “Classic.”

Sam’s grin softened into a knowing smile. “Well, maybe that’s the universe telling you it’s time to loosen up a little. Enjoy the ride.”

Steve smirked, shaking his head. “Maybe.”

Sam clapped him on the back again. “Look, Cap, you’ve spent your whole life saving the world. You deserve to have moments like that. Maybe even more than most people.”

Steve couldn’t argue with that. The memory of her lips on his, the way their bodies had moved together—it wasn’t something he was likely to forget anytime soon.

Sam raised his glass in a mock toast. “Here’s to Captain America, finally letting loose.”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” Steve chuckled and clinked his glass against Sam and Bucky's.

“You’re doing just fine, Cap,” Sam said with a wink. “Just fine.”

+ + + +

Y/N’s heels clicked against the smooth marble floors of the mansion’s foyer as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The security system beeped, and she casually entered the code, the familiar beep fading into silence. The house was large, quiet, and pristine—almost too quiet after the chaos of the party.

She kicked off her heels, phone pressed to her ear as she continued her animated conversation with her best friend.

“I’m telling you, it was insane,” Y/N laughed, still buzzing from the energy of the night. “I don’t even know how I ended up on the dance floor, but there I was, dancing like I had no care in the world. And, oh my god, there was this guy...”

She paused, biting her lip at the memory of the mysterious man she’d danced with. The lights had made it impossible to see him clearly, but the way he moved, how his hands had felt on her hips—it sent a thrill through her just thinking about it.

“I didn’t catch his name,” she continued, flopping onto the plush couch in the living room. “But we were so close, and when we kissed... girl, I don’t even know what came over me.”

Her friend gasped on the other end of the line, clearly invested in every word. “Wait, you kissed him? Who are you right now?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N laughed again—almost squealing, “It was one of those wild party moments, you know? The music was loud, people were everywhere, and then—boom—his lips were on mine.”

“Omg, didn’t you get his number?”

“No.” She frowned then she smiled to herself, enjoying the carefree thrill of the memory. “Honestly, I thought I’d regret it, but no. Imagine that? My dad would kill me.”

As she continued recounting the night, a slight rustling from the other side of the room made her pause. Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she realized she wasn’t alone. In the doorway stood Thaddeus Ross, her father, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

He cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the excited chatter still flowing from her phone. Y/N froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she realized she’d been caught mid-party recap in her usually reserved father’s presence.

Her friend’s voice buzzed in her ear, still going on about the party, but Y/N quickly pulled the phone away, muttering, “I’ll call you back,” before hanging up. The excitement drained from her face, replaced by a nervous smile.

“Dad,” Y/N greeted, forcing a casual smile. “Didn’t know you’d be home.”

“Apparently, you didn’t. Sounded like quite the party.” Thaddeus Ross narrowed his eyes slightly, stepping further into the room.

Y/N stood, suddenly aware of how much she’d let herself unwind. She straightened her clothes and tried to appear nonchalant. “It was just a party with some friends. No big deal.”

Thaddeus arched an eyebrow. “Friends?”

“Yeah, friends. You know, just... normal people.” Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay the whole thing.

Thaddeus studied her for a moment, his eyes sharp, as if trying to piece together the details she hadn’t given him.

“I see,” he finally said, his tone unreadable. “It sounded a bit more... involved than your usual nights out.”

Y/N swallowed, brushing off the heat rising in her cheeks. “It was just for fun, Dad. Nothing to worry about.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just gave her a long, assessing look.

“You know how important it is to keep certain parts of your life secure, Y/N,” he said in that familiar, commanding tone of his. “People might take advantage if they know too much about who you really are.”

Y/N gave him a playful smile, trying to brush off his seriousness. “Dad, I’m 24. I should be out there kissing strangers at parties by now, right?”

Thaddeus didn’t smile. He simply sighed, crossing his arms tighter over his chest.

“I wasn’t wearing a neon sign that said ‘Mr. President’s Daughter’ on it. It was just a party. I’m allowed to have fun.” Y/N rolled her eyes, her tone still light but more pointed now.

Thaddeus didn’t seem to be swayed by her attempt to joke. “Having fun is one thing, but keeping yourself safe is another. You may think these parties are harmless, but they aren’t always what they seem.”

“Dad, relax. I know how to keep myself out of trouble. I mean, come on, I live here, don’t I? No one’s getting past your fortress.” Y/N sighed, but her smile remained.

Thaddeus gave her a long, measured look, as if deciding how much more to say. Finally, he relented just slightly, his voice softening. “It’s not just about the security, Y/N. It’s about the people you surround yourself with.”

Y/N softened her tone too, standing up to face him. “I get it, Dad. I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m not going to live in fear. I can take care of myself.”

Thaddeus didn’t reply right away, his eyes flicking to the security system panel before returning to her. “Just... be careful. Not everyone you meet at those parties will have good intentions.”

“I know, Dad. I promise I’ll be careful.” Y/N nodded, her earlier playfulness giving way to a more serious understanding.

Thaddeus gave a short nod, clearly not fully convinced but unwilling to push the conversation any further tonight. “Good. Just remember what I said.”

He turned and left the room, leaving Y/N standing there with the lingering weight of his words. As the tension dissolved, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I’m 24,” she muttered to herself, smiling at the absurdity of the situation.

“I heard that!” Thaddeus yelled from another area of the house.

“You were supposed to!”

Despite everything, the memory of the night—the music, the dancing, the kiss—still played in her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile.

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Some Calm in the Midst of War | Wartime!Tommy Shelby x Reader

request: yes by @cybubuvubbu

pairing: Wartime!Tommy Shelby x Reader

summary: (Y/N) meets a soldier in a club. Not wanting to let go of this taste of calm amidst all of the chaos, they extend their moment of revelry into something a bit longer.

warnings: language, smoking, talks of war, suggestive situations (pg-13 in nature…I think)

word count: 1721

a/n: so this is what I decided to do in order to get these requests that have been sitting for months out to read. I really focused on just letting all of the inhibitions about it go and writing. Whatever gets put down gets put down, and however it gets put down flies also. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping for/looking forward to from me, but please know that I’m doing this in hopes that it’ll help me figure out what I want to do next. Ok, I’m sorry for making this so long…enjoy! :)

a/n 2: I just can’t bring myself to write completely nsfw stuff but I wanted to take this request in this direction, so I hope anyone won’t be annoyed at the fact that it’s not explicit smut. This’ll probably be the closest my writing will ever get to it.

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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The unlikely pair met in a club. She was - once - a woman of higher class, and he was a man whose family lived on next to nothing. But now because the war had ripped through both of their lives, they were finding solace in each other.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her all night. She was there with some of the ladies who she worked alongside as a field nurse. He'd come into town with his company, whom he was in command of.

Both looking for some semblance of what their lives used to be; looking for a way to escape the hell they’d been stuck in.

She was the one who approached him. "Saw you staring from across the bar," she started, her confidence earning some whistles from the men who were accompanying the man she was speaking to. One was even quick to leave his stool, offering the space to her. The man was surprised how quickly his men left them alone. "Thought it'd be a crime not to come and talk with you," she brought his attention back to her, her lips curved up into a smile.

He didn't know what to say at first. Prior to this, he wasn't sure if he was even going to take things further than a couple glances in her direction. But now he couldn't take his eyes off of her, and shit... he still didn't know what to say! A laugh filled with disbelief left his lips as he finally tore his eyes from hers.

He took a drag from his cigarette before looking her way again. One thing he wasn't going to do in this situation was fuck this opportunity up.

The two didn't talk much. Sure a brief conversation occurred, but it wasn't long before she was pulling them to the dance floor so they could join in with all of the other carefree couples.

The fact that he wanted to stay after the first song was over shocked her. It was evident though that she was the only reason he wanted to stay.

They exchanged a kiss before even exchanging names.

It wasn't surprising to see how quickly they became engrossed in one another. All they'd known for the last stretch of time was war and the feelings, not to mention sights, of terror that came with it. Neither knew when they'd get another moment like this...so they most certainly weren't going to waste it.

Their connection grew over the next several dances they shared. Soon enough the tender at the bar was yelling last call and they were ordering one last drink together.

Both weren't able to find the groups that they'd arrived with, so they decided to bask in each other's company for as long as they were able.

They finally got to talking, sitting at the bar until the keeper was telling them they needed to leave.

It was during these conversations that they found out just how different of lives they had led prior to this point. Funny how war had the ability to blur the class lines. Neither cared at the moment that the other wouldn’t have even spared a glance prior to now. They simply cared about feeling human again.

She brought him back to the room she'd been given for her brief time of leave from the field hospital. Tensions had risen between them as they walked closely together down the street. There was purpose in their step and things reached a fever point the second they stepped across the threshold into the small room.

The slightest look was shared before their lips met. No words needed to be spoken. What they both wanted was written clear across their faces.

Their walk to the bed looked more like a dance as they blindly fumbled with each others’ clothes. By the time her back hit the mattress, she was left in a blouse and underwear and he his trousers.

Another look was shared as a pause was taken. They were both breathing heavily, but this time he asked: “are you sure?”

She blinked a few times, as if it was her own way of checking that he was indeed real and that this was really happening. She couldn’t remember the last time she was in a position like this. The longer the pause was held, the more it became evident that she would be insane not to let the opportunity pass. “So sure,” she breathed in response, a smile playing on her lips.

His mesmerizing blue eyes turned a shade darker as he heard her response. A grin spread across his lips, and he brought his hand up to take hold of her cheek before she matched her lips to his again.

Their kisses were slower this time around. Both wanted to savor this moment, as they knew it may be the last like it they’d ever get. Inhibitions were thrown out alongside the rest of their garments and nothing more was said as they found a connection with each other.

Sweat stuck to their bodies and he made sure to hold her close, both reeling from the feeling the other was giving them.

They couldn’t remember the last time they felt this good. It was a feeling they never wanted to end.

Leaving was something neither of the two even thought about when they were finished. Their limbs stayed winded together, and they continued to exchange languid kisses as they came down from their highs.

“Shelby,” she breathed, her eyes focusing on the disc that was hanging around his neck. The disc that would be used to identify him if something were to happen in the field of battle.

Its presence made reality return to her mind. A reminder of the war they were still very much engrossed in flooded her thoughts, shrouding the state of bliss that she was previously experiencing.

“Tommy,” his voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” she asked, focusing on him again with furrowed brows.

“My name’s Tommy,” he clarified.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tommy,” she said, then giggling as the context of the situation came to mind…usually these sort of introductions were done before she joined a man in bed.

Tommy cracked a grin at her statement, a chuckle leaving his lips before he leaned down to kiss hers, stifling her laughter in the process. “What’s your name?” he asked as they broke apart.

“(Y/N),” she answered, her smile still present.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N),” he used the same greeting as she had, and they both began laughing again.

Their laughter subsided as their eyes met, and the tension they’d been feeling from the moment he spotted her at the club arose again. Nothing more was said as their lips molded together for the umpteenth time that evening.

Tommy was the one to break away, but he didn’t move far. He kissed a line from her lips down to her jaw and settled against the crook of her neck. (Y/N) sighed wantonly at the feeling, her hands tangling in the longer parts of his hair as her heart rate increased.

“Tommy…” his name was uttered in a breathy moan, “Tommy, I don’t…” she couldn’t quite keep her thoughts straight as his lips trailed lower, finding a new home in the valley between her breasts. It was becoming harder to think with each passing second, but she felt she needed to get these thoughts out. “I don’t usually do this—I’m not usually like this.”

He stopped his ministrations and lifted his head to look at her again. She sighed at the loss of feeling. “What do you mean?” he asked, his brows furrowing together in confusion when it took her a few moments to respond.

“I’m not usually this…” she paused, struggling to think of the right word, “…easy,” was what she finally settled on, although it still felt as if there were better words to use.

Tommy’s brows straightened only slightly. “I never thought you were,” he told her honestly.

“Things have been so different with the war and all,” she continued to explain herself even though he didn’t ask her to, “it’s been so long—too long, since I’ve been in a situation like this so forgive me for being unsure of what now needs to be done, but I just…my fear is that I won’t have a chance to experience this again…” she paused, feeling her chest tighten, “things are so uncertain now…”

“Hey…” he cut her off she could continue. She bit on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering, unable to match his gaze for fear of it making her tears fall. “Look at me, love,” he gently coaxed her, his hand cupping her cheek so that he could make their eyes meet. A solemn expression was present on his features as he reached up to brush away a tear with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) apologized, now feeling pathetic for turning their passionate moment into this.

“Don’t be,” Tommy shook his head, his thumb running gently against her cheekbone. He searched her eyes for a moment before continuing, “no harm will ever come to you,” he told her, “not from me, not from anyone else…not while I’m here,” his words were spoken with the utmost truth, and his eyes never wavered from hers.

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never had someone profess something like this to her…especially not someone who was a stranger a few hours ago. But in this moment it felt so right, and hearing those words alone gave her some hope that maybe they’d both be okay.

She smiled at him, reaching up to slowly run her hand against his jawline. “You’ll be here?” she asked him, her eyebrows raising slightly.

“Until I can’t be,” he assured her, a smile playing on his lips.

His response made (Y/N)’s smile widen, and nothing more was said as she gently took hold of his chin and brought his lips to hers once more.

Staying true to his word, Tommy stayed with (Y/N) until they both had to ship out to their posts again. Both were equally grateful to enjoy some calm in the midst of war.

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**ALSO - the italized words that Tommy said at the end were taken from the caption on the photo from the request, which were taken from the movie The Edge of Love.

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sorrowsofsilence · 11 months ago

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Harder • Folio

Pairing: Nick Folio x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut (18+, male!receiving, female!receiving), choking, slight exhibitionism?kinda, mentions of drinking, derogatory terms used (whore).

Prompt: you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.

Author note: I enjoyed writing this way too much oh my god. I hope you enjoy it too <3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies

Well, you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.

