#well i turned 21 and it got worse still

[just-your-average-tangerine]

Doing real bad folks

[justagalwhowrites]

Oral Fixation - A TLOU One Shot

It's your boyfriend Joel's birthday but what do you give the man who has given you so much? AKA You learn how to give Joel a blow job. A one-shot set in the Lavender universe.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

CW: Oral sex, mild age gap (Joel is turning 33, reader is 21 almost 22), mild description of past sexual encounter involving oral sex that wasn't the best, Joel is almost disturbingly happy because he hasn't been traumatized yet RIP trauma-free Joel, unprotected P in V sex, no use of Y/N, 18+ only minors DNI

Length: 4.5k

A/N: The final part of the Joel Miller Birthday Celebration! Can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's nanny and has been seeing Joel for about six months.

Masterlist | Lavender Masterlist | AO3

September, 2000

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you said, all but clinging to Cassie’s arm as the two of you made your way through the adult store. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting but it wasn’t this, neon colored silicone penises and intimidatingly tiny scraps of lace everywhere you looked. 

“And I can’t believe you don’t own a vibrator,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be such a prude, with the way you and the DILF go at it I’m pretty sure you’ve had more sex than I have at this point.” 

Your cheeks got hot but… she was probably right. You and Joel had sex a LOT. So much that it was hard to believe that, just six months earlier, you’d still been a virgin. Sure, you doubted that sex with anyone else was even half as good as it was with Joel but it felt like you’d been denying yourself a whole world of good things because you’d been reluctant to make that leap for so long. Now, you wanted to make up for lost time, something that Joel was happy to oblige. 

But, because you were so new to it, you didn’t really know much and, what’s worse, you didn’t know what you didn’t know. 

Which is why you’d turned to Cassie in the first place. Joel’s birthday was coming up and you’d drawn a complete blank on what to get the man. You’d never gotten anyone a birthday gift who wasn’t your grandmother or your friend. What the hell did you get a boyfriend? What the hell did you get a man? 

“You, naked, ready to recreate the filthiest porn the guy’s got,” Cassie said, not even looking up from the latest issue of Cosmo as she did. “And, because it’s you, bake him a cake or something. He’ll be thrilled.” 

“I don’t know that Joel watches porn,” you crinkled your nose. That made her look up. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked, incredulous. “Babes. He’s a man. Of course he watches porn.” 

“I’m sure he would if things were different,” you said. “But he has a kid at home, we have to fight for privacy, I don’t think he’s exactly sitting down and putting on some…” 

“He is,” she said, closing the magazine now. “I promise you, he is. Maybe less now that you’re in the picture but he definitely is. Stashed under his bed or in some shoebox at the back of his closet is a pile of all his dirtiest fantasies and all you have to do is gift wrap yourself, ready to fulfill them.” 

So you might have done some snooping the next time you were at Joel’s before he got home from work. 

Maybe. 

Just a little. 

And yeah, Cassie might have been right. There might have been a box - one a bit bigger than a shoebox but not much bigger - that had tapes and magazines inside. You took a quick inventory, looking at the covers of the videos and flipping through the pages of the more well-worn magazines. 

It seemed both invasive and oddly impersonal, rifling through something that was mass produced and clearly not intended for you to see but was something that it seemed like you should know. The women in the magazines and on the covers of the tapes were so much more… everything than you were. More sexy, more confident, more knowledgable. It made your stomach twist. 

Was this what Joel really wanted? He was older than you and you’d been a late bloomer in the romance department. Of course he had more experience but he’d never made it sound like anything was missing from your sex life. But maybe he was just being nice. Maybe what he really wanted was something more like whatever someone named Candy was doing on the back of this VHS sleeve. 

It seemed like the least you could do for Joel was find a way to give him what he wanted.

So Cassie had convinced you to come to this store to figure out something to do for him for his birthday. Not that you had much idea what that would be. 

“What’s his favorite color?” She asked, examining the tiny scraps of lace. 

“Forest green?” You asked more than answered, examining something that you were pretty sure was a bra but seemed to be missing some key components. You were about to move on to something else when one of the movies playing on the opposite wall caught your eye. It was one of the actresses from the tapes at Joel’s, you recognized her. She was looking hungrily at a cock before taking it into her mouth, eyes closed in bliss with a satisfied groan. 

Cassie noticed where you were staring and joined you, smirking a little. 

“Like watching someone get their dick sucked, eh?” She teased, elbowing you lightly. 

You glared at her. 

“I just…” You looked back at the screen. “I think Joel has that video.” 

“Really?” She said, brows raised, looking back at the screen as the woman started to slide up and down the thick cock. “Well, that’s simple enough. Just blow him, wham bam thank you ma’am, you’re set.” 

“I don’t…” 

“Oh don’t tell me you suck him off too much as it is,” she said. “Your sex life is already insufferably perfect.” 

“No,” you said, defensive, your cheeks getting hot. “I just…” 

“Just what?” She asked when you stayed quiet a bit too long. 

“I’ve never… done that,” you said, looking back at the screen as the woman there hollowed out her cheeks and moaned. 

“What!” Cassie yelped and you shushed her as the other people in the store turned to stare. “You’ve never…” 

“Not with Joel,” you said quickly. “I did once with a guy but it didn’t go great and I really didn’t like it and honestly I think Joel might be too big to…” 

“Too big?” She grabbed your arm, her eyes wide. “Babes, you said he was big but like… what do you mean too big? Gimme a ballpark, like…” she tugged you over to a wall of remarkably life-like dildos and pointed to one on the larger end. “That big?” 

“No,” you said and she looked relieved for a moment before you pointed to one that was even bigger. “More like that one.” 

Cassie’s jaw dropped, looking between you and the silicone dick in awe. 

“That’s what the DILF is packing?” 

“Can you please not call him that?” 

“You big slut!” She was practically beaming. “Taking that for your first time? You deserve a medal!”

“Can we just…” 

“That’s it, you’re sucking his dick for his birthday,” she said, grabbing flavored lube, throat numbing spray and a copy of the tape that was playing overhead. “As often as he apparently goes down on you? Seems like the least you can do is return the favor as he turns… what, 47?” 

You glared at her and she smirked at you. 

“33,” you said. 

“And you don’t want me to call him a DILF,” she said, grabbing a surprisingly conservative set of lingerie and a small vibrator on her way to the counter. “Come on, we’ll turn you into an oral champ before you know it!”

You watched the video with Cassie that night after you had half a bottle of cheap wine in your system. The woman on screen seemed so… into it. The one time you’d gone down on someone was the summer before you left for college, going out with a boy you met at the movie theater when you took the kids you were babysitting there to see Hercules. He was cute, nice, didn’t carry the baggage a lot of the boys you’d gone to high school with did. On your fourth date, you were making out in his car and he’d nudged your head down lower and lower until it was in his lap. He pulled his cock out and you cautiously, hesitantly, took him in your mouth and you did try to do what you thought he wanted while taking it slow. But it didn’t take long before he was moaning and thrusting up into your mouth and you gagged as he pushed your head down further on his dick. You’d all but ripped yourself away, coughing and sputtering, and he half heartedly apologized before trying to push your head to his lap again. You didn’t go for it that time and he took you home. You didn’t go out with him again, deciding to write off men until you were away at college and hopefully meeting one who was fine with you doing things like not sucking their dick. 

Which, Joel was. Or seemed to be, anyway. But if he enjoyed it - if it felt like it was something that was missing from your sex life - you wanted to give it to him. He’d given you so much, you wanted to give him everything. You just needed to figure out how to do it. 

After you giggled your way through the video the first time, you started it again as Cassie gave you some tips: How to breathe through your nose, how to swallow around your gag reflex, how to use your tongue, how guys liked when you choked on it a little. It felt almost like you were in class, taking notes on a piece of scratch paper you mentally vowed to set on fire after you practiced a little with a cucumber so no one had to know that you needed someone to teach you this stuff, stuff that seemed like it should come naturally to you. 

“Just use the throat spray, use the lube and breathe through your nose,” she said when she left to go home the next morning. “You’ll have him eating out of your hand.” 

“Right,” you said, trying to ignore the tight knot of nerves that had settled in your stomach. “I can do it.” 

You carefully selected a Joel-sized cucumber at the grocery store and tried to not feel like an idiot as you followed Cassie’s advice as you practiced leading into Joel’s birthday. It wasn’t as bad when there wasn’t someone shoving your head down on their lap though it still wasn’t your favorite thing. But for Joel? You’d deal. 

The day you were going to celebrate his birthday, the reality of it set in. If there was one thing you were an expert in by now, it was your boyfriend’s cock and your boyfriend’s cock was… big. What if the throat spray didn’t work as well when you weren’t the one in control of what was going in your mouth? Worse, what if you were just bad at it? What if he had an ex who was as good at sucking him off as that porn star would be and you’d be struggling to measure up the whole time? 

You were rarely nervous with Joel anymore but you were weirdly nervous as you made him dinner - chicken fried steak - and tried to not let it show as the two of you ate together and had drinks and cake while watching Alien in his living room after. 

“You spoil me way too damn much, baby,” Joel said as your head was nestled against his chest, his lips in your hair. You could feel him smile against you as he kissed you there. “Best birthday I’ve had in years, thank you.” 

“Well, I might have one more thing for you,” you said, sitting up from him and smiling a little, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Really?” He cocked a smile at you, his cheek dimpling. “Does it involve you naked?” 

“It might,” you teased, relaxing a little as you looked at him. This was Joel, the safest man you knew, the person you loved more than any other. It would be OK. “Want to go to your room and find out?” 

“Good luck stoppin’ me,” he winked, getting up and helping you off the couch. Once you were up stairs, the two of you kissed your way down the hall but he moaned as you pulled away from him and nudged him back toward the bed. 

“Just stay put,” you said. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Not goin’ anywhere,” he called as you disappeared into his bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, forcing yourself to take a deep, calming breath before going to his linen cupboard and pulling out the throat spray, lube and lingerie you’d stashed away earlier. You used the spray first, wincing at the antiseptic-like taste of it, before you quickly stripped, balling up your sundress and bra and pulling on the deep green lacy babydoll set Cassie had picked for you. As you examined yourself in the mirror - fluffing your hair and adjusting your breasts in the sheer cups - you gave your best friend this much: she knew how to help make you comfortable. The set wasn’t too revealing or over the top but still highlighted your curves and put all the parts of you Joel seemed to like best on display. 

“Thank you, Cassie,” you muttered before taking a deep breath and steeling yourself, the strawberry flavored lube clutched tight in your hand. You looked your reflection in the eye and tried to get lost in the almost-porn star version of yourself in the mirror. 

“You got this,” you said almost silently, giving yourself a single, resolute nod before going for Joel’s room again. 

He was sitting obediently where you’d left him, watching the bathroom door. You draped yourself against the frame, popping a hip out to accentuate your curves, one arm stretched high over your head against the wood. Joel’s mouth dropped open, his eyes going wide. 

“Like what you see?” You asked more confidently then you felt. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he said reverently. “Gonna gimme a heart attack, looking that damn good.” 

“Well don’t go dropping dead on me now,” you teased, walking toward him in what you hoped was a sexy way and not something that made you look like an idiot. “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.” 

He put his hands on your waist when you reached him but, instead of straddling him, you reached down and spread his legs so you could step between them. You knelt in front of him, holding his gaze as you did, reaching for his jeans to open them. 

“What…” he frowned, looking down as you freed his cock, thick and long and hard. 

“Told you,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sultry and not nervous. “I had something for you.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you licked his shaft from root to tip, his skin velvet smooth and salty on your tongue. He groaned as you did and you took a deep breath as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking him gently as you did. 

Even just that was a lot and, as your tongue teased him, you squeezed some of the flavored lube into your hand before you spread it over his shaft, working him with your hand, your heart racing. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you started taking more of him into your mouth, licking and sucking and trying to focus on breathing through your nose as you did. It took more time than you really wanted to get all of him in your mouth, swallowing past your numbed gag reflex as best you could to take his length into your throat. You moaned as you did, sucking him hard, hollowing your cheeks like the girl in the video had done and he moaned, too, his fingers tightening on the edge of the bed. “Goddamn, your mouth…” 

You would have smiled at that if your mouth wasn’t open so wide. Instead, you started trying to work his cock the same way you did the cucumber in practice, hopefully the same way the girl did in the video he had. 

Joel’s breaths started coming quicker, needy little pants dripping from his lips as his cock dripped in your mouth and you took the encouragement, trying to move faster as you did, trying to take him as deep as you could every time. 

But Joel was big and you were almost positive he was getting bigger as you worked him, his cock swelling even further, his precome salty at the back of your throat, and the faster you moved the harder he was to take. Eventually, even with the spray, it was too much and you choked, coughing and gagging enough that you had to pull back from him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

“Woah, you alright?” He asked, leaning forward and frowning at you, still a little breathless as he did. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you nodded, trying to keep yourself from coughing, massaging your throat as you did. “Sorry, I just…” 

“Don’t apologize, baby, goddamn,” he laughed once. “Not after doin’ all that for me…” 

You smiled a little sheepishly, feeling like you could breathe again. But the numb feeling at the back of your throat was gone. 

“I can do it again,” you said, sitting back on your heels. “I just… I got some throat spray and I just need to…” 

Joel’s eyebrows knitted together, frowning deeper this time. 

“Throat spray?”

You nodded. 

“It’s numbing?” You said, almost like it was a question. “I hadn’t really done this much before and I really wanted to do it like…” 

“Like what?” He asked and your eyes went wide. Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that part. “Like what, baby?” 

“Like the woman in one of the videos in your closet?” You said sheepishly, your heart pounding, everything else coming out in a rush. “I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t figure out what to get you for your birthday and Cassie suggested finding out what porn you liked and trying to recreate it so I might have looked through some of your things, I promise it was just to surprise you and give you what you wanted and…” 

“Baby,” he cut you off gently, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “Hey, it’s OK, c’mere.” He tugged you up on the bed beside him and you kept your eyes determinedly on your hands. “Think you can look at me?” 

You took a deep breath but listened, gnawing on your lower lip as you did. 

“There are those pretty eyes of yours,” he smiled a little, cupping your cheek. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate the thought - don’t think any woman’s ever done something like that for me - but honey, I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do. I really don’t want to do something that’s rough enough on your body that you gotta numb yourself to get through it.” 

You frowned. 

“But you go down on me…” 

“Yeah, because I like to,” he said. “Like seein’ what I can do to you but that doesn’t mean you have to do it back to me, not unless you want to. And if you do want to, you don’t need to do it so hard that you hurt yourself. It’s not good for me if it’s not good for you, too.” 

You took a deep, steadying breath, and nodded. 

“Besides,” he smiled a little. “Haven’t needed those videos in a while. Honestly, I kinda forgot I even still had ‘em.” 

You scoffed. 

“Hey, I’m being serious,” he said. “Haven’t used ‘em since you and I got together, that’s for damn sure. And for a few months before that I may or may not have had better luck thinkin’ about this sexy nanny I had working for me…” 

“Oh really?” You teased lightly, heat taking the place of the nerves in your stomach. 

“Really,” he said, almost unsettlingly earnest. “I’ve been yours for a while, baby. And that’s because I love you, don’t have a damn thing to do with what you do in bed.” 

You smiled softly and kissed him, his lips gentle on yours for a moment before it deepened, turning hot and needy. 

Joel tugged you back on the bed with him, one hand splaying wide over your back, the other slipping into the soft lace of your lingerie to cup your breast. But, before you got too distracted, you pulled back from him, making him frown a little. 

“But what if I want to,” you said, biting your lip again. 

His frown deepened. 

“Want to what?” 

“Suck your cock,” you said, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks got. 

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his eyes darkening. 

“Because I do want to,” you said. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.” 

“You sure?” He asked. “Because I know I can be… a lot to take.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Think I know how big your cock is, Joel. And I know what I want.” 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, lying on his back, freeing his cock and stroking it as he did. “Gotta take it easy and let me help.” 

You nodded eagerly before settling near his hips, taking his length in your hand and stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his leaking tip. When you looked at him now, you weren’t intimidated. Instead, you were hungry for him, wanting to feel him deep inside you in a different way, your mouth watering with it. 

You lowered yourself over him, licking his head, your tongue wide and flat against him and Joel groaned, his fingers tightening in the blankets on the bed. You took a moment to really experience him, the taste of him, the heady concentration of the scent of him in the thatch of coarse hair at his base, the tender softness of his skin. It shouldn’t have been surprising but you wanted more, more of all of it. 

So you took more, his tip disappearing into your mouth slow and easy. 

“Fuck, there you go baby,” he was damn near panting with need and you smiled a little around his intrusion, at what you were doing to him. “Nice and slow.” 

You moaned as you sank lower, easing more and more of him into your mouth before rising up and then taking a little more of him, your tongue pressed tight to his shaft as you did again and again. 

And then he was at the back of your throat, no longer numbed, and you tried to do what Cassie had told you to do: Swallow him past your gag reflex to get all of him inside. 

It worked, at first, your lips making it almost to the base of his shaft as he groaned. But it didn’t last, your body quickly trying to reject the thick heft of him in your throat, making you gag. This time, though you didn’t try and force it, pulling back quickly but leaving his head in your mouth. 

“You OK?” He asked, his voice strained, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head. You just nodded, his tip still in your mouth. “Here, gimme your hand.” 

You obeyed and Joel guided your fingers to the base of his shaft. 

“Just…” you could hear the desperation in his voice. “Hold on like that, don’t gotta take it all. Feel the most at the tip, anyway.” 

You nodded and worked your way lower again, a little faster this time, adjusting your grip so you were still taking most of him into your mouth but not quite hitting your gag reflex. Joel’s breaths grew sharper, more desperate and you could feel him straining to hold back from fucking up into you and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of power at that, the way you could make him almost lose himself to pleasure. 

You started to work him faster, your tongue pressing and curling around him, your mouth working in tandem with your hand. It wasn’t long before you found your rhythm over him, rising and falling, sucking and licking, savoring every inch of him you could take. And even though you were focused on making Joel feel good, it was making you tight and needy, too, the hand not around his cock finding your slit, fingers trailing through the wetness that had grown there. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Takin’ me so well, baby, doin’ so damn good.” 

You moaned, working him harder, faster as your fingers grew firmer on your clit and you suddenly, desperately, needed all of him in your mouth, gag reflex be damned. 

So you took all of him, moaning as his head slipped into your throat, sucking him hard and fast and you felt him twitch in your mouth before he all but ripped you away from him, leaving you stunned for a moment. 

But then he damn near jumped between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You gasped at the stretch of him, your pussy already tightening around him. Joel’s hips snapped into yours just as fast as you’d been sucking him before. 

“Ain’t gonna last,” he said, burying his face in your neck and kissing the delicate skin there. “Too fuckin’ good at that, Jesus…” 

You could only moan in response, your own orgasm building quickly, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, your pussy drawing tight around him for a second before you fell apart. Your orgasm was so powerful you couldn’t move, crying out with the force of it as Joel fucked into you twice more before he came, too, pressing himself deep inside as he spilled into you.

Joel collapsed, spent, on top of you after, still fully clothed and panting for breath as you held him close. 

“Holy shit baby,” he said eventually, still a little breathless. 

You laughed quietly. 

“Did I measure up to the video?” You teased. 

He pulled back from you, looking you over for a moment, like he was trying to tell if you were joking or not. 

“Think you know the answer to that,” he said, kissing you gently as he slid himself from you and lay beside you. He tugged you against him as he settled, tucking your head against his chest. “But in case it wasn’t clear, yeah. You beat ever damn porno I ever watched, ain’t even close.” 

You smiled, proud. 

“Good,” you said. “Because… I liked doing that.” 

You felt him lift his head to look at you before dropping back down to the bed. 

“Really?” 

“Yup,” you said, tracing your fingers over the outline of his pecs through his shirt. “Think I’ll want to do it again.”

“Sure as hell won’t get any arguments from me.” 

“There is a downside, though,” you said, sitting up just enough to look at him. 

“What’s that?” He frowned and you smiled. 

“Now I’m going to have to figure out what the hell to get you for your birthday next year.” 

He laughed and tucked you back against his chest. 

“Just keep givin’ me you, baby,” he said. “Doesn’t get any better than that.” 

A/N: I missed Joel and Doc so I wrote this. Thanks for reading them even more than a year after Lavender ended.

Happy birthday, Joel!

Love you all!

[dyingswanpavlova]

Sunshine Of Your Love

Part 1

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x Gi-hun's daughter!Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Gap (Reader is in her early to mid-twenties, Sang-woo is in his mid to late-forties), I will mention warnings in each chapter, but I think in this one there are none so far.

