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madamechrissy · 29 days ago

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=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- Warnings- overuse/incorrect use of prescription meds, angsty asf in places, scene of a medical procedure, death of a patient )at the beginning) heavy subject matter, some sexual tension. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 8k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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Part Six

Satoru has a morning routine.

Skincare? Well a splash of cold water on his face, he’s been lucky enough to have insane genetics, in his mid thirties he could pass for a college student, not a line on his perfect skin. But that was really all he did, that splash of cold water every morning, as he then starts to take his morning cocktail, after that he makes himself eat something, then brushes his teeth.

After that, he gets ready for the day, and as that Adderall mixes with his morning coffee? Fuck it’s perfection. Then when the Kolonopin hits right along with it, Satoru’s mind is blissfully open, and he’s able to focus on what he does best, saving lives. One doesn’t just become the best doctor there is, no that takes time, precision, and a lot of sacrifice.

Satoru is alone, usually. For a night he had you in here, in his bed and snuggled against him, and fuck he enjoyed it, which terrifies him. It’s been a week since he’s been able to do more than sneak hungry kisses with you in the locker room of the hospital, your schedule is longer than even his as you’re an intern, recently you worked twenty four hours straight.

Fuck he admires you, how even exhausted and dead on your feet, you manage to put a bright smile on your face, he’d love to just take care of you, but you have to go through this to truly become a great doctor. But he finds himself missing you, constantly thinking about you. You’ve become a fixation, a sort of obsession, he wants to know so much more about you.

He wants your body to fall apart under him again, wants to taste your arousal on his tongue, feel you clench around his fingers, watch as your cheeks flush and your hips raise for him. He wants you naked in his bed, but he also knows he’s just not good enough for you, for what you want and need.

But he’s selfish.

It’s almost Christmas, and the snow has piled up as he slides into his warmed up car, thinking of you and your ancient SUV, he hopes you at least have heat. His drive to the hospital is quiet, no music, as he takes another pill, this one is his Xanax, something about Klonopin and Xanax is blissful. Any stress he has gets replaced by a ton of ‘I don’t give any fucks’.

He knows you saw, you haven’t mentioned it though, and tonight he’s supposed to actually get you on this date. He wants time with just you, no other distractions, being inside of you is better than any cocktail of benzos he could dream of. If it was all his life consisted of, maybe he could go without it.

But the real world is just that.

The waiting room is packed, Satoru instantly goes into doctor mode, getting one lady in a wheelchair who’s vomiting blood, and he thanks god for that xanax, to help him through. He thanks god (or medicine rather) for the adderall making him have enough energy to run back and forth like a madman, helping everyone he can.

He helps the med students, the interns, the patients, the doctors on the floor who all come to him. ‘Dr. Gojo’ this ‘Please, Dr. Gojo- a minute’ that. Can you check this patient, can you check this scan, all while he’s got his eyes on his four interns, including the girl consuming him, the girl with exhausted eyes and shoulders that just look too narrow lately.

The girl he makes eat something because she’s been here all night helping a baby after a rough c section. He finds you in the nicu, with your hand inside the incubator, when he holds the coffee and muffin he’s brought you. But he pauses to watch you, as you mesmerize him with your pretty smile, singing something to the itty bitty baby.

“Does that actually help? I’ve heard it does.” Satoru murmurs, you jolt just a bit, looking up at him nervously.

“I think they enjoy the interaction, do you know if baby’s don’t get it they just… won’t make it?” You gulp as you speak, before continuing to hum.

“Shoko says you’ve been at it all night, why not eat a little something?” He suggests, you sigh, nodding then, taking off your gloves, going to wash your hands and pat them dry.

“You’re so sweet, thank you.” You give him a little kiss, and he exhales, setting your things down to pull you close.

“I miss you, can you hate babies already so you’re back on my floor?” You giggle breathlessly then.

“No, sorry. I miss you too.” You kiss him slowly, softly, your lips little brushes against his, in an easy rhythm that feels so natural, so perfect.

“Fine, one more day then I want you back.”

“Needy for me?” You tease, and he exhales, nodding. “I can’t wait for us to have a date, if shit doesn’t hit the fan.”

“When doesn’t it? Alright, you eat Missy.”

“Thank you Satoru.” You kiss him again, he pulls you so tight, like he can’t get you close enough, before letting you go.

After eating your breakfast/lunch/dinner - that muffin encompasses all of your overnight shift - you’re yawning when Shoko comes to you. “Emergency c section, you ready for this, intern?”

“Ready.” You’re scrubbing in now with Dr. Shoko, as the patient is prepped and sedated, falling into a slumber.

“She was a drug user, the entirety of the pregnancy.” Shoko informs you softly, as well as the others, and you pause then, looking up at her soft brown eyes behind her glasses.

“Is that why she’s so small?” You murmur, she looks maybe three months pregnant at best.

“Mmhm, it’s not the first. Four of them had fetal problems, two made it and were sent to child protective services.”

“Four!?” Shoko sighs, nodding as she starts prepping her, drawing a line with a marker over her lower abdomen.

The surgery begins, you’re trying to keep your eyes on the procedure, not the heart rate monitor of the baby you heard earlier, already so faint there’s likely no chance. You don’t need to hear the baby’s heart drop, not when you know what that means, not when it’s one of your worst fears in this job so far.

You know all lives are important, but something about a sweet, precious baby not making it makes you question anything and everything, kids in general, it’s so much to handle so much. You know you can’t let it get you, you have to do what you do with all patients, focus.

Satoru wants you to dislike babies, to know better, but where he’s wrong is working with Shoko has you more in love with them. But you could do without, without having children, even if it’s heartbreaking to think of, if it meant having Satoru’s love. You could put that aside and respect him, but right now all you can think of is how badly you hope this baby has a chance.

“Scalpel.” You watch as Shoko makes the incision, a perfect line, and you’re trying to keep your breath even as you watch her pull back the skin, the muscle, the fat, until she’s finally cutting toward the uterus.

You both are resting pieces of this woman’s small body on her nearly flat, open stomach, one of the oddest parts of the procedure. “Not much blood, that’s good.”

“Yes, here.” Then you see it, the uterus as Shoko hands you the scalpel. “You can do this.”

You take it with sure hands, a sense of dread filling you, one you’ve felt before, but you shove it down, as you delicately cut to reveal the baby, so tiny and blue, and not moving whatsoever. You swallow down the bile in your throat, taking a deep breath behind your mask as you start to suction its nose and mouth, it’s little limbs twitching slightly for just a moment.

“Come on, come on little one, breathe, please.” You whisper, your voice hoarse as you try to get it to breathe, taking the little boy to the little table as Shoko stitches the mom back up.

You’re intubating the baby that’s not crying, you’re giving it oxygen, you’re doing the little compressions, and you can’t hold back the tears that fall as you realize there’s no chance. This baby is maybe five months gestation at best, but even for that it’s unreasonably tiny, it’s just a helpless little doll on your table, one that you keep trying, as Shoko comes, listening for breathing, looking for any sign of life.

You hate that you're crying right here, that you can barely hold yourself together. Just what sort of doctor even are you!? You hate that you’re not stronger than this, but you’re just so tired, and you hate that you can’t save everyone, especially this little boy. Did he even have a chance, as his mother did all of that?

Even so, you hate that you couldn’t save him. You hate that Satoru isn’t here to hold you, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, to distract you from this depression, Shoko’s murmuring in your ear, but you can’t even hear her truly. You keep repeating to yourself- ‘you’re a doctor, you’re a doctor, you’re a doctor’.

You have to keep going, even when it’s hard, right? You keep going even when it’s all just too much. You are shaking however, when Shoko gently pulls you away from the lifeless little body, shaking her head then.

“Long gone, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, you have to be pried off the little lifeless baby.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Step outside, I’ll be there.”

You realize from the talk amongst the nurses and others that the mother didn’t even care, she had meant to have an abortion but was too preoccupied, and thought drugs would ‘deal with it’. You can’t stop your anger, your fury, despite needing to remain ‘detached’.. You’re sobbing silently, sitting in one of the waiting room seats when Shoko and Satoru come to you.

“Think you need to take a break, go with Satoru for a bit, hmm?” You nod a bit, Shoko holds you for a moment, kissing your head, and you fall into Satoru’s arms, wrapped up so tightly, inhaling his scent, that cologne of his, feeling his heart against your cheek.

“Oh, baby… I’m so sorry.” He whispers huskily. “Come on, let’s go have some privacy?”

Soon you’re in his office, and you can’t hold it back anymore, not when it’s just the two of you, you break down completely, until you’re a mess.

“Shh, shh.” Satoru’s rubbing your back as you break into sobs, unable to breathe now, getting lightheaded as your breaths come in sharp little pants. “Hey, you need to take a deep breath.”

“C-can’t… how can I… be a doc- if I…” You’re all flushed and red when he pulls back and looks at you, cupping your face between his big hands.

“Breathe. In. Out.”

“C-can’t, can’t… fucking it all up… I…” You back away then, hand on your chest, struggling as your hands are going numb, and you feel yourself getting dizzy. “The baby is just… he’s just gone and I… I can’t take it.”

Satoru sighs, holding you closely. “You have to though, this is what being a doctor is, sweetheart.”

You sniffle, feeling your blood pressure rising more and more, the crushing weight and your exhaustion hitting. “Then I can’t, I can’t-”

“Yes. You can.” Satoru shakes you then, grabbing you by your shoulders. “You can do this, you did what you could with the baby. Plenty of others you’ve saved, and their moms. You can’t fix everything.”

“I… I…” You collapse against him, sobbing again, as the door knocks, Satoru shushes you gently.

“Yeah?”

“Dr. Gojo…” You hear Miwa’s voice then, you quickly swipe at the streams of tears on your sticky cheeks.

“I’m busy right now, what is it?” You’re turning away, trying to get yourself together now.

“I am prepping OR 3 for surgery.”

“Yes, thanks.” Satoru’s hand is on your back now, comforting in its touch, but then his words make you tense. “Do you see now?”

“See what exactly?” You turn to him, eyes swimming with tears that are burning as you struggle to focus.

Satoru sighs, swiping a hand through his silky white locks, before putting his hands in the lab coat pockets, tilting his head. “How awful it’d be, to have kids. Especially this line of work, how could you keep it all together?”

You glare then, jaw setting, hands clenched into fists by your sides, fury taking over every part of you. “What!?”

“I don’t mean to be insensitive, but maybe this is a learning lesson, a reality check of what you’ll handle here.”

Your jaw clenches so tightly it hurts, breaths quicker and quicker. “You know what? I have not said shit about the cocktail of pills in your bathroom. I have not said shit about the fact that you seem to hate kids or something. I have not said one word about you, about your lifestyle, your fear of commitment, I haven’t tried to change you or pry.”

Satoru falters then, hitting him in waves how furious you are, realizing now what he’s done, his lips parting. “Shit, I’m sorry, I-”

“No, you’ll let me finish, Dr. Gojo.” At your formal tone he’s breaking, he sees it then, you’re trembling, barely able to keep it together, he feels your anger and even worse, your disappointment. “I haven’t said a damn thing, because we just got together, and we don’t even know each other yet.”

“You act like this connection is normal?” His hands go to your waist, but you shove them off.

“No, it’s not, but what is also not normal is pushing someone to want what you want. You’re trying so hard to make me change my mind, for what? So I can be a perfect little girlfriend for you? So easy, let you do what you want and have no fucking opinions?”

“That’s not what I want. I want you.” He tries again, but his hands freeze an inch above your skin when you glare up at him through tears.

“I don’t pry, I don’t judge, I just accept you. But you can’t accept anything that doesn’t fit into your world, can you?”

“I can accept it, I just know you’re not thinking rationally, you’re young and still inexperienced.”

You laugh then, a humorless laugh at him. “That’s insane talk from you, truly Dr. Gojo. Your whole MO is thinking outside the norms, is letting feelings in. But only if it benefits you. And my age? I’m no baby, you’re not even that much older.”

“It’s life experience, is all.”

“Hah, you don’t even know my life.”

“Just… I’ll drop it. I swear.” You shake your head at him, and he panics then, sensing you falling back from him. “I will drop it, come here, you’re upset.”

“Yes, I’m upset! What I just had to see, what I just had to… and you’re what, rubbing it in my face!?”

Satoru’s blood pressure rises as he realizes he’s losing you, his hands trembling, sure hands that never falter. “I’ll stop, just don’t… don’t do it.”

“Don’t do what?” You whisper, he cups your face and you can’t push him away, not when he slams his lips down on yours, and you’re kissing him back for just a moment, before thinking better of it, freezing your lips, pressing them in a terse line. He’s a breath away, leaning over you, taking over you completely.

But you can’t.

“Don’t you leave me. Please. You’re important to me.” He needs you, he needs you so badly, but he feels you slipping through his fingers, knowing he’s pushed you too far. “I’ll drop this. I’ll respect what you want.”

“Oh now you will? Instead of comforting me after watching that little baby…” You can’t even say it, you can’t even think of it, the images in your head making you devastated. “You know I’m emotional, you knew that and you said it was a good thing for a doctor, but because it’s not what you want in this situation you use it as what. A lesson? It’s no lesson, it was a baby!”

Satoru sighs now, shaking his head, covering his face, temples pounding as the blood rushes to his brain. “It was fucked up of me.”

“Yeah, it was.” You take a shaky breath, shaking your numb hands, pacing now, and Satoru watches you with his heart in his throat. “I can’t.”

“Don’t do this. I see what I did.”

“This isn’t good, any of it, me and you. What do we have? We had insane sex, I have feelings…”

Satoru blinks snowy lashes, droplets just nearing the tips of them, as his lower lip trembles, damn near ending your resolve. “You have-”

“Feelings that are too much. It’s too much, I can’t even focus on this internship, you consume me.” Satoru yanks you against his chest, his breath sweeping over your swollen lips, bitten to death from the stress of the day.

“You think you don’t consume me?” He whispers hoarsely, and you shake your head, earning his humorless laugh. “You’re wrong, so wrong, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t look at me that way, those eyes of yours, eyes that make me stupid.” You shove at his chest as those blue eyes take you over, snowy lashes lowered, a beautiful face that makes you ache.

“Don’t leave me. Please.” His voice breaks, and you feel it, his vulnerability, it makes your stomach flip, makes you almost sick.

“Why can’t you accept me, when I accept you?”

“Because I don’t want to disappoint you, I thought it’d be better if you want…”

“What you want.”

Satoru gulps now. “I’m selfish, I want you and only you, I wouldn’t want something else in our lives.”

“Our lives?” You laugh then. “There’s never an ‘our’. Not when you just want to fix everything you deem wrong with me.”

“I don’t want to ‘fix’ you. I’ll stop it. Just kiss me.”

“No.” He pauses a centimeter from your lips, exhaling. “I won’t kiss you anymore, I won’t let you say insane things in my ear while you fuck me, ‘only me ever’ what are you trying to do to me!?”

“I meant it.”

“No, let me go.” His hands drop, as he blinks back tears, and you’re a mess in front of him. “Satoru… I could have gotten over it for you. Wanting marriage, wanting serious shit, wanting kids. Don’t you know I’d give it all up for you, for a chance to be with you? But you trying to change me? That’s where I draw the line.”

You hate seeing him in tears, your beepers both go off then, and you step away, heading towards the door. Satoru’s hand stops you, over your little one, his voice desperate as he leans over you. “I was wrong, will you just forgive me?”

“You made me work with Shoko to hate babies. Then when it backfires, you say something like that?”

“I know. I know.” He hugs you from behind, burying his head against your neck, and you love the embrace, you love him.

But you also love yourself, and you can’t handle it anymore, the cold, cruel way he goes about things. The careless way he dismisses you and all of your feelings, the way he thinks only his way is right, that everyone should think as he does. You shake in his hold, everything pulling you to him.

“Do you hate me?” He whispers brokenly, and you shake your head, looking up at him now, his blue eyes glittering with tears.

“I could never. Far from it.”

“Then give me a chance to fix it.” His thumb brushes over your jaw, your precious face destroyed, your beeper goes off again and you take a breath.

“Let me go. We’ll talk later.”

You walk out, leaving him sobbing against the door, his head against it, fist landing on it, struggling to pull himself together. You’ve in just a couple months become the most important thing in the world to him, but you’re just… leaving him. And he can’t blame you, he’s confused you, he’s turned your life upside down, and he instead of comforting you…

He threw shit in your face.

Why couldn’t he just let you want kids? Well, because he can’t be a parent, and he can’t give you it, and he wants you, no he needs you. He needs you with him, only him, to feel your lips on his, your body against him. To see your little smile, to hear your moans and cries, to comfort you when you’re exhausted.

He should have comforted you, why did he need to do it like that? Why did he fuck everything up? The thoughts swarm in his head as he leans back in his chair now, covering his face with a hand, before he yanks open his drawer. He takes out the xanax and crushes it right on his desk, lining them up with a credit card he yanks now from his wallet.

He rolls up a hundred dollar bill and snorts it right up his nostril, it burns like a bitch, makes his eyes water, but he knows it will hit soon, he won’t give as many fucks, right? But after twenty minutes he’s taking another, and another, until he sees his shift is done, and he’s weakly walking towards the locker rooms, seeing you there changing, looking at your gorgeous frame.

Your eyes catch his then, you quickly look away, your eyes are puffy from the crying he’s made you do, when he slips off his shirt, head fuzzy. He stumbles just a bit, catching your concerned gaze. Which infuriates him then, he steadies himself and glares at you, slipping off his own shirt, noticing your gaze just grows more worried when he slips his top on.

“Satoru, what’s… are you okay?” You care about him? Why?

“Just peachy, sweets.” He gives you a fake smile, and your heart races, as you look up at eyes almost black, so dilated.

“Satoru are you-”

“Don’t ask shit about my life. You’re done, right?” His unexpectedly cruel words pierce your heart, you turn away, body shaking. “That’s what I thought.”

“Are you okay?” You ask again, turning back around, watching his lids lower just a bit as he leans over you, pressing you against the cool metal of the lockers.

“No, m’not okay. Girl of my fuckin’ dreams hates me.” You hear it, the slut of his words, as he takes a hand and cups your face. “Why do you gotta be so beautiful?”

“You’re fucked up.” You manage to breathe out, and he smirks then.

“Me? Nah. Maybe fucked up over you, intern. Haunt my every dream, now you’re gonna just leave?”

“Satoru…”

“You should know what you’re missing.” He kisses you again, desperate and messy, brutal and hungry, hands pulling you against his hard body. You whimper, hating your body’s reaction to him, how it lights up. “You want me, huh?”

“Of course I do. It’s you who can’t accept me.”

“I can… I can…” He kisses you again, one hand cupping you between your thighs over your leggings. “Always so hot f’me.”

“We won’t do it. I deserve better.”

“You do.” He presses a finger along your clit, moaning then. “Better, better… you do… lemme just take care of you, hmm?”

“Stop it, Toru. You’re not yourself right now.”

“This is me.” He kisses you again, as you press on his chest. “It’s all me, this is really me. Gonna run the other fuckin direction when you learn.”

“Ahem.” Suguru’s clearing of his throat does nothing to Satoru, who’s in a haze of lust, depression and xanax. “Satoru, back off.”

“She’s leaving me, Sugu, who doesn’t?”

“It’s not like that!” You hiss through your teeth.

“Satoru…”

“What?” He sways just a bit, Suguru’s frowning now as he looks at him.

“Really, Satoru?”

“What? Really what? I’m tired of everyone so fucking judgy.”

“Suguru take him home.” You whisper, and he nods then, but Satoru glares over at you.

“Why should he?” He demands. “I’m fine. I take more than I did for fucking breakfast.”

“You can’t have someone see you like this.” Your first worry is someone walking in, Satoru losing his career, every other hurt or worry is thrown into a back seat.

“M’perfect, baby. Should I show you?” He kisses you again, as you shove at him, glaring.

“You’re not perfect, maybe something’s hitting harder? You’re not okay.” He shakes his head, laughing now, eyes glinting.

“No I’m not okay, how can I be? When you’re leaving me.”

“I’m not, I just… I’m mad and I’m upset. Okay? Let me be. It doesn’t mean you have to… hurt yourself-”

“You hurt me existing.” He whispers, cupping your face again.

“Satoru, enough.” Suguru’s words resonate in Satoru’s brain, thank god. “Get your goddamn jacket and shoes on.” Satoru huffs and Suguru brushes your hair back as he finally lets you breathe, ever so gently, dark violet eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay, love?”

You nod quickly. “We just… have different views and he was hurtful, but I’m worried more than anything.” You whisper, looking at Satoru now, you’ve never, ever seen him like this. Your heart hurts for him.

“He’ll be fine, I’ve got it. You get home and get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Suguru.” He nods, and you shut your locker, when Satoru looks at you with devastated eyes, shattering your heart.

“I’m so sorry for what I did. Okay?” He whispers, taking your hands then, and you sigh, shutting your eyes for a moment.

“Satoru I never put myself first, with my toxic exes. I let them run all over me. I have to take care of my heart this time.It’s not that I don’t feel it, I feel it. Just please, I have to put myself as a priority.” You touch his chest over his soft sweater, and he has two trails of tears falling from his cerulean eyes.

“Do you need time?”

“I need a minute to breathe, to think. We’ll talk more when you’re…”

“What, sober? Sweetheart I never am.” He whispers, right against your lips, Suguru puts a hand on his shoulder now.

“She’ll talk to you tomorrow. Right?”

“I will.” Satoru kisses your forehead, and you have to hold in every bit of you that wants to take him home yourself, that part screaming forgive him.

But even for Satoru Gojo, the man that’s taken over your heart, you have to protect yourself.

“Good night, then intern.” He murmurs, running the backs of his cool fingers across your overheated cheek.

“Good night Satoru, Suguru.” He gives you the smallest smile, when you leave Suguru exhales, covering his face.

“I fucked it all up, Sugu.” His voice is broken, and Suguru puts an arm around him now.

“How much did you take?”

“Four bars. Not OD level.”

“Thank god. Just… Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Soon you see Satoru and Suguru, as you climb up in your car, and you rest your head on the steering wheel, bawling your eyes out.

It feels so wrong not to be in his arms, not to kiss him, something that just started became so precious to you, so special. But what he did was nasty and hurtful, what he keeps doing, trying to make you change like this, you know you’ve done the right thing. But you also know you’re in love with him, with a beautiful, brilliant and broken man, and you won’t be able to let him go fully.

*****

The next morning Satoru is there bright and early, sipping on coffee in the cafeteria as you walk in, faltering. Remembering so vividly being pressed against those lockers, those eyes that were black almost are now a calm storm of blue, as he looks at you over his hot cup, steam fogging up around his face. You just stand there, because you’re exhausted, you’re hurt.

You want to be with him more than anything, you wanted to go on that damn date with him, wanted to fall asleep in his arms. You want to just forgive him so easily, to fall into the abyss that is Satoru Gojo, to feel those plush lips on yours, to have those eyes devour you. Feel those long fingers that are currently curling around that styrofoam cup, touching your cheek.

You both stand there, until you clear your throat, smiling just a little, a sad smile that makes Satoru feel like shit. He knows how bad he’s hurt you, he’s had all morning to think about it, about how fragile you were, so vulnerable, coming to him to feel better, and what did he do instead? Make you leave him, devastate you, and all he can think of is how to put a real smile on your face again.

“Morning, Dr. Gojo.” You say softly, eyes lowering, lashes casting shadows over your cheeks.

“Good morning, intern.” He says, his voice isn’t the bright and goofy one you’re used to, or the husky sultry one for you, or even the flirtatious one. It’s a soft voice, unsure, just like you.

You grab your coffee now, your shoulder brushing his, just that contact alone makes you ache, the pain in your heart so brutal you feel emotions starting to come in waves. There is so much left unsaid as you both walk out past the packed waiting room, heading over to the elevator, Satoru presses the button, and you stand next to him, feeling the pull, it’s just stronger today.

“I’m…” Satoru clears his throat, looking down at you now, your breath catches. “I’m really sorry that I pushed it. I understand we’re over, but I need to tell you.”

You look up at, swallowing nervously, the backs of his hand brushing against yours, and yours gently brushes back, sending shivers down his spine. “I forgive you, I do. It’s just… we’re too different.”

Satoru turns toward you, leaning down low, free hand cupping your face. “Too different?”

You nod, feeling the tears burning your eyes. “We are, Satoru, so different, and that’s okay. But I think we both know it won’t work.”

“Yeah, you think so?” His words are hoarse, his gaze tearing through your every barrier, a sad, lost gaze.

“I do. Maybe you were happier before, a Hojo and all.” You smile sadly, looking down at his perfect lips. “I hope we can be friends, when you go back to collecting those infinity stones.”

Satoru presses the stop on the elevator then, making you gasp, pulling you by your waist against him, so close you taste that sweet mocha on his breath. “You can leave me, I get it, but don’t think for one minute you’re not all I want. Don’t think I’m giving up on this.”

You can’t speak, not when he’s so close, not when the words he’s saying are ruining you, that you’re melting for him, as your own free hand slides up his chest. “You’re not?”

“How could I? It’s you.” Satoru exhales against you, almost brushing his lips on yours, before pulling back, starting the elevator. “Want that goddamn date with you. I’ll do anything I can to earn it.”

“Satoru…” He walks off when the elevator opens, leaving you to lean against the rail, head pressed against the wall, you’re not sure what floor you’re going to, you just know he’s got you too far gone to leave just now.

He’s not giving up on you, and you don’t want him to give up, either. But with so much between you left unsaid, you have no clue what any of it means. When you’re finally where you need to be, after several elevator rides of pulling yourself together, Satoru checks his rolex, peering at you.

“You’re late, intern.” His voice is calm, professional.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You manage hoarself, as Toge, Yuuta and Maki look at you, concern in their gazes, as they of all people truly knew what a mess you were last night after you got home.