“I am so fucking excited!” Ruffilo exclaimed, tossing the last bag into the minivan. You and the boys were going on your last camping trip of the year, and it was bittersweet.

Initially, the trip was just supposed to be the two of you; but Ruffilo was persistent that the rest of the band tagged along, as well as Matt and Bryan.

Folio loved taking you out on his bike to go camping, fishing, and hiking; but his absolute favourite part was the great sex you two shared camping. Something about being away from home made it that much more exciting. His least favourite, was now his bandmates were going to be there.

“Yeah, me too,” Nick muttered through gritted teeth, giving a tight smile as he placed his helmet over his head, zipping up his leather jacket.

“Oh c’mon,” You sat behind him on the bike, geared up for the ride, wrapping your arms around him as your chest pressed into his back, “We’ll still have tons of fun.”

Nick shifted in his seat, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You smiled cheekily, despite him not being able to see since the helmet covered your face, “both?”

He hummed in response, before turning the bike on and preparing to leave.

That evening after setting up, everyone was sitting happily around the fire, drinking beer and roasting hotdogs- the classic camping combo. Everyone laughed as they exchanged stories, Noah and Jolly reminiscing about funny memories during the tour they had just finished.

“And-” Bryan said through a broken laugh, “Remember when you just fuckin’ dive-bombed off the stairs?” He doubled over laughing, almost spilling his drink as he leaned into Noah, the two giggling.

You smiled at the exchange, arms folded over your chest as you sat comfortably in your camping chair, before glancing over at Nick. He watched the fire intensely, eyes glazed over in thought, face neutral yet disappointed. You knew he was upset that this trip wasn’t just the two of you, especially because he would be getting ready to leave for tour again in a few weeks; and this was one of your last fun events planned.

You wanted to cheer him up a bit and had the perfect idea.

Reaching over you ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m going to bed,” you said, eyes lingering on his for a moment to see if he understood what you meant.

Nick’s eyes flashed with excitement as he shifted in his seat, giving you a curt nod.

You stood up, stretching your arms before folding up your chair and staring at the group ahead of you. The flame danced in the middle, illuminating the shadows of the boys’ faces, who stared at you sadly.

“Packing it up now?” Jolly frowned, opening another can of beer.

You nodded, “I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to get some sleep.”

You eyed Nick one more time, his gaze catching yours before wandering to the tent.

“I’m going to make sure she’s ok, I’ll be back.” Nick nodded at your friends before following you into the tent, zipping it up behind him.

You sat on top of your sleeping bag, motioning for him to lay next to you. Nick obliged, immediately scooping your waist between his fingers, gripping your side as he yanked your body towards his. You grabbed his face, pulling him up to kiss you, and his lips attached to yours hungrily.

Nick’s voice was hoarse as took a breath, “The boys-”

“I don’t care,” you said, and Nick moaned as you kissed him again roughly, “I need you, Nick.”

“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” Nick chuckled lowly, kicking off his sneakers hastily, before lying down.

You crawled on top of the man, his dark ember eyes devouring you as you stripped your clothes, remaining only in your underwear, straddling his lap. Nick’s hands gripped your thighs roughly as you began rolling your core into his, and he hardened below you.

Adjusting yourself you sat on his thigh, the fabric from his jeans rough as you began to grind against his body, riding along him. A red hue fell onto Nick’s nose as he smiled, admiring how heavenly you looked as you pleasured yourself against him.

All for him.

Nick peeled off his shirt while you played with the buckle of his jeans, undoing the zipper and springing his erection free.

Licking your lips you watched as his mouth opened slightly, soft puffs of air escaping as you spit on your hand, letting the saliva drag off your tongue onto himself, sliding your hand up and down his desire. Nick watched in awe as you worked on him, pumping up and down with a gentle roll of your wrist; his eyes unsure whether he wanted to stare at your hand, bouncing chest, or your face, eyes radiating with lust for him.

He licked his lips, whispering a soft plea, and you knew he was begging for your mouth wrapped around him. You obliged, sliding down his leg before licking up his length, smiling as he shuddered below you, precum dripping from the tip as his body prepared for yours.

“Fuck you are so hot Y/N,” he mumbled, hands grabbing each side of your head as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you against him forcefully. You loved it when Nick thrust into your mouth with need, causing you to gag against him. He fucked into your mouth, hips shooting up strenuously with an innate craving, needing you to take all of him.

You choked against Nick’s body, a deep guttural groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he held the bottom of himself, slapping the tip against your cheek before sliding back inside your mouth. Your scalp burned as he held your hair taught.

You moaned along him before pulling away, your chest heaving with heavy pants.

Nick stripped off his remaining clothes, before sitting up and unclasping your bra, taking your chest into his hungry mouth, sucking on the skin. He kissed up your Neck, biting and licking against the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing a gasp to leave as your hands raked up his back. Your nails trailed along his skin, dancing back to the top of his head, running them through his chestnut locks as he hooked your panties, pulling them down your legs. The voices of your friends outside the tent became white noise as you watched Nick’s eyes worship you.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” Nick growled into your ear, the warmth of his breath contrasting the crisp air within the tent, causing your body to shiver. Nick wanted nothing more than to ram himself into you, bruising your skin and giving you everything he had; but the shame of his friends hearing halted his actions. He loved taking you from behind, clawing at your hips as he bred into you eagerly with thirst. He would have to wait till he got home to completely rail you into your bed, listening to you scream a slurry of profanities mixed with his name.

You moaned at his confession, biting his jaw gently and affectionately before pushing him back into the air mattress, having him look up at you with greed.

“You’ll make me scream if you fuck me, you’re always so rough,” You whispered heavily.

“Then keep riding my thigh until you come, like the good little whore you are,” Nick praised, and you nodded greedily. You rolled your hips into him again, sliding along him, your slick gliding you with ease. Your free hand began jerking Nick off and he threw his head back at the sight, completely overwhelmed with infatuation.

Nick wanted to touch your body, one of his hands wrapped around your throat. He groaned, squeezing gently, but hard enough that your vision danced into a darkened satisfaction.

“You like it when I choke you?” He said, dirty words sliding off of his tongue as his free hand made it to your core, flicking roughly at your pleasure. A loud moan slipped from your lips as your body shook, your senses heightened through Nick’s possessive grip, and he squeezed tightly for a moment.

He hushed you, staring with eyes dilated with fervour, “They’ll hear us if you’re not quiet.”

“Fuck,” you said sharply, completely indulged in his touch. Your eyebrows furrowed and Nick watched you through hooded eyes, hips thrusting into your hand as you pumped him.

Nick’s lip found its way between his teeth, “Look at me Y/N,” and you purred, staring into his eyes with his hands wrapped around your neck, holding you in place while you ruled each other.

Your body clenched as Nick’s fingers continuously brushed over your desire, sliding along his thigh over and over until your abdomen began to clench, eyes trying to remain fixated on the man who possessed you below.

“I-” you whimpered, trying to be quiet as your legs began shaking, back hunching over as you folded into Nick’s hand; but his grip on your throat held you up, resisting your need to push away from him.

“Shit!” You gasped, your body letting go as your orgasm consumed you, but you remained gripping onto Nick, sliding your hand along him.

Nick’s mouth fell open as he watched you come undone, a sly smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as he eyed you with admiration. He loved when you came for him, from him.

“Fuck Y/N, mouth, now,” Nick demanded, and you sucked along him again. His fingers dug into your thighs as he clenched through his orgasm, a strain of continuous deep groans escaping his body. Nick was unable to contain his sounds as you drank in all of him, ropes of his release coating your throat. He pushed into your mouth and you gagged, but he held you firmly in place with his hand, pushing your head into him.

“Good girls swallow, everything,” He said through deep breaths, your stomach erupting with motive as you drank all of his surrender.

You sat up, smiling down at him as you wiped your lips. Nick panted, giving you a knee-weakening grin before closing his eyes, and catching his breath.

“Not feeling well, huh?” You heard from outside the tent. Nick’s wide eyes snapped to yours in horror as you covered your mouth in embarrassment, the two of you hiding your ashamed laughter.

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therealcocoshady · 9 months ago

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Recovery - Chapter 24

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader have an argument at the studio. Later, she receives a bouquet of flowers that brings back painful memories.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Marshall leaving hickies all over your neck was, indeed, an efficient way to get people at the studio off your back on the topic of your dating life. Now, they had found another past-time : grilling you with questions about the mysterious person you were seeing.

You still don’t want to tell us who the mysterious man is ? Porter asked with a grin.

Nope. I’m keeping to myself on this one, you chuckled.

Come on, Royce chuckled. Is he nice ? How long have you guys been dating ?

He is, you giggled. We’ve been dating for a few weeks.

Do you like him ? Porter asked.

I do. I like him a lot.

Is he hot ? Marshall chimed in with a smirk.

You have no idea, you said teasingly. Hottest man I have ever dated. Hands down.

Good in bed ? Royce asked with a grin.

Meh, you said playfully. I think he’s got a lot to learn but he’s alright.

They all chuckled, except for Marshall who shot you a faux death glare. The look he gave you was full of promises. Obviously, you would have been stupid to miss an opportunity to tease him. Besides, you had already told him countless times that he was your best, so you didn’t worry about him being sensitive on the subject. You felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

From M : No sex for you tonight.

To M : We’ll see ;-)

From M : I can keep it in my pants. Unlike you.

To M : You’re underestimating me, baby. I’m too irresistible.

You saw him chuckle and shake his head as he stared at the text he just received from you. He obviously didn’t believe you. You were in a good mood and definitely wanting to show him what you were capable of. As the guys kept on working, you devised a plan so that you could prove your point. Thankfully, you were wearing just the right outfit : a white, flowy dress with tan boots and a cardigan. The weather was good enough so that you didn’t have to wear tights. The dress itself was pretty light, and showed a bit of cleavage, hence the cardigan that made the outfit more modest. You got up and went to the bathroom where you removed your panties and your cardigan. When you got back, you saw Marshall alone in the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redbull. You went to him and smiled.

Are you alright ? He asked.

Are you ? You replied with a grin.

Yeah, fine, what are you-? He began asking as you put a hand in the pocket of his jacket and put your panties there.

You giggled and got back to the couch where you played with your phone for the rest of the recording session. When Marshall came back, he looked a bit flustered. However, their work session kept going. Whenever he looked at you, you bended on purpose, pretending to grab something in your bag so that he could have a great view of your breasts. It was his right not to want to put out, but you also had the right to tease. You could see him staring, having more and more trouble focusing, which was unusual.

Bro, are you alright ? Porter asked.

Yeah, yeah, he hummed.

At some point, you got the bright idea to stretch your arms, causing the dress to ride up. You didn’t flash anyone and it was not bothersome. At least, not to people you ignored that you were bare underneath. Marshall almost spilled his mouthful of Redbull.

Alright, we’re done, he said calmly. Time to go home.

Are you sure ? Royce asked with his brows furrowed.

Yeah, he replied. I have a headache. You guys go home, enjoy the weekend, alright ?

Still on for the Lions game on Sunday ? Porter asked.

Of course.

Porter and Royce left, while Jamal stayed with you and Marshall.

Are you guys still coming for dinner tonight ? Jamal asked. Talia’s preparing her Masala Chicken.

Sure, Marshall said. Go ahead, we’ll join you there. I just have to go to the office and sign some papers for Paul.

Ok, Jamal said. See you at dinner, lovebirds.

Once he was gone, Marshall got up and faced you with a stern look.

I’m at work, Y/N, he groaned.

It’s true, you said innocently. And I think you did a good job today.

I would have done a better job if I had been able to finish the beat I was working on, he pointed out.

Finish it, then, you said as you got up.

Later, he groaned.

He grabbed your arm and took you to his office, where he slammed the door shut. You weren’t too sure if he was furious or not. His eyes were dark and he didn’t seem in too good a mood. Maybe your fun plan was starting to backfire. He made you sit on the sofa.

You think it’s funny ? He asked.

I was merely proving a point, here, you shrugged with a smile, trying to defuse the situation.

How ? By interrupting my work and acting like a slut ? He asked coldly.

Don’t say that, you said defensively.

Then cover your tits and try not to flash our friends, he said as he threw your panties at you.

You thought he was being unfair. It’s not as if you had been walking around the place naked. You were simply teasing him and no one had even caught anything. You understood that he was serious about his work, but you had meant to harm and, anyway, that didn’t justify the name-calling. You got up, faced him and silently left the room to get your stuff. You were putting your cardigan back and were about to leave when he came to you.

See you, you said coldly.

Are you leaving ? He asked.

Are you apologizing?

He stared at you and crossed his arms.

Are you ? He asked back.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you scoffed. You insulted me and I should be the one apologizing ?

You started it, he said coldly. I was out of line but…

But nothing, you cut him. You know I meant no harm.

And you know how I am when it comes to work, he said sternly.

Still, I’m not having anyone, especially not my boyfriend, calling me a slut, you said.

Fine, he said.

You looked at him and waited for the apology but he kept on staring at you.

What ? He asked. I just said I was out of line.

You really suck at apologies, Marshall, you scoffed before leaving the studio.

As you left the building, he followed you in the street.

Fine. I’m sorry, he sighed as you kept on walking.

Good evening, Marshall, you said.

Come on, we have to go to dinner, he said.

Fine, you sighed.

Now, the both of you were clearly in a bad mood, but you got back in the building and waited for him to grab his things. Then, the two of you went to the car. It was a silent ride home. Before you got out of the car, he gently grabbed your hand.

I’m sorry, honey, he said softly.

I’m sorry too, you shrugged.

How about we go back to my place after dinner ? He offered. I’ll draw you a bath, give you a massage… Let me make it up to you, ok ?

Sure, you said with a smile.

He kissed you softly and you got in. The smell of spices had taken over the house and you were ready to enjoy your favorite dish. As soon as you stepped in, Talia handed you a big bouquet of flowers.

These came for you earlier, she said with a smile. Good choice on the peonies, Em.

