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honeyhoneypp · 7 months ago

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Hii I Iove ur op hcs!! Could you maybe do a hc on the monster trio reacting to their partner being pregnant out of notice?

A Good Mother

One Piece men with a pregnant girlfriend

What is wrong with your body? You wonder why you have been feeling sick lately, or why you haven't had your period even though it's been 3 months, or why your body has been feeling heavier and your stomach look rounder. You have also been craving food, but at the same time, food makes you feel sick. Could it be possible that..?

Female pronouns! Fluff + some angst on Zoro’s part

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L U F F Y

At first he didn’t really noticed your mood swings or food cravings, he just thought you wanted to be stronger like him! So he didn’t get worried, but he did notice how you started to get sick, which really worried him.

But what got him worried sick was when you suddenly fainted in the middle of a battle, he thought the enemy had hurt you, but Chopper quickly grabbed you and brought you back to the ship.

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Luffy was fighting the captain of a random pirate crew that got in his way, you were fighting one of the pirates but suddenly you started to feel dizzy, your vision became blurry and your legs started to get weak, and suddenly everything went completely black.

Luffy watched as you fell to the ground, thinking that the pirate had hurt you, he quickly stretched out his arm to hit the pirate in the face and easily knocked him out.

Luffy— “____!” — The captain tries to stab Luffy but he was quick to dodge __

Chopper— He quickly picks you up — “I got her, Luffy! Don’t worry”

When you finally wake up you were on bed, Chopper was sitting next to you.

Chopper— “Oh! You’re awake!”

— “Chopper..? W-What happened?”

Chopper— “You fainted in the middle of a battle, ____”

— “I did?”

Chopper— Nod — “Do you have any idea why this can be? Have you been drinking water, sleeping, have you been anxious?”

— “I’ve been hydrating myself and sleeping well, and I’m not anxious…”

Chopper— “I should probably run some blood tests to see if you have low sugar levels..”

— “I… I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Chopper— “Hm? Why is that, ____?”

— “I’ve been feeling weird lately”

Chopper— “Tell me more”

—“I’ve been having some weird food cravings, sometimes I just want to eat everything, but other times I can’t even look at food or I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I haven’t had my period for about 3 months now, I think… and also… I’ve been feeling my body a little bit heavier, and I’ve noticed that my stomach has gotten rounder too.”

You stand up and pull your shirt up to show Chopper that indeed your stomach looks rounder than before.

Chopper— “____… when was the last time you had sexual relations?”

— You sit back on the bed — “I think it was exactly 3 months ago… Chopper, you don’t think I’m pregnant right..?”

Chopper— “Well, those are signs of a pregnancy, but if you used protection then it’s probably something else. You used protection right?”

— “No.”

Chopper— He sighs — “You had sexual relations with Luffy, right?”

— “Yeah…”

Chopper— “____, I think you’re pregnant, but I’ll have you do a pregnancy test to be sure”

Chopper quickly went to look for something in his cabinets, then he came back with 3 pregnancy tests and 2 cups, one with water and the other one empty.

Chopper— “Here, drink this” — He hands you the cup of water and you drink it, then he hands you the empty cup and the 3 pregnancy tests — “I need you to urinate in this cup and then put the tip of the pregnancy tests inside the cup and leave it for around 10 seconds. Then bring the tests to me, got it?”

— “Okay…”

You quickly run to the restroom with all the things, you urinate in the cup and put the pregnancy tests inside of it, one at a time and then you wait for the results to appear.

After some minutes you start seeing how 2 lines start to appear on the pregnancy result.

— “Does this mean… that I’m pregnant?”

You throw the cup away and quickly go into Chopper’s office, you hand him the 3 pregnancy tests and he readers each one of them.

Chopper— “____, you are indeed pregnant. And since you had sexual relations 3 months ago, I’ll guess you’re already 3 months pregnant.”

— “I-“

Luffy open the door aggressively, he just came from defeating the whole pirate crew and quickly came to see how you were.

Luffy— “____! Are you okay?!” — He grabs your shoulders —

— “Y-Yes, Luffy. I’m okay”

Chopper— He taps your leg — “Do you want to tell him or should I tell him?”

— “Please tell him…” — You sit back on the bed —

Luffy— “Huh? Tell me what?”

Chopper— “Luffy, these are really important news, don’t freak out”

Luffy— “What do you mean? Just spit it out already”

Chopper— “____ is pregnant.”

Luffy— “Pregnant? You mean she has a baby in her tummy?”

Chopper— “Yes”

Silence filled the room, Luffy just stared at chopper and then at you. You were anxious, you didn’t know how he would take these news.

Luffy— He scratches his neck — “Okay.”

Chopper— “What do you mean ‘okay?!’ Luffy, this is something serious! Having a baby is a big responsibility!”

Luffy— “She’s just carrying a baby in her tummy, what’s the big deal?”

Chopper— “Luffy, are you not listening to yourself?! She’s carrying a baby! That means she won't be able to fight anymore, she'll be vulnerable to any kind of attack for at least 6 months! And after those 6 months you'll have to take care of a human baby that doesn't know how to defend itself!”

Luffy— “Shishishi, it’s okay, I’ll protect both of them! But if I can’t I trust you guys in protecting them! I think it’s a fun idea of having a little guy or girl running around the ship!”

Chopper— He sighs — “Luffy-”

— You put your hand on Chopper’s head — “Chopper, it’s alright. Trust him when he says he or his crew will protect us” — You smile at him —

Chopper— “Well I guess you’re right… Then I’ll protect you, ____!”

— You giggle — “I’m sure you will!”

Later that night

You were laying down in bed, Luffy had his head on your abdomen.

Luffy— “I can’t believe you have a baby here, that’s so funny. How did that even happened? Did you swallowed the little guy or girl?”

— “What? No! Luffy, do you seriously don’t know how I got pregnant?”

Luffy— he shakes his head —

— Sigh — “Remember that night? That night where I made you feel good and you also made me feel so good?”

Luffy— He thinks for a moment — “Oh yeah! That! Shishishi, that was a fun game, we should do it again”

— You laugh — “You’re right. But that’s the reason I got pregnant”

Luffy— “Oh, okay.”

— “You don’t understand, right?”

Luffy— He laughs — “Nope!”

— You smile at him — “You’ll understand someday, let’s go to sleep.”

Luffy falls asleep with his head on your abdomen, he didn't understand what was happening to your body or how big of a responsibility was taking care of a baby, but he knew he had to be more protective of you. After all, you're carrying his and your baby! And he's excited to see the baby.

Z O R O

He didn't really notice how your eating habits had changed, but he did notice your mood swings, he didn't want to think too much about it. I mean, they're normal, right? Maybe you're on that thing girls call "period."

But then he started to get worried when it had been over a week and you were still having the same mood swings, you're the person he tolerates the most, after Luffy of course. But he started to get annoyed by how you started crying over the smallest things, making you have a small argument.

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He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was frustrated, he made you cry by raising his voice at you for questioning him about spending time together... why did he raise his voice at you? He was mentally insulting himself.

Then suddenly Sanji opened the door aggressively.

Sanji— “Hey, marimo” — He said with an aggressive tone —

Zoro— “Hm? What do you want?”

Sanji— “____, she fainted, she’s at Chopper’s office right now”

Zoro— “…What? She fainted?! Why?!”

Sanji— “I have no idea, I found her on the kitchen”

Zoro— He quickly stands up to go to the door — “Damn it!”

Sanji— He grabs his shoulder making him stop — “I heard how you raised your voice at her this morning, don’t you ever dare to hurt her feelings again or I’ll kick your ass”

Zoro doesn't say anything, he just slaps Sanji’s hand off his shoulder, but Sanji was right, he shouldn't have raised his voice at you. He quickly went to Chopper's office to check on you.

Zoro— “Chopper!”

Chopper— He flinches — “Zoro! You scared me!”

— “Zoro..?”

Zoro— “____! Oh, good you’re alright.” — He hugs you —

Chopper— “Yes, she just fainted because of being stressed, it’s nothing serious don’t worry”

Zoro— “…____, I’m really sorry for raising my voice at you this morning, I shouldn’t have done that… It was so stupid of me”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. I just been sensitive these past few days because I- I’m pregnant…”

Zoro— He freezes on place, did he heard you right? — “What did you said?”

— “I’m pregnant.”

Zoro— “You’re pregnant… Chopper, is that true? Is a baby actually growing inside of her?”

Chopper— “Yes, it’s true, those are the consequences of having unprotected sex”

Zoro— “So… how long do we have to wait for the baby to come out?”

Chopper— “Well since the last time you both had sexual relations was 3 months ago… I’ll say you have 6 months left.”

Zoro— “Well, what am I supposed to do now? Is she going to be okay?”

Chopper— “She’ll be okay, she just won’t be able to do a lot of psychical activity, like fighting.”

Zoro— “She won’t?!”

Chopper— “Yes, she’s carrying a baby so she won’t be able to do a lot of stuffs”

Zoro— “But what if I’m not able to protect her…”

— “Zoro…”

Chopper— “Don’t worry, Zoro. That’s why you have your crewmates! We’ll also protect ____!”

Zoro— “You’re right, thank you Chopper…”

Chopper— he nods — “If you guys ever need parenting advices please let me know! I’ll be studying more about human babies to help you guys.”

— “Thank you, Chopper, you’re the best doctor”

Chopper— He gets bashful — “Oh, you big dummy! Complimenting me like that doesn’t make me a bit happy, why would that make me happy?” — He says while doing a cute little dance —

— You giggle — “Whatever you say, Chopper.”

It was already afternoon, you were with Zoro in the crow's nest, he was resting with his head on your lap after a hard day of training.

— “Zoro, you should get some rest, you can’t be training hard everyday without rest.”

Zoro— “I can’t… I need to get stronger, and since you’re pregnant I’ll have to train way more”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. You heard what Chopper said, they’ll also protect me! Don’t you trust them?”

Zoro— “I do trust them, ____. But I want to be the one that protects you, what if everyone gets defeated? What will happen to you and our baby?

— “Zoro…”

Zoro— “And don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that we're going to have a baby... but I'm just worried, you know that my dream is to become the greatest swordsman and I train hard every day to achieve it, but that doesn't give me much time to spend with you.”

— You listen to him carefully —

Zoro— “I want to be there for you, I want to be a good father and boyfriend, but I also have my own dreams and you know that and I don’t want us to argue for that, like we did in the morning, it��s not good for you or the baby.”

— “I understand, Zoro. I’m sorry I acted that way this morning… being pregnant is hard, it can make you more sensitive or have mood swings, or that’s what Chopper told me… So I’ll need you to be patient with me too”

Zoro— He smiles at you and sits next to you — “I understand, ____. I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend for you and our baby”

— “I know you’ll be a good father, Zoro”

Zoro puts his hand on your abdomen and feels the small bump.

Zoro— “I can’t wait to see if it’s a boy or a girl… Either way, I’ll teach them to be the next greatest swordsman.”

He's a little stressed about the idea of having a baby, as he doesn't want to make you feel alone due to his constant training, but he'll make sure to figure something out, and now you understand that too.

S A N J I

He was quick to notice your mood swings and cravings, noticing how sometimes you just wanted to eat the weirdest combinations or the entire refrigerator or how sometimes you couldn't stand the smell or sight of food.

Of course, he was very worried. Did you want to try new foods that he didn't know about? Did you get bored of his food? He couldn't go on with this, so he decided to ask you because he needed answers immediately.

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Sanji was in the kitchen preparing your favorite meal. He noticed that you didn't eat the meal he made this morning. He thought that you probably just didn't like what he made, but he was also thinking about other things.

Did you start to get bored with his cooking? Did you hate the food he was preparing? Or why haven't you been eating the food he's been preparing for you these past few days?

After finishing preparing the meal, he quickly walked out of the kitchen and went to the girl’s room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, and you lazily said, "Come in."

Sanji— He opens the door and comes inside the room — “My love! I prepared your favorite dish!”

— “Oh, Sanji! Aw, you didn't have to, sweetie”

Sanji— “My love, I noticed that you didn't eat this morning, so you're probably hungry right now”

— “I'm not! I swear I'm okay!”

Sanji— "Are you getting bored of my food? Don't you like it anymore? You haven't been eating any of the food I've been preparing these past few days."

— “Oh, sweetie, it's none of that I swear! F-” — You quickly cover your mouth, you feel like you are going to throw up again —

Sanji— “My love?”

You quickly ran out of the room, you weren't going to be able to go all the way to the restroom to throw up so you had to lean onto the ship rail and throw up everything you had on your stomach.

Sanji follows you and he starts patting your back, letting you know that he's here if you need anything.

Sanji— "____?! Are you okay? Do you need anything? Some water? Should I call Chopper?!"

— “Sanji, I can't stand the smell of food, I have barely been eating because of that... I think I'm sick, please take me to Chopper”

He nods, then he picks you up and takes you to Chopper’s office when he arrives he opens the door with his foot.

Chopper— He turns his head to the door — “Sanji?! ____!? What happened to her?”

Sanji— “She’s been feeling sick lately, she can't stand the smell of food or she feels like she throws up, please, Chopper, do something!”

Chopper— “Okay, please put her on bed.”

Sanji doesn't say anything else and he simply puts you on the bed. He's really worried, what if it's something serious? What if it's some kind of sickness that not even Chopper can cure?

Chopper— “Okay, ____, please tell me your symptoms”

— “These past few days I've been feeling like I want to throw up just smelling the food, I have also been noticing that my stomach has been getting rounder, and I've also been feeling more sensitive.”

Chopper— He thinks for a moment — “When was the last time you got your period?”

— “I haven't gotten my period for 3 months now”

Chopper— He gasps — “Could it be that… ____, when was the last time you had sexual relations?!”

— “3 months ago… wait…”

Chopper— “But you used protection right?!”

Sanji— “Um…”

— “…No”

Chopper— “____… I think you're pregnant”

Sanji— “SHE’S WHAT?!”

— “What?! A-Are you sure!?”

Chopper— “I'm sure, but to be more sure I'll need you to take some pregnancy tests”

Chopper quickly ran to the cabinet and gave you a pregnancy test and a cup.

Chopper— “You’ll need to urinate in this cup, and then put the tip of the pregnancy test inside the cup, if it has 2 lines then that means you're pregnant… but if it has one line then it means you aren't pregnant. Any questions?”

You nod at everything Chopper says, how is Sanji taking this? Does he even want to be a father?

Sanji— He coughs — “So, Chopper, I have a question.”

Chopper— “Go ahead”

Sanji— “If she's pregnant…” — His eyes turn into hearts — “Does this mean her breasts will get bigger?!”

Chopper— “Yes indeed, they'll also get more sensitive and could probably leak breast milk, it's something normal but it could be embarrassing for ____.”

Sanji— “Bigger… sensitive… and they leak milk?!” — His nose starts bleeding —

— “Sanji!” — Your face turns red —

Chopper— “Sanji!?”

Later that night, after Chopper performed a blood transfusion on Sanji, and you took the pregnancy test that indeed came out positive, Sanji is still resting in bed. However, you are feeling impatient and decide to show him the pregnancy test now.

You open Chopper’s office and see Sanji resting on the bed, but he isn't asleep, he is just staring at the ceiling.

— “Sanji?”

Sanji— “____-love! Was the pregnancy test positive?!”

— You hand him the pregnancy test — “It is…”

Sanji— His eyes shine — “My love! We're having a baby! I can't believe this I real!”

He stands up picks you up and gently puts you on the bed.

— “Sanji, are you actually happy? I mean, do you really want to have a baby?”

Sanji— “Of course I am happy! I always wanted to start a family with you! Oh, this is the best day of my life!” — He starts filling your face with his kisses —

— You giggle — “Stop that! It tickles!”

Sanji— He laughs — “I'm sorry I'm just really happy!”

— “I'm happy too, but I won't be able to fight while I'm pregnant…”

Sanji— “You don't have to worry about that, ____. You know I'll always protect you!”

— You smile at him — “I'm sure you will”

Sanji— “I love you so much, sweetheart”

— “I love you too”

This man is happy about the idea of having a baby. He knows you will be a wonderful mother, and he is excited to see the changes your breasts will have. However, that's not all he cares about, he cares about your well-being and commodity, and will always be there for you if you ever need something. Trust me, he‘ll be the good father he never had. (biologically)

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The three of them have their own opinions about having a baby, but even with different opinions, the three of them will be great fathers! And they trust their crewmates to take care of you anytime they can't! <3

Please let me know if I made spelling mistakes, some things don’t make sense or got their personality wrong!

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #pregnant #monster trio #fluff

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xetlynn · 10 days ago

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Scars and Faint Memories

Vanessa Palmer x Fem!Reader

chapter three<- -> chapter four -> chapter five

warnings: readers backstory with her parents, talk of mental health, talks of a kind of gory death. Usual yj topics.

1989

“[Name], can you get Theo to take a nap? You’re always so good at it.” Your mother asks, holding your sleeping baby sister to her chest. You glance away from the tv with a disappointed expression.

“He loves when his sissy reads to him, don’t you Theodore?” She combs her fingers through his hair as he tiredly nods.

“Sissy reads big bad wolf!” He exclaimed excitedly and you pressed your lips together. Taking a deep breath and standing up from the couch. “You don’t have to do it, sweet girl. It would just really help mommy.” She tells you but you shake your head. “It’s okay, mom. I can do it.” You force yourself to smile, which she does in return. “Thank you, and when you get back, tell your father to start dinner soon.” She instructs and you say a small okay.

Picking up Theo and carrying him up to his bedroom. “Big bad wolf!” He grips onto your shirt and you chuckle. “I’ll read big bad wolf.” You rub his back, step into his messy room. Putting him down so he can run to his new big boy bed. Pushing himself up on it and getting himself comfortable whilst you get his favorite book.

This was a regular thing for you. Not once in a while, your mother was always too tired to put Theo to bed. Or like she just did, making an excuse so that she didn’t have to. Guilt tripping you. You ran around for her so she could lay down. You didn’t mind it. You were helping your mom. The woman you love and adore.

“Alright, scooch over stinky.” You pat him and he does so with a giggle. “Not stinky!” He squeals. “Yes, stinky, so stinky.” You wave a hand over your nose and he laughs.

“No!” He throws his head back, giving your arm a tiny push. “Okay, okay, not stinky.” You whisper, leaning back on his bed and putting your arm over him.

You quietly read to your little brother, occasionally glancing over at him as you do so. Checking to see if he falls asleep. Luckily before you hit the end of the book he knocks out. His body squished against you.

You stay in place for a while, staring down at the book. Making sure he stays asleep before you move your arm from out underneath him.

Then getting out of the bed and putting the book back on its shelf. You glance at his sleeping form one more time before turning the light off and shutting the door. Knowing that he has a baby monitor on and he’ll be okay.

You maneuver over to your fathers office room. Knocking three times like you’ve been taught to do before entering any room in the house. Opening the door. You're met by your father pacing back and forth. Talking to himself. “Dad?” You tilt your head, confused about what he’s doing. He jumps at the sound of your voice.

“Oh, hey my little bug!” He exclaims, grabbing onto your arms. “How’s your day been?” He kneels down in front of you. He’s extremely restless, loud as well. You also notice how dilated his eyes are.

“It’s been boring…” You answer with a shrug of your shoulders. “Well, sometimes boredom does you some good.” He squeezes you before letting you go.

“Have you seen my watch anywhere?” He looks around, standing back up. “Um, no. It’s usually always on your wrist.” You say and he lets out a laugh.