“Don’t let it be a habit.” Gojo says, trying to be stern but it’s failing, it’s just a soft little order, one you nod at. “Wanna work with Shoko or do the pit with me?”

You’re surprised then, blinking a bit. “The pit, if I can please.”

He gives just the smallest little smile. “Then you’re on it. Maki, your week with Shoko.”

“Babies, yuck.” She shivers and Satoru smiles just a bit bigger, as Yuuta snorts in laughter.

Satoru surely feels the same as Maki, but you?

Satoru knows you are yourself, uniquely so. He now knows you were going to sacrifice it all for him, and he didn’t deserve you, not one bit, you deserve more, everything. But he’s so selfish, he wants you back, and he knows he’ll do anything for it, to have you back in his embrace, which feels so empty.

When you’re both alone in his office later, while going over a patient, he keeps his distance as much as he can. Satoru wants to respect this, your wishes, but his hands long to touch you, even those casual teasing brushes you all shared had meant so much to him.

“Present your case, intern.” He says then, leaning on his desk, you feel this distance he is keeping, and it breaks you, but you pull it together, this is your decision right?

“We had a patient with hours of stomach pain last night, ultrasound found gallstones, which should be what occurred, and ordered an EKG to rule out any potential signs of heart attack.”

“Perfect.”

“Patient is in his late fifties, mild drinker, smoker, but otherwise healthy, a little overweight. He likes tacos, he said.” You smile just a bit at it.

“Well who doesn’t? And EKG results?”

“Everything came back normal.”

“So what’s the best course of action?”

“The stones are small, but there are a few. I would suggest a laparoscopic cholecystectomy first, aside from gallbladder removal. That, and a lower fat diet, along with no alcohol should have him just right.” Satoru smiles at you, fuck you make him proud, holding yourself high.

“Exactly right, do you want to assist?”

You blink in surprise, you weren’t sure after everything, but Satoru is clearly not holding any of this against you. “If you would let me, of course, Sir.”

Sir.

Should be calling him that in the bedroom, he thinks, how pretty you’d be on your knees, begging for his cock in your mouth. The images are so lewd and it takes him everything to keep it together. He smiles though, sitting down and taking one of his klonopin right in front of you. You look away nervously, biting your lip.

“You should know all of me. You should know you were smart to leave.” He takes one and chews it up, feeling the sweetness hit his tongue.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You whisper, coming to him then, he pulls you between his thighs now, and you cup his face. “I didn’t judge you.”

“I know you didn’t, I know.” His eyes shut, he turns and kisses your palm so sweetly. “I won’t have anyone else, it’s just you.”

“Satoru it’s insane to say it, when you…”

“I know. I know it is.” He pulls you down, to where you’re leaned over him, one leg over his chair, your hands gripping the arms of his seat. His hands slip over your waist, right over your scrubs. “I’ll do anything to make it right.”

“You think I don’t want to kiss you, fuck you? Suck you right here?” Satoru moans, hand pulling at your hair at the nape of your neck, little networks of goosebumps pricking up, your body reacting in every way, nipples pressed against your bra, desiring his touches.

“Think I don’t want you wrapped on this cock?” His seductive whisper has your hips shifting, a movement he notices avidly.

“You can have anyone, Satoru.”

“I only want you. I’ll have to show you. But will you let me try?” He asks, emotional now as the overwhelming feelings hit.

“I don’t want to be changed for you, I don’t want to give up who I am.” He sighs now, nodding, sad look on his beautiful face.

“I won’t change you. But sweetheart, you are changing me.”

“Bad or good, Satoru?” Your whisper damn near ends him, is it bad or good, this obsession with you? You’re good, but is he?

“I want it to be good. I don’t want to make you cry again, break you down, terrify you.”

You ease in his hold, a hold you never want to leave, but you try to think rationally, despite the overwhelming pull of him, despite the ache to press yourself fully against him, to let him take your pain away. “Then let’s… take time.”

He nods, brushing a thumb on your lower lip, just a little glossy from your chapstick, he can almost taste it, vanilla sugar. He’s caressing your face ever so softly. “I’m so goddamn sorry.”

“Thank you.” You kiss his cheek, before pulling yourself off him, sighing.

“Time, huh?” Any time without you in his arms makes him sick, but when you nod he kisses your forehead, so sweetly you want to fall against him, fall into him. “I’l give it, don’t even deserve this right now.”

“I still feel it all for you.” You say, before you pull away, making his heart race. “Don’t hurt yourself over this, please. It’s not… I still…”

“Don’t worry about me, sweets. I’m fine.” His sad smile doesn’t reassure you anymore than he’s pretending it to be true. “Now, go get ready to put him on the board, yeah?”

“Yes Dr. Gojo.” You give him another worried little smile, leaving Satoru to cover his face in his hands.

No amount of a benzodiazepine lessens the need for you.

Your back is against the door, breaths coming quickly, leaning your head back and just longing to be with the man inside, the broken man that has your heart. You know it will never heal without him, no it needed him to heal, you want to stand so firm but your heart and soul know you belong to him, even if for now, you both don’t know it’s true.

You put on a brave smile, and set about your day. You could do this, right? Be without him? You were fine your whole life before you even knew Satoru. Surely… but then why then every time you formally speak to him, do you wish your lips could crash on his?

The day is hectic, even more hectic than usual, you’re running on nothing again, and when you’re finally done, and you’re heading to your car, you can hardly hold your eyes open. Satoru’s next to you suddenly, hands on your shoulders, you yawn as he looks down at you, you’re so curious how he got here.

“You’re too tired to drive, intern.”

You look at him, squinting just a bit in the dark night, the wind softly blowing back your sweater and making his snowy hair sway. “Are you fucked up?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Normal meds. I wouldn’t hurt you. Intentionally, aside from being an ass. I’ll take you home, Maki can bring you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, thank you Satoru.” Soon you’re driving in his car, his hand keeps wanting to rest on your thigh, but he stops himself. He’s running on nothing himself at this point, he’s exhausted, and all he can think of is what it’d be like to hold you against him tonight.

The longing for you, for any of you destroys him, the only sound is his car gently moving through the snow, the windshield wipers going as you keep stealing glances at him, so tired your eyes are heavy. All you can think of is holding him, falling into that bliss, god imagine, snuggling with him again, waking up with his kisses.

But you don’t know him, truly, and how will you, when you’re running from him? Even if it is the best thing for you, it doesn’t make it easier, not when you study his perfect profile in the night. Not when he glances your way for just a moment, that hand hovering right next to your thigh, like he’s fighting it too.

Soon you’re home, the heat of his car mixed with how tired you are makes it almost impossible to leave. Satoru leans over, unseatbelted you, and himself, a hand finally gently over your thigh. It burns through your warm, plush leggings, like a brand on your skin, his other hand brushing your hair back ever so softly, as he opens his mouth, then closes it.

It’s quiet in the car, your breaths and the low purr of the car filling the air, along with the wind outside and the gently falling flakes. “I will do everything I can to get you back, I won’t give up. I’m too fucking selfish.”

You smile, so sleepy, caressing his perfect face. “Satoru, you’re amazing, brilliant, great at so much, but you have to learn, you can’t just fix people, you have to accept them.”

“I didn’t mean to. I just…” He swallows, resting his head on yours, and you’re dying to kiss him, to feel his mouth take you over, he is your drug.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. What I did, it was not okay. I talked to Sugu a long time last night, blitzed the fuck out. What I did was horrible, you needed me to comfort you, and I made it all worse.”

“Yeah. You did.” He exhales, smirking just a bit.

“You’re brutally honest.”

“You like that, I think.” You lean your chin up, noses brushing, lips just that bit apart, killing you both.

“I love it, I love that you have your convictions, your emotions, I love so fucking much about you. I know I didn’t show that.”

“No, you didn’t. But… Thank you for that.” You pull back a bit, taking a breath. “I don’t trust myself around you, I’ll falter, I’ll give in. And Satoru I have to…”

“You have to be a priority.”

“That, I’ve never been.” Your phone starts going off again, you check it and frown, making Satoru curious, but he knows he shouldn’t pry. “Case in point, my other stupid ex.”

He glares at your phone, then looks up at you, softer, concern in his gaze, mixed with self loathing. “You have bad taste.”

“Satoru, not you. There’s so much good here.” You put a gentle brush of your lips on his now, easing back as his eyelids lower, as his grip slips higher. “I want to fall into this, into you. You’re my own Xanax.”

“I’m that good?” He smirks, and you laugh softly. “You still haven’t even asked, why I’m on it all.”

You bite your lip, shaking your head, enjoying the heat of his hard body against yours too much. “It’s not my place right now. I should go.”

“Yeah…” Please don’t go, please.

Something pauses you, and you hug him then, he hugs you back tightly, and you kiss him once more, exhaling against his lips. “Don’t give up on it.”

“I sure fucking won’t. I win at everything you know.” You snort at that, a smile brightening your beautiful face, making him melt for you.

“We’ll see about it. Take care, Satoru, please drive safely in this?”

“I will. You get some sleep.” He wishes he could come inside, in your warm, cozy home, and hold you, but he knows he can’t.

Yet.

Satoru won’t give up.

You wave at him before you get inside, the overwhelming, exhausting past week eating you alive, and you’re stumbling when Toge sees you. He walks up quickly, concern clear in his violet eyes, hands on your shoulders. “Okay?”

You break then, shaking your head and sniffling. “No, m’not, Toge.”

Toge holds you then, as you sob against him, and soon Maki and Yuuta are out there too, all rubbing your back, your hair, as you can’t stop crying. It’s too much, not being with him, the hurt he caused, the fears you have. The past days, losing that little baby, losing so many, losing your fucking mind.

“I’m so tired, you guys, of all of it.” You barely speak, barely hold it together, as they all gently speak.

“No, you got this baby, I swear. If it’s not Gojo. if he’s not the one for you, guess what? You’ll be okay, we’re here for you, either way.” Maki says softly, and you nod, sniffling now.

“You have to do what’s best for you, don’t feel guilty.” Yuuta says, and Toge’s giving you the saddest look of all.

“Hurting.” You nod quickly, hugging him again.

“Don’t you run from me, please.” You say softly, as he strokes your back. “I need you all.”

“Not running.” He assures you, with a sweet smile, and you feel so at home with them, but something’s missing.

Satoru is missing.

How has he become everything so quickly?

But soon Maki is getting you a glass of wine, and Toge has cookies for everyone, Yuuta is putting on your favorite movie. And as you’re cuddled with your best friends on your old couch, so comfy and worn in, it almost feels perfect. You’re blessed to have them, warm with the fire going, while the snow falls outside. But you can’t help but look out the window.

“I love him, fuck.” You whisper softly.

“We know.” Maki says, you snuggle back up to her, curling up and letting her rub your hair.

“I love you three so much. Don’t leave me, even if I’m a mess.”

“We’re not going anywhere. Shh, just relax.”

Sleep doesn’t hit for Satoru that night, not when he stares at your number over and over with your picture in his phone, not when he thinks of the date he had ready on that fairy boat for you, not when he thinks of you in his home. He stares at that damn piano, remembering kissing you on that bench.

But he was selfish, he was pushy, he ruined such a beautiful thing before it began.

Satoru knows now, he needs you, like he needs to breathe, and he knows by looking in your eyes, you feel it, though you’re now terrified. He was so afraid of pushing you away, that he did just that. As he sips down a whiskey and pops a seroquel, he hopes it will take him to sleep soon, blissful dreamless sleep where he won’t have to feel this pain.

Satoru looks out the window, watching the snowfall and wondering if you’re okay, before the sleeping meds take him out. But it doesn’t prevent those dreams, it only makes them more vivid, and he wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating, panicking. He calls you, knowing you won’t answer, but he hears it.

A sleepy ‘hmm?’

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

“Shh. Satoru… s’okay… shhh…”

He lets tears fall as he sets the phone on speaker. “Will you… let me hear you breathe? So I can sleep?”

“Hmm, you’re weird Doc.” He snorts through his tears, and you sleepily wonder if this is a dream on your end. “But mkay.”

He soon hears your steady breathing, and he finally can sleep, mind whirling with ways he can earn you, while you listen to his little sigh, hand gripping the phone, picturing him in your mind’s eyes. “Night, beautiful.”

“Night S’toru.”

Two hearts are alone but still connected, as both wonder what the exhaustion of tomorrow would hold, and beyond the doubt, they hope.

I know this was an angsty/darker chapter, but it will get more lighthearted and will have a happy ending, but we gotta go through some rough stuff to get there (Satoru won't be a Hojo again dw lol)

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Nine: I'd Fall for You Twice if That's What You Wanted

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings. Sarah, Tommy, Emily, and JB unknowingly banding together for the win. Joel is his own warning. Inappropriate (or entirely appropriate?) use of a massager. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Chapter Eight | Main Masterlist

“Girl, you’ve got it baaad,” Emily teased, watching you eye your phone every five seconds. The pair of you were getting drinks at your favorite watering hole the Saturday before your first full week of officially teaching.

“I can’t help it, Em. He’s got this, like, hold over me or something,” you replied sheepishly, one hand tucking your phone away in your back pocket. You were starting to annoy yourself with how often you checked for texts from Joel.

“You’re in love, that’s what happens.” Emily shrugged and sipped at her fruity mixed drink. “How’d the holidays go?”

Your expression lit up as you told Emily about your first major holidays with the Millers. Having spent some holidays with them while you were still away at school, your dad already fit into their family dynamic seamlessly. You were a happy and much-loved addition to the festivities and there was plenty of laughter among the adults at how badly Tommy botched dinner for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Why Joel and your dad ever let him try again after the wreck that was Thanksgiving dinner was beyond you. Thankfully, your dad saved the day both times with his unparalleled grilling skills.

“So, it’s safe to say that JB’s still happy about you and Joel being together?” Emily asked after your own laughter at recounting the mess died down.

“Is he ever,” you replied with a shake of your head. “He loves to rib Joel on making an honest woman out of me. Joel takes it in stride, but I’m kinda afraid that it’ll scare him off if my dad keeps it up.”

“Oh, please! That man is clearly head over fuckin’ heels for you. Hell, he’s already told you and JB that he loves you, he’s not goin’ anywhere!” After taking another sip of her drink, Emily shot you a pointed look. “When the hell am I gonna meet Joel, anyway? I feel like you’re actively hiding him from me.”

You stilled.

Were you doing that? You didn’t think so, not at first, but… If you were honest with yourself, there was an element of truth to Emily’s accusation.

“Shit, Em. I’m not doing it purposefully, I swear,” you replied beseechingly, pausing to figure out how to properly explain things. Finding a scratch in the tabletop suddenly fascinating, you stared at it while continuing. “I just have to share him so much already, between Sarah and my dad, even his brother – not that I begrudge him spending time with any of them, especially Sarah! It’s just… when I have time with him, I want to keep him to myself. You know what I mean?”

God, that made you sound so selfish. You looked up to find Emily grinning at you.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“I’ve never seen you so in love. It looks good on you.” Emily clinked her now empty glass against your half-full one. “Just promise me that I’ll get to meet him soon. We could do a double date or something, so it doesn’t take away too much of your precious alone time.”

Over another round of drinks, you made plans for a few Fridays from now, quietly hoping Joel wouldn’t mind.

Heading home, you longed to see Joel, but it was late, and he was spending time with Sarah. He went to great lengths to make sure his daughter did not feel left out or neglected while the two of you explored your relationship, setting aside time for just the two of them to hang out. You loved that about him and knew how important that quality time was for Sarah. Besides, you planned to head over there tomorrow to get a little quality time of your own ahead of the busy week ahead.

In the morning, you slept in and lazed around the house for a while, taking the opportunity to relax and ease into your day while your dad puttered around until mid-day. You hadn’t heard from Joel, but that didn’t bother you – he knew you planned to come over. Around one o’clock, you headed over to the Millers, picking up some pizza and beer on the way.

Pulling up in front of the house, you found your usual spot in the driveway taken by your dad’s truck while Tommy’s truck blocked the remaining space. With a huff you parked along the curb. You would have ordered more pizza if you knew everyone would be here.

“Howdy boys,” you greeted as you walked in. “I come bearing pizza and beer, though I fear we’ll need lots more with this crew.”

Only one set of eyes turned away from the football game playing on TV as they all greet you in return. Getting up from his beloved corner spot on the couch, Joel took the pizza and beer from your hands and placed them on the coffee table before pulling you into the kitchen for a proper greeting.

“Hi darlin’, I’ve missed you,” Joel murmured, his voice already raspy from yelling at the TV. He pulled you close until your bodies were flush together and kissed you deeply. Like a magnet, your fingers threaded through his messy curls, tugging gently as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Mmm, I missed you, too, handsome. Didn’t know you were having company.”

Joel flashed his big cow eyes at you, eyebrows pinched together regretfully. “’M sorry, baby. I didn’t know they were coming by to watch the game ‘til they got here. Apparently, my TV is the best, so here they are. Hope that’s ok. I’ll kick ‘em right the hell out if you want me to.”

The thought did cross your mind.

“Nah, enjoy the game with the boys. I’ll sit with you guys for a bit then hang with Sarah until they leave.” Still wrapped in each other’s arms, you nuzzled the tanned skin of Joel’s neck and he hummed.

“You gonna stay over?”

You shouldn’t, not on a school night – your first as a bona fide teacher – but you had so little time together. “Sure. Just don’t keep me up too late, Mister. Those kids are exhausting, and I need my energy for the first day.”

“Miller! Stop neckin’ with my daughter and get your ass out here!” your dad’s voice bellowed through the house, causing the two of you to spring apart.

“Jesus, Dad,” you sighed, pecking Joel on the lips one last time before following him out to the living room. When would the game be over?

Surprisingly, you enjoyed the time watching the game with everyone. Even Sarah came down to join you all at half-time, book in hand, and sat between you and Joel reading. It was a lovely afternoon and a lovelier night as Joel held you in his arms, whispering words of praise into your hair until you fell into a deep slumber.

Your first week of teaching passed in a blur. After a month of assisting the prior teacher before his official retirement, the students knew you and respected your authority, setting the stage for an overall lovely experience. You started off with earth science lessons and most of the kids were engaged and eager to learn. Of course, you had a few little challenges with difficult students testing their boundaries, but you felt good about the way you handled each situation.

You stayed later after the students were dismissed, using the time to organize the room to your liking and get the lesson plans in order. Sarah perched at one of the long wooden tables working on her homework while you completed your tasks. The pattern offered you and Sarah some quality time together and the young girl found great enjoyment in putting you on the spot, especially when her dad was the topic at hand.

“JB keeps telling dad he needs to marry you,” Sarah blurted randomly Friday afternoon. “Do you want to?”

Staring at her wide-eyed, unsure what to say, you merely shrugged. Why was everyone so focused on the two of you getting married? You only started dating a few months ago!

Tilting her head to the side with a little smirk, Sarah replied, “That’s not a ‘no’.”

She was getting to be as bad as your dad and Tommy.

“You could be my stepmom! I always wanted one since I didn’t get to have a regular mom.”

Despite Sarah’s cheerfulness at the idea, your heart ached for all the real mom-related experiences she didn’t get to have. You knew exactly how that felt. If marrying Joel wasn’t already something you hoped for in the future, it would be after hearing Sarah expressing her desire for a stepmom, for you as a stepmom.

Sarah kept talking, while you lost yourself in thought.

Would you be a good stepmom?

God, you hoped so.

You never had one, JB chose to never get too serious with anyone after your mom, but you heard enough horror stories from your friends about their own stepmoms through the years. It sounded like a thankless job. But all the people you knew with stepparents had both birth parents still in their lives, so maybe your experience would be different.

The late bell chimed, drawing you out of your ever-spiraling thoughts.

“Come on, nugget. Let’s get you home,” you said, pushing thoughts of marriage and step parenthood to the farthest recesses of your mind.

“If you’re not gonna marry my dad, could you at least move in with us? It would be so great if you lived with us!”

Jesus fucking Christ in a handbasket. This kid sure knew how to keep you on your toes.

Leaning over the bar top with hunched shoulders and an aching back, Joel picked at the label on the beer bottle. He didn’t often visit the bar after work, not since Sarah came into his life, but he finally had some extra money and felt like treating himself. You stopped letting him pay you months ago, when the two of you became more to each other than just babysitter and boss, and he stashed that money away each week, saving it for what he didn’t know.

At his side, Tommy carried on about some chick he met a few weeks ago. A pretty attorney who was way out of his league and already turned him down twice. Like a dog with a bone, Tommy showed no signs of giving up yet.

“You better be careful, brother. She may get a restraining order against you if you don’t take it easy,” Joel said, voice a rich rumble.

Tommy waved him off with a chortle. “Oh please. She’s loving it. Chicks like that like being pursued.”

“If you say so.” Joel didn’t know this woman or what she liked, but he knew for a fact that you would hate it if a guy relentlessly pursued you after turning him down, not once, but twice. He smiled at the thought of you kicking a guy like that in the fucking balls to prove that you were very much not interested.

He full on laughed at the thought of you kicking his little brother in the balls, causing Tommy to glance sideways at him.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothin’,” Joel grumbled, clearing his throat. Thoughts of you continued to invade his mind, just like they always did. You were always on his mind, and he loved it. If only you were always in his bed… Joel cleared his throat. “Hey, uh. How do you know if it’s too early to ask a girl to move in?”

Tommy groaned. “Why you always askin’ me this shit? How am I supposed to know? I have less actual relationship experience than you do.”

“Who else am I supposed to ask, huh? JB? Don’t imagine that’d go over too well,” Joel replied with a defeated shrug, but Tommy conceded the point.

“You need more friends, man.” Clearing his throat, Tommy gave it a moment’s thought. “Well, the way I see it, you love her, and she loves you, everyone knows it, and JB and Sarah are both happy for the two of you. Moving in together seems like the logical next step, right?”

Joel nodded, still uncertain.

“Only the two of you can know if the pace is right. Seems to me like you both waited long enough for the right one to come along. You’ve both been through some shit, why waste any more time?”

Damn, when did his little brother become so insightful?

“Alright, I get your point. Do you think she’ll say yes if I ask?” As secure as he was in your love for each other, Joel still floundered a bit at each new step in the relationship department.

“I dunno, brother. You’re just gonna have to grow a pair and find out.”

“Fuckin’ grow a pair,” Joel grumbled, punching Tommy in the arm, hard.

The pair bickered through another round, like brothers do, before calling it an evening. Eager to see you and Sarah, Joel didn’t want to waste away the evening in the bar with Tommy. As they walked out to their trucks, Tommy stopped Joel with a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, brother. In all seriousness, I think she’ll say yes, so just ask, ok?”

Joel nodded his thanks and confirmed plans for watching the game at his place on Sunday, before climbing into his truck. The trip home didn’t take long, and for that Joel was grateful. His back ached after a busy week of hard labor followed by an hour sitting hunched over the bar. He’d kill for a massage.

The house was quiet when he walked in, no sign of you or Sarah on the ground floor. Kicking off his work boots and dropping the truck keys onto the hook near the door, Joel slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Light flooded into the hall from Sarah’s bedroom, the sound of giggles and low voices echoing in the air. He moved slowly, quietly, until he could just peek around the door jamb. You sat on Sarah’s bed, the little girl perched in front of you, as you braided her wiry curls.

The sight melted Joel’s insides into a gooey puddle.

This. This was exactly what he wanted to come home to everyday.

He had to ask you to move in.

Just as he straightened up with a silent groan, ready to enter the room, Sarah’s sweet little voice left him frozen in place.

“I think you’d make the best stepmom.”

“This again,” you griped playfully. “You do, huh? Why?”

Was this something Sarah brought up before? Joel held his breath, waiting for Sarah’s response.

“Because you love my dad and you love me, you’re always kind even when things go wrong, you’re smart, and you like spending time with me. But most of all, because you do the things a mom does even though you’re not my mom and you don’t have to.”

He caught your gasp even though you tried to hide it from Sarah. You were as affected by Sarah’s heartfelt, innocent confession as he was. His adorable, sweet little girl knew you’d make a great stepmom and he agreed with all her reasons. If possible, he fell further in love with you in that moment after seeing you through his daughter’s eyes.

“Well, you’re right, nugget. I do love you and your dad, and I hope that one day, when the time is right, I can be your stepmom. Until then, we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, ok? I’ll still love you to pieces even without the official title.”

You choked out the words, on the verge of tears, and Joel felt his own eyes begin to water. Unable to bear it any longer, he swept through the doorway and pulled you both against his chest in a big bear hug. His precious girls. He loved you both more than words could express.

“Daddy! You’re squeezing too tight! Imma burst!” Sarah shrieked with laughter as he tossed her onto the bed and began tickling her with one hand, his other still holding your close.

“Did you…” Your eyes searched his, a hint of worry hiding in their depths, and Joel grinned, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I heard it all,” Joel confirmed, confidence bolstered knowing you wanted to marry him at some point. Conveying every feeling held in his heart through his eyes, he added, “Move in with us. Please.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, searching for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, darlin’.”

The three of you celebrated with ice cream after you agreed to move in with them before putting Sarah to bed. By then, Joel’s back ached something fierce and you offered to use the message gun he forgot he had.

“Lay face down on the bed, my love,” you directed, watching with adoration as he tugged the shirt over his head, jeans hanging low on his hips. The muscles rippled in his arms and back as he settled on the soft mattress. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Joel murmured, huffing when you climbed over him to straddle his ass.

Turning on the massage gun, you put it on the middle setting and pressed the ball against the flesh of his traps. Even through the device, you could feel how tight those muscles were. It must be where he held his tension. Over the next half hour, you worked the massager over his back, soaking in the grunts that bordered on pain and relief. Somewhere along the way, the groans turned pleasurable, and Joel rolled onto his back, leaving you to straddle his thighs as the bulge in his jeans grew.

Joel’s hands moved to undo the button on his jeans, but you batted his hand away with a mischievous grin. With wide, wondrous eyes, he watched you adjust the setting on the massager and run it along the seam of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching with interest at the vibration. “Don’t stop.”