Author's note: I'm still working on Chapter 21 of Your girl, but it might take me a little while to figure it out. Until then, this crossed my mind, based on this request. I love you, guys. 🤍

Divider by @saradika

Cho Sang-woo never considered himself a good person, but there are some lines he isn't willing to cross. He wouldn't ever corrupt someone as trusting and loving as you are. And yet, his feelings for you are getting more and more...complicated.

Cho Sang-woo was many things – a traitor, a liar, sometimes even a coward. But a sleazeball was not one of them.

So, he found himself more than a little troubled, the first time that weird feeling welled up in his chest. Looking back, he had always been a good friend to Seong Gi-hun. During the days of their childhood and their teenage years, he was an honest friend, who more often than not pulled him out of all sorts of complications. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t throw it in his face, either. That’s just not what friends do.

Things went rather smoothly for him, also. He was the darling child after all. Going to university wasn’t exactly something everyone from his neighborhood had managed. But he, he had done it. He finished his studies and he became someone.

What never changed though, was his firm politeness. He respected everyone. His elders, his mother, his old friend Gi-hun.

It didn’t matter how jealous he got of him at times. Not everyone was sought out for a happy family life. He knew that now.

Whenever he watched Gi-hun interact with his wife, every time he met them somewhere or he visited them for a nice, relaxed dinner, he found himself staring. And dreaming.

What could have been?

The way his wife would lightly scold him or nudge him, laugh at his jokes even though they weren’t anything close to funny. The way he got to cradle his little daughter in his arms.

They were fairly young when they had their first and only child. A beautiful little girl, with sparkling eyes and lips twisted in either mischief or kindness. There was no in-between.

The visits, however, became less and less frequent by the time he turned twenty-five. He was close to finishing his studies and his friend, anyhow, seemed caught in his own world. He didn’t need him, right? He had his own perfection created around him, a vision of tranquility and peace.

Until the divorce came.

Sang-woo wasn’t exactly happy about it. It was more a quiet kind of relief. And whenever he caught himself having that feeling, he immediately felt awful afterwards. Like he was the world’s greatest scum. Which he, kind of, was. He knew that. He admitted it to himself. And he hated himself, just the same.

Of course he was there for Gi-hun. He squeezed his shoulder and assured him, he’d get them back. He’d lend him money every so often. Gi-hun even spent quite some time crashing on his couch, before eventually he moved back in with his mother.

Anything to stop the guilt. Anything.

He loved his friend. And he hated himself, because he reveled in his misery.

What kind of friend would do that?

These thoughts were the first of the kind that showed him that he wasn’t really a good person.

There were things he did. He tried to donate money whenever he could, he took care of his mother and overall everything of which he thought a decent man should do.

But it wasn’t enough, was it?

Years passed, almost two decades even, but his guilt stayed firmly in place. With every mean, bad, deranged thought he had, he felt worse. Something was wrong with him. It had to be. He was a man in his prime, he was successful, he wasn’t bad-looking – So, why was he still alone?

He was charming. Every woman he met blinked at him with the same look, mercilessly flirting with him. He could tell when they did, when they swung their hips and smiled over something not quite funny he said.

So, what exactly was stopping him from ever flirting back?

There had been a few embarrassing attempts of course. Returning a smile, a lingering touch. Nothing ever felt right to him, though.

He had relations, physically so. Every now and then and whenever he felt like it. But there wasn’t much to say about that. He didn’t speak with these women, because they all had the same thing in mind. Nothing deep, nothing real, nothing complicated.

It was enough to keep him satisfied for a while. But at some point into his career – the point when everything went to shit, most likely – he wanted more. The release he found did nothing to feed his soul, the encounters not more than a mere exchange of spit and sweat.

It didn’t feel right. He wanted someone to laugh at his jokes. To dab his chin with a napkin, when he was entirely oblivious to the sauce on it and kept making a fool of himself. He wanted them to lean on him, to trust him. He wanted to take care of them. Make someone smile.

Make someone whole.

And for them to make him whole again.

It wasn’t until nineteen years after he finished his studies that he had this chilling encounter. It had been a long day at work, doing God-knows-what, because he was slowly losing count. His life was spiraling upside down and every day he made decisions which might not only cost him his career, but maybe even his life. His integrity was as good as gone.

He wanted nothing more than to see his mother. Something about being close to her, made him feel grounded. She was his conscience in a way. Whenever he felt like he was the worst human alive, she had this way of making him feel like he wasn’t. The kindness in her eyes didn’t vanish, not for him, not for anyone else. The way she spoke of him with such fondness and pride made him equally sad as it made him feel hopeful.

Maybe there was something good to him. Something useful, something kind.

He made his way through the light drizzle. The clouds had made a way of being thick and unyielding, matching his state of mind quite well. He didn’t mind the darkness, he didn’t even mind the cold. He simply pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and hid his face deep in the collar of his coat.

The streets were nearly empty, there wasn’t much going on. Most people preferred warmth and security. He, for one, felt safe in the shadows. Sometimes he felt like he was no more than a shadow himself. It was an odd thought to have, but it summed his entire being up quite well. No one really looked twice at him – at least not, when they didn’t think they could get some gain out of him. But what could he possibly give anyone?

He was polite, yes. Kind, so it seemed. But his mind was a dark place, tormented by years of guilt-ridden thoughts and loneliness.

His head perked up when, instead of only his mother’s humming and her polite squabble, he heard laughter. Hearty, melodic laughter. Was that his mother?

His mother had always been a rather lovely person to be around. He hadn’t ever met anyone who didn’t immediately adore her quick wit and warm smile. She was everything that he wasn’t.

But still, when he saw the silhouette of someone else beside her behind the counter, babbling out silly jokes, he paused for a moment. His mother worked alone, it had always been like this. She was as diligent as anyone could be, especially for her age. He felt relieved though, maybe she had finally taken his words to heart and hired someone to help her out. Not always. Just a few hours every week.

He approached her little shop with slow, measured steps and a slow smile formed on his face.

“Eomma?”

The elderly woman stilled in her movement, though her chest still heaved in heavy amusement and she had a hard time catching her breath. She spun around and her eyes lit up in affection and warmth.

“Sang-woo-ya, adeul.” She circled the counter within seconds and hugged him in a way that knocked the air out of his lungs. He gently wrapped his arms around her and his smile widened a fraction.

“Mother.” He murmured. “Forgive me. It’s been a while.”

She pulled back and shot him a look that was half teasing, half scolding. “Quite a while!” She then gave his shoulder a gentle nudge and turned to the other person behind the counter.

“Aga-ya, I’m sure you must remember my son.”

He followed her gaze and then suddenly…

You.

His eyes widened impossibly behind his glasses, when he caught sight of you. You were no longer the cheeky little brat he had gifted kilograms of sweets. This was impossible. It was untrue.

He recognized your features – your eyes and the way they shone with a little twinkle of mischief, but there was something else, something far bigger.

Warmth. Kindness.

The warmth radiating off of you was nearly enough to make him stare. You were beautiful, but that was no surprise. It had been years since he had last seen you, but even then he knew, you’d be quite the sight once you grew up. And that you had.

He had never, never looked at you with anything but something akin to fatherly admiration – and the small amount of guilt and jealousy that always lingered in his mind, because he desired what Gi-hun had. A family. A purpose. A life.

Even in that moment he didn’t have any lewd thoughts, God forbid. You were just beautiful.

Painfully much so.

“My God-“

“Samchon!”

The way you rushed forward and hugged him like a storm cloud was almost enough to knock him over. He couldn’t help but laugh, as he wrapped his arms around you and held you just as tightly. The sweet scent of shampoo and perfume filled his nostrils, combined with the faint hint of fish of course. He didn’t mind the fish. He never had.

“What on Earth?” He murmured. “Why aren’t you in the U.S.?”

When you pulled back and looked up at him with those shiny eyes and that wide grin, he felt something odd in his chest. Something fiercely protective.

“I was.” You responded in the sweetest voice. “My mother and step-father are still there. Didn’t Appa tell you? I’m going to SNU.”

His eyes widened even more and he needed a moment to understand the meaning behind your words. “But weren’t you going to Columbia?”

The softness in your smile nearly made him melt. “That’s just not where I belong.”

He stared at you for a moment longer, completely dumbfounded, when his mother’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I know you just came, but I’m sure there’s a storm coming up. Would you take her home?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course. But what about you?”

She shook her head. “I need to finish a few things.”

Sang-woo frowned and tilted his head to the side. “No one’s buying anything when there’s a storm outside anyway.”

She tilted her chin up, almost challengingly. “Am I the parent or you?”

That made a fond smile cross his lips. “At least call me when you’re done. I’ll take you home.”

She returned the smile and kissed his cheek. “Go, go! And you – take this for your father and grandmother.”

When his mother handed you a bag with likely fish inside and you took it from her with a grateful nod, he was suddenly reminded that you were still there, still clinging to his one arm like a trusting child.

He watched as you gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and the way she watched you with a fondness which was normally spared for only him – and probably the grandchildren she’d most likely never have.

You slipped into your coat and grasped an umbrella from under the counter. He took it from you and opened it, covering you both with ease.

“Where’d you park?” You called out against the growing storm.

“Just down there.” He pointed to the parking lot. His car was the only one there left. He felt a pang of worry for his mother, but he knew how stubborn she was. He trusted her to call him at least.

You clung to him tightly, troubled to hide yourself away under the umbrella, while the small bag with fish swung around in the wind.

He shot you a concerned glance and made sure to take up as little space as possible. Half his face was getting soaked by the rain, but he didn’t mind, as long as it meant you wouldn’t catch a cold. A few moments later you thankfully got to his car. He unlocked it and held the door open for you, watching as you slid inside with little grace. You were shaking like a leaf and he made quick progress, closing the umbrella and swinging himself behind the steering wheel. He quickly turned the engine on and put the heater on high.

“What a plague.” You murmured as you held your hands up against the warmth.

He regarded you with a warm smile, before he pulled off his glasses and tried to wipe them clean.

You looked up and your face twisted in a mixture of surprise and concern. “You’re wet.”

That made him laugh. “Well, yes.”

Your smirk was contagious. “Don’t be such a smarty-pants, will you?”

“Smarty-pants? Did you learn that in New York?” He raised his brows and shot you a mock-scolding look. The way your smile softened made his heart soften as well. “I still can’t believe you’re back. So, you’re staying with your father?”

When you nodded, he released a soft sigh.

“What, he didn’t tell you?”

He regarded you with a soft look, before he put his glasses back on. “Not, because he wouldn’t care. We just…I haven’t spoken to him in a while.”

A look of concern crossed your face, while you watched him pull out of the parking lot. “But you’re still friends?”

“Yes, darling girl. We’re still friends.”

With a soft sigh, you sank back against the seat and grasped the bag in your hands softly.

“So, SNU.” He kept his gaze firmly locked onto the street. He barely even saw anything through the heavy rain. “What caused that? You always said Columbia is your dream.”

“I thought it was. But the States are…different.” You looked at his profile while you spoke in a softer tone. “The people are different. Their values and beliefs. I just felt like I was losing myself there. My roots. I barely even speak Korean anymore.”

He smirked almost imperceptibly. “Yes, I can hear that.”

You laughed at that. “Everyone always says you’re such a sweetheart, but I can see the menace in you.”

He smiled at your confidence. He had always admired it. Even as a little girl, you had been no less than a Sheriff, demanding respect.

“You didn’t change much.”

You shrugged. “I got older.”

He nearly rolled his eyes, but decided against it. Instead he kept his tone casual and polite. How could he banter with you, when he just now saw you again? “How old are you now? Like twenty-three?”

You nodded. “On the dot.”

He shot you a soft smile. “So, how have you been?”

“Exhausted, mostly. It’s a…demanding country. And you?”

You had never been shy. He loved that.

“Demanding?”

You nodded. “But isn’t every country?”

He shrugged and kept his eyes focused on the street, trying to see something through the haze of rain and darkness. He adjusted his slippery glasses every now and then, before he quickly brought both hands back to the steering wheel. “You’re too clever for your own good.”

“Does that surprise you?”

His brows shot up and he couldn’t hold back a huff of laughter. “You’re insufferable. You were always a brat, but it got far worse, now that you’re Miss America.”

You smiled a gentle smile. “I really missed you.”

You said it with such ease. With such trust. It made his heart ache. Here he was, withholding money and committing all kinds of crimes, while you looked at him with nothing short of warmth in your eyes. He didn’t hesitate to touch your hand, a brief and natural brush of your hands. It didn’t make him feel anything else but…home.

“I missed you, too. Your father was going insane without you.”

He heard the wistful sorrow in your voice when you sighed. “I hope you took good care of him.”

That made his brows rise in surprise and something else. Something softer. “Well, I…” But before he could come up with a response, you continued.

“He’s sillier than ever before.” You spoke with painful love and admiration in your quiet, smiling voice. “But I can see that he’s sad. Heartbroken even. I…I didn’t mean to hurt him like that.”

His forehead creased into a frown and he took his gaze off the street in front of you, to regard you with a careful look. “It wasn’t your choice to leave. He knows that. He knows that you would have stayed if you could have. But you were just a child.”

You nodded. “But still. He needed me. And I wasn’t there.”

He slowly returned his gaze to the road. “You needed him just as much.” He murmured.

After a long, heavy silence, you cleared your throat and glanced at him with the same, soft smile that so-often grazed your lips. “I’ve been talking about myself all the time. What about you? My father said your business has been going greater than ever. Is that true?”

A tight knot formed in his stomach as he tried to think of a response. Lying to you felt like an impossible deed. Not because you would have seen through it, but because you were simply so trusting – and he didn’t want to take advantage of that. You viewed him as nothing but good, as you did everyone…when he was so incredibly far from it.

“Ups and downs here and there, but all in all it’s a steady bet.” He murmured.

“I’m glad.” After a beat, you added: “And how have you been aside from that?”

He exhaled slowly through his nose, thinking about it. The last time someone asked how he was and actually meant it, was so long it the past, it might as well have been a dream.

“I’m good. I’m good, darling girl. Thank you.”

The way your brows crinkled showed your concern and how you saw through his weak lie. But you couldn’t just quite accuse him of lying, right?

“I’m glad.” You said again, softer this time, all the while you never took your eyes off him. “You deserve to be happy.”

The words were so simple and yet they made him feel as though someone had just kicked him right in the chest. His grip tightened ever so slightly on the steering wheel. “You’re always so kind.” He said quietly. “Too kind.”

You frowned in response. “There’s a thing such as too kind?”

He smiled and shot you a soft look, relaxing his grip again. You were so stubborn, so willful, so much trouble at times and yet –

You were good. Undeniable. An undying truth. You were good.

Too good for him or anyone else for that matter. Even too good for your own father. The protectiveness he felt didn’t come quiet and gentle, it was an angry force that dragged him into the abyss of his own thoughts.

He had made so many mistakes in his life. But maybe he could make up for some of them if only he helped you to keep your light.

Without a word, he pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. He then turned to you with a soft, thoughtful look.

“Do you still like that one band so much?”

Your eyes lit up. “Arctic Monkeys? Oh, yes. I even saw them live at one point.”

His expression softened. He then reached out a hand and fumbled for something in the glove compartment of his car.

“Ah. Here it is.” He pulled out the CD cover and handed it to you. “I bought this for you. The songs are probably too old for your liking now, but well.”

Your fingers closed around the sleeve with a hesitation that was most uncommon in you. Your gaze fixed on the dark grey cover of the band you had adored for what was most of your life.

“You had this in here all this time?” You asked quietly, your eyes lighting up in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. Where did all this warmth come from? And how was it so contagious?

He smiled and shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was supposed to be a gift for your departure, but I didn’t make it in time.”

But your expression didn’t waver. Your gaze flicked from him to the cover and back, your eyes wide in wonder. Just as though no one had ever done anything comparable for you.

That was impossible. Everyone loved you. You were everyone’s sunshine. So, why did this seem like such a great gesture to you?

He observed you quietly, trying to gauge your reaction.

After a moment, a smile tugged at your lips, warm and bright.

“Thank you, Samchon. That means… so much to me.”

He returned the smile.

“Come on. I should get you inside. I bet your father is getting worried already.”

Before he could open the door though, you lunged at him like you had before, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head, resting your cheek on his shoulder. He was caught off-guard for a moment, but he quickly caught himself and wrapped his arms around you again. It felt natural to him. It was natural.

And still it felt as though something had changed, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

After what felt like half a minute, you finally pulled back, the same warm smile on your face and the CD cover pressed against your chest tightly.

“I will think of you when I listen to this.”

It was such a simple thing to say, an innocent phrase like every word that left your mouth.

And yet, it made him feel a certain way – his chest tightened and his fingers curled into a fist, as though he was stopping himself from saying something awkward, as he so often did, when he didn’t keep track.

You wouldn’t mind though.

You never did.

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 21

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 21

Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all sit on the patio of the beach house, drinking some lemonade as they wait for their other three mates to get home knowing they shouldn’t be too much longer. They plan on going to a nice restaurant for dinner as it’s their last night on the island. Chan having made the reservations when Felix and Jisung first brought up the trip. Then afterwards, Hyunjin requested to have a big sleepover in the living room.

“I’m telling you, he was cheating.” Felix hits his hand on the table of the patio furniture.

“You always say that, Lix.” Seungmin laughs as the omega talks about what happened when he was playing Genshin Impact that morning.

“He had to be.” He whines. “There’s no way he had…”

Hyunjin turns to him confused as to why he stopped talking when he notices Felix looks scared. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Channie?” The omega whimpers, having felt a wave of fear come through his bond with Y/n.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” Already on his phone before holding it to his ear and waits a few moments before groaning. “She’s not answering.”

“What’s going on?” Jeongin asks, looking at them concerned.

“A strong feeling of fear just came though Y/n’s bond with us.” Minho growls now holding his phone to his ear. “Jisungs not answering.”

“Damn it! Neither is Changbin.” Chan sighs before standing up. “Come on Min, they’re just down the street at the garden. We’ll track their phones for their exact location when we get there. I’ll take the truck, you take the car.” 

“We’re coming too.” Hyunjin stands up quickly starting to follow and the other three do too. 

“Guys, we don’t know what's going on right now.” Minho tries to reason with them once they’re all back in the house, putting on shoes and grabbing keys. 

“If Y/n is so scared you’re feeling it through your bonds with her, then somethings seriously wrong.” Jeongin argues.

“We’re coming.” Seungmin stands in front of the door so the alphas can’t leave without them.

“Please.” Felix whispers with puppy dog eyes. 

“God, you pups are so stubborn.” Chan groans when they all feel a rush of anger from Changbin’s bond and they realize it might be worse than anticipated. “Fine, you can come but you are going to listen to me.” He points at Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin as they start walking out of the house towards the vehicles. “You three are to stay out of the way. Depending on what's going on I’m gonna need you to calm Y/n down and possibly even Jisung. Don’t try and do anything until we get them to you.” 

Felix and Hyunjin get into the truck with Chan as Jeongin and Seungmin get in the car with Minho. They drive quickly to the nearby park and garden that isn’t even a five minute drive from the house. Seungmin already had the locations of their phones brought up on his once they all parked and got out. 

“They're by the pavilions.”

They jog that way and just as the gazebos are in view they see their mates when an older alpha slaps Y/n before trying to grab her again causing her to back away in fear then trip and fall. 

“Y/n.” The betas and Felix yell and gasp.

“Motherfucker.” Minho growls before running with Jeongin and Chan right behind him, sirens are now heard in the background. 

“Don’t touch her.” Chan yells when the older beta woman tries to touch Y/n who is still trying to get away, scrambling backwards in the grass. 

Changbin has the older male alpha by the collar of his shirt as he threatens him. Chan rushing to his aid as Minho goes to Y/n and Jeongin goes to Jisung. 

“Jisungie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just shaken up.” The beta nods, not looking at Jeongin but around them at Chan and Changbin yelling at the man, and Minho crouching in front of Y/n on the ground.

“Go to the others, we’ll bring Y/n over to you guys in a moment.” Jeongin guides him in the direction of the other three who are standing by watching, nervous. 

Jeongin looks around the area, noticing a lot of people have gathered, watching, one of them must have been who called the cops as he can hear the sirens has reached the parking lot and can see the flashing red and blue lights in the distance. He then goes over to Minho and Y/n, glaring at the woman who stands by even after Minho told her to go away. 

“Y/n, I need you to try and follow my breathing baby, look at me.” Minho tries talking to their omega but she’s freaking out too much, looking everywhere but at him as tears stream down her cheeks, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her nails break the skins of her palms as the youngest alpha comes up to them. “She’s having an anxiety attack, there's too much going on around her for her to focus on me and calm down. She’s not even reacting to my pheromones.” 