“That’s where it should be!” He huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Did you need something?” He turns back to you. “Uh, mom said you need to start dinner soon.” You inform him, holding yourself as you can recognize what’s happening with him. It happens every few months when he decides to stop taking his meds out of nowhere.

Meds that your mother has told you never to bring up to anyone. It’s a secret. “Ah, dinner, dinner. What would you like for dinner, bug?” He questions you. “I don’t know.” You answer him. “Chicken pasta sounds good then?”

“That’s fine dad.” You tell him, feeling stuck in place as you watch your dad search for this watch. Tearing apart his office as he begins to talk to himself once again.

“[Name]!” Your mom calls for you, snapping you away from the trance of eyeing your father’s strange behavior.

“Coming!” You reply, stumbling out of your father’s office. Hurrying toward your mother. “Yes?” Your hands connect behind your back. Innocently standing behind the couch. “Can you make Tilly a bottle? I have to change her butt.”

“Yeah, but uh… dad’s-”

��I can make Till’s bottle, dear.” Your father speaks from the hallway, your mom smiles at him. “Thank you, Honey!” She lays your sister on the couch, digging in her diaper bag. “What were you saying about dad, sweetheart?”

“He’s acting weird again.” You mumble, leaning over the couch. “Weird?” She peers up at you as she changes your sister’s diaper. “He’s talking to himself.” You raise your eyebrows, trying to get her to understand what you mean.

Your dad has Bipolar Disorder. He’s had it your whole life, even before you were born. He was diagnosed as a teen.

His manic episodes range from extremities and the only reason you recognize what’s happening. Is because of how jittery he is. Talking aloud to himself. You’ve also seen how low he can get. Not getting out of bed. Refusing to spend time with you.

He forgets to take his medicine sometimes, then it leads to him saying he feels better without it. And then he goes into some sort of episode. You never know how long it’s going to last. Lately it’s been getting on your mom’s nerves. You’ve heard the arguments late at night.

“Alright, don’t say anything to dad. I’ll handle it okay?” She tells you and you nod your head. Like an old record player your mom says the same thing every time. “I’ll handle it.” “Don’t say anything.” “Keep it between you and I. Our little secret.”

And at dinner, your father sets up the table as you sit Theo in his highchair before plopping down in your own chair. “Chicken pasta!” He puts the large bowl of pasta in the middle of the table. “Thank you, honey.” Your mom kisses his cheek. Sitting across from you.

Tilly sleeping in the living room. Your father sits down with a huge smile on his face. “Let’s dig in!” He claps his hands and you grab yourself a small amount of food, then some for Theo as well. Chopping it into smaller pieces so he doesn’t choke.

“My beautiful family.” Your dad looks around the room, your mom plants a smile on her face but even you could tell there was something more behind it.

“Beautiful children, beautiful wife…” He shoves food in his mouth and you sit there playing with your own food. “Alright, hun. Eat your food.” Your mom says politely.

Your dad’s smile drops for a moment before picking back up. “That’s what I’m doing.” He says in a more condescending tone. You wince at it, gripping your fork anxiously. “Mhm.” She hums, taking a bite of her food.

“Why are you being like that?” Your dad furrows his brows and you hold your breath. “I’m not being like anything, eat your food please. Don’t do this in front of the kids.” She looks at both of you. Theo eating his food, oblivious and obviously not able to understand.

“I’m not doing anything.” He slams his fist on the table, causing the three of you to jump. Theo looks at you and you stand up to grab him from his high chair. “Sit back down, [Name].” He tells you and you freeze. Eyes flickering between him and your mother who is mouthing for you to go.

“[Name], sit down. Now!” He orders and you immediately do so. Almost pushing the chair backwards. “Eat your food. Let’s sit here quietly since your mother is against us talking as a family.” He scoffs, taking a harsh bite of his pasta. Your heart is beating loudly. Feeling it in your throat.

Your hands shake as you hold a fork, trying to eat but it feels wrong.

1996

You sit with Mari, Shauna, Laura Lee and Van. Well you avoid Van’s gaze. Still unable to talk to her after the magazine incident.

You knew she wasn’t dumb but you were hoping to prolong the next conversation with her as long as possible. Mari and you were whispering about your favorite songs.

Up until Van shouts from her spot. “Hey! You don’t know what the hell you’re doing with that!” She runs up on Travis who was pointing the hunting rifle towards a squirrel in a tree. Smacking the gun down. “He’s being fucking stupid.” Jackie comments and you watch beside Mari.

“No, what’s stupid is the fact that we have a gun and we’re not fucking using it.” He then points it back up to the tree, shooting it and missing the animal. You rush over as the girls around you jump. “Dude, that was too fucking close!” You shout, snatching the gun away from him. “Too fucking close to Van. Are you kidding me?!”

He stands up to your words, the both of you having a standoff. “I wasn’t going to shoot her.” He says. “Doesn’t fucking matter, Travis. You don’t shoot that damn close to someone. What if she stepped in the way because she didn’t know what you were doing? Huh?” You get in his face, pushing him backwards.

“Do it again and I’ll fucking beat your ass. Got it, Martinez?” You threaten him and he smirks down at you. The others observe the scene curiously. Never seeing you so pissed off before. “I asked you a question.” You remind him.

“Got it, [Last Name].” He scoffs.

Coach was in the doorway, being there the whole time, he stuck his hand out. You give him the gun.

“This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such. We understand?” He looked around at all the girls. “All right, that said. Travis is right. We’re out of food. We’re all feeling it.” He huffs out.

“The good news is my father used to take me deer hunting as a kid. The bad news… yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.” He points out the obvious. “Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.” He apprises everyone. Letting the team take everything in, peering around at one another as you just glare ahead at Travis. He was averting away from your daggered stare.

Coach Scott has the team line up. Practicing with the now- empty gun. So that everyone can attempt trigger control along with sight alignment before actually shooting the gun.

Taissa being the first one up. “Remember, slow breath in…” Ben instructs, her cheek to the stock, holding the hunting rifle carefully. Misty places a penny on top of the barrel. “Then go on the exhale.”

Taissa inhales then pulls the trigger. As she clicks it the penny plummets to the ground and she scrunches her face. “Damnit.” She mumbles.

“It’s not a competition guys.” Ben reminds you all. “But there is going to be a winner, right?” Jackie speaks up and you chuckle. “We’re athletes, telling us not to make something a competition is not going to work.” You cross your arms, the girls all giggling with agreement. Taissa passes the rifle to Jackie and she raises it.

Misty placing the penny once again. Jackie concentrates, biting her lip but the penny wobbles. Sliding off before she can even pull the trigger. Passing the gun in disgust. “Okay, this is literally impossible.” She quibbles. “Yo, Javi. Come try this.” Travis calls out for his little brother.

Javi, pissed over an argument they had, walks away. “Even your brother doesn’t even want to be fucking near you.” You spit out under your breath but you make sure he can hear you. You were still pissed. Normally you’d never make these kinds of comments but something in you couldn’t hold back. Natalie gently hits your side and you roll your eyes.

“Martinez, you’re up.” Ben calls, and you see him extremely tense under the pressure. All eyes on him. He peers over at you and you raise your brows as if to ask “why the hell are you looking at me?”

Taking the rifle and lifting it. Coin is set and he clicks the trigger. Only slightly quivering but not falling. “Booyah! And that, ladies, is how it’s done.” He smirks, pushing it towards you. “See if you can do any better, loudmouth.”

You snatch it with a sarcastic smile. “Let’s see.” You lift the gun up, surprisingly you find yourself unnervous. Focusing ahead of you. Misty places the coin on the barrel whispering “good luck” to you since everyone had heard what Travis said. You glance around and scrunch your nose. Not even moments later you click the trigger.

The penny stayed in place and you laughed loudly. “Did better, am better, Martinez. Suck it!” You hand the gun over to Natalie in a more gentle way as you were buzzing with excitement over your accomplishment.

High-fiving your best friend as she takes your place. A few girls also smiling at you, nodding at you to say “good job.”

You watch as Natalie lifts the gun, taking a deep breath. Steadying herself. And as she goes to pull the trigger she shudders. You knew what had happened to her father. You just hope this isn’t triggering her back to what happened.

The penny drops to the ground and Natalie silently hands the rifle to Van. “Maybe stick to the stuff you might actually be good at. Like I dunno. Folding laundry or sucking dick.” Travis speaks up.

You go to speak up but a hand smacks over your mouth before you can. You furrow your eyes and look over to Taissa who’s shaking her head with a tight lipped smile. “I’m going again.” Natalie grabs the gun from Van.

“Wait. Can she do that?” Jackie asks. “I’ll allow it.” Ben shrugs, you and him make eye contact. It was his way of standing up for your best friend. A non confrontational way that he knew would’ve easily left your mouth.

Normally you can’t handle confrontation. You didn’t know what was going on with you. When usually you’d shut down and almost have a panic attack, now you’re starting the confrontations.

You’re indulging in them. It wasn’t like you.

“This is bullshit…” Travis mutters as Natalie re-shoulders the rifle. She clicks the trigger, smooth and no fall this time. “Ohh, snap.” Van comments to which Natalie smirks.

Onto the next activity with the gun, marking the finalists who will be allowed to use said gun. You, Natalie, Travis and Mari all in a line. And away from the line is a small “range” that Lottie and Van are now concluding to set up with the gross old food cans.

“Now that we’ve narrowed the field, here’s how this is gonna go down. One round for all the marbles; five targets, five shots each.” Ben announces, explaining how this is going to go whilst handing the rifle to the first contestant. Mari.

“Um, just a thought, but shouldn’t we be saving bullets?” Laura Lee anxiously questions. “In theory. But luckily, the nut job who lived here was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse.” Ben assures her.

Mari lines up, taking in a deep breath like Coach directed. You watch her calmly, crossing your arms. She shoots and misses. Then again and again. Missing a total of three times. “The cans. You’re aiming for the cans.” Travis condescendingly reminds her. And due to your mouth being covered before you decide to be the bigger person now. Shutting your mouth but giving him a dirty glare.

“Do you like being this way?” Natalie side-eyes him. “If you shit the bed again, are you gonna ask for another do-over?” He responds. Mari attempted again, another miss. “One more shot, Mar, you got this!” You clap your hands and she smiles back at you.

Focusing back ahead and sucking in a deep breath before pulling the trigger for a fifth time. Finally hearing that satisfying thunk! You give her a small cheer as she hands the gun over to Travis. “You did good, just more practice.” You praise her as she joins your side.

Not noticing that Van from a few girls away was staring at the two of you enviously. Not that she’s jealous of Mari specifically. She knows you think of the younger girls as your siblings. Or a more mentor aspect. She’s jealous that you’re talking to her. Feeling your absence over the past couple of days. You avoiding her is starting to get to her.

Travis doesn’t take a second like Mari did, firing three times and not a single bullet missed its target. Unfortunately though the boy has gotten a little too cocky. Hitting the fallen tree that the cans were laid on. “Ooh, so close, Flex…” Natalie comments and enraged, he whirls on her. Pointing the gun at her.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” He sternly tells her. “Travis!” Ben shouts warningly and you smack the gun down. “Shoot the fucking can and get on with it. Flex.” You say the stupid nickname with emphasis.

He gets a hold of himself, resuming his once position and aiming at the can he missed. Another can is hit and it puts his tally at four out of five.

“Alright. That’s a good shooting, Martinez.” Ben shakily tells him as the rifle is passed onto Natalie. “Don’t choke again.” He tells her and she gives him a humorless smile, getting into position.

You give her a small “woo!” To which she glances back at you for. Before growing serious back towards the cans. Firing the first time and getting a can. Then four more times and each can bust right after another. In the zone.

“Holy shit…” Ben mumbles as you start the clapping and cheering for your best friend. The girls joined as well. Swarming your best friend, allowing her to soak in her victory while also celebrating it. Travis stormed off angrily. To which you could cheer louder for. You were really starting to dislike him.

And as it all calms down Natalie hands the rifle over to you. “Your turn.” She smiles and you scrunch your nose. “I’m gonna go after that?” You furrow your brows, and she scoffs nudging you. “You do still have to go.” Ben nods. Technically you don’t but keeping it interesting the others encourage you as well.

You huff, shouldering the gun. “Okay, okay.” You sigh dramatically, doing so you glance at your burn that was actually starting to heal now that you’re properly taking care of it. Then over at the cans. You can do this.

You’re good with those stupid arcade hunting games. You can do this… totally not different at all…

You close your eyes as you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Then snapping them open and aiming the rifle. Shooting and hearing that thunk. You smile to yourself. Again, again, again… Getting all five cans just like Natalie. You place the gun down and turn around. Doing a bow to the crowd as they cheer for you.

Natalie taking your hand and lifting it. “To the champions.” She jokes and the girls entertain it, cheering loud. Then it slowly turns into your chant. “Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

1989

“Mom!” You call out, you are currently standing in the doorway of your fathers office. He’s nowhere to be seen so you head to the living room. Your mom hums from the couch, sitting there with your brother and sister. Both of them asleep and using her as a bed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She looks over her shoulder to look at you. “Where’s dad?” You had just gotten home from school and you were excited to show your father something you had made in art class. Her face falls due to your question and pressing her lips together as if she’s attempting to figure out what to say next.

“Mom?” You walk closer to her, holding the paper from art close to you. “Come sit down, okay?” She points to a spot beside her and nervously you do so. “Dad is going to be staying somewhere else for a little bit.” She starts, and you tense up. “Just a little bit?” You ask but you have a feeling “little bit” is actually permanent.

She lets out an exasperated sigh. “[Name], you know how dad’s been lately… right?”

You quietly nod. He’s been angry, yelling and throwing things. Unusually mean.

“We thought it would be best if he goes to figure some things out for a little bit.” She tells you but your face contorts, you don’t like how she’s wording it all. “You’re getting a divorce?” You question, avoiding eye contact with her. She bites her bottom lip at you saying the words she hasn’t been able to get out.

“Yeah…” Her voice cracks. “Keep it between me and you though, alright?” She sticks her hand out and you grab it. Forcing a small smile. Trying to be somewhat comforting to your mother as you see tears well in her eyes. “Okay, mom.” You reply.

Just like when your father was angry, you kept it a secret for your mother. How when he threw something in her direction as he went on a tyrant about how she doesn’t listen to him. She made you promise to not tell a soul.

Secrets that kept building. Even when he accidentally hit you with one of the things he threw, leaving a bruise on your arm. You swore you’d keep it to yourself. No matter if a teacher asked where it came from. You’d just shrug your shoulders. Silence that grew.

And fear that struck you so deeply. Fear of losing your parents. Fear of going against your mom. Of people knowing how dysfunctional your family is. How dysfunctional you were becoming along the way.

How you couldn’t even save your mom from your father. All you could do was take your siblings to another room. They’re so young though they won’t have to keep secrets. They don’t understand what’s happening.

And you promise to protect them from everything you’ve had to endure. They won’t know the secrets you’ve been told your whole life. How your father can’t live without his medication. How your mother clings to him even though he drop her in an instant if given the chance.

Your mother wanted to have a picture perfect family.

Only to ruin it herself by her choice of a husband.

2021

Sitting in your house you think of Travis. How he hung himself… but also taking in Natalie’s words. Could she be right? Did someone do this to him? If so, who the fuck could it have been?

Shaking your head, you don’t want to think about it. You never liked him, even when Natalie was on and off with him. You could never stomach him. Never be friends with him. So why is it hitting you so hard that he’s dead?

Why does it make you think of her?

Of the love of your life? The one you constantly fight yourself from hitting up. Going to find her and just make sure she’s okay. But you know for a fact that the conversation following after seeing her would not be enjoyable. How you couldn’t do it because it could lead to an argument and that’s something you could never do with her.

Raising your voice at her just couldn’t happen. And that was part of the reason the two of you split up. Lack of confrontation. Lack of a sense of care… Lack of trust… in her words.

Thinking back to Natalie’s reaction to Travis’s death and you knew how deeply it would cut you if that had been your lover… You think of Misty who’s more interested in helping Natalie than you are. Who’s willing to go the extra mile to figure out what happened with Travis.

You’re a bad friend, at least that’s what you think. You have no purpose with them. You have no interest in helping. There’s no sense of need from them when it comes to you. What’s your purpose of just walking around blindly when they’ve got it figured out.

What’s your purpose anymore anyways…

And at work, you sit there, staring at the screen of emails. Clicking to the unfinished project that’s due by the end of your shift.

What’s the point of this? You have money. You have so much money saved that there was no need for this. This job that was to supposedly give you a sense of need. A sense of purpose. What’s truly the point of it? Bringing back your most recent thoughts back at home. It’s the same everywhere you go.

You weren’t needed here, you’re replaceable. You always have been. What made you think a job could fix you.

Tiredly you stand from your chair. Grabbing your things and making your way out of the building. Not before sending a mass email out to your coworkers. That click of your keyboard was so satisfactory you almost stayed where you were to breathe in the feeling.

“[Name]!?” A voice calls behind you but you don’t stop your steps. If anything you move faster.

“[Name] it’s not time for your break.” You hear heels clicking behind you. You suck in a breath and stop in your tracks to turn to the young girl.

“I quit. Tell Isik I said to suck my fucking cock and balls. Screw this company just like you screw him behind his wife’s back.” You snap, loudly speaking. Earning an audience.

The young girl's eyes fill with tears of embarrassment as she feels everyone looking at the two of you.

You fix your posture and then smile. “Nothing personal, sweetheart.” You pat her shoulder before storming out of the building.

Sitting in your old beat up car and taking a breather before breaking out into a laugh. A hysterical and exhausted laugh. “Holy shit!” You cackle, holding your stomach as you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The only thing that somewhat calms you down is the sight of your boss-ex boss stomping out of the building with an angry expression. You roll your window down, acting as though you’re going to listen to him.

He makes it to your car and you grin up at him. “[Name], get back inside.” He calmly tells you and you press your lips together trying not to laugh in his face.

“This must be some crazy misunderstanding. You’re the best on my team. You can’t leave me high and dry like this.” He pleads with you as you just stare up at him.

“Not a misunderstanding, Isik. Back away from my car.” You politely speak and he shakes his head. “[Name], I will raise your pay for you to stay. That’s how serious I am.” His hand touches your car and your eyes flicker down to it with pursed out lips.

“Yeah and I’m seriously about quitting right now. Might want to go back inside and check your email. Even sent your wife one.” You wink to him and ply his hand off so you can roll your window back up. He scrambles back from your vehicle with a scared expression on his face.

You scrunch your nose with a smile on your face, twiddling your fingers his way as a goodbye. Speeding off and out of the parking lot.

1996

You were off in the woods, scavenging for berries or nuts. Something to eat while everyone waits for Natalie and Travis to hopefully come back with food. Doubtful on their first try but others remained hopeful. You wanted to butt in about the arrangements of them going together, even asking to go in Travis’s place but Coach deemed you distractible.

Natalie and you being best friends and all.

Quietly you pick berries from a bush, placing them into a bowl you brought out with you. You know most of the girls are doing the same but you chose to go in another area. You remember this book you had gotten from the library about surviving out in the wilderness. You were in middle school but the only thing you could even remember from it was the berries and mushrooms that are edible and the ones that are not.

You walk around in silence as you pick berries. Picking ones that seem the most tasty. Not bitter and difficult to bite into. Thinking to yourself about how this feels unreal.

That you’re actually out in the woods right now and it’s not some weird camping trip your mom is making you go on. You’re here when you should’ve been going to nationals then back home days later.

You wonder how your siblings are doing without you. If they’re sleeping well. Who’s packing their snacks and lunches for school because you know for a fact your mom is probably just sending them to school with five bucks and calling it a day.