You shouldn’t have, Marshall, you squealed. They’re beautiful though. Did you know they’re my favorite ?

I didn’t send flowers, he said.

Oh.

You wondered who could be the one sending you the flowers. You checked the card. It was from Simon. It read : “It has been one year already. I am sorry I didn’t handle the situation better. I hope you are doing well. I would love to talk. Love, Simon”. That’s when it hit you : today was the “anniversary” of your miscarriage. The one event that had led to your drug use, your overdose and the downfall of your relationship. Your heart dropped immediately.

Baby, who sent these ? Talia asked.

You gave her the card and you could tell she understood as she read it. “Oh”, she simply said as she rubbed your shoulder.

What’s with those faces ? Marshall asked. Who died ?

You couldn’t help but shoot him a death glare. It was probably a poor choice of word, but having him say that as you were reminded of the date you had learned that your baby’s heart had stopped beating was painful. You said nothing and took the bouquet to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as tears started to flow. In truth, you hadn’t thought of that at all, because you were too busy focusing on your relationship with Marshall. But now that you were reminded, it was like being hit in the face. You had done a lot of progress in a year, but you had spent so much time focusing on your sobriety that you hadn’t done nearly enough work on your grief. A few minutes later, Marshall knocked on the door.

Baby ? He asked. Are you alright ?

Yeah… I’ll come down in a minute, you said in a broken voice.

You reached under your bed and found the box you had put together after the miscarriage, that you had not opened since you moved in with Talia and Jamal. You were thirteen weeks pregnant when you lost your baby and you’d had time to buy some stuff for him/her : a tiny pajama, socks, a little plush toy… The box also contained the few pictures that were taken during the sonograms as well as the pregnancy test you had taken on a gloomy Sunday morning after noticing that your period was late. It definitely wasn’t planned, but you had been ecstatic to learn that you were pregnant. So was Simon. The two of you thought it was meant to be and you were overjoyed to start a family together. You held the pajamas in your hand, taking in how tiny they were, how tiny your baby would have been. You sighed and put the box on the bed before going downstairs. By their faces, you gathered that they had talked and that both Jamal and Marshall were up to date on the situation.

Sorry, you told your friends. I needed a minute.

Of course, sis, Jamal said.

Are you alright ? Marshall asked as he took your hand in his.

Y-yeah, you lied. I’m fine.

Talia gave you a hug and you sat at the table. The three of them tried to get your mind off things and talk about joyful stuff, but it was to no avail. You were feeling sad and guilty for even forgetting about this day. Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t change anything, but you felt selfish. After dinner, you went back to your room, with Marshall. As soon as the door was closed, he took you in his arms for a long hug.

I’m so sorry, my love, he whispered. I had no idea.

It’s fine, you said in a whisper. It’s just… Hitting me like a ton of bricks right now.

Of course, he said as he stroked your hair.

You sat on the bed and you began to put away the baby stuff that was laying on it. You had the plush toy in one hand, the pajamas in the other and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your boyfriend lovingly put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You were literally crying on his shoulder.

I’m sorry, you sobbed.

Don’t apologize, Y/N. Let it out, he said softly.

It’s just… It’s been a year already, but also, it’s only been a year, you said. So much has happened since then.

It’s true, he said. You’re in a really different place.

Nothing’s the same. It seems so far away. Sometimes, I think it’s all been a dream, you know ? But then, I remember that it actually happened. That I was pregnant and that I actually lost that baby.

He hummed and let you talk as he stroked your hair.

The worst thing is that I can’t talk about it a lot, you know ? Because very few people knew. We were getting ready to tell everyone when… well…, you said with tears in your eyes.

You can talk to me, if you want, he said softly.

You probably don’t want to hear your girlfriend talk about having a baby with another man, you sighed.

I’m not your boyfriend, right now, he explained. I mean, I am, but I’m your friend too. First and foremost. That’s what makes our relationship so great, you know ? Plus, everyone has a past.

Thank you, you said softly.

You don’t have to thank me, he said as he kissed the top of your head. I will always be here for you.

I just… I never really had a family, and I was so excited to start one of my own, you know ? You explained. It wasn’t planned or anything, but it felt meant to be. As if I finally got my happy ending, the wedding, the little family… And now it’s… Gone.

You can still be happy, he said as he stroked your cheek.

I know, you said. I am happy. But thinking about how different my life is now, it’s a little weird. Now, I’m happy in a different way. But I guess I still haven’t fully processed the whole thing, you know ?

Grief takes some time, he said. But you’ll get there. You’re so strong and you’re doing so good.

You nodded and he kissed you tenderly. You put the baby things in the box and put it away, not without sadness.

Sorry, you said. You probably think it’s creepy that I have this box.

I get it, he said. You do what you need to do. I have a box of my own, you know ?

You do ?

Yeah. It’s a recovery box. Inside I have my hospital bracelet from the day I OD’d, a few things I have written when I was in rehab, drawings the girls made for me when I got home, a letter from my sponsor, my sobriety chips… I understand the need to hold on to these things, he explained. I don’t look at it too often. But I have it.

I’m so sorry, you said sheepishly. I’m so selfish. Sometimes, I forget you’re recovering too.

It’s alright, he said.

I feel like a mess, compared to you, you added. I mean, you have your life together, you’re level-headed, you’re so strong…

It’s apples and oranges, baby, he said with a smile. I’ve been sober for more than fifteen years. A lot of stuff comes with time. You’re just getting started on your journey. But you do have your life together. And you are doing good. But I’m still struggling, you know ?

You are ?

Yeah. I guess it’s always a work in progress, he shrugged. I always thought it would be over once I’ve been sober for a long time and I’m not tempted to use or drink. But there’s always something to work on. Like my emotions, my anger…

I think you’re doing a good job, you said softly.

Thank you my love, he said with a smile. But still, I shouldn’t snap as easily as I do, sometimes. I’m still sorry about the way I talked to you at the studio, you know ?

I forgive you, you said as you nuzzled his neck.

Do you still want to go to my place so that I can make it up to you ? He asked. Let me take care of you, honey.

You don’t have to, you said.

But I want to.

You ended up agreeing and going to his place. He kept true to his word and took care of you, even more than he usually did. You were still sad, of course, but you knew you weren’t alone. He encouraged you to talk about your feelings and made sure you felt warm, safe and cozy. In moments like these, he felt like your safe space. You loved that you could talk to him about anything. Most people in your life usually danced uncomfortably around the subject of your miscarriage. Even Talia and Jamal. But Marshall, on the contrary, encouraged you to talk and even asked questions. It felt good and it felt like you were being even more intimate with him, giving him access to a part of your soul. Eventually, you switched to other subjects and he opened up to you about his grief about his uncles and best friends, as well as his mental health. Most of the time, the age difference didn’t cross your mind. But for once, it did and you were grateful for it, because you benefited from his maturity and experience. Serious topics aside, you spent the rest of the evening and the next day lounging, watching movies in his movie theater that had been turned into a blanket fort after you told him you had never built one in your life. You were cuddling under a soft blanket, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

Do you still want to come tomorrow ? He asked.

For the game ? Yeah sure, you said. Unless you don’t want me there.

No, I’m trying to make sure you’re coming, he chuckled. But if you feel like avoiding the crowd, I understand. And if you need, I can even cancel the whole thing and stay with you.

You’d cancel football for me ? You asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how important it was to him - he had even canceled recording sessions in order to be able to watch some games !

For you, yes, he said with a smile. Special occasions only, of course.

It’s not a special occasion, you shrugged.

I just want to make sure my girl is feeling good, he said as he kissed your temple.

I’m feeling much better now, you said softly. Thank you again.

You’re very welcome, he said. I love you so much.

I love you too, you cooed. No need to cancel.

Your first meeting with my family, he mused.

It’s just going to be your daughters, right ?

Not really, he said. The girls will be there, along with their boyfriends. There will also be my brother, his wife, their kids, guys from the studio, guys from D12…

You opened wide eyes. You’d watched games at his place before, but there had never been so many people around. You knew it wasn’t an official meeting with his family, but seeing as you weren’t the sociable type, it was enough to scare you.

You’ll be fine, babe, he chuckled as he saw your face decompose. You know a few people already.

What if your family doesn’t like me ? You asked.

I told you, I’m sure they will love you, he said with a smile. They’re really chill and they know I’m “friends” with you so they already have a good opinion. They know how picky I am when it comes to people I hang out with. Believe me, I’m the most judgy person in the family. Just be your cute amazing self and everything will be fine.

Easy for you to say, you scoffed. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn’t feel too confident.

True, he chuckled. We’ll get there someday, though, I guess.

I don’t think so, you shrugged.

Why is that ? He asked.

I just… Don’t have a lot of people in my life, you know ? You said sheepishly. Especially after this past year. I don’t really have family either. It’s just me, my father and his wife. You already know the people who matter : Talia and Jamal.

I see, he said

Sorry, that’s a little lame, you admitted.

No, I get it, he said softly. But if you don’t feel like meeting all these people tomorrow, you don’t have to, baby. I’m just thinking it might be a good, chill opportunity. Take the band-aid off, you know ?

Right, you said.

Plus, the girls asked me if you’d be there.

They did ? You asked confused.

Yeah. Hailie told me she misses you and Alaina and Stevie are extremely curious, he explained.

They know about me ?

Of course, they know about you, he chuckled. They might not know you’re my girl yet, but your name has still been in quite a few conversations, you know ?

Has it ? You asked, still surprised.

Well yeah, he said. I mean, obviously, when they saw the pictures of us holding hands after that party, they asked questions, especially since they had never heard about you before. So I had to clear the air. They also know that you know Hailie and they figured that I care a lot about you, after that whole hospital incident. And I might have said that you’re a feminist, so they’re particularly excited. Especially Stevie.

You nodded nervously and he kissed you, reassuring you once again. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but think it was kind of a big deal. After all, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Maybe you should take me home ? You suggested. So that I can have my beauty sleep and be pretty for them.

Don’t you want to stay here ? He asked.

It’s Saturday, you pointed out.

Yes, but the kids are not coming for brunch. Plus, you’re going to be here anyway, so you might as well sleep with me tonight, he said with a wink.

And you’re ok with sleeping with me seven nights in a row ? You asked playfully. You won’t be bored ?

I could sleep with you a thousand nights in a row and still not get enough, he said softly, making your heart melt.

THE NEXT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV

As he expected it, Y/N’s first meeting with his family went great. She seemed about to freak out at first, but she quickly relaxed. As soon as Hailie arrived, she gave her a big hug and told her how sorry she was that it didn’t work out with Josh. If only she knew… His girlfriend also seemed to get along with his brother and his wife, but especially with Alaina and Stevie. They laughed together and she truly seemed to enjoy herself. He sat next to her on the couch and, even though he was usually extra focused when it came to football games, he couldn’t help but glance at her. Everyone was focused on the game so he gently stroked her hand with his fingers for a brief second, making sure no one could see. He wasn’t really into PDA, but given the hard time she’d had in the past two days, he wanted to make sure she was alright. The contact seemed to make her smile, though she kept on staring at the screen. He was so in love with that smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. At some point, she seemed a bit lost when it came to the rules so he took the opportunity to get even closer and whisper in her ears. It reminded him of the very beginning of their friendship, when he took every single opportunity to talk to her, whether it was to explain something about hip-hop or make a silly joke. Looking back, he may have had a crush from the very beginning…

After the game, which the Lions thankfully won, people stayed to have some pizza. Being busy talking to some D12 friends, he lost her for a moment. He found her in the garden with his daughters, playing with Nate’s kids. She was a natural with children and his nephews seemed to like her a lot. As soon as he spotted him, the youngest, who was about five, ran to him and jumped in his arms as he always did.

Uncle Marsh ! I like your girlfriend ! He said.

My girlfriend, huh ? He chuckled.

We tried to tell him that Y/N is not your girlfriend, Alaina giggled, but he wouldn't hear it.

What makes you think she’s my girlfriend ? He asked, curious.

You talked to her during the game, the boy said. You never talk to anyone during the game.

That’s because your uncle took pity on me and had to explain the rules, Y/N said with a smile.

Exactly. Come on, bud, you really think I could get a girl as pretty as her ? He asked playfully.

Yeah… Probably not, his nephew shrugged after a second of thought.

There you go, Stevie giggled.

That was… humbling to say the least. The girls burst out laughing and Y/N flashed a smile at him that warmed his heart. It took everything he had in him not to hug and kiss her. She was making him too soft for his own good, and he surprised himself thinking that he could not wait to be out with her as a couple. His brain was telling him to keep it reasonable, but the rest of him would simply not listen.

Can we play video games in the movie room ? His older nephew asked.

Sure, he said. I’ll help you set up in a second.

Y/N, will you play with me ? The youngest asked.

Of course, she answered. What are we playing ?

We should do a Mario Kart tournament, Stevie suggested.

Oh, I love that, Alaina said. We should do teams.

Boys against girls ? Hailie chimed in.

There’s only three boys and there are four girls, his nephew said. Uncle Marsh, can you play with us ?

I don’t know, he shrugged. I have guests.

Please ? His nephew asked with big pleading eyes.

Yeah, Dad, people don’t need you to eat pizza, Stevie said.

He’s probably just afraid to be humiliated, Y/N said teasingly.

Oooooh, his three daughters said in unison.

I like you, Y/N, Stevie said.

I told you she was great, Hailie giggled.

It’s on, he said. Boys, we’re destroying them, alright ?

The eight of them went to the movie room and started their tournament. Obviously, he was teaming up with children so it wasn’t a piece of cake. His oldest nephew was pretty good, but the two younger ones were… trying hard. He knew that it was what mattered, but he was still very much a sore loser. During one of the rounds, he played against Y/N.

Destroy him !!! Stevie encouraged her.

I’m your Dad, Marshall groaned. You should be rooting for me.

Go Y/N !!! Alaina yelled.

She ended up beating him, leading him to groan. His nephews were looking at him with an attitude.