“Jagiya, it’s Innie. I need you to look at us.” He tries also releasing calming pheromones hoping both of theirs would help her better but she’s acting as if they aren’t even there. “Her anxiety pills are at the house aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but even if we did have them I don’t think she’d be able to take them right now. Let’s get her to the betas and away from this.” Minho decides and moves to scoop her into his arms which causes her to flinch away and freak out, moving so much in his arm. “It’s okay kitten, it’s just me.”

He tucks her face into his neck which causes her to stop trying to get out of his arms but instead cling to him as he walks her to the rest of the pack. 

“Hey, you can’t just take my granddaughter.” The woman yells. 

“Shut up.” Jeongin yells at her before going over to Chan and Changbin who are still having a heated conversation with the older alpha but Changbin is no longer clutching his shirt.

“Oh, my sunshine.” Felix holds his arms out moving away from Jisung who he was holding before.

Minho gives Y/n to Felix who whimpers once she’s in her fellow omega’s embrace. Hyunjin now holding a tearful Jisung as the alpha moves to them once the omegas are settled on the grass with Seungmin watching over them.

“You okay baby?” He places his hand in the betas hair as he leans against Hyunjins chest. 

“I am now that she’s away from them.” Jisung wipes his tears as he looks at Y/n. “I seriously thought they were gonna take her from us.” 

“We would never let that happen.” Hyunjin mumbles before kissing the younger's head as he holds him closer to his chest. 

The cops come up to the three alphas still arguing, another cop going to the crowd of witnesses and the last one to the six of them. The last cop gives them a sad look seeing the two who are still shaken up. 

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need to ask the beta and omega who were a part of the situation some questions.” 

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Everything went by in a blur for Y/n. The cops questioned Jisung, Changbin, her grandfather and grandmother and some witnesses who were willing to testify. They then asked the rest of the pack separately about what happened that led them to come here and what happened after they all got to the park. They tried to question Y/n a few times but she was so out of it she didn’t hear them or even really notice them there. All she was aware of was her pack around her as she was constantly passed to someone when another had to answer questions. 

She’s now sitting in the back of an ambulance in Hyunjins lap with Felix and Seungmin on either side of them as a paramedic looks at her wrist, hands and cheek. It’s when the paramedic cleans the wounds on her hands from her breaking the skin with her nails that she finally comes back to reality at the pain letting out a hiss

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin says, something they’ve all been saying to her since they arrived. 

“She didn’t do too much damage when she was clenching her fists, just a few cuts.” The paramedic says as she cleans everything up. “Her wrist and cheek are already bruising though. Warning, the cops may want to take pictures of that for the record. But you guys are welcome to sit here until they say you guys are free to go.”

“Thank you.” Seungmin tells her.

The omega looks around at the scene outside of the ambulance, it’s late afternoon now when it was just after two when her date started with Changbin and Jisung. She sees cops still talking and taking notes with several people, her four alphas and Jisung being a part of that. She then looks next to her to see Felix who’s bouncing his leg. 

She reaches over to him and grabs his hand making him whip his head to look at her before he squeezes her hand. “Hey baby, you with us now?” 

She nods her head, the first time she’s answered anyone since her grandfather hit her, all of them letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll go tell the alphas she’s coherent again.” Seungmin stands up and jogs over to where they’re all still talking to some of the officers. 

“You’re safe, princess.” Hyunjin holds her closer to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Are you okay, do you need anything?” 

She nods before looking over at Felix again and motions her hand that he isn’t holding, to her mouth as if she was drinking something. 

“You need something to drink?” When she nods again he grabs a water bottle next to him the paramedic gave them and opens it before handing it to her. “Here, you cried a lot, need to rehydrate.” 

She takes the bottle with shaky hands and takes a few sips but then she starts to feel nauseous and hands it back to him. 

“Channie hyungs coming over with one of the officers.” Hyunjin tells her. “She’s gonna want to ask you some questions. Can you do that for us?” The beta frowns when she shrugs. “Can you say anything for us?” 

She shakes her head no just as Chan walks up, the officer just behind him, looking relieved to see her answering Hyunjin. 

“Hey, baby girl.” He places his hands on her thighs and rubs soothing circles with his thumbs. “This is officer Park, she has some questions for you, we’ll be right here the whole time.” 

“She’s not talking.” Felix tells them as the rest of the pack comes over. 

“That’s okay, she’s probably still in shock.” Office Park gets closer causing the omega to push herself back against Hyunjins chest more. “Based on what you guys have told us and what some witnesses say, we know that her grandfather grabbed and attacked her first and that Mr. Seo was just trying to protect his mate. But we do have to ask if you are wanting to press charges or file a restraining order against your grandparents?” 

They all look at her before she looks up at Chan unsure. 

“Will she have to see them again if she presses charges?” Felix grabs her still shaking hand already knowing what’s going on in her head. 

“Unfortunately yes she will have to see them in court.” Y/n quickly shakes her head no to pressing charges. “What about a restraining order?” 

She nods her head and so does everyone else. 

“Alright, Mr. Bang I’ll send you everything you’ll need for the restraining order so you can file it when you guys get back to Seoul tomorrow.” 

“Thank you so much officer.” 

“I will need to take some pictures of her bruised cheek and wrist for the report though.” 

Y/n tries to back herself against Hyunjins chest again, not wanting the cop any closer to her. 

“Here, let me take them.” Minho steps up and officer Park hands him the camera for evidence as Chan takes her hand gently to hold up for the pictures. 

Chan then moves her face gently so the pictures can be taken of her cheek before Minho hands the camera back to the cop. “Alright, you guys are good to go.” 

As soon as the cop walks away Y/n looks at Changbin and raises her arms up to him, tears brimming her eyes once again. 

“Come here, pretty girl.” Changbin picks her up from Hyunjin’s lap and holds her close to his chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Let’s go.” Chan declares. 

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A Place for You, Next to Me Chapt 1 and 2

Buck finds out that Eddie doesn’t really ‘do’ birthdays so what’s a best friend supposed to do, obviously he can’t let Eddie think he doesn't care. So he makes a plan to celebrate and it’s a good plan, it really is and is it really his fault if one little thing goes wrong with their booking.

It’s certainly not his fault that Eddie’s reaction to the unexpected problem would turn a pleasant weekend away into an agony of temptation.

A tale of pining and love and only one bed.

Fans of only one bed shenanigans - this one’s for you.🥹🌈🛏️🎂🛏️🥃🥃🥃🛏️🤯😍🌈❤️‍🔥 Chapt 1&2 today 3&4 tomorrow 💕

Now I was half way though writing this when @bobbysfirehose posted this stunning piece of art that blew my mind away (all their art is magnificent btw so go check out and shower with love) and with permission I tried to describe the pose towards at the end of the fic because it was just perfect for the situation, so you have a nice visual to go along with the words.

Eddie hadn’t expected any reaction at all, least of all the one he’s getting. Standing in his kitchen he watches Buck process the information he just casually mentioned as part of thier conversation about Chris’ next birthday.

“Are you serious?” 

His best friend is standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes wide, a puzzled frown on his brow, it’s adorable and amusing and God he loves this man so much. Eddie however is wise enough to look away and keep the sentiment out of his voice.

“Yes I’m serious, Buck. I’ve never done anything special to celebrate any of my birthdays.”

If anything that simple statement makes matters worse, Buck's mouth opens and shuts. He looks like a goldfish, apparently he’s managed to render him speechless and that’s quite an impressive feat.

Eddie takes another sip of beer to hide his smile as Buck flounders. The other man is looking horrified, “Your 15th? That’s special right?”

He shrugs. “Dad was away. We did some stuff at church, nothing big. I got a cake.”

“What about 18?  Or or your 21st?” 

He throws Buck a raised eyebrow, “Think about that for a second.”

A pained look crosses his friend’s face “Oh.” Then his nose crinkles “ Oh.. I don’t think I want to.”

Buck sounds upset. Eddie can just imagine what he’s thinking, how he’s comparing the life that he himself had between 16 and 21 with the one Eddie had. The tragic sympathy emanating out of sad pools of blue is a bit much though, it really wasn’t that bad. Yeah, he didn’t get a lot of time to be young but that’s ok he got other stuff instead. He ended up with the best kid in the world so he can’t really complain about missing birthday celebrations. 

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, so my life’s been a bit different than yours, but that’s ok . Still got cake, even got a balloon once.” 

His joke falls flat, Buck looks devastated .

“Honestly, all completely normal, I promise, don’t freak out on me.”

He moves around him heading back to the couch and if he touches his arm on the way past, well it’s a tight space to squeeze through. Buck’s own fault really, for filling so much of it. His friend's voice follows him out of the kitchen. 

“But nothing since you got old?”

Eddie turns just so Buck can appreciate the eye roll, “I'm not exactly old Buck, I’m the same age as you.”

“Are we sure about that?” 

Abruptly Buck’s mood shifts and he’s teasing, humour replacing the tragic look that had been there only seconds ago.

“You do kinda look older than me. Pretty sure I spotted some gray hairs on you the other day.”

Eddie glares and throws a handy cushion without aiming. Buck catches it easily and grins, before taking another swig of beer. Eddie tries not to watch his lips or his throat too closely.

[imtryingbuck]

Seven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 6,178

Warnings: fluff, angst, talks of child abuse - heavily. mentions of injuries and scars on a child. swearing

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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He first met her when he was seven.

The day started off as the same as those that came before; wake up, have breakfast, get ready and head to the east wing of his home to begin his tutoring. Have lunch, carry on with the schoolwork, and be done for the day.

Even after he said his goodbyes to Mrs Mars he was still stuck in a routine.

Day in and day out.

However that day was different because it was Friday. Every Friday his best friend Steve came to stay over for the weekend, every weekend they caused havoc. Not that Winnie or George minded, all week they saw their son miserable until his friend arrived on Fridays at 3pm, not a minute earlier and not a minute later. Sadly that hadn’t happened for three weeks as Steve and his ma had to go to Staten Island for a family emergency.

To Bucky Staten Island was on the other side of the world, so when he found out that Steve had to leave for a few weeks - well he kicked off.

He destroyed everything that was in his path, crying and begging his ma to stop Sarah from taking his best friend away. Promising her that if she let Steve live with them that he would be on his best behaviour, forever and ever he promised her.

Once he had exhausted himself out and grew tired the whole house went quiet.

For the three weeks that he didn’t see Steve he was quieter, he sulked at his desk and at the dinner table. He was restless, and as the Fridays approached and went by his attitude only grew worse.

Winnie nearly cried in response to hearing Sarah saying that her and Steve would be leaving the next day. Winnie oddly enough found some comfort in knowing that Steve was acting the same way as her beloved James. Winnie had decided that she wasn’t going to tell James about how on that Friday he was going to be reunited with his best friend, keeping it to herself and her husband in order to surprise him. 

A seven year old Bucky made his way in to the kitchen glaring at his mother when she told him that he needed to come with her, they made their way to the front door just as a knock cut through the silence.

“Open the door sweetie” she told him, ignoring the glare that was coming from her only son.

Not wanting to be in trouble with his father again he complied with his mothers instructions.

Hand on the door handle he opened the door, the frown he wore day in and day out for 21 days vanished when he sees his best friend standing there.

“S-Stevie?”

“Bucky”

“You’re back?”

“I am”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.“

Both Winnie and Sarah watched on as their sons talked and as Bucky pulled Steve into a bone crushing hug - which didn’t last long as Steve started to scuffle up Bucky’s hair, then both of them started to wrestle with one another.

“Come in Sarah, I’ve missed you my friend” They left the two seven year olds wrestling in the foyer.

Their wrestling match came to an abrupt end when Steve’s asthma got the better of him.

He was playing in the backyard with Steve when he felt eyes on him, Bucky chose to ignore the feeling thinking it was just one of the staff members keeping an eye on the pair.

“Buck get the ball” Steve shouted slightly out of breath.

Nodding he turns to where Steve was pointing, frowning at not being able to see it straight away. “Steve I can’t find it!”

“Do that means I win this round?” Steve shouted back.

“No! Why did you have to kick it so hard?”

“Because I’m the best!”

“No you’re not! I’ve found it!”

Bucky bends down to grab the ball, ball under his arm he stops when he hears someone talking. He knows he shouldn’t go and check it out but he’s never really listened to his father, so he drops the ball again and climbs over the fence that separates the woods from his garden.

“-Miss Ladybug come back”

He watches a girl; a little bit smaller than him with wild bushy hair, the dress she wore was ratty and ripped on the bottom. He notices dirt on her arms and neck and that she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

“-Mr Ant that tickles, what have you been up to today?”

“Ants don’t talk.”

“You scared me!”

He watches her spin around to face him, his eyes widen when he sees the dark bruise around her eye and her bottom lip having dried blood on it.

However even at seven years old he likes the bright colour of her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m Bucky what’s your name?”

“Y/n, Ducky’s a weird name”

“It’s Bucky not Ducky”

“Can I call you Ducky?”

“Fine. But I get to call you…um Bunny!”

“But my names not Bunny it’s Y/n”

“My names not Ducky but I’m letting you call me that. So Bunny what are you doing?”

The girl waves him over and smiles “Look Miss Ladybug and Mr Ant are friends”

“They can’t be friends”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense, Miss Ladybug should be friends with other ladybugs and not ants.”

“They can be friends.”

“They can’t”

“Yes the can!”

“Whatever. Why don’t you have shoes on?” He asks changing the subject.

“I don’t have any, what are you doing here?”

“Why don’t you have any shoes?”

“My parents are poor.”

“Mine are rich”

“Oh. I guess you live in that house over there?”

“Yeah, where’s your house?”

“On the other side of the woods. It’s super small and poorly”

“How can a house be poorly?”

“I don’t know but that’s what my mama says. Do you want to play fairies with me?”

From where they were stood they called hear Steve calling for Bucky, he watches as her smile fades slowly.

“I’ve can’t, got to go back to my friend. I can see you tomorrow?”

“Okay!” She beams up at him.

“Bye Bunny”

“Bye Ducky”

She watches him as he walks away, her tiny arm still waving side to side long after he climbs over the fence.

“Buck what took you so long?” Steve questions from his place on the ground.

“I-I met someone Stevie” Sitting down next to his friend.

“What do you mean?”

“Her names Y/n-“

“Her? A girl?”

“Yes a girl. She’s pretty Stevie, b-but she had bruises on her face and arms I thought it was mud at first but I got closer-“

“You met a girl that is pretty?”

Rolling his eyes “stop butting in! But yes, real pretty. I like her eyes”

“Bucky loves a girl, Bucky loves a girl-“ Steve sings as he runs around the garden.

“No I don’t!” Bucky shouts as he runs around after the blonde.

The next day Bucky leaves Steve in the living room so he could draw, his asthma had worsen over night so he wasn’t up to playing games.

“Go and see your girlfriend”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“But you love her”

“I don’t love her Steve! Stop saying that. I’ll be back soon okay?”

“Okay, have fun”

Climbing over the fence he wasted no time in going to the spot he had saw her the day before, frowning when he couldn’t see her.

“Y/n? Bunny?”

“Up here Ducky”

He looks up and sees her sitting on the branch of the many trees that filled the woods.

“What are you doing up there?”

“Hiding”

“From what?”

“The monsters”

“What monsters?”

“The worst kind of monsters” He’s about to reply when she drops down from where she was perched “they call themselves the tickle monsters!”

She laughs at his deadpanned look. “How old are you Bunny?”

“Six, you?”

“Seven. Can I ask you something?”

“Okay”

“What happened to your face?”

“My father is not nice. He drinks special juice and gets mad”

Bucky stands and watches her twiddle her fingers, feeling bad about asking her that question but he was curious.

“He gets mad and hurts me, I don’t know why but I don’t think he likes me very much. Do you like me?” She continues and asks.

“I like you. You’re my friend Bunny” Smiling when he sees her smile.

“I’ve never had a real friend before. Your my friend Ducky”

“I have another friend his name is Steve, he gets poorly a lot”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure but he’s great” Bucky states as he picks up a twig off the ground.

“Would he be my friend too?” Y/n asks and copies what he did, waving the twig around in the air.

“Maybe”

“I would like that.”

Y/n took him to her favourite spots in the woods, introducing him to the animals she named. He liked it, liked her.

“It’s getting colder” he says as they walk around.

“It is. You should go home, I’ll walk you”

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay out later my mama is at her job and I don’t want to go home just yet”

“What about food? You need to have dinner”

“I’ll eat some berries like always, father doesn’t know how to cook not like my mama”

“You can come with me if you want, my ma wont mind”

“I’m dirty but it’s okay. Will I see you tomorrow Ducky?”

“Your smelly too and yeah I’ll see you tomorrow”

“You’re smelly!” She giggles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Bunny”

“See you tomorrow Ducky”

The next day after Bucky, Steve and their parents got back from church he ran into the kitchen to ask the cook to make him some sandwiches. Saying his thanks he leaves Steve once again to go and see his Bunny.

“Bunny what happened?” He says as he see her in the same spot they keep meeting in.

One side of her face was swollen with dried blood splatters darted across her face. Her left eye was completely swollen shut and her lip had been split again.

“Ducky you’re here! I’ve been waiting ages”

“I’m here Bunny but what happened?”

“I thought you wasn’t coming”

“Y/n what happened to your face?”

“My father got mad last night when I came home. I like your clothes”

“I had to go church, why was he mad?”

“He ran out of his special juice” she shrugged one shoulder.

“Have you had any food today?”

“Just a few berries. I won’t be able to play today my arm really poorly”

“I brought you some sandwiches the cook made them”

“You can eat them Ducky”

“It’s for you, eat and I’ll take you to my home and have my ma look at your arm”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

“I’m dirty…I don’t want to get mud in your home, I’ll be okay promise”

“Don’t be silly Bunny, eat”

He watches as she carefully undoes the foil that kept the sandwiches safe, her eyes going up to his he smiles and nods. “We’ll have to take the long way round I don’t think you can climb the fence”

“It will get better just like last time Ducky, I’ll be okay. Thank you for the food”

“My ma can help she’s a nurse”

“I-I…I’ll be fine Ducky I swear it”

Bucky wasn’t having any of it. He was going to drag Bunny home to get his ma’s help whether she liked it or not. He didn’t know why but he felt such an overwhelming urge to protect her, he didn’t want her to have bruises on her pretty face anymore or see her pretty eyes sad.

He’s only known her for a few days and all he wants is for her to be safe.

Bucky watches silently as she devours the ham sandwiches, regret washing over him when he realises he forgot to bring a drink with him for her to have.

“Thank you Ducky, it was very yummy” she says as soon as she swallows the last bit of food.

“It’s okay Bun-“

The rest of his sentence dies on the tip of his tongue, Y/n looks at him with wide eyes, the fear drowns him whole at the monstrous booming voice coming from the other side of the woods.

“Y/n! Get home now you bitch!”

“I-I-I have t-to go. Bye Bucky” she whispers as she stands up on shaky legs.

“Bunny come with me” he whispers back afraid to speak any louder the monster will get him and his Bunny. He leans on his knees to hold her good hand as a way to get her to stay with him and not to go towards the voice that echos over the silent woods.

“I-I can’t-“

“Get back here you fucking cunt!” The voice sounds again, angrier and louder this time.

“Bye Bucky” She pulls her hand away and takes off running towards the monster that awaits her. Bucky can only watch, scared for his friend, his Bunny.

The woods fall silent once again.

On Monday after he was released from Mrs Mars’s clutches he runs into the kitchen to ask the cook if she could make sandwiches once again. Saying his thanks he runs through the doors and into the garden and over the fence.

“Bunny?”

No response.

Looking up in the trees to see if she was hiding again his shoulders sagged in defeat when she wasn’t there.

So he waited. And waited. And waited.

It was getting dark and truth be told he was kind of scared of the tall trees that looked mean and scary in the darkness.

Reluctantly he left, slowly putting one foot in front of the other just to see if she’ll come back to see him, before he knew it he was back at the fence.

Tuesday he did his whole routine and once again asking the cook for sandwiches he takes off to the woods.

“Y/n? Bunny it’s Ducky…”

No response.

This time he ventured further in and went to the places Y/n had shown him, coming up empty he made his way back to the spot. The hope he had disappearing when she wasn’t there waiting for him.

So he waited. And waited. And waited.

Like the day before he took his time in reaching the fence, however moving just as slower in hopes of hearing her voice.

It didn’t happen.

It was Wednesday and like the past two days he repeats his actions. Frustration and sadness are the only emotions he feels when he sees that she’s not there once again.

Bucky repeated his actions for two weeks straight. On the first Friday he had even took Steve over the fence in hopes that if she senses that he brought his friend with him that she’d come back to him. Steve thought he was going crazy, honestly. He generally thought that Bucky had made the whole thing up just to mess with him.

It was Saturday and it had been almost three weeks without seeing her. Bucky thought Steve was right about him making it up, he thought that maybe she was his imaginary friend but she looked, sounded and felt so real.