Hands gripping your hips, he bucked up into the delightful buzz of the massager, a steady stream of moans falling from his lips as the vibrations spread from his balls upwards to the head of his cock. Fuck, if it felt that good through his jeans, how good would it feel directly on his cock?

“Do you want me to increase the speed setting?” you purred, pressing the massager harder against him.

“Oh God, fuck. Yes… ungh. Please.” The words fell from his lips in a series of whimpers as you adjusted the settings. Within moments, he moaned a bit too loudly and came in his pants. You didn’t let up on the pressure though, the vibration drawing out his orgasm until every last drop of his load was blown and his body nearly convulsed with the overstimulation.

Chest heaving, he watched you switch off the massager and run your fingers along the large wet spot on his jeans, his cock twitching tiredly in response.

“That was fucking sexy,” you murmured, enthralled with the mess you just made of him.

“Yeah? Lemme see that thing. Think it’s my turn now, pretty girl.”

Tbc

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itsgrimeytime · 1 year ago

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my series masterlist \\

oneshots, blurbs

PROCESS TAGS:

⏹️ - discontinued

⏸️ - on a break

▶️ - in progress

⏪️ - being rewritten

✅️ - complete

CONTENT TAGS:

😳 - smut

🫣 - suggestive

💞 - fluff

⛈️ - angst

Home is Where the Heart is || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

i found a home in you || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

[SPN + TWD Crossover]

'At the start of the apocalypse (one of many you'd been a part of), you and your brothers got separated. So, you roamed the new world on your own, searching for them. You just knew they were alive, so you kept yourself alive too. That and looking for them were your main priorities. Well, until you run into a group and meet a man you can't quite get out of your head.'

Part 1... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

Magnolia in May || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.'

Part 1-20, 21-30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

The Lover || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'A long time ago, you were Rick Grimes's nurse. Now, you loved him, and he loved you. Or at least that's where you left it off. With Judith safe in your arms and Rick distinctly not by your side, you could only hope his feelings stayed the same because they sure as hell did for you.' (SEQUEL to The Nurse)

Part 1, 2...

Available on Ao3

COMPLETED:

drunk on you || ✅️ (💞, ⛈️)

'You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, epilogue

Available on Ao3

Maneater || ✅️ (⛈️,💞)

'You and Rick Grimes had a backstory, one no one knew except you and him. It's one you refused to share, you never really wanted to get into it. All anyone needed to know was you hated the man. When you're in a rough spot, and you could use the shelter the question is... does he hate you?'

Part 1, 2, 3, epilogue

Available on Ao3

The Nurse || ✅️ (💞,⛈️)

'Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Available on Ao3

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saiyanprincessswanie · 9 months ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 199 & 200

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Perfect for Me - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Coincidence - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Wildflowers - (Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt) - @nekoannie-chan

MIDNIGHT MAGNETISM - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Enjoying the Show - (Ari x Reader x Ransom) - @stargazingfangirl18

Night Night, Nugget! - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Gun for hire (Prologue) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Steve Drabble - @stargazingfangirl18

The Gift - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Filled to the Brim - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Come back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fight For Me - Chp 1 - (Alvey Kulina/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

What's Hers Is Mine - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Tunnel - (Ororo Munroe, Logan Howlett) - @nekoannie-chan

Office - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Little Punk - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Bad Romance - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Jawbreaker - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Ari Dark Concepts - @hansensgirl

His Inheritance ~ Chp 34 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Gun for hire (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Gun for hire (2) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Lurking in the Shadows - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

A Bit Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like This - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You and Me - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Escape - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Books - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Feelings - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 6 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Evermore - Proposal - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - Part 4 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Reconnect - We Don't Talk Anymore - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Your Mark On Me - Part 9 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months ago

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 18

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open! Also, so sorry to be behind on this one. Life got in the way for awhile but I'm back!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: Chapter 17 ~ You Complete Me

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 18 ~ Daydream Believer...

Andy

34 weeks

It's been a rough week at home.

Not that Leia and I have been having problems. We haven’t. But she hasn’t been sleeping very much. Bret’s words hurt her deeply. Being compared to her mother, not the mother she was raised by, but the mother she had become after her father died.

Leia wants nothing more than to be a perfect mother for our princess. I believe that she will be. I have promised her that we will be the best parents to this little girl. But, for us to get there, Leia needs to be happy. I had asked Miranda and Stella, and they made a suggestion I hope lets Leia see how I see her.

“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” I place gentle kisses on her cheeks, nose, lips. She stirs but her eyes don’t open. “Come on, love, open your eyes for me.”

“No,” she grumbles and turns away from me. “Sleepy,” she mumbles.

I chuckled softly. “I know, my love, but I have a surprise for you.”

She cracked an eye. “Does this surprise include breakfast?”

I shake my head with a smile. “Baby, I am a hockey player but I am not an idiot. We are having breakfast in the city and then, I have a surprise. But none of that can happen if you don’t get up.”

My girl has never been an early riser. But the idea of breakfast at her favorite place has her grumbling a little less. I help her to sit up. Our Princess has grown a lot in the past few days. I rub on Leia’s back and she moans. Fuck, that went straight to my groin. I swallow my own noises and help her up.

“Do we have time for a shower?” Leia gives me her big eyes and fuck if I don’t want to give her everything.

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” I lifted her in my arms and took her to the walk-in shower. I strip her and myself before walking us into the shower. I blocked the cold water from splashing on her and I cup her face. “You are the most beautiful creature in the world. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Andy,” she lip wobbled.

“I mean it, my queen. Its hard not to stare at you.” I give her an Eskimo kiss before I press my lips to her. “I love you so much Leia.”

“I love you, Andy.” The water warms and I turn her into the water. I tilted her head and washed her hair. Her eyes flutter close as I massage her scalp. These are the moments I live for. When I can take care of her. When it's just the two of us. The touches and whispers. The small kisses and lingering looks. When we are at our most vulnerable. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Leia is incredible and I imagine that it will just get better when she isn’t carrying my child. I will wait for that. But now, I just need these moments.

After our shower, I packed up a bag for Leia, snack and juice and whatnot. I know she will need it during the surprise. I take her to breakfast at this diner we used to love growing up. Watching her smile and bounce a little on her seat, just like when she was little, makes me smile more.

These are the moments that make all the pain we went through worth it.

As I drive to the surprise, I can see Leia playing with her fingers. “Nervous?”

“A little,” she says.

“Would it make you feel better to know that Stella and Miranda helped me?”

Her head whipped over to mine. “They did?” I glanced at her to see her smile.

“I promise, you’ll love it.” I pulled up to the stadium parking lot.

“Why are we at the Garden?”

“It’s a surprise. C’mon.” I opened her door and helped her out. I could see the look of skepticism. “Sweetheart, have I ever lied to you?”

“No,” she said with a pout. “At least I’m out of the house.” She smiled. “Better than going to the doctor’s office and then back home.”

“This is true,” I said. I nodded at security and guided Leia to the locker room. When I opened the door, Leia gasped. “Oh, they got it set up, cool,” I said as casually as possible.

“Andy, what did you do? What is going on?” Leia looked around to see a makeup station set up with black drapes covering the lockers. A couple of women, dressed in black were standing next to the station. A rack of clothes and a full-length mirror was set up to the side.

I turned her to look at me and I placed my hands on her hips. “Baby, I know the past few weeks have been tough. I know that Bret’s words hurt you. I hate that he was able to hurt you so badly. But I didn’t want you to stay down. I asked the girls what they thought would be something to cheer you up and you kept mentioning a pregnancy photo shoot.”

I watched a tear slide down her face. Shit, did I do the wrong thing? “Leia, you don’t have to...”

She silences me with a kiss on her tip toes. “This is perfect, love.”

I slowly smile. “Yeah?”

“This is amazing. So where are we taking pictures?”

“Get ready and I will show you.”

I set out to make sure the area for the pictures is safe for Leia. I wanted to have a couple on the ice but it needed to be carpeted for Leia so she wouldn’t fall. The photographer is setting up his equipment and some of the arena staff are rolling out the carpet to hide wires and stuff. “Hey Cap,” I turned to see Brad, David and Luke carrying in the goal to the ice.

“What are you guys doing here?” I shook their hands after the but the goal down.

Luke shrugged. “Cubby’s been down every time I called, and Miranda told me what you were doing for her, and I wanted to see her smile again.”

“Thanks man. And you guys? I turned to Brad and David.

“We’ll always help the captain and his girls,” David said.

Brad went to say something, but his jaw dropped, and I turned around.

I wasn’t ready.

She had on a soft looking white sweater the extenuated her bump. Black leggings with brown fur-lined boots. Her chestnut hair was in beautiful curls. Her eyes were sparkling, and her lips were a pale pink. She is perfect and my mouth is completely dry.

“Cubby! You look beautiful.” Luke went over to hug his sister. Brad gave me a shit eating grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

“When are you putting a ring of her Cap?”

That was a very good question.

The hockey poses on the ice are my favorite. I kneel in front of the goal and kiss her bump. We get onto center ice and hold her in my arms. She takes some on her own from the bench, holding a pair of tiny pink skates. We then moved to the park and Leia changed into a lacy ivory jacket with just a bra underneath. I had to adjust myself when I saw her.

As she turned for a different angle, it hit me. This is the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. And I know I said that when I first kissed her but now, I could see it.

I could see us in the hospital, encouraging Leia to push, hoping she doesn’t end my career while squeezing my hand. “You got this baby,” I tell her. And with an almighty scream she welcomes our baby girl into the world. I watch as they clean her and then hand her to me for the first time. And I fell in love all over again with this tiny miracle. My daughter.

Saw us taking a walk around the city and me proposing at the Public Gardens. It’s fall, Leia’s favorite season. She loved the colors. We’re pushing our baby girl around dressed in a pink sweater set, the season almost begins when I drop to one knee and hold out a ring, I know she will love.

Watching her walk down the aisle to me on Luke’s arm as I try not to cry. But I can’t help it because she’s so damm beautiful. And when Luke gives me her hand, he doesn’t have to threaten me. He knows I would do anything for her.

I see us having another child, not really caring if its a boy or girl.

Retiring and coaching my daughter’s youth hockey team. She'll be a star, just like her dad.

Holding her hand, forever.

I choke a little as my daydream recedes and I feel a tear slide down my face. I never believed that we had a soul mate. There are seven billion people on the planet. How could we be tied to just one person? But here I am, watching my soul mate take pictures of her beautiful body that is growing our baby, realizing that this is the start of our forever.

I must have had a dazed look while I was lost in thought because I jump Leia touches my arm. “Andy? Honey? Is everything ok?”

I smile and wipe at the tears I didn’t know had escaped. “Yeah baby, everything is fine.”

“But you’re crying love?”

“It’s because I can see it, you know.” She looked at me confused. “I can see our future, our life together and it’s so beautiful. I didn’t think I would get that.”

Leia gives me a teary smile. “You can?”

“I can, baby. and I can’t wait.” I take her face in my hand and give her the sweetest kiss.

That turned out to be our favorite photo of the day.

Leia

35 weeks.

Andy is on the road with the team again and I’m in nesting mode. All of the clothes that the team gave me are so cute. I think I have a jersey onesie for each player. All the WAGs gave me some of the cutest dresses. Looks like baby girl will have multiple outfit changes a day. I honestly can’t wait for her to be here. But she needs to cook for at least two more weeks. Anyways, I’m in the nursey, organizing, when Miranda comes in. “Leia, don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you. What’s up?” I fold a little t-shirt on my belly.

“I have to take a last minute work trip.”

“Oh.” Miranda is a sports agent. She represents Andy and some of the other players. Luke used to be her client as well but due to the conflict of interest, he was handed off to another agent in her firm. She used to travel a lot more but recently has been working from home. Getting a call from a client that requires her to travel means that this is a big deal. “How long will you be gone?”

“Two days max. I have to leave tomorrow morning.” She’s worried, i can tell because she’s chewing her lips. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Hey, I’m fine. I’ll take it easy and order in if I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides, I can call people to help if I need to. Go, rule the world or whatever.” I gave her a hug. “Everything is going to be fine.”

The first day alone was uneventful. I re-organized the clothes in little Miss’s room and then worked on my own drawers. I could be seated for all of that. I made myself a salad for dinner.

I woke up positive on the second day. I had a couple of calls with some clients that needed me but I called Andy first and face-timed with him.

“You look happy love.”

“I am. Just keeping busy until Miranda comes back tomorrow.” The doorbell rings and I turn my head.

“Expecting something?” He chuckles because he knows I have been ordering stuff from Amazon.

“Maybe,” I say with a giggle. “I’ll let you get to morning skate. I love you, handsome.”

“I love you, beautiful. I’ll call before the game.” We hung up and I lugged myself out of the seat. I waddled to the door to see what packages I got.

I was not expecting a person at the door with a big smile that sends me into a panic.

“Hello Leighton.”

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iamafanofcartoons · 2 years ago

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Tumblr Folklore Stories/Blogs Directory/Masterlist

There are so many great Tumblr Blog stories here! But things are best when organized! Here you are! I’m going to use Tumblr Blaze in a couple weeks to spread this to everyone, but if all of you can reblog this to everyone you know, we can spread the joys of Tumblr to EVERYONE!

Credit to https://www.tumblr.com/dannnnnnnnnnnnex/700073427344736256/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the

The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)

The Monster of Sentan

The Witch’s Cat

Raise Both Children

Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)

Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)

My Arch Nemesis Cynthia

Pirates and Mermaid

Eindred and the Witch

The Demon King

The Cornerwitch

Grandmother Beetroot

Apocalypse Daycare Worker

Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon

New Year Saga

A Story About Changelings

Ranger in the King’s Forest

The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit

Goblin Men (Canines)

Faceblind Prince Charming and Cinderella

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

Doctors Without Borders

The Queen with Three Cursed Children

25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard

26. Haunted house

27. Shark hero was about to go rogue

28. Grandma lives in the woods comic

29. A Different Aftermath comic

30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)

31. It’s A Date comic

32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay

33. Narrative Town

34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic

35. Robot Apocalypse

36. The Statues That Do Not Weather

37. Kushiel

38. Tooth Fairy

39. Alien abduction

40. Felonious wish-granting

41. When humans met actual space orcs

42. Space cousins

Well, now they’re categorized.

https://www.tumblr.com/inkvoices/700033965299531776/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the

https://www.tumblr.com/lightningladybug/699931426130444288/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the

https://www.tumblr.com/blitzlowin/699840636252225536/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the

Also, this is a RWBY-positivity BLOG, so please watch RWBY

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draguta · 2 years ago

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.fairytale of new york | three.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 3532

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

a/n: not me adding in a little smut based on one of my actual fantasies (sex in a library honestly sounds like a dream to me).

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Bucky

Bucky was in an impossible position. His career had always been the most important thing to him, that was why he hadn’t had a relationship in nearly six years. It was the only thing he had ever focused on, always telling himself that everything else can wait. There had never been a point where he’d ever questioned his priority before. But now? Now he had a problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl that had fallen into his lap when he had least expected it. The way that their encounter had occurred, the way that the coincidences seemed to simply pile up, made him think that it was something more. He felt drawn to her in a way that he’d never had with any other girl before. Her words spoken in the bar that very first night played on a loop in his brain during his waking hours, and the sight of her face as he brought her to finish on his tongue haunted his dreams each night.

He tried not to think about her, tried to avoid her. He kept himself distracted with work, with his colleagues, but every time he received a piece of work with her name written at the top in curled cursive letters, his mind snapped back to those memories.

He really was in trouble, but not in the way that he had originally thought. Not because there was the chance of them getting caught, but instead because he actually wanted to get to know her. Because he could see himself reading late at night with her cuddled up to his side. Because he could imagine waking her up in the morning with a kiss, making pancakes for her whilst she sat on the counter beside him with a cup of coffee, wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

It made no sense; he barely knew this girl. Sure, they’d had two incredible moments of intimacy together, moments that he would cherish, but he didn’t really know anything about her, besides the fact that she liked to read and that she wanted to be a writer some day. How could he possibly be feeling something for her already, even if it was miniscule.

“James.” The voice pulled Bucky out of his thoughts, and as he glanced up from his morning coffee he found Rhodey, one of the professors that worked under him in the English Department, taking a seat at the table that Bucky had found himself at during his lunch break.

“Rhodey,” he smiled. “Sorry, I was in my own little world there. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Rhodey explained. “Do you have a student named Y/N?”

Y/N

Days passed by, which quickly turned into weeks. You found yourself getting into the swing of college, the nerves that you had felt upon first arriving now long gone. You had finally met all of your roommates, from the quiet and slightly moody MJ who was studying Biology, eccentric and slightly clumsy Kate who was studying Art, and finally Shuri, who had an incredible mind according to her professor, Professor Stark, Head of Physics.

Ever since that moment in Bucky’s office so many weeks ago you had kept your distance from him. You often found yourself sitting at the very back of the lecture hall for your three lectures per week, hid behind your laptop refusing to make eye contact, and went to Professor Rhodes, another professor in the English department if you had any questions about the material. Whilst Professor Rhodes seemed rather confused as to why you would go to him and not your own professor, he was always happy to help.

You were doing well in your classes, and had become close with Yelena and Wanda, who still remained your favourite people on campus. You did everything that you could to distract yourself from him, but nothing seemed to quell the aching that you had for him. It was like nothing you had experienced for a man before, and there ultimately seemed to be no stopping it.

When you had seen him in line at a coffee shop near campus one afternoon you had rushed out of the door without him even seeing you, trying desperately to swallow down the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You’d caught him one morning outside of the lecture hall laughing happily with a red-headed professor, one that you recognized from Kate’s course brochure as the head of the Art department, Professor Romanoff. He had his head swung back in raucous laughter at something she had said, and you couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that rang through your chest at the sight. You had rushed home and emailed in sick that day.

No problem, Y/N. Are you ok? Do you need anything? Let me know - Bucky.

That had been the only correspondence you’d had with him since that day in his office. He had signed it Bucky, an email from his work address, and a small moment of panic came to you, but passed quickly when you double checked and realised that he had replied from his personal account instead.

Around three days after that you found yourself in the school library. Professor Rhodes had suggested the day before that an extracurricular analysis of one of your favourite books was a great way to hone your skills, so you had taken his advice and begun work on it. He had advised handing it into ‘Professor Barnes’ for extra credit but you couldn’t bear the thought of having to speak to him face-to-face again, even if you knew that it would happen eventually.

‘To the Lighthouse’ is Woolf’s most autobiographical work of fiction, drawing on her own childhood and family experiences in the 1890s and early 1900s.

You wrote quickly and carefully, your fingers running over the keys of your laptop as if it were muscle memory. ‘To the Lighthouse’ your favourite book, the copy on the table beside you the same one you’d had since a child, filled with annotations and highlights.

Note that the title, ‘To the Lighthouse’ could suggest a journey steadily progressing towards an end goal, but what the novel actually gives us is a narrative in which that journey ‘to the lighthouse’ is delayed until the end of the novel.

You took a sip of your tea, still hot from the shop on the corner of campus, checking back to the book to compare your notes to your analysis. It was dark in the library, late in the evening, and quiet, with few students still there studying due to the lateness of the hour. But this was where you were happiest, the most at peace.

In the final section, pointedly titled ‘The Lighthouse’, the preposition is dropped, but has the trip to the lighthouse really been achieved? It has, with the lighthouse simply resembling the goals that the children have for the future, not a tangible lighthouse to visit.

“Still working so late?”

It was a familiar voice that pulled you away from your work, away from the words of Virginia Woolf and back to reality. You swallowed but your throat was already dry from the thought of seeing him. Slowly you turned, coming face-to-face with Bucky. He was wearing a button-up shirt under a dark-blue blazer, a laptop bag draped over his shoulder, a pile of papers in his arms. He looked good - he always did.

“Just some extracurricular work,” you explained with a shrug. “Someone told me that it would be a good way to keep myself on track with my work, and maybe get some extra credit while I’m at it.”

He took a step forward, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Would that someone be Professor Rhodes?”

He slowly moved forward again until he was standing beside you by the desk.

“How did you know about that?” You asked slowly, your thumbs fiddling with each other in your lap awkwardly, nervously.

“We work in the same department, Y/N. You think he wouldn’t tell me that one of my students has been going to him for advice instead of me?” He pointed out, and you had to admit it made a lot of sense. You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky beat you to it. “I get it, I really do. And if that’s what you have to do to feel more…comfortable, then I’m ok with that.”

You frowned, taking in the words that he had just said, letting their meaning sink in. He thought that you were more comfortable around Professor Rhodes because of everything that had transpired between you and Bucky.

“You think you make me uncomfortable?” You asked slowly, looking up at him. He shuffled awkwardly before finally perching on the seat beside you, planting down the pile of papers in his hand on the desk.

“T-That’s not what I meant,” he stuttered. “But I would understand if you did.”

A light laugh echoed around the library, quickly followed by a ‘shush’ from the librarian at the front desk. Bucky looked at you with a deep frown, clearly thinking you were completely mad.

“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you Bucky,” you explained. You lowered your voice slightly for fear of being overheard, moving closer to him as you spoke. “I was just worried about you getting in trouble.”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh, a beaming smile on his face. It was nice, knowing that his smile was because of you, not some red-headed professor. “You don’t need to worry about me, doll,” he beamed. “I can look after myself. Now, let me have a look at this analysis you’re working on.”

The two of you sat there for the next few hours, Bucky reading over your shoulder as you wrote, pointing out errors or sentences that he thought could be expanded on. Your mind drifted back to the very first day of your course, his very first rule.

“One: I am here to support you, not do your work for you. I will not push you to the right answer. If you don’t know the answer, listen and study.”

It didn’t seem as though he was following his own rule as the two of you sat in that library. He was giving you hints, edging you in the right direction, even leaning over your shoulder to rewrite an entire sentence for you, which you were certain was completely against the rules that he had created for his class. But you didn’t care. He was with you again, even if it was in an academic sense. You could smell his scent once more, now close enough for it to engulf you again, the paper, the ink, the sandalwood, tobacco, leather, the vanilla, each one filling your nostrils, almost making you forget about the paper entirely. He placed a hand on the small of your back, leaning closer as he discussed a comparison paragraph between two characters, and you could help but clench your thighs at the contact. What you didn’t realise was that Bucky had noticed it, and a small smirk began to play at his lips.

“Out of curiosity,” he said suddenly after a few hours, leaning forward in his seat and leaning against the desk, placing a hand on the cover of your novel. “Why did you choose ‘To the Lighthouse’?”

“I first read it back in middle school, and I found it fascinating how it completely steered away from all of the literature that I’d read before from the same era,” you explained with a shrug. “Woolf used her own personal memories to create a story that is so intimate and poetic, and I just thought that was incredible.”

Bucky nodded slowly, his eyebrows raised in thought. “That’s a very analytic take on it,” he said, looking at you pointedly. “But what is the personal connection?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, leaning back in your chair and taking a sip of your tea, now cold.

“From experience, when someone has a favourite book, it’s usually because there is some kind of personal connection,” he urged. “Something that makes that story, that book, so important to the person. So what’s yours?”

You paused, shooting him a small smile before looking down at the cup in your hands. “Do you really want to know?” You asked quietly, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod firmly. “That copy there was my grandma’s. It was her favourite book when I was growing up, and she always talked about it. I never read it, but after she died I found her copy.”

You spared a glance in his direction, but he didn’t speak, sitting patiently waiting for you to continue.

“It was filled with annotations that she’d made, and when I read it for the first time, it brought back so many memories,” you explained. “Every time I reached a part that she had talked about, or a paragraph that she had quoted, it felt as though she was with me at that moment. I began adding my own annotations to the same copy, started re-reading it over and over again to get that feeling back. After a while, it simply became my go-to book, the one that I always pick over anything else.”

You looked over at him when you had finished and found that he was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, understanding and perhaps a little sympathetic, and it made those butterflies in your stomach flutter to life once more. You wanted to pull him towards you, to kiss him and tell him how difficult it was to stay away from him. But you knew that you couldn’t - it was too risky.

“You know, this is my favourite book too,” he said eventually, lifting up your copy and flicking through the pages carefully. “It was the very first book that I ever studied, the one that made me find my passion for English and for writing. I owe my entire career to this book.”

You’d never had a conversation like this with him before, but you found that you were actually enjoying it. It was nice to know that he was someone outside of your professor, that you had so much in common with him.

“Looks like I picked a good book to analyse then,” you smiled, turning back to your laptop, trying to push away the smile that was threatening to spread across your face.

He leans forward to look over your shoulder once more, but this time it’s not the small of your back that his hand goes to. Instead, it finds its way to your thigh, squeezing gently at the flesh there as if asking if it was ok. Slowly you dipped your hand under the table, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was looking, interlacing your fingers with yours.

He leaned in close to you, his voice low, his cheek brushing against your shoulder.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Turning your head slightly you realised just how close you were, close enough that you could smell the coffee on his breath, and if you moved forward even just a few centimetres your lips would be connected.

“If I’m dangerous,” you whispered back, blinking at him slowly. “Then you’re irresistible.”

He twirled his hand around in yours, playing with your fingers, glancing down at your hand intertwined with his before glancing back up at you. You knew what was running through his mind - it was running through yours as well. You nodded, and he smiled back at you, rising to his feet, his hand never leaving yours as he led you away from the desk, leaving your computer and papers behind. He let go of your hand for only a second as you passed by the front desk, with him calling a ‘hello Maria’ to the librarian, before grabbing it again as soon as the pair of you were out of sight. He led you to the corner of the room and up the metal spiral staircase in the corner, one that was rarely used, leading to the section for the older books.

“No one comes up here, don’t worry,” he explained as he pulled you down a corridor, finally finding an aisle to his satisfaction and pulling you down it.

Within a moment he had slammed you against the bookcase, his lips crushing against yours, his hands sliding down to your thighs to help hoist you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist as if it were habit.