You lost to a girl, the youngest said.

He lost to a legend, Y/N said with a grin.

Quit the attitude, he scolded her playfully.

As the others were playing, he whispered in her ear “You’re staying the night and I’m getting revenge”, leading her to blush.

A few hours later, everyone had left. Hailie had offered to give Y/N a ride home but he told her he would do it. He was intent on having his girl spend the night in his arms.

See ? He asked as they were eating some pizza leftovers. You survived.

It was great, she admitted. I had a good time.

Even if you ended up babysitting Nate’s kids ? He chuckled.

They’re so cute !!! She said.

You’re good with them, he said.

I can’t wait to have kids of my own, she said dreamily.

These words cause him to freeze. He knew she didn’t mean she wanted kids with him, nor that she wanted them now, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit panicky. Because, even if their relationship was new, he was intent on being with her. She was amazing and he would gladly spend the rest of his days with her. That’s how in love he was. However, he had sworn a long time ago that he would never remarry and that kids were out of the question. He was done with all of it. Something in his gut told him that he would have to have this conversation with her at some point. And judging how touchy the topic of kids and pregnancy seemed to be for her, he knew it would be a tough conversation to have.

THREE WEEKS LATER

He was spending the week-end with his girl, as usual. The plan was to spend a lot of time in bed, with as little clothes as possible. That is what she had suggested and he was happy to oblige. The only time they left the bedroom was to cook. They were in the kitchen, making pancakes. He was just wearing sweatpants and Y/N was in one of his tee-shirts, sitting on the marble counter, kissing him lazily when the doorbell rang. Being lazy, they had ordered some more food for their brunch. He grabbed a hoodie and put it on to go and get open the door to the delivery. Except it wasn’t a delivery guy. It was Hailie.

Hey Dad, she said happily.

Hay, he said in a surprised tone. What are you doing here ?

Have you seen my headphones ? She asked as she walked in. I’m recording a podcast episode tomorrow and I think I forgot them here.

Uh, maybe, he said. Look, right now isn’t a good time, I…

Babe ? He heard Y/N calling from the kitchen. Is the whipped cream finally here ? I can’t wait to have you-

HAILIE’S HERE, he yelled before his girlfriend said something absolutely inappropriate.

His daughter looked at him in a state of shock and walked to the kitchen before he could stop her. There, she found Y/N half naked.

Oh my God, Hailie said. Please tell me it’s a prank.

They all stared at each other in shock. It was definitely awkward, not to mention it was not how he wanted his daughter to find out about him dating Y/N.

I should go, his girlfriend said in a small voice.

Don’t you dare move, Hailie darted with anger in her voice and her eyes.

Look, Hay, Marshall began. Y/N and I…

I don’t need you to explain it to me, Dad. I think it’s pretty obvious. She has some explaining to do, though, she said as she motioned to his girlfriend. Is this why you broke up with Josh ?! To screw my FATHER ?!

Y/N looked like a deer in headlights. He wanted nothing but to appease the situation, although he had no clue how to do it.

Did you cheat on Josh ?! His daughter asked.

His girl didn’t say anything. Not that she had to. She was a terrible liar and the look on her face was giving her away.

Oh my God, Hailie said. I can’t believe I even felt sorry for you !!! I thought we could be friends but you’re just like anyone else… You see fame, money and you can’t jump on it fast enough, can you ?!

Hailie, that’s enough, he said.

No, it’s not, his daughter said as she looked back at him. Is this why you broke up with Nicole ?!

He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation.

Ok, let’s talk about this in the living room, he said.

Please get her to put clothes on, Hailie said as she rolled her eyes.

Yeah, I’ll… Whatever, Y/N mumbled before hurrying out of the room.

Minutes later, he was sitting on the couch across from Hailie who looked at him. She was clearly mad.

So… Your headphones are here, he said tentatively. You could have texted, you know ? I would have brought them to you.

When I moved out, you said this would always be my home and that I didn’t need to ask before coming over, she pointed out.

I did say that, he recalled sheepishly.

They stared at each other some more. The anger in his daughter’s eyes was breaking his heart. He could not stand to have his kids mad at him.

So… Are you mad at me for breaking up with Nicole ? He asked.

You said you liked her, Dad.

Yeah, she’s great. But I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with Y/N, he said calmly as he hoped she would understand that this was a serious relationship.

You told me she was your friend, when I confronted you about the pictures, Dad !!! You lied to me. You never do that.

I didn’t lie back then, he corrected. We started out as friends and it became… more. I was going to tell you girls eventually but it’s only been a few months and we wanted to take things slow.

Months ?! She asked in disbelief. So it’s serious ? She’s your… girlfriend ?

She is, he said. And she makes me really happy.

I’m going to puke, she warned.

What ?

He thought that clearing the air would make things better but, by the looks of it, he was wrong.

You can’t tell how wrong it is ?! She asked, almost screaming. My FATHER is dating someone MY AGE.

Look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but…

No “but”, Dad. It’s disgusting ! She said.

I know it’s a shock, Marshall said, and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want you to know that it’s serious. I’m in love with her. She makes me really happy.

So what ?! She scoffed. You’re going to marry her and we’re going to have to call her “Mom” ?! Are you planning on having kids too ? Because that wouldn’t be weird and twisted at all, right ?!

Calm down, please, he pleaded. Is that what it’s about ? You’re scared that I’m going to start a new family and replace you guys ? It ain’t happening, Hay.

I’m not five, she said as she rolled her eyes. I always rooted for you to find someone and be happy after Mom. Not someone creepy, though.

You told me you liked her, he said.

WHEN YOU SAID SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND. Not when she turned out to be a bitch who cheated on my best friend with my Dad ! You know she’s only interested in your money, right ?!

I know you’re angry, but the name-calling is out of line, Hailie, he said as he slightly raised his voice. And I understand the concern, but I can tell people’s intentions.

Whatever, Dad, she groaned. Are you paying for her stuff ? Are you her sugar daddy ? What’s her thing ? Handbags ? Shoes ?

They heard Y/N come into the room, a look of hurt on her face.

I never took a dime from him, Y/N said coldly.

Hailie and Y/N were staring at each other. His daughter was mad and his girlfriend was clearly insulted by the implication that she might be a gold-digger. His daughter had always been protective of him and he understood that. But he wished she could see and understand that their relationship was genuine and how happy Y/N made him.

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully, Y/N said, but don’t you dare imply that I’m with him because of his money or status. It’s just not true.

Like I can trust you, Hailie shot back.

I would never wrong him, his girlfriend said.

You being with him is wrong enough, Hailie scoffed.

Why ? He asked.

Let me think, his daughter said sarcastically. First of all, there’s the age thing. Obviously creepy. You’re old enough to be her dad. She should go to a therapist instead of dating. Then, there’s the fact that she made you break up with someone who was good for you. But let’s face the worst of it : she’s an addict.

She turned to Y/N.

Yeah, Josh told me about that, she continued. And if you think I’m going to condone a relationship that will put my Dad’s sobriety in jeopardy, you are sorely mistaken. I have been in the pits with him and I will not have you ruin him.

I’ve been sober for months, Y/N replied in her own defense.

And you expect me to clap for that ?! You’re still an addict. My father shouldn’t have to put up with your recovery and your mistakes. He has been through enough shit as it is.

Hailie, Marshall warned.

If you loved him, you would realize that you’re stalling him. And that it’s wrong. And I was here when you and Josh talked about kids and marriage. How you dream about having kids and being a wife. You know it’s not happening with Dad. I know it. He knows it, she continued.

Hailie, Marshall raised his voice again.

Dad, I love you, but I refuse to see you get used, or hurt, or both, she said as she looked him in the eyes.

Y/N, can you leave the room for a minute ? He asked gently. I need to talk to Hailie alone.

His girlfriend nodded and left the room. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were welling up with tears.

What was that ? He asked, confused as to what tone he should be using.

Dad, the idea of you relapsing is making me sick. Like, actually sick. I still have nightmares of the night I found you when I was 11, you know ? You’re my Dad. I can’t lose you.

You’re not losing me, baby, he said softly as he took her in his arms. I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been a lousy Dad, at times, and I put you kids and Mom through some tough shit, but it’s been fifteen years. I’m handling myself. I’m not relapsing.

What if she relapses ? You’re going to be the one handling that.

I know it’s scary, he said. I was worried about that too, at first. But she is strong and she is handling things very well. Much better than I did when I got sober.

You don’t need to plead her case, she said in an annoyed tone.

He sighed loudly. He hated the situation and the way he was handling it.

I’m sorry, he said. You shouldn’t be worried about your 51 year-old dad.

I forgave you a long time ago, she said. And I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy and healthy for as long as possible.

I know you probably don’t want to hear that right now, but my relationship makes me happy. And it’s healthy too. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Dad…

I know you’re going to need time, he continued. And you’re mad. I get it. But someday, I’d like to introduce Y/N to you guys as my girlfriend. Do you think you could be civil and give her a chance ?

Hailie grimaced and rolled her eyes.

I guess, she sighed. But just know that I will never forgive her for what she did to Josh. And if I’m civil doesn’t mean that I condone whatever is happening.

Ok, he sighed. That’s better than nothing, I guess. Can you please not talk about this to your sisters, please ?

Why ?

Because I think I should try and handle the situation a bit better than this conversation, he said. Let me be the dad, ok ?

If they ask, I’m not lying, she said.

Fine.

They both nodded in agreement.

And I think you owe Y/N an apology, he added.

Not doing that, she quickly replied.

You called her a bitch and a gold-digger. And we both know your Mim and I raised you better than that, he said sternly.

She groaned and she tried really hard not to chuckle. As unhappy as he was with his daughter’s behavior, he couldn't help but pick up on the resemblance with his own personality. He didn’t need a DNA test to know she was his. She was just as stubborn.

I should go, she said.

Don’t forget your headphones, he said with a slight smile. See you tomorrow ?

Only if she’s not there.

She won’t be, he assured her. Just us.

See you tomorrow, then, she said as she walked towards the door.

He walked her out and gave her a hug.

I love you, Hay.

I love you too, Dad.

She left and he closed the door as she got in her car. He went to the kitchen where he found Y/N eating pancakes.

Sorry I didn’t wait for you, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said as he sat beside her.

She didn’t say a word and stared at her plate.

We should probably talk about all of this, he sighed.

Do we though ? She asked. I think it’s pretty clear : Hailie hates me, she thinks I’m an awful person and she made some pretty valid points.

What do you mean ? He asked.

She’s right, Marshall. On the fact that I might stall you and cause you to relapse. That I’m not age-appropriate for you. And… On the fact that you don’t want to marry or have kids ?

She said the last sentence with so much sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. He did not want to have this conversation, but somehow, he had to. That was probably the worst Saturday he’d had in a while.

Don’t you think it’s a bit early to talk about babies and marriage ? He said awkwardly.

Let’s be real though : it’s not something you want, is it ?

It’s not, he confirmed. I’ve done the marriage thing, I’ve had my kids… I’m done with that.

But I do want these things, she said. And I’m not saying I want them right now. But I guess that raises the point of where our relationship is going… Because I love you, and if we keep this going… I’m going to want them with you.

Right, he said as a lump formed in his throat.

I love you, Marshall, she said.

I love you too, baby, he replied. I love you so much.

She stared at him with tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tight. He knew where this conversation was going and he hated it.

Maybe we should break up, she sobbed.

Don’t do this, he pleaded. Not now. Not ever. Please, Y/N…

I love you but it can’t work, she whispered.

Give it some thought, ok ? Hailie just left and you’re not in your right mind. And me neither. Don’t break up with me. Please, he pleaded.

I’m sorry, she said as she burst into tears in his arms.

He felt some tears rolling on his own cheeks. That was much more emotion than what he could handle. He held on to her, stroking her cheeks and her hair. She leaned into his embrace.

I don’t want it to be over, she whispered. I love you so much.

As long as you want to be here with me, it won’t be over, he said.

Please, don’t make it more difficult than it has to be, she pleaded. Please.

I’ll take any time I can have with you, Y/N. Whether it’s hours or years.

He knew he couldn’t persuade her to stay and that she had her reasons. But he could not let her go. Not yet. Not now.

It’s so hard, she whispered.

You said you’re mine, he said. Do you remember ?

I’ll always be yours, Marshall, she sobbed. I was yours from the moment we met.

He kissed her passionately. If it had to be the last time his lips would meet hers, he would seize the moment and make it last. She kissed him back, hungrily and sloppily. They were about to part ways but their bodies seemed glued to each other.

Let me make love to you, he pleaded. One last time. I need you.

Ok, she whispered.

He didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table where he started to undress her.

Where do you want me ? She asked.

Everywhere.

In all his years of being sexually active, he never undressed a woman so slowly. He made sure to imprint every detail, every sensation in his brain. He wanted the memories to last forever. He kissed every inch of her skin, ran his fingers through every strand of her hair. For an amount of time that seemed infinite, he made love to her in every corner of the house. The kitchen, the living room, the movie theater, the home gym and even the pool. It felt as if he was making love to her for the first time, rediscovering her body, her sweet spots… He could never get enough of her but somehow, he had to. The lovemaking was slow yet intense, sometimes tearful. Overall, it was messy and beautiful. They were both panting, about to pass out. Tears were running on their cheeks, both from climaxing, sadness and exhaustion. They were in bed, intertwined.

I don’t think I can go for any more rounds, Y/N said with sadness in her voice.

He hummed in response before kissing her hair and holding her tightly against him.

Don’t go just yet, he pleaded.

I have to, she whispered.

One last shower ? He offered with puppy eyes.

Make it a bath ? She negotiated.

It’ll last longer, he agreed.

They silently went to the bathroom and cuddled in the warm water. He kept on kissing her chastely, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he could be expected to let go of her.

Thank you, Marshall whispered in her ear.

For what ?

For the past four months. For the past year. For indulging me. For… absolutely everything, he said emotionally.