Are they even going to school with you missing?

Are people actually searching right now in this current moment?

Steps behind you, almost scare you but you snap your head over to the movement. Your eyes falter seeing Van stand there and you go back to picking berries off of a bush. “Don’t act too excited to see me.” She sarcastically says with an amused smirk, following behind you as you continue as you're doing. “Sorry.” You whisper.

Not wanting to say anything else in worry that you’ll fortuitously say something that you’ll definitely mean but don’t want to let slip past your lips. “You’re avoiding me.” She states to which you glance over at her then back to your hand. “Did I do something?” She asks.

She had a feeling about the porno magazine but then she began overthinking with all the time of you two not speaking. Or rather you blatantly ignoring and avoiding her every chance you got. You let out a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut.

“No, you didn’t do anything.” You tell her, sounding irritated but not meaning it that way.

She flinches at your tone. “If I did, I’d like to know so I can apologize. I truly didn’t mean to-”

“Van, please.” You face her but your eyes can’t seem to find hers. Looking past her or at her forehead. And before you can say anything else you hear the girls freaking out over something. “Holy shit!?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” You both her, the two of you share a look before chasing after the yells.

“Is everyone okay?” You ask, pushing through the brush to join them. Only to see the reasoning right in front of you. A prop plane right there with partially grown over roots.

Your mouth drops in shock, Van moving past you to inspect it further. “It must have belonged to the dead guy.” Jackie comments as Laura Lee climbs into the cockpit. You stand back as you look at it. Then flickering over to the redhead who is messing with the propellers. She had called you out not even moments before.

You couldn’t explain how you felt because of it too. You were never good at confrontation that led to being vulnerable with your emotions. It’s easier when you’re angry, when you have something to blow up on. Not when it’s something like this. Something you’re so incredibly confused about.

With Van you felt so close to her without even truly knowing anything about her. She didn’t know much about you either but for some reason there’s a weird connection. You both felt it, you’re just the scared one. Holding it back.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the propellers making a noise and starting to spin. The plane launched forward right to the redhead.

You let out a yell, wanting to move to her but a hand grabs you. Jackie pushes Van out of the way and it comes right for her. All of you girls are screaming. “Turn it off!” Taissa, the one who’s holding you shouts. “I’m trying!” Laura Lee cries out, pressing any button she can as the captain of your team stands there, frozen. The propeller about to attack her face.

And miraculously the plan stops just what seems like centimeters in front of her. Jackie stumbles backward in shock.

Laura Lee pulls the red “fuel cut off” knob and the plane goes dead. “Fuck…” Akilah shakily says. Taissa lets you go and you sprint over to the redhead, helping her up to her feet. “Are you okay?” You quietly ask and she nods her head, placing a hand on her chest to calm her heart.

“Okay, good, good.” You pat her back she starts to walk off, not to be away from you but trying to get her mind to stop going crazy like it is. You watch her leave before heading to Jackie worriedly. “Are you… good?” You question and she crumbles in your arms. “Holy shit!” She lets out and you rub her back up and down.

“It didn’t want him to leave…” Lottie remarks and all of you girls look over at her. Unsettled by the statement, shaken by what just happened. Jackie grips onto your shirt as the nerves are beginning to settle down. Van watches, wanting to be pissed but knowing Jackie has always been your friend.

Akilah goes to your side without even realizing it and you give her a gentle smile. “Let’s head back to the cabin, guys.” You lead the way back. The girls followed blindly, glancing back at the plane repeatedly.

1989

Your little brother giggles loudly as you tickle him, Tilly on the other side of you in your mom’s car.

Waiting as she talks with the daycare workers. She has just started a new job and needs a babysitter as your father has been nowhere to be seen for the past three weeks.

Another secret to hide from your teachers at school along with friends like this girl named Natalie who you’ve recently started building a close bond with.

Your mother opens Tilly’s side of the door, taking the carseat out. “Can you help me bring Theo inside please?” She asks and you nod your head, unbuckling your own seatbelt to do so.

Theo clinged to your side as you guys entered the building. Nervous about a new place.The daycare worker leading the way to his room first. She was telling your mom all the information about the place as you stayed quiet.

Finally after what felt like forever to you, you have to let Theo wander to the other toddlers in the room. A teacher watching over him. And the worker from before shows your mother to the nursery for the babies. Tilly is about to be six months in a week, so she had a little bit more paperwork due to how little she is.

Hand-over was a lot easier, your mom giving them her diaper bag and everything they’ll need for your baby sister.

It was a strange experience but you walked out with your mom, glancing up at her to see a sad expression laid on her face. “You okay, mom?” You furrow your brows and she sniffles, turning away from you. “I’m fine, sweetheart.” She unlocks her car and the two of you get in.

It became a routine, taking them to daycare then you to school. You ride the bus home then your mom picks your siblings up after finishing her work for the day. It was simple and for it only being five days since she started it was working smoothly. You even didn’t mind it if this was how it’s going to be from now on without your father.

It gave you two hours to do homework before your siblings came home and you had to help with them.

You still wondered what happened to your dad, where he went… Where he is. If he’s okay. If he’s finally trying to go back on his meds. You wondered if he was missing you guys like you missed him.

“[Name] [Last Name].” A voice calls from the doorway of your class. You look up to see your principal standing there. All eyes turned to you and you felt yourself shrink in your seat. “Come with me.” She wags her finger with a superficial smile across her lips. You peer around at your classmates as you stand up.

“Take your stuff.” She says and you do so, picking up your folder on the desk along with your backpack underneath your chair. Quietly leaving the class as a few students murmur about you being in trouble.

“Did I do something?” You nervously ask, following slightly behind your principals whose heels click loudly with each step. Keys jingling annoyingly on her hip. “No, dear. You’re being picked up early.” She chuckles and your mouth goes into the shape of an ‘o.’ It still doesn’t settle your nerves. Being picked up early isn’t normal.

It was rare since your mom wanted you to have perfect attendance. So this must be something serious. And as the two of you are rounding the corner you see your father with your siblings in the office.

You stop in place, eyes wide at the sight. Your father who has been gone for almost a month now. “Mr. [Last Name], you are free to have her. I hope everything is alright with the Mrs.” Your principal says and your father gives her a dearing grin. “Of course! Thank you and have a good one.” He nods his head, leaving the office and then smiling your way.

“C’mon, [Name].” He motions for you to lead the way outside. Stumbling, you do so. Theo grasping at your hand. You push the heavy door open for you guys and he unlocks his car. You didn’t ask questions. Nervous that you might upset him.

Just climbing in the car and helping get the little one’s buckled up.

The drive was calm, only the sounds of your father tapping on the wheel and the occasional noises from your little siblings. That was until you spoke up. “Uh, Dad, where have you been?” You questioned him and he looked back at you through his mirror. “I’ve been working on getting my family back.” He simply says.

You give him a look. “We didn’t go away though?” You didn’t understand what he meant making him snicker. “Your mother took you from me. Making me leave my own home.” You watch as he grips the steering wheel. You lean back. “I was working on a way to get my babies back. Take you to a real home.” He tells you with minimal explanation. Your shoulders lift up, tense and now scared.

“Are we going to stop at our house first… you know, to get our stuff?” You frown and his eyebrows furrow. “I have everything you need.” He says then he realizes something. “Oh, I have this for you!” He digs through his glove box as he drives. Almost swerving off the road but getting this small jewelry box.

“For you, since you’re my little bug.” He smiles, throwing it back at you and you catch it. You open it slowly, seeing a dragonfly charm. “Thanks, dad.” You give him an awkward smile and he reaches his hand back. Requesting to hold yours. Anxiously you do so.

You look at his eyes, remembering how to dictate his episodes. His pupils still dilated but this time he seems to be on… something? You obviously didn’t know much about drugs, only seeing your mom smoke a cigarette once and your dad tipsy occasionally after hanging out with friends.

“Have you taken your medication, dad?” You ask him and his face falls at your question. He takes his hand back and lifts up his body. Focusing on the road. “I’ve been taking medicine, new ones though. It’s better.” He averts his eyes from your own. Turning down a road and into a parking lot.

“Little pit stop!” He claps his hands. “You mind staying in here while I do something?” He inquires and you shrug your shoulders. “Okay.” You mumble as he’s already halfway out of the car.

Theo is surprisingly knocked out. Tilly is quiet just looking at her toys and the world around her. You didn’t know what to do. This was some sort of kidnapping, wasn’t it? You want your mom.

You wonder if she’s going to freak out. What is she going to do?

You were stuck in between the little’s as you waited for your father to come back to the car. Starting to grow impatient as you do so. You tap your foot neurotically. Your eyes scan the area. Not even knowing where your dad went.

And when you figure it out you see him talking to some strange man. You try to focus your eyes on the two of them. The man your father is talking to is angry? Shouting at your dad about something. Very close to the road.

You see your dad shove the man, the man punching him back in the face. You gasp, covering your mouth. The two of them put their hands on one another.

Somehow your father lands in the road after stumbling away from the strange man. You unbuckle your seatbelt. Climbing up to the front seat of your dad’s car. Almost face planting in the radio. “Crap.” You whisper, trying not to wake up your little brother. Exiting the car.

“Dad!” You scream. The man looks your way and loudly curses. Looking back at your dad who’s struggling to stand up from his spot in the road. “Dad!” You yell again, starting to jog his way.

You notice a semi truck who is unaware of your father on the pavement. Your eyes widen and you start running faster. “Dad! Dad! Get up!” You scream, your dad lifting his head up to the sound of your voice. The man your dad was fighting fled the scene. You knew you couldn’t get to your dad in time.

“Dad!” You cry out, trying to wave your arms to get the semi’s attention. The guy driving the truck isn’t paying any mind though. “Get up! Get up!” You wail, your feet not moving fast enough.

The large vehicle coming into contact with your dad’s body, you let out a loud scream. Not even hearing a noise come from your father. You drop to your knees and the truck comes to a screeching stop. The sight of a body on the ground that’s not even recognizable anymore.

You couldn’t breathe from how badly your chest ached. Feeling like the wind was knocked out of you as you cried.

1996

“So, just for the record, we’re like even now… okay?” You overhear Jackie say to Van and you wince. Looking up to see the redhead’s face who doesn’t believe the words she just heard.

Before she could say more though you all hear the girls excited and impressed over something.

The three of you turn to see Natalie and Travis emerging from the woods, carrying a dangling deer on a carrying pole between the both of them.

All of you gather around them, cheering and shouting your approval as they lay the deer down. The group marveled at it, including Coach Scott.

“Holy shit. Nicely done, you two.” He compliments. “It was all Natalie.” Travis motions to the girl and you look at the both of them curiously. “So, what do we do with it now?” Natalie inquires.

“First, we have to bleed it out.” Ben says to put it simply and everyone goes quiet. Shauna cautiously stepped forward. “I’ll give it a try.”

“You sure?” You ask her and she nods her head. Natalie hands the girl a hunting knife and Shauna kneels down.

Pressing it to the deer's throat. The girls walk away but you stand over.

Watching the blood spill from the animal. Images of the dead from the crash fill your mind. And for some reason your deceased father crosses your mind. Something you’ve rarely thought of in a long time.

You take one last glance at the deer before walking away to join the others.

And later at night you help Shauna cook the deer’s meat. Handing it out to the girls one by one. Your own stomach gurgling and growling at the smell of the cooked meat but still you make sure everyone else has gotten something before you do.

Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain redhead.

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Word Count: 2.3k | Rating: M | CW: Death, description of canon deaths (Chrissy and Patrick) | POV: Eddie | Tags: Dark Eddie Munson, be careful where you play ding dong ditch, police officer Steve Harrington, this is a Author Chose Not to Warn situation so reader beware.

The roses are beautiful at this time of the year. The bushes bloom, lush pinks and peaches and reds, even some yellow ones. Eddie loves them.

He’s lived out here, way out on the outskirts of Hawkins, for nearly twenty years, in the old house he bought with Wayne, God rest his soul. He’s still the town freak, does his best not to go into Hawkins proper if he can possibly avoid it, always willing to drive to other towns to get his groceries and gardening supplies as much as he can. Other than that, and the occasional trip to his dealer in Indy, there’s not much else he needs in life.

Strangers wander through his garden sometimes, knocking the bright, plump petals off the stems, hoping for a look at him, sometimes even trying to snap a photograph. They’re young, for the most part, and he remembers what it was like to be their age. There had been an old geezer that had lived on the other side of the woods, and he and Gareth, Jeff and Matty would hike out there sometimes to get high and throw rocks at his windows. The rumours about him were nasty so they had no qualms about doing it. Eddie supposes this is karma come to bite him in the ass.

This one is a little older than usual, not a high school student by the look of him, but it’s hard to tell, kids are getting younger looking these days. He’s shifty, has a bag swinging from his wrist, and he can imagine what’s in it. A camera hanging from the other one.

“If that’s a bag of shit, can you throw it on the roses? I’m out of manure.”

Frightened blue eyes find him and the kid turns to make a break for it, but he’s just a little too slow and Eddie manages to grab him by the collar of his shirt.

“Ah, ah, ah. You came to look at the boogeyman, didn’t you? Don’t you want to get a good look?”

The kid yanks and pulls trying to slip out from Eddie’s grip, but Eddie holds tight, though he doesn’t want to frighten him, that’s not what this is.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to do anything!” the boy cries.

Eddie’s soft for them, he remembers what it was like to be a dick, even if he is angry about the rose bush.

“Hey, hey, calm down okay? I didn’t mean to scare you. But you know, you did fuck my bush up, dude. These take forever to look like this. If you wanted a picture to show your friends how brave you are you just had to ask.”

He let’s the boy go. Sometimes they run screaming abuse as they dart up the road, other times they walk away, breath heaving in their chests as they calmly try to get away from the supposed Hawkins Murderer and still retain a modicum of cool in front of their friends. And sometimes, just sometimes, curiosity gets the better of them.

The boy straightens out his shirt. “You’d really let me take a photograph?”

Eddie laughs. “Well, yeah, but you know, don’t tell everyone! This isn’t the Guggenheim, I don’t want queues of people waiting to get in. But I was a kid once, I know what it’s like to show off to your friends.”

The boys shoulders drop and he smiles back at Eddie. “Wow. Uh, okay, but I promise I’ll just take one and then I’ll leave, and I’ll make sure no one comes back.”

Eddie puts his hand out and the boy takes it. “Deal.”

It’s blisteringly hot, and the boy is sweating hard.

“You didn’t bring a bottle of water with you?”

The boy shrugs. “Didn’t think of it.”

Eddie tuts and heads to the house. “Get in here, asshole. Let’s get you something to drink.”

The boy seems unsure but the sun is scalding and with a quick look around, and a last look up the road, he follows Eddie inside.

Eddie keeps the curtains closed in the summer, a trick he learned from Wayne, so the temperature is noticeably cooler inside. He can practically hear the kid sigh in relief as he enters the house.

Eddie tells the boy to wait in the parlour - Wayne’s name for the living room, which Eddie thought was hilarious but secretly thought was so sweet - while he makes them something to drink. When he comes back he finds the kid leaning forward, peering at a photograph.

“What? Surprised I’m friends with a cop?”

It makes the kid jump and Eddie does his best not to laugh at him. Poor guy is already on edge, and Eddie’s lot’s of things but he’s not cruel.

“You know Chief Harrington?” asks his unexpected guest.

Eddie hands him a tall glass, one of Wayne’s special occasion glasses with the little yellow roses etched on the side, only meant for visitors. He doesn’t get an awful lot of those these days and it’s nice that to be getting some use out of the closest thing he has to a family heirloom.

“Yeah, we’re pretty close.”

The boy drinks greedily, faster than he should, but then it is awfully hot out and who knows how long he’s been outside.

“So do I get to know the name of my interloper? I know you know who I am.”

The boy has the decency to look embarrassed at least.

“Brian.”

Eddie gives him a warm smile and raises his glass. “Nice to meet you, Brian.”

Brian smiles back.

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr Munson. And I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to— I dunno, I just…. I’m sorry.”

He looks it, too, ashamed maybe. He probably grew up with his parents telling him stories about Freaky Eddie Munson, the Butcher of Hawkins High, how he had a predilection for high school students, how he got off on a technicality but everyone in town knows it was him. It’s how they all feel, it still follows him around like a vapour, a putrid gas cloud of toxic air that everyone can see and smell and has them all running in the opposite directions. He’s Moses, parting the Red Sea of Hawkins every time he walks up the aisle of Bradley’s, or has a rare moment of bravery when he takes to Main Street. He’ll never be free of it, but he’s come to terms with it, has found a way around it, a way of living a life despite the hate.

It broke Wayne’s heart. And that broke Eddie’s.

“So, did you drive here?”

He gets’s a shake of the head in reply.

“My mom needed the car. I dropped my bike at the end of your road.”

“Ah, smart. The road’s kind of rough. Did you at least bring a cellphone? We’re pretty far out here. You could have got in some real trouble, especially in this heat.”

“Don’t have one yet, my mom and dad don’t see the point.” He shrugs, looks self conscious about it. There’s something Eddie recognises in him; his sneakers are scuffed and beat up, his t-shirt looks like it’s been through several owners, no fancy labels. Whoever his family are, they don’t live in Loch Nora.

Brian's eyes dart around the parlour, from photograph to photograph. years of Eddie and Wayne, Eddie and his friends. The memories bring him comfort, help him feel connected to them still.

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like."

Eddie’s heart stutters a little bit, an echo from the past fluttering in the dust motes.

“Mean and scary?” he whispers, his throat suddenly tight.

Brian doesn’t look at Eddie as he takes a gulp from the ice cold drink, but Eddie can see the shy smile.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Eddie takes a small sip of his own drink, carefully avoiding the chip on the lip of his glass. He sighs. “Yeah, get that a lot.”

Brian tips the glass back, finishing the drink, and wipes his hand across his mouth. He’d probably wipe snot on his sleeve. It’s kind of gross.

“I know what everyone says about me,” Eddie says, moving to sit in the armchair across from the boy. He looks him fiercely in the eye. “I never killed those kids. I was a fucking teenager, man. But I was there,” he says, pained. “I saw all of it… Chrissy first, then Patrick.” He closes his eyes and watches it all play back, feels the terror when he watched Chrissy float, the icy cold of the lake as he fell out of the boat as Patrick crumpled above him.

“I know what killed them, though, and it was nothing human. And I know what you’re thinking, crazy old fucker’s gone off his rocker living out here in the middle of nowhere. If I told you what killed them you’d never believe me anyway.”

The Spring and Summer of ’86 are etched on him, his mind and his body. A year of disbelief, of fear, of anger and eventually of healing. He made life long friends, but he paid dearly to get them.

For the first time since he entered Eddie’s home, the boy looks afraid.

“It’s gone now, don’t worry about that. Some very brave people fought and lost their lives to save this town, and now it’s safe again.

“But the thing that killed them, it…,” and Eddie stumbles here because it’s still so painful to think about, still so fresh in his memory all these years later. “It took their eyes, just sucked them straight back into their heads. You’ve never seen anything like it, man. It haunts me to this day. All this time. I’ll never be free of it.”

The kid begins to cough and Eddie rises to pat him on the back, handing him his own glass.

“Here, take another sip.”

And the boy does, drinks greedily from the fancy glass with the fancy flowers. Half of it streams down his chin.

“So I never got to see their eyes, you know? Never got to know what it was like, the actual moment when someone dies.

“When I saw it for the first time, that moment, fuck man. It was… You know that thing people say? ‘The eyes are the windows to the soul?’ It’s true. You can see the actual second they're gone. It’s… it’s magical.”