You both knew that you didn’t have long, and so as your hands trailed down to his belt buckle, he did the same, undoing the button of your jeans and hoisting them down your thighs as you pulled his suit pants down to his knees. He was inside you within an instant, and you both groaned at the sensation of being connected once again, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder as your hand reached out to grab onto the shelves beside you for support.

He began to thrust upwards, rough and quick, his hips snapping against yours in perfect rhythm. His hand tugged at your hair, revealing your throat to him, and he took it upon himself to latch his lips onto the skin just below your jaw, sucking and biting, before kissing it sweetly to null the pain.

“Tell me why I can’t stay away from you?” He mumbled against your skin. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

“Me too, Bucky,” you whispered, gasping as he readjusted your hips, meaning that he hit your spot perfectly. “T-Think about you all the time.”

His thrusts became faster, messier. The bookcase rattled behind you, books falling from the shelves with each movement, but neither of you cared. You were simply chasing your highs, edging closer and closer to the fall. You wanted to fall with him, to feel him finish with you, at the same time. You slid your hand down his arm, finding his hand on your thigh, tangling your fingers with his, sweaty hands clasped together as you got closer and closer to ecstasy together.

“Stay with me tonight.” It wasn’t a request or a question, it was a command. He was telling you that you were staying with him even if you didn’t want to. Little did he know that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to fall asleep on his chest, your skin sticking together, his spend dripping out of you onto his sheets.

The coil in your stomach snapped at the thought, and you leant forward, your teeth digging into his shoulder slightly as you tried desperately to swallow your screams from the bliss that took over your entire body., causing him to hiss at the slight pain. He finished at the same time, just as you had hoped for, the hot seed filling you up, certain to be dripping down your legs on the way back downstairs. He cursed, mumbling your name against your shoulder as he finished, his hips slowing to a stop. You were able to see his face this time, his lips parted slightly, eyes closed as if he were seeing heaven itself. You had never seen a sight more perfect.

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment simply catching your breaths before he finally pulled away, helping you down from your perch on the bookshelf.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked, buttoning up your jeans and looking back over to him as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers.

“What?” He asked with a frown, satisfied with his shirt, and moving on to wipe the fog from his glasses on his sleeve.

“When you asked me to stay with you tonight,” you explained slowly. It was very possible that he had simply said it in the heat of the moment, passion providing clouded judgement. But he paused, looking at you as if you had just said something idiotic.

“Of course I meant it.” He moved closer, placing his hands on your arms, and you took his glasses from him, slowly sliding them back onto his nose with a smile as he looked down at you. “I meant everything that I said. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s really becoming a problem.”

“So first I’m dangerous, and now I’m a problem,” you laughed, sliding your hands around his neck as he slipped his own around your waist. “I don’t know if I should be insulted, professor.”

Bucky groaned, his eyes squinting and his mouth curling into a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow at the view. “So, you like it when I call you professor, do you?” You asked, wearing a matching smirk. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You reached up onto your tiptoes, and planted a sweet and tender kiss to his lips, before the pair of you made your way back down the staircase, hand-in-hand.

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katareyoudrilling · 2 years ago

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Shared Document (Marcus Pike one-shot)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: An accidental cut/paste reveals your secret hobby

Word count: 1.9k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: alternating POV, fingering

A/N: This is just a bit of fun inspired by a true story that I told here. Big thanks to @wheresarizona for the nudge to write it! Reblogs and comments very much appreciated!

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That can’t be right.

It couldn’t possibly say that…

Marcus rubs his eyes and looks at the computer screen again. Blinking hard.

You straddle Agent Pine’s lap, stakeout be damned. He plunders your mouth greedily with his tongue as you grind your hips against him. You both knew this would happen eventually.

Three sentences.

In a shared document.

He had to be hallucinating.

For the tenth time, Marcus right-clicks on the cell containing the text. For the tenth time, it shows that your username updated it at 19:34 last night.

He had sent out the shared spreadsheet yesterday afternoon. Everyone involved in the case had access and was meant to fill in their case notes.

This was clearly not case notes.

Marcus continues to stare at the screen, paralyzed. It doesn’t help that a significant portion of the blood that should be in his brain has traveled south. He shifts in his chair trying to relieve the pressure building against his fly.

All signs point to those three sentences being about him. It doesn’t take much of a leap to get from Pine to Pike. The two of you were even on a stakeout together last week. Nothing like that happened though. You were both professionals. You made minimal small talk while watching the abandoned warehouse across the street all night then went home. Separately.

He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about you like that, though. But only in moments of weakness when his professionalism got overrun by his hopeless romanticism.

He can see you across the bullpen now, typing away at your computer. You’re a beautiful woman. Smart and funny too. You draw your plump bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and Marcus’s cock twitches with interest.

He forces his eyes back to his screen and his thoughts to safer territory, willing the flush that has crept up his neck and to the tips of his ears to retreat.

There’s no way you intended for this to happen. You would never risk your career and he would hate to see you embarrassed. He could just delete it, and no one would ever know, including you. But you were writing about HIM. And part of him… an increasingly insistent part… is interested in finding out why.

He quickly saves down a copy of the spreadsheet then clears the cell in the shared version before opening a blank email.

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Deep inhale in through the nose…

And exhale out through the mouth….

Inhale….

Exhale….

You have to remind yourself to breathe because you nearly fainted when you read the email on your screen right now.

Ummm, what’s this? “You straddle Agent Pine’s lap, stakeout be damned. He plunders your mouth greedily with his tongue as you grind your hips against him. You both knew this would happen eventually.”

You know what that is. You wrote those words last week. You’d taken up a new hobby during the pandemic – writing erotica. It wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes but yours.

But now Marcus was somehow quoting it back to you.

Oh God.

Marcus.

Your references to “Agent Pine” were not anywhere near disguised. You couldn’t help but be inspired by your coworker. He was jaw-droppingly handsome, sweet, and kind. He had the most expressive brown eyes. He could also handle a gun, which, if you allowed yourself to think about it for any length of time, made your knees go weak and your pussy flutter.

It was just harmless fun using him as inspiration, especially since no one was ever going to see it.

But now he had.

Inhale….

Exhale….

You are a professional. You can do this. You click “reply” and begin to type.

I have no idea how I emailed that to you! I am so incredibly sorry. I am beyond mortified. I recently started writing short stories and those lines are from one of them. I have no idea how it ended up in an email. It was incredibly inappropriate and won’t happen again.

You press send and anxiously tap your fingernails against your desk waiting to see if he replies. You don’t have to wait long before a new message appears.

Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen. But it wasn’t emailed to me, it was in the shared doc I sent out yesterday.

What little air was left in your lungs whooshes out and your vision goes blurry.

The shared document??? You filled that out last night and were copy/pasting back and forth between documents. You had been working on your short story just before. Moving lines around. Damn you clipboard! The entire department could have seen it! You could get fired for this! You force yourself to keep reading.

I deleted it and everything is fine. Don’t worry.

I liked it.

Three little words transform your panic into shock. You look up from your computer, across the bullpen, to where Marcus sits. He’s watching you with a speculative smile on his face. He winks and you nearly fall out of your chair.

He LIKED it.

Ohhhhh

This changes everything.

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Marcus watches as understanding dawns across your lovely features. He can’t help but smirk a little at the way your pupils dilate when his meaning becomes clear. What he doesn’t expect, though, is for you to get up from your desk chair and walk towards him.

Is he imagining a little extra sway in your hips? He drags his eyes up from your tempting curves to your face. Your expression is neutral, but there’s a mischievous glint in your eye that makes his mouth dry.

“Excuse me, Marcus?” you ask innocently, “Could I speak with to you a moment?”

“Uh, sure,” he replies, clearing his throat and rising from his chair to follow you down the hall. You duck into a conference room, and he follows you inside. You close the door behind him and stand with your back against it.

“Thank you for being so understanding about that,” you start, nervousness momentarily overtaking your expression. He can see the tension in your shoulders. He wants that sparkle in your eye to come back.

“Of course, accidents happen. So…a short story, huh?” he asks gently, trying to set you at ease.

You shift on your feet and chuckle. “Yeah, just a pandemic hobby I picked up.”

“Is it about you and me?” It’s a blunt question, but he needs you to admit it. You invited him into this conference room away from prying eyes. But why, exactly? If you aren’t attracted to him in real life, he needs to know.

You bite your lip again and look up at him through your lashes, “Inspired by you and me.”

He drags his thumb across his bottom lip as he considers you closely. You meet his gaze directly, your confidence returning.

“What if I don’t want it to just be inspired? What if I want it to be real?” Marcus stares directly into your eyes while he speaks. He’s never been shy about admitting his feelings. Hopefully you won’t be either.

“I would be open to that,” you answer softly, your glance flickering down to his mouth.

He watches you swallow.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

Marcus closes the distance between your bodies. Your feminine scent fills his nostrils and makes his mouth water. He gently cups your jaw as he brings his lips to yours. You whimper and he swallows the sound hungrily.

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Marcus Pike can kiss.

Your imagination hadn’t done him justice. His lips are soft and searching. His thumb traces your jaw and down your neck. He tips your head back and you open to him, wanting him closer, needing to taste him. Your hands quickly find the lapels of his suit jacket and fist in the fabric.

He explores you slowly and thoroughly. Your tongues gliding together. One large hand directs your jaw while the other traces your collarbone making your skin tingle.

Marcus breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath.

“Wow,” he exhales. You make an unintelligible noise in reply and Marcus chuckles. “I can’t get the idea of you straddling me in the car out of my head,” he admits grinding his hips into you and you can feel the evidence against your stomach. The proof of his feelings makes you bold.

“We may not have a car, but…” you press your hands against his chest, directing him backwards into a chair. He sits with a surprised smile. You quickly check to make sure the door is locked before climbing up on his lap, placing your knees on either side of his hips.

Marcus’s hands skim up your hips and ribcage, his thumbs glancing the sides of your breasts, as you sink down.

You bend your head down to capture his mouth as you grind your hips over his erection. The pressure against your aching clit is glorious and you moan into his mouth. Marcus grips your hips and drags you across his rigid cock, hips surging up to meet your own.

You throw your head back and arch your back, chasing the friction. He licks down your throat and rests his forehead between your breasts as he continues to guide you riding him.

“Can you come like this, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rough and desperate.

“It’s so good,” you pant, “but I… I think I need a little more.”

“Let me give you more, baby. Can I?” Marcus looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, like he can’t get anything he wants with that look.

“Yes. Please,” you beg.

Marcus unbuttons your pants and slides his hand inside. He groans as his fingers slip through your slick folds. He curls his middle finger up into you and presses the heel of his hand against your clit. Your pussy clenches around him.

“Use me,” he orders as he drags his nose along your jaw and continues to guide your hips with his other hand. You whimper and comply, rocking your hips rhythmically into his hand, seeking the perfect angle. Your gasp when you find it.

“That’s right,” he rasps, “Take what you need.”

“I’m close,” you whine. Marcus curls his finger hard inside you and you topple over the edge. Marcus wraps his arm tight around you while your hips buck wildly. You bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your cries. Your aftershocks subside and you slump against him. He gently slips his hand out and gathers you into his broad chest.

He presses kisses into your hair and strokes your back while you come down from your high.

“Was that how you imagined it?” he murmurs into your hair.

You look up at him, “Better. So much better.”

He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling, and kisses your forehead. “So, when do I get to read the rest?”

You laugh and sit up, trying and failing to straighten your clothes. You’re a disheveled mess, but he’s looking at you with heart eyes, so who cares. “Would you like to come over to my place tonight?”

“Definitely,” he replies eagerly.

“Great! I think you’re really going to like the next part,” you say with a wink.

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months ago

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Week 33 Reblog Masterlist

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 33 2024:

Broken Hearts part 23 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

His Wickedly Wild Menace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Badge & blood: a cry baby story | prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @delicatebarness 💙

Mine part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

The Thing About Trust (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @christowhore 💙

Taskmaster (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Mine part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

I Thought I Lost You (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @welikeimagines-andfandoms 💚

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Captain Rogers attends his first Pride event (Stucky X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Mine part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Professional Oversight (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Helmut Zemo) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 🖤❤️

Warning Signs (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💙

His Fiore part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚💙

Mine part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Happy valentines day, darling! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @softestqueeen ❤️

Midnight smile (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

First date (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 💚

Yield (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚

Broken Hearts part 24 epilogue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Home Sweet Home Chapter Seven (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow ❤️

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Need you now (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙

Trouble man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saintttajax 💙

Imagine (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @hoteldreamss 💚

Date Day (Stucky X Reader) by @plussizefantasia 💚

How Can I Forget You? (Stucky X Reader) by @bucks-babe ❤️

#Annie recommends #Week 33 reblog masterlist

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Descriptive edical procedures, reader has a medical issue, crazy sexual tension, light angst, tons of humor, workplace relationship, kissing and teasing, the hospital is lowkey slutty. Reader like 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 8.7k

♡ Reblogs and comments appreciated ♡

=͟͟͞♡ Part Two =͟͟͞♡ Playlist =͟͟͞♡ Masterlist

♡ Part Three ♡

One Week Later- the OR

“Intern, those fingers ready?” Dr. Gojo says to you, as you hold the severed finger of the patient in front of you, you’ve already cleaned them out, removing the damaged tissue. Maki is watching you eagerly from the window above, as if she’s dying to get her hand on the fingers, nibbling on a snack with Yuta as they watch. You look at Gojo, nodding now. “Perfect, now come over here.”

You stand next to Dr. Gojo in the OR now, a little overheated in your face mask, holding the finger steady as he begins to work on restoring the ligaments. You watch him avidly, his expert fingers under those latex purple gloves, precise to every millimeter, wiring the finger as you hold it. It’s quiet in the room, just the two of you and the sleeping patient, along with one of the nurses checking the vitals.

“What am I doing right now, Intern?” Satoru asks, peering up at you through his goggles, only serving to magnify the blue of his eyes.

“Wiring the tendons, Dr. Gojo.”

“Exactly, and how many hours do we typically have to do this successfully?” He asks softly.

“Twenty four hours, though everything after six hours poses a risk.”

“Perfect. How are you at sutures?”

“I’m the suture queen. I am in quilting classes, you know.” You tease, he chuckles a bit then, as the nurse hands you the needle and thread. You take it with steady hands, pouring antiseptic on the exposed finger, now put back together from Gojo. He’s right next to you, watching everything you do carefully.

“Nice, very nice. Almost as good as me, actually.” You smile under your mask at the praise, as he stands so very close you can smell his cologne even in the room that smells like pure rubbing alcohol and cleaner, you can feel the body heat of him, but you focus.

You slowly continue your sutures, making sure to be as even as possible, looping the skin together bit by bit as Dr. Gojo watches you. He does not instruct you, he merely holds it in place and allows you to finish, once you do he inspects it and hums to himself in satisfaction.

“Do you want to wire the tendons?”

“Fuck yes! Oh shit…” You blush now, thankful he can’t see, but you hear his soft laughter then. “Can I?”

“Only way to learn is to do it. I’ll be guiding you.” One hand presses against your back for just a moment as he switches your positions now, making you tremble, nerves going insane as you see Maki giving you a big thumbs up. Gojo laughs as he looks at her. “You have a fan club.”

“Not like yours Dr. Gojo.” You tease, now grabbing the wire.

“And what’s this technique called?”

“Tension band wiring.”

“You’re a little nerd.” You gasp, and the nurse laughs a bit. “It’s not a bad thing, you just are one.”

“Aren’t we all who go to med school?” You ask, carefully starting to gently wire the tendons together, Satoru is right against you now.

“Figure eight motions, there you go. Beautiful.” He murmurs again, and you’re eating up the praise, the nurse steps out for a moment since he is now stable, as you’re finishing up, when suddenly something is stabbing you in your temple. You cry out, gasping, and Satoru looks at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, leaning closer, and you shake your head, taking a breath as you continue to finish suturing his finger up.

“I’m so sorry.” You manage to say.

“Sorry? Your hands haven’t wavered, you’re okay. What’s going on?”

“Really bad stabbing ache. I’ve had them before but this was bad… shit… please don’t-”

“I won’t tell anyone.” He assures you quietly, and your eyes flutter shut for just a moment now that he’s taken over, arms wrapped around and working over you, for a moment you lean back against his chest, before panicking. “It’s fine, no one’s watching anymore, take a moment.”

“It’s not professional-”

“You did great. Why don’t we… talk about that headache later?” You sigh, leaning against him for just a moment, feeling his heart pounding against your back steadily, slowly, it feels far too good, to shut your tired eyes and breathe.

“You don’t have to worry about it. You have enough to do.” You say softly, straightening up now and starting to apply the antiseptic carefully. Satoru stands next to you again, and you already miss him behind you, complete insanity surely.

“Just come to my office after you clean up. Yeah?” He says, the nurses come in then, and you nod carefully.

“Do you think he’ll play piano again?” You ask, carefully inspecting both of your handiwork now, the fingers sutured beautifully, but still, you know he has quite a recovery ahead. “I found him on Youtube, he’s amazing.”

“You get so mushy and attached.” He teases, you just smile.

“I guess I do. It’s a bad habit.”

“Very bad. But… I do think he’ll play again, it may take some practice and time, but we did very well.” You exhale in relief, finishing up as Dr. Gojo walks out, the pain in your head starting to come back once more.

“Shit…” You whisper under your breath, anxiety making your heart race now, but you shove it down, focusing.

Later after cleaning up and heading to Satoru’s office, it’s cracked open and you peek in, earning his laugh when he sees you. “Hey it’s not a Scooby mystery, Daphne. Well… maybe Velma, you’re so nerdy.”

You glare now, making him grin with those glinting white teeth. “You’re a regular Scooby Doo, but for sweets and BJs.” You shut the door behind you, he holds a hand to his chest.

“Ouch! That one hurts, you’re saying blow jobs are my Scooby Snacks!?” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just making sure I’m not stepping in on a… Hojo moment.”

Satoru’s lips curl up on one side, hands in the pockets of his slacks, lab coat behind his hips then, revealing his long, lithe legs. He is tilting his head, white hair falling just so. “A Hojo moment hmm? Like me and you at that party?”

“Shh!” You’re leaned up, hand on his mouth, as he laughs against your palm, heating it up. “We did nothing.”

“You know orgasms help headaches? Scientifically- don’t go!”

“You’re an ass.” You’re snatched up by him then, big hands on your narrow shoulders, frozen in place with him behind you.

“Sorry, sorry. Can’t blame me for teasing you, Miss cancels our date.”

“I really did get crazy busy, family shit. I’m sorry.” You turn back to him, feeling his fingertips brush your bare skin as they slip down your arms, and see he is pouting, you giggle then.

“You laugh at my pain, brat?”

“Brat! You’re a brat. No, your pout is why I giggled, it’s cute.” You tap his lips now, remembering the feel of them on yours, fuck it had been a long week since you two had shared that moment in your room, you may or may not have played with yourself to the memory… maybe or maybe not several times this week.

Not that you’d tell him though. Just stress relief!

Yeah?

Yeah…

“I promise I’ll make it up. I felt bad… it was actually my cousin. She had a baby recently and came down with something.”

“So you spent your only day off doctoring?”

You sigh. “Yep.”

“Nerd.”

“Hey!” He’s laughing again.

“Fine, what about a drink at the bar across the street after work then? Something easier?”

Drinks with Gojo. Dr. Hojo.

Bad idea.

“Sure.”

Fuck. Maybe you can keep your pants on this time…

“Better not stand me up, missy.” He taps your forehead now. “I want to do a CT scan first, MRI if I see anything too crazy. That okay with you?”

“But I have work, Dr. Gojo… rounds…”

“Have your friends cover for just like thirty minutes, okay? Do they know you have headaches?” He asks, eyeing you as if you’re a case now. You know that look, you see it on him constantly as he assesses his patients.

“How do you know I get them alot?”

“You rub your temples all the time, and your neck. But I figured stress and exhaustion. It could just be that. But…” He trails off, brushing back a lock of your hair now, making your body light up with the gentlest brush. “Humor me and let me see inside your head.”

“You wanna be inside me so bad.” His eyes get lidded at your joke, and your breath catches at the look on his pretty face. “Fuck, bad joke.”

“Hmm, no… it’s true.” He tilts your chin up, your breaths mingling now, as the door knocks, and you step away quickly, only to earn his lazy gaze. “Those scrubs hide such a nice little body.”

“Shush Hojo.” You smack at him now, and he opens the door, you notice it’s Miwa, he lets her in and you tense up, ready to leave, what is their deal? And why do you care!? It’s not like you all have done anything but make out and…

And…

Fuck you can’t get his demon doctor fingering skills out of your damn head, it’s like he’s implanted there, whispering your anatomy just to fuck with you. You shake yourself out of it as Satoru talks to Miwa now.

“Could you prep a CT for me please, Miwa?”

“Of course I can. Hello Doctor!” She says brightly to you, you both had been much better this week after the intense situation where she’d questioned you, now she seems to truly respect you more. Though you wish it wasn’t just Gojo’s words.

“Hello Miwa. How are you handling today? It’s been crazy.”

“I know, ugh. I’m good, I’m about to leave for the day, I’ll prep it for you, Dr. Gojo, here’s the notes for the recovery of that patient you all just worked on too.” He takes them and smiles.

“Thanks Miwa. Have a good night.” She bounces off, and he smirks down at you, snowy lashes lowering. “You’re jealous.”

“What!? No! Of what, sucking Dr. Hojo’s dick?” You cross your arms, scowling up at his snarky expression.

“It was once. I don’t tend to go on dates or carry on, you know.”

“So why ask me?”

“Maybe you’re… different.” You pause at that, blinking a bit when he steps close once more. “Maybe I really can’t get your anatomy out of my mind.”

“Shush. CT scan.” You whisper, he’s too goddamn close, leaning low over you, so close you’re studying his perfect skin and his high cheekbones, fuck he’s even prettier up close. It’s really annoying.

Those blue eyes are absolutely stunning, of course they are, but it’s not just the color, it’s all of the things emoted in his eyes, the intensity of them. Your eyes keep darting to his lips, even when the throbbing in your head comes back, you gently rub your temple as you keep flickering your gaze back to his eyes, soon his cool fingers replace your own, rubbing gently.

“You don’t want to admit you liked it.” Satoru says softly, his breath tickling you as he presses in, your eyes close at how good it feels, sighing.

“I want to be taken seriously, Satoru. Not to be the intern that gets favored because she fucks her boss.”

“You stress too much. Maybe that’s the cause of the headaches.”

“Hmm… maybe.” You lean closer now, continuing to let him rub your temples further. “You assume I wanna fuck you, Dr. Hojo.”

“Oh, it’s an educated guess. By all your body language.”

“Shush, keep rubbing.” His chest shakes against your hands with laughter as he gently cradles your face in his hands now, pressing his lips to your temple. “That feels too good, better stop.”

“You’re really annoying, intern. Mmmkay go get yourself covered so we can get it done yeah?”

“Meet you there.”

*****

“I hate this shit, I feel like I gotta pee.” You grumble now, as Satoru is injecting the contrast dye into your arm, making you feel like you’re hot everywhere as you lay on your back right outside of the machine. Satoru’s lips quirk up, you try to ignore how good the man looks as your doctor for just a moment.

Impossible.

“I know, it’s the worst, but just for a few. I’ll be right over there, looking all inside you.”

“Fuck off.” You stick your tongue out and he wiggles his brows, stepping out of the room, you get tense, feeling yourself breathing a little too fast as he now speaks through the microphone.

“Alright, pretty patient.”

“You’re flirting with your patient during a CT scan?” His teasing eases your nerves, though you don’t admit it outright, a little smile plays on your lips.

“Only patients this pretty.” He murmurs, and you ignore the blush on your cheeks, must be the contrast dye overheating you. “I’m easing you in, yeah? Just stay as still as you can and breathe.”

“Yes, Sir.” He hums then a bit, and you’re sliding into the donut shaped scanner, you always hate these things. As it starts swirling around your head in circles, you try to ignore the whirring sound, the overwhelming fear, what could be wrong, what could it mean-

“Don’t panic, it’s fine. Just checking okay?” Satoru’s voice interrupts your thoughts over the speaker now. Your nails are digging into your palm, a little sheen of moisture on your eyes that you suck up.

“Yeah.” Is all you manage, then it’s quiet as Satoru finishes the scan, as you’re eased out, he’s right there, unhooking you from the IV carefully, holding your arm and pressing a white square cotton to where he’d poked.

“You bleed a lot. Anemic?” He asks, and you should be surprised he knows, but he knows everything it seems.

“Just a bit, yes. I know, I should take my iron.”

“Mmm, anemia is pretty common in women, especially since I think all I see you eat is coffee. Maybe eat more? And add some protein?” He teases.

“I eat! But I’ll add some. Thank you, Dr. Gojo.” You take his hand to help you out of the little bed then, ignoring as much as you can how good his hands feel when he steadies you by your waist, warm and pressing against your skin. Your heart races as you look up at him. “Did you see anything interesting?”

His lips tense a bit, more serious now. “I saw a little interesting spot right there, but I wanna look at it more. I’ll call you to go over it in a few?”

“Sounds good, thank you.” You manage, you don’t know how much he’s hiding or what he’s found.

“Don’t stress, intern, I will tell you if it is, yeah?” You exhale, nodding, leaning up a bit, lashes lowered as you take in those perfect lips.

“If I’m gonna die-”

“Shut it. Now get to those rounds.” He whispers, breath so close you can taste it, minty always with the mints and gum he constantly chews.

“Got it Doc.” He snorts at you, fingers brushing your jaw line, as you contemplate his jaw line, so much more defined, his face is so chiseled… his body…

Fuck.

You clear your throat, smiling. “That’s much better. I’ll talk to you soon, don’t stress about it okay?”

Sure you won’t.

*****

“Maki, what if I die before interning is over?” You grumble next to your best friend as you all make the rounds, Maki snorts now.

“Gonna die of no Dr. Gojo dick?”