Thank you, she replied.

What will become of us ? He asked.

I thought I was pretty clear, she said, obviously unsure of what he meant.

No, I get it, he chuckled softly. But… Are we going back to being friends ?

I don’t know, she admitted.

I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N, he said. As hard as I try… I can’t.

I guess we can give it a try.

They looked at each other in agreement, sadness in their eyes. It was the weirdest breakup he ever had.

You can still change your mind, he said tentatively.

Marshall, she whispered. Please.

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right ? He chuckled. For real though, call me in twenty years and I’ll be there, ok ?

I’ll visit you in the nursing home, she chuckled.

Brat, he said lovingly before kissing her shoulder.

Don’t wait for me, though, she said. You deserve to be happy. Find a nice lady your daughters approve of.

I don’t want to think of anybody else, Y/N, he said. Not right now. Not ever. I’d rather become a monk.

Sorry I brought that up, she said sheepishly.

The water started to get cold and she started shivering. They got out and he wrapped her in a robe before hugging her.

I should go pack my stuff, she said. I have hundreds of things lying around here.

I’ll bring it to you later, he said. Don’t worry about that.

I think it might be easier to do it now, she said. For closure.

I’ll help you, he mumbled.

They spent about an hour gathering the many, many things Y/N had left at his place. Marshall had become so used to it that he hadn’t realized that some of the stuff wasn’t his. While she was busy downstairs, he hid her favorite hoodie of his in her bag. He wouldn’t wear it anymore anyway, so she might has well have it, to remember him by. He also shamelessly stole her bottle of perfume and hid it in a drawer in his closet, just in case he would need to smell her. He knew himself well enough to know he might get that sentimental.

I think I’m all set, she said. I’ll get a cab.

Don’t be stupid, he said. It’s the middle of the night. I will drive you home.

He went to open the door but she grabbed his arm and faced him.

As long as we’re in the house, it’s not totally over, right ? She asked nervously.

It’s not, he said.

Ok then.

She got on her tippy toes and kissed him for the last time. It was a chaste, soft peck on the lips. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. There it was. Their farewell as lovers. As he felt a knot form in his stomach, he was not sure how he would ever recover from this.

#eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #eminem fanfiction #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #slim shady #eminem #marshall mathers #marshall mathers headcanons

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egrets-not-regrets · 8 months ago

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Translation: Mine, Yours

Some words are better translated using body language. Warning: Erriox/Lenora smut.

Dialogue spoken in High Gothic is in bolded italics.

Author's note: Short and smutty. Also cw: SMUT. My piece for #mating press march. Hope it's hot enough. Lol.

OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior); Lenora

Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

“You will smell of no one but me. Speak no one else’s name but mine. Think of no one but me. You are mine. Mine to have. Mine to claim.” Erriox growled into her ear. Each squelching thrust emphasizing each sentence.

Mine. Mine. Mine… was all Lenora could hear. She whimpered. All she could smell was him. All she could feel was him. He was her Astartes. Her Iron Warrior. Her Erriox. Her mind spiraled, threatening to drown her in the pleasure of it all.

“Look at me. Who do you belong to?” His stormy blue eyes bored straight into her soul.

She scrambled to put together a coherent thought, “You...”

“In Gothic!” He snarled, snapping his hips.

Back arching, eyes rolling into her head, Lenora mewled, “I’m yours…! I belong to you…”

Not satisfied with her response, “Louder!” He commanded. Bullying his cock into her gummy walls, angling so he would hit that sweet spot that left her screaming. Driving home his message. “Who do you belong to?”

Lenora wailed, “Aanngh! You! Erriox! I belong to you!” Her overstimulated, sex-addled brain could barely register what she was saying. She could feel the stretch of his length filling her; feel the mess of slick and his cum between them dripping down her thighs, wetting the bedspread underneath. She whined. Her leg kicked out helplessly as she tried to hook her leg around him, trying to draw herself closer. Her fingers digging into his arms, trying to ground herself in some way. Erriox snarled, pinning her hips to the bed, relentlessly pushing her towards the edge.

“Beg for it.”

Her eyes flicked up towards him, fierce and angry, having had enough of his teasing, “No! No more!” She snarled back. And promptly pulled herself to him and sank her teeth into the meat of his shoulder.

Erriox yanked her head back by her hair. He grinned fiercely, teeth baring, “You call that a bite?” He scoffed. He drove his cock into her roughly and deeply, groaning as he felt her tighten around him with each punishing thrust. He knew that she enjoyed that as much as he did.

“Let me…” he grunted, “show you…” another thrust, another moan, “…what a proper bite is!” He bit down hard into the side of her neck, breaking skin. Lenora keened wordlessly, clamping down onto him as pain and pleasure threw her over the edge. Himself, following not long after, swallowing her moans with a searing kiss. His arms grasped her tightly as he painted her insides with his seed.

They lay there nestled into one another, sweaty foreheads pressed together, slowly coming down from their high. Lenora let out a shuddering breath, “That was… intense,… but god… that was good.” Ending in a giggle. She pressed her lips to his, sweet and loving. Erriox chuckled as he returned her affections, preening at her compliment. He then lathed his tongue over his bite mark, tasting the iron in her blood as he cleaned the wound. Erriox wasn’t into biting and drinking blood as intensely as his Blood Angel cousins, but he could admit that there was something darkly satisfying about biting and marking his Lenora.

He nuzzled her, nosing against her cheek, “Are you alright?”

Warm brown eyes met his stormy blue, “I’m ok.” Lenora nuzzled back, “Thank you…” she murmured, before claiming his lips again. Wrapping her arms around his neck.

Erriox purred contentedly as he pressed deeper into her kiss; one hand sliding down the small of her back, the other giving her ass an affectionate squeeze before pulling her body in ever closer. He pulled away slightly, lips brushing hers, rumbling, “I am yours as you are mine.”

Smiling, Lenora kissed his scarred lips as she breathed, “I’m yours for as long as you are mine.”

#cw smut #mating press march #space marine husbandry sentience #oc: erriox #oc: lenora #iron warriors

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blowflyfag · 10 months ago

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WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT/FEDERATION MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 1996

MOMMY? Is the Mystery of Mankind Beginning to Unravel?

A Special Report By the Informer

IS GOLDUST MANKIND’S MOMMY?

You read that right! I’m on the verge of breaking the hottest scoop of the century… I think!!! Even though my reputation may be on the line, this is just to JUICY to pass up!!!

OK, are you ready? My eyes and ears have told me, the Informer, that not only is Mankind living in the basement of Goldust’s Hollywood estate, BUT the “bizarre one” actually has the “dementated soul” under his complete control! How you asked? Perhaps by having him convinced that he is… his long lost… MOMMY!!! NORMAN BATES, MOE OVER!!! This situation makes the relationship between you and your deceased mother look like Mrs. Cleaver and the Beav!!!

I must say that at first I, the Informer, didn’t even believe it myself. Goldust and Mankind? RuPaul and Hannibal Lector? COME ON!!! Can you imagine the conversation over a cup of expresso?

“Mankind, what do you think of my new wig?”

“Oh, I think it’s lovely. But, it would look even better… WITH THE HAIR PULLED OUT OF IT!!!”

Talk about an odd couple? They would make Feliz and Oscar look like the Olsen twins!!! But wait, let’s not be so hasty with our judgments. Let’s stop and ask ourselves this question: Beneath it all… are they “really” that different? Is it possible that there might be more similarities than they would want us to believe? Let’s look a bit more closely, shall we?

First and foremost, it is a fact that Goldust and Mankind are loners. They have no friends… nor do they want any. As a matter of fact, much of their companionship actually takes place “inside” the ring, rather than “outside”. True, Holdust does have Marlena, but first of all she is of the opposite sex… we think. And second, their relationship is of a business nature, not personal…. We think. Mankind, on the other claw, is definitely friendless. That is unless you consider George, his rat who by the way I’ve heard died recently. However, just because he’s dead doesn't necessarily mean that he’s not still Mankind’s best friend, by any stretch of the imagination! Now the psyches of Goldust and Mankind are comparable in various ways. Both are masters of the mind game… in their own “special” way, of course. Where Goldust likes to frolic within the psychologically bizarre realm of sexuality, Mankind takes a more strait-jacketed approach. He likes to come off as being just plain nuts. Both live in fantasy worlds–Goldust in the lights, camera and action of La-La Land… Mankind in his safe haven known as the boiler room. They both offer very unique and mysterious backgrounds. The truth is–we know very little about either individual, largely due to the fact that neither has told us anything! What “really” makes Goldust tick? Did something happen in his childhood that sent him to super-bizarredom? Does he have any legitimate acting experience? If not, how the heck did he get himself on the red carpet area on Oscar night? And Mankind? Now here’s a jigsaw puzzle that lacks a straight border. The music, the claw, the mask, the cellar, the… MOMMY?

MOMMY… here’s where the mystery begins. If you don’t already know by now, Goldust and Mankind wrestled as a tag team at some house shows back in the late summer, early fall. The Bizarre and the Demented. OK, nothing wrong with that. Sometimes wrestlers do team up even though they may have nothing in common. Case in point–the opponents of this troubled team were none other than the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels and everybody’s favorite dead man, the Undertaker. Now here’s the wacky part–weeks prior to the match, Goldust and Mankind were cutting a couple of interviews talking about the upcoming matches. Keep in mind these interviews only ran in the markets where the matches were taking place. In other words… only a few people saw them. Anyway, through the entire cuts, Mankind was referring to Goldust as… MOMMY. You got that? MOMMY! But wait, it gets even sicker! The three of us–me and my own two eyes–witnessed Mankind actually BURYING HIS HEAD IN GOLDUST’s BOSOM in search of some peace, love, and understanding!!!

Now you tell me, kitty-cats, what the H-E… double toothpicks is going on here?!!! Has Goldust outpsyched the psycho into believing that he’s his… MOMMY?! OR is this just another chapter in their well-scripted psychology handbook? What do you think? Do you think I know? WELL, I MIGHT!!!

The following day after this goose-bumping incident, my top informer informed me, the Informer, that SON has moved into MOTHER’S mansion!!! That’s right! They share the same CELLAR!!! Now this shocking detail has in no way, shape or form been confirmed yet. HOWEVER, I was told just last night by the GREAT (his opinion, not the Informer’s) VIC VENOM, the next month… in this very magazine,,, he plans on bringing you inside the mansion of Goldust in his exclusive “Lifestyles of the Rich and Filthy Rich”! So now the question is will Venom be the reporter he says he is and take us in the cellar of the Goldust estate so that we can find out the truth for ourselves? OR will snake breath slither out of the entire situation by keeping the basement door LOCKED?!

Tune in next month!!! Until next time…this has been the Informer.

THIS JUST IN!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!! AS OF PRESS TIME, I HAVE JUST LEARNED THAT GOLDUST MAY HAVE COME CLEAN WITH MANKIND! A SOURCE INFORMED ME, THE INFORMER, THAT GOLDUST MAY HAVE RECENTLY EXPLAINED TO MANKIND THAT HE INDEED IS NOT HIS MOMMY, BUT… SABLE IS!!!

THIS STORY JUST GETS WEIRDER BY THE MINUTE!!!

STAY TUNED!!!

#goldust #mankind #gay people #wwf #world wrestling federation #magazine scan #magazine transcript #wwf magazine #also this is totally vince russo #i know his shitty fucking writing anywhere #his random caps #his multiple !!!!! i know its you mother fucker you cant hide from me #they should have had a gay person write this btw goldust is no Rupaul hes a Divine cmon be real #honestly mankind is so real for all this shit tbh id be calling goldust mommy too #WWF magazine 1990s #1990s #1996

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boundbyeclipse · 1 day ago

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Ok so hear me out

Omg do that again with Jason...

heaven's on fire

genre : smut

word count : 1762

tags : praising, shy!reader, female!reader, soft!jason, public sex, car sex, protected sex, kind of a meh plot

from the prompt list : 6. "oh my god, do that again"

a/n : i loved the idea of the reader not having too much experience along with a softie Jason, who's guiding her and praising her.

“How much longer? My ass hurts from sitting”

“Just a little bit more, the gas station should be about five minutes away now”

After being in the car for the past hour or so, you began to feel pain in certain areas of your body and desperately wanted to get out for at least a little bit. Stretching and walking was a necessity right now, even if you still had another hour ahead of you until you’re finally home.

Driving all the way from one city to another wasn’t easy since Jason needed to perform at different locations. And since you two were quite a fresh couple for a few months now, he asked if you maybe wanted to have a little trip so that you both could spend more time together. Without a doubt, you agreed and packed some stuff to hit the road. It was also such a perfect timing because it was summertime and you had just finished college. Things couldn’t get any better, right?

Speaking of your not so long relationship with Jason, you haven’t experienced much before with anyone. Sure, few dates here and there, then that one guy you dated but it didn’t work out, well, it was something, but not a lot. That’s why Jason wanted to give you the most out of this relationship, show you things you haven’t seen, give you the attention, love and care, take you to places, and most importantly - make it last. And you haven’t ever felt this happy.

“Here it is” he said, making a turn to park the car at the gas station.

“God, finally. Can we also go grab something to eat? I’m actually starving” you said, rubbing your stomach in the meantime.

“Of course” he gave you a smile and you both went inside the store.

Your body was hurting from sitting in the car and it was tough for you to kneel down for the lower shelves, so you had to bend down. But what you didn’t know was that Jason was right behind you, and you accidentally bumped into his front with your butt.

“Shoot, I’m sorry” you whisper-yelled and laughed at him, covering your mouth with a hand.

Jason licked his lips and took a step aside, seemingly laughing too, but it also kind of looked like he was taken aback.

“Hopefully no one saw that” you murmured and picked up some chocolate bars from that lowest shelf, getting back into standing position as you flashed a look at your boyfriend.

He coughed, “Um, are you getting anything else? I grabbed this” he showed you a wrapped up sandwich and an energy drink.

Your eyes widened.