Bucky promised Steve that this would be the last day that he ventured out into the woods to try and find her. After helping Steve over the fence he climbed over and both made their way to the designated spot.

They’d been out there for a while when Steve spoke up.

“Buck come on she’s not real”

“But she is. I know she is”

“Let’s go please it’s really cold”

He was right, the winter air was getting colder now. Nodding he turns around and helps Steve off the ground, walking back in the direction of his home Steve speaks again.

“What did you say?”

“What?”

“Did you not just say something?”

“No what did you hea-“

In the distance he hears the voice that he had been wanting to hear for three weeks now, the voice belonging to Bunny.

“D-Ducky!”

He spins around and his heart drops. She’s there, getting closer to him and Steve. Her smile takes up most of her face as she limps as fast as she could towards the two boys.

“Bunny!” He says just as he takes off running towards her. His legs pushing him faster than ever before.

Once she was in reach he wasted no time in pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her, just like he seen his father do to his ma.

“Sweet Bunny you’re here” he lightly pants into her bushy hair.

“I’ve missed you Ducky”

“I’ve missed you too Bunny”

Steve stands just off to the side watching the scene in front of him. She’s real and his best friend isn’t crazy he thinks to himself.

Bucky slowly pulls away from her, his smile fading at seeing the damage and pain caused to her face close up. A cough from the side of them have their attention taken away from one another to the blonde standing there.

“Y/n this is Steve my best friend, Steve this is Y/n my Bunny”

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” Steve says waving awkwardly.

“Hi. Will you be my friend too?” Y/n asks shyly, burrowing in closer to Bucky’s embrace.

“Yeah but you have to be mine too”

“Yes!”

Bucky smiles before turning his full attention to Y/n. “Bunny…what happened?”

“I wasn’t allowed to come out. I was naughty”

“D-did your father do this?”

“Yeah. Hey look I lost two teeth” she smiled baring her teeth, and sure enough she was missing her two front ones.

“Where did you lose them?” Bucky chuckles.

“I don’t know” she shrugs with a giggle.

“Bunny I’m going to take you to my ma and she’ll take care of your face”

“It’s fine Ducky I promise”

“Ducky?” Steve questions with a small laugh following.

“His name is Ducky and I’m Bunny” she says proudly.

“That’s cute!”

“Steve. Shut up. Bunny come on”

Both boys have to convince Y/n to follow them and accept help, Bucky notices the limp she has was getting worse as they walked back to the fence and he worries that if they go the long way around she’s going to be in more pain so he tells his two friends that he’s going to help Y/n over the fence first then he’ll help Steve.

Easier said than done.

After struggling to pull himself over the fence for what felt like the hundredth time he gently took Bunny’s hand in his and marched off as if he was on a mission.

“D-Ducky…what if your ma doesn’t want to help and we can’t be friends anymore” She whispers as the trio get closer to the huge house.

“She will help you I promise and we’ll always be friends Bunny don’t worry”

Steve opens the door that leads into the kitchen and holds it open for the two, shutting it behind him he follows closely. Ignoring the muddy footprints that Y/n leaves behind her.

The trio follows the sound of music that comes from the living room, when they reach the room they see Bucky’s parents slow dancing to the hum of the song.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

Steve looks down at his shoes.

Y/n watches with a smile gracing her lips, her eyes following their movements.

“Ma” Bucky says loudly startling the couple.

“Jame-oh my goodness, James who is this and what happened?” Winnie starts before her eyes land on Y/n. Detaching herself from George she moves closer to the girl.

“This is Y/n she needs help Ma”

Winnie lands on her knees with a soft thud in front of Y/n, her hands going slowly and gently to the little girls arms - noticing her hand linked together with her sons. “Hello sweetie, I’m Winnie I’m going to clean your wounds for you okay? Would you like to come with me please?”

“O-okay” she says hesitantly her eyes going from Winnie’s to Bucky’s who nods and smiles at her.

Winnie takes her free hand in hers and waits for Bucky to untangle his fingers from the girl, she leads her upstairs to the bathroom, speaking softly to the girl as they go.

“This will sting sweetie but I’ll be as gentle as I can be, let me know if I’m hurting you okay” she says after she’s sat Y/n on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Okay”

Winnie takes a few wipes from the packet and moves closer to the girl who sits there swinging her legs back and forth. Slowly wiping the ray of cuts that cover the girls face she can’t help but wonder who would hurt such a beautiful creature.

“My son James, he didn’t do this did he?” Hating herself for even asking but she had to be sure.

“No Miss, m-my father is not nice”

“Your father did this?” Halting her movements she watches as the girl nods. “Where’s your mother?”

“Mama goes to her job”

“Where does she work?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in two weeks, do you know where she is?”

Oh how Winnie’s heart breaks.

“I haven’t sweetie, does your father hurt your mama?”

“Yes. Did you know that Ducky’s my friend”

“Ducky?”

“Bucky”

Winnie chuckles which causes Y/n to giggle “you call him Ducky?”

“Yes and he calls me Bunny. Why did you call him James Miss?”

“Call me Winnie darling and because James is first name, his middle name is Buchanan but Stevie calls him Bucky”

“And I call him Ducky” Y/n giggles loudly.

“You do. Sweetie do you have any more cuts that I need to clean?”

Winnie watches as her face drops and as she scoots further back on the toilet. Clutching her tatty dress a little tighter in her tiny hands.

“I-I can help you Y/n, it’s okay I promise”

“Yo-you won’t be mad?”

“No my love I won’t be mad”

Y/n pushes herself off the seat until she stands up, her eyes finding the tiled flooring more interesting as her hands pull the bottom of her dress further up her thin body.

Winnie had to slap her hand across her mouth as she sees the unmistakable light red lines of scars mapping across the girls’ very thin, bruised thighs.

“Sw-Sweetie, i-is there more?” Her heart cracking as Y/n nods again, pulling her dress further up until Winnie had to help in pulling the whole ratty thing off her.

She fights with herself trying to keep the tears at bay as her eyes dart around from one scar to the next. She fights off the thought of how any of them happened out of her head, she knows if she let that thought in she wouldn’t be able to sleep ever again.

“M-my father gets mad when he runs out of his special juice. It’s my fault because I’m a stupid bitch a-and a worthless cunt” her eyes go to the ceiling as she remembers the words that her father calls her most days.

“No no no my sweetie, you are none of them things you hear me? Y/n you are such a sweet girl, oh come here my sweet baby” Winnie says as she brings the girl into her warm embrace gently wrapping her arms around Y/n’s slim body, pressing light kisses to her forehead. She lets the tears fall freely.

Since Y/n wasn’t so use to feeling of loving hands on her she tenses up. She was confused by Winnie’s words and affection all she wanted was her Ducky.

After a while Winnie pulls away, wiping her tears with the backs of her hands she stands up on shaky legs. “I’m going to run you a nice hot bath, it will help. I promise” she turns to where the bathtub sat when she felt small hands tug lightly on her dress. Looking down she sees Y/n standing looking scared.

“It’s okay, here take my hand”

Filling the bathtub full of water she lets Y/n pull her underwear down and Winnie helps her into the tub.

“I’m just going to ask George to get some clothes for you and I’ll help you wash your hair okay? I’ll be right back I promise”

“O-okay”

“Bucky who’s that girl?”

“Y/n” he says as he watches his ma and Bunny go upstairs, he starts to follow when his fathers hand stops him.

“I know but who is she? Where did you find her?”

“In the woods-“

“You’re not suppose to go out there!” George scolds.

“I know! But I did and she’s my friend now”

Bucky really doesn’t understand what the big deal is, okay so he disobeyed his fathers order of not going over the fence but if he didn’t he wouldn’t have met Y/n.

George sighs and crouches down to his sons level “son what would have happened if you fell or hurt yourself and me and your mother couldn’t get to you huh? Listen son I’m not that mad at you okay, I just worry”

“I-I’m sorry dad”

“It’s okay. Do you know who’s hurt her?”

“Her father” he spits out in disgust “he drinks special juice and he hurts my Bunny!”

George is puzzled by what this special juice could of been before it clicks, sighing at the memories of him calling the alcohol that his father use to drink when he was younger comes up after so many years of repressing the memories.

“Oh son-“

“It’s not fair dad, why does he do it? She’s amazing and pretty and funny and weird and she’s my friend and sh-she’s my Bunny-“

“James breath! Come on son breathe with me a-and Steve, watch what we’re doing. There you go, oh come here sweet boy” George says seeing the tears fall from his sons eyes, pulling him into his arms he lets his son cry.

He hears sniffles coming from the side of him and he sees Steve crying too so he wastes no time in opening his arms for his unofficial adopted son for him to run into the hug too.

They stay in the hug before Bucky pulls away first, wiping his tears “dad can we go up and wait for ma to finish? I-I want to be with Bunny p-please”

“Of course, come on” he holds his hands out for his sons to place theirs in his before moving towards and up the stairs.

George and Steve sit down on the wooden floor as they watch Bucky pace back and forth, his eyes going from the bathroom door to the floor and back again.

“Dad what’s taking so long?”

“I’m not sure son, it’s okay though your mother knows what she’s doing don’t worry”

“It’s been so long though”

“Bucky come and sit down and tell me why you call her Bunny, ay?”

“She calls him Ducky, George” Steve giggles and George has to stifle his laugh as Bucky glares at Steve.

“Ducky, um strange. So Bunny?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and sits down next to his father “she calls me Ducky because she said Bucky was a strange name, I call her Bunny because she’s cute…like a bunny.” He shrugs, lightly tapping his knees with his fingers.

“I think Bucky loves Bunny” Steve tries and fails to whisper to George.

“I don’t love her Steven!”

“You sure James?”

“I. Do. No. Love. Her!” Bucky growls.

“Boys calm down, Steve stop winding Bucky up about him loving Bunny and Bucky just admit you love her” George laughs which gets slightly louder as Bucky starts hitting him.

“I do not! That’s gross! Girls are gross”

“Girls aren’t gross James”

“Yes they are. Bunny’s yucky”

Steve and George share a look full of mischief just as they start chanting “Bucky loves Bunny”.

“I hate you both!” Bucky says standing up to begin his pacing again.

“Buck we’re only messing with you” George starts “your right girls are gross and yucky”

“Dad can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can”

“Can Bunny live with us? I’ll be extra good and I won’t ask for anything for my birthday or for Christmas I promise”

“I-I’m not sure son-“

“Why not? Please dad-“

“Because she has parents Bucky-“

“Her dad hurts her!”

“She has a mother?”

“Yeah but-“

“Bucky-“

“I’ll run away and I’ll take Bunny with me.”

Sighing whilst sliding his hands down his face George is about to reply when the bathroom door opens, Winnie waving him over.

“Is Bunny okay ma?”

“She is darling I just need to talk to your father for a second”

“Can I see her?”

“Not yet, she’s in the bath. George can you go and get some clothes from James’s room please”

“Of course my love”

Bucky and Steve watches as George heads down the corridor and slipping into Bucky’s bedroom, not long after he comes back with a red checkered pants and a woolly sweater and some socks.

“Will this be okay?”

“Yes, thank you. How about you take the boys downstairs and start doing dinner? Make enough so that Y/n can join us” Winnie smiles trying not to look George in his eyes knowing that he’ll know that she’s been crying and she really didn’t want the boys knowing that their friend is covered in scars.

“Come boys you can help me, you have to make sure I don’t burn the house down”

Bucky waits until Steve and his dad is a little further down the hallway, turning to his mom he cocks his head to the side. “Ma…is she really okay?”

“She will be James, you should be proud of yourself for bringing her home to get help”

“Yeah…Ma I already asked dad but can Y/n live with us? I’ll be extra good I swear!”

“We-I-Bucky please go downstairs and help your father and Stevie with dinner”

Huffing loudly he nods and heads to the kitchen.

Winnies heart breaks as the hope vanishing from her sons eyes at the prospect of Y/n living with them. She couldn’t lie that the thought of having her in their home where she was safe and protected hadn’t crossed her mind, sadly she knew she just couldn’t kidnap the child no matter how bad her home life was.

“These belong to James but you can wear them, let’s get you cleaned up before we have some dinner”

After carefully cleaning Y/n’s body with the sponge and lavender body wash Winnie took her time in washing the girls hair, slowly untangling the knots apologising every time she snagged a rough one.

Once cleaned, dried and wearing warm clothes Winnie started on brushing Y/n’s hair, taking her time once again as the girls hair was curly and bushier than before.

“All done my sweetie. Let’s go and get some food in our tummies, yeah?”

“A-are you sure Miss?”

“Of course, you must be hungry”

Y/n nods and holds out her hand for Winnie to take, the woman does so with a smile on her lips and leads them downstairs to the kitchen. Steve was the first one to notice Winnie and Y/n standing at the archway he had to blink a few times to make sure it was really his new friend standing there.

“Buck” Steve whispers towards Bucky.

“What?” He whispers back.

“Look”

“Wha-Bunny!” Bucky noticing the blonde staring off so his bright blue eyes followed, landing on Y/n. Dropping the cutlery on the side he rushes over instantly pulling her in for a hug. “You smell nice an-and your hair isn’t wild no more”

“I had a bath Ducky!” She beams proudly, hugging him just as tight as he was.

Winnie’s eyes found George’s smiling sadly at her husband as she moves closer to him.

Steve stands there for a few minutes before slowly moving towards his friends and wrapping his arms around the pair.

“It’s called spaghetti and it’s nice” Bucky says showing Y/n how to twirl her fork around the food, after he had to stop her from picking up the food with her hands.

“It looks like wormies” she giggles.

“It’s nicer then worms Bunny”

She soon gets the hang of twirling the spaghetti around the fork and everyone’s taken back by the fact she’s the first one to eat every last bit of the home cooked meal.

“Would you like seconds Y/n? There’s plenty more left” George says already standing up to place more on her plate.

“Seconds?” She asks.

“It means you can have more Bunny” Bucky informs her.

“I-I-am I allowed Ducky?”

“Yeah, do you want so more?”

“Yes. It’s very yummy”

George piles more food on her plate, feeling rather proud of himself that someone likes his cooking - at the weekends the staff have the two days off and normally Winnie takes over cooking, on the rare occasions that George cooks everybody complains about it being burnt or undercooked.

“Thank you Mr” Y/n whispers before digging in again.

Her plate is once again empty before anyone else’s.

Y/n sits patiently waiting for Bucky to finish, her eyes fluttering around the room looking from one thing to the next when her eyes dart straight to Winnie who’s sitting there chuckling, Y/n has no idea what is funny but she starts to giggle too smiling widely at the woman.

“Darling what’s so funny?” George asks from his seat at the end of the table.

“Sweetie look at James for me” Winnie tells Y/n so she does. Bucky bursts out laughing when his Bunny looks at him with spaghetti sauce covering her lower face…and somehow a bit on her eyebrow.

“Bunny you’re messy again” Bucky laughs, taking his napkin and lightly and as gently as he could he starts rubbing the sauce off her face.

“Sorry”

“It’s okay Bun, all…clean”

“It just means that you enjoyed your dinner” George tells her.

“It was yummy. Thank you Mr Ducky’s dad”

“You can call me George sweetheart”

After dinner was done, they move into the living room, Bucky helps Y/n onto the couch and he sits next to her. Steve sitting on the other side of Y/n.

“Ma, dad can Y/n live with us now?”

“James I’ve told you it’s not that simple son” George starts before looking over at Winnie silently begging her to help him out.

“Your fathers right darling, she has a mama who is probably worried about her”

“But-“

“No buts James-“

“Please Ma”

“It’s okay Ducky, my father has gone away until Wednesday I’ll be okay and I’ll get to see you tomorrow and the next day”

“Sweetie…what do you mean? Where’s he gone?” Winnie asks.

“He said he had to go to Mexico for work, do you know where Mexico is? It’s super far away!”

“And where’s your mama?”

“I’m not sure I’ve not seen her in two weeks Miss Winnie doesn’t know where she is, do you know?”

“N-no I don’t sweetheart. Is there anyone at your house?”

“No”

“Who would be looking after you whilst your father is away?” Winnie then asks.

“No one, I have to go to my spot in the woods like before”

Winnie looks at George in what can be described as horror. George looks at Bucky who just shrugs.

“The spot you took me to Bunny?”

“Yeah…do I go now Ducky?”

“No!” Winnie and George shouts causing the three children to jump further backwards in their seats.

“No, we meant you can stay with us until Wednesday w-when your father gets back” Winnie says quietly.

“Yes!” Bucky cheers pulling Y/n under his arm “it’s going to be so much fun Bunny!”

Y/n giggles and nods.

Winnie tucks Y/n into bed in one of the spare rooms, she sits on the bed looking at the little girl as she brushes her hair out of her face.

“Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah, thank you Miss Winnie”

“You don’t need to thank me darling, would you like me to leave the light on for you?”

“No it’s okay”

“Okay, I’ll leave the door cracked open a little bit for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Night night my sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow” she bends down and places a kiss to the girls forehead. Winnie freezes by the door staring into the darkness as she hears-

“Night night mama”

She meets George in the living room where she breaks down crying, telling him what she had saw on the tiny body belonging to Bucky’s friend, her husband holds her and cries himself.

A few glasses of wine later they head to bed themselves, Winnie stopping as she sees Y/n’s door fully shut, opening the wooden door she smiles at seeing her son in bed with Y/n, holding her tightly in his arms.

George comes up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and smiles. Whispering to her that they should go to bed, Winnie closes the door quietly.

“Night night my sweet Bunny” Bucky whispers into the darkness, kissing her forehead lightly, he heads off to dreamland.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

come together

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'together'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 784 words | cw: elizabeth is back for a minute | tags: established relationship, blowjobs, handjobs, implied anal sex

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Steve’s mouth is busy when the doorbell rings.

Worse yet, it’s busy in a way that it hasn’t been in nearly a week and he needs this.

Eddie tugs on his hair to pull him off his cock.

“C’mon, let me see who it is,” he leans down to kiss the corner of Steve’s mouth and somehow manages to tuck his leaking cock into his pants. Steve whines. “I’ll just be a second.”

Steve waits on his knees in their bedroom, hard and desperate to be full, in any way at all. He considers shoving his fingers in his ass to dull the ache, when Eddie comes rushing back into the room.

His face is beet red and he’s shaking.

Steve is immediately on his feet. “Is Rory okay?”

“Rory’s fine. As far as I know,” Eddie says as he throws a shirt on.

“Then what’s wrong?” Steve follows him, throwing the first shirt he sees on. It’s probably not his considering he never put one on after his workout.

“Your ex-wife is here.”

Steve freezes. She hasn’t been to this house since…well, since she signed over her rights as Rory’s other parent so Eddie could adopt her.

That was three years ago.

“Why the hell is she here? Did you open the door? Is she inside?” Steve doesn’t know what this could be about, but he’s not happy about the interruption no matter what.

“She’s standing outside. I saw it was her and came back,” Eddie pulls Steve to him and kisses the top of his head. “You want me to leave or stay?”

“Stay. Whatever she has to say can be said in front of you.”

They both walk to the front door, but Eddie hangs back, lets Steve lead this interaction.

“Elizabeth.” Steve’s voice is flat. “You still have my number, right?”

“I do,” she nods.

“Oh good. So you chose not to use it to let me know you were coming by?”

Eddie absolutely loves when Steve doesn’t hold back on his bitchiness. He has to remind himself that getting hard again right now would be a distraction he can’t afford to have.

It’s not that he really cares what Elizabeth thinks of him. He just doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s ruined his day.

“I was in the area and wanted to get this checked off my list,” she explains. “May I come in?”

“Do you need to?”

God, Eddie is actually going to sink to his knees. Steve is so hot when he gets like this.

“I wanted to discuss Rory’s trust fund.”

Eddie’s heart stops. When Elizabeth signed her rights away, she agreed that Rory would get to keep her trust fund, and she would continue to put money into her college fund until she turned 18. It’s not that Rory needs them, but it would be shitty of her to retract those promises now.

“If you don’t want her to have it, then-”

“No. I wanted to let you know I’m getting a divorce and my accountant has recommended I transfer it to you until she’s 21.”

Steve does well holding back his shock at her announcement, but Eddie knows he doesn’t hide it. His jaw is practically on the floor.

“He can’t take the trust fund,” Steve states.

“No, but any assets I have possession of will be included in the settlement. I don’t want it as a factor in the alimony.”

Eddie’s eyes are like saucers.

“Alimony? Did you cheat?”

“The man is old. I wasn’t getting what I needed. It’s not like he never cheated.”

Eddie is so glad Steve got away from her quickly.

“Right. Well, send me the paperwork and I’ll have my lawyer look it over. Thanks for stopping by.”

He slams the door and locks it, and Eddie is on him before he even hears footsteps walking away. He pushes Steve against the door and pulls his pants down fast enough that it nearly makes Steve fall forward.