“Bitch shush!” She snorts as you look around wildly.

“No bitch, you shush. Why do you think you’re dying? I mean… we all are, but why so soon? You can’t die, I need to live with you.”

“You can have the house.”

“I still want you around!” You both pause in front of the patient’s door now, sighing and looking at each other. “Is something actually wrong?”

“I’m just panicking. I have some bad headaches… and did a CT.” You murmur, she frowns then, emerald eyes studying you seriously behind her black frames.

“Everything okay?” She asks, a little softer.

“I’m sure it is, I just panic when I don’t know the answers to things. Fuck… I could use some lorazepam in the arm.” You joke, she giggles with you.

“We all could, that’s for sure. Oh fuck… look.”

You take the chart from Maki then, raising your brows as you look at the patient’s records. “They’re blue?”

You both look at each other then eagerly pace to the room, where indeed there’s a young man, and he is in fact blue. He smiles a bit at you both, waving his silvery blue tinted fingers. “Hello ladies.”

“Hello.” You both say, looking at each other, then back at him. He laughs now, sighing.

“I know, I look like Papa Smurf.”

“No!” You say.

“Yes!” Maki says, and then the three of you burst out in laughter.

“At least you’re honest.” He muses, and the both of you approach him now, you take his hand and turn it over, seeing the palms were more of a typical color.

“When did this start happening?” You ask softly, Maki is checking his vitals, not hiding her curiosity.

“I’ve been blue for… probably a month. I’ve just hidden in my house.” You put aside the medical curiosity then, you feel the pain hidden in his voice. “Didn’t wanna scare the masses.”

“Anything in particular you consume? Colloidal Silver can cause this.” You say softly, he shakes his head then.

“I don’t think so? I’d know if I took silver, right?”

“Yes, it’s a supplement. Hmm… and anyone else in the family ever…”

“Turn blue?” He finishes. You nod. “No. Not that I know of?”

Maki and you look at each other, and you can almost hear the wheels turning in her head. You’re thinking it too, but it’s so rare and so weird.

“Methemoglobinemia?” She murmurs, and you tilt your head, sighing.

“I mean it’s possible, but that’s genetic, he’d have been blue. But let’s check for that and any potential exposures to chemicals that could cause this. It’s definitely not a typical case of methemoglobinemia, but we have to rule it out. Don’t worry, we’ll get you all figured out…” You check his name. “Muta, yeah?”

“Yeah. You mean I may not be blue anymore?”

“We’ll figure out what’s going on, I promise.” The door opens then, and Miwa comes in, gasping a bit, before smiling. Muta lights up when he sees her, his eyes glinting, you see it then, he has a crush.

“Your hair is the color of my skin, we’re meant to be.” Muta teases, Miwa laughs softly, coming in then as you two fill her in.

“Got it ladies, I’ll get these labs going.”

“Thanks Miwa.” You say, patting Muta’s shoulder. “We’ll get you back to normal, I promise.”

“Thank you, Doctor. And Doctor Maki.” She gives him a thumbs up, and you both walk out now, as the fluorescent lights make your headache worse. You wince now, rubbing your head again.

“Take a break babe, it’s okay. He’s not dying, he's just blue.” She says, as you are shaking your sore head now. Your phone goes off and you see it’s a text from your ex, you roll your eyes. “The ex?”

“Of course it is. Begging to see me over and over. I’m dreading the moment he comes to the house.”

“Shit, he’s really missing that coochie-”

“Maki!”

“It has cobwebs now.”

“You bitch!” You shove at her now, as Yuta and Toge walk up, both laughing at the two of you. Toge tilts his head when you rub your temples again.

“Hurt?” He asks quietly, you nod, sighing when his hand is on your forehead, you moan just slightly at how cool it feels.

“Feels so good.” You take his hand, pressing more, then feel him tense. You look up to see he’s bright red, and then he runs away. Your brows go together, as you blink in confusion, and Yuta covers his face, shaking his head.

“And you tease him! To torture him!” Yuta says, you glare then.

“What now!? His hand felt cool.” You grimace, leaning against the gray counter of the reception, as everyone flits back and forth by you.

“Hey you alright?” Yuta asks softer now, brushing back your hair.

“She’s got a nasty migraine again.” Maki murmurs, then comes with a little paper cup of water. “Drink babe.”

“Thank you.” You sip the cold water now, feeling it chill your lips and teeth. “Did I really upset Toge again?”

“He’s just in love with you, now you touched him. He’s going to be infatuated for days. I’ll have to hear.” Yuta winces now, you laugh, sucking in a breath as it starts to ache worse.

“He barely talks, how do you know?”

“It’s obvious. But you’re too into white haired doctors.” Maki whispers, earning a smack on her hand when she touches your forehead. “Hmm, no fever.”

Your phone goes off again, and thankfully it’s Gojo and not your annoying ass ex, you don’t need more of a headache. “Oh, he has results. I should go… can you-”

“We’ve got it, go.” Maki murmurs. You smile thankfully, heading towards Satoru’s office now. You knock carefully.

“Come on in.” You shut the door behind you, and Satoru smiles easily, calming your nerves somewhat.

“Come check out your brain, it’s pretty cool.” You laugh softly, and come to where he’s sitting, leaning over to peer at your brain on his laptop now. “So this… is what I think is causing your headaches.”

You look then to a little mass, panicking, damn near falling back, so much he has to catch you with his big hands. “A tumor!?”

“Calm down, no. Shh.” Satoru sits you right on his thigh then, brushing a hand down your back, tilting your chin to look at him. “I wouldn’t casually say ‘you have a tumor’ like that. Breathe.”

“Shit.” You take several breaths, leaning your head back, trying to compose yourself. “So what is that then?”

“Kind of a tumor?”

“Dr. Gojo!”

“I’ll explain if you calm down.” He presses his hands on your waist gently, pointing back to the screen. “So it’s something called a false tumor, it’s typically from head contusions. Bash your head on anything a couple years back?”

You steady your breathing now, trying to focus. “Shit, yeah I did. I was getting some things from the attic and had a whole bunch of old dvd players whack me in the head.”

“Ancient ass.” He teases.

“Hey I have VCRs up there too!”

“Fuck you’re old.”

“You’re old!” He’s chuckling now, and you can’t help but laugh softly. “You’re doing it again, cheering me up.”

“Yeah, and it worked.” He taps your nose, watching it scrunch, little crinkles on the sides of his own brilliant blue eyes as he smiles. You realize then, you don’t want to get off his lap, fuck you wanna stay here. You feel good here. His arm casually wrapped around you, and suddenly you realize your warmth on his thigh, gulping now. Did he notice!?

He notices everything.

“I should…” You go to stand, and he presses you back down, firm thigh between your thighs, pressing up where it shouldn’t through the thin fabric of your scrubs.

“You should stay, let me explain what it is. Yeah?” You nod a bit, realizing that for just a bit you couldn’t think about your head hurting, even as you all are staring right at a scan of your brain. Satoru uses one of his long fingers to point at the spot, where you see it raised up. “A false tumor.”

“False tumors, I haven’t heard much about them.”

“It’s essentially intercranial hypertension, which translates to your brain is stressy-stressy.” You snort in laughter then, and his hand far too casually brushes down the outside of your thigh as he leans forward, pressed so close against you.

“My brain is in fact stressy.”

“See! I’m so smart, admit it.” He grins deviously, you snort in laughter at him, shaking your head.

“A little bit.” You gesture, squishing just a bit of space between your finger and your thumb now.

“I’ll take it. So there’s no sense removing it, seeing as that’s just opening a can of worms. A spinal tap would help relieve the pressure.”

“Spinal tap, yuck.” He rolls his eyes.

“You’re a big baby.”

“Am not. But yuck. Anything else? Lots of tylenol?” You find yourself turning now, he’s pulled you further on his lap, it shouldn’t feel this easy, this normal. Why does your head hurting not even matter now that you’re so close to him, now that you inhale his cologne, feel his touch.

“That sounds like liver problems waiting.”

“Well my wine at night does that.” You say with a smile.

“A little wine is good for you. Blood flow.” Satoru murmurs, gently running his fingertips up and down your arms now, you tremble just a bit at it, at how good it feels, a network of goosebumps left in his wake. His blue eyes darken just a bit as he watches them form, and suddenly it’s very quiet.

“Blood flow is good.” You say softly, to fill the silence, where all you hear is the pounding in your ears. “So any option three?”

“I can inject you with something to help the pain, but you really can’t put off the tap too long. When do you actually get a break?”

“Um…” You try to focus. “I get Thanksgiving weekend off?”

“Okay we’ll do it around then.”

“You can’t just come do a tap on a holiday!”

“Sure I can, I’ll be here a couple hours anyway. But you’ll have to lie still for some time, so I just wanna make sure you have a day off.”

“Alright, the injections till then?”

“Mmhmm.” He’s closing the laptop now, and you hear your heartbeat just racing, blood pumping in your ears, Satoru raises a thin white brow. “Are you alright?”

“It’s odd, the headache is gone when you… touch me. That sounds stupid, ugh.” You stand now, covering your face with a sigh. Satoru turns you so you’re right between his long legs now, hands firm on the curve of your hips.

“It doesn’t sound stupid. You’re getting endorphins from this.” He whispers now, so pretty this close he makes you ache, Maki is right maybe you do have cobwebs there, and his touch ignites your body. Like you’re on fire, especially when he cups your face.

“Satoru, what are we doing?” You whisper, he sighs, thumb brushing across your lower lip.

“Feeling things. You think too much. So dramatic, a fake tumor and alll.”

“Jerk!” You shove at him, unable to stop the grin from forming, craving his touch, more and more, when he pulls you flush against him you melt, hands bracing on his chest now, feeling the strong muscles flex under your touch.

“We should touch more if it helps your head.” His lips are right there, your noses touching as you hover, his snowy lashes lowering over dilated eyes, hands slipping up your back, one big one splaying the expanse of it. You press even closer, feeling the heat in your tummy building. Fuck would it hurt to just-

Suddenly both of your pagers go off. “Shit, code blue.”

“Shit.” Satoru and you both jump up now, rushing out into the busy hallway, you both round the corner, the chaos of the ER coming into view. Nurses and doctors moved with a choreographed precision, each step calculated and deliberate, as one of your patients from this week is in cardiac arrest.

“Shit shit shit.” You mutter under your breath, you rush in to see one of your elderly patients this morning now flat lining. You quickly begin compressions, pressing over and over as Satoru runs in, looking at the clipboard, studying you. “We need epi!” You say to the nurse, and Satoru stops her. “Satoru!”

“DNR, intern.” He turns the paper and shows you, the giant three letters, you gasp then, looking down at the lady you are working on.

“She has kids, she has-”

“She has a choice. Off now.”

You release her now, feeling tears flow as you watch the monitor completely flatline now, you remember her kids were literally just here, with her grandkids. She was laughing, smiling. You almost thought she was doing better…

“Intern, call time of death.” Satoru says.

You scowl at him through your tears, even if you know he’s right, and he sets his lips in a firm line. You see Maki, Yuta and Toge right outside the room, their eyes looking at you with concern, with worry. “Time of death is five- fifty- one PM.”

The nurse nods and writes it down, and you carefully cover the patient with one of the thin hospital sheets. “You can’t save everyone, you know.”

“I know, I know.” You choke up then, that headache right back, making you feel sick. “But to not save someone I could?”

“Her choice was to go. She’s been in pain a long time.” Satoru says, coming to stand next to you now, you feel bile rise in your throat.

“She seemed so happy today, so energetic even!?”

“Sometimes you get that burst of energy at the end. Maybe it’s… a bigger plan out there, to give your family something of what you used to be at the end.” You look at him through watery eyes, just exhausted.

Finger surgery.

A blue man.

Your own CT scan.

Some false tumor?

Now a death.

You want to go home. You want to lay in bed, curled in a ball in the dark, where maybe your head won’t pound. You want to throw up. You want to sleep for fucking days, trying to just not think. You want to just…

“Martha, her name was Martha.” You say now, and Satoru nods, a hand on your shoulder.

“Her name was Martha. Do you want me to tell the family?”

“No, she’s my patient. I will.” He nods then, eyes following you as you stiffly walk out, Maki, Yuta and Toge all come to you, but you hold a hand up. You’re barely keeping it together as it is, if one of them hugs you, you know you’ll fall apart. “I’m fine you all, promise.”

As you tell the family she passed, instead of the typical extreme upset, they almost seem a bit relieved, upset but relieved. “She was in so much pain, I think now… she’s free of it. Do you?” Martha’s son asks, and you struggle to hold you composure, feeling your stomach want to retch it’s contents, which were literally just coffee and a fucking croissant from this morning.

“She’s not in pain anymore.” You agree softly, and Martha’s granddaughter, about your age comes next to her dad now, looking at him, then you.

“Did she seem peaceful?” She asks softly, you nod then, giving a touch of comfort to her shoulder.

“She did, she seemed so happy to have been with you all I think. You may see her if you wish to.”

“We would like that. Thank you.” After they walk out you watch them pass by Satoru, who has his eyes on you.

You can’t let him see you so weak! You shouldn’t be so weak, you’re a doctor, you see death every single day. You rush into the locker room, thankfully finding it empty, before heading to the bathroom, leaning in and emptying the contents of your stomach, retching everything out. You get so weak as you do, dry heaving then as you feel yourself falling apart.

You’re sobbing over the toilet, flushing it, when you hear the door open and close, and suddenly you feel hands on your back. You shake your head, taking several breaths. “Go away, it’s gross.”

“You just cleaned out fingers that were cut off.” Satoru says softly, you laugh then, in between tears, as he holds your hair back for you. “Aw it’s like we’re besties, just having drinks you know.”

“Oh stop it. I’d kiss you if I didn’t just puke.”

“Please don’t, I don’t like you that much.” You laugh once more, before bursting into tears, and Satoru holds you, brushing your hair gently as you cling to him. “It’s normal to break down, surprised it took you so long. Been months.”

“I want to keep it together. I want to so badly.” You’re soaking his light purple scrub top, you see the blotches of tears forming as you cry more, letting him hold you. “Why are you so…”

“So handsome? So smart?”

“So comfy.”

“Huh, didn’t expect that one. Calling me fat, brat?” You giggle again, looking up at him now, his pretty face swims with how many tears you have.

“Not at all, no body fat on you. Just… comfortable I guess.” Your hand rests right over his heart, feeling it steady under you, trying to make your heart match, to slow your breathing down. Maki walks in then, kneeling quickly, brushing your hair back.

“Baby, you okay?” She asks softly, and you manage a weak little nod, as she kisses your head. “You’ve had a long day.”

“We all do, I shouldn’t act like this.”

“Babe we all puked at some point. Yuta was the first day.”

“He’s got a weak stomach, that one.” Satoru says, then looks at you and Maki with a little smile. “Maki, stay with her for a bit, I’ll get her some zofran, and I’ll get you something for the headache, yeah?”

You nod weakly, holding his hand then. “Thank you.” You say, he runs a thumb over your knuckles and just stands then, heading out. Maki cups your face carefully, studying you.

“You okay? Seriously.”

“I have some… fake tumor thing.” She gasps. “No, no, it’s fake. I don’t know… Satoru said maybe a spinal tap?”

“Satoru huh. Chummy.” You roll your eyes, sniffling as she helps you up. “Let’s brush your teeth, you don’t wanna kiss your doctor like this.”

“Maki, I can't kiss him. I can’t be with him.” You choke up once more.

“Just stay careful and sure you can. Do you think he’s serious though, or is it one of his… what do you call them?”

“Hojo moments.” You brush your teeth in the sink, grimacing at your appearance, you have mascara streaked under the dark circles of your eyes.

“Hojo moments… well about Miwa, seems like her and Papa Smurf are actually hitting it off. He’s hot now that his blue is fading.”

You perk up now, brows raising. “The blue is fading!?”

“Mmhmm, your first guess of methemoglobinemia was correct. Does that make you feel better maybe?” Maki’s eyes are concerned, you nod then, making her smile return just a bit. “Knew it, Miss know it all.”

“That’s you!” You spit out toothpaste, rinsing your mouth out now, as both of you laugh. The alarm goes off, your shift is done. “How’d it not present itself for so long I wonder?”

“I’m wondering the same thing. Already started the Methylene blue and Insane doses of Vitamin C. It’ll take a bit but he’ll be normal soon.” You wash up your face now, dabbing the bits of mascara off.

“One good thing today.”

“Two good things.” Satoru says, as you and Maki head to the locker room. “The finger surgery seems successful so far, we’ll keep him and monitor, but he could feel them.” You grin at that, at least something was going good today, aside from the ever more comfortable presence of Doctor Gojo.

“That is good news!”

“Now have a seat, let me make you feel good.” He teases with a grin, Maki snorts then, heading to her locker.

“Let me get out of here first, god.” You stick your tongue out, as Maki is sliding off her scrub top.

“I should get out of these real quick too if that’s okay? Before you poke me.” You say, he nods then, setting down the two vials.

“Let’s all get naked then, ladies.”

“Oh jesus.” Maki is dressed quickly, sliding her jacket on while Satoru is undressing, she sees him shirtless then and gives you an audacious wink, earning another eye roll from you. “Is she good to drive Dr. Hunk?”

“She’ll be fine from it, don’t worry. If not, I'll take her home. Having a drink after work anyway.” Maki pats your head once more, kissing your forehead then.

“See you home then. Night Dr. Hunk.” Satoru is giving some smoldering look that makes you and Maki both almost pee your pants, as she leaves you both alone now. Satoru has slid into a soft long sleeve black shirt and dark jeans, as you’ve gotten into your own clothes, you keep your jacket off, sitting on the bench and holding your arm out now.

“It needs to get injected in your ass.” He says then, and you gasp, making him grin wide.

“No way!”

“Yes way. Not the zofran, that’s just a little pill. Open up, pretty.” You open your mouth now, and he places the little pill under your tongue, gently closing your mouth with his fingers pressing your chin up.

“Fuck I hope it works quick.” You sigh as it dissolves, Satoru nods and tears open the package now, grinning like a devious ass devil. “You really gotta do this in my ass cheek!?”

“I really do. I’ll be completely professional, no worries.”

“Uh-huh sure. Well… alright then.” You turn now, unzipping your jeans and pulling them down, revealing your ass cheeks and your panties. He whistles, a hand coming to trace the bottom of them now, making your tummy clench with desire from just that. “So professional.”

“I need the panties off.”

“You do not. Dr. Pervert.”

“I’m Dr. Hojo and Dr. Pervert now?”

“Mmhmm. Fine, you little shit.” You slide down your panties completely, and his breath catches as he sees you, suddenly he’s quiet, then he’s bending down to sit on the bench, turning your now bare ass to him.

“You hiding that ass in your scrubs is such a crime.” You shake your head, ignoring how good his touch feels, even as he’s dabbing an alcohol pad on it, his breath against your skin does insane things, you have trouble forming a word.

“Your flattery works on those girls because you’re hot, not because you have any rizz, you’re so rizzless.”

“Rizzless my ass.”

“Ow!” Satoru has jabbed the shot in your ass cheek then, it stings and burns, you cry out, nearly jerking, so he holds you still with a hand on your hip. “You jabbed it hard on purpose!”

“Aw, need me to take it easy when I stick it in, baby?”

“Oh fuck off! Oh… I… mmm…” Suddenly the headache you’ve had all damn day is easing, you sigh now, feeling so blissful you can ignore the fact that your ass stings. You ease your panties up now, then your jeans, sighing as you turn to him, they’re still unbuttoned and unzipped, his eyes are locked right on you. “That felt so good, thank you Satoru.”

“You’re welcome, intern.” He murmurs, softly, watching you zip up your jeans and button them. “You’ll still need the tap, it’ll help for months.”

“I will. Thank you for everything today, really.” You cup his face now, before thinking better of it, pressing your lips against his softly. “A thank you kiss.”

“Can I get a thank you hand job? I’m having an issue.” You shake your head with a laugh, running your fingers through his soft hair.

“Absolutely not. But you can buy me a drink.” You grab your jacket and slide it on, and he eagerly hops up.

“Yeah?” His blue eyes light up, melting you further.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you there, Dr. Pervert.” You grab your keys, but Gojo passes you quickly as you all walk out, opening your door before he runs off to the car, making you giddier than you’d admit.

*****

“You’re drinking the fruitiest drink they make.” You say later on, as you both are sitting at the bar, and the bartender hands you a cosmopolitan cocktail, and hands Satoru a Sex on the Beach.

“Lemme enjoy my sex mmkay?” You go to pay and he stops you. “Put it on my tab please, and a tip for now.” Satoru hands the bartender cash, he smiles at the two of you.

“Anything you all want, fruitier even.” You both laugh now, and Satoru and you go find a little table on the side of the bar towards the window, you sit and sip on your drink as your phone buzzes away. You swipe it off.

“Annoying ex?” Satoru asks, leaning back as he looks at you.

“He’s so annoying. It’s been months of me ignoring him, you would think he’d get the hint.”

“And you don’t date now?”

“Um… it’s hard to think about dating with our hours, you know?” He nods then, pouty lips encircling a straw as he sucks up more of his drink, and you wonder at how Satoru makes everything look sexy. “Do you date?”

He flicks his gaze up and down your body slowly, leisurely, as if he’s caressing you with his look. “Are you asking me out, intern?”

“Oh whatever, you asked me!”

“I don’t date right now, no, but I guess I have different reasons.” He murmurs, looking off to the window for a moment.

“Would you date? No, I'm not asking you out.” You say, studying him as he licks his lower lip, drawing your attention further to things you shouldn’t.

“I would, I’m not against it, I guess no one has sparked my interest enough. I mean aside from physically.”

“Any crazy exes?”

“I have an evil ex, actually. She’s scary.” He shivers now, you tilt your head curiously, sipping your own drink, feeling the warmth flow through you.

“Is she now? Like mean?”

“She’s mean alright. We just didn’t work out, our parents pushed us to get married too young, prominent families this and that. But we never even liked each other, she was pretty happy to divorce me. And I was too.” You digest the information slowly, mouth opening just slightly. “Yeah, I was married.”

“I didn’t expect that. You seemed like a bachelor, I guess.”

“I am about to be thirty four, you think I was single this long? Nah, I’m too handsome, baby.”

“Not your baby.” You kick at his feet, but he just grips your thigh now, burning over the layer of denim, and you wish it were on your skin instead.

“Not yet. You’re in love with me already, you just don’t know.”

“Oh am I?” He’s leaning closer across from you, blue eyes glittering in the dim lights of the busy bar.

“Mhm, you are. It’s okay, everyone falls in love with me.”

“You’re so loveable, so humble.”

“I know I am… hey.” You giggle now, smacking his hand off, finishing your little martini off and exhaling.

“I needed this, ugh… thank you Satoru.” He smiles a bit, finishing his as well now. “Your wife was… well, you’re not a guy you leave.”

Shit, you said that.

You cover your face then at his look of surprise. “I’m sorry-”

“Why apologize for that? Sounded like a compliment. But she left for good reasons, we hated each other and were miserable. She still hates me still, but we’re more friendly now. Your boyfriend, did he leave you?”

“No, I left him. He was too controlling and I just… wasn’t feeling it. It sounds so silly compared to an entire marriage.”

“Nah, not at all.”

“I also just put med school first, I really did. I don’t think I gave him the attention he needed. So it’s on me a bit.”

“That’s mature as fuck.” You shrug a bit.

“Well, we had a drink, hmm?”

“Let’s have two?” You sigh, leaning forward on the table, elbow propped up, chin in your hand as you study the handsome man across from you.

“Two sounds like my resolve slips.” You say softly, Satoru leans forward as well, brushing your hair behind your ear, every touch and look making you weaker and weaker for him.

“Would that be so bad, intern? To let go.” You exhale now, leaning into the caress, lashes fluttering shut and casting shadows on your cheeks as he studies you for a moment.

“I have a feeling it would be hard to let you go.”

“Yeah, what if I bust quick? Have a small dick?” You burst into laughter now, and he pouts. “Maybe it is small, meanie.”

“That’s the other rumor, Gojo, that your dick is huge.” He blushes a bit, surprising you. “Oh you didn’t know that one! Shit.”

“I mean I’m not complaining but god, girls are gossipy.”

“Like you’re not!”

“Another drink?” He asks, standing up then, your gaze trails up his lithe, long body, as you feel the warmth spread through you.

“One more.” You agree, and he holds out his hand for you to stand, bringing you almost against him, knowing you’re teetering on the edge of a dangerous game, and when you both grab your next drink, Miwa walks in now, she pauses for a moment, before waving at the two of you and coming over.

“Dr. Gojo, I never see you at the spot.” She says, and for some reason you get nervous, looking down a bit.

“Yeah I decided she wouldn’t meet me for a date so I’d connive her into meeting me here at least.” He ruffles your hair and you huff, fixing it, ignoring the pounding in your heart at how good it felt to hear.

“A date?”

“Well, a pre date. Just a drink but she blew me off.”

“I really didn’t mean to. Um… is this weird or anything Miwa?” You ask nervously, she shakes her head with a little smile.

“Oh no, you’re fine. What you saw um… let’s just say I was having a bad day is all. We’re not together.”

“Heard you like Papa Smurf?” Gojo teases, she smacks at him then.

“He’s sweet. And less blue. Oh, my friends are here! See you two later.” She says, you watch her curiously, and Satoru is smirking down at you.

“Not everyone has to be dating or have feelings. You’re like some eighteen-hundreds Victorian lady.”

“Am not!” You’re laughing again as you all sip another drink, sitting side by side now, your phone goes off again now and you roll your eyes.

“Send him a pic of us together.”

“Shit that’s mean.”

“He’s a dick though? Yeah?”

“You tell me.” You lean close now, showing him the endless texts. Satoru whistles as he reads them, scrolling up.

“Shit, gaslight much?”

“The king. Fuck you smell good.” Your alcohol is clearly hitting, Satoru chuckles once more, hand stroking up and down your spine carefully.