The flower glass falls to the floor and rolls under the chair. Eddie bends to pick it up, checks it for chips or cracks before taking it back to the kitchen and placing it in the sink. He’s always worried about them getting stained or damaged, got to rinse them straight away. When he comes back he crouches by Brian’s side, and he leans in.

“It was an accident, the first time. Some stupid asshole kid who thought he would fuck with the boogeyman on Halloween. I grabbed him, too hard I guess, and his head… “ And Jesus, his head, the blood, the way Eddie panicked and was ready to run.

“He was alive, for a while anyway. I was scared, because now it had happened, you know, now there’s a kid dying in my house and I was fucking terrified, man.”

Eddie’s told this story before, but it never gets easier, and he feels like he’s talking to himself, trying to figure it out, after all these years. The person he was before and the person he became afterwards.

“I saw the moment his life left him, the exact second. And you know what?”

He moves closer, his mouth close to the boys ear, close enough to hear him struggle for breath.

“It was beautiful.”

The boy lies back in his chair, mouth open, wide eyes staring straight ahead. Eddie can just make out the little huffs of air as his paralysed body tries to keep itself going.

“My uncle used to drive trucks, long distance, coast to coast. And every now and then he’d come home and he’d plant a rose bush. And when he couldn’t fit anymore behind our trailer he planted them for our neighbours. Everyone’s garden’s looked beautiful. They’re all gone now,” he says, wistfully, “Earthquake dragged all of it to hell.”

He has his own now, his beautiful garden, alive with colour. His roses rich and fat.

“It’s funny actually, if you think about it. I never hurt a soul. Not a single one. Not until you assholes started coming out here.

“So you see, Hawkins is to blame for this. Not me.”

It’s getting close and Eddie’s heart races, pushes against his ribs, excitement pulsing in him.

“I know what you’re thinking, someone will come looking for you, right? Mommy and Daddy will go to the police, and there’ll be a search party, same as they did for that red head kid last summer. Same as they did for those twin brothers a couple of years back. So many runaways, though, it’s really sad. But that Hawkins for you.”

Eddie grabs Brian by the chin and gently turns the boys face toward him; he needs a clear view of the eyes, unobstructed, wants to see those big baby blues lock on him. Needs to see the fear.

They’re bloodshot, sadly, it happens sometimes. A shame. But he’ll still get what he wants.

“Relax. It will all be over soon.”

****

The sun is low in the sky when he hears Steve’s truck rumble up their long drive. He drives the shovel into the dirt hard enough to keep it standing upright and crosses the garden to meet Steve at the gate.

“Found this at the top of the road,” Steve says, pushing a dirty blue bicycle through the little picket gate. He wheels it to their shed, unlocks it and pushes it inside to sit with the others.

Eddie walks up behind him and grabs Steve by the waist, pulling him into a fierce kiss, laughing as their lips meet. Steve steps back and takes hold of one of his hands, turning it over and back again.

“Been gardening, huh?”

“Yep, put that new rose bush in.”

Steve smiles fondly as he takes in the new plant, little flashes of yellow petals poking through opening green buds.

“Guess I’m going to be late home from work tomorrow.”

They link fingers and head up the porch steps, back into the darkness of their home.

This started as something for the next Corroded Coffin Fest in July and spiralled (me with an out of control word count? I would never!)

And did I make implications about what Wayne used to get up to when he was trucking? Maybe so.

@the-unforgivenn 😈

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 4 months ago

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Edward Scissorhands, 1990

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: I saw this movie for the first time last year….Who TF was gonna tell me it ends that way.

P.S why is he LOOKING like thaaaaat

Anakin sits at his desk, he’d been tinkering with the little broken-down Gameboy you’d given him in hopes he could save it for you. You’re laying on his bed, toying with the edges of your shirt sleepily when you turn over, looking at the time on your phone.

“Hey, Ani?” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, grabbing your pants from the floor. He doesn’t look up as he hums in response. You roll your eyes playfully and get up, shimmying into your leggings and grabbing your bag from the chair.

“I have to get going” You run your hands down his bare chest and kiss his cheek. He distractedly turns his head, his eyes still on the little board in front of him as he whines. You giggle and cup his face, turning him to face you and kiss him, he sighs against your lips as you dip your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his and tasting a little hint of you from earlier.

“I’ll bring this over when I’m done with it” He mutters as you pull away, still staring at your lips. You kiss his forehead and throw your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll see you later cutie”

He’s done way sooner than he ever expected, he’s actually confused about why you’d even brought it over because it was definitely an easy fix once he figured it out, it was something he’d definitely taught you before.

He passes your house on his bike, trying to keep it as quiet as possible as he parks a few houses down at your neighbor Cindy’s. Cindy was an older woman who loved having Anakin around, said he reminded her of her late husband when they were young and he could park there any time.

Apparently, they used to sneak around too.

It wasn’t that your parents hated him, they just thought you could do better. And your father thought his piercings were weird…it’s probably a good thing he wasn’t aware of the ones he was sporting in… other places.

So sometimes, for quick things like this, he’d just sneak in through your window. He climbs up the trellis and reaches up to shove your window open. He can see your LED lights turned to red. He smirks and bites his lip. You usually reserve that color for him. It’s like you’d known he’d be coming.

His mouth drops as he catches a flash go off just as he’s looking in the window. You’re laid on your bed in a pretty little red lingerie set. The top of it has a fluffy white trim and you’ve got your makeup done up. He pushes the window open and you squeak, dropping the camera and covering your body.

“Anakin!” You hiss and he comes in through the window, taking his shoes off before he steps foot on your fluffy pink carpet.

“Whatcha doin'?”

You roll your eyes at the childish way he says it, a shit-eating grin on his face as he places the little box he’d put your game in on your desk.

“Nothing”

“Nothing? Really? Okay.” He drops your heavy textbooks off your desk and your mouth drops wide open

“Honey?? Are you okay?” You hear your mom from downstairs and you rush to the door, Anakin rushes to the bed at the same time, covering his footsteps with yours, and launches himself onto it.

“I’m fine!!” You lock your door and glare at him, coming back over to the bed.

“What are you doing here?!”

“What are you doing??” He snatches the little pile of Polaroids off your bedside table and starts going through them, his eyes growing impossibly wide.

You snatch the last few from him and gather them all up as fast as you can

“Anakin! Quit it! These- they- Anakin!!”

You slam your head against the bed and bounce off, dramatically falling to your floor, he reaches over for your camera snapping a picture of you lying there like an idiot.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He snickers as he gently shakes the photo.

“Well- you kinda ruined it. So I don’t care anymore” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and he smirks, enjoying the way your breasts perk up.

“You’re such a fucking perv” You groan as you sit up, you get off the floor and snatch the stupid Polaroid from him. You turn away from him and walk away, staring at the photo. Your head whips around as you hear another shutter and you put your hands on your hips.

“Anakin!”

“You’re walking around with your ass hanging out and you think for one minute I’m not taking a picture of that?? Come on baby… tell me what you’re up to”

“They were your Christmas present okay! I- I got the idea from a friend and… and they were your Christmas present”

His mouth falls open slightly as he looks at you, he shifts a little, adjusting his sweatpants, and clears his throat.

“Oh?”

“Mhm and now you’ve ruined it” You cross your arms over your chest and pout. Anakin coos over your sweet face and comes to the edge of the bed, pulling you to him.

“Oh baby no, no it’s okay… you’re actually lucky that I’m here!”

“And why’s that?” You roll your eyes with a fake little sniffle and his heart absolutely melts for you

“Because baby, I can help you get all the right angles”

You giggle a little at his innuendo and he eases you onto the bed with him

“Now you just wipe those little tears and let Daddy take care of everything okay?”

“If I wipe my eyes I’m going to smear my mascara,” You tell him and he grabs the camera, checking it out for a second

“Exactly”

You do as he instructs, laying on your back with one hand next to your head and the other across your torso. He snaps the picture and makes you spread your legs next, slowly slipping your fingers between your bare folds. He pulls your panties aside, taking a picture of your glistening lips, and sighs dreamily.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty babydoll. Why don’t you play with yourself hm? Wanna watch you doin’ that for me”

You blush as you rub your clit, arching your back slightly. He takes a picture of that too as you spread your legs wider, moaning softly as you sink your fingers inside yourself. You look up at him with hooded eyes and he reaches down, palming himself through his pants as he takes another picture.

“You’re gonna use way too much film” You giggle and he scoffs, pulling out his phone and checking the make of your camera.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not gonna order more. I want an entire album of this pussy”

“Anakin!” You squeak and he tosses his phone back down

“Ordered! Now, I’m not sure I really believe you…”

“What do you mean?” You prop yourself up on your elbows and he moves to settle between your legs, he strokes himself through his pants again a couple times before pushing them down. Your eyes widen and he snaps another picture.

“I just think we could make it more real” His cock springs free from his boxers, standing up against his torso. You lick your lips slowly and he takes another, he strokes himself a couple times before, notching his weeping cock at your entrance.

“A-Anakin my parents are downstairs” You whisper breathily, staring at his thick cock as he teases your hole.

“So shut up and take it”

He pushes into you slowly, stretching you out on his cock. Your mouth drops slowly into a little “o” shape as he enters you, he takes a picture of the way you suck him in, the way you stretch to try and take him all, inch by inch he sinks into you, it almost feels like it’s never gonna end. Eventually, his hips are flush with yours, he takes a picture of your connected bodies and then tosses the Polaroid to the side, he leans down and kisses you, it’s hot and messy as you cup his face and kiss him back, moaning into his mouth.

“You think you’re gonna be able to be quiet?” He pulls away panting and you nod fast, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck

“W-we can’t on my bed Ani, they’ll definitely hear it”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I got inside you?” He pulls out and you both moan lowly before he’s climbing off the bed and dragging you with him. You grab the camera as he picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Okay… okay… where do I fuck your brains out” He looks around your room as you giggle into his shoulder.

He gasps quietly, an idea popping into his brain. “You’re gonna hate me for this” he puts your legs down, keeping you against his chest as he drags the giant teddy bear he’d gotten you for your birthday to the center of the room.

“What the fuck are you doing??” You whisper and he swats your ass making you squeak

“Shut up and let me work alright?”

He turns you around, holding you close to him, feeling his chest against your back.

“How do we feel about this?” he pushes on your shoulders lightly so you sink down to your knees, he goes with you, his hand running down your spine as he guides you to lay on top of it. He takes the camera from you and gets a couple of shots of that before stroking your back.

“Opinions?”

“I’m going to kill you for this”

“But you look sooo fucking good, he runs his hands down your sides firmly, pressing you into the soft fur of your teddy before sliding back into you. Both of you groan at the stretch, feeling the way this angle sends him deeper.

“Oh…we’re so doing this again when we can be louder” He pumps his hips slowly, getting you used to him before he just can’t help himself anymore. He ruts into you, setting a new, rougher pace, one hand moves to your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucks you harder.

He reaches back, tugging your hair as he grabs a blanket and puts it between your bodies to muffle the sounds of him pounding your cunt and then pushes your head down into your teddy to muffle the moans flowing from your lips.

The camera is long forgotten as his hips snap against your ass, fucking you hard and fast, he rolls his hips with each thrust grinding you down into the soft fur and teasing your clit. It feels like you’re between two of him as his hips thrust yours down into the soft fluff and you reach desperately for your bedside drawer.

“What’s up baby, what can I do for you?” He doesn’t stop thrusting as he whispers to you, shoving little squeaks out of your lips

“V-Vibrator” You moan out and he lifts his leg, pressing deeply into you as he leans over and opens your drawer, he digs around for a second and pulls out your cute purple vibrator, handing it to you.

“God you have the best ideas”

You slide it between your legs and every time he thrusts you both feel the intense vibrations. He growls lowly, his hips speeding up and fucking you into the floor.

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he bites and sucks at your neck. "Gonna fill this pussy up, baby. Gonna pump you full of my cum and take pictures of it flowing out, you want that? You want pictures of Daddy’s cum filling your pussy?”

“Anakin!” Your mouth drops open as he pushes your face into the bear to quiet you, his hips stall, pressing you down hard into the vibrator and he has to bite down on your shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly. His thrusts become erratic, his thighs shaking as his cock pulses, he pushes back into you again, emptying his load inside you as you cum with him, your body shaking just as hard as his as you grind into the vibrator. He keeps his hips there for a moment, enjoying the way you struggle underneath him to get away from the overstimulation.

He rolls off of you and reaches for the camera, holding it down low to get a good picture of your pretty pussy. He slowly drags his fingers through your folds, collecting it on his fingers and turning the camera around to take one last photo of him sucking his fingers clean.

You roll onto the floor, panting softly as you watch him. He looks into your eyes, his tongue wrapping around his fingers and you blush

“Ani really?”

“Wanna taste?” He smirks, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a dirty kiss, you moan softly, tasting your mixed fluids on his tongue, he lets his cum drop into your mouth and you swallow. He pulls away sitting on his heels and looking at you, his stare was always so intense, especially when he’s just been fucking you.

“You wanna come over tonight? Maybe make a movie this time babygirl?”

You bite your lip, scooting closer to kiss him when suddenly there’s a knock at your door. He goes scrambling under your bed and you throw his clothes under with him.

“Hey honey, your mom says dinner is ready”

“Okay, I’ll be down soon. Can you um-can you ask her to box some up for Anakin too? I’m gonna go to his place to finish studying later!”

“I guess…what are you two gonna be working on?”

“…Film?”

#words by rhys #rhys writes #anakin fanfiction #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars x reader #kinkmas 2024 #rhyskinkmas24

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Tony DiNozzo x reader - stay with you

I was wondering if you could please write something about NCIS. Perhaps Tony helps you..his girlfriend or what he hopes could be a potential girlfriend... fall asleep as he found out the reader has been having bad insomnia for the past 4 nights and maybe at most you've gotten 3 hours of sleep a night since Friday night but now it's Monday night and enough is enough - @happygirl-0408 💜

Tony had a huge flirt, everybody knew that, and so did you because he spent most of his time flirting with you.

Which meant he also spent a lot of time admiring you, and being near you.

So when he noticed a huge dip in your energy, how snappy you were and how drained you seemed to be he immediately became worried.

Sitting across from you, he watched as you patted around your desk, seemingly lost in your own world or unable to focus on what you were doing.

You finally grabbed your up and picked it up, bringing it to your mouth before you stopped a looked in it with a sigh.

“Want a coffee?” You asked.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

Tony watched as you slowly stood, bumping into your desk.

“Alright thats it.”

Walking over, he took your cup and set it down, easing you back into your seat.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked.

“Huh? Nothing.”

Tony frowned.

“That is the fifth coffee you’ve had in the past hour, you’re hardly paying attention and you just walked into your desk.”

“Sometimes people walk into things DiNozzo..” you grumbled.

“I have known you for nearly five years and you have never, ever, walked into that desk.”

You glanced at him before immediately looking away, and he caught the redness of your eyes.

It clicked pretty quickly after that.

“When was the last time you slept?”

You shrugged a little.

“Not long ago.”

“When?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t know three… four days maybe…”

“Jesus Christ, why? Why haven’t you slept? Why did you come in?”

“Cause I got bored of sitting in bed trying to sleep.” You snapped.

He looked at his watch before grabbing your bag and jacket, turning your computer screen off.

“It’s that time anyway, come on.”

“Where?”

Tony held your jacket out for you.

“Just come on, did you drive here? Please tell me for the love of everything you didn’t.”

“I’m not that stupid, I got a cab.”

He nodded, helping you into your jacket before walking you to the elevator, swinging his keys from his finger.

Despite you asking again and again he refused to tell you what he was planning, and you were just to tired to push it any further.

He helped you into his car, and drove you to your apartment, helping you inside.

“Right, go change.”

He walked away and you padded to the bedroom, throwing yourself in the bed again.

You could hear the bath running, and soon Tony came through and looked at you.

“If you choose what to sleep in I’m choosing for you.”

You grumbled a little, burying your face into the pillow.

“I warned you.”

Tony wasn’t actually going to rummage through your draws, but he knew you liked to hang up your hoodies and sweatpants in the wardrobe, so that’s where he went.

“I’m not getting anything else, here.”

He dropped them on you and left the room, letting you gather the rest of your clothes and you padded into the bathroom.

He had run you a hot bath, and filled it with bubbles.

“Have a bath, I’ll figure something out for dinner, then we’ll watch some of those horrible films you love so much.”

You laughed weakly, and nodded, closing the door as he left the bathroom and you happily climbed into the hot water.

It eased some of the tension in your muscles, and it was relaxing, but still not enough to sleep.

But true to his word Tony made you a light dinner, then he covered you in a blanket and got you to lay down.

He sat in front of you on the floor, silently, hoping you would sleep but you wouldn’t.

With a sigh, he got up, lifted your head and sat down, putting a pillow on his lap then resting your head on it, gently messaging your head.

“You need to sleep..” he whispered.

“Don’t leave..” you mumbled.

Tony smile a little.

“I won’t I promise, just try sleep.”

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Tony didn’t know if you were going to sleep, but he would sleep on your couch until he was sure you had slept enough

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shy-canadian-snowflake · 3 months ago

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Not Sober Pt 2

“Hm. Morning baby.” Wade said softly, reaching out for Logan. Logan rolled over and faced the other, a frown on his face. It took a second for Wade to clue in. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is all you have to say? Wade, you got stoned last night.” Logan shook his head. “Your doctor told you- you know better. It can worsen your delusions.”

“I’m not sorry.” The man stated, sitting up. Logan joined him and reached for his hand. Wade wanted to pull away but didn’t. Logan intertwined their fingers.

“Talk Mouth. Explain to me so I can understand why the hell you’d put your mental health at risk. You’ve been doing so good.” Wade’s lips twitched up into a sad smile as he took Logan’s hand and pressed it into his cheek. He nuzzled into the warm palm and let out a long sigh.

“I felt like I could control the chaos in my head. Sober me has been getting his fucking ass kicked. My brain is telling me I'm an awful human who only harms people, who only brings fucking suffering and sadness and despair. That there’s a ‘But’ when you say you are happy that I’m still alive.”

“Darlin. I am happy you are here.” Wade shook his head slowly and pulled Logan’s hand into his lap. He pressed on different parts of his palm, massaging it out.

“It still feels like there’s a ‘But’. But not really. But only when you are having a good day. But only when you are useful. It’s stupid.”

“It is fucking stupid because it’s not fucking true. I’ll love you bad day or good Bub.” Wake looked at him with a weak smile before going back to playing with his hand.

“Weed helps. I can see my own mental health in the maze that is my head. I can handle the world with all its fucking bullshit, I can understand the situation going on without feeling crippling panic. Everything is in neat tidy boxes that I can grab and organize and file everything away.” He gave a weak laugh, shaking his head. “ It might take me a few more minutes to do things or get the words out but I feel like a functional person who can work, who can do things. I feel like a normal person. I feel okay. I feel real.”

“You are real Wade.”

“Yeah Well.” He turned Logan's hand over to trace the veins on the back of it. “I don’t fucking feel like it.”

There was a moment of silence as each man took a moment to collect their thoughts. Wade was the first to break the silence, like he always was.

“When I’m sober, I’m locked in a room of dark spaghetti and I can’t get out. I’m drowning in fear of what is going on in the world, the fact that we have a billionaire that’s getting a little too close to being a well known dictator with a horrible taste in mustaches. All of these noodles of despair and fear. Time does repeat and we don’t learn and the sun is going to blow up one day so is it even worth anything and I’m just so scared and I feel like I’ll never not be scared and- and Weed quiets all that. Weed brings me to the chaos I can control. I can consent too. My brain is making me think and feel things without my consent.”