“Jesus, Eds.”

“You are so fucking hot. Please let me fuck you,” Eddie begs.

“Here?” Steve laughs.

“Right here. Don’t even care if she hears.”

Steve smirks and pulls his shirt off– Eddie’s pajama shirt– and leans back against the door.

“Better get to it, then.”

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and uses his brain for a second. “I’m like, really close. I’m not gonna make it through opening you up.”

Steve laughs, and it may sound mean, but Eddie shivers.

Eddie’s pants are dropped almost as quickly as Steve’s were and Steve’s hand is wrapped around them both before Eddie can even offer to help.

“We’ll come together now, but you’re fucking me against this door after.”

[mj0702]

The other Bronze – Part 21

“Magda... let go of her so we can have dinner” Pernille said for the fifth time rolling her eyes

“Just a second” the swede waved off pulling you into another room “... that was in Australia... we were on holiday and visited this Kangaroo sanctuary... they had a lot of little ones..”

“Magdalena Lilly Eriksson... NU!!” the Danish woman said annoyed losing her patience

“Jag ville bara...” Magda started turning around to be met with an angry looking Pernille

“... and I don't care... dinner table... now” Pernille sneered pointing towards the table

“I was just being” the swede started to argue but stopped talking immediately after her girlfriend lifted her eyebrow in challenge

Magda quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you with her to the dining room and unceremonially hauled you on a chair and plonked down next to you

“I don't think so...” you heard Pernilles voice behind you as you saw Magda flinch out of the corner of your eye

“But... I want to sit next to her” Magda whined knowing immediately what Pernille was referring to

“What about Georgia... maybe she wants to sit next to her girlfriend” the Danish mused

“She has her all the time” the blonde swede whined

“That's not true!!” your girlfriend exclaimed from the hallway

“Magda!” Pernille sneered harshly pushing her girlfriend not so lightly

“Man” Magda huffed but gave her chair up for Georgia to take the chair opposite of it

“Thank you” the blonde Dane scoffed and everyone knew she wasn't serious

“Yeah... thank you Magda” Georgia grinned knowing she could count on Pernille to have her back... or not

“Don't start a fight Stanway” Pernille said seriously

“I just thanked her” your girlfriend defended herself but couldn't keep the smirk of her face

“Save it...” the Dane scoffed “... and I swear if anyone starts throwing food again..” she looked warning at her and your girlfriend

“Yes ma'am” Georgia mumbled ashamed and Magda looked down guilty

“Good... wine anyone?” Pernille smiled happily and you shivered while your girlfriend snorted

“No thank you” you politely declined

“Come on Bronzey... you can have one... we won't tell on you” Magda said grinning

“It's not that” you said as you tried to not heave

“Drunky over here got drunk on red wine last night...” your girlfriend grinned and laid her arm around you on your backrest

“Look at that... and here I thought you were a responsible one” Pernille mused raising her eyebrow at you

“You know the people I grew up with right?” you snorted “Aside from that... I didn't think it would hit me like a Millie”

“Millie?” the blonde swede opposite of Georgia asked confused

“Bright... Brickwall” your girlfriend translated still grinning

“I mean I felt like nothing when I sipped it...” you shrugged your shoulder “... then we sat on the couch and bam.. good night”

“Oh no no... not good night... good night was after Alexia Putellas told you” Georgia laughed and you winced getting reminded of all the laps you will have to run once back in Barcelona

“Alexia Putellas?” Magda said shocked and impressed at the same time

“Yeah... I'm gonna run so many laps for that” you whined “... so many laps”

“Oh stop whining...” Pernille chuckled as she put a bottle of water in front of you “... you're young – you're bound to do stupid things”

“It's Alexia Putellas were talking about...” you looked at her intensely “She's worse than Renard when it comes to stuff like that”

“You played with Wendie Renard?” the swede perked up

“I played with no one” you grumbled and felt how Georgia started to stroke her thumb along the underside of your shoulder blade in a soothing manner “Lucy played with her in Lyon... I might have visited her.. I might got lost in Lyon and Lucy might brought Wendie along to collect me from the police because she didn't speak French so well... Wendie made me run two laps...”

“How are you always getting lost? But good to know I'm not the only one losing you” your girlfriend huffed

“What... you thought you special?” you snorted “The only one who HASN'T lost me is Keira...”

“How?” Magda asked confused

“I'm small.. it's easy” you shrugged your shoulders

“No... the other how?” the blonde swede clarified

“Oh... I just get distracted easily... and then drift off in a different direction” you explained smiling innocently “But that's how I learned “My sister is Lucy Bronze please don't call her she's going to kill me dead” in French”

This made the three blondes burst out laughing and Pernille started to dish out food which you eyed curiously

“What's that?” you asked interested

“Karbonader” Pernille said smiling as she saw you inspect the traditional Danish dish “It's a Danish dish... it's basically a patty made from pork and veal the covered with breadcrumbs and fried...”

“Is it like... spicy?” you asked carefully still inspecting the dish

“Not at all... it's only seasoned with a little salt and pepper...” the blonde Dane smiled “... try it.. if you don't like it I get you something else okay?”

“Okay...” you said and tried a small piece before your eyes lit up and you started to basically shove the whole patty into your mouth

Pernille laughed heart-warmingly as you already stabbed your fork into the next patty but not stopping at one but stabbed a second one on your fork as well

“You don't have to horde Søde... there are more than enough” the Dane laughed at your actions

“This stuff is good” you shot back with your mouth full barely chewing

“I'm sorry... she's a Bronze....” Georgia looked at Pernille apologetic “... I'm happy that she's at least chewing.... Bronzes normally don't chew... it's fascinating really”

“Not even I can eat like this” Magda said bewildered watching you as you jabbed another patty

“Søde... slowly... there are enough Karbonader for everyone... eat some potatoes too...” the blonde Dane laughed but you could here the slight strict tone

“Potatoes stuff up.... if I eat potatoes now I will be done in like... 15 minutes” you answered while chewing another Karbonader

“I don't feel good” you whined and groaned as you were laying spread out on the harderssons couch

“You ate 85% of the stuff yourself... of course you don't feel good...” your girlfriend laughed as she lifted your head to sit down and let your head down in her lap

“Why didn't you stop me then??” you whined as Georgia started to scratch your head lightly

“I TRIED!!! THREE times!!” G defended herself and you heard someone chuckle

“I'm happy I could fascinate you with the Danish cuisine Søde” Pernille chuckled as she followed Georgia and you into her living room sipping on a glass of wine

“Next time I cook” Magda promised smiling widely

“No you won't” Pernille said nonchalantly

“Next time I won't cook... I get Becks to cook... or Frido... you know Frido right?” the swede just kept on talking like her girlfriend didn't just casually forbid her cooking

“She the Barca swede right?” you groaned as you rolled on your side your head still in Georgias lap

“The Barca swede.... she's one of the best players in the world!!” Magda exclaimed shocked

“My sister was runner up to Pinoe in the Ballon d'Or 2019... and you talk about best player in the world” you mumbled but loud enough for everyone to hear

“So was Pernille” the blonde swede grinned smugly

“Magda stop” the Dane looked embarrassed

“You were runner up to Pinoe?” you asked confused looking at the blonde who laughed at your confused face

“No Søde... the year prior...” Pernille chuckled but clearly a little uncomfortable

“Who won?” you asked in awe

“Ada... Hegerberg...” the Dane looked at your childish excitement with a soft smile

“Ada?? That old hag??” you exclaimed your eyes wide as Georgia and Magda bursted out laughing

“Ada is 3 Years younger than I am....” Pernille said dryly

“You as ancient as Luce?? You don't look that ancient” you said with wide eyes

“Lucy is a year older but... thank you?” the Dane didn't know how to react

“Welcome to “Complements 101 by y/n Bronze” … if she likes you she complements you... if she really REALLY likes you it's gonna backhand you with her complement” your girlfriend laughed

“My complements are not backhanded!” you exclaimed

“They are... you congratulated me AND called me old at the same time Søde” Pernille deadpanned

“Am I wrong?” you asked which caused Magda to burst out laughing at the offended face of her girlfriend

“I am still playing on a world class level” the Dane huffed

“I didn't say otherwise... but you not 24 anymore” you shrugged as your girlfriends hand moved to scratch your neck lightly

“I dare you to try and get the ball of me at training” Pernille looked straight at you

“I'm not a defender... I'm not a midfielder... I'm not a forward... I'm not a anything” you said as you melted into Georgias body

“You forget one thing Søde... football is your blood...” the Dane said softly

“Not anymore it isn't... it was for a long time...” you sighed

“We'll get you back on the ball Søde... I saw clips of you playing... even if you can't play professionally anymore... you still need it” Pernille said softly and you saw that she didn't want to push you more then encourage you to get back to the thing you love

“We'll see” you mumbled as you relaxed under the soothing scratching of Georgias fingernails

“She's dead asleep isn't she?” Pernille whispered a few minutes later watching your chest rise and fall calmly

“She is” Georgia confirmed after glancing down at you quickly

“I'm not sure if I pushed her too hard just now” the blonde Dane looked a little bit guilty

“You didn't.... if you did you would've noticed... trust me” your girlfriend snorted

“What do you mean?” Magda asked now watching how your face got even softer as you drifted off deeper and deeper into your dream world

“Leah tried to push her once... y/n had a complete meltdown... so bad we had to get Keira on the phone to calm her down... It took Kei three hours to get her to calm down enough so we could actually enter the room she barricaded her in” Georgia spoke lowly

“What the actual fuck?” Magda looked shocked

“When she get's pushed too far or to hard she just shuts down...” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders “... but maybe this is what she needs... a little push from Pernille Harder”

“G... I trust you to tell me when she gets overwhelmed.... she's too precious to hurt her further” Pernille looked sternly at her teammate

“I will... I love her you know... I don't ever want to see her as hurt ever again... but I also want to see her on a ball again... this is hurting her too... not playing I mean” Georgia said looking down on your sleeping form

“Oh we can see that” Magda seriously says “... we saw her one day after training when we were leaving – she tricks around a little bit but it was just....”

“... mesmerizing... that's what Keira always calls it...” your girlfriend help the blonde swede out knowing exactly what Magda means

“Yes... exactly that” Magda exclaimed and immediately get hit by her girlfriend when she saw how you flinched in your sleep

“You wanna stay over? I don't know how she is with getting up when she's sleeping.. Magda is a nightmare” Pernille asked smiling slightly when you pushed your nose a little further into Georgias leg

“She's an absolute pest to wake up... but thanks... I'll wake her up in a few minutes... what's on the plan for tomorrow?” your girlfriend said smirking

“Your call G.. we have a guest room and Magda would be happy to set it up for you” the blonde Dane grinned

“I'm what??” the swede asked confused

“You would be happy to set up the guest room for these two... wouldn't you?” Pernille looked at her girlfriend raising her eyebrow

“Ehrm... sure... I'm very skilled in setting up guest rooms” Magda said unsure

“Thanks but I'll just shove her in the back seat and then carry her inside when we're home” Georgia laughed as she started to wake you up by poking your side gently

You just grunted and tried to crawl even deeper into your girlfriends body

“Come on sleepy... let's get home shall we?” your girlfriend chuckled

“Nooooo...” you whined after a few more pokes “... leave me”

“Come on... up you get” Georgia nudged you a little firmer

“Geeeee...” you whined

“Yes... come on... P and Mags want to go to bed to” your girlfriend said as she pushed you up into a sitting position

“Yeah well... then they should go home and not hang around here” you said still half asleep which caused Pernille to burst out laughing

“WE have to go home...” Georgia laughed as you started to wake up a little more

“Why... we are home?” you slurred sleepily

“We are not home... Pernille and Magda a home... we're not home” your girlfriend stated gently

“Well.... why don't we go home then?” you asked confused not able to follow your girlfriends mind

“Because you keep from going home” Georgia chuckled “... come on Baby... up you get”

“Can't we just stay here?” you whined trying to fight Georgias hands who tried to pull you into a standing position while Pernille had to bite her lip really hard to not burst out laughing

“We have a perfect Bed at home and I don't want to listen to get Magda and P get it on” your girlfriend groaned pulling your dead weight up

“Pernille can be quite loud” Magda mused

“And you will pay for that comment” the Dane smiled sweetly making her girlfriend swallow hard

“Come on Baby... a little help” Georgia groaned again

“I help... I'm quarter awake” you slurred

“You can always stay G” Pernille offered again seeing how your girlfriend struggled to hold you upright

“If you maybe.... can drive us?” your girlfriend smiled at her teammate desperately

“Just stay G.... I promise Magda will keep her hands to herself” the blonde Dane said softly

“I'm what?” the swede looked confused

“Are you actually able to do that or do you want to take Bronways place on the couch?” Pernille looked at her girlfriend in challenge

“Bronway?” Georgia asked confused shaking her head lightly

“You really should keep up with hashtags... Bronze.... Stanway... Bronway” the Dane shrugged her shoulders before looking at Magda again “Bed or couch?”

“Bed” Magda mumbled looking down grumpily

“Thank you” Pernille smiled sweetly

“See... the better blonde said we could stay... take me to bed” you mumbled against your girlfriend

“We don't have any clothes here...” your girlfriend pointed out

“I'll just wear yours” you nuzzled your girlfriends neck

“Okay...” Georgia huffed out “.... thank you Pernille for having us”

“No problem” Pernille laughed seeing how whipped G is for you

“Good morning” Pernille smiled at you as you stumbled into her kitchen wearing some boxer shorts and your girlfriends shirt

“Nuh-uh” you grunted pawing at the Danes coffee cup

“I understand....” the blonde chuckled giving up her own cup and getting herself a new one

“What's thank you in dananish?” you mumbled into your coffee cup

“Tak skal du have” Pernille said smiling at your bewildered face

“Tak scandal you have? What scandal?” you looked so confused that the Dane couldn't hold back her laughter

“Tak skal du have....” the Dane spoke slower so you could get the pronunciation right

“Yeah no... keep your scandal... I have enough of that in me life” you waved off plopping down on one of the chairs

“I bet... I imagine it's hard to grow up being Lucy Bronze sister” the blonde said softly refilling your cup

“It's not... but Lucy is after Keira the best thing that happened to me... she never forgot about me... she always included me... every win, every loss...” you mumbled into your cup

“Where's Georgia ranked?” Pernille asked smiling

“Same step as Lucy... don't tell Luce... she'll try to push G off” you said lowly before taking another sip

“Your sister not happy with your relationship?” the blonde asked and you felt that she was genuinely interested

“Not really no... that's why I'm here right now... Lucy was not fair to G and I didn't really want to be around her right now” you whispered biting your lip

“She'll come around... it just takes some time...” Pernille said softly stroking over your wild hair

“You don't know her... she a rhino if she wants to be... ramming through everything that's in her way” you mumbled

“But she wants to see you happy... she wants to know you save” the blonde chuckled at your description of your sister

“Then she should pull the stick out of her ass and show me that she wants to see me happy” you grumbled

“She will” Pernille said before Magda and Georgia entered the kitchen and it was quickly decided that you all would go out for breakfast.

“Babe... we need to get goin” Georgia yelled towards your bedroom

“Yeah....” you yelled back “I don't have anything to wear!”

“You have half a wardrobe!!” your girlfriend yelled back already on her way to the bedroom

“What do one wear for an event like this anyway?” you looked lost at your girlfriend who just appeared in the doorway

“It's Pride Baby... you could go naked and no one would care... I mean... I would care... a lot actually.... and probably Lucy and Keira would care too... and Alexia Putellas.. so... don't go naked please... just wear some shorts and a shirt... something you feel comfortable in” Georgia said smiling

“WHICH shirt... WHICH shorts....” you exclaimed annoyed pointing at the bed where a whole pile of clothes was laying

“Dear Jesus... since when are you so picky when it comes to clothes?” your girlfriend rolled her eyes pulling out a shirt and some shorts from the pile “Here... wear that”

“WHAT????? That doesn't even fit” you squeaked

“It does... shorts...” Georgia held up the shorts “... shirt” she held up the shirt “... works”

“It's red and pink....” you pointed out “... even I know that doesn't work”

“Then... this shirt...” your girlfriend pulled out another shirt

“Black??? On happy parade day??” you questioned her choice

“Okay you know what... no shirt... bikini top” Georgia said clapping her hands not knowing what else to do

“Uuuuhhh... good idea Babe” you smiled happily pulling out a dark blue bikini top

“I know... I just have good ideas” your girlfriend smiled proudly at her solution

“You're dating a Bronze... not sure if that's a good idea” you yelled from the bathroom where you were occupied tying up the top

“That wasn't my idea but okay...” Georgia mumbled

“What?” you yelled not hearing her

“I said that was me best idea so far!!” your girlfriend yelled back as you appeared in the doorway

“I know...” you smiled pressing a kiss to her cheek “... shoes”

“Normal Nikes.. no flip flops... there will be a lot of glass and I don't want to spend me evening in the ER where you get stiches” Georgia said holding out a pair of Nike Dunk High in Dark blue matching the bikini top

“Thanks” you smiled taking the shoes from her hand putting them on “.... come on now Babe... we're going to be late”

You were sitting next to Pernille watching the Bayern girls having a friendly against a small club who was apparently on the outskirts of Munich as a little test game since there where some new Players like Lena Oberdorf and Alex wanted to try some new things – also in hindsight to the upcoming Champions League games. You were rather bored already seeing multiple things the team needs to work on just from the first 20 minutes of play. Lena was an outstanding young player and you kinda clicked with her – she was very reserved but had an amazing humor which you immediately picked up on. The two of you shared multiple insiders – mostly regarding towards Magda who was somehow immune to dark dry humor. You also saw how your girlfriend kinda tried to click with Lena on the field but somehow had her reservations about the young talent. You knew exactly what was going on – Georgia was jealous. She would never admit it but you saw right through her. Even tho you assured her that Lena was just a friend and you two only clicked over your shared love of making fun of Magda your girlfriend grumbled along when you two shared another laugh.

“God this needs to get a little more interesting or I'm gonna fall asleep” you mumbled next to the blonde Dane who just chuckled

“The girls from Obermenzing are playing amazing” Pernille pointed out and you hummed in agreement

“I didn't mean them... I meant your team... midfield fucks up quiet a bit” you said “... they don't connect with the backline and also not to the front.... it's embarrassing to watch it”

“It's not that bad.... and that's exactly why we have these games... to try new things” the blonde smiled starting to gently scratch your neck already figured out it always calms you down

“It is THAT bad!!!” you exclaimed before you threw your arms up “COME ON G.... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???!!”

“I can't wait until you have a trainer license” Pernille laughed as the new players looked over to your yelling and the ones who already knew you hung their head low while Alex turned away from the field laughing quietly

“You wanna take over?” the man asked you a big smile plastered on his face

“Better not... I would kick their asses into next century and it's just a test game” you grumbled before jumping up “MAGDA!!!! STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR WIFES PUS...”

Pernille slapped her hand so fast over your mouth that you stumbled back a little bit

“I swear Søde... I'll will lock you inside if you don't calm down a bit.... no actually... if you don't calm down a LOT” the Dane sneered under her breath

“It's not my fault YOUR wife....” you grumbled under Ps hand

“Girlfriend.... she doesn't get her shit together so she'll still my girlfriend” Pernille huffed and you started to chuckle

“So you want to be her wife?” you smirked as Pernille finally released you again

“Of course... but I'm not gonna be the one asking... that's her job... I already asked her to be my girlfriend...” the Dane shrugged her shoulders

“I'll let her know” you smirked as the blonde pulled you into her side

“You can give her a hint.... don't you dare tell her drop down on her knee” the blonde said seriously “... she can use her brain”

“I can also kick her in the back of the knee and push a ring into her hand...” you chuckled which made Pernille laughed out loud

“I said a hint... not doing everything for her” the blonde laughed

“GEORGIA MARIE STANWAY!!!! YOUR TEAM PLAYS IN READ NOT IN WHITE/BLUE!!! ARE YOU SUDDENLY COLOR BLIND???” you suddenly exclaimed seeing how your girlfriend messed up another pass and she looked over to you ashamed shrugging her shoulders apologetic

“Full name? It's just a test game” Pernille chuckled

“I don't care.... that was an amateur mistake.... I don't tolerate amateur mistakes” you grumbled

“I wouldn't want to have you as a trainer... you need to calm down søde” the Dane said calmly

“What I need is for this team to pull the stick out of their asses and start playing” you grumbled your face dark

“Just a test game... not the Champions League final....” Pernille tried to calm you down

“If you guys play like this you'll never reach the final... Barca will eat you for Lunch” you said seriously “... and I don't want that... I want you to upset them... I want that you make them work...”