“You smell good, sweet like lavender.” He speaks right against your ear, tickling it as he inhales now, sighing. “I noticed you switched shampoo back.”

“Hush, it wasn't because of you.”

“Of course not.”

You have the most fun you can remember, fuck when don’t you enjoy Satoru Gojo? When he’s walking you over to your truck, and the music is just a low hum now, though you feel it pulsing through your body, Satoru’s pressing your back against the car door, hands on either side of the top of your car, hard body so good against you. You bite your lower lip, hands sliding down his jacket.

“You want me so bad, you love to fight it. Why?” Satoru says softly, cupping your face with one hand now, leaning low.

“I don’t wanna be a notch in Dr. Hojo’s bed post.” You say softly. “I’m not judging, but I don’t wanna be just that to someone. I totally was going to at the party, ugh, but it’s not me. So, I fight it.”

“I have a feeling if I got you, I wouldn’t want more notches.” His thumb strokes your lip side to side, eliciting a little cry from the back of your throat that you can’t quite stop before it comes out.

“You think so, hmm?”

“Judging by your hot, sweet little pussy, yes.” Your cunt throbs around goddamn nothing, reacting to his words, to him pressing you further against your big old SUV, the cool metal against your back. “Those sounds you make…”

“Fuck… kiss me.”

“You’re demanding. And confusing, you know that?” His soft words are right against your lips, you cry out then, pulling him down as you tiptoe, kissing him over and over, mouth moving over his, his tongue slipped in between your lips. Your tongue slips around his, dancing then, as his big hands grip your waist.

Your hands slide up his chest, entwining around his neck, breasts pressing against his hard abdomen, nipples growing tight as desire fills you more and more. He grabs one of them now, thumb brushing over a peak, eliciting a whimper, your head falling back now, neck begging for his kisses. Satoru’s kissing your neck and grabbing your breast right in front of a damn bar.

It’s insane.

It’s stupid.

Right?

“Fuck I want to feel you again.” His husky voice melts you now, you’re now whining for more and more, pathetic for him, were you worried too much, could you just do this, just have sex? Did there have to be such complicated shit you always put on yourself? “You’re thinking too much.”

“How do you know?” Your words are against his ear now, as you flick your tongue on the earlobe, nipping just a bit.

“I just know, and you need to just feel.” He’s sliding his hand under your shirt, across your tummy, making it tremble under his touch, goosebumps rising. “How’s it feeling, pretty?”

“Feels… fucking good.” He chuckles deeply, as you breathlessly laugh, kissing him over and over. “But I usually need things to mean something. I know I’m lame.”

“That’s not lame.” He cups your face with both hands now, blue eyes boring into yours, the soft glow of the street lights ensconcing him, making him look even more handsome somehow. Even prettier. “It means something when I’m kissing you.”

You feel everything react to him, to his words. “It does?” He nods then, nuzzling your noses together, and his phone goes off, he sighs, scowling at it now.

“The ex?”

“Nah, parents. Worse. Say… you wanna pretend we date so I can bring a girl home for Thanksgiving?”

“What now?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah… they really want me to bring a girl home. You’re perfect too, they’d fucking love if I brought a top notch Kyoto Med school grad?”

“Oh gosh… I mean, I have no plans?”

“Perfect. It will make my mom so damn happy, she’ll love you. Aw we’re moving so fast you know.” He’s grinning wolfishly, eyes glinting down at you.

You love the idea far, far too much. “Alright, a good spinal tap and then I’m a whole Thanksgiving date.”

“Works perfectly for me. Good night, intern.” Satoru kisses you one more time, leaving you breathless.

“Good night, Dr. Gojo.” You slide into your car, covering your face and squealing then, yes you’re squealing like you’re fifteen again, not a twenty six year old doctor. “His kisses…” You squeal again, overheated as you go to start your car with a roar then, hating that you’re like some lovesick teenager.

Then you see him.

Satoru Gojo grinning as he watches you through your window. You gasp, sputtering, limbs flailing as you scream out, rolling down the window then, glaring right at him. “What the fuck!”

“Aw, you do love me. Already. So easy, intern.” Satoru teases, leaning in then, far too close.

“Whatever! Good night Dr. Gojo.”

“You-”

“Bye!” You leave then, catching his reflection in your rearview, stupid giddy grin on your damn face.

Shit this is gonna be messy.

So a LOT in this, I really want to explain how it would be to have SO much going on during a typical day, I hope it doesn't overwhelm her and Dr. Hojo's connection. We will be learning a lot more about Reader's ex and Satoru's ex soon <3

A/N: Totally added my own prob as a medical thing lol ( false brain tumor) they're rare and interesting. I love you all and can't wait to hear your thoughts!!!

Part Four

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Five: My Whole World Came Alive

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 2.9k

Chapter Warnings: Mature, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling and pining for each other, and finally some progress. Tommy keeps it real. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad. Emily is modeled after my sister and JB is based on my dad, who used to try setting me up with his younger work buddies when I was in my 20s :)

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Chapter Four | Main Masterlist

Sitting in Phil’s Icehouse with juicy burgers and drinks – you insisted Joel try a mimosa – conversation flowed between the two of you. Joel found his lips twitching into a smile at nearly every word that came out of your mouth. He was fascinated with the stories you shared of your college years, and he listened, completely enraptured, to your plans for the future. Every bit of your lunch together felt like a date. He wondered if you felt the same, yet he couldn’t find the courage to ask outright.

“Yeah, so, I have a meeting at Sarah’s school this week for a possible position. Remember that interview I mentioned a few weeks back? It went really well and now they want me to meet with the teacher who’s retiring and the principal,” you explained, sipping at your mimosa. “I’m pretty excited.”

Joel’s eyes lit up. He’d forgotten that you were looking at a position at Sarah’s school. “Wow, that’s great, darlin’. This would be for a science teacher position, right?”

“Yep. Middle grade science.” The beaming smile you flashed him nearly blinded Joel. “Wanna know the best part? If I get this job, I’ll have the same hours as Sarah, give or take a bit, so I can continue with the school drop-off and pickup for you. She might have to stay later with me somedays, but it’ll still work.”

Nodding, Joel’s mind was flashing lightyears forward, picturing you calling his house home and taking Sarah to school with you, coming home to have dinner together, watching TV in the evenings. Heart thudding in his chest at just the thought of you living together, Joel shook himself. He had to slow his mind down, put the brakes on those kinds of thoughts until after you were actually dating him, at least.

“You could be Sarah’s science teacher in a few years, huh?” Joel asked, focusing once again on listening to you instead of drifting off into daydreams.

“Could be, yeah,” you laughed. “I imagine she’d be my favorite student.”

He beamed at that. Conversation shifted to other things and soon your meals were finished.

“We should do this again,” you said, glassy eyes meeting his across the table, lips curved in a gentle smile. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, Joel.”

Fighting the urge to grab your hand and entangle your fingers, Joel smiled back. “Yeah, me too.” He wanted to kick himself for not saying more, for not asking you out for a real date. He just couldn’t find his words.

How was it that you made him so nervous?

Joel spent the next week in some kind of weird liminal space between a dream and reality, between agonizing confusion and utter happiness. Lunch with you on Sunday felt like a date – he asked you with the intention of it being a date, even if you didn’t know that yet. He spent the week thinking about that lunch, how you teased each other, laughed, shared stories of your past. How your gazes locked for longer than necessary, touches lingered, the smiles never fell from your faces.

It was wonderful, yet nothing was said of what it all meant – which was his fault, probably. Hence the roller coaster of feelings throughout the week.

He could tell you felt it, too. Doing as Tommy suggested, he started paying close attention to how you acted around him, how you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all starting to come together. He could finally see what Tommy was talking about.

You liked him. You really liked him, Joel Miller, overworked single father.

It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that someone liked him. It’d been way too long since he felt that way, that spark of hope for something more.

For the first time in a long time, he slept well the night before and woke early, eager to face the day and see you before heading off to work. He was already out front, filling a birdfeeder Sarah asked for, when you arrived.

“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he greeted, pulling the car door open for you once you parked in the driveway. His heart skipped a beat at the way you smiled up at him, taking his hand to help you out of the car. Your touch electric on his roughened palm.

“Hiya, Joel.” Your voice washed over him, warm as honey and twice as sweet. “Whatcha doing out here?’

Gesturing to the red barn-style feeder Sarah picked, he finished filling it with the wild bird seed the clerk insisted birds loved. “Just fillin’ our new birdfeeder.”

“Oh, what a cute feeder!” You admired the intricate features as it hung from the post Joel installed. “Sarah has been talking nonstop about birds this week. Hopefully we’ll see some good ones.”

“Hope so,” Joel hummed in return. “Don’t know much about birds personally, but I’m sure Sarah’ll teach me.” Your smile brightened at his sheepish grin.

“I have a bird guide I could give her to help identify all the different types that visit the feeder.” Your face lit up with excitement. “I even have binoculars from when I took an ornithology class in undergrad. I’ll bring them when I pick up Sarah this afternoon.”

“Orna what now?” Joel questioned. He had no idea what kind of class you were talking about, but he loved how smart you were.

“Ornithology,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable with a soft giggle. “It’s the study of birds. It was a really cool class. We had field trips around campus once a week to go bird watching. I got pretty good at naming the different species that we saw, but it’s been a while.”

In awe of you, Joel’s eyes crinkled with the strength of his grin. “Would you, uh, maybe want to go on an adventure with us tomorrow?” he asked, stumbling a bit over his words, a nervous energy welling up in his gut as he once again sort of asked you out. “We could go for a hike in the county park, and you could teach us about birds.”

You gazed at him, lips pursed in thought, for long enough that Joel began to fidget, brimming with recurring doubt. Did he misinterpret the signs after all? He wouldn’t be surprised. He wasn’t any good at this stuff anymore. You responded before he could spiral back into the land of self-doubt. “That sounds great, Joel. I’d love to.”

A visceral relief washed through him. “It’s a date then,” he said, his voice deep and rough while his dark chocolate eyes locked with yours. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as your eyebrows rose in surprise. Too quickly, doubt clouded your pretty eyes, and you laughed it off like he was teasing you. Joel sighed. He would be more direct next time. He’d get the hang of asking a woman on a date again someday. Hopefully.

“We’ll have to go early, is that okay? Birds are more active in the early morning hours,” you explained, heading for the door to find Sarah.

“That’s fine. We’ll make a day of it, grab lunch somewhere when we’re done.” Joel followed you into the house, already plotting out conversations in his head on how to properly ask you on a date.

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Joel and before he knew it, the job was finished, and it was only mid-afternoon when he arrived home. You pulled into the driveway with Sarah shortly after him and he came down from taking a shower to find the pair of you on the living room floor playing a racing video game.

“Hi Daddy!” Sarah exclaimed as he kissed the top of her head and took a seat on the couch. It didn’t take long before Sarah asked him to play as well and the three of you were taking turns racing against each other, laughing when one of you crashed.

There were moments, when your gaze would connect with Joel’s and he’d swear you shared the same thought – this was how it could be if you were together, a family.

“Do you want to stay for pizza? Tommy and your dad are coming over,” Joel asked when Sarah’s attention focused elsewhere.

“We have an early morning ahead of us, Miller. Don’t be up late partying with the guys,” you replied with a smile that reached your twinkling eyes. “I’ll stay for a bit, but then I need to go dig out the old binoculars and get my beauty sleep.”

“You’re already beautiful,” he murmured, watching your eyes widen as you smile demurely.

“You say the sweetest things, Joel.” Your voice held a teasing tone that drove Joel nuts. How was he ever going to convince you that he was serious?

Shortly thereafter, Tommy arrived, pizza and beer in hand. “Come on, Millers! I come bearing gifts. JB here yet?”

“I’m right here, ya troglodyte,” your dad called from the front yard, stepping up the porch steps as Tommy whirled around.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

“A troglodyte. Learned it from Spud and thought it fitting since you don’t close doors behind you.” He winked at you as he teased the younger Miller brother. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he added, “Hey Spud, haven’t seen you in a bit. Must be working too hard. Miller! You workin’ my daughter too hard?”

Joel spluttered. He was too busy gazing at you to pay much attention to JB and feared he got busted. “I hardly think so,” he grumbled, fighting the blush he knew rose to his cheeks.

“Ah, in the same ol’ grumpy mood, I see. Maybe this’ll help.” Your dad placed a 12-pack of Joel’s favorite beer on the coffee table before taking a seat in the recliner he always chose at Joel’s place.

The five of you sat around the living room, eating pizza with beer for the men and sodas for you and Sarah. The conversation revolved mainly around construction work, and you ended up taking your leave before the sun dipped below the horizon. Your dad followed not long after, eager to relax in his own well-worn recliner.

“Alright, nugget. It’s time for bed. We have an early morning tomorrow,” Joel said, swinging the young girl over his shoulder much to her delight. “Say goodnight to Uncle Tommy.”

“G’night Uncle Tommy,” Sarah squealed as Joel tickled her sides.

“G’night nugget.”

Always a good kid, Sarah went right to bed after brushing her teeth, but not before pestering Joel about why they had to get up early on a Saturday. Pressing a loving kiss to her forehead, Joel tucked her in. “We’re going on a surprise adventure. Now, to sleep with you.”

Returning to the living room, Tommy handed him another beer as the brothers watched Sportscenter. “Have you made any progress yet?” Tommy asked.

Matching dark eyes met as Joel shrugged. He knew his brother was talking about you. “Some, I guess. Told ya I took her to lunch on Sunday and that felt a lot like a date. I asked her to go on a hike with me and Sarah tomorrow. I told her it was a date after she agreed, but she thought I was jokin’.” He paused, taking a long pull from the bottle of beer. “Then, this afternoon, I told her she was beautiful and again she thought I was teasing.”

Swirling the bottle of beer in his hand, Tommy shook his head and chuckled. “She’s givin’ you a run for your money, brother. Good on her.”

“Good on her,” Joel mocked, but his tone quickly turned to pleading. “I need more advice. Surely you got something up your sleeve for women like her.”

“Nah, brother. The only way to get someone like her is to be yourself and keep chipping away. It’s clear she has as much self-doubt as you do, so it’ll take her time to believe you’re for real.” Tommy eyed his brother a moment as he mulled over the situation. “Though, I will say this. You need to start bein’ direct – come right out and ask her on a date, for fuck’s sake. Enough hinting at shit. It’s clearly gettin’ you nowhere.”

You arrived on the Millers’ doorstep bright and early the next morning, two travel mugs of coffee and a container of chocolate milk in hand. A pair of binoculars and Sibley’s Guide to Birds were tucked away in the bag you wore over your shoulder.

“Wakey, wakey, Millers! The early bird gets the worm!”

Joel and Sarah were perched at the breakfast bar when you let yourself in, both looking half awake and less than enthusiastic about being up so early on a Saturday.

“Too damn cheerful for this early,” Joel grumbled half-heartedly. His pitiful smile looked more like a grimace, yet you found it adorable. It made you ache to run your fingers through his hair until you drew a real smile from his lips.

“Don’t gimme that. This was your idea, Joel Miller!” you sassed in return, patting his broad shoulders. “Let’s go!”

Herding cats, that was the perfect analogy to describe the next fifteen minutes as you tried to get the Millers moving and into Joel’s truck. Just when you’d get one heading for the door, the other would disappear. Finally, you managed to wrangle them both into the truck and you were well on your way to the preserve. The ride didn’t take long, Sarah peppering you with questions about birds she found in your guidebook as Joel drove. By the time Joel pulled into a parking spot at the entrance to the trails, everyone was wide awake and ready to hike.

The morning was crisp and refreshing as you zipped up your jacket and looked around. You’d never been to this preserve before and wanted to find a trail map, but the mini-Miller was too anxious to wait for that.

“I can hear the birds chirping already, Daddy! Come on!” Sarah exclaimed, charging toward the first trail excitedly.

Joel beamed as Sarah took off, turning to you before following her. “Ready?” He reached out a hand, palm up and fingers splayed, inviting you to grasp it.

Your eyes trailed from his outstretched hand to his heavy gaze, uncertain of what to make of the signals Joel gave off. The feelings you harbored for the man grew stronger each day, yet you couldn’t quite get a read on whether he shared even a fraction of those feelings. Somedays, you thought he did. Yet others, you figured he thought you had a crush on him and found amusing. Your heart sunk on those days, causing the doubt to linger every time he did something to make you think otherwise.

The moment carried on too long, you realized, as Joel’s warm eyes began to shutter, the tender smile starting to slip. Bolstering your nerves, you plunged ahead and grasped his large hand in yours, tangling your fingers with his thicker ones. His hand was warm, skin roughened from years of working with his hands, and it felt wonderful against your smoother skin.

Heat flashed up your chest and neck as Joel led you down the trail to catch up with Sarah. A broad smile never left your lips as you walked.

“I meant it, you know,” Joel’s deep, gruff voice rumbled from deep in his chest and you glanced up to meet his gaze. “What I said yesterday, about this being a date. If that’s something you’re interested in.”

Heart thumping wildly, your mouth opened and closed a few times before you found your words. “Are you sure? I mean, yes. Yes, I’m interested.” You winced at how flustered you sounded, tripping over your words. And, worse yet, why was your voice so squeaky?

“Never been surer in my life,” Joel confirmed, his gaze searing your skin as he watched you, taking in every minute change in expression. His hand squeezed yours gently, steadying the butterflies in your stomach.

“I would really like that,” you replied breathlessly, relieved to finally have confirmation that the moments between you and Joel weren’t all in your head. You were on Cloud 9 until reality smacked you in the face. “But what about my dad?”

Sarah popped around a copse of live oaks, startling you both from. “Come on, you slow pokes! The birdies aren’t gonna wait all day for us to find them!” Not trusting you both to follow her on your own, the little girl latched on to your hand and pulled you along the trail. “You need to help me find the birds,” Sarah reminded you.

Joel’s hand still clasped in yours, you dragged him behind you, grinning over your shoulder at him. “I’m liking this date already, Joel.”

He beamed back at you. The three of you walked in silence for a bit, listening to the sounds of nature around you. When you spotted a bird blind, you handed Sarah the binoculars and the guidebook, challenging her to identify as many birds as she could from that spot. Joel stood next to you, watching Sarah enjoy the activity.

“Let’s see where this goes first before we worry about your dad,” he murmured. “I’d like to take you on a few dates first, okay?”

It made sense and you nodded, pleased at the way things were working out. Your hand remained in Joel’s throughout the birding adventure and though Sarah never mentioned it, her smile grew wide at the sight.

tbc

p.s. we should start building up to the good stuff in the next chapter.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 187 & 188

Welcome to weeks 187 & 188

A/N: Another slow reading week due to me getting back into writing. I’m trying to finish up a Bucky series so thank you for understanding.

Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 25 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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For my Masterlist click HERE

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Unexpectedly in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Love or Curse - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Out - (Johnny S x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Changing Plans - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Call - @nekoannie-chan

Temptation - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @stargazingfangirl18

This Spells Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Built Differently - 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @rookthorne

Collared part 33 - @spnexploration

Collared part 34 - @spnexploration

Finding Home (1) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 3 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Reconnect - Where we left off - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Switched Sides part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Open Up - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

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Sweet names - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

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The Best Treatment - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

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shu-glue · 3 years ago

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Chapter 1: Suna Rintarou

Summary: Suna thinks he's going to have a good day today but then again, when has he ever had a good day?

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A/N: Welcome to the first chapter! This fic is gonna be a bit of a slowburn, so it’s gonna take some time for the main events to unfold. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Comments as well, they boost the motivation! Thanks and enjoy reading. ^^

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The sun is barely peeking out behind the mountains and buildings of Amagasaki, Hyogo. Few people are out and about; there were the people who woke up early to tend to their shops, restocking and tidying up for the busy Monday ahead. Farmers in their fields tending to their crops and livestock. There were also the drunks trudging their way back home, swaying in the nonexistent strong winds as they walked.

And then, there was Suna Rintarou, jogging past those few people already out and about at 4 AM in the morning.

Turns out, no one can really say for sure how post-moving from one region to an entirely different one would affect someone.

Everybody’s different that way. Sometimes it’s like the entire earth has been thrown off its axis. Other times, one just realizes the amount of socks they actually own (and how many have lost their pair).

For Suna, it became increasingly obvious how much he slept better when he was living in Aichi.

It’s been less than a year since he moved to Hyogo Prefecture and Suna found out that it had its ups and downs; for example, he got to play for Inarizaki High School’s volleyball team. He also built an annoying sleep schedule that refused to let him sleep in. For some reason, no matter how late he went to sleep, he always woke up at 4 AM in the morning on the dot, way before his alarm. It’s annoying, but his body wouldn’t listen to him no matter what he does. On weekends, he gets a bit of leeway, waking up at 5 or 5:30 AM. But on weekdays, he wakes up at ungodly hours.

Suna woke up at 4:34 AM this morning, less than 2 hours before he needs to be at school for morning practice, which is 10 minutes away. Despite trying to go back to sleep, his circadian rhythm refused to cooperate with him, so he changed into some more running-appropriate clothes and took a jog around his neighborhood, a routine he developed since his first week here.

The surroundings are now more than familiar to him, and he can navigate his way around like the back of his hand now. Today seemed to be a good day, in his opinion; his head didn’t ache despite waking up so early, his running shoes don’t dig into his heels like before, and his stamina doesn’t seem to be draining that quickly.

Probably the most okay day he’s had this week, miraculously.

He begins jogging back to his apartment at 5 AM, a light sheen of sweat already sticking to his skin and running down his temple. The cold air hits his face, allowing him some relief from the heat that starts to build up as he jogs. When he gets back to his apartment complex, he greets the security guard situated by the entrance with a nod. He knows the man, and they’ve never spoken much but they get along just fine. The security guard returns his nod with one of his own as well as a polite “good morning” as Suna makes his way to the stairs, climbing all the way to the 5th floor.

He power walks to his apartment at a steady pace, stopping when he gets to apartment 508 and entering the home. “I’m home,” he calls out, untying his running shoes by the front door and placing them on the shoe rack. The apartment is dead silent, so Suna surmises that his mother and his little sister are still asleep. He makes a beeline for his room and takes a quick shower, changing into his uniform and fixing his things, before heading towards the kitchen to cook a simple breakfast.

The rustle in the kitchen as Suna starts to cook some eggs, ham, and rice wakes his mother up, the latter entering the kitchen with a loud yawn. “Good morning, Rintarou, dear.” She greets him with a wide but tired smile, her sleepier than usual hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. Her brown hair is a mess, and Suna finally realizes that she’s still wearing her nurse uniform from work. Suna frowns at this. Their mother works as a nurse at the local hospital, and she works overtime to make ends meet. She works too much, like a tireless cog in a machine, and she rarely ever comes home before midnight.

“How was your morning jog?”

“It was fine.” Suna replies, flipping the eggs as his mother takes a seat at the dining table, watching him cook.

“I’m glad to hear that. You’ve been doing a lot of those lately, haven’t you?” His mother comments, smiling softly. Suna shrugs and nods.

“Shouldn’t you change out of your work clothes, mom?” Suna asks her, turning his head just enough to see her shake her head as she waves her hand dismissively with a smile, sleepily leaning her chin on her other hand.

“I’ll change later, don’t worry about me, dear. Ah, can you get me a cup of coffee so my brain can wake up a bit more though?” His mother asks and Suna nods, doing as she says as he turns off the stove and pours the coffee into two mugs, handing one to his mother and placing the other on the table before plating the eggs, ham, and rice. “Thank you, Rin,” his mother says to him, exhaling in satisfaction after taking a sip of the coffee, “go wake your sister up now. You both have school today.”

“That is if she decides to get her ass out of bed.” Suna grumbles, rolling his eyes. His mother laughs as he walks off towards his little sister’s room down the hall. He raps his fingers on the door, closing his eyes to focus on any signs of movement behind the door. “Oi, Risumi, wake up.”

When he doesn’t hear anything, he sighs and opens the door, revealing the dark room. The blackout curtains block out the sunlight that tries streaming through the window and it takes Suna’s eyes a while to adjust. When they do, he sees a bundle of blankets on the bed and sighs again, much louder this time, before he walks over to the curtains and–with one swift move–pulls them back to let the sunlight in, bathing the room in light within seconds. In response, Risumi groans at the sudden influx of light in the room, and Suna watches as she pulls the covers over her head in annoyance. “Wakey wakey, eggs and–whatever, we’re gonna be late, Risumi.” Suna says to her, poking her side.

Risumi groans again and swats Suna’s hand away, scooting away from him. “Shut up… five more minutes.” She grunts, burying her face further into the pillow. Suna huffs.

“Five minutes is five minutes too many.”

“Don’t care. Leave.”

Suna raises an unimpressed eyebrow at Risumi, crossing his arms. “I’m giving you five to get up, then.”

“Five what?” Risumi grunts, not in the mood for her brother’s antics.

“Five, four, three…” Suna trails off as he grabs hold of Risumi’s blankets and, unceremoniously, tears them away from her, leaving her vulnerable to the brightness of the room.

“RINTAROU!” She screeches, sitting straight up as she stares at Suna with an annoyed expression. Suna just smirks and shrugs, walking off to the door.

“Get dressed, breakfast is ready.” He says.

“Mm. Food.” Risumi grumbles sleepily, finally swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she stretches.

Suna leaves and goes back to the dining table, Risumi coming out of her room after a few minutes in her middle school uniform and her brown hair in the usual low pigtails. “Good morning, sweetie!” Their mother greets her, smiling brightly.

“Morning, Ma. How’d you sleep?” Risumi asks her, to which their mother chuckles.

“Slept like a baby!” She says, giving her a thumbs up (Risumi frowns). “Come on, come on, let’s eat! It’s so rare that I get to eat breakfast with my babies!”

Suna and Risumi silently eat their breakfast as their mother chatters on, asking them about school and gossiping about her coworkers. The two listen as they finish their meal, the warmth of the food filling their stomachs. When they finish and start standing up, their mother perks up, setting her mug down.