“I need that”

He giggled at your expression and followed you around until you were done picking the food, then paying for everything.

“Can we just eat while standing? I can still feel the aches”

“Of course, but first we should park a bit further so that people can get their gas”

After you both got outside and began eating, Jason couldn’t help but stare at you with that interesting look in his eyes. The clothes you were wearing weren’t too helpful, he began to think of stuff that he probably shouldn’t think about right now. You’re in the gas station, still on the road. But still an hour away from home. God, calm down, Jason, he thought to himself.

“Everything okay, babe?” you asked, snapping him out of his mind.

“Oh- Y-yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “you look really gorgeous”

His compliment made your cheeks warm as you blushed, trying to hold back a big smile that wanted to break out so badly. You loved how he appreciated your beauty, even if it made you shy and giddy. And maybe it’s because no one has actually given you such a compliment before.

“Thank you,” you looked at him for a second before darting your eyes away, lacking bravery.

He found it so cute how you got shy and vulnerable, it was one of the main reasons why he liked you so much. But this time he just couldn’t hold it together, he knew you had very little experience in some things, were shy, but how you looked and how you accidentally bumped against him earlier just knocked him off of his feet. Not literally, of course.

Once you got back into the car, Jason couldn’t get himself to start the car.

“Jason, something’s not quite right. Talk to me, hm?” you said, taking his large hand in yours. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he did, eyes looking through the front window.

“It’s going to sound really silly and maybe stupid, but the way you backed up on me in that store… It actually made me feel things” he spoke up, looking over at you to see your face. Your lips parted and you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were right behind me. Let’s head home and I’ll help you out with my unskilled ass” you laughed it off and went on to put the seatbelt on, but his hand stopped you, trapping your body in your seat.

His face was just inches away from yours, his curly locks in his face as he looked at your lips for a moment.

“I can’t wait another hour, love. I need you right now” he pleaded, scanning your face for a reaction. Your breathing became quicker with the tension in the air, heat growing between your thighs as Jason’s hand found it’s way on your hip. It slowly rubbed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jason,” you whispered, “kiss me”

You could not resist. It was impossible to hold back when he was touching you like that, looking at you like that and turning you on so much. It was kind of risky to do all of this next to the gas station, but Jason wouldn’t have parked the car in this dark spot if he didn’t have any thoughts. And he did, because he knew there was no way he could wait it out until you’re home.

He kissed you so passionately, a little rough, but not too harsh, as his hand found its way in between your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your core really lightly. It left you squirming in the leather seat breathing heavier each second, the need growing quickly. Jason groaned as he could not hold it in anymore, reaching to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Falling back into his seat as he unbuckled his jeans, he took his hard length out, stroking it up and down before rolling the condom down.

You watched him for a moment, thoughts racing in your head as you felt shy all of a sudden. Maybe even a little embarrassed. It’s not that you haven’t ever seen it or touched it, because you have. It was another thing.

You have never been on top before.

“Come here, please, I want to feel you around me” Jason said, looking at you with his eyes half shut and head thrown against the back of the seat.

“I’ve never been on top” you admitted.

“It’s okay, I’ll guide you, baby”

With all the strength in you, you removed your skirt and tights, leaving underwear on because you knew Jason loved it. He had a thing for that.

You climbed on top, and Jason aligned his pulsating tip with your entrance, letting you know it’s okay for you to sink down. As he filled your insides up, you let out a shaky whimper, your hands wrapping around his neck as you intertwined them, hesitating to move at first. But Jason placed his hands on your hips and dug the nails into your skin, moving you back and forth as he helped you out. And being on top felt way too good for you, maybe even better than your usual pose that had you under him. You could feel his tip hitting the right spot each time you rolled your hips, the knot in your stomach building quicker than it ever had before.

To your surprise, this was better than you had ever anticipated. You could only ask yourself why you always felt so shy about it. Because this was heavenly.

Riding him and getting lost in the moment, you unconsciously squeezed around his length which made him moan louder than usual, gaining a tighter grip on your skin.

“Oh my god, do that again” he breathed with a smile on his smile, attacking your breasts with kisses and sucking on the hardened nipples.

“D-do what?” you could barely talk due to the ecstatic feeling you were drowning in at the moment.

“Squeeze around me, baby”

You did it, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend that vibrated through your body as he still had your flesh in between his teeth.

“You’re doing so well, keep going” he praised you, hands sliding up and down your back until they squeezed your butt as a sign to give him more of that feeling.

“Just like that”

Hearing him praise you like that only made you pick up the pace and reach your high sooner, you found it hard to be patient, you needed that release as much as Jason did.

And just a few moments later, you came around his length, covering your mouth, walls throbbing as you coated him with your juices, body jolting with pleasure. Jason was almost there too, telling you to not stop and moaning to you how good of a girl you are. The sounds he made drove you crazy, it’s like you could cum right then and there off of his voice alone.

He finally filled the condom up and you got off of him, watching his chest go up and down as Jason was getting his breath back.

“So,” he spoke in between breaths, “did you like it?”

“Yes” you said while fixing yourself and your clothes.

“See? You shouldn’t be so shy” he threw the used condom in a small space where he put trash.

You nodded, giggling to yourself.

“Let’s head back home, dummy. I might want to try that again. But in a more comfortable environment, you know” you suggested, and Jason shot you a look of surprise as he stopped what he was doing for a second.

“Didn’t expect you to come out of your shell like that” he smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. You snickered.

“Drive, dummy, we gotta get home”

#metallica smut #metallica fic #metallica fics #jason newsted smut #jason newsted fic #jason newsted fics #jason newsted x reader

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lorifragolina · 2 months ago

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The brother of the bride

Hello! the fifth fic for the @harringrovesummerbingo is here! This time I read a post on facebook and thought, how can I Harringrove it?

And this is the result! I hope you like it!!

Title: The brother of the bride

Square & Prompt: A3 "Bare feet"

Rating: General

Word Count: 1471

Major Tags: fluff, first kiss

Summary:It's Max wedding, and Billy is the man of the house, in his duty of brother of the bride. Love is in the air, and would Billy have some of it for him? Read it on AO3

Billy fastened his cufflinks and smoothed his jacket for the last time.

Stunning, as always. He loved the sage tone of his tie, it really enhanced his eyes, although he would never tell it to the shitbird. He sprayed a last touch of hairspray on his already perfect curls, took the bouquet and left the room.

“Knock knock, can I?”

He knocked to the room at the end of the hallway, and Max raised her head and smiled at him.

She was beautiful. Billy had fussed at every shop and try, but deep down he really enjoyed the dress hunting with his sister and that dress was absolutely perfect, silky and not too feminine as she liked, with some lace accent and the sage details.

The bridesmaids were giving the last touches, and he went kissing Jane and Erica before hugging his sister tight.

“You’re beautiful,” he smiled.

She had her eyes lightly glossy, but she was his shitbird, after all.

“Did you have any doubts?” she looked at herself proudly in the mirror.

“Absolutely not,” he kissed her forehead and gave her the flowers. Max nodded, looking again at them in the mirror.

“It’s time. You’re ready, Max?” Said Jane. She was the maid of honor, so she checked that everything was on its site and touched the heart shaped necklace she was wearing, matching the one Maw was wearing. They hugged and the bridesmaids went to the chapel to open the parade.

Billy gave his arm to the bride, they walked giggling until the entrance of the chapel, then Max became serious and the music started.

Lucas was already at the altar with his older brother at his side, and Billy shook the hand of both before giving a last hug to the bride.

“You are still on time to call it off,” he mocked, being sure Lucas heard too.

“Bitch,” giggled Max, and Billy took his site at the maid of honor's side.

The ceremony was intense and touching, almost all of the guests ended up in tears, then cheering and clapping, and finally they all got together to the reception.

Max and Lucas chose a hotel near Hawkins with a big garden and a pool that was welcomed on that hot day of summer. Billy greeted the guests, old and new friends of the couple, and he smiled when Steve came and stretched his hand.

“Nice to see you, Billy. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it for the rehearsal dinner”.

“No, don’t worry, it was only for the close family. But I’m glad you can make it today”.

Steve nodded and reached more people to say hello to. Billy looked around trying to see who was his plus one, but he was cheering only with Dustin and Robin at the moment, so he sighed, turned his head and kept doing his duties as the man of the house.

He was a little drunk after enjoying the free drink a bit too much; he needed a smoke, so he stole a bottle of champagne, left the hall and walked alone in the dusk to the poolside, that was empty at the moment, all the guests were dancing to old songs he remembered from his teen era.

He was happy for Max, although he kept pretending he didn’t like Sinclair; he had enjoyed all the preparation and even bear his sometime hysterical sister; he had been proud to walk her down the aisle, even if they lived already together for a long time: he felt his sister, and ok, even Lucas deserved a celebration of his love. Twelve years was a big, big goal indeed.

He reached the pool, took off his shoes, rolled up the trousers and sat at the side with his feet in the water. He giggled alone, flopping his feet a little, like a child, then fished a cig on his pocket, blowing the smoke at the sky and looking at the red clouds in it.

“Hey”.

Steve emerged from the bushes at the bottom of the garden, with guilt in his face.

“Don’t tell me you were peeing out there, I thought you were trained to live inside,” said Billy.

Steve giggled nervously.

“How funny, you didn’t change at all,” he answered, shaking his head. He pointed at the joint he had in his fingers.

“Well now you have been caught, come here and share. They are all busy”, Billy patted the spot at his side.

“And don’t you dance?”

Billy pointed his cig too. “I needed a break.

Steve nodded, understanding. “Me too”.

Billy lit the joint with his zippo and Steve passed it to him after the first drag.

“So bland, Harrington, I remember you used to smoke stronger things, or my memory is wrong?”

Again, Steve giggled nervously.

“I’m older now, a bad hangover lasts three days”.

“Oh, come on, we’re the same age and I can party all weekend”.

Steve laughed and they smoked a little in silence.

“So, Harrington,” Billy leaned on his hands looking at the sky, feeling the smoke kicking in. “I didn’t see your plus one, why didn’t you introduce me?”

“Mpf, you know very well I’m here alone,” Steve turned his face to look directly at him.

“Oooh, too bad��.

“Stop mocking me, you’re here alone too”.

“Harrington, I’m here as the brother of the bride, I’m the man in charge and I suppose to be here alone, I’m on duty,” Billy snapped all the sentences in a really serious way, but stumbled a little in his words, and Steve bursted out laughing. “There’s nothing to laugh about, I’m serious”, he insisted, and Steve stopped giggling, looking at him with a strange look.

Billy turned his face away, embarrassed, and reached for the bottle, drinking straight to the bottle. He passed it to Steve then and he had a good slug too.

“It’s funny,” he murmured to himself.

“What’s funny?” Steve stared at him again.

“Nothing”.

“Come on, dude…” Steve offered him the bottle again, and Billy chugged. He felt his head a little lighter and his guard was a little down.

“One… one of the last times we saw each other back in the day was… at your pool party in 1986, do you remember?”

“Yeah… we were drinking like this, and Max was everywhere with that damn Polaroid, she was so annoying… and look at her now… photographer for the National Geographic, and even married”.

Billy chuckled.

“I still have one of those photos,” those words felt between them, lingering in the heavy silence after. Steve didn’t say anything, and Billy chugged again. “I had a fucking big crush on you at the time, Harrington,” he giggled, looking the stars that began to appear in the sky.

Steve held his breath for a time that seemed extremely long to him.

“I… I had a hard crush on you too,” he whispered. Billy suddenly looked at him, widening his eyes, and Steve blushed, lowering his eyes. “I… I thought you were so out of my league…”

“Bullshit,” said Billy with a gravelly voice. “You were out of my league… I was trash and you were straight”.

It was Steve’s turn to chuckle. “I filled up my senior year diary with you… and I still have that photo too,” he added sweetly, suddenly aware of what they had just confessed to each other.

Billy was looking at the ground, blushing,

“You… you’re mocking me,” said Billy.

“No… not at all. You have always been my secret crush”.

“And you have always been mine,” whispered Billy, his eyes glossy, looking finally inside Steve’s.

Billy moved towards him, and Steve closed his eyes.

The shriek and the splash made them jump. They didn’t notice that the music stopped and all the guests were leaving the hall and the first bold guy had already jumped in the water.

Billy stood and lent a hand to Steve, helping him to stand again too.

“Come on,” Billy grabbed Steve’s hand and they ran to the bottom of the garden, between an elegant group of trees, forgetting the bottle and their shoes.

The fresh touch of the grass on their bare feet made Billy cry and giggle, and they stopped, one in front of the other, looking at each other lovingly, an expectant smile on both faces.

“What if I asked you to marry me right now, Harrington?” Billy took him in his arms, raising his chin, terribly moved.

“I do,” answered Steve with a trembling voice.

The kiss was the most magical, wonderful, amazing kiss both of them ever had, and it seemed to last forever.

“I love you, princess. I have always loved you”.

“Me too, Billy. I have always loved you too, and I’ll love you forever”.

They kissed again, and it was even more stunning than before.

#stranger things #writing #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fanfic #hsb2024

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2baddiesfanfics · 2 months ago

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Battle Scars

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Scars, Hurt/Comfort, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Curses

Summary:

Ten years have passed since Nobara and Yuji’s fight with Eso and Kechizu, yet the evidence of the brothers’ Decay Rot Technique still periodically squirms beneath her skin. When the rose patterned curse starts to reappear, how will she hide it from her girlfriend? The real question is - does she need to hide it?

*Note: All characters in our fics are 18+*

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Fucking shit. Not again!

Nobara stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her fingers softly tracing the remnants of the mark of that damn curse. Ten years had passed since her and Yuji’s fight with Eso and Kechizu, yet the evidence of the brothers’ Decay Rot Technique still periodically squirmed beneath her skin.