“We'll challenge that problem when we get there.. now lean back and enjoy all the ways Magda and Georgia play like they never saw a ball before” the Dane smiled softly

It was just after the second half started where you leaped out of your seat already on your way onto the field when Pernille grabbed your middle holding you back. Your girlfriend laid on the grass her face scrunched up in pain holding her knee

“Let me go” you fought Pernilles grip around your torso

“I can't... you can't go there right now...” the Dane whispered next to your ear

“That looked bad P... I need to...” you said your eyes never leaving your girlfriend as the team docs already kneeled down next to her starting their routine

“She's okay... she's okay søde” Pernille repeated into your ear her grip never faltering

“What if's...” you chocked out

“It's not.... calm down... she's okay” the Dane said calmly “They'll get her off for precaution but she's okay”

“If she walks off I'll kick that knee” you said seriously but Pernille knew it was your way of coping with the scare you just had

“And I'll let you... but look... she accepts the help from the guys” the Dane slightly tilted your head so you can watch your girlfriend hobbling off the field held up by two of the physios

“I need...” you immediately tried to follow but again got held back by Pernille

“Give them a few minutes to check her trough...” the blonde said calmly while Linda gets on the field replacing Georgia

“But...” you said helplessly

“I'll bring you to her as soon as they let us okay... but right now they need the space to work properly” Pernille stayed calm for your sake

“I just....” you tried again and again the Dane interrupted you

“I know... but right now you would be in the way... she probably just twisted it.. I know what you're fearing but it's not...” the blonde said seriously finally loosening the grip around your torso

15 Minutes later which felt like hours to you one of the physios appeared in the tunnel nodding towards Pernille who sat next to you letting you squeeze her hand so hard that she feared you'd break it. The blonde slightly nudged you signaling you to stand up and go with the physio but to her big surprise you pulled her with you. So Pernille followed you as you slowly approached the tunnel your fears getting the best of your

“Go on Søde... it's okay... Gs okay...” the blonde gently pushed you forward using her whole body

“I'm scared P....” you mumbled

“No need to be... she's okay....” Pernille said softly pushing you further down into the tunnel towards the medical room

“Promise me she's okay...” you mumbled still refusing to walk forward probably so the Dane pushed you

“I Promise Søde....” the blonde whispered and you took a tentative step towards the door looking at her for help “... just go I there... I need to get back to yell at Magda in your name okay”

“Okay...” you nodded but Pernille saw how your hands were trembling

“What's the diagnosis” you asked your voice cracking

"Hey Baby...” Georgia said the second you stepped through the door into the barely lit room

“Overstretched one of the tendons... nothing bad... two weeks of resting and crutches for a week and I'm as good as new...” your girlfriend answered calmly knowing where your thoughts went immediately

“Thank fuck...” you breathed out in relief and before you could stop them tears were running down your cheeks “... you can't do that G... you can't go down clutching your knee... clutch your ankle or head or wrist... but you can't clutch your knee... please”

“Come here Baby...” Georgia held her hand out still laying on the treatment bed her knee covered in two big ice packs and you waited until she wriggled her fingers at you before you took the step towards her “... another one... come to me Baby”

“I...” you chocked out

“I'm okay... come to me Baby...” your girlfriend said softly knowing why you were so hesitant

You finally made your way over to her and the second her hand closed around yours you broke down and if it wasn't for G reacting so quickly and closing her arms around you you would have found yourself on the floor

“It's okay Baby... I've got you and everything is okay” Georgia whispered pulling you up and on the bed next to her

“You just can't do that G... you just can't” you whimpered into her neck while she held you closely to her side

“I'm sorry Baby.... but everything is okay... I promise... you just have to hold open the doors for me now...” your girlfriend tried to lighten the mood as she pressed sweet kisses to your forehead

“The fuck I will... you can use your ass to open doors” you mumbled as you clinged to her frame “... I used my ass so you can too”

“You do have a nice ass...” Georgia smirked squeezing your ass making you squeal

After an amazing Day where you met even more amazing people you were laying in your girlfriends arms on her couch in her small Munich apartment watching a mens game as it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks and you couldn’t stop the tears escaping your eyes. First Georgia didn’t seem to notice as she had her arms tightly around you, your head on her chest. Just as your silent tears soaked through her shirt she looked down at you to find you crying

“I know the men are playing bad Baby… but you don’t have to cry” she tried to lighten the mood but that only made you cry harder.

You choked out a heartbreaking sob as you accepted internally that there was no use in holding it back anymore. Your body shook with every sob as you fell into to the depth of your hurting

“hey… hey” Georgia said a slight panic in her voice as she tried to figure out what wad happening “what’s wrong babe… talk to me”

“It hurts G… it hurts so much” you choked out not having the strength in you to explain further.

“what hurts baby… please… tell me… I can help” your girlfriend asked as she was on the verge of tears herself seeing you like this

You just shook your head somehow trying to tell her you just can’t talk as a new wave of sobs made it out of your throat and you started to feel how breathing became a problem

“Okay… okay… you need to calm down and breathe for me baby” Georgia tried her best to calm you down (and stay calm herself) but she saw quickly that it was no use

“Lucy or Keira… Lucy or keira” she mumbled to herself as she thought about who to call

After the fifth time the woman she call FINALLY picked up

“I swear to God Stanway if my sis…” Lucy answered the phone being in Barcelona at a gym session for Georgia to interrupt her quickly

“She’s crying Lucy… she’s crying so bad and she hardly takes a breath and I don’t know what to do” your girlfriend rambled the panic in her voice returning as you held onto her shirt for dear life

“Face time” was the only thing Lucy said before hanging up and seconds later Georgias phone rang with a face time request.

She immediately accepted the request and as soon as Lucys sweaty face appeared on the screen she angled the phone so Lucy could see her sister.

Lucys heart broke the second she saw her baby sister sobbing heartbreakingly clutching to Georgia as if her life would end without the physical contact her girlfriend provided. Your face was red from crying your eyes puffy and Lucy would swear on her life that she saw a little blue tint on your lips from oxygen deprivation.

“Hey… hey Bubs” your Sister spoke softly as she tried to get your attention “Bubs I need you to breath…. Deep breaths”

Just like before as Georgia tried you didn’t react except for sobbing out choked flat breaths.

Georgia could see the movement on the screen as Lucy left the Gym to have more peace and quiet – you on the other hand just kept on sobbing

“Lucy… what… what can I do?” your girlfriend asked helplessly as she tried to pull you even closer.

“You’re doing great G… just…. Keep holding her… use those arm sessions they make us do every camp and hold her… I’m on my way” Lucy said encouraging hoping to calm Georgia down a bit “but I need to know what happened”

“I…. I… I don’t know” your girlfriend stuttered repositioning both of you so you were sitting up your head no in the crook of her neck continuing to cry “… we were just laying on the couch watching a game and suddenly she started crying… I tried to make a joke about how the men weren’t THAT bad and she just completely broke down”

“It’s okay G… I knew that day would come and I’m sorry for not talking to you about it… giving you a heads up… but you’re doing good… just try and get her to breath” your sister said already signaling Alexia she needs to talk to her

“Breath for me baby… I know you can… concentrate on me and my breathing” Georgia murmured into your hair as she pulled you closer.

You took a few shallow breaths before returning to just basically choke on the air

“That was good baby… you need to do it again” Georgia started to stroke your back hoping you would find comfort in the simple action “one more time baby” she whispered against your forehead before pressing a soft kiss to it

You started to calm down the tiniest of bit taking another shallow breath

“Good… you’re doing so good” your girlfriend mumbled against the crown of your hair “take another breath baby… I know it’s hard but you can do it”

“G… I need to go… I promise I’m on my way…. Just… hang in there G… you’re doing great as well you know... I’m there as soon as possible… text me your address” Lucy said and Georgia nodded before ending the call to concentrate on you.

Slowly – very VERY slowly – you started to calm down enough to take a real breath. You still were clinging to Georgia, her shirt (and neck) soaked in tears but hell she wouldn’t let go of you for all that was holy to her.

On the other end Lucy just reached Alexia

“What can I do for you Lucia?” the blonde asked seeing her friend and teammate in distress

“I need some time off… can’t tell you for how long” Lucy said her voice lined with stress and anxiety

“May I ask why? We have some important games coming up” Alexia asked confused knowing Lucy would never skip games

“Family emergency” your sister just said looking at her friend trying to bring her point across

“Go” was the only thing Alexia said as she caught up on the fact who this “family emergency” was about “I’ll talk to everyone just go…”

“Thanks Alexia” Lucy yelled over her shoulder as she ran back to the gym quickly gathering her stuff

All of her teammates looked at her confused and it was Mapí who spoke up

“What’s the hurry Lucy… is there an all you can eat buffet we don’t know about?” the tattooed woman joked and earned a few laughs from some teammates

“Family emergency” was the short answer before she looked up and met Keiras eyes just for a second but it was enough.

“I’m coming with you” the blonde englishwoman said determinant as she too started to grab her stuff

“You can’t… I just talked to capi for some days off and…” Lucy started but got interrupted quickly

“… and nothing… I don’t care…. I’m coming with you… they can fine me or kick me off the team but I won’t let you go alone… someone needs to look after G as well… poor girl is probably freaking out” Keira said and Lucy knew there was no way in hell her ex would stay put

“I’ll drive you book the flights” your sister simply said as she turned around to Ona “I’m sorry… I…. I be back soon”

“Just make sure she’s okay and don’t come back without her” the spaniard just said knowing from the second Lucy looked at Keira who they were talking about

“I’ll try…. But I don’t think she’ll come here without G” your sister offering a small smile

“Then bring her too… she’ll fit right into our team” Ona also had a small smile on her lips

“OH shit…” Mapí exclaimed finally catching on “… I’m coming too…”

“No you’re not" Alexia said sternly just entering the gym “this is a family matter that doesn’t concern you”

“But..” Mapí said desperately

“No but María León…” Alexia shot her a glare – the infamous captain glare before turning towards Lucy and Keira “why are you still here?”

“Already leaving” Lucy said as she already was halfway through the door

Lucy pulled out her phone to call Georgia back to find a message from her “She calmed down… won’t answer any calls don’t want to set her off again … here’s my address – second floor, go right when you come up, second door… my neighbor had a key and I texted her to let her know you’ll come and pick up the key”

“Okay… I can work with that” Lucy mumbled as she texted Georgia back “call me if you need anything..”

“Next flights out is in an hour…” Keira looked up from her phone as the two reached Lucys car “… and they’re not cheap”

“I don’t care – book them… here’s my card” Lucy answered as she slipped into the drivers seat opening her wallet and giving Keira her credit card

“I can pay for my own flight” the blonde rolled her eyes

“Just… book them woman” your sister said annoyed as she maneuvered her car into the traffic and towards the airport

Meanwhile in Munich you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Georgia who retreated to stroke your back and whispering sweet nothings into your hair while she help you as tight as possible without hurting you. Your breathing was nearly back to normality but you still hadn’t moved your head from the crook of her neck. The silence between you was immensely calming to you just feeling your girlfriends love and presence without pushing you to talk.

“Music?” G whispered lowly not to startle you

As you nodded your head against her neck she moved a little to get the remote for the stereo which caused you to grab her shirt tighter again

“Not going anywhere Baby” the blonde whispered “just need to grab the remote – know you don’t like the quiet too much”

It were the little things like this that made you fall even more for her. Georgia might be loud and aggressive on the pitch and even louder after a win in the locker room but she notice the little things about you. How you prefer your coffee out of the same cup every morning for months before choosing a new cup. How you prefer the one brand of chocolate spread for breakfast over the other one. How you need your 20 minutes of peace in the morning before you were approachable. How you always stole her old England shirt and every time you visited it conveniently appearing on top in your drawer. How you love her hugs when both of you get home – just the two of you without the world watching. How her eyes always find you in a sold out stadium. How she looks at you like you’re the only person in the world even when you’re surrounded by 90.000 fans. Or just now how she knows you can’t stand the silence around you and starting her calming Spotify Playlist without needing to ask what you need to hear – all these things and more make you fall for her over and over again. But right now you needed Lucy – Lucy and Keira.

You don't know how much time passed before you distantly heard the front door of Gs apartment open and seconds later you got pulled off your girlfriend. You were startled for a second before a familiar scent hit your nose and all these feelings bubbled to the top again and you started to sob into Lucys neck as you clinged to her for dear life

“It's okay Bubs... I'm here now... I'm here” Lucy squeezed you against her getting the two of you away from Georgia and Keira who immediately went to her best friends side for support

“It hurts so much Luce... I wanna play again... I want to play and feel free... I want to feel the grass and the ball and the adrenalin when scoring” you cried into your sisters neck

“I know Bubs.. I know...” your sister just whispered as she laid down on the bed pulling you into her side while you simply can't stop crying

“I don't know what happened Kei...” Georgia was still in utter shock when Keira pulled her into the kitchen starting to make a tea for both of them “... suddenly she just.... I don't know”

“It's okay G.... you did everything right... we knew this day would come and I'm so glad it was with you” Keira said softly

“But... what happened??” your girlfriend asked lost

“She finally let go of the pain she bottled up... you just know her after she had to stop playing... but she's only a shell of herself – and I pray to god every night that he'll let her be the person she was before that... you'll see once she starts to work things out she'll be a totally different person” the blonde smiled through her tears

“But will she still want me in her life then?” Georgia asked scared

“Of course G... you are the reason she started to heal.... you made her feel so save and secure and loved – you managed something Lucy and I never did... you made her open up” Keira reassured her best friend

“I'm scared she'll only see hurt when she looks at me” your girlfriend mumbled accepting the tea Keira holds out for her

“Bullshit G.... I won't lie it's gonna be hard... on both of you – but you already showed that you'll be by her side no matter what and that you'll do the right thing when times are tough” the blonde squeezed her best friends shoulder lightly but then she saw the crutches “... why are there crutches in the kitchen??”

“Twisted me knee in a friendly...” Georgia admitted sheepishly

“Georgia!!!” Keira scolded her best friend pulling out a chair pushing the younger player down

“It's not bad... but it sent her spiraling...” your girlfriend said absently trying to hear what was going on in her bedroom with you and Lucy

“She's okay G.... Lucy won't let her hurt herself” the blonde said softly knowing what her best friend tries to do

“I should be with her...” Georgia mumbled “... she must think I abandoned her the second she let herself be vulnerable”

“She doesn’t.... and you will be with her... but Lucy needs to see and especially feel that she's okay you know... we're gonna get a room in a hotel and leave you two alone through the night and tomorrow morning we'll battle whatever we have to fight” Keira spoke calmly

“There's a small B&B around the corner here... I doubt Lucy wants to be too far away... the owners are nice and they're not too expensive...” your girlfriend said trying to stand up to retrieve the business card

“Stay.... I'll google it” the blonde said sternly pushing her best friend back into the chair when the two heard the bedroom door open and Lucy appeared in the doorway of the kitchen

“She's sleeping....” your sister said monotone sitting down opposite to Georgia with a stoic face

“Lucy....” Keira said softly trying to get a reaction out of her ex-girlfriend

“She's going to be okay... someday.... somehow... she's going to be okay” Lucy said her voice flat and suddenly she couldn't hold back the tears anymore and broke down – in the middle of Munich at Georgias kitchen table

“Lucy...” Keira tried again when her and Lucy walked the short distance to the B&B Georgia recommended earlier

“I can't Kei... I can't talk about it right now...” your sister said dismissively “We need to make a plan... I won't leave without her but she won't leave without G... so we need a plan”

“G twisted her knee earlier today.... so she unknowingly bought us some time... we'll take them both back to Barcelona... I'll text Alexia that she looks into vacation apartments... a week or two....” the blonde said knowing Lucy will talk to her when she's ready

“They can stay at mine and Onas...” Lucy said absently already fishing out her phone

“No Luce... they need their own place.... Alexia knows enough people to get an apartment where we all can be in five minutes if G calls us for help” Keira said laying her hand on top of Lucy telling her silently not to take actions

“You didn't hear her Kei... she begged me to let her kill herself... and apparently she tried before....” your sister started to cry again and all Keira could do is pull Lucy into a hug trying desperately not to cry

“I know... I knew... Lessi spilled the beans once when she was pissed drunk...” the blonde mumbled

“And you didn't think telling me???” Lucy exclaimed angrily pushing herself away from the blonde

“What difference would it have been Lucy?? You having a go at her for doing something stupid when she felt abandoned and alone?? You think that would've helped?” Keira also got upset a little bit

“I could've...” your sister tried but realized she had no idea what she would've done

“... done nothing Lucy.... you could've done nothing... it's done... in the past... and she never tried again... she doesn't even like to take pills anymore because of that... she's too scared that one Ibuprofen would kill her... so you could've done nothing and you won't do anything... you won't give her a talk and you won't hold it against her...” the blonde said firmly

“She's my sister!!! I need to protect her” Lucy said desperately

“She's my everything Lucy... and as much as I wished I can protect her from the world we CAN'T... we can be at her side when she needs us to help her stay upright but we can't protect her from everything...” Keira said trying to get through to her ex-girlfriend

“But what if it's not enough Kei?” your sister asked afraid

“Then we have to trust in everyone else who has her back that one of them is the right person to help her... and you have to trust G that she knows what she's doing...” the blonde said softly

“Okay...” Lucy took a deep breath “... okay... there are a lot of people who love her and will help when she needs it”

“Exactly.... you know she always had different people for different problems...” Keira smiled slightly “... but all of them would drop everything they're doing and come get her”

“You think we can go back to Barcelona tomorrow? I think it would do her some good... the warm weather and everything you know....” your sister looked up at her ex-girlfriend valuing her opinion

“Give her a day... G also needs some time to talk to the club if they're okay with her leaving.... Bitsy will sleep most of the time tomorrow anyway..... oh and Alexia needs time to set up an apartment” Keira answered “... but we should have a plan IF Bitsy wants to get out of the house tomorrow... I'll talk to G maybe she knows somewhere where we can have a little anonymity and can walk a little bit... but not too much with crutch-y”

“Good idea... zoo?” Lucy immediately started planning in her head

“Too many people... we can rent a car and go somewhere landside.....” the blonde said as they finally reached the small B&B and after a little communication problems (and maybe a call to G so she could translate) Lucy and Keira found themselves in small but cozy rooms where both of them fell asleep pretty quickly

“Slowly Bubs...” Lucy tried to grab your shirt as you sprinted forward

“But Lucy look...” you pointed excitedly towards the eagle who sat in his enclosure looking at you suspiciously

“A bird yes.... this is a bird place... they have birds” your sister rolled her eyes “... ooof”

“Don't be so sarcastic” Keira sneered after she elbowed her ex-girlfriend into the rips “She's having fun”

“She's pretending that what she is...” Lucy mumbled back “... she can't be nearly back to normal after she wanted to die yesterday”

“And if it helps her let her pretend...” the blonde huffed watching you as you looked up to the big eagle with awe

“Ehrm guys.... help please” you heard Georgia say and when Lucy turned around she bursted out laughing seeing her friend caught up with the rail and her crutches

“Just throw them crutches to the bottom of the stairs and hobble down Babe..” you said dismissively turning back to the big brown bird

“That's Harry... she's a seven year old Golden Eagle female...” one of the Keepers said having watched you for the last ten minutes

“She's beautiful” you whispered feeling like the bird looked right into your soul

“She's also very introverted... she doesn't interact with anyone” the young man said “... she doesn't even touch her food until everyone is gone....”

“She's hurting...” you said your voice low “... she misses her partner”

And just like that the big bird spread it wings and came down from her branch landing right in front of you

“You are, aren't you....” you whispered looking down at the majestic animal “... I know how it feels to hurt”

“She never done that... she never came down from her spot” the keeper says next to Lucy

“Yeah... my sister has some kind of talent...” Lucy watched you like a hawk when you decided to stick some fingers through the fence and the bird tilted its head a little bit

“Please don't...” the young man said and immediately got shushed by Lucy and Keira

“You need a new friend don't you” you whispered not noticing what’s happening around you but smiled when the eagle screeched at your words

“Bitsy...” Keira said softly trying to get you out of your bubble

“She needs a friend Kei...” you mumbled but your eyes never leave the bird

“But this can't be you... we can't take an Eagle back to Barcelona... and she wouldn't be happy there...” the blonde softly knowing exactly what you implied

“But...” you looked at Keira pleadingly

“No Bits... you don't want to make her more unhappy don't you... Barcelona is not a place for big birds” Keira said softly

“But we can visit her, sí?” you looked at the blonde with hopeful eyes

“Whenever you want Bits” the blonde smiled

“You need to find a friend for her... she doesn't care if it's another Eagle... try a parrot” you turned around to the young man marching of without looking back just as Georgia made her way down to the little group

“Oh come on... I just got here” you heard your girlfriend whine

“Bubs...” Lucy sprinted after you “... you know it's the best...”