“Ah, stay safe on your way to school, okay? And don’t forget to greet your father before you leave.” She says, smiling gently but the mirth doesn’t exactly meet her eyes.

Despite that, Suna nods at her, him and Risumi making their way to the living room after saying goodbye. In the corner of the living room, a small table sits with a photograph on its tabletop amidst flowers, a man with dark hair and yellowish-gray eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses smiling in the image.

Suna and Risumi kneel down in front of the photograph, bowing. It’s routine; every morning, before they leave for school, they bid their father goodbye.

At the same time, the siblings stand up and Risumi makes a beeline for the door, to which Suna sighs. He pauses and looks back at the photograph of their father before following his little sister out the door.

“Risumi, don’t walk too far ahead of me.”

No matter how much Suna chastises her, Risumi ignores him, continuing to walk ahead of him by seven paces. Shaking his head, Suna sighs, rubbing a hand against his face. It’s not unusual for Risumi to show him attitude; she’s been like this since they moved to Hyogo. Suna would just appreciate it if she would just stop for five seconds before she gets hit by a car.

“Risumi, oi.” Suna calls out again but Risumi keeps a brisk pace ahead of him, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. Suna sighs for the nth time today. Is it really normal for 13 year olds to be this bratty? (Then again, thinking back, Suna was the exact same way.)

After a while, they arrive at Kitsuhana Middle School. Suna stays back at the entrance while Risumi marches inside. “Take care, bye.” Suna calls after her, and when Risumi ignores him again, he narrows his eyes at her attitude. “Risumi, goodbye.” He says again, a little louder. "Risumi."

Risumi sighs in exasperation. “Yeah, yeah, bye.” She throws over her shoulder, not even properly turning her head to look at Suna properly.

Suna stands there for a couple of seconds before digging into his backpack with a straight face, feeling around until he finds his phone. It doesn't take long for him to find the one video he needs and he plays it at max volume.

Soon enough, the sounds of 5 year old Risumi crying "Daycare is scary!" and "I want to stay with Rintarou!!" fill the air and Risumi stops in her tracks, her face morphing into mortification as she slowly turns around to face her menace of a brother.

A couple of her schoolmates have stopped to see what's going on (some of them commenting on Suna's tall height and good looks). Risumi flushes red with both embarrassment and anger, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the video continues to play in Suna's hand.

"Rintarou. Please stop the video." She says, stomping her foot.

"Nope."

"Rin!"

"Not until you say 'Bye-bye, Rin-Rin'." Suna shoots back in a baby voice, waving his hand as if saying bye-bye. If there's one thing that everyone knows about Suna, it's that he would rather buy more storage with his own allowance than to delete any of the embarrassing videos he has of the people he knows, whether that be Risumi or the Miya twins. He could easily make a "Top 50 Miya Twins Fight" compilation, or even upload "Unreleased Footage of Miya Twin Brawl circa last week" if he found the motivation to.

Risumi groans and clenches her fist. "B—bye-bye, Rin-Rin." She grumbles, gritting her teeth.

"Can't hear you."

"Bye-bye, Rin-Rin, now stop the video!" Risumi shouts, stomping her feet once more as even the tips of her ears turn red from humiliation. "And delete it, you ass!"

"Nope, don't think I will." Suna says but he stops the video anyway, pocketing his phone again. "Love ya, sis!"

"Shut!"

When Suna got to Inarizaki’s school grounds, the almost zero amount of students already there didn’t really surprise him. It’s not a common sight to see the school look borderline deserted (if it weren’t for the janitors and staff already there) and it feels eerie at first, but at this point, Suna is used to this environment. Hey, at least it’s quiet.

“Rinnie~!”

He should have suspected something when it was beginning to get too quiet. Suna grunts when something–someone–collides with his side with enough force to not tackle him to the ground but just enough to make him stumble a bit. Long thin arms wrap around his waist as a soft cheek nuzzles against his shoulder. Suna closes his eyes for a second, not really in the mood to deal with this so early in the morning but looks over at the figure anyway.

“Yer so mean to me.” The girl whines at him, staring up at Suna with a pout on her pink lips. “I didn’t hear from ya fer the entire weekend!” It is none other than Mamura Erika, a second year highschooler from class 2-4; considered as one of the prettiest girls in Inarizaki. And really, who wouldn't? Long blonde hair and amicable green eyes, a kind yet bubbly personality. Not to mention the fact that since she is not in any club, she helps out in every way she can.

Not to mention the other fact that she’s also Suna’s girlfriend of almost two weeks. It was a spontaneous relationship, after Erika confessed to Suna after one of their practice matches. In all honesty, he just accepted her confession on a whim; he was bored. He doesn’t think of himself entirely as an asshole, but sometimes, he’s just a dick.

“I’m sorry, I was busy with practice and uh–homework.” Suna says, peeling Erika off of him and holding her shoulders as he tilts his chin down at her. Erika just pouts up at him, raising an eyebrow. A pretty face and an adorable pout enough to make any guy at school bend backwards to satisfy her whims but to Suna, it just makes him sigh. If she’s hurt by him abruptly pulling her away from him, she doesn’t let it show on her face.

“Ya always say yer busy!” She says, placing her hands on her hips as she furrowed her eyebrows at the taller boy, green eyes narrowing with irritation. “Ya practice so much on school days that the weekend is the only time I can speak to ya–at minimum!”

It’s true, to be honest.

“I’m sorry,” Suna sighs, running a hand through his dark hair, “I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’m just busy with practice with Interhigh coming up. I can take you out on a date after..”

Erika grows quiet at that, her shoulders stiffening for a split second. Surprisingly, two weeks is enough to know at least a little bit about a person. And Suna can be observant when he wants to, to take notice of the way Erika's gaze became slightly downcast for a split second, the way she bit the inside of her cheek, and the way her feet shuffled beneath her, all as if pensive.

But before Suna could say anything more, Erika smiles up at him, scratching her cheek with her index finger. "Ah, right, okay. But, uhm, can we meet up at lunch?" She asks, wringing her hands.

Suna raises an eyebrow at this. It's not that unusual for Erika to ask to spend time with him. However, she had never asked to meet up at lunch before (her go-to is bouncing up to him at the front of classroom 2-1 with her bento box in her hands).

He doesn't comment on it, however, and just shrugs at her. "Sure."

Erika smiles and hugs his arm lovingly. "Thanks, darlin'!" She says, green eyes twinkling.

It would have been an annoying moment turned peaceful if it weren't for a certain set of twins deciding to interrupt.

"Ew. Lovebirds, it's too early fer PDA!"

Suna turns to see Atsumu cringing in faux disgust as he walks over to the two of them, Osamu following close behind.

"I think it's good for a relationship. Healthy bonding." Erika retorts, hugging Suna's arm tighter as she turns her nose up at Atsumu.

"Sure, blondie, but don't do it where anyone can see the two of ya!" Atsumu shoots back and Osamu rolls his eyes.

"Ya idiot, ya do know the P in PDA means public, right?" Osamu interjects, giving Atsumu an unimpressed look.

On cue, the blond's face turns a deep shade of red and he puffs out his chest in a way that is highly familiar to anyone who knows him.

"Yes, I do know what it means!" Atsumu shrieks indignantly at Osamu, who rolls his eyes to the sky once again. "Stop callin' me an idiot when yer a bigger idiot than me!"

"Still an idiot."

"YA SHUT YER TRAP!"

Suna whips out his phone in record speed, immediately filming the bickering match that evolves into a borderline brawl between the two twins. Erika watches with narrow eyes, her gaze flitting between her boyfriend and the Miya twins, before laughing nervously. "Well, I'll see ya at lunch then, darlin'." She says to Suna.

"Hm? Yeah, sure."

Erika frowns but doesn't say anything else, quietly slipping away.

Suna doesn’t notice but Osamu does, partially loosening his chokehold on Atsumu when he realizes that the other blonde is gone. “Oi, Suna, aren’t ya gonna walk yer girlfriend to her homeroom?” He asks Suna, and Atsumu stops his struggling to look around as well.

“Huh, Mamura didn’t even say bye to us.” Atsumu says, looking around and Osamu tightens his chokehold again, hitting the top of the former’s head with his fist.

“That’s because she doesn’t like yer ugly face.”

“We share the same face, ya scrub!”

“Can you, like, adjust a bit? I can’t get your faces in the same angle.”

Lunch comes around and so does Erika, bounding up to Suna with a smile and a sway to her hips. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail this time, swaying from side to side behind her. “Rinnie~! Did ya miss me?” She asks, hugging Suna’s arm once again. Osamu snickers as Suna's face flushes with slight embarrassment at the nickname and the former waves them off.

"See ya at lunch, 'Rinnie'."

"I'm going to hit you with a volleyball later."

Erika frowns, pursing her lips as her grip loosens on his arm. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Suna asks Erika, looking down at her with his usual bored expression. The blonde flinches but tries to hide it with a smile as she gently grabs Suna's hand.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

Suna raises an eyebrow at first but lets Erika lead him to the back of the school anyway, the afternoon sun beating down on the both of them. They can still hear the chatter of students from outside and inside the building, but other than that, it's quiet. Not a single soul nearby.

It's confusing why Erika would want to suddenly talk in an inconspicuous spot like this, but Suna waits for her to talk first, hands shoved into his pockets as he keeps quiet.

He eyes her up and down, watching her behavior change to how she was earlier; shoulders tense, head down, feet shuffling under her—

“Suna,” Erika says, wringing her hands, her shoulders tense, her gaze downcast, “I don’t think this is going to work anymore.”

#suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #suna x female reader #please teach me how to be a girlfriend #first chapter! very excited ^^

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pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 4937

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, oral (male recieving) age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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Y/N

October rolled around quickly, the weather becoming colder and the nights becoming longer and darker than before. Less than a week had passed since your rendezvous with Bucky in the university library, and it was all you had been able to think about. You had never done something so scandalous before, something so risky. It was that which terrified you, how you could’ve been caught at any moment, yet that was also the thing that thrilled you more than anything else.

The next day you had been cuddled up under the covers in your room with Wanda and Yelena watching some sappy romance movie when your phone screen had lit up. Wanda passed it to you without even looking at it, and as soon as you saw the message you were thankful that she hadn’t.

Bucky (Prof. Barnes) Can’t stop thinking about yesterday and last night. The bed feels empty without you.

You were certain that had you not turned the lights off for the movie, both Yelena and Wanda would have seen the blush that rose up on your cheeks, likely the same red as Wanda’s pyjamas. They did, however, catch the smile that crept up your cheeks to kiss the corners of your eyes, and that was something that they wouldn’t let go.

“Will you just tell us what’s got you so happy already?” Wanda asked, leaning forward to pause the movie. “Because you haven’t stopped grinning since breakfast.”

“I actually think this grin is bigger than before even,” Yelena interjected, rolling over and using her arm as a pillow as they both stared at you expectantly.

“It’s nothing, really,” you lied, trying to straighten your face, but failing entirely.

“Yes, I was correct. Much bigger.” It was an off-hand comment, perhaps meant as a joke if you knew Yelena well enough, but the truth was that she was right. Ever since leaving the library the night before and sliding into the passenger seat of Bucky’s car, his hand planted firmly on your thigh the entire drive through the city, The Neighbourhood playing softly through the speakers, you hadn’t been able to stop smiling. That text was simply a reminder of how happy you really were.

Of course, it was complicated. He wasn’t your boyfriend, there was no possible chance of that happening, and he certainly wasn’t the type that you could take home to meet your parents over Christmas break or gush about to your friends. But he was still yours, even if only in the shadows. You wanted to know everything about him, you thought about him all of the time, and now it seemed he felt the same way. It wasn’t love, it was lust with passion but also a hint of affection. It was sex and fucking, with quiet moments of him playing with your hair as you fell asleep on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

It wasn’t something that could last, but you would enjoy every second of it whilst you had it.

“Is this about that boy?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly, as if she already knew the answer. “Did you see him again?”

Whilst you had told your friends about the conversation that you’d had with Bucky back in his office all those weeks ago, you hadn’t explicitly told them that it was Bucky, or what had happened after the conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell them, explain everything to them from the moment that you had walked into that bar on the very first night, but you knew that you couldn’t - it was too much of a risk, not for you, but for him.

“Yeah, I did see him again,” you replied, hoping that they wouldn’t ask too many questions. You were wrong of course - you really should’ve known better from them.

“What?” Yelena asked, dragging the word out as she sat up to look at you properly. With the two of them looking at you like that you felt almost as if you were on trial, about to be sentenced for a crime that they didn’t even know you’d committed. They didn’t know the extent that your sins went, and they wouldn’t if you had anything to say about it.

“Yeah, yesterday in the library,” you explained, giggling slightly as you thought back to the ruckus that you and Bucky had created between the bookshelves. “He helped me with my analysis, and then…”

You paused for a moment, wondering if you should tell them what had happened after that, finally deciding that they might as well know some of the details if they weren’t party to knowing who they were about.

“Then?” Wanda urged, flapping her hands in a motion to suggest she wanted you to continue.

“Then we slept together,” you finally blurted out, almost as if it were a confession that you were ashamed of, when in truth, you could never be ashamed of Bucky.

“You did what?” Wanda squealed, and Yelena nodded approvingly.

“I told you, fucking to get it out of your system works every time. I’m proud that you took him home,” she said, clearly content that you had taken her advice.

“Well…” you mumbled, catching Yelena’s attention who glared at you with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t exactly take him home at first.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda asked, clearly not piecing together what Yelena already had based on her shocked expression. “You said you slept with him.”

“Well, yes, I did go home with him eventually,” you said slowly. “But did you know that there are some parts of the library, especially upstairs, that are basically abandoned?”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yeah, we did,” you chuckled to yourself. Your two friends laid back down in bed, one on either side of you, their expressions the perfect picture of astonishment.

“When are we going to get to meet this mystery boy then?” Wanda asked, wiggling her eyebrows. You simply shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll bring him over one day,” you lied as you leaned forward and clicked play on the movie again.

A few moments later a knock at your bedroom door caught your attention and the three of you looked up to find MJ hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

“Shuri wanted me to let you guys know that we’re apparently having a party tonight,” she mumbled, her face stoic. “Not that I really want a party, but apparently it’s been decided.”

Yelena was clearly excited by this prospect, although you weren’t as enthused. You had really wanted a relaxed evening, and perhaps there was a small sliver of hope that Bucky would text again asking you back to his place that night. A party was the last thing on your mind.

Bucky (Prof. Barnes) I’m sorry I can’t see you tonight doll. I’ve gotta go to some student faculty fundraiser. Tomorrow?

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t going to be able to see Bucky that night, but with the loud music raging on and the drinks flowing it was easy to distract yourself. A game of spin the bottle was being played on the living room floor, whilst Yelena was hooking up with some girl she’d met five minutes ago in the kitchen. MJ curled up in a chair with a vodka and orange soda, clearly waiting for the entire debacle to be over with, whilst Kate and Wanda made everyone drinks at what they were calling the ‘drinks station’ even though it was simply the coffee table in the lounge pushed against the wall with every bottle of alcohol they could find sitting on top next to 101 red plastic cups. Of course Liz and her posse had joined; the more time you spent in a class with them, the more they annoyed you, and you weren’t sure how you had ever contemplated being friends with them in the first place. She, like her friends, were sat front and centre of the party discussing the presents that her daddy had bought her for her birthday last week, all expensive, all unnecessary.

You on the other hand were perched on the couch simply taking in everything around you. The music was blasting from the speakers so loud that you were certain you’d get a complaint from the student union in the morning, but no one seemed to care. Everyone was having fun.

MJ had introduced you to her boyfriend Peter and his best friend Ned who were studying Physics, and had inadvertently turned your hallway into a meeting place for anyone willing to discuss Star Wars with them. A girl named Karli had introduced herself, immediately rushing into a conversation about politics with another girl named Monica, one which you had quickly excused yourself from to find your spot on the couch. It was chaotic, but in the best way; your first college party.

Two hands landed harshly on your shoulders causing you to jump, startled, turning around to find Yelena and the girl that she’d found for the night.

“I heard something!” She grinned, throwing herself over the back of the couch and motioning for the girl to join us. “I heard Shuri has planned an insane prank!”

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you took a sip of your beer, now warm and flat. “What might that be?”

“Something about pretending to be The Dean and inviting one of the professors to the party,” she chuckled, pulling a joint from her pocket and lighting it up, taking a puff and passing it to the girl she was with. You squinted your eyes suspiciously, looking over at your best friend.

“Which one?” You asked, but she simply shrugged.

“No idea,” she replied. “Apparently they’re cute though.”

With that she turned back to the girl, taking the joint from her once again, planting a kiss on her lips, and you simply resigned yourself to a night watching others enjoy themselves, chugging beer on the couch alone.

Bucky

Bucky stared down at his phone, looking at the email from Dean Fury, and then back up at the building that he’d found himself outside. The address was certainly correct, but the building that he’d found himself at didn’t exactly seem like the appropriate location for a student and faculty fundraiser. For a second he considered going home, or double checking with The Dean to make sure it was the correct place, but changed his mind; surely Dean Fury wouldn’t send him to the wrong place?

He made his way up the stairs and into the lobby. There were already people there, seemingly coming from the open elevator. He frowned as he watched them leave; they all seemed young, and very drunk. Slipping between the elevator doors, he clicked the button for the third floor, waiting as it moved upwards until finally the doors opened.

The hallway that he found himself on was small, with peeling wallpaper on either side, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Instead, he was focused on the few drunk students that were hovering there, most clearly underage with plastic cups in their hands which, if he knew anything about students, definitely contained alcohol.

He pushed through to the door that said 3B, the apartment that he was told the event was being held, and let himself inside. The music was blaring, and there were people everywhere, but from what he could see, none of his co-workers, or even a single member of the faculty were present anywhere. It definitely seemed like a student rager. A cheer erupted as he slowly but surely walked further into the apartment, coming to a stop as all heads turned to him, and he was left standing in the hallway in complete and utter confusion, until he caught a pair of familiar eyes.

Y/N

The room erupted into a cheer, every single head turning towards the door to the apartment. You clambered to get a good view at what they were looking at, gripping your beer tightly in your hand, but there were too many heads in the way. You saw Shuri rushing to whisper with Kate who burst out laughing, but you still didn’t understand the joke; was it the professor that Shuri had invited as a prank?

“Oh my gosh!” Yelena squealed as she pushed herself up onto her knees to peer over the other people.

“What?” You asked, frantically trying to see through the hoard of people, not wanting to be the only person to miss the joke. “Who is it?”

“It’s Professor Barnes!”

You froze, unsure if you had heard her correctly, a small ‘what?’ escaping from your lips as you followed suit and pushed yourself up onto your knees to crane over the heads of your fellow students.

That was when you saw him, standing in the hallway, confusion written across his handsome features. He looked formal, wearing a suit, his hair pulled back, no glasses instead presumably wearing contacts.

But there was only one thought that ran through your mind in that moment, and it wasn’t how good he looked.

Not him, you thought. Anyone but him. He doesn’t deserve this.

His eyes caught yours, and for a second everything around you seemed to slow, almost as if you were in a movie. The music and chatter from your peers downed out, your only focus now on him, on Bucky, on making sure that he was ok.

Without thinking you pushed yourself from the couch, squeezing through the crowd that was going back to their previous conversations, until you found yourself directly in front of him, his eyes trained on yours. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the now empty kitchen.

When you were finally out of view of the other students, leaning around the corner to make sure no one was watching, you turned to him. His eyebrows were still knitted together in confusion, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at the ends of his suit jacket.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?” His voice was concerned, his eyes darting towards the lounge where your friends and guests were still getting drunk. All you could do was sigh.

“My roommate thought it would be a good prank,” you explained awkwardly, grabbing yourself another beer from the fridge before fishing the good whiskey from the top shelf. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be you.”

Bucky leaned against the counter, running his hand through his hair as he watched you prepare drinks. “It’s ok,” he mumbled. “At least you’re here.”

You chuckled, handing him a drink, moving closer to him slowly, taking a swig of your beer. He glanced down into the cup, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip, smiling with a small chuckle as he realised what you’d made him.

“Whiskey neat?” He asked, placing the cup on the counter and pulling you close by your waist, looking down at you with affectionate eyes. “You remembered.”

“How could I forget your drink of choice?” You laughed, leaning upwards to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was tender, sweet, different to the kisses you’d shared before. He dragged your bottom lip through his teeth and you parted your lips, allowing him the access that he was asking for.

“Professor Barnes!” You heard Kate’s voice call from the lounge, and the two of you pulled apart, and you rushed to the other side of the kitchen as your roommate appeared at the counter. “Come play a game with us?”

Bucky glanced over at you, and you simply shrugged, leaving it open to him to decide whatever he wanted to do. He snorted, finishing off his whiskey in one go before turning to you completely.

“I’m here now, I might as well enjoy myself,” he chuckled. “But here’s the deal, no one can know I was here, and I’m going to need another whiskey.”

The circle that partook in the game was small, but the crowd that was watching was much bigger. You awkwardly sat between Bucky and Kate as they decided what game they were going to play, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for the opportunity to somehow get the both of you out of the situation that you’d found yourselves in.

“What about ring of fire?” Wanda suggested, but Yelena was quick to shut it down.

“We don’t have any cards, dummy.”

“Truth or dare?” Kate suggested, but Shuri disagreed. Finally Yelena came up with the plan.

“Never have I ever.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone else slowly nodded, but you could sense the panic that Bucky was beginning to feel. He wasn’t a teenager, wasn’t a student, and whilst you didn’t know that much about his past, you were sure there were certain things that he didn’t want to divulge in front of a group of his students.

“‘Lena, come on,” you tried to argue. “Professor Barnes is here, can’t we play something a little more…grown up?”

But the others disagreed, and before you knew it the game was in full swing. It began with a rather boring question, “never have I ever drank vodka straight”, to which almost everyone in the circle drank besides MJ and Peter. But after that, the questions began to get juicier.

“Never have I ever had sex in a car.”

“Never have I ever had a threesome.”

“Never have I ever slept with a person 20 years older than me.”

You took little sips for every thing that you had done, and from the corner of your eye you caught Bucky doing the same, laughing at each option, seemingly having fun. It was a completely different Bucky to the one that you had seen before; this was casual Bucky, with no obligations, no worries, simply him and a drink at a party.

It was then that the big guns came out, with Wanda staring directly at you as she asked her next question, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Never have I ever had sex in a library.”

Your eyes widened in shock, making a mental note to scold her later as you angrily took a sip of your beer, now nearly empty. From the corner of your eyes you saw Bucky take a quick swig, trying desperately to hide it, but one glance at Yelena told you that she had seen it, a slight smirk on her face as she watched him. But the way she giggled with Wanda about how Kate had also drunk showed that she thought nothing of it. She hadn’t worked it out. It was her turn next.

“Professor Barnes, this one is for you,” she chuckled teasingly. You felt the lump building in your throat in anticipation of what your best friend was about to say. “Never have I ever slept with a student.”

Your mouth went dry, your heart beating three times faster than you were sure was healthy as you watched Bucky’s eyes widen in shock, clearly weighing up his options. He waited a moment until the others grew bored of waiting for his response, and quickly took a swig before the next question was asked, catching your eye with a slight smirk as he did so. He was playing a game with you, and he was enjoying it. You couldn’t help but smirk at him as he threw you a quick wink before turning back to the question that Ned was asking.

But just as relief flooded your system at having evaded being caught you turned to Yelena. She was sat upright, her face blank as she glanced between you and Bucky. And just like that, you could practically see the switch in her head snapping, the lightbulb glowing above her head as she finally worked it out, her mouth falling open in shock.

You didn’t know what to do, quickly rising to your feet and grabbing her by the arm, pulling her towards your room and closing the door behind you, turning to her quickly.

“Y-You and Professor Barnes?” She practically squealed until you shushed her, glancing over your shoulder at the door behind you, letting out a sigh.

“Yes,” you finally said, placing a hand on her shoulder as if to calm her own thoughts, when your own were flailing around without a life support. “Buck-Professor Barnes is the guy from the first night, the guy from the library who I went home with, he’s the one I’ve been sleeping with.”

Yelena was speechless, and you didn’t blame her. If she had told you that she was doing the same thing as you had been doing for the past month you would have been in the same boat.

“But please, Lena, you can’t tell anyone,” you said urgently. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and if anyone found out he could get fired, and even I could get expelled.”

Yelena’s face melted into calmness, a gentle smile curling at her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Don’t want my best friend to get expelled,” she chuckled. “But, you lucky girl.”

She glanced over your shoulder towards where the party roared outside. You hadn’t even heard the door open until she looked over, and as you turned you saw Bucky standing awkwardly in the doorway, one hand on the back of his neck, two fresh drinks in his hands. You looked back over to Yelena apologetically, but she simply laughed.

“I guess I’ll leave you two to it.” With that she made her way back out to the party, brushing past Bucky and closing the door behind her.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, before walking forward and handing you your beer. You thanked him, perching on the end of your bed, an action that he followed only moments later.

“So,” he said awkwardly. “I guess your friend knows now, right?”

“Her name is Yelena,” you smirked, looking up at him awkwardly. “And yeah, she does. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologise,” he countered, brushing his hand down the front of his now unbuttoned suit jacket. “It’s not your fault. Sh-She won’t tell anyone though, right?”

“I mean, she promised that she wouldn’t,” you shrugged. “And I do trust her. She’s my best friend here. She’s actually in your class with me.”

He chuckled, his smile reaching to the corners of his eyes as he glanced down at the floor for a second before looking back up at you, his hand instinctively reaching for your thigh. “Oh, that I know. She’s the one that always doodles in the margins of any report she hands in.”

You laughed slightly before the pair of you fell into silence. After a swig or two of your drinks, staring into space together, completely comfortable in the quiet, he spoke again.

“Everyone seems to be leaving the party,” he said. “Guess it’s coming to an end.”