“Okay.” Logan said slowly, throwing an arm around the other and pulling him close. Wade head butted him which he did so back, “What can I do to help?”

“Let me smoke weed without judgment.”

“And what is your head saying to ya?” Wade hated that Logan always knew when he wasn’t all right. Sometimes it was great when he was questioning his own reality. Questioning if something is really there. It’s not so great when the voices in his ear are telling him things that make sense to him, but he knows won’t make sense to another living soul. It was like messages only for him to understand. Spoken in an old language only he understood.

“If I can break my ankle I’ll be in control of my chaos. My mind won’t control me today.” He sighed out, not bothering to fight.

“That’s why you shouldn’t do weed, darlin. It’s telling you things that aren’t true.”

“They feel fucking true. Can I just die for a few hours and wake up with a better head?”

“Al will be pissed if we got more blood and guts on this couch.” Wade flopped back onto the pull-out, sighing loudly.

“I don’t want to fight Logan. I want my mind to be silent for one goddamn day.” There was a warble to his voice as he spoke. Logan laid down beside him, pulling him close- chest to back. He tucked his legs behind Wades, causing the man to curl up a bit more. His arm thrown over Wade’s chest made sure to keep his hand pressed into Wade’s heart, feeling the beating of it through the shirt he wore.

“Do the meds. Do the meetings. Do what you got to. You will have a quiet day again Wade.”

“I doubt it.”

“You will.” And Logan spoke with such certainty that Wade wanted to believe.

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I'm having a real fucking hard time. My brain is saying to break my ankle. It makes sense too. If I do, the pain will override my brain and I won't have to be so fucking scared of everything. Future me- Don't smoke weed, it's not worth this fucking dark puddle.

#Mentally Unwell Wade #tw drugs #poolverine #wade wilson #logan howlett #tw psychosis #tw hallucinations #tw self destruction #ficlet

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lizzie-boo · 5 months ago

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Whispers in the Shadows: Part 1

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 671

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A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters this will be but I have the next two written and they will be posted every few days. After that updates might slow down a bit but I have fun ideas for where this is gonna go so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

As the months passed the feeling of unease was relentless. I could never place exactly what made me feel on edge but it was always something. Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t alone when I knew I was, or that the shadows hid secrets just out of reach, and more often than not the silence that filled my house was too much.

I often found that hanging out with my new friends helped to ease the torrent of nerves. Yet, I never knew if it was because the fear I felt was all in my mind and they helped bring me back to reality or if I was just too preoccupied to notice the monsters lurking. All I knew was that I was grateful to have friends to keep me company when it all got too much.

I pull open the door to Family Video, ready to return the movies I had rented last week. Movies were becoming my new crutch. When the silence got too loud and the shadows seemed to grow bigger I would throw on a movie and lose myself in the fictional world.

“Welcome,” I hear a familiar voice greet me as I step in. Looking toward the counter I notice Robin and Steve wearing their matching vests.

“Hey guys,” I greet as I place my movies down in front of them.

“Another night home alone?” Steve asks as he checks my selections back into the system.

“Yeah, my parents are out of town for another conference.” I let out a sigh and Robin catches my gaze.

“Are they ever home? I swear you’re always renting movies or hanging with us so you don’t have to be alone,” Robin grumbles.

I chew on my bottom lip for a second trying to figure out how to respond. Where they always away for work, yes, but it wasn’t their fault their adult daughter was still scared of the dark. My silly fears shouldn’t hold them back from their dream careers.

“They just really love their jobs and they’re good at it so they are the first pick for conferences. It’s really not a big deal,” I reassure.

Robin taps her nails against the counter before grinning up at me. “I think that once I graduate this year we should get an apartment together, then you won’t need to worry about your parents being away all the time.”

“That might be the best idea you’ve had,” I joke before turning to browse the new movies next to the counter.

Steve rounds the counter coming to stand next to me. He plucks the movie out of my hand before replacing it with his choice. I bump my shoulder into his before putting the movie back on the rack.

“I was thinking that if your parents are still out of town we could hang out tonight if you want,” Steve tells me while adjusting his vest.

“As fun as that sounds I already have plans with Nancy, we are having a girls night.” I then turn to Robin, smile widening. “You should totally come too!”

She grins at Steve, mouthing something that I can’t quite figure out before telling me, “That sounds great.”

I finally settle on a movie for us to watch tonight and place it on the counter. I quirk a brow in Steve’s direction when he silently checks out the movie and doesn’t make a single joke about the cheesy movie I picked.

Grabbing the movie I make my way toward the door and call out, “I’ll pick you up after your shift.”

Robin waves to me before turning to Steve, “Should I add another tally mark to the you suck side?” The door swings shut behind me and I never get to hear Steve’s response. I add the quip to my mental list of things I need to ask Nancy about later. The never ending list of inside jokes and stories that I want to understand so I can feel like I’ve fully become part of the group.

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #x reader #reader insert #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things series #Whispers in the shadows #WITS

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luke-hughes43 · 2 years ago

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Hey!

So this is my first time writing something and then publishing it so I'd love feedback. All I ask is that you be nice about it pls! Hope you like it!

Background: You and Luke have been best friends since birth and you both are freshman at the University of Michigan. You have had feelings for him since you were 15 and always thought that he didn’t reciprocate them so you never told him. One night, at a party thrown by the hockey team, everything between you and Luke changes.

This is best friends to lovers and there’s a bit of jealous Luke.

Y/N’s POV

So Luke invited me to some party that the upperclassman were throwing to celebrate the win they got tonight. Told me to bring my roommate, Kathryn (I call her Kat), who has become my best friend. We show up at like 10:45 and quickly find a drink. After that we go off to find Luke.

We find him with a couple of his teammates. I smile when I see him and he returns it. He says, “Y/N/N you made it!”

“I always do when you ask me too. Great game tonight.” I say with a smile. He smiles and pulls me in for a hug. I graciously hug him finding comfort in his arms like always.

Kat pulls my attention, “Hey, lets go find our girls. I think I saw them in the living room. You can flirt with Luke later.”

“Fine. I’ll see you later moose.” I flash a smile at him. He smiles back and releases his hold on me before I head off with Kat. She asks, “When are you gonna tell him how you feel?”

“I’m not. He’s my best friend. I’m not gonna ruin that.” I say.

She sighs and drops the conversation. She’s been trying to get me to tell him since we got a little too wine drunk one night and I blurted out that I’m in love with him. She drags me over to the rest of our friend group that always gets invited to hockey events.

We all just start dancing and having a good time together. I volunteer to get everyone new drinks. I grab everyone seltzers and we just keep having a good time. Some guy that I recognize from my econ class comes over, I think his name is nick, and starts flirting with me.

“Hey gorgeous.” He smiles. I smile back, “Hey. It’s nick right? I think we have econ together.”

“We do. You are the one always asking and answering the questions from the professor. Really smart girl.” He says with a smirk on his face. He puts his hands around my waist and steps a little closer to me. I smile up at him getting a little shy, “Well thank you.”

“You here with Hughes?” He asks.

I shake my head, “No. He invited me but I’m here with my friends. Why?”

“I always see you around with him and everything. I like knowing how tough the competition is.” He says striking at me some more which makes me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“How about you let me take you out sometime and I show you what I mean?”

“Ok sure.” I say smiling at him. He’s a pretty good looking guy and since Luke isn’t interested I might as well move on. We start having a conversation about our class together as we know that we have it in common. Luke comes over and interrupts, “Hey can I borrow her for a sec? Thanks.”

He doesn’t give either of us time to respond before he’s pulling my by the arm away from Nick. He gets me upstairs and alone. He looks pissed off and angrily says, “What the hell were you doing down there?”

“Talking to Nick?” I say like it’s obvious. He snaps back, “You were flirting with him!”

“Ok and?”

“Do you seriously not see why I’m upset?”

“No. Why should I? All you did was drag me away and get mad about me talking to him. That’s all you’ve done since we got to school Luke, get mad at me for talking to other guys.”

“It’s because I love you Y/N!”

“What?” I say confused.

“I love you Y/N. I have since were like 14 or something. I never thought that you would feel the same so I never said anything but it’s killing me. I’m in love with you and I have been for years. I can’t keep watching you flirt with guys over and over again.”

“Luke…” I start but he cuts me off, “I get it that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry that if I just ruined everything but I love you and you deserve to know and…”

I cut him off by kissing him. It takes a second to register in his head what’s going on but once it does, he’s pulling me close to him. My hands go the back of his neck and I start playing with the ends of his hair.

Eventually we pull away for air and we’re both breathing heavily. I say, “I love you too Luke. I have for a while.”

He smiles and kisses me softly, “well then, I guess that only leaves room for one question. Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’d be honored to.” I say with a smile.

We kiss one last time before going back to the party. He leads me back down while holding my hand. We head over to his friends and I stay tucked into his side as his arm is wrapped around my shoulder holding me close. My eyes scan the room for Kat and she gives me a look that questions what happened.

I smile and nod at her which is all she needs to put the pieces together that I finally told him about my feelings. She smiles back and jumps a little bit which makes me laugh. My attention is pulled back to the guys when I hear Dylan Duke, Luke’s best friend and roommate say, “Looks like hughesy finally made a move. Only took you 4 years.”

The guys all start giving Luke shit about waiting so long and it causes me to blush and hide in Luke’s chest. He tightens his grip on me and says, “alright alright. We get it, I waited a while to tell her. Can we move on please?”

The conversation gets changed and Luke just rubs his hand up and down my back. I stick with him the rest of the night with a smile on my face, finally being with the boy that I’ve loved since I was 15.

#luke hughes #new jersey devils #luke hughes imagine #umich hockey

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hoeforsungie · 1 year ago

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Found an old jikook wip. Gonna post it to see if people like it enough for me to bother continuing. Trigger warning/content warning though. Jimin does abuse drugs and there are depictions of drug usage/feeling high. Viewer discretion is advised…

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#WIP - If I’m Being Honest - Jikook

a/n: so this song really gets me in my feelings and this just kind of happened. this will probably be extremely triggering, just beware, please. stay safe and i love you. i’ll probably change the warning as the story progresses. i’m still not sure if i want to go where i originally planned, as it is kind of a sensitive topic.

“Could you love this?

Did you plan to fall?

Well, if I'm being honest

If I'm being honest

Well, if I'm being honest

Oh, I bet it's not that at all”

chapter one- the human condition

“loneliness is the human condition… never expect to outgrow loneliness. never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. an intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, a very great exception.”

jimin is floating. he’s so far up above the clouds that he can’t remember any of that pain that he felt just minutes ago, can't remember how he he was on the verge of collapse. a supernova about to burst into nothingness, with all that's left behind is that black hole—gaping and sucking all of the good things in. his vision tunneled as he grinned and swayed his hips carelessly to the loud throng of the music. the beat pulled him in and under as he threw his head back and let out a loud whoop of estaticity. he’s floating still, so far away from his body. he looks down at himself laughing and swaying his hips, he looked so happy on the outside. jimin wondered how a stranger would think if they saw this jimin. would they like him? would they think that he had his shit together? jimin bet that he looked confident and put-together to the random passerby.

he sighed inwardly as he felt a pair of rough hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him closer to a sweat-sticky chest. jimin decided that going with the flow wasn't too bad sometimes. he took a deep breath before throwing his cares away. he moved his hips to the beat and sauntered his way along the body behind him. he arched his back in the way that he knew had men fawning over him. he could feel the heat of their bodies moving together, could feel the calloused hands rub their way along jimin’s neck and jawline. it wasn't until his partner let out a gruff and deep sigh that he took a moment to look behind him. he knew that rough sigh anywhere. he whipped around and stared incredulously at the blonde boy behind him.

suddenly jimin was brought back down to earth as soon as he had started drifting away. “yoongi hyung? what the fuck! why are you? what are you doing? you're—you're here. why?” jimin sputtered, his face reddening at the realization that he had been grinding against his hyung. against his best friend. yoongi however, the bastard, did nothing but slyly smile. his hyung really has no shame. jimin’s face reddened further as he felt yoongi reach for jimin’s sweaty hand.

“hi, sweetheart. i came to check up on you. i was right to think that you weren't yourself. usually you wouldn't let any stranger touch you like this. jimin, honey, what have you done?” yoongi looked softly into those sad eyes that jimin always sported. they hid so many truths, jimin himself may never find them all within himself. jimin looked down at his feet in shame. he couldn't just tell his hyung that he had popped half a tab before coming to the club so he would finally feel something besides sadness.

yoongi had long become used to jimin’s upright refusal to answer questions sometimes. he softly sighed and placed his finger under jimin’s chin, gently bringing his eyes to meet yoongi’s. “let's get you home, yeah?” yoongi pulled jimin in for a quick embrace before he turned towards the crowd. “jimin, you stay here. alright, sweetheart? i’ll be back with taehyung soon.” yoongi spared jimin one soft glance before wading through the mass of bodies.

jimin resigned himself to the lecture he would receive from his friends as he waited impatiently for yoongi to return. half a song later yoongi, followed by taehyung, followed by the rest of their social circle stood in front of jimin.

he eyed the floor and picked at the hem of his striped sweater. he hated when his friends would do these little “interventions” for him, jimin was fine. he didn't need sympathy, he didn't need help. he was fine. fuck them and their pity.

jimin bit the inside of his cheek as his thoughts strayed from the conversation happening in front of him. it wasn't until jeongguk kicked jimin in the shin that he looked up. taehyung and the rest of the group were giving him an icy glare. jimin slumped his shoulders and resumed rolling the fabric of his sweater in between his hands. he caught only the last bit of taehyung’s lecture.

“—need help. we could find you a rehab center. there’s a few good ones in seoul.” taehyung’s hard eyes softened as he looked down at jimin’s state.

jimin slowly raised his head to meet taehyung’s eyes, not one bit of fiery defiance that the previous jimin used to have. he just looked defeated, and sad. so, so sad. jimin took one, two, three deep breaths before he let a single sob heave out of his chest and pushed out of the circle running.

jimin didn't spare his friends a glance as he shouldered his way out of the crowd, knocking into a man and spilling his fruity drink on his chest. jimin didn't even blink as the man shoved him to the ground and jimin his his head. the man sneered down at him, barking a rough “watch out, twink.”

#bts jimin #bts #bts army #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jeongguk fic #bts jeongguk #jiminie #park jimin #jimin #jimin fanfic #kpop #kpopidol #kpop fanfic

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bokunoheros · 7 months ago

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ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER day 5 - electrification : denki kaminari

warnings : he calls reader baby and ma’am, female reader, reader calls denki “kami”, dumbification, quirk play, electrification, backshots, switch denki, impact play, light degrading

word count : 700

🐙 note : he’s so stupid but hot asf

“ow! what the fuck was that for?”

you rubbed your arm as you felt a small shock go through it.

“i don’t know, i thought maybe you’d be into it and accidentally moan or something hot like that!”

your boyfriend was many things. sexy, nice, charming, handsome, and most of all stupid. did he seriously think you would accidentally moan if he sparked you? sure you’re into it but you never told him that, and even so why the hell would you moan when he does it randomly as you guys are at the mall? he’s a complete and utter idiot and he just says the dumbest shit sometimes. one time you were trying on a dress and his dumbass says, “that’d look good lying on my bedroom floor” with a thumbs up in front of all his friends. you’d think he’s dumbest when he’s in stupid mode after abusing his quirk, but of course he’s the dumbest when he’s having sex with you.

“goddamn baby, you’re sucking me in like a vacuum.”

you love your boyfriend, but his dirty talk really needed work, he thinks he’s so slick using one liners and pick up lines as he’s fucking you. he thinks his favorite pickup line is what made you fall for him so of course he thinks you’re truly swooning over his words in bed but sadly you are not.

“kami-fuck wait!”

denki pauses, you take the moment to gyrate your hips away from him and turn around to push him onto the bed in your place as you climb on top.

“just be quiet ok?”

he nods eagerly and lets you take control. your weight shifts onto him and you put your arms near his head. with this he has the perfect view of you sinking onto him and naturally his favorite part of your body: your boobs bouncing right in front of his face.

“shit i didn’t know you had those hiding-”

slap!

that’s right, you just slapped denki dead in the face. he groaned at the feeling of your palm meeting his cheeks, he had voiced to you before that he wouldn’t mind if you slapped him but god that felt way better than he expected it to.

“what was that for?!”

“i thought you’d be into it and moan or something hot like that.”

that shit eating grin you wear tells kaminari you’re being sarcastic.

“well i was into it, do it again.”

you stop. what? do it again? is he serious right now or did he short-circuit? you pause there looking at him like a deer in headlights, it takes everything in him not to laugh right in your face at your expression. he gently reaches for your hand and sets it on his face, pulling away and then bringing it back as he gently taps his face with your hand. it takes a good minute but eventually you realize he means it and you take control of your hand again, you wiggle it out of his grasp and grind your hips onto his.

“damn that feels goo-”

slap!

denki’s hold on you tightens and you feel a sharp sting on your asscheeks, this fucker just electrocuted you.

“you little bitch.”

slap!

“you like that?” denki says with pride written all over his face

you grab his face in your hand harshly.

“i told you to be quiet, so shut up, dammit!”

denki moans at your tone of voice, almost letting a “yes ma’am” slip from his tongue. he grabs onto your waist and throws his head back at the feeling of you moving against him. he can’t help but let off little sparks of electricity onto your skin causing you to moan on top of him.

you lean down into his neck, grabbing his throat and squeezing a little as you litter kisses along his jawline, occasionally nipping at his skin. denki is in heaven right now, the girl of his dreams on his lap and her ass is in hands. he’s letting out moans and grunts at the feeling of your hot breath against his jaw and the pressure of his neck is driving him up the wall.

“let me cum, fuuuckk please, i’ll do whatever you want babe!”

you let go of his neck only to bring your hand back down against his cheek. his hips jut at the sudden pain, another quick jolt of electricity to your waist and you’re squirming on denki’s lap. you roll your hips the more he electrocutes you and he’s whimpering like a bitch with a sadistic smile on his face.

he knew you were into it.

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myobmaya · 2 years ago

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maya i am so so sad today, can you pretty please give me something small that will break me then put me together? i love you <3

hi love, I hope you’re okay. Sorry it took me a day for me to get this out. It’s not almost midnight my time so i apologize for any errors I’ll get to them sometime later. I’m tired lol. But i hope everything is okay, my dear. if you need anything lmk babes 🖤

Hold On | Eddie Munson

Eddie learns some devastating news about one of the most important people in his life

TW: Angst. Medical diagnosis, mentions of blood, talks of death, sad Eddie :(

The way he came home quiet with a blank look on his face told you something went wrong today. The big kiss and dramatic welcoming home he normally gave was replaced with a small “hey” followed by him going to the refrigerator for a beer. He didn’t get a chance to grab a bottle before you were right behind him, concern and worry evident in your voice as you asked him what was wrong.

His simple reply of “nothing” quickly turned into a screaming match that resulted in the silence that now consumed the both of you.

Eddie was never one to snap at you for small things. But, everything about him was passionate, arguing with you didn’t fall short. He was already upset and needed time to process what he just learned. Yet, he didn’t know how to properly communicate that to you. So the moment he snapped at you, you snapped right back at him with full defense. After a few remarks were yelled, you walked away with the slam on the bedroom door with tears in your eyes.

He knew he should have gone after you. It wasn’t your fault. But he needed to figure out his emotions before bringing anymore onto you. So, Eddie simply grabbed the beer from the refrigerator, finished it off with a few swings, gave you an hour to yourself then followed to the bedroom.