At first, it was barely noticeable – a ghost of a scar that seemed to reappear after moments of high adrenaline and then disappear after her heart rate stabilized. More recently, however, she couldn’t pin down the trigger. Happy, sad, mad…it didn’t matter. There was no rhyme or reason to it and it was getting more and more difficult to hide from the one person she couldn’t reveal it to no matter what.

“Babe? I’m back. Megumi wanted me to tell you he said ‘hey,’” a familiar voice shouted from the entrance of the apartment they shared.

Oh god! Perfect fucking timing.

She scrambled to find a way to cover her face. Something, anything. The footsteps grew louder.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

“Nobara?” Maki’s calm, cool voice called her name as she rapped on the bathroom door.

“Uh…just a minute! Finishing up. Wanted to make sure I was fresh out of the shower for you when you got home!” the girl quickly lied, trying to buy herself more time. She knew she was being ridiculous. This was the woman who had fought by her side time and again. They had both seen each other bloodied and raw in battle. But those injuries had been temporary. Deep down, Nobara was scared lifeless at the fact this could become permanent.

She had always felt a strong sense of pride in her looks. Some might call it vanity, sure. Perhaps it would have been if it was only for her own sake. After she and Maki had become more than friends, however, she knew she’d be making appearances at large events on the arm of the Zenin heir. To be flawed in any way would only make the woman’s already very complex situation even more problematic.

“Are you ok? You don’t sound like yourself.”

“Yup! Yep. Just…uh…” her eyes shot around the bathroom looking for an excuse. She yanked a large towel from the rack and threw it over her head. Draping part of it over the tainted side of her face, she turned out the light and opened the door.

“Just need to dry my hair for a bit. The humidity is killing me,” she murmured as she quickly walked away from her.

“So…no ‘hi, I missed you?’ Normally you’re all over me the second I walk through the door,” Maki said, a tinge of disappointment in her voice as she reached for the other girl’s wrist. Nobara jerked her arm away far quicker than she had meant to and the towel unraveled and dropped to the floor before she could readjust it.

“Nobara! What the fuck! Did I do something to upset you? What the hell is wr-?” Maki’s eyes shot open as she stretched out her hand to brush her cheek. “Oh my god…what happened?”

Tears pooled in the younger woman’s eyes. “I-I…I didn’t know how to tell you. You’ve been dealing with so much lately. I didn’t want you to think this is permanent. I have no idea why this keeps happening…”

Maki interrupted her by pulling her into an embrace. Nobara buried her face into her shoulder, holding onto her as sobs wracked her body. “Hey now, hey now. Breathe, baby. Something as superficial as this would never change how I feel about you. I’ve got plenty of scars myself. It comes with the territory of being a jujutsu sorcerer,” she consoled her as her hand rubbed her back in rhythmic circles.

Nobara looked up at her searching for reassurance. “P-promise?” Maki walked her over to the bed they shared and pulled her to sit between her legs. Hugging her from behind, she spoke calmly.

“Promise. I remember the night you came home from that battle quite vividly. It was actually the moment I fell for you.” Nobara smacked her hands wrapped around her waist.

“If you’re gonna be a dick about this I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

Maki squeezed her tighter. “I’m being dead serious, babe. At first, I was scared out of my mind because you had fucking nails embedded in your arm.” She felt Nobara chuckle nervously against her chest. “You were clearly ready to sacrifice yourself for your friends. Your Straw Doll Technique is absolutely insane. There’s no way I could counter it.” The younger woman relaxed in her arms at this praise.

“…Go on.”

“You must have been riding the high from the fight because you had this look in your eyes…like you would devour me if I got too close.”

Nobara felt her pulse quicken, her self-consciousness quickly shifting to confidence.

“I’m used to surviving on physical strength alone. But when your gaze met mine that evening, that rose pattern etched across your face and down your arm…I wanted you to spend that entire night showing me I might not have been as strong as I once thought,” she explained. “As a matter of fact…” Maki leaned down closer, her lips brushing the shell of her ear. “…now might be a good chance to make that a reality.”

The feeling of her breath hot on her skin activated something deep inside of Nobara. Whether it was the curse or something else entirely, she didn’t know. The younger woman reeled on her, pinning her to the mattress by her wrists. “If I would have known you felt that way, this night would have started much differently.”

Before Maki could reply, she captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Her body thrummed with unfamiliar sensation, her senses heightened by the power that coursed through her. She pried her lips open, her tongue seeking the warm wetness she’d tasted countless times but could never get enough of.

Nobara’s hands tightened around her wrists, the desire to overpower and consume her stronger than it had ever been before.

“Fuck…ahh! N-nobara…” Maki choked out as she felt the woman’s teeth sink into the tender skin of her neck. Her girlfriend had always been intense, but it wasn’t often she found herself beneath her.

“Mmmm, sorry. I just can never get enough of you,” Nobara murmured against her skin. “You taste so fucking good.” Her hands slithered down her body, disappearing underneath Maki’s shirt. The warm skin of her palms caressing her breasts made Maki sigh in contentment.

“What, not going to put up any kind of fight? Normally I have to beg you for a chance to top,” Nobara whispered wickedly.

“Oh, trust me…after a mission…sometimes it’s nice to be the one being ravaged…” Maki replied. Desire burned in the eyes of the woman on top of her at the suggestion.

“Be careful what you wish for. Now then. My hands are going to be quite busy, so I’ll need something to keep you from misbehaving…ah, yes,” she said as she whipped Maki’s shirt up and over her head. Wrapping it around the woman’s wrists, she tied a knot just strong enough to hold without cutting off her circulation.

Nobara gently raked her nails down her sides causing Maki to squirm. Maintaining eye contact, she yanked her pants off of her in one swift motion. Maki felt her stomach flip in response to her girlfriend’s aggressive need for her. She could already feel her arousal wetting the sheets.

Nobara had long forgotten the worry she had felt about her appearance and her renewed self-assurance only made Maki want her more.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you look like you could kill me,” she growled in anticipation.

Nobara cackled. “God, Maki, the weirdest things turn you on. But that’s what I love about you. You’re never boring,” she retorted as she sunk between her legs. Shoving two fingers inside of her, Maki moaned loudly as her head snapped back. “And the noises you make are so, so worth it.

She moved in and out slowly at first, licking her clit in time with her strokes. Her girlfriend’s hips jerked to meet her face causing Nobara to use her free hand to hold her steady.

“Not yet, love. Let me have some fun. You’re not pathetic enough to come after just a few licks now, are you?”

“F-fuck you…” Maki snarled.

“Oh, no. That’ll be your job after I’m done with you,” Nobara replied cheekily, the vibration of her voice bringing her closer to the edge.

“Fuck…going to…FUCK!” Maki ground out as she came against her tongue.

“That was too easy,” Nobara said as she crawled onto Maki’s lap watching her catch her breath

“Don’t get cocky. You just got me warmed up, is all,” she replied.

The other girl untied the knot that restrained her lover’s hands and was about to toss it to the side of the bed when Maki quickly grabbed it from her. Nobara soon found the scrap of fabric being wound across her eyes, eliminating her vision.

“Geez, guess you can’t even go a half hour without taking charge again,” she teased with a laugh.

“Shut your smart mouth and let me love you,” Maki murmured into her neck. Her lips brushed against the rose pattern that was finally starting to fade once more. Tracing its outline with her tongue, she moved from her cheek down her neck, and then to her chest and down her arms.

“Maki…don’t…it might…” Nobara began to protest.

“We’re fine. I mean…you do have the character for rose in your name…so sexy…” she answered, her breath searing her bare skin.

Unable to read the emotion in Nobara’s eyes, she took her lack of protest as permission to continue. She came back to her mouth, sliding her tongue between her lips, tracing soft circles against her cheek with her thumb all the while.

Nobara moaned into her mouth when her lover’s hands came to rest against her chest. Her practiced fingers twisted and rolled her nipples, applying just the right amount of pressure causing her to ache with need.

“Ahhh…M-maki!

She continued her ministrations and deepened her kisses with each swivel and pull. Nobara moved her hips along Maki’s lap in an attempt to relieve the dull throbbing that pulsed between her thighs.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Maki commanded. The woman did as she was told, and her girlfriend continued to strategically ignore her attempts to get her to assist.

“P-please…Maki…need you,” she stuttered, finally pulling away when her lungs began to ache for air. Done dragging things out, Maki reached between her thighs and slid two fingers up and down her slick folds.

“Yessss,” Nobara groaned as she felt her insert the digits into her, pumping at a steady pace.

“Nobara…you’re so beautiful…such a good girl…” she praised as the other woman whimpered at her touch. “You’ll never hide things like this from me again now, will you?”

Lost in the pleasure that was building, Nobara didn’t answer. Maki leaned over and bit her shoulder to elicit an answer from her.

“Ah! N-no! Won’t hide…ha…anything from you…anymore. Maki…please…so close…”

Maki tenderly kissed the spot her teeth had marked and pressed her thumb against her clit.

“That’s my good girl,” Maki murmured seductively.

“Mmm…fuck…Maki!” She screeched as she clenched around her fingers, her body shaking with her release. Her grip on the woman’s shoulders was so tight her nails broke skin as she rode out her orgasm.

As they lay in each other’s tight embrace, Maki caressed her cheek and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “Looks like it’s gone for now. But the next time it happens…seriously. Don’t be ashamed. I fell in love with you because of your strength and bravery. A few battle scars aren’t enough to scare me off.”

Nobara’s eyes glistened as she looked at the woman who she was lucky enough to call her girlfriend. Nuzzling in closer, she whispered, “Trust me. If this is what’s in store every time, I’ll always come running to you.”

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thepenultimateword · 1 year ago

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Pen’s Song-Story Writing Challenge Extravaganza!

Ok! The poll is over and there was quite a bit of interest for the writing challenge! So let’s do this!

Everyone who wants to participate this is what we’re going to do:

1. Send me a message (either in my ask box or as a direct message, just make sure you’re not anonymous when you send it) with a song you want someone to write a story on. Give me both the title and artist so I make sure I get the right one. Please send me your entry song by 11:59pm on Thursday. That way I can assign songs on Friday, and people can get writing!

2. I will take all the submitted songs and randomize them with the list of participants, that way everyone gets a new song!

Some of you may want to write to your own song suggestions, but this challenge is meant to stretch your creativity, so I want to give everyone a chance to brainstorm with new material. Also, this way, everyone gets to read a fun story based on a song they love.

If you have any concerns about not wanting a song with explicit language or something like that, let me know. Everyone has their sensitivities, and I want to make sure everyone is comfy listening to their assigned song.

3. Write your story by December 1st! It wouldn’t be much a challenge without a deadline! I’m giving two weeks because I know holidays are coming up and keeping people busy, but I have faith in everyone and their writing abilities! 😊 When you post your story, let us know what song you were given and use the tag #songsandwords. That way all participants can easily find the stories.

4. Have fun! Write what you want! It can be whatever genre or length you want! I hope the songs inspire you and that you all come up with some ideas that bring you joy!

Good luck friends!

P.S. If you give me a song, please write something for the song you’re given in return. That way it’s fair for everyone. It sucks when you right a story for someone, but no one writes one for you.

#writing #creative writing #prompt #writblr #heroes and villains community #writeblr #writing challenge #music prompt #music inspiration #writers of tumblr #a new challenger approaches #hero x villain #writing prompt #fantasy writing community #writing community

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annielocalgodkisser · 4 months ago

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i just read the english willy fake tumblr posts and i thought. What if there was a tawog themed one. so enjoy this little thing i made. Lol

🐍 slithery-samantha

OK SO. i went to my classmates house since he and his brother invited me over to play some games and while we were hanging out he goes “oh yeah have you met bob?” and im like. “who the hell is bob????” so he takes me down to his BASEMENT and turns on the light and there’s a FUCKING GUY??? EATING COLD TOMATO SOUP??????? the guy starts getting all pissy and tells us to go away and we do. and im just like “DUDE WHY IS THERE A GUY IN YOUR BASEMENT???” and this BLUE MF tells me “oh he just lives there” ????? DO HIS PARENTS KNOW SOME GUY IS LIVING IN THEIR BASEMENT???? WHATTTTT.

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🐍 slithery-samantha 🔁 slithery-samantha

ok since that post abt my classmate having a guy in his basement was getting SO MANY NOTES i’m posting an update lmaoooo. i’ve been going to his house more and hanging out with bob and apparently HIS NAME ISNT EVEN BOB??????? it was something like ross or rod i can’t rlly remember (sorry dude💔). he said he was living in their basement because he was supposed to be their arch nemesis or something and they kinda just???? let him live there???? he also went on a big rant about how everyone forgot about him which lead him to go to this place called the void where he had to escape from. nobody even bothered to look for him and now he feels like he doesn’t have a purpose in life so now he acts “evil” towards my classmates to feel like he has one. also he really likes watermelons

🐍 slithery-samantha

#average person living in elmore

STOPPPPPPHGRHSJSKL😭😭😭😭

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🐍 slithery-samantha 🔁 👁️ eye-spy

👁️ eye-spy Follow

ok A LOT of people have been tagging me in a post made by @/silthery-samantha about some guy living in their classmates basement- and this might be a wild stretch to take but whatever

there was an alleged missing childrens case in elmore about a year ago. i say alleged because literally NOBODY KNEW WHO THE KID WAS. nobody knew their appearance, age, name, nothing. the only reason why the police even investigated was a call from someone anonymous about the situation.

but because of the lack of evidence of the missing kid even EXISTING, the case was cut short and the police made an official statement about it, and nobody really bothered to look for whoever this missing kid was, since they thought the kid wasn’t even real and thought it was just some wild goose chase that lead to nothing

from the update post they made, this person said they were “forgotten by everyone and nobody bothered to look for them” which could imply some Really Dark things.

im REALLY sorry if this is a really wild stretch to take, but it was in my mind and i needed to get it out.