“You don't understand Luce” you mumbled

“Go back and say bye to her... she's still sitting there waiting for you” your sister said softly

“I don't want to” you said and Lucy immediately knew why

“Don't leave her like her partner did Bubs... I know you two have a connection... everyone saw it... okay G didn't... she took to long... don't hurt her even more” Lucy kept her voice soft and it made you tear up again as you turned around and marched back to the enclosure

“Bye Harry... I come back soon I promise” you mumbled as you stick your fingers through the fence again and the bird pressed her head against your fingertips

“Okay... gracias Ale...” you heard Keira say into the phone as she kept stirring the tomatoes sauce “No... no that's okay... perfect... gracias Alexia”

“I'm hungry” you huffed bored

“10 minutes Bits” the blonde looked at you her phone still between her shoulder and ear “Go set the table”

“I'm sitting at the table” you groaned

“SET …. not sit... no sorry Ale...” Keira shot you a look before turning back to her call

“LUCY!! Keira said you should set the table” you yelled and smirked victorious

“I'm talking to G...” Lucy yelled back and you groaned knowing you have to do it

“I'll always be there Bubs... whenever you need me Bubs” you imitated her under your breath “... my ass”

“It's just setting the table” Keira lightly kicked you rolling her eyes just ended the call with Alexia

“What's the next step?” you asked changing the topic

“Tomorrow we all fly back to Barcelona...” Keira said as she drained the pasta “... Alexia found a small two bedroom apartment for you and G... not to far from Lucy and Ale herself.. a little further from my place... so whoever you need... we'll only be a text away okay?”

“How far is Mapí away?” you asked

“About 15 minutes...” the blonde answered truthfully

“Tweedledee and Tweedledumb?” you looked at Keira seriously

“Same... 15 Minutes... and before you ask.. I think even Jenni would come running if you ask” Keira smiled “... all the way from Mexico”

“I miss the Beach” you mumbled

“Tomorrow Bits... you can stay the whole day at the beach.... just you and G” the blonde smiled trying to cheer you up

“Okay...” you nodded before turning to the living room “DINNER IS READY!!!”

“COMING” you heard Lucy and when your sister and girlfriend entered the kitchen you knew something was up

“What's going on??” you asked eyeing them suspiciously

“Nothing” both of them answered quickly

“Georgia Marie....” you pointed at your girlfriend accusingly “... I swear...”

“The pasta is delicious” Georgia looked at Keira who started laughing

“No sex for a year” you sneered before taking a fork full of pasta yourself

“WHAT?? Baby” your girlfriend whined

“You sided with my sister” you grumbled

“You two can discuss that tomorrow in Barcelona...” Keira said firmly “... now we eat and then bed...”

“Yes mom” all three of you grumbled and you kicked Lucy for good measure against the shin

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt. 55 (12.2)

part 1 | part 54 | ao3

A cop picks him up just outside Dinwiddie, two and a half miles from where he left his car on the side of the road. She’s plump and squat, with red hair and a midwestern accent, like Mrs. Henderson if she grew up in Minnesota.

“Wisconsin,” she corrects. “Hop in, I’ll take you to Lorraine’s.”

“Thanks, Officer…?”

“Greene.”

Steve accepts the offer because his fingertips are so cold they’re starting to burn through his leather gloves, and as she drives them to the diner in town he explains the flat tire — debris flying off an eighteen wheeler, a crazy loud clang followed by a flapping thud-thud-thud, the smell of burnt rubber as he eased onto the shoulder only to remember that he never replaced his busted tire jack.

“Coulda been worse,” Officer Greene shrugs, looking at him with a small grin and tapping a gloved finger against her temple. “Coulda hit ya in the noggin.”

“True," Steve chuckles, "could’ve gone four for four on the concussions.” He has to cover his laugh with a fake cough because he gets a flash of concerned crazy eyes in response, which is pretty fair, actually. Sometimes he forgets the details of his life all sound insane. “Uh. Sports," he amends. "I play— yeah.”

The rest of the drive is quiet. Steve watches the woods, the shadows reaching like blunt fingers over the hills, and the snow turns to freezing rain and pools in all the potholes as they splash down the sad main street, past a junkyard and an old schoolhouse, past boarded-up windows and short, stubby buildings full of failing small businesses. Lorraine’s is a hole in the wall at the end of a neglected strip, half the bulbs on the sign blown out so it just reads Rain’s in flickering yellow light, and Steve thinks that's fitting because this place is shit. This place is shit, and he feels like shit, and he’s going to have to drive home to his shitty trailer and see Eddie’s van parked across the street or maybe it still won't be there at all and he— he fucking—

"Easy," Officer Greene says. "You'll chew a hole through your lip doin' that." She parks the car and turns to him, squinting. "You okay?"

Steve pinches the end of his nose.

In the diner, she slides into the booth opposite him and insists on buying him coffee and a short stack, because, "Well, no offense, young man, but you seem like you may be goin' through it a bit."

Steve winces over his coffee, cradling the warm cup with both hands. “Yeah, well,” he sniffs, “my, uh…" Your what, exactly? "I got dumped.”

He doesn’t know why he gives her the details — the empty bed, the sticky note. Sorry. Something in her eyes makes him feel like he can trust her, and when they finish their meal she reaches over and lays a hand over his. Tells him it sounds like he’s got a lot of other people who love him; tells him he should think about giving one of them a call.

With a lump in his throat and fresh tears in his lashes, he fishes quarters from his pocket and trudges over to the phone. Dials one of the few numbers he knows by heart.

“Hello,” Claudia greets, “Henderson residence.”

A truly ugly noise escapes him, wet and thick with phlegm.

“Hello?” she tries again. "Dusty, is that you? Are you okay?"

Steve’s not about to cry where all the waitresses can see. “Hey, Ma,” he croaks when he feels like he can breathe. “It's Steve. Can I... do you mind if I stay with you for a bit?” 

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part 56

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Im LITERALLY so down bad for dilf Jake Sully like omfg. Could you write a fic where maybe he is like your dads best friend yk like a forbidden romance with an age gap? (Ofc the reader is still over 18 duh)

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Forbidden secrets

Pairing: Dilf!Jake sully x 23 year old!Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

PART 2

Summary: You have a little to much fun celebrating your birthday, and the man you often caught yourself fantasizing about was the one to take you home.

Warning(s): Mature language, use of alcohol, Corruption kink, DOM!Jake, Praise kink, 15 year!age gap, unprotected p in v, degradation, dilf jake being a warning himself 🫠, cr*ampie, consensual!non!consent, f!ngering, marking, mentions of blood, semi public??? This smut is LONG

Saturday nights were usually days where Jake would relax at home and take a break from anything outside, but for today, he had to make an exception just for you.

Jake sully was your father’s best friend and right hand man when it came to anything business related. You grew up knowing Jake as one of the people you looked up to, but sometimes you couldn’t help but think about why that was.

As you got older, you’d catch yourself staring at the older man way more then usual. You’d notice when his braids were fresh and new, or when he cut his hair and lost the smallest amount of weight. Your mind had memorized every scar from previous battles that scattered his blue skin, and you knew how many freckles he had on his face. You never realized how good looking he had been till you grew up.

As for Jake, ever since you’d turned 21, he had his eyes glued to you and the way you were. Just like you, he’d find himself staring at your hips when you’d sit down and how they outlined your perfect hourglass body, or the way your hair touched the small of your back. He’d often take you hunting with him and that only made it worse, seeing the way your body moved when you pulled back a bow or even just stretched.

It was safe to say the two of you had the most forbidden feeling toward one another, and it made both of you feel so terrible.

Tonight was your 23rd birthday and of course you decided to share it with friends and family in an open area within the forest. Most of the clan had went but there were also people you knew who couldn’t go, having to tend to duties or watch their children since your party was definitely an adult only type of event. Your father was one of them, out running scout trips with a few other men while you celebrated without him.

It bothered you at first but you couldn’t think of anything else other then the drinks you had downed over the course of the night. You’d danced with many guys, sung with your friends, and even made a toast to which your very drunk words barely let you finish. It was safe to say you were the most drunk you’d ever been.

And Jake saw that.

“Having fun, Kid?” He asks, approaching you. Your conversation was cut short by the deep voice behind you, your laughing coming to an end as you turn to the familiar face with a smile.

“Jake! Your here!” You threw your arms around his large torso making him let out a small grunt, holding up your drunken body that so easily gave into his touch. “Thought you’d never show” Your friends are watching you with a smirk on their faces, eyes on the man above you that they so obviously thought was attractive as well. After all, he was Toruk Makto.

Jake frowns, excusing the two of you from your friend group before bringing you away from the crowd, gently pulling you off of him. “Your trashed, aren’t ya, peach?” You giggle and shake your head, taking another sip of the cup that was in your hand.

“N-no! This—this is water!” You argue, holding it up to show him. He only sighs at you, reaching to take it but you quickly pulled it back, shaking your head. “I promise, Jake! What’s the difference? It’s my birthday, you know?”

“I do know, and your shitfaced, Y/N. It’s time to get you home” He reaches for your drink again, this time being able to grab hold on it but not without your retaliation. “Peach, I’m really not trying to-“ Just then, the alcohol spilled all over you. Both of your hands drop the glass once you let out a gasp and look down to watch it run down your body. Your clothing was now drenched, dripping with liquid all the way down your legs.

“Are you happy! Now my clothes are wet and I don’t even have a drink” Jake doesn’t miss how you sniffle, kneeling down to see if the glass was broken which is so clearly was. He sighs and walks over to your helpless body, lifting you up gently so you wouldn’t stumble into it. “I was just having fun!”

“I know, Peach. I know” He thumbs away the preexisting tears that slipped down your cheeks before kneeling down, lifting you into his arms. “I’m gonna take you home, alright? Get you cleaned up, your gonna feel so much better” His voice is soothing against your ear and you can’t help but nod, closing your eyes to rid you of the spinning feeling inside your head.

Your relaxed as the man carries you through the forest, staring up at his features that you noticed never drastically changed since he was younger. His skin was glowing in the moonlight above you, and his yellow eyes were big trying to find your cave in the dark. You giggle at his frustrated expression, reaching up to touch his face.

“You look pretty, Sorry for screaming at you” Your apology makes him chuckle and his eyes are suddenly back on you, watching as a smile crept up to your lips. “I want a bath… a bath sounds amazing right now”

“Good thing that’s exactly where I’m taking you, huh?” You hum in agreement as he enters your cave, turning on the lantern that lit up your entire bedroom. He sat you on your hammock before excusing himself to grab some water and maybe some fruit for you to eat, trying to at least sober you up a tiny bit before you fell asleep.

You on the other hand, worked to remove your wet clothing that stuck to your skin. You had on celebration clothes so they were much more uncomfortable and skin showing, but the top wouldn’t come off and you were getting frustrated. Your mind begins to roam with anxiety as you fiddle with the strings, afraid of what Jake might say when he comes back to your half naked body.

But another part of your brain is telling you to keep it there. To keep the wet top on your body so it continued to show the curve of your breasts and nipples, and to allow your bottom half to show on full display for the older man to see. The ideas intrigued you; having Jake sully look at you like that… to look at you with hungry eyes like you’d always imagine when you were alone.

Oh Eywa, how badly you wanted him to touch you.

It was so forbidden but it felt so right, like you needed him to see you the way you saw him.

“Okay, here’s some…” Just as you had planned, you watched as his voice trails off and his eyes glue to your body, taking in every freckle and every line that scattered your skin. You were practically naked for fucks sake, how could he not look? He hated himself. He hated that he saw you the way he did but the truth was that he couldn’t see you any other way. He saw the way you’d look at him every so often and you saw the way he’d look at you, there was no reason to hide it anymore.

“I need some help with my top, Jake” Your voice is soft and slightly demanding as you stand to your feet, watching as Jake clears his throat, setting down the fruit and water he had grabbed for you. “It’s stuck… and sticky”

“Your uh… you don’t have anything on, Y/N-“

“Yes I do. I have this on” you tug at the top on your chest, watching him take a deep breath. Were you getting to him? You definitely were. His eyes are anywhere but near you now which made a smirk tug at your lips, approaching the man. “What is it, Jake? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a woman without clothes before?”

He fought with himself as he tried to hold back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your hips, taking a liking to the curve of your body. You were a tease, who knew? It was wrong of him to look at you like this… but why couldn’t he stop? Why couldn’t he turn away.

A single hum vibrates through your throat as you let your hand reach for his arm, fingertips ghosting over his skin. Yes, you were intoxicated but you knew exactly what you were doing. If anything, you were glad you had the liquid courage to do this because if you were sober, you would’ve never tried.

But believe it or not, you deeply wanted to do this.

“Y/N” Your name comes hoarse out of his mouth, almost in a warning tone. You were playing with fire, didn’t you know this? Jake was so much bigger then you, and his gaze burned holes through your skin whenever he looked at you. “Your drunk, peach” He breathes but you only giggle, eyes taking in his every ab and detail on his chest; his very strong, large chest. You look up to the man with that same smirk still on your face, letting your fingers move from his arm to his chest.

“And so, so horny” His cock twitches at your words, your eyes were burning against his own, and your face was almost undeniable in that moment. Your sweet doe eyes were big and pleading but your body was confident, touching his like it was going to take what it wanted. “Come on, Jake. You want to help me, don’t you?” Stop looking at her, Jake! Just put her to bed and leave! Jake’s thoughts were roaming so wildly through his head, the only thing that was holding him back was the fact you were so clearly drunk, and he feared taking advantage of you.

“I can’t help you, not if your drunk” He finally refuses but your not taking that answer, only touching more sensitive areas on his body to gain his upmost attention.

“I appreciate you for saying that, but you and I both know I’ve been wanting this. You, have been wanting this too” Your voice is soft but full of intent as you press your hand to his chest, feeling the chisels of his abs between your fingers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when we hunt, and how you watch my hips sway when I walk” He looks down at you as you watch your hands against him, letting them guide themselves up his perfectly toned body. “Tell me, Jake. Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”

His breath is hitched as you let your hands travel up his back, moving closer to the man with ease. You had him right where you wanted him. “I… I don’t think-“

“Don’t lie to me, Jake” Your eyes meet at your words and he can no longer act like it’s not true, taking a deep breath before nodding his head gently to you. “I touched myself to you this morning, you know why? Eywa, you just looked so good with your hair wet, and the way the water fell down your body… makes me so hot”

Your hand eventually make it to the back of his neck, shaking under his dreads with ease. You were as close as you could be, eyes looking up at him with that pleading look. “Always think about how good you’d treat me, how good you’d fuck me” You could feel his heart beating faster and faster against you, and you watched as his eyes slowly forgot their loving state that he was so obviously trying to fight. “Why are you still holding back? You want me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me?” Now you were just being a brat. Your voice was clearly in a teased tone and your body language was trying to get the best of his, you could see his jaw clenching at every word you uttered.

You lean up to the older man’s ear, brushing your lips against its lobe. Your breath was hot against his ear and you could feel his hands start to move from his sides, hesitant to touch your waist. “You better make me beg, Mr. Sully” That was it. That was his breaking point.

From the moment you whispered in his ear, to when his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, you couldn’t remember much until he was pushing you against the wall of your cave, keeping a slight amount of distance between the two of you as he took in your messy-hair state. You were laughing, biting your nail like this was funny to you. Jake didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you.

“Your playing a dangerous game, Kid” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the cave’s walls, closing you between him and the stone. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“At least one of us is playing dangerous” The two of you stood there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until Jake finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as soon as you moaned against him. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

Once again, your back is crashed against the wall as he completely devours your lips into his, fingers digging into your skin as did yours to his dreads, slight pulling them back when you needed to breath. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe Eywa, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless above him, gripping his dreads between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big, he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“Older girls wait” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his fangs were brushing your skin, hungry for it like some starved vampire. He wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to.

“Nothing’s stopping you from getting an older girl” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “And nothings stopping you from marking me, Mr sully” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed green eyes.

“Can’t have an older girl when I have a brat I need to take care of, now can I?” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. You were a brat, but you were his brat. “That’s how you like it, huh? Like being bad?” Your ears are perking at his every word and your eyes light up with a laugh to your lips, smile so big you couldn’t relax it. “Jesus, your so dirty, aren’t you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find that out” His eyes. Oh Eywa, his eyes were so hungry as he set you down on your feet, giving you a devilish look before kneeling in front of you. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the stone, not even realizing the man under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on the man under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “S-sneaky little shit” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this man knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t fall. Jake was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“That’s all? Maybe your the one holding back” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “J-Jake, let me sit down fir-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been sitting, but your legs couldn’t function correctly when he was destroying them under you.

His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Jake, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? You were being such a brat, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your fathers best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this older man. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

In only seconds, your coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak under you as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Jake’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Jake!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t stand much longer. You had to lay down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs straight, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

“Down” Was all he said to get you to do just that, falling to your knees in front of him. You shouldn’t have teased him, huh? You really, shouldn’t have. “This your first time, peach?” He asks, obviously teasingly as he strokes your hair, making your eyes roll.

Your small hands work to untie his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor under you. Great mother, your suspicions were more then right. He was big, so fucking big you were unsure if it’d even fit inside you. Your body was small compared to his, and something like this was almost double the size of the first guy you’d been with.

“Nervous?” That’s it. You don’t even listen to Jake as you take his large length in your hand, leaning over it to let a line of spin drip onto the skin. Jake watches closely as your tiny hand spreads the spit around his cock, stroking the base of it. His hand falls to the side of your head as you let your tongue push against his tip, swirling around its mushroom head. You weren’t even doing much but Jake couldn’t help but go completely feral for you, praising your every move with heavy breaths.

You open your mouth to him, closing it around his cock once you went as far as your could. You look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, driving him absolutely insane. He was already harder then he had to be, now it was you teasing him for it. Your mouth is warm around him and he can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you, that thought alone made him feral. Your already stroking him faster and sucking him harder, tired of waiting for him to be inside of you. You could taste the sweet pre that leaked from his tip, humming around his painfully hard cock that sent vibrations through his body.

“Want to fuck your face… Gonna let daddy do that?” You bat your eyelashes at the man above you, removing your hand from his shaft along with your mouth, sitting back on your knees. He chuckles, pushing his thumb against your lip to open your small mouth, grabbing hold of his cock to press onto your soft tongue. “Such a dirty girl. A shame your dad doesn’t know your not at that party right now”

Your mouth is already filled before you could respond, and you could feel every ounce of him push into your throat as he strokes into it, holding your head to guide it along his shaft. Your nails dig into his thighs and make him groan, throwing his head back at the unbelievable sensation you gave him. You were so good for him, it made him wish you had been older so it wasn’t so wrong of him to mate you… but you both knew it was.

“Fuck, just like that. Taking me so well—wish you would’ve came to me sooner, Kid” you moan against his cock, the lines of spit from your mouth were now dripping between the two of you, making a mess of the ground. “All that shit that comes out your mouth about how your so innocent, about how your such a good little princess? Where’s your mouth now? Huh, girl?” He wanted to stay there forever but he knew he couldn’t. He was close enough, he needed to fuck you now.

He pulls you off of him, allowing you to gasp with your chest heavy, following his instructions to move to the fur mat you had in your room. You didn’t even have a minute to adjust yourself before he’s already towering over you, pushing you onto your back and pulling you by your ankles closer to his body.

“Jake” You call to him breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He looks to you with his ears perked, watching as a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. “Use me” Your words are like a command almost, and his face is already meeting yours, kissing your lips roughly as he hovered over you. If it was rough you wanted, it was rough you’d get.

His cock is pressed against your entrance almost instantly, your slick coating it’s head with ease as he runs it along your slit. You were ready, you wanted him for far too long and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes give him a reassuring look before you press your forehead against his, feeling him slowly push his tip into you.

His fingertips are caressing your cheek, soothing you as your eyes squeeze shut. You wanted this and you weren’t a virgin, but this was nothing like before. “You okay, Sweet thing?” He asks softly and you nod, fingers intertwined in his dreads. Jake stares longingly at you, watching your every move as your face contorts at the slight pain, pushing more into you slowly.

“Jake” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “S’big… so fucking big” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the fur underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Now your just stroking my ego, pretty girl” He jokes, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “Jesus, your so perfect. Wish I could breed this pussy… this pretty little cunt of yours”

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Jake! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of your cave but you don’t care, only worried about the man above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks your endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Jake for more. “It’s so good… fuck! Your so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. What would your dad say if he saw you? If he knew how badly you wanted me to fuck you? Such a dirty girl, Y/N” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big yellows were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Jake, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole forest knows who’s fucking you this good” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Jake…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it! Good fuckin’ girl!” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “Squirting all over me, can’t believe anyone actually believes your innocent”

“Jake it’s—it’s too much!” You push on him but he obviously doesn’t budge, only rolling his eyes at your attempt.