You were already on your side of the bed. Pajamas on completed with wet cheeks. He looked at you as soon as you glanced up at him opening the door. Neither one of you acknowledging each other verbally. He walked back out to shower, only throwing on a pair of sweatpants before coming back to climb into bed next to you.

You turned to face him, ready to talk about what happened. To see what happened and fix the problem.

He turned to face the wall.

You now stare at his bare back. The tattoos running from his chest to the muscles of his shoulders mock you as you itch to trace them with your fingers. A habit you’ve grown to do after learning his body.

His hands rest under the pillow holding his head. His breathing is heard alerting you that’s he’s not asleep either. The fight is playing on repeat in both of your heads but neither of you know what to say.

He knows he shouldn’t have started a fight. You were only concerned for him. The sniffles he hears from you guilts him, but he doesn’t know how to tell you what caused him to come home so distraught. He didn’t mean to get upset with you when you only came to comfort him.

The conversation he had with Wayne holds heavy in his heart.

The guilt of fighting instead of talking with you about it makes it harder to process.

But he knows he has to make it right with you. The cruel reminder that tomorrow is never promised tells him that every moment counts. He takes a deep breath in through his nose before letting it out.

He breaks the silence with your name.

Your name falls softly from his lips. It’s so quiet that you ask yourself if you really heard him, but when he whispers your it again your suspicious are confirmed.

“Yeah?” You whisper back. He doesn’t move, still laying on his side facing away from you.

Eddie swallows, glad you’re still awake. Grateful you’re acknowledging him after his behavior. He knows what he has to say. He knows he has to tell you why he was so upset.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything Not because you have nothing to say, but because you know he’s holding back. The way his confident attitude has been replaced by unsureness tells you that you need to let him work through his head. A few moments pass before he clears his throat.

You stay still as he slowly turns over and rolls onto his back. His clasp together and rest on his tummy. You watch as Eddie closes his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment before he lets it out. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling. You keep your eyes on him.

“Wayne had me come over after work. Said he finally got sent home after his boss got him coughing up some blood. Said the doctor ran some tests,” Eddie stops himself. You feel like your blood has ran cold and tears spring to your eyes again, this time for the older Munson you’ve grown to love like family.

Guilt plunges through you thinking about how Eddie must have felt hearing that only to come home to an argument. The fear of the unknown he feels with his uncle’s health is quickly sympathized and all traces of anger is melted. The moonlight shining in through the window reflect over his glazed over eyes.

Eddie braces himself for what he’s about to say. If he says it out loud it makes it real. And if it’s real, it’s a reality Eddie isn’t ready to face.

You reach your hand over and hold onto his clasped ones. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to fill in the blanks. The signs have been there. The tears form in the back of your eyes as you know he has the confirmation that’s been on his mind. Since you first found Wayne passed out in his trailer a month ago and Eddie found the blood covered tissues in the bathroom.

Eddie goes to tell you what the diagnosis came back as but instead his biggest fear is spoken out loud.

“I’m going to lose him,” Eddie’s voice breaks.

You instantly sit up, bringing him into you. Arms pull him up and he crashes his head into your neck. He doesn’t fight you or pull away. He breaks down. You wrap your arms around his back and he clings onto you as his tears begin to stain your shirt. You don’t care at all as you hold him. Sobs fall from him and you do your best to keep your own tears at bay.

You needed to be strong for him. He was always strong for you and now it was your turn to be his strength.

A hand runs through his hair as you try your best to soothe him. “He’s going to be okay, Eddie. It’s Wayne. The man has defied life itself. Nothing can stop him,” you don’t know if your words are enough to console him but you believe them as you speak them.

Wayne Munson was one of the strongest men you knew. He would pull through from this. He just had too.

You only hold onto him tighter. Reassuring him that his uncle will be okay even if it would be for a little bit. Eddie pulls back to wipe his eyes but the tears quickly fall back. “I can’t lose him. I’ve lost my parents. I can’t lose him too.” His breathing is starting to become erratic and you know you need to pull him back from the ledge before he goes into a panic attack.

Before he can even talk himself from pulling away from you, you hold his face in between your hands. His cheeks are cold and stain your hands with his tears but you don’t care. The devastation on his face is enough to wish you had the cure for every disease. Anything to take away his pain.

But you don’t have the cure.

You can’t take away the pain he feels about the news of the only parental figure in his life.

So instead you swipe your thumbs under his eyes and kiss him for a moment to break the unregulated breathing pattern. He stares at you with wide eyes.

“I need you to breath in with me, okay?” You take a deep breath in and wait for him to follow you. He lets out a shaky breath and sucks it back in. “Good, now breath out,” you exhale and watch as he does the same.

You have him breath with you a few more times until his breathing is no longer a sign of distress. His eyes never leave yours, complete trust behind them as you nod at him to silently say I’m right here for you. You reposition yourself and throw your legs over his thighs before wrapping your arms around his neck, Eddie instantly wrapping his around your back. He tucks his face back into your neck and tells you that he’s okay now.

Thirty seconds pass before he’s crying again. You only hold him once more.

Neither one of you pull away from each other. Eddie and you stay wrapped up in other until his sobs turn into sniffles and the sniffles turn back into silence. His face stay in between your neck and shoulder where you keep him there. Safe from the world until you no longer can do so.

It’s not until you hear soft snores coming from him when you realize he’s asleep. Carefully, you turn and kiss the side of his temple before attempting to ease him down to the mattress. It’s unsuccessful as he jolts awake, you quickly telling him you only want to lay down. He only nods as you climb off of him and allow him to reposition one last time. Eddie’s eyes are red and his cheeks are blotchy but you only smile at him as he gets on his back. He gently pulls you down next to him.

You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as his hand traces circles on your back. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” Eddie’s voice is raspy. You continue to listen to the rhythm of his heart.

“He’s strong, Eddie,” you take a deep breath. “But you have to be stronger for him. He’s always been there for you. Now it’s your turn.”

Eddie thinks about your words. He knows you’re right. But, he struggles to accept it. Memories of Wayne always putting him first play in his mind as he continues to mindlessly trace letters and shapes onto your back. The times Wayne would stay up all night worried about a sick Eddie and go to work in the morning. The way he’d offer Eddie homework help even when he was tired from a long shift makes the young Munson smile. Wayne was always so selfless, taking care of a child that wasn’t even his.

You fall asleep listening to Eddie’s heartbeat while he stays up thinking about how he can return the favor to Wayne. If there’s one thing his uncle taught him, it was being there for the ones you loved. Eddie Looks down at your sleeping frame as your words echo in his mind. He nods before kissing the back of your head happy to have you in his life. “Yeah, Wayne is strong. But it’s my turn to be stronger for him.”

——

In the morning Eddie is the first to wake up. He carefully gets out of bed, slipping his pillow in between your arms to keep you asleep. His mind is still reeling from the news of yesterday but it only fuels him to shower and get ready. He scribbles a messy note and leaves it on the counter letting you know where he’s off to and locks up the front door before taking off.

It’s a quarter after eight in the morning when he arrives to the trailer park. Wayne’s already up sipping on a fresh cup of black coffee when Eddie knocks on his front door. Wayne opens the door and takes note of the sunglasses hiding Eddie’s puffy eyes.

Eddie gives him a big grin as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “What? You thought you were doing this alone?”

Wayne instantly feels a weight on his chest and his eyes furrow together. The thought of having to go through his treatment by himself was something he braced himself for. He didn’t want the pressure of it being on his nephew so it was a last sacrifice he was willing to make. A sacrifice he no longer had to make with Eddie by his side now.

“C’mon old man. I heard music is great for the soul. I have a whole tape you can listen to while you get your treatment.” Eddie pulls out the casket tape tossing it to his uncle. Wayne catches it with a smile on his face. Eddie only smiles back before he throws Wayne a nod. “Now hurry up. I have another mixtape I’m working on for the next session.”

Wayne rolls his eyes with an exaggerated “Alright!” Eddie only laughs knowing his uncle hates being rushed. The two men make their way over to Eddie’s vehicle and get in. Eddie starts the car up and before he pulls out of the driveway, Wayne stops him.

“Thank you, Eddie. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie gives his uncle a smile reaching over to pat his shoulder. Your words of encouragement play on repeat in his head and he finally starts to believe them.

“You’re strong, Uncle Wayne. We’re going to get through this.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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highmarc · 2 years ago

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Spending time together

Sebastian

Will probably take MC to Honeydukes.

MC: *arrives a bit later than expected* Hello, Sebastian. I hope I’m not too late. *is basically out of breath*

Sebastian: No you’re not. I just got here myself. 50 minutes ago…

MC: I’m terribly sorry! There was this mooncalf I had to rescue and a-

Sebastian: I peeerfectly understand. *sly smile* Your treat this time.

MC: All right. But don’t just buy everything you see.

Sebastian: Oh, I won’t.

*grabs anything he can think of at Honeydukes*

MC: *in panic* Sebastian?

Sebastian: Yes?

MC: *whispering* I forgot my purse!

Sebastian: Oh Merlin’s… I thought you were bringing the money, so I-

MC: You what?

*grabs MC by the hand and runs out of the shop with them*

Later at Hogwarts.

MC: can’t believe we stole these… This is going to be in my record.

Sebastian: Nah, you’ll be fine. *sees that MC are not actually fine*

Don’t tell me you think about becoming an auror….

Ominis

Hogsmeade pond meeting. The meeting will be completely accidental.

Ominis: *angrily throws stones in the pond*

MC: *notices familiar face and approaches Ominis* Hello, Ominis. It’s nice to see you here.

Ominis is startled at first, but then faintly smiles.

Ominis: Hello there, MC. How do you fare?

MC: I guess I’m just fine. What about you?

Ominis: I don’t know. I’ve just… met my older brother here. Hogsmeade. Of all places. *sighs*

MC: What was he doing here? How do you know it was him and not someone else?

Ominis: He approached to talk to me. Nothing good was in his words. Always going on and on about “the family”. How they “need” me. I laughed in his face and walked away. Not a single owl all these years, all those horrors I had to witness… and now they need me. The Gaunts have some twisted sense of humour.

MC: I’ll say.

*gently hugs Ominis*

MC: I bet you’re in dire need of cheering up. What about a butterbeer or two? My treat. Or we can go wherever you like-

Ominis: No, I like the idea. Besides, I ran out of stones already.

Poppy

The Three Broomsticks it is.

MC: You’ve never had a butterbeer in your entire life?

Poppy: Nope.

MC: Ever?

Poppy: I just… *sighs* You’re one of my first friends here. No one would just go and have a butterbeer with me.

Who would like to be seen around “the Peculiar Poppy”?

MC: I would. For sure. Don’t mind those bullies, you’ve got lots of friends – me, that scary dragon which almost ate us, its offspring, and, of course, Highwing! Do you think we could bring her some butterbeer?

Poppy: I don’t know. Do you think they serve beer in buckets here?

MC: Only one way to find out! *happy wink*

Natsai

Flower field.

MC are in search for a very particular runaway niffler.

MC: Where have you gone, I wonder? Little thief-

*sees a gazelle happily prancing through a flower field. And is completely mesmerized by the sight*

MC: Merlin’s beard. Is it-

*approaches the gazelle*

Natty!*waves to their friend* How wonderful to meet you here!

Natty: * turns into human form then blushes*

Ah, my friend. I did not expect to meet you here. A pleasant surprise indeed.

MC: Enjoying the weather and local views?

Natty: Yes, I thought how nice it would be to run through these fragrant fields and feel the sun’s warmth on my back, the wind whispering its songs in my ears.

MC: You sound so poetic! I wish I could enjoy something like this too.

Natty: Oh, in fact you can, too. Let’s seat here.

The two sit amidst tall grass and flowers, feeling the wind in their hair and the sun’s gentle warmth.

MC: It feels so nice.

Natty: I know. That’s why you should sometimes stop, forget about all the worries burdening you heart, and hear what nature whispers to you.

MC: *slowly makes a flower crown and puts it on Natty’s head*

Natty: *gasps and blushes* Thank you, this is so sweet!

MC: The nature whispered it to me. *beaming smile*

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #natsai onai

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weepingvoidpenguin · 4 years ago

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Unfortunately Yours

Summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you’re told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed?

Warning: S M U T , the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written, language, spit kink, daddy kink, ptsd symptoms, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, hate-s e x, rough, more like enemies-to-lovers kind of thing, gagging, m!receiving, f!receiving, lots of receiving lol, 18+, M

Word Count: 10.6K (Whhhyyyyy)

Your body burned with exhaustion and the sheer weight of your extremities felt enough to drag you to the floor and mirror a coma with the length of your hibernation. You no longer had the minimal strength required to pick up your feet properly which resulted in the sound of shuffling to fill the small, and by small you meant miniscule, room you’d been assigned to.

Well, you and Bucky had been assigned to.

You’d both played your parts well enough over the course of the last few hours. You’d sauntered into the ran-shacked looking bar with Bucky’s arm tossed lazily over your shoulder, his distaste for the assignment evident on his face, but he’d cleared it away the second his foot crossed the threshold. He pulled you in tighter to his body and raised his chin into the air, emitting the energy of a man not to be trifled with. You’d portrayed your role as a damsel just as, if not more, convincing as Barnes’ opposite. Your shoulders hunched over and your steps were small and quivering, the wig on your head a tool used to curtain the hair in your face.

You were the lamb to this White Wolf.

Word had traveled through the dark and twisted grapevine that a certain showing of sorts took place tonight and a high-ranking target was rumored to be amongst its audience. You and Barnes were on the first flight to Germany within minutes.

Bucky had pulled you through the crowd moving along to the thundering music in the background and halted at the edge of the bar. His grip on your shoulder tightened once he’d caught the man’s attention and you winced, his fingers digging a little too deep for your liking.

The bartender scanned you over and took in your frame, making you feel smaller than you had already displayed yourself to be. It took him a while to conclude but when he took in Bucky’s domineering gaze, a look as if to say Deny me, I dare you, he nodded once and wrote something down on a napkin, sliding it over to Bucky.

Scum. All of them.

You nearly blew your cover trying to throw Bucky a look but you refrained from the hellfire clawing its way out of you. You had to be perfectly in control, emotions and beliefs aside. You were a damsel and you had to make certain they believed that. You knew they were watching; they always were.

“Relax,” Bucky hissed, pulling you under his arm and bringing his lips to your ear.

“When you pretend you’re the one being put up for auction, then you can tell me to relax,” you muttered, never looking up from the ground.

“I have been.” When you paused your movement, he pulled away to scan the room, “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I promise.” He led you backstage and turned the corner to a dimly lit hallway, barren of any decoration in sharp contrast to every other section of the building, “Besides, once they realize how insufferable you are, they’ll be begging me to take you back,”

He opened an iron door and pushed you into the room, sending you tumbling down onto the carpet. He tsked, stepping over you and not looking back after shutting the door behind himself. You counted thirteen pairs of feet and judging by the way some of them were turned towards you, they had to be watching. You observed your hands for a second, counting slowly until you figured you’d stalled long enough and sent your trembling gaze to the exit. Bucky let out a low chuckle and clasped his hand around your upper arm, launching you back onto your feet and twisting your body to face him.

Oh, darling, German fluently escaped his tongue and you nearly rolled your eyes at the condescending tone settled in his words, You know better than that, don’t you?

His hold tightened and you winced, holding back the whimper in your throat. If you saw any hint of a bruise forming on your arm, you would give him hell later . . . and possibly even if you didn’t.

You bit your tongue and let him lead you towards a leather chair before he pulled you swiftly down onto his lap where his hand remained on your thigh, brushing the inside softly. Had you not been so annoyed, you’d have been humiliated at all the stares devouring the scene unfolding before them.

Good girl, he drawled and pressed your back flat up against his chest where he could put you on display.

You knew you should’ve been annoyed, or at least settled so into your role as his temporary whore-for-sale that the sensation coming alive between your thighs shouldn’t have made an appearance. But sometimes, the way Bucky brought his voice down real low and cooed an insult or jest your way just had an affect that your body would not deny. It kept you awake a lot.

Instead, you swallowed hard and let yourself be splayed against him. You ignored the scent of sandalwood in his cologne.

Your body trembled from the cold breeze floating around in the room and you shifted in Bucky’s lap to block everyone’s sight from the way your chest reacted to the change in temperature.

Don’t be shy, he murmured and removed your arms from your breasts, letting the thin, practically see-through fabric show you to the world.

“Buc-” You started, your panic creeping through the cracks at the cheshire sneers sent your way, but at the first sign of your discomfort, he retracted his hands and twisted you around gently, throwing your legs over the side of the chair and spreading them but forcing your upper half to face him. Effectively, cutting your chest off from their line of sight.

You trembled out a sigh and he grabbed your face tightly, drawing your eyes to his. He examined you, his hardened gaze shouting words he couldn’t currently say. But you understood. He could be a jerk, but he wasn’t a bad man.

Your body instinctively leaned into him for warmth as another breeze engulfed you, resulting in a shiver that made its way up your spine. “Are they still looking?” you inquired and he gripped your neck with a ferocity that made you squirm in his lap. Fuck.

He pulled your ear to his lips and licked the helix. You whimpered. “No,” he whispered, running his thumb along your jawline, “But if you don’t quit fucking squirming you’re gonna have a problem, Doll,”

You opened your mouth in question when you felt a sudden twitch on your backside and you swallowed. Hard. He never broke eye contact with you, instead choosing to raise a brow in mocking. Your chest heaved up and down and how you could feel his breath grazing on your cheek almost had you rubbing your legs together for some form of desperate friction. No, you had to keep yourself composed, keep the act going. But he’d seen it. All of it.

You nod your head and slowed your breathing down until he released his grip around your throat and turned his attention towards the dim stage. You leaned back into him and followed suit, making sure to keep your attention downcast and appear disheveled.

“There,” Bucky whispered after a few minutes and you lifted your head only to find the man you had come all this way for walking straight towards you.

Like a moth to a flame.

“How much?” The older man inquired, his grotesque gaze settled on your spread legs.

Bucky looked up at the balding man as if this was the first time he’d noticed his presence, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

The man lifted his brow, or what would’ve been, and smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you double your price if you give her to me now,” he offered, his eyes slithering up to the apex of your thighs and this time you didn’t have to fake the shiver running up your spine.

A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face and he waved his hand dismissively at him, “Get in line,”

The old man sneered but Bucky was right, most everyone had their attention fixated on what was happening currently and it was apparent there was, indeed, a line.

Bucky rested his gloved hand on your upper thigh and gripped tight, whether to refrain from hitting the guy or just to touch you, he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t keep you away when the man said, “I’ll give you four times the asking price but I want her now,”

Bucky’s grip on your thigh tightened and you squeaked at the pain, jumping slightly in his lap. “How about I give her to you for free for ten minutes and you tell me if you can handle her,”

You jerked your head towards Bucky and furrowed your brows. Free? Dick. You nearly scoffed.

The man gripped onto your calf and you shifted to kick his hand away when Bucky’s own shot out and and ripped his off of you, “Don’t touch my stuff,” he spit and the man let out a yell but that only spurred Bucky on and he tightened his fist, “Until terms are agreed upon, she remains mine to do with as I please. Understood?”

The man nodded hastily and Bucky threw you off his lap when he stood up. “Anyone else?” Bucky shouted to the room, daring others to test his limits when it came to you. After a few moments of silence Bucky scoffed, “I didn’t fucking think so,”

Bucky’s grip on the man remained and he stared down at the hunched figure, “Now, you,” he addressed and the room remained silent. This was allowed here.