🐍 slithery-samantha

what ! 😃

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ok im ending it there since. i have no other ideas lolllll

sorry if this isnt rlly canon accurate to tawog it popped in my head a bit ago so i didn’t have the time to fact check everything ! ^_^

#tawog #the amazing world of gumball #unreality #long post #annie ramblez

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davidwallacesgf · 2 years ago

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hi! i want to request a first time with david wallace and y/n is pretty nervous and he keeps reassuring her and taking his time with her and calling her the prettiest lady? thank you <3

FIRST TIME

i was so happy bc i realized that i’m probably the very first person to post david wallace smut on the x reader tag so i got carried away with this LMAO i hope this was what you were lookin for bff !!! ❤️

synopsis... your first time with your boyfriend, david.

this one-shot features... fem!reader, fluff, and sexual content (first time together, gentle dom!david, dry humping, gentle sex, kinda praise kink, fem receiving oral, vaginal fingering, edging, safe sex, aftercare) meant to be read by those who are 18 and over, minors dni.

#david wallace's masterlist

"Are you sure?" David muttered under his breath as he pulled away from your gentle kiss to take off his glasses and stretching his arm out to put them on the bedside table, your body sitting comfortably in his lap with your hands resting on his broad shoulders.

You cleared your throat softly in nervousness, almost afraid to answer the question even though you were absolutely certain that you wanted this. Your heart raced in anticipation and excitement as you decided to nod instead, David shook his head gently.

"Use your words." He firmly replied to your nonverbal answer, you felt your cheeks burn under his heavy eye contact while he patiently waited for your response, he then gently tightened his grip on your hips.

"Yeah... please." You begged quietly in a tone that only he could hear. You desperately wanted to clench your thighs together, feeling the embarrassingly fast growing wetness between your legs at the thought of David fucking you for the first time while you sat on his lap. Fucking? You thought. No, David wasn't some cheap asshole that was using you for his own pleasure. That kind of behavior was beneath him, he was sweeter and kinder than that. He wouldn't just 'fuck', you know he'd say 'making love'.

David felt his cock harden some more against you at your nearly silent "please", he smiled up at you as he could feel your cunt pulsing against his sweatpants through your thin panties. He raised an eyebrow slightly in curiosity, experimenting with your body as he used his strength to start moving your hips against his crotch as you remained on his lap.

You gasped at the euphoric friction, leaning forward to plant your lips on David’s own, who reciprocated with ease and care. David hummed a low groan against your lips, the pleasure only making his cock harder.

“There you go, fuck,” David grunted out softly, furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure while you whined in desperation, needing more and more from your man until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Here, lie down on your back, we’ll take it easy, pretty girl, don’t worry.” He muttered, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek as the both of you adjusted your position.

You felt your heart race again, you smiled at his gentleness, as soon as you were on your back on the bed, he climbed ok top of you, spreading your legs so he could be between them. David leaned down and kissed you passionately again, your moans were muffled while both of your tongues desperately rubbed against each other before he pulled away to lift up his shirt.

You bit your lip at the sight of his bare chest as you swiftly did the same, lifting yourself up to pull up your own and throwing it across the room. David grinned at your eagerness and leaned down again to start kissing at your neck. You sighed in glee wrapping your legs around his waist as he trailed down your neck to your chest, leaving wet kisses.

He lowered to your chest and you blushed again, your anxiety returning when it came to him seeing one of the most intimate parts of your body. “Let’s take this off, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your chest over your bra as you nodded, using your elbows to prop yourself up as he wrapped his arms around you to undo the clasp of your brassiere.

As soon as the straps were lifted up and off over your shoulders, he threw it to the side of the bed and went back to mouthing at your collarbone and chest before you could even try hiding your breasts from his view. “Fuck, just so pretty…” He mumbled to himself, god, he loved you so much. Your body, you, just you, you, you. He was so in love with you. Finally having you like this was so satisfying and David was over the moon that you wanted him too.

You gleamed at his actions and the words that he muttered to himself, you’ve never felt more comfortable than being here in his arms. You’ve had some insecurities about your body but David never let you feel that way. He always had compliments to give you, he made you feel so beautiful and safe.

David then backed away stand tall on his knees between your legs. He began to tug at the waist of your underwear, you gulped and lifted up your hips to allow him to slide them off your legs with ease. He threw them on the ground next to your bra and grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart once again.

“Doing good for me, so good, so pretty.” He said, his eyes half lidded in lust as he looked down at your whole beautiful body, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb as he held it gently in his grasp. You clenched your jaw nervously, realizing that you were fully exposed and on display for him. He quickly took notice of your nervousness, your sudden silence, “Are you alright?” He asked kindly, patiently. You nodded quickly, “Yes… just a little nervous, I’m sorry.” You mumbled and but your lip, David frowned at your apology.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel good,” He reassured you, he backed up once again, surprising you as he adjusted his position to put his head between your thighs. Your breath shook in excitement at what you knew he was gonna do to you, “Gonna lick this pretty pussy, all mine, just fucking beautiful.” He muttered. David gently but firmly gripped your thighs to move your legs over his strong shoulders and leaned forward to lick a stripe at your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sensation, arching your back on the bed while letting out embarrassing loud pornographic moans as he started making out with your pussy. His lips and tongue sucking, licking, and teasing at your clit, your thighs suddenly clamped around his head and your hips started grinding against his face as if they had a mind of its own. David didn’t mind, he breathed through his nose heavily as he kept digging his tongue into your pussy as deep as it can go. He drank up your juices like you were a glass of water and he was an athlete who just finished running a mile. David felt like he could just stay here between your legs forever, if he could.

He felt his cock throbbing painfully in his sweatpants, his hard dick pushed against the fabric and made an obvious tent since he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath. His pre-cum making a dark and wet stain in the crotch of his pants, David let go of his strong grip on your thighs and used them to start pulling down his pants, he felt his own heart start racing in anticipation, feeling horny enough to just shove his cock deep inside your wet cunt right now but he resisted. This wasn’t just gonna be a quick fuck to him, no, this was special for you both. He wanted to please you, to let you know how much he loved you by pleasuring you as much as he could. To show his gentle and loving devotion to you during your first time together.

David pulled away from your cunt, making you huff in anger after you had just felt your own climax coming, he grinned at your reaction and stood up off the bed to kick away his pants. Your jaw fell open a little at the sight of his thick and very hard cock, he got back onto the bed, settling back onto his knees.

Using his right hand, he rubbed your cunt with his thumb for a moment before moving his hand to slip in his long middle finger. The sudden action made you cry out a moan and grip at the bedsheets. With his left hand, he spit on his palm before wrapping it around his hard cock. He let out a shaky breath and started pumping himself in his hand, giving himself much needed attention before he started thrusting his finger into you.

He moaned at the feeling of your wet heat around his finger, pulling out to push in another, using his middle and ring finger to start rapidly thrusting and curling them inside of you. You whined and whimpered around his fingers, the wetness and friction along with his long fingers curling into the spongey sensitive spot within you made you squeal in pleasure. The hot burning sensation in your stomach started building up again, you arched your back and gasped.

“David… David, I feel… I’m gonna…” You panted out, trailing off as you looked at David who was pleasuring himself at the sight, he clenched his jaw while continuing the movement of his fingers inside your cunt. Your loins burned again, you felt yourself on the verge of bursting again before he swiftly pulled out his fingers.

You grunted out an angry growl, frustrated tears building up in your eyes at his teasing, your orgasm faded away as he stopped pleasuring you. He grinned evilly, pulling his own hand off his cock to make it equal, but it didn’t make you feel any better. “David!” You whined in anger, David only shook his head at your attitude.

“No, honey, you’re not cumming unless you’re around my cock, you hear me?” He stated firmly while getting off the bed to walk over to the bedside drawer, pulling out the small box of condoms that he bought for whenever you were both ready to have sex. Your heart fluttered at the box, feeling grateful as you were so caught up in your pleasure that you completely forgot about what you were gonna do when the time came. You didn’t trust the pull-out method and you didn’t trust your prescribed patch as your only form of birth control.

He opened the box and ripped out a square, swiftly and carefully opening it and pulling out the condom itself, you stared at him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. You admired him from your position, staring at him in lust and love, appreciating his handsomeness, his kindness, and his patience. He truly was a one of a kind man.

You watched as he used his hand to slide the condom down his shaft, you subconsciously licked your lips as you kept staring at his length. After David had secured the condom around him, he turned back to you and got back onto the bed. He climbed over you as you felt nervous once more. This was it, the moment you’ve always wanted with the man of your dreams.

David put himself back between your legs while you wrapped them around his hips. He leaned down to kiss you again, you moaned against him, moving your hands to run your fingers through his hair. He sighed in content as the both of you fit together like matching puzzle pieces, he then pulled away to bury his head in your neck, beginning to kiss and gently bite in your most sensitive areas. With his right hand, he slid it down to grip his hardness and rub the tip of his cock against your wet pussy. You moaned and rolled your eyes back at his teasing, beginning to whine impatiently as he pulled his lips off your neck to start soothing you, letting out quiet shushes.

He groaned at the feeling, he slid his own tip up and down your soaked slit, looking up at you before he put it against your entrance. The tightness of your desperate hole suddenly encased his tip as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyes widened at the pressure and slight pain of his large cock entering you, you furrowed your eyebrows as your jaw opened on its own, you gasped at the feeling. David put the hand that was on the shaft of his cock on your hip, using your body for leverage as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you.

Fuck, the feeling was just so… much. You moaned in pleasure and pain again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He leaned up and soothed you with his gentle words once more as he finally pushed his cock inside of his love as deep as it could go. David grunted, the pleasure of your wet heat clenching around him was almost too much for him to handle but he resisted the urge to start thrusting, patiently waiting for you to adjust around his length as he started gently kissing your neck.

“There you go… being so good for me, taking it so well, my pretty woman.” He whispered against your neck, you breathed heavily, the pain fading as the feeling of having his dick inside of you felt more comfortable. You gulped, feeling like you can’t remember the last time you ever felt this good, this pretty, this loved.

“I love you,” You moaned out as David nodded, leaning up to kiss you as he groaned against your lips, “Love you, too.” He replied softly while breathing heavily, restraining himself from moving again.

“David… move, right now.” You panted out, feeling the pleasure increasing at the slightest movement of his cock inside of you while David adjusted his position. He eagerly obliged and started gently thrusting his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin began to slowly increase in decibels throughout the room.

You let out quiet yet pornographic “uh, uh, uh’s” as he started tenderly moving, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and clawed at his back. David’s breath increased as he ignored the burn in his abdomen, the pleasure quickly becoming embarrassingly overwhelming. The wet heat that surrounded his cock had taken over his mind as he thought of nothing but your own pleasure.

“Yeah, there you go, good girl, taking it so well for me, take it.” He grunted out, becoming louder as he continued his movements at the gentle pace that you seemed to enjoy more. You whimpered and moaned, unable to hide your pleasure as any anxiety disappeared from your mind.

“David!” You wailed out, the pleasure making your mind disappear, the only thought in your head being your desperate desire to cum all over your boyfriends cock.

David panted at your need for gratification, his thrusts being carefully controlled to give you the most pleasure. He buried his head into your neck, moaning and crying out in his own pleasure against your sensitive skin. Your chest started heaving against his, your breathing increasing as you felt your own climax burning to be released from your loins.

“David… I’m gonna, oh my god, I’m…” You whimpered and cried out, your eyes clenching shut as you moved your hips against him. He groaned into your collarbone at the sensation of your cunt pulsing and clamping around him, “That’s it… cum for me, sweetheart, cum all over my cock, give it me.” He grunted out, moving a hand down to where you were both intimately connected and began rubbing your clit.

You gasped at his action and rolled your eyes into the back of your head again, arching your back and pushing your chest against his broad one, feeling yourself burst around his dick with the gratification that you’ve been needing all day.

“Yeah, fuck, good girl, my pretty girl, fucking cum around my cock, beautiful.” David moaned out, thrusting faster and immediately releasing his warm cum into the condom. He furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure and breathed heavily against your neck, continuing his thrust inside of you, riding out both of your orgasms.

You both panted and moaned in the aftermath, David pulling his head out of your neck and planted his lips against yours. You whimpered at the loss of his cock from inside of you and his weight from your body as he pulled away to take off his used condom and dispose of it in the small trash bin beside your shared bed.

You closed your eyes again and rested your head back into the pillow behind you, completely ready to sleep. You caught your breath as you smiled at the beautiful time you just had, before you knew it though, David was suddenly back between your legs, immediately grabbing your hips and licking at your cunt. You squealed and grabbed his hair as he cleaned up your cum between your legs, gently licking up the mess.

“David, too much…” You panted out with a chuckle as David nodded against your pussy, pulling away after he finished licking and drinking up your sweet mess. He was swiftly back by your side, licking his lips and moving to lie next to you on the bed, and courteously pulling the blanket that was pushed away earlier back over your bodies to make you feel more comfortable. You grinned at him and cuddled up next to him, the two of you wrapping your arms around each other.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly while looking down at you in gentle concern, as if he didn’t just rail you, you giggled at his sweet love and tenderness.

“Yes, obviously.” You scoffed and hugged him a little tighter with a smile, which he responded with a happy grin of his own, “Good, you were perfect.” He mumbled and buried his head into your hair, the sweet scent of it making him fall in love with you all over again.

AUTHOR’S NOTE… so i got carried away i meant to keep this kinda short at 1500 or 2000 words but it’s nearly at 3000 LOL so this should be more than sufficient, btw david wallace simps don’t worry !! more smut and other fics are coming !!

just keep in mind that i’m a college student and i’m also heavily editing like 5 other fics now plus some chapters to a new series for a character i haven’t written before !!

i might also start another series but idk yet lol i don’t wanna overwhelm myself so be patient folks !!! stay tuned, there’s definitely more to come, my next david wallace fic will be a stepdad smut btw so 😳😳😳 DEFINITELY STAY TUNED YALL ARE GONNA WANNA READ IT 🙏

anyways, please visit my character list and prompt list if you'd like, remember, my requests are always open !!! 💖

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