You smiled down at him, slipping your hand under his on your thigh, lacing your fingers with his, leaning forward to put your beer on the floor, shuffling back on your bed.

“You could stay here, you know?” You suggested quietly. “I could sneak you out in the morning.”

“You’ll be too hungover, doll,” he chuckled, turning to look at you.

“I won’t forget, I promise.”

He leaned down to place his cup on the floor by your beer, letting go of your hand only to shed himself of his jacket. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

And then he was on top of you, pushing you down towards the bed, his hands roaming your body, your hands in his hair, sliding further down, past his neck, down his chest, undoing every button as you went. When you reached the final button you pulled it open, and he quickly shrugged it off, your hands now able to roam over his muscles without a barrier between. He followed suit pulling you shirt over your head, practically ripping your bra from your body. Your hands pulled at the buckle of his belt, and he toyed with the button on your jeans. Soon, all clothes were discarded to the floor below.

He gripped at your hair suddenly, his fingertips pulling at the very roots, pulling you roughly to position you kneeling between his slightly open legs. His length was standing tall, ready for you, and you gulped in anticipation, your mouth watering, just as he looked down at you, waiting patiently.

“You know what to do.”

His hand didn’t move from your hair as you took his length in your hands, trying a few practice strokes which made him hiss as he threw his head back against the pillows, bucking up into your hand at the sensation. You leaned forward, and he gave just enough leeway with his grip in your hair to allow you to take his tip in your mouth. He was hot and heavy against your tongue, and you savoured the sensation. Based on the groan that he let out, he did too.

Almost painfully slowly for the both of you, you dipped your head downwards and back up, and then down again, each time taking just a little more of him, until finally you had taken as much as you could, able to feel him in the back of your throat. You pulled back, swirling your tongue across his tip before pushing back down again, gagging ever so slightly at his size. You began the job that he had given you properly, beginning to move more confidently, speeding up with every bob of your head. His hand guided you perfectly, occasionally pushing you too far and causing you to gag around him, something that made him groan loudly each time.

“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Feel so good, doll. Too good.”

He bucked upwards again when you pulled back, dragging your tongue up his entire length, palming his balls as you did so, and before long the two of you had found a rhythm that worked well for you, with you bobbing down at the same pace as he thrusted upwards. Drool fell down from the corner of your mouth, and tears began to pool at the corners of your eyes as he started the thrust harder, until eventually you simply held your mouth open wide enough for him, your tongue sticking out slightly, allowing him to use it as he pleased.

He glanced down towards you, cursing at the sight of you between his legs, mascara smudged, slick down your jaw, his precum dripping from between your lips. He pulled you back, up and away from him, pulling him towards him until you were straddling him, his lips connecting with yours hungrily. You were sure he could taste himself on your tongue, but he didn’t seem to mind as he lined himself up with you.

“Fuck, you’re so good doll,” he murmured between kisses. “Need to feel you, need you now.”

And you obliged, happily, allowing him to slide into you, moving down slowly and carefully until he was entirely inside you, filling you up with every inch. You both gasped at the sensation, this position giving both of you more pleasure than you’d felt before. It took you a moment to push past the pleasure that you were feeling, but finally you ground your hips against his, and the both of you cursed loudly. You repeated the action a few more times before planting your hands on his chest and testing the waters as you rose up and fell back down towards him.

In an instant he was sitting up, enveloping you in his arms as you rode him, each movement of your hips bringing a new wave of pleasure. Your eyes fell closed, your head falling back at the feeling, the feeling of being well and truly complete, as if he was the piece that was missing this entire time.

“Look at me,” he said firmly, his fingertips brushing against your chin to pull your gaze down to his. “I want to watch you, doll. Want to see everything.”

You whimpered, your bottom lip dragging between your teeth as you began to move faster, harsher, your eyes remaining trained on his. His hand fell down to the curve of your ass, squeezing at the flesh there as he helped to guide you in your movements.

“Mine.”

You weren’t sure you had heard it properly, your brows twitching between movements, but he repeated it, and this time you heard it clearly.

“Mine. You’re all mine. You belong to me, and no one else.”

“Y-Yes Bucky, all for you. Only you.”

The way that you finished together, your hands intertwining with each other, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes connected, trained on each other, felt more intimate than you ever thought possible. In that moment, you weren’t two people simply fucking, you were one, you were whole, together in this world.

Neither of you screamed when you finished, instead choosing to crash your lips together in a needy, longing kiss. Your body quivered above him, but he held you close as he finished inside you, supporting you, keeping you grounded even as you felt yourself floating away.

When you were both completely spent, having come down from your highs, you collapsed backwards into your bed, your breaths heavy, words eluding you, unsure how to even describe what you had just experienced together. He slid an arm out to you and pulled you towards him, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible, Y/N.”

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Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFCs

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Summary: Sam finds a stray kitten.

Hey! I've written something! The last five months have been kinda crazy, but I promise I have more things in the works. This fic is unbeta'd so please excuse my tense issues. A special thanks to @synmorite and @writethelifeyouwant for dealing with this absolute fluffy nonsense from me. This was meant to be a drabble... but it got away from me. Inspired by this post

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It started with just one kitten. Sam was out on his morning routine, when he spotted the kitten, hiding (poorly) in a bush next to the bunker. He approaches it slowly, high pitched cries filling the air. Sam searches for a mama cat, or even siblings, but the kitten appears to be alone and abandoned. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and fit in the palm of Sam's hand. It was a little mangy, dark fur matted and gunk in its green eyes.

It purred as Sam held it close to him, the little thing had to be starving.He wraps the kitten in his sweatshirt, and makes the unwise decision to sneak the kitten inside. Once he has the stowaway safely in his bedroom he quickly opens his laptop and Google's 'what to feed

an abandoned kitten.' A small meow comes from the kitten, having unwrapped itself from the hoodie, and is now toddling across Sam's bed, clearly seeking his attention.

He sneaks into the kitchen, trying to find something that will satiate the kitten until he can get to a store and buy proper food. There's some canned tuna-- who knows how old it is but figures that's better than nothing. He thinks about getting some milk, but remembers from the search that cows milk is actually bad for cats, that water is better. He finds a saucer, Men of Letters had all kinds of china stashed away that he or Dean hardly used and scoops a bit of the tuna onto it, and fills a bowl full of water.

Dean eyes him suspiciously when they run into each other in the hall, but doesn't say anything. When Sam returns to his room, the kitten has made itself at home, curling up on his pillow, kneading the sheet, and purring loudly, well, he supposes this is his cat now. Dean's gonna be pissed, but his rules always involved dogs, not cats, Sam reasons, and puts the saucer and bowl on the bed, and watches as the strong aroma makes the kitten's head perk up, sniffing the air before clumsily making it's way towards the food, and chomping away.

"Guess we need to get you a name," Sam's wonders outloud to the kitten, who is currently focused on the food in front of it. "Shadow?" He tests, it's not that original, he knows, but what else could he name it, Snowball? He even looks through a pet name finder, but 'Shadow' is the only thing that seems to stick, and he figures it could work for a boy or girl.

A knock on the door startles Sam, and throws his hoodie back over the kitten in a desperate attempt to hide it. Dean's eyebrow furrows as Sam answers the door doing his best to make himself look like he's not done something wrong. Dean tells him that Jody's asked for some help on a case, a milk-run, but they've been going through an abnormal calm: they haven't had a case in weeks, and Dean has started to get antsy. Sam declines, he's enjoyed the quiet, plus, now he's got a kitten who needs him. Shadow nearly reveals himself by letting out a meow, and Dean seems to want to question Sam, when instead a loud, boisterous sneeze leaves him. Crap, Dean's allergic, Sam always thought he was lying about that.

"It's probably 'cause this place hasn't been cleaned in ages," Sam excuses. "Not since Mrs. Butters…"

"Yeah, well, it's not like we can hire a cleaning service," Dean sniffs.

Sam promises to clean from top to bottom while Dean's away, also formulating a plan to keep Shadow's presence a secret until he can figure out the right time to tell Dean. Dean says he'll be back in a few days, a week at most, and within a few minutes the roar of the Impala's engine fills the garage, and Sam knows he and Shadow are safe.

"You almost got us caught, buddy," Sam chuckles as he uncovers the kitten, small remnants of tuna cover the kitten's face, he scratches the top of Shadow's head, as he laps at the tuna still on the plate.

By the time Shadow's done eating, his little belly has rounded, and he climbs into Sam's lap as he continues researching, making lists of what he'll need to buy, and even starts looking into the local vets. He's glad he told Dean that he would stay behind when Jody called for backup on a case, he won't have to explain why he's suddenly bringing in loads of pet supplies.

He decides to bring the kitten with him to the pet store, figuring the workers may be more equipped with helping him get the right products to make sure Shadow is getting proper nutrition. The kitten curiously inspects the car when Sam sets him down inside, sniffing loudly and even pawing at the dangling keys as Sam starts the engine. Shadow eventually settles on his lap, quietly napping as Sam makes his way into town.

He pulls up to the pet store, and makes the realization that he has nothing to keep Shadow in while they buy supplies. He supposes that he could just carry the kitten, he only weighs a few pounds, if that, and he wasn't too squirmy, and figures that's his best option. The young girls are immediately in awe when Sam walks in with Shadow, the kitten letting out the tiniest of meows, clearly trying to bring even more attention to the pair.

He doesn't even know where to begin. Food he rationalizes is probably the best place, Shadow, as much as he seemed to enjoy the tuna, probably needs something with more nutrition, and Sam remembers one search telling that abandoned kittens, especially those who are extremely young, need formula. Sam stands in the aisle, overwhelmed by the choices, until a woman closer to his age sees the confused look on his face.

"You need some help?" Heather, the tag on her shirt reads, and Sam turns to show her Shadow, and proceeds to go on for nearly five minutes about how he found the kitten and doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a cat. When he finally takes a breath, Heather chuckles slightly, before showing him the basics. She gets him a small buggy, and helps him start to fill it. Formula and a syringe to feed him, wet food, dry food, food bowl, a fancy water bowl with a filter, a flea and tick bath after Sam tells her that as far he knows the kitten's only ever lived outside. She suggests gently wiping his eyes until a vet appointment can be made, and even gives Sam the local vets number.

They get to the section Sam was dreading most, litter boxes. Heather tells Sam that most kittens don't need much training to use the box, but expect a few accidents, especially once confirming that Shadow is, in fact, a boy. Heather then leads him to the toy sections, pointing out cat trees and other things that Shadow might have fun playing with. she even suggests that if Sam wanted to put in the time and effort, he could even train the kitten to eventually go on walks, though he thinks that may be a little too much.

By the time they're done, his cart is full, and Shadow has migrated from the crook of his arm, to being perched on Sam's shoulder, or at least he was until he lost his balance and made – what Sam felt had to be a terrifying for the kitten (and not for him) – six foot drop to the floor. Shadow just looked up at him and meowed as if he was saying "I'm okay!" The girl behind the checkout counter struggled to suppress her laugh as Sam coddled the kitten, shushing him and giving him soft pets, almost like he was calming an upset child.

Heather assures him that Shadow will be fine, that young kittens are a little wobbly on their feet and falls are going to happen. Sam offers a half smile to the girl behind the counter, making her blush, as he continues to fuss over the kitten.

An hour later, Sam's set up a cat tree in one corner of his room, a litter box in the other, and gave Shadow a bath. The kitten was skinnier than he thought, and he wondered how long he'd been alone outside. Sam rummages through the bag to find the kitten formula, Heather suggesting that he could use it to supplement Shadow's diet between portions of wet food. He carefully mixes everything together, and grabs a small bottle, and Shadow immediately takes it, suckling down the whole thing in only a matter of minutes.

That night, Shadow ignores the plush bed Sam bought for him, opting to lie down so that his head rested on Sam's shoulder, kneading him gently and purring loudly.

By the time Dean returns, Sam has unfortunately forgotten that his brother doesn't know about the kitten until he starts sneezing every five minutes.

"I thought you were going clean, Sam," Dean grumbles between sneezes. He had cleaned, but then Shadow decided to escape Sam's room, and honestly, it's a miracle Sam found him.

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Don't Speak, Part 18

Pairing: implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Jo

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo

Summary: John's been gone for a month, and Y/N has yet to Sam and Dean her secret.

Warnings: Character Death, past miscarriage, pregnancy, implied affair, secrets, time jumps, naive reader, legal junk, bits of fluff

Word Count: <2k

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The circumstances of John’s death still remain a mystery even weeks later. The first time you gently press for information, Sam brushes you off casually, but there’s an underlying anger that you can’t help noticing, and you quickly drop the subject. You don’t tell Sam about your pregnancy, never seeming to find the right time, not that you’ve had many opportunities; Sam has been all but ignoring you since he and Dean arrived home.

John’s funeral is a private affair, his ashes scattered over the grounds, and a surprisingly modest headstone is erected next to Mary’s. Bobby and Ellen, as well as who you assume is Joanna, hidden beneath an overly large cloak, are the only members of the staff allowed to attend. After the conclusion of the ceremony you walk back into the manor. Sam offers you his arm stiffly when you stumble slightly, and you take it, just in time to feel your knees giving out from under you; everything goes black and fogginess clouds your ears.

When you come to, you are in your bed; Adam, Bobby and Claire by your side. Bobby and Adam are speaking in hushed tones, but you’re unable to make out any clear words. Claire is rubbing the small swell of her belly with one hand, holding a book in the other.

“She’s awake,” Adam is the first to notice your flickering eyes. “Y/N– Mrs. Winchester,” he quickly corrects, “you gave us quite the scare.”

Your thoughts immediately go to the baby you hoped that you were still carrying. Clutching your stomach as you look up to ask the unspoken question that must be written all over your face. What if you’d already done something wrong in this pregnancy? What if your baby was already gone?

“Everything’s fine, Missus,” Adam soothes you.

“But– I fell– What if–?” Your breaths get heavier and your vision tunnels, as you struggle to take in the air.

“Calm down, Y/N,” Adam doesn’t correct himself this time, and sits down next to you. “I need you to breathe, Y/N,” he orders you gently. “Open that window, please,” he says to no one in particular, but Bobby is quick to move, letting in the cool Kansas air.

“Deep breaths,” Claire takes your hand in hers, and pulls it to her chest, letting you feel the rise and fall of her chest as you mimic her breathing. “It’s okay, Y/N,” she says softly, “listen to Dr. Milligan.”

Once you’ve calmed, Bobby leaves you alone with Claire and Adam, muttering something about keeping the boys away for the time being, probably remembering how you reacted to them the last time you were in a state like this.

Dorothy arrives late that afternoon, confirming your pregnancy to still be intact, but she suggests that you be on bedrest for the next few days. You ask Bobby to keep the news of your pregnancy a secret, claiming that now isn’t an appropriate time to tell your husband. Bobby reluctantly agrees as do Claire and Ellen, you couldn’t disappoint Sam again if you lost this baby as well.

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69 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

Mine, Part 1

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jess

Pairing: past Sam x Jessica, past Dean x Jessica

Warnings: 1x01 adjacent, 10x03 adjacent, flashback, dub-con to non-con, smut, murder, pregnancy, obsessive/possessive Dean, creampie, rape by deception, mentions of arousal by murder/blood

Word Count: 3.1k+

A/n: this fic uses dialogue from 10x3. Demon!Dean refers to human Dean in the third person. Special Thanks to @writethelifeyouwant and @synmorite for brainstorming with me!

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"There’s no point of bringing your brother back now,” Dean grunts as Sam steps away, jerking against the chair. He’d play Sam’s game for now; how could he resist?

“Oh, I will bring him back,” Sam argues.

Sam just couldn’t let things go, but he was always the hopeful one, always saw the good in people, and now that Dean wasn’t human, he didn’t need to pretend that he was the good person that Sam believed him to be. Being a demon was freeing– letting loose, fucking whoever he wanted, killing whoever he wanted – despite Crowley’s insistance that he stick to those with contracts.

The dick who sold his soul just to have his cheating wife killed? Who was really the bad guy in that situation? Sure, Crowley was pissed, but both he and Dean knew who was really the stronger of the two, and Dean could easily overthrow him in Hell if he cared enough to do so. Once he was done here with Sam, he’d need to deal with Crowley. Dean isn’t dumb enough to think that he’s not the one who sold him out to his brother.

“See, where I’m sitting, there’s not much difference between what I turned into and what you already are,” Dean goads Sam, a look of guilt overwhelming his face as he realizes what Dean knows.

“I never meant–”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. That line that you thought was so clear between us and the bad guys, ain’t so clear, is it Sammy?”

Tears well in Sam’s eyes, demon or not, Dean knows exactly how to play his brother. “You took a guy at his lowest, used him and it cost him his life and his soul. You know what, you might actually be worse than me.”

Sam fills another syringe, and walks carefully towards Dean. It was only the second injection, and it wasn’t making him feel more human, it was only pissing him off even more. He’d give Sam this; he was persistent, and Dean could think of something that might get him what he wants. Dean’s darkest secret, something the human him would never allow to say out loud, not wanting to shatter the perfect image that Sammy has of his older brother.

“This isn’t you talking, Dean.”

“Sure, it is, Sammy,” Dean grunts. “A new model: lean, mean, Dean. No one to hold me back, I can do what I want, whenever I want. And you know what I want, little brother?” Sam flinches slightly at Dean’s words, the familiarity seeming to physically hurt him. “First, I’m gonna tell you what really happened the night your little girlfriend bit the bullet, then I’m gonna do what your brother has wanted for so long, you know how obsessed he is with you? How much he loves you? And not that brotherly love, oh no, this sick motherfucker is in love with you. How fucked up is that? If he couldn’t have you, no one could. Think about it, Sammy, the second you try to settle down, and suddenly John’s gone missing? Quite the coincidence, don’t you think?”

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Don't Speak, Part 19

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Jo, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John's death.

Warnings: Wincest, gay sex, oral, daddy!kink, minor feminization, implied dub con, implied loss of virginity, legal stuff, deathbed confessions/secrets revealed, implied stillbirth, implied marital rape, implied incest (father/daughter), implied attempted infanticide, Mary is not treated well.

WC: 3.1k

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Dean

“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean grunts as Sam swallows him down and tangles his hands in Sam’s hair, encouraging him to bob up and down on his cock. It’s the first time they’ve been together properly since returning home. Claire’s been especially clingy, wanting to spend all her time with him, and he wishes that she were more like Y/N in that regard, not pushing for any additional attention from Sam.

The feeling of Sam’s tongue around his cock and the obscene moans coming from Sam’s pretty little mouth makes Dean want to cum right down his throat, but he won’t, not until his baby brother’s been taken care of as well. Dean’s mouth waters as he watches Sam’s free hand disappear into his trousers, and notices the unmistakable movement of him stroking himself to hardness.

“Please, De,” Sam groans, popping off Dean’s cock. “Need you.”

“Not yet, baby boy,” Dean tsks, pulling Sam up to his feet, planting a rough kiss on his brother's lips, and replacing Sam’s hand with his own. Dean’s thumb rubs against Sam’s slit, and he uses his other hand to rid Sam of his trousers. A dull thud fills the room as Sam’s pants fall to the floor, before Dean’s rips off his shirt, exposing Sam’s toned and taut chest. Dean can’t help but let out a sigh of appreciation as he takes in his brother’s gorgeous body.

He plants kisses around Sam’s neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a number of marks, showing everyone who Sam belongs to. Dean makes his way down Sam’s chest, until he’s on his knees taking Sam’s leaking cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around Sam’s length, swallowing him down, hollowing his cheeks, until he can feel Sam at the back of his throat.

“Please, daddy,” Sam moans, and Dean’s cock gets even harder at the use of his new nickname. Dean’s hands make their way towards Sam’s puckered hole, rubbing it for a few moments before pushing in a single finger. Sam never needed much prep, and today is no different, but Dean loves working him open. He slides another finger in, scissoring Sam open, and sucking even harder on his cock until Sam is coming hot and salty down Dean’s throat.

Dean swallows down Sam’s seed, letting him go with a pop, before rising to his feet and planting his lips on Sam’s, letting Sam taste himself on Dean’s tongue. Sam’s needy, whiney, and exactly where Dean wants him, and he can’t wait much longer to sink his cock into his baby brother.

“How y’want it, Sammy?” Dean grunts, wrapping his hand around Sam’s cock again, stroking him back to hardness.

“Wanna see you.”

“On your back and spread your legs f’me,” Dean whispers as he walks Sam backwards towards the bed. “Show me that needy little hole a’yours.”

Dean kneels at the edge of the bed between Sam’s legs where he’s completely exposed. He leans forward to lick at Sam’s hole and pushes in two fingers. Once Sam’s ready and loose, Dean wets his palm and strokes his cock, standing up to guide himself into Sam.

“Please, daddy,” Sam begs again as Dean pushes in the tip of his cock, relishing in the feeling of his brother finally wrapped around him again.

“Y’want daddy to fuck you, baby boy?” Dean teases, leaning over Sam, his breath hot on his face. “Tell daddy how much you wan’ it, Sammy.”

“Please, daddy, need you to fuck me, make me yours.”

“So needy, baby,” Dean starts thrusting hard and deep into Sam. “S’too bad you aren’t a girl, then I coulda started breeding you years ago.” Sam moans at Dean’s words, clenching around his cock. “Keep you full of my cum, watch you grow round over and over again. We wouldn’t have to take on those whores as wives.”

In a swift move, Dean pulls out of Sam and sits back at the head of the bed, beckoning Sam forward with a flick of his finger. Sam’s eyes are lust blown as he crawls on all fours towards Dean. Dean expects him to climb on top of him, but instead Sam takes Dean’s cock in his mouth again, kissing the tip before swallowing him down. Dean lets out a sigh, there isn’t anything much better than Sam wrapped around him, whether it’s his mouth or ass, the only thing that comes close is Y/N’s tight little pussy, but even then, he’ll take his brother over those useless bitches any day. Claire, though, isn’t completely useless, she’s done her duty, at least.

Once Sam’s got Dean’s cock nice and wet, he climbs into Dean’s lap, jerks his cock once more before guiding it towards his hole. Dean reaches for Sam, grabbing his ass as he encourages Sam to ride him; nothing beats a needy slut riding his cock, whether it’s Sam, Y/N, Claire or Jo. Sam’s riding his cock like there’s no tomorrow, as if this may be the last time that they are together.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean moans as he feels Sam squeeze around him, sees his baby brother’s cock hardening once again. "C'mon baby boy, show me how bad you want it."

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Don't Speak, Part 20

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John’s death.

Warnings: confessions, non-con touching, threats, fearful reader, implied m/m sex, implied non-con, pregnancy

WC: 2.8k

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You find Adam waiting for you in your room when you enter. Your head is reeling. He isn’t the father of your baby. He’d all but told you he was, why would he lie to you? Why would he let you believe for well over a month that he, not one of the brothers, was the one to put a child in your belly.

He smiles when he catches sight of you, the two of you have been quietly carrying on since the brothers returned. But it’s not happiness that fills you when you see him, only anger and betrayal. You can’t control your hand as it connects with his cheek as he enters your space.

“You lied to me,” you accuse, your hand flying again, unsure of where your newfound boldness has come from. “You told me that the baby was yours.”

“I thought–” Adam tries stopping your hand in the air. “I was doing it for you, Y/N.”

“I’m not some fragile little girl, Adam,” you spit out, yanking your hand away from his grip. You’d never speak to Sam or Dean in such a way, for fear of retaliation, but Adam wouldn’t hurt you, not physically and certainly not intentionally. “I’ve been through more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know,” Adam’s face softens. “That’s why– I didn’t lie, Y/N. I just– I didn’t correct you. You were so happy, and with what happened with your last pregnancy– John told me to make sure that once you became pregnant, to do whatever it takes to keep you healthy. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You feel the heat fill your cheeks, maybe Adam chose to ignore all the signs that were in front of him all this time. He must’ve thought it odd, a prominent figure such as John Winchester hiring someone to impregnate his daughter-in-law, but maybe the promise of money, something Adam’s family was desperate for, made him look the other way.

“I wish it was mine, kitten,” Adam whispers, pulling you closer to him, and resting his hand on your bump. “And if you asked me to take you away from here, I would. It wouldn’t be some grand life–”

“I can’t leave, Adam,” you scoff. He didn’t understand, no matter who your baby belonged to you were, for now and forever, even more so than before, tied to the Winchesters. “Sam’s my husband– Dean– Claire– they’re my family now. What kind of wife would I be if I left? I don’t have anyone here except for them, I haven’t seen or heard from my parents in nearly a year, they could be dead for all I know.”

Adam nods as if he understands, but he can’t, not really. He may not know his father, but he still had his mother.

“So the baby’s Sam’s,” you state matter-of-factly, if Adam didn’t know about your relationship with Dean or John, you didn’t want to tell him, at least not this way.

Adam’s face scrunches. “Sam can’t be the father of your baby.” Maybe he knew more than he let on.

“How– how could you know that?”

“John–” your eyebrows furrow at Adam's casual use of John’s name. Very few people dared to call John by his name, even in his death he was still a man of high stature, and it felt wrong to hear someone outside the family refer to him with such familiarity. Bobby was the only member of the staff who dared to call him anything other than Mr. Winchester.

“When he hired me, he said he suspected that Sam couldn’t have children. Said that something happened to Sam when he was a baby, said he was cursed. I– I don’t know anything about curses, but there’s no good reason that a healthy man of his age should have issues impregnating his wife. Did John tell you to fuck someone else so that Sam could have an heir?” Adam questions gently.

“I’m theirs,” you mumble, “I’m their wife. I’m the one they chose.”

“Theirs?”

“Sam’s. Dean’s. John’s,” you can’t meet Adam’s eyes, too ashamed to admit that you’ve let yourself be used by the Winchesters for the last year.

“Were you– have all of them been sleeping with you?” Adam asks, taking a step towards you. You nod your head. “How long?”

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91 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

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