Normally, merchandise couldn’t be touched until it was purchased. No buying before the auction, no discussing what you’re offering, no negotiating but most importantly don’t try to steal from anyone. These are criminals and that being said, they handle things amongst themselves. They know the rules and the risks they take breaking them.

So, when Bucky drags the poor bastard away, you follow right behind him. Not a protest to be heard. Bucky throws open the door we entered through and finds the nearest room before chucking the HYDRA agent inside and locking the door behind you.

The room was brightly lit, with all four walls a dull cream color and dark brown couches strewn casually about. There’s no real order to this place. All cement corners and LED bulbs. Pure business.

“Let ‘em know,” Bucky orders and you turn around to argue only to find the man pulling a gun out of his jacket pocket.

You jerk suddenly and kick Bucky square in the stomach, launching him towards one of the couches just as a shot rings out. You blanch at the sound, the noise filling your head and drowning everything else out. You hear yelling but you can’t make out the words, only the panic intermingled within them. Your hand reaches out around you and you grip the small button lined into your thin clothing, pressing it four times how you’d been instructed.

Everything moved slowly and people began filing into the room. How did they get here so fast? No. It wasn’t possible, they were a quarter mile down the road, there was no way they were your backup.

Hands began flying in the air and you were picked up and dropped multiple times, each time landing harder than the last. You tried to blink back the spinning but the blows landing on your face and torso made it all the worse.

Instinctively, you threw your hands up to protect your face and fought to find some footing to help. Bucky was good but he wasn’t a God, he would need help. When the first blow met your forearms you reached out to grasp the hand and used your other to drive your fist right into the person’s nose. The bone crunched under your blow.

You took a hit, then another when you managed to analyze the enemy’s fight pattern and waited until he left himself open before driving your knee into his rib cage. He bent over in pain and you grabbed him by the hair, hearing another crack when you shoved your elbow upwards against his nose.

You heard a shout and whipped your head over to see Bucky on his back, a looming figure with a gun aimed straight towards him. You galvanized towards them and threw yourself in the air, using your weight to kick him off of Bucky when another shot rang out.

Bucky shot up and crushed the gun with his metal arm. You scoured the room for the familiar HYDRA agent but found him nowhere. You shot out of the room, knocking into an opposing wall as you turned the corner and ducked when the sound of a bullet whizzed past you.

This is not going good. You had lost your target and rummaged through room after room until you’d become lost. Fuck. Where the hell did he run off to? You winced after breaking out into a sprint but pressed on, not allowing yourself to slow down. There was no way you were going to fail this mission, especially after coming so close to success.

Sweat trailed down your face and your muscles screamed at you to halt, their exhaustion beginning to wear you down. Your breathing grew rapid and your vision blurred and just as you went to lean on a wall to rest, your shoulder exploded out in pain and you collapsed with a cry.

“Dirty whore,” the HYDRA man seethed, a cane raised over his head. He brought it down and you spun to the side, feeling the air breeze past your ear.

Your hand latched onto the cane and you shoved it into his gut, pushing him away. SHIELD wanted this guy alive, so alive they would receive him. That didn’t mean he had to come in one piece though.

You tore the walker out of his hand just as he tumbled onto his ass. You stood up, grunting along the way and hovered over his body, fear sprawled along his features.

“You can either stay still or get beat with your own cane, it’s your choice,” you offered, aching to bring the walker down onto his face. “Please test me. Please.” You begged.

His gaze shifted between you and the weapon and he brought his trembling hands up in defeat. He must’ve been an agent of some Intelligence branch because his fighting abilities were evidently subpar at best.

You sighed, sad to see the opportunity go but brought the cane down none the less. “That’s unfortunate,”

You turned your attention to the sound of running coming around the corner and moved to drag and hide your captive in a nearby closet only to roll your eyes when Bucky came ‘round. You tossed the cane back and forth between your hands and smiled proudly towards the agent on the floor.

“Look who I caught,” you toyed and were met with a grunt.

“Only because you let him get away,” he retorted, pulling the balding man up to his feet.

Everything began to slow and the hellfire you’d kept under mounds of ice had finally melted through its freezing cage. “What?”

He turned his back towards you and trudged the hesitant man behind him towards the exit.

“I said,” you hollered, not caring how the halls carried your echo, “What?”

“I heard what you said,” he called back to you, not bothering to turn around.

And there you were left, frozen and dumbfounded for five solid minutes before you could pull yourself together enough to stomp your way back towards the rendezvous point. You remained hazy for the most part while debriefing. You tried to recount everything but the way your anger engulfed you in its flame obscured your memory so you kept it short.

It was quickly brought up that SHIELD captured more HYDRA agents than expected and were gonna be at max capacity so you and Bucky had to stay at a base a few miles down the road. You grumbled in compliance but Bucky didn’t respond, not even a godforsaken grunt.

What SHIELD had failed to mention though, was that this bunker was clearly meant for one. It barely counted as a room. There was a small bathroom in the corner just big enough for a shower and toilet. No sink. And a small counter with just enough space for a stove, microwave and radio. If you were to lay down vertically or horizontally you’d nearly be touching wall each way. Not to mention the singular bed.

And that’s how you got to where you were now. Miniscule room. Exhausted body. Drained mind. Patience long gone.

You huffed and dropped your bag in front of the entrance before walking to the bathroom and turning to slam the door closed. You turned the faucet on and ripped the wig off, discarding your clothes in a pile before stepping into the shower. The warm water was nice and welcoming but your body already felt aflame so you twisted the knob and held your breath when the cold stream trickled down your body. It was difficult to breathe at first, but your body soon adjusted to the temperature and you began wiping the muck off your skin with the bar of soap supplied. But that’s all the was supplied. Clearly, this place was meant to be a quick pit stop.

You sat on the hard floor as the water streamed onto your body. You could nearly fall asleep to its rhythm; It was only when your head hit the wall that you realized you were so you begrudgingly stood up and shut off the water. You grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and pat yourself dry, noticing just then that you left your clothes outside.

You let out a long sigh and twisted open the doorknob to find Bucky toying with the radio on the counter; not even purposefully, just looking for something to do while he waited.

You opened your mouth to ask him to hand you your bag but after what he said to you earlier you’d sooner eat hot coals than ask him to do anything for you. You stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped neatly around your chest and you bent over to open your bag. The shuffling on the radio stopped.

“You could’ve at least left me some warm water,” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

You searched in your bag for the fresh clothes residing there only to turn around when you found them and have the bathroom door shut in your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shouted, pounding your fist against the door.

You could hear the water running and you groaned, pounding harder. The door opened for a split second and you were hit in the face with the clothes you’d left inside only for it to instantly be slammed shut again.

You punched the door with all the frustration built up over the past few hours and felt the wood crack with your force. Why did this man have to be incredibly baffling? You were not nearly paid enough to deal with such an unbearable partner. He would have you bald from stress before you knew it.

You spent the next few minutes grumbling to yourself after you changed and scribbled your frustration onto a small notebook you took with you everywhere. It was only when you heard the water shut off did you remember something. You still had the only towel. A villainous smirk tugged at your lips and you placed the folded towel on the edge of the bed, away from the door.

Then you heard the creak. “I will walk out naked if you don’t give me the towel,” Bucky threatened.

You shrugged despite him not being able to see you from your position on the bed, “I’ll just laugh at your dick,”

“You weren’t laughing earlier,” he shot back.

Oh. So he did remember. Good. You thought he’d gotten amnesia within the past few hours, maybe he was just too ashamed to mention it.

“Too disgusted to insult. Plus, I was playing a character,”

“Fine,” he responded and quickly came into view, haughtily sauntering over to your side and you shouted.

“Dear God!” You held the towel up to block your sight of his barren body. It was disgusting. He was all wet, hair dripping onto his muscled torso, water gleaming off his taut skin, 5 o’clock shadow drenched and straight out of a wet dream. Jesus.

“Prude,” he commented, snatching the towel from your grasp and wrapping it around himself.

“Respectable,” you corrected, crossing your arms and shoving him away. “You get the floor,”

He lifted his duffle off the ground and rummaged through it. “Then I get the blanket,”

“You get fuck all,” you stated, flipping off the lamp beside you and snuggling into the warm cot.

When the shuffling stopped and the bathroom light was shut off, you shut your eyes and let the wear of the day grab at you, lulling you into the beginning of slumber. That is, until the blanket was hauled from around you, damn near throwing you onto the floor. You shouted out and caught yourself last minute.

“Barnes!” You yelled, steadying yourself and reaching over the edge to grab the blanket back. Your hand fisted at the faux fur and you pulled with all your might to no avail.

He swatted you away as though you were a pesky fly and reached over to turn the light of the lamp on. You glowered at him and stood, wrapping the blanket around your arm and pulling upwards. Your arm strained to its capacity but the man on the floor didn’t budge. Only turned his back to you and shut his eyes. You reached over yourself and flipped the switch of the lamp, once again immersing yourself in the comforting darkness.

Bucky stiffened and opened his eyes then turned and froze you in your spot with his stare. He reached around and lit the lamp, slowly retracting his arm and daring you to turn it off again. So you did.

He yanked the blanket from your grasp and threw you back onto the bed, bringing light into the room. “Light stays on,” he growled.

“No! You’ve had your goddamn way since you stepped foot into this room. Light goes off and I get the blanket!” You shouted, not concerned about anyone else hearing considering the room was soundproof.

“No. You get the bed so I get the blanket. Tell me how that doesn’t make sense,” he countered.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that it did, in fact, make sense. The floor here was wooden and clearly uncomfortable, plus he hadn’t even argued about the bed situation.

You retreated, “Fine, light still goes off,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

Silence fell between the two of you but you weren’t budging. Barnes had faced plenty of monsters, he could handle the dark.

“I need the noise to fall asleep,” he admitted and it was then you could hear the slight hum the bulb emitted.

You didn’t speak for a while but reared back and pulled out your phone, “What do you want to listen to?” You scrolled through a few sounds you had stored on your phone, “We’ve got: nature sounds, frequencies, guided meditations, etc. You name it, but I’m not sleeping with this forsaken light on,”

Bucky studied you, his expression changing a mile a minute but the one of indifference conquered, “Rain,”

You nodded once and selected the audio, placing the phone face up on the nightstand and turning the light off for the last time. Hopefully. You hunkered down into the thin mattress and reached down, grasping at the thick blanket. When you pulled, there was some give. He’d let you get just enough needed to cover your body if you laid at the very edge and your hand hovered in the air when you laid your arm over the side.

Minutes flew by with your eyes shut and the exhaustion slithered over your body but your mind ran wild with the events from earlier. You tried not to get angry or sad or . . . bothered. Your breathing deepened when you began to succumb to your body’s fatigue and you drifted inch by inch into the welcoming void lulling your name.

You didn’t hear when he shifted, only managed to register the faint tracing of his fingertips on your hand before finally giving out.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you opened your eyes for the first time that night. This regularly happened. You’d wake up multiple times during the night to shift positions or throw off the sheets, no matter how insignificant the desire, your body always found a way to wake you for it.

You opened your eyes slowly to a hazy vision and blinked at the sitting figure on the floor, “Bucky?” You croaked, bringing a hand up to wipe at your face, “What time is it?”

“It’s almost one, go back to sleep,”

“What are you doing?” You persisted, ignoring his demand and sitting up slowly, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Couldn’t,”

A heartbeat. Then another. And another. He didn’t care to elaborate.

“Do you want the bed?” You offered, stretching yourself out and already placing yourself down on the floor, “It’s too hot up there, anyway,”

His attention turned to you for the first time but you’d already began closing your eyes, not really having the energy to argue with him. You could hear shuffling from his spot and the ground disappeared below you, strong hands grasping your body and lifting you up to place you gently back onto the cot.

“I prefer the floor,” he insisted, wrapping the blanket around you, “Besides, you’re a horrendous liar,”

You didn’t hold back the singular chuckle, your haze still enveloping you. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

He sat at the foot of the bed, his hand hovering over your leg in hesitation, “It’s complicated.” He dropped his hand to his side.

“Isn’t the rain helping?” you mumbled, your sight now adjusting to the dark.

“Yes,”

“Then what?”

“I just . . . don’t want to wake you,”

“Well, I’m already awake if that makes you feel better,” you jeered, a small smile forming on your lips.

“It doesn’t,”

“Nothing does,” you retorted, the inevitable annoyance you always felt when conversing with him already made its way up into your tone.

He scoffed and stood from the bed, placing himself in the same spot on the floor with his head leaned up against the wall and his arm resting on his perched knee.

“Oh, so now you can’t handle a little attitude,” your tone came out incredulous, “You didn’t have any issues earlier when you blamed me for that guy’s escape. Which, he didn’t even get to do, might I add,”

“I was projecting,” he replied, gaze still focused on the door opposite to him.

You blinked, “Are you so tired that you’re actually admitting to being a dick?”

“I know I can be a dick, but you threw yourself straight into the line of fire twice today. So I don’t really give a shit if I was mean to you,”

“I only did that because you almost got shot twice today. Don’t take your anger out on me for your incompetence. Just say ‘thank you’ and move on already,”

“Incompetence?” His head jerked in your direction. “What was incompetent was that you couldn’t keep yourself composed,”

You sat up. “What in the hell are you talking about? My behavior is what got our target to basically give himself up to us! It was me that trapped him, not you!” His composure tensed and you crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re just mad your dick got hard so if anything you’re the one who couldn’t keep their compos-” His hand was wrapped around your throat and you were pinned to the mattress before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“Why?” You spoke hoarsely around his tightening grip, “Does the Big Bad Wolf not like that he was turned on? Who’s the prude now?”

“Turned on?” He spat, his free hand resting by your head to cage you in, “You think what you did earlier turned me on?”

You grasped at the hand around your throat and pried slightly to speak, “Fight me or fuck me, Barnes. But stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old,”

The room seemed to freeze over and Bucky paused. His hesitation was enough to elicit the fire from earlier and your legs squirmed a little underneath him. God, you hoped he chose the latter.

Then his lips crashed against yours.

You squeaked at the sudden onslaught but threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in tighter against you. He dropped when you intertwined your legs, his full weight pressing against you deliciously. You ground up against him, your core aching from the previous hours and the small friction elicited a moan from the both of you.

“So impatient,” he scolded, bringing the hand from around your throat down to your hips and pressing you into the bed. “What a whore,”

His breath danced along your cheek and you mewled at his words. Gods, he was going to be the death of you. Or the beginning.

You breathed in deeply, his sandalwood scent intoxicating you in a manner that alcohol never could. When you drank, you were just drunk. But when you took a sip from the tall glass that was Bucky, it brought you to life. Your body sang melodies wherever you were plastered against each other and your skin burned with need.

Touch me, your body screamed, touch me.

“Fuck off,” you groaned and Bucky jerked your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to scavenge.

The goosebumps that danced across your skin when he ran his warm tongue up from the curve of your neck to the bottom of your ear brought an arrogant smirk onto Bucky’s face. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged when he reached a particularly sensitive spot that had your legs shaking when he kissed it sloppily.

Your mouth hung open in silent pleasure and your breaths were short and rapid, your body betraying all forms of control you previously had over yourself. The hand that wasn’t residing in his hair trailed down his muscled arm and you gripped at the brawn this man possessed. His skin reminisced lightly of silk despite the rough texture of his hands.

The same hands that now made its way into your hair and tugged at the strands at the base of your neck, jolting your chin higher into the air. Your grip tightened around his biceps and the strength they emitted sent a pool rushing to your core. You continued hunting until you found the hem of his black, cotton shirt and you made your way up his taut abdomen. You let out a sigh and he jumped lightly at the sensation of your cool fingertips across his scorching skin. It was a nice contrast for him.

You gripped at the shirt and hastily ripped the cotton upward. Bucky broke away from his descent down to your chest to let you remove the fabric and you’d suddenly wished you’d turned the lights on first. He mimicked your action and tossed your shirt in a deserted corner of the room to potentially be abandoned. You gasped when the cold air of the room grazed upon the perked mounds of your breasts.

His lips returned to their spot on the dip of your neck and his tongue slithered down in between your breasts. Your breath hitched when his wet muscle made its way up to the apex of your chest. His right hand mirrored his tongue and swirled around your nipple, his teeth pulling eagerly every so often and you hissed at the delectable pain. Your eyes devoured the scene unfolding on your chest and you reached over to flick the light on, desperate for a clearer image.

Bucky halted and his metal arm reached over to switch the light back off but you swatted his hand away and he backed up lightly, his irritation evident on his face.

“I want to watch,” you grumbled and shifted up to bring your lips back up to his. He let you. He pushed back lightly with his own lips and leaned in sync with your movements. He parted his mouth slightly and you followed suit, letting him lead his way into yours with the same muscle he’d just had flicking across your breasts.

The light went off.

You pushed him away and shot towards the switch but metal met your wrist firmly enough to keep you in place. “Bucky.” You wrestled against his hold and turned your full attention back to the figure hovering above, “I want to see you,”

Despite the darkness, you noticed his mouth twitch but his grip on your wrist remained solid. You sprawled back onto the bed and wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down onto you, pressing his surprisingly soft lips onto yours. You broke apart, his lips a hair’s breadth away from your own. “I want to see you,”

He didn’t move, only scanned your face over a few times and you brought him back down into a kiss. This one wasn’t like before. This one was warm, soft, patient. A ballet compared to its previous mosh pit. He danced along with you, an admission hidden somewhere in his tenderness.

You hadn’t realized you’d been freed of his hold until you were wrapping that arm over his shoulder and the sound of a light humming began.

“Fucker,” you jeered and the previous gentleness dissipated.

“Shut up,” he ordered, pinning you back onto the bed and resumed his ministration on your breasts.

The moan slipped past your lips at the sight and your chest heaved upwards, desperate for more stimulation. You licked your lips at how his mouth encased your nipple, his tongue flicking against the perked skin and you dropped your head back, shutting your eyes. You centered all of your attention anywhere that his bare skin touched your body and rubbed your aching clit against his v-line.

Your chest was pressed against the mattress before you could register what happened and the hard smack that met your ass evoked a yelp. Bucky pressed fully against your backside and he ground his dick down into your ass. He groaned at the sensation and you raised your ass onto him. You yelped again when Bucky ripped your leggings down and smacked the exposed skin on your ass.

“Try something like that again and I’ll gag you around my cock ‘til you’re crying,” he growled, “Understood?”

You nodded, wide-eyed and a mewling mess from the threatening promise of this God.

“Good girl,” he cooed, rubbing at the raw skin. “Now stay still for Daddy,”

Bucky’s hand lingered on your reddening ass and the mattress dipped when he shifted to your side. He traced gentle circles onto your backside and pressed his lips on your shoulder blade, the butterfly kisses making their way down towards your spine and then lower. Your breathing grew uneven from the sheer amount of restraint you displayed. Your grip on the edge of the bed tightened when his tongue dragged from the point where your thigh and ass met all the way up to the bottom of your spine.

“Fuck,” You shuddered, white-knuckling the blanket beneath you.

Your skin blazed when you were met with another harsh slap. You mewled at the sensation, loving the fire that spread across your flesh and relaxed when his metal hand cooled the area.

Then his teeth bit into the cooling flesh and you jerked away despite yourself. Bucky tsked lowly and you chuckled at the hint of fear sprouting in your chest; you did not want to see whatever sinister expression resided on his face.

A strong hand gripped the roots of your hair and hauled you up. You followed his direction and knelt onto the ground between Bucky’s sprawled out legs, settling in your new position.

“Oh, Doll,” he chastised, “you were so close,”

“That shouldn’t count,” you retorted while Bucky pulled the blanket off the bed and lifted you up with his metal arm, shoving the barrier between your knees and the hard ground.

“But it does.” His hands dove into his underwear and sprung his cock out onto your lips. “Now get to work,”

Your eyes widened at the sight before you and you had to physically hold back from gulping. You were ashamed to admit your mouth watered in anticipation. You lifted your hands from his sculpted thighs and wrapped them around his length, enveloping just the tip past your parted lips. Bucky sighed and twitched in your mouth.

You welcomed him in fully, or as much as you could anyway, and got straight to work, not bothering to act abashed at your desire. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you leaned into him until he hit the back of your mouth but you continued on, gagging around him when he’d gotten inside your throat. Bucky groaned when your throat tightened around him and he threw his head back, using his flesh hand to guide you up and down his shaft, showing you what he liked and didn’t.

“Fuck, Doll,” he groaned, “Just how I imagined your mouth would feel,”

You pulled off him to comment when he shoved you all the way down to the hilt and you threw your hands up onto his thighs to hold yourself back. He used his metal arm to hold himself up and thrusted up into your salivating mouth desperately. He continuously hit the back of your throat and thick saliva coated his cock. Just as he promised, tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and he didn’t stop until your cheeks were drenched in the liquid.

You let your jaw hang open, your tongue no longer swiveling around meticulous spots that you knew would make his legs buckle. No, you let him have the reigns. Let him fuck your mouth ‘til your throat grew bruised and jaw ached with fatigue. You committed his cries of pleasure to memory, the sounds euphoric to your ears.

He lifted his head and stared down at you with half-closed eyes. He was in heaven and you knew it. He watched you, how the tears trailed down, how your hands gripped at his thighs, how you stuck out your tongue just as you’d made it to the base of his cock to lick his balls in the most intoxicating way. Fuck. You were the intoxicating one. You brought out this side of him. This carnal desire that became him until he’d had to step out of the room just to compose himself. And he didn’t like being out of control. That’s why he always kept you at an arm’s distance.

But now, watching as you sat between him with your mouth agape like the good girl that you were for him, he knew he’d never deny himself this pleasure again. Especially since you were so fucking good at it.

He groaned, pulling you off his cock and grabbed tightly at your cheeks, nearly pinching your mouth together. “Tongue out.” He growled, waiting for your compliance.

Your jaw ached with exhaustion but you managed to stick out the wet muscle as he pulled you closer into him and watched when he parted his lips above you, letting the saliva trail down from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

But it was already done, and you left your mouth hanging open for more.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky grumbled, putting his face right up against yours and feeding you once again; this time with a sloppy kiss that coated both your mouths in saliva.

He brought you up from the floor and tossed you onto the bed before settling between your legs. The excitement in your eyes grew and he indulged in every minute of it. Bucky’s hand trailed down from your lower abdomen right above your pubic bone and pressed his palm into your neglected clit. The cry you let out was the unholiest thing he’d ever heard.

He slid his finger under the waistband of your underwear and flitted his gaze back up to your eyes, “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly, dumbfounded that he would even ask and fought the temptation to grab your phone from the nightstand and record everything that was about to unfold.

At the first nod, Bucky slid your underwear down your legs and made a show of bringing the material up to his face. Your own went red hot and you hid behind your hands, poking through every millisecond to shamefully watch. He threw the panties into his open duffel and you squirmed in anticipation.

“Remember the rules?” Bucky asked, brow lifted and already descending to your inner thigh.

You nodded again.

“I need to hear it, Doll,” he mumbled, kissing the inner part of your thigh, each placement closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“Yes,” you whimpered out, “I remember the rules,”

Bucky wanted to dive right in, he really did, but the way you sprawled yourself out so vulnerable for him, it incited a new pace that he wanted to follow. So, he did. He looked at you for a few moments, watched how the anticipation danced in your eyes, how your legs shook in wait and how you were already so goddamn wet for him.

“This all for me?” he teased, mesmerized at your desire for him.

You dropped a hand down to your side, near where his hands were wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place - and against his face. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

You nodded sheepishly and when he lifted an eyebrow in mock confusion you said, “You. Just you,”

Like music to his ears. Just him. You weren’t for anyone else. He thought he felt his heart palpitate.

He lowered himself down to your core and kissed your lip, drawing a desperate plea from you. You couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t deal with the teasing. You were wet enough, needy enough, ready enough to take him, all of him. You’d been ready damn near the moment you first laid eyes on his arrogant smirk.

“Buck - please,” you cried, drawling out the final word.

The first kiss placed upon your soaked cunt erupted a sigh of relief and you laid back on the pillow, your eyes closed and mind gone with the sensation of those sloppy kisses blessing your needs. He flattened his tongue on your lips and licked upwards, stopping when your hips twitched into his mouth.

“Sorry!” You apologized, fighting the desire to grind into his wet muscle. He’d just gotten started and you certainly didn’t want it to end so soon.

He lifted his gaze up to you and you bit into your fist at the view, using the extremity to hold back your moans. He flicked his attention down again and repeated his motion, lapping at your fluids ‘til his beard was soaked in it. He shook his head into your cunt and his nose rubbed along your clit. The mewling that left your mouth urged him on and when you felt his muscle prodding at your entrance you threw your head back.

“Please, Bucky.” You begged, bringing a hand up to tease your nipple.

He prodded some more, his tongue gliding up from your clit and back down to your entrance, poking through enough to frustrate you. He wanted you to break for him. To lose all composure and control and just let him. He wanted you to submit to him but it wasn’t just that, it was more that he wanted to destroy you for any future experience you may have without him. He wanted you to come back to him, to need him, to beg for him and leave you with the understanding that nothing - no one - could compare to him. He wanted you. To himself.

So, when he could no longer refrain and had to use his metal arm to hold your hips down from squirming beneath him, he slipped two thick, rough fingers into your begging cunt. And the sound you emitted caused that carnal instinct to claw at the barriers caging it in.

Your hand shot down, tangling itself into his hair and pushing him harder against you. He allowed it. Your thighs held him in place, crushing him with your soft skin and he groaned at the warmth you gave off. You pulled your hand away from your mouth and grabbed at his metal one resting on your pubic bone, pulling it up to your chest and wrapping his fingers on the sensitive bud for him to tease. He slowly retracted from your chest and brought it back down onto your hips and you huffed in annoyance. You looked down at Bucky but his eyes were shut, completely engrossed in the feast before him. You bucked when his fingers glazed across that sensitive spot inside your velvety walls.

“There!” You cried, your fist tightening in his hair when the all-too-familiar wave of ecstasy began to pool together, waiting for its release.

Bucky complied, dragging the pads of his fingers up against that spot over and over again. Your legs caged him in tighter as his tongue swirled over the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and you cried out at the way your body tensed.

“Fuck,” you cried, your hands desperately grasping onto Bucky’s metal wrist and tugging at the roots of his hair. Bucky’s groan of pleasure was what tipped you over the edge.

You gasped when the pool building released, your body shaking with euphoria and the flood crashed down onto you. And apparently, onto Bucky as well. He pulled his mouth away but continued rubbing at your clit when warm liquid squirted onto his face and his expression of surprise mirrored your own.

When Bucky looked up at you, your face burned with embarrassment and you threw your head back, using your hand to cover your countenance. Not to mention the sight of him with your juices all over his mouth was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed.

Bucky chuckled at your sheepish apology and removed your hand from your face, bringing his soaked mouth up to yours and having you taste yourself. You devoured each other, your arms wrapped tightly around the other, pulling so fiercely at the innate desire to become one in shared pleasure. He could feel his pride swell at your hidden confession. You’d never squirted before and he was lucky enough to be the one to give you that experience for the first time.

You clawed at him, divulging in the warmth his body radiated and intoxicating yourself in everything that was Bucky. You couldn’t get enough of it, of him. It was nearly too much.

His hand trailed up to your gaping mouth and he inserted his fingers, “Clean them,” he ordered.

Your hand gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers deeper into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with him, loving the way he ate up everything he was seeing. You noticed the way he swallowed.

He retracted his hand and wrapped it gently behind your head so you were resting on him. He brought his full weight down onto your body and a warmth emanated in your chest when he brought his lips up against your forehead, each kiss closer and closer to your lips until they met their destination. When you parted your mouth against his, it wasn’t merely an action of carnal desire, it was like you were exchanging life forces. Merging and meeting in a manner that had your body exploding and crying out for more of the faint familiarity. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years.

Bucky looked down between your bodies at where you were about to connect before staring back up at you, taking you in as if he would never have this opportunity again. His thumb brushed your cheek and came to a rest on your bottom lip. “Ready?”

You chuckled, “Fuck me,”

He shoved inside in one clean motion and a breath of pleasure slid past both of your lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening slightly around your neck and he pulled out slowly then shot back inside and you moaned.

You were still so sensitive from your previous climax that every brush against your clit sent you into a whirlwind of pleasure, the sensations shooting through every nerve in your body.

“Bucky,” you whined when his pace quickened and the sheer force of his thrusts drove you deeper into euphoria.

He filled you just right, his girth and length impressive and you wondered why you hadn’t tried to screw him earlier. He slid past your tight walls, each thrust causing the room to echo with the sounds of skin slapping and moans of ecstasy.

He kept his actions controlled, not wanting to build up to something so intense just for it to fall short and end fast. No. Despite how good you felt wrapped around his aching and swollen cock, despite how warm and welcoming you were, how you spread yourself out for him to consume, he had to leash himself. This was going to be just as good for you as it was for him.

He kissed you one last time before gripping the back of your knees and bringing your thighs up to your chest, a shout of praise falling off your lips. He was drunk on the sight of his cock going in and out of your cunt and he threw his head back with a groan.

“What a fucking pretty pussy,” he breathed out and you whimpered, biting your lip at the welcome profanities.

At this angle, he was fucking against your g-spot and using his pubic bone to rub against your clit and watching the thin layer of sweat sheen off his skin was all too much to keep yourself put together. His eyebrows scrunched together and you caught him taking in your form, watching how your pleasure displayed itself on your face for him to bear witness to. Only him.

He growled at the intrusion of thoughts that came to him. He pictured someone else in his position, someone else witnessing you so vulnerable and open to them, someone else fucking you and making you beg for them. It disgusted him. He brought his torso down and latched his teeth to your neck, biting down hard enough to have you tearing up.

“Mine,” he growled into your ear and lulled his head forward when you tightened around him.

A sinister smirk came to his face and he licked the shell of your ear, your breathy moans feeding him, “You like that?” He asked, pistoling further into your cunt and you shouted at the increase of pace, “You like when I tell you who you belong to?”

Your mouth hung agape and the one arm wrapped around his shoulder pulled him closer to you, your desperation for his warmth taking control. “Fuck . . . off,” you hissed between breaths.

He pulled out and yanked you up by your hair, twisting you around and pressing your torso into the wall but keeping your ass propped up for him to admire. You hissed at the pain when a sharp smack met your ass and your hands gripped at the wall for any way to ground yourself and prevent from becoming putty in his hands.

Another hard smack met your ass and you lurched forward to get away from the sting. Bucky kept your head pinned to the cement, his hand holding your cheek from scraping the wall but applying a pressure that had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

You moaned at the intrusion in your pussy and he plummeted in and out, a mix of your grunts and groans bouncing around the room. His pace constantly changed. One second it was fast, the next it was slow but filling, going so far as to hit your cervix a few times and leave you a crying mess under his hold. Your shoulder scraped along the wall and you fought to push away only to have your chest slammed harder against the cement.

You brought a hand out, reaching behind yourself and grasping for Bucky’s hip, pushing him deeper into you when he slowed. Your nails dug into his flesh and the sound of his hiss shot straight to your core.

“What a goddamn whore,” he spat, bringing his teeth down onto your neck and you gripped at his hair.

You laughed at his statement, “You’re the one that can’t get enough of this pussy. Why so desperate to claim it? Afraid I'll fuck someone else?” Bucky pulled you back and slammed you against the wall with vigor, causing you to flinch

He stopped his thrusts altogether, “My patience only goes so far, Doll,” he threatened, tugging at your hair and you bit back a cry, “Choose your words wisely,”

You nodded hastily, the rough texture of the wall digging into your cheek and splitting skin. You wriggled up against him to continue moving but he retracted completely and flipped you over so he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him.

“Move,” he ordered, his hands digging bruises into your waist.

You leaned over, pressing your chest against his to lift your hips up and down on him but he pushed you back up and held your arms behind your back to keep you in place. You whimpered but the cry quieted when you rubbed your clit against him and your pussy clenched at the friction. You moaned out a breathy fuck and swiveled your hips around his, noting how much deeper he filled you in this position.

“Buck-” you huffed, eyes glued to the glistening abs beneath you. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Already?” He jeered, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

You’d lost all energy to sneer at him, your focus solely on how the sensation grew and began pooling in your cunt. “Cock . . . so good,” you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself from melting into him.

“What was that, Doll?” He stilled your movements and you groaned in annoyance.

You wriggled in his hold and you could tell by the furrow of his brow that he was fighting to keep control as well. You leaned over him, your lips hovering over his, “Mine,”

His grip flew to the back of your neck and he crashed your lips onto his, giving you full reign again. You bounced your hips on his dick, slamming down vigorously and rubbing your clit in effect. It didn’t take long for your climax to build again.

“’M gonna . . .” you whispered and Bucky placed you back up, gripping your hips and swiveling you around how you were earlier.

“Cum, Doll,” he allowed, “Cum all over this cock,”

You cried out, your toes curling as the dam in your core snapped and your climax washed over you. You hadn’t realized your fingers were intertwined with Bucky's until you came back down from your high, your chest heaving for breath.

He sat up slowly and pressed his lips against your neck. “You’re beautiful,”

Your body tensed at his words and you pulled away to give him a look of confusion. But he didn’t take his statement back, only slipped his hands around your back and gently placed you onto the bed, hovering over you.

He moved with caution, like his gentleness might scare you off if he touched you too tenderly or stared too long in admiration. But he couldn’t help it, he did admire you.

He spread your legs open and nestled between them, pushing into you slowly until your hips met and you both breathed out. His movements weren’t nearly as brutal as they were earlier, these thrusts were slow and deep and full of intention. He brought his torso down onto yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you.

He ran his hand, the only one he allowed himself to touch you affectionately with, through your hair and stared down at you, waiting. His gaze shifted between your lips to your eyes and he ran his thumb delicately along your mouth.

You looked at him then, really looked at him with fresh eyes and your heart leapt into your throat at the realization. “Kiss me,” you whispered and he lowered himself onto your lips, setting off an explosion in your chest.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, not able to bring himself to look at you, “I’ve been yours,”

You opened your mouth to respond but he silenced you with a deep thrust and a moan erupted instead. He quickened his pace, watching where you connected and pushed deeper and harder, your cries of pleasure driving him. He had to fuck you, he couldn’t love you, he couldn’t make love to you, just fuck. That’s it. He couldn’t allow himself to replay your look of shock at his confession, though the scene would surely be on loop for the next few days until he could get over it. Just fuck. Nothing more. Not with that look of disbelief on your face.

He held himself up with his forearms but you pressed him against you and wrapped your legs tighter around him. “Harder,” you whispered and he complied.

He groaned when your tits bounced and brought his mouth to a nipple, the faint taste of sweat lingering on your skin. You brought his metal hand up to your chest and made him grip the flesh there but he pulled it back and placed it beside your head instead.

“Bucky,” you whimpered and grabbed his hand again, bringing his open palm up to your lips and placing delicate kisses on the metal. “You can feel with it, right?”

He nodded, hesitance sprawled on his face.

“Then touch me,” you urged, bringing the hand down between your bodies and pressing the cold metal against your clit, “Feel me,”

His brows furrowed slightly but the look of your certainty forced him to dismiss his own perceptions of his body; or rather, that arm. And when he began rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves the expression on your face made him hate it a little less. Only a little.

You stared up at him, his pace growing erratic and sloppy and you knew he was close. “You wanna cum?”

He nodded, his hot breath coming out haggard and strained. You placed your hand on his cheek and brought him up to your kiss.

“Then cum,”

He shook his head, “You first,” he swirled his finger around your swollen clit and you gasped at the force of his thrust.

Your body tensed and you centered all your focus on his ministrations, “A little more pressure,” you directed and he quickly found a pressure that had you wobbling in the knees. “Close,” you murmured, gripping Bucky’s side and bringing your lips up to his neck to pepper the skin there.

He groaned and judging by the way his dick twitched inside you, you knew he wasn’t far behind.

“Bucky,” you whispered, pulling his attention towards you and his gaze brought you closer to the edge, “I’m yours,”

He blinked and his pace faltered for half a beat. He examined your facial expression, like he didn’t believe the words you’d spoken. Not like he couldn’t believe them, but like you’d said them just to appease him.

You placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to center yourself in the haze of this fucking. “Yours,” you repeated, all the emotion residing in your chest poured into the singular word.

And then he was back to drilling you into the mattress, a new vigor fueling his thrusts. You cried out and Bucky pressed his sweaty torso flat against your own and it felt like the essence, the being, in your chest intermingled with his own and all the climaxes you’d previously experienced couldn’t hold a match to the flame, the intensity, the rawness of the one that washed over the both of you in that moment.

Bucky moaned out, his hips bucking into yours and you rode out both of your highs. The sensation consuming and overwhelming and welcome on both ends as it flooded through your bodies, meeting at your point of contact.

His arms flexed above you with the ferocity of his climax and the display had you writhing beneath him, already desperate for more.

“Buck,” you whispered when his breathing evened out after he collapsed onto you.

He didn’t respond, afraid it had all been a dream, a trick, despite still being inside you. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to shatter the perfection of this moment. What if you’d only said that to get him to finish faster? What if you’d only fed him what he wanted to hear? What if-

“Buck,” you repeated, pulling him from his daze and he lifted his head only slightly. You gripped his chin lightly and forced him to look you in the eye. “You’re . . . mine?”

He wanted to shake his head, to tell you that he got caught up in the moment but instead he said, “Yours,” because he knew anything else would be a lie and he was tired of lying.

You studied him and nodded, “Yours,” you stated, already rolling your eyes from the smirk forming on his face, “Unfortunately,”

He brought your face to his and planted a tender kiss on your lips. He started shifting his position and grabbed the underwear he’d been wearing earlier before pulling out and using the cloth to clean the mess pooling out of you. But not before taking a mental picture, of course.

After a few minutes of laying together, his hand playing with a few strands of hair, you felt the warm welcome of sleep beginning to drag you into its embrace. You opened your eyes groggily and looked up at Bucky who was already looking down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I know about your night terrors,” you whispered and his actions halted momentarily before returning to brush through your hair, “I hear you sometimes. And I understand why you don’t want to go to sleep but,” you sat up slowly and placed the thick blanket down on the floor, dragging the pillow down with you and patting the open space beside you, “you should rest. I’ll be here to calm you or stay up with you. Whichever one you need,”

He didn’t move at first, his ears drowning out any thought he could have while processing what you’d said. He’d stayed silent so long you’d thought you’d crossed a line.

“I can always sleep on the bed if you’d prefer, though,”

Bucky shook himself from his thoughts and edged closer to the floor, slowly descending into the available space and wrapping the blanket around the both of you as much as he could. “No,” he said, “I want you here,”

You hummed in response and snuggled into his waiting arms, lightly wrapping your own around him, making sure to kiss the part of himself he hated the most before fatigue swept you up into its clutches. Bucky followed soon after.

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

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