“You begged me to fuck you like this and now your giving up? A shame, thought you were stronger then that” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn bright blue, scratching along his striped skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? Is that what you said?” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Jake—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, Jake” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your light blue skin. Once again, you could feel his fangs threaten to break through you but he held himself back, placing sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Kid. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, fuck me back!” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Mark me, Jake. Please… please mark me!” You beg making his ears perk, his chuckle against your ear making your skin shiver with goosebumps.

“You know I can’t do that, Kid. M’sorry” He snaps his hips against you and you mewl loudly, crying out his name. “Just let me fuck you nice and good, yeah? Give you a birthday to remember” You huff, reaching back against him to grab his face.

You look over at him, your loving eyes practically begging him. “The back of my neck, Jake. N-nobody will see it! Nobody will know—fuck! Nobody will know it was you” you try to bargain and you can tell he was debating it, glancing down at the area on your neck. “Please, do it for me?” Fuck. That got him good. He cursed himself before pushing your hair away from behind your neck, leaning down to run his tongue along it.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one day” He sighs and you can feel his fangs press against your skin making your eyes roll back, feeling your third orgasm of the night slowly approaching. You let out a shaky breath against your hand as the slight sting took over your body, like you had been getting a tattoo for the first time. His fangs pierced your neck, coating themselves in your sweet blood.

“Yes! Jake I’m… I’m gonna come again!” You whine, not daring to move your head as he soon released your skin, cleaning the blood with his soft tongue. He was close, so fucking close and he knew this was as far as he could go. He needed you to come now.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them against your back, pushing your head to the mat as he sat up against you, slamming into you harder than before now. You’re a moaning mess under him and you know your done for, begging him for more and yelling to him how close you were getting. He couldn’t handle it.

“Come for me, baby. Need to paint that pretty face of yours” Jake moans above you and it makes you frown, pushing your hips harder against him as you clench around his cock, making it almost impossible to move. “Don’t be a brat, kid. You know I can’t!” He already knows what you’ll ask but the answer was no. He couldn’t, he definitely couldn’t.

“I’m not in my heat, Jake. Please!” You beg, knowing it was practically impossible for you to get pregnant if you weren’t in heat. Jake kept repeating his answer with every stroke but as he continued, it didn’t seem to matter. You wouldn’t let him go. “Please, Jake. Want it inside! I want all of you!”

“You’re so fucking drunk, Y/N. You don’t want that” He curses, holding himself back from releasing just off how tight you were clenching around him. You roll your eyes, you knew exactly what you were saying.

“Stop being an asshole and just fucking do it!” He groans loudly, pushing your head against the mat harshly as he picked up his pace, tightening his grip around your wrists. You had officially pissed him off. You were screaming under him, he wasn’t just kissing your cervix anymore but he was full on ramming into you, like a wild animal during its rut.

“Fucking brat, you never know when to shut up, huh? Come for me now, Y/N” You cry, unable to hold it any longer. His grunts are louder now and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, just waiting for you to release. You let out the loudest moan you could as you tip over your edge, fingers balling into a fist as you cry loudly from your orgasm. “That’s it! Milk my cock, kid. Just like that!”

“Please give it to me, Jake! I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Just give it to me!” You beg the man and with only a few more strokes, he pushes himself as deep as he could go inside you, releasing himself deep inside your dripping wet cunt. “Yes! Oh my god—yes!” Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against him, helping him ride out his high inside you.

The hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls, and he almost collapses onto you, holding himself up just inches from your body with his heavy, hot breath against your skin. The two of you are sweaty messes against each other and you don’t even know what to say, only laying there lifeless as he slowly slipped out of you. You could hear him moving around your room but you didn’t care. You couldn’t even move, you felt so weak.

He clicks his tongue as he kneels down to you, scooping your body in his arms gently to not hurt you so much. He can see the bruises along your body now and instantly feels bad. He hurt you, his innocent little girl that he was sworn to protect. “You alright, Y/N?” He asks worried, laying you down on your hammock and retrieving a blanket to cover you.

You open your eyes to the man standing above you, his loincloth and gear back on his body making you frown. “You’re leaving?” You question sadly and he sighs, looking over at the entrance to your cave.

“Your father will be home soon, Kid. I can’t stay” Jake admits, sad as well that he can’t be with you. You wanted to argue but you knew he was right, giving him a small smile with your arms out for him. He kneels down so his face is level with your own, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. He hated the fact he had to leave you after doing that with you, he felt like an asshole.

But he couldn’t stay and get caught by your father. He didn’t want you to get in trouble, especially on your birthday.

You both pull away with a smile and Jake looks down beside him, holding up the bin he put there and the medicine he laid out on your small table that acted as a nightstand. “Put some medicine here for when you wake up and the trash is here if you need to throw up, okay? Your father should be home soon so you won’t be alone for long” His finger strokes your cheek and you nod softly, eyes threatening to flutter shut.

“Could you stay until i fall asleep?” Jake looks at you with a softening face, sighing before nodding his head. You were already well on your way, there was no point in saying no. “I’m gonna have the worst hangover, huh?” He chuckles, nodding his head as he lays behind you, pressing his stomach against your back.

“I’ll be here in the morning, don’t worry” Your forehead creases at his words but he quickly shushes you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Gotta help your father with something here, but don’t worry about that now, just close your eyes” He reaches to stroke your hair softly, listening to your purring noises next to him.

You smile, closing your eyes at the sudden touch. You felt safe, so at home with him. You prayed this wasn’t just a dream. “I love you, Jake” The words slip from your mouth and you’re not even worried about them, feeling yourself slipping away already. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you so much more, kid”

PURRRRR DOUBLE UPLOAD!!! Sorry if there are mistakes, my keyboard is glitching cause of how long this was 🫠. I’m sweating this was one of my best works 🥲

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (21)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, romance, a little angst

Indecent Proposal (20)

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“Doll, you need to calm down. I’m fine,” Steve sighs deeply. He cannot stop you from cleaning his knuckles with a swap. “We want you to eat something and have a warm bath.”

“Y/N,” Bucky runs his hand over your back. “Stevie is right. Let him clean his knuckles. I’ll get you something to eat.”

You shake your head and grab Steve’s wrist when he tries to pull away. “No. I need…I need something to do to keep my mind off what happened. Please let me do this.”

Both men look at each other and swallow thickly. It was more than a close call. They believed you were safest at their home. How very wrong they were.

One simple lie and the woman attacking you sneaked inside their well-guarded home to fulfill her mission. – To kill you and your babies.

“Steve,” Bucky knows exactly what’s going on in his husband’s mind, “don’t. We couldn’t know she’d try to sneak inside our home. She was bold and determined, I give her that.”

“We promised Y/N to protect her and failed,” Steve sniffs. “How can she still feel safe if that woman could easily sneak inside our home.”

“The security was looking for Rumlow, not that nurse. How should we have known, Steve? Sometimes we fuck things up. It happens.”

“It cannot happen, Buck!” Steve angrily replies. “We have a pregnant wife, and that woman almost killed her and our babies!”

You wrap your arms around Steve’s neck. “It’s not your fault. Bucky saved me.”

“Because he’s a horny bastard,” Steve wraps his arms around you and brings you in his lap. “I don’t want to think about what could’ve happened if he wasn’t such a horny dog.”

“Same—” Bucky is unusually silent tonight. He blames himself for not walking you to the bathroom. If only he followed you the moment you told him you needed to pee, the attack could’ve been avoided.

“It’s not your fault either, Buck. You saved me with your incredible knife skills,” you drip your head to look at Bucky. “Come here for cuddles.”

“Only for a moment. I need to talk to Jake about the security cameras and check on the gate again. We cannot risk another lapse.”

Bucky joins you and Steve. He wraps both of you in a hug and nuzzles his face in his husband’s neck. For a few moments, he allows himself to be a loving husband and soon-to-be father.

The moment he leaves the room, he’ll turn into the stone-cold mobster his enemies fear. He’ll give Rumlow no chance to escape or get even close to you.

Steve was right. It’s hunting season and James Buchanan Barnes will be the hunter bringing Rumlow down.

“Barnes, you can’t be serious,” Natasha hisses. “I was nothing but loyal to you, Steve, and your organization. I’d never betray you.”

“You’ve been loyal to the money you got from us. Nothing else. You don’t know shit about loyalty and to die for the people close to you. If you are standing in my way in this, I’ll make sure that you get out of my way.”

“Bucky,” she tries to sweet-talk herself out of the more than dangerous situation she’s in. If Bucky knows that she warned Rumlow, and told him to leave town weeks ago, she will end up dead. Just like the nurse. “I don’t know what has gotten into him.”

“We know,” Bucky sneers at Natasha. “This is about some woman who didn’t respect boundaries. She tried to kill Steve to have me all for herself.”

Bucky points at the manila folder on Natasha’s desk.

Natasha quirks a brow. She opens the folder and thumbs through the pages. “I see. She killed herself.” She hums. “But what has this to do with Rumlow?”

“She’s his ex-girlfriend. He didn’t take it well that she left him to live a better life in the big city. Rumlow took it even worse that she killed herself because I wouldn’t let her murder my husband.”

“In other words,” Natasha sighs deeply, “your dick got you in trouble.”

“That’s not funny, Romanoff,” Bucky spats. “If you know where Rumlow is, this is your last chance to help us. Think about it.” He places an envelope filled with money on her desk. “I’ll give you a choice.”

“What do you mean?” She furrows her brows.

“You can stand there and lie to me to protect Rumlow, or you’ll take the money to go on a vacation after you tell me where he is,” Bucky slides a knife out of his sleeve. He twirls it between his fingers while keeping an eye on Natasha. “I cannot guarantee your safety if you decide on protecting him, though.”

“You’re threatening me, Barnes?“ She huffs to sound confident, but in reality, she fears for her life.

“No,” he steps closer, holding his knife in a tight grip. “I’m telling you exactly what’s going to happen.” Bucky takes another step toward Natasha to underline his words. “I do not threaten people. If I tell you that I’m going to kill you, then you’ll end up dead.”

She sucks in a breath. Natasha is by all means not a damsel in distress or easily scared. This doesn’t mean she she's not intimidated when an angry James Buchanan Barnes stands in front of her, a knife in his hand.

“You can have a good life, Natasha,” he whispers lowly. “Enough money to fulfill all of your wishes.” Bucky dips his head to look at the pictures on her desk. “If you want to leave town, we can arrange that too. New identity, new life. No problem.”

“I only need to rat Rumlow out,” she bitterly replies. “It’s like I killed him myself if I do so.”

“Natasha, he sent that woman to kill Y/N and our babies. If he wants us dead because his ex-girlfriend killed herself, fine. But he went after Y/N. She has nothing to do with this shit. Rumlow crossed more than one line. You know that.”

“He tried to kill the babies?” Her eyes widen, and she drops the picture in her hands. “Why didn’t you tell me this first?”

“I thought you heard it through the grapevine,” Bucky scoffs. “So, what will it be, Nat? Are you in or out?”

“I tried to save his life, believing he’s after you because he tries to bring your empire down. I believed he’s a good cop, nothing else, Bucky.” She drops the manila folder on her desk. “If this is a vendetta because of some girl, he’s all yours.”

Bucky watches Natasha grab her phone. “I assume you’re all in.”

“I don’t want to know what happened to him. Barnes, whatever you do to him, his body cannot be found in my town. Get rid of him. Throw him into the Grand Canyon. I don’t care. Just don’t do it in my town.”

“Fine.”

“I can’t guarantee that he’s there,” she says while scribbling down two addresses and two phone numbers. “The first number is his normal phone. The other one is a burner phone he used to call me a few weeks ago. Maybe your little geek can trace one of his phones.”

“That’s a start,” Bucky grabs the piece of paper. “I was never here.” He warns, still not convinced that Natasha is on their side. “Remember, you didn’t hear of Rumlow for weeks and know nothing about his activities.”

“You should’ve been a man and come here yourself, not send a girl. If you want something to be done right, do it yourself.”

He can hear Rumlow suck in a breath at the end of the line. If only he stays on the phone for a little longer, Jensen can trace his phone and find out where the bastard is hiding.

Bucky squares his jaw and takes a deep breath. He hates being like this, but this can’t be helped.

“You know, she died too fast for my taste. I would’ve liked hurting her for a little longer. She tried to kill my wife and babies after all.”

“You damn bastard,” Rumlow growls into the phone. “First my girl, and then her sister? How can you look in the mirror, you monster.”

“What do you want to do about it?” Bucky laughs into the phone. “How about you man up and we meet to settle things between us…”

He dips his head to look at Jensen, his brows furrowed.

Jake nods silently pointing at the computer to tell Bucky he found Rumlow’s position…

Part 22

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[whiteferrar1]

“Brothers Best Friend”

Summary: Your stuck at your childhood home during spring break with your Brother; Suguru and his annoying best friend, Satoru Gojo. Everything goes well up till a single night

Warnings: 19 Yr old reader, Gojo is 21, banter, mentions of blood and fighting, fingering, virgin reader, Gojo being a lil mean :3 pet names, Gojo steals Geto’s car, STEM reader 😛, NOT AVTUALLY PROOF READ, Porn with plot

Staying in your childhood home after long drawn out semester of college classes, shitty side jobs, unpaid internships, you could finally relax.

So you did. You laid back against the pillows on your childhood bed, hanged out with childhood friends who stayed in your hometown for school, stayed up late watching reruns of old shows that ended in the 2000’s. Everything was perfect.

Until a tall man with sunglasses and fluffy white hair walked through the front door with a smug grin on his face.

Satoru Gojo, your brother’s best friend since childhood. He walked through the childhood home like he lived there. Taking off his shoes at the door before walking over to the stocked fridge without sparing a glance at you. It irked you- HE irked you.

You and Gojo never got along, no matter what your brother or parents tried to make you two be at least civil in each other’s presence. It never worked out.

“Suguru I didn’t know you already had a girl over” Gojo said to your brother has he grabbed a bag of chips and a soda that you bought and was saving.

He squints his eyes a bit before he chuckles “Oh your sister, sorry that’s even worse”

“Gojo for the love of god, be quiet.” You mumble as you cross your arms with a huff.

“Ahh don’t be like that Guppy~” He coos with a playful glint in his icy blue eyes.

Another reason you hated Gojo. The god forsaken nicknames that he never let go, even as you two grew older. This one stuck and never went away. It was probably because your parents called you it all the time for your love of fish.

You would cry when your family made fish, sniffling as you would try to put the already dead fish into the sink to bring it back to life. Gojo never failed to tease you for that. Laughing as he kept telling you the fish was dead and never coming back.

He would also try to make you eat fish, shoving the fork of warm salmon to your lips as you cried. “You’re such a cry baby, Guppy!” He’d remark with loud laughter as your brother hit him over the head and yelled at him to stop bullying his younger sister.

“Would you stop calling me that! Seriously” I snap at him. Suguru sighed and shook his head at the oncoming banter.

“But you’re just like a guppy! You got fat cheeks like those goldfish” He teased as he flopped down onto the couch next to him.

“Their called Bubble eye goldfish first off, and it’s their eyes that are big not the cheeks” I retort with a roll of my eyes.

“Nerd.” He said with a fake cough.

Your eye twitched slightly before you eye the drink, your drink in his hand.

“That’s my shit asshole! If you’re gonna take something from my fridge at least have the decency to ask!” I exclaim as I move to try to grab it from his hand.

Your chest pushed almost in his face as you tried to reach out for it. He let out a laugh and lifted his arm fully up to avoid your grabbing.

“If I asked you would’ve said no!” He said with a wide grin on his pale face.

You let out another annoyed huff as you get off the couch. You slap the back of Gojo’s head before you turn on my heel.

“Whatever, I have a party to get ready for so this bullshit, doesn’t matter” You grumble as you walk off and up the stairs.

It couldn’t have been more than 2 hours before the sound of your heels are heard coming down the stairs. Gojo is still on the couch next to your brother as their hands click away playing a video game on the TV.

“I have a little reunion party with some of my friends, so i’m heading out. I should be back by 10” you say mostly to the air, as you grab your handbag from the kitchen.

Gojo’s eyes scanned you up and down. A light blue crop top that hugged your chest just right in Gojo’s opinion. A pair of black jean shorts, and a pair of lifted sneakers. Everything you wore, how you looked, made Gojo’s normally calm face flush.

Gojo wanted to say something, maybe a teasing joke or a horrible pick up line but he was left speechless. You had really grown up. To him before you left for college you were always Suguru’s annoying crybaby little sister. But now… You were Y/N the stunning STEM major that looked so good dressed up in his colors.

You left and the night passed by quickly. Gojo couldn’t shake you from his mind though. When his mind would wonder from the video games of the TV showing playing, it would run back to you. Little snippets of moments from childhood, your witty personality, the little tears that would swell up in your big Bambi eyes when you would see a stray animal or be offered fish.

He’s snapped out by two things. Suguru snoring on the other side of the couch and Suguru’s phone ringing appearing your name. Gojo groaned a bit as I leaned up from the couch and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” Gojo says through the phone.

“Gojo, it’s me, Y/N uhm where’s my brother? I need to picked up, like…now” You say with a rushed tone, worry lacing your tone.

“He’s dead asleep, what’s wrong I can get you” Gojo responds as he’s already sitting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys.

You sigh softly “The party, went to shit… Me and this girl started arguing and it got heated. She pushed me so I throw a punch. She was on the floor and I thought I won but then a knife was pulled out, cops are coming and I’m sitting on the front porch waiting” You explain.

“I’m already driving, I have your location, I’ll hear there in a minute” Gojo responds before he hangs up.

The man speeds through the streets, trying to get to you as soon as he could. He pulls up in front of the house and sees you sitting on the stairs up to the porch, a cigarette in between your fingers. He speed walks over to you, looking at your bruised face and crust of dried blood under your nose.

“Are you okay? Did you need to go to the hospital? Can you walk” He worriedly asks as He pulls you up onto your feet.

“I’m okay Gojo, really. It’s just a bruised eye and some cuts” You try to explain say as he holds you while you walk to the car. He keeps you tightly in his arms as he gets you into the front seat.

“I was worried when you mentioned the knife, thought you’ve been stabbed” He mutters has his hands keep close on the stirring wheel. He drives fast to get home, speeding through red lights as you looked at him with a worried expression.

“Why are you going so fast! You’re gonna get a speeding ticket and a ticket for running through like 2 red lights” You scold him as he just rolls his eyes.

“Your hurt, I need to get you back to the house so we can figure out if you need stitches or if you have a concussion. Plus; this is Suguru’s car” He explains as he moves his right hand to pats your thigh then keeps his palm on the skin.

It’s no use in fighting him so you nod. you barely noticed you got home. Gojo swiftly helps you out of the car and rushes you into the house. He sees Suguru is still sleep so he softly places his phone back down where is was before he takes up to the upstairs bathroom.

Gojo pulls out a med-kit and a portable ice pack. He pops the pack open and hands it to you to place on your eye. You tell him a soft thank you. He walks up and examines your face. His thumb rubbing your cheek as he uses his phone flashlight to check your pupils. They seem fine before he disinfects your cuts and puts little bandaid on them gently.

“Thank you Satoru…How can I repair you for helping me out” I whisper to him as he looks down at you.

“How. about…A kiss?” He teasingly says with a smile.

“Your for real?” You ask with a flush reddening your face.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you” He whispers.

You smile softly before you pull his down and press your lips against his. You put the ice pack down as his hands go to your waist.

The kiss has passion of years of tension and want flowing into the touch. His lips soft as he puts you on the bathroom counter. He hands clawing your clothes with need.

“I-Fuck- I need you sweetheart” He whispers to you, hands slowly pulling at your shorts. He unzips the jeans and pulls them down.

His lips stay connected to yours, his finger tips brushing against your clothed cunt. His thumb swiping circles along your throbbing clit. Your breath hitches into the kiss, your back hitting against the mirror.

“Fuck-Satoru wait” You gasp as you hold his wrist in place “I’m a virgin, like never had anything done.” You tell him.

“I’m fine with that, if your are. I’ll be gentle and take it at your pace” He says. You nod and let go of his wrist and lets him use a finger to slide off your panties.

“Such a pretty pussy” He groans as his cold hands rub up and down your folds. “Can’t believe I didn’t get to look at her sooner” He whispers.

His thumb rubs against your clit again, pressing slightly down as you gasp out. “Fuck! Satoru” You whine.

Your foreheads lean against each other he shushes you softly “Gotta stay quiet baby, don’t need your brother hearing us” He warns.

“Already so wipe from just a lil’ teasing, you really haven’t been touched” He mumbles as he puts his middle finger inside your hole.

Your moans grow loud making you clasp a hand over your mouth. He speeds up his pace a bit, before he puts his ring finger inside. His fingers curl at the gummy spot in your cunt as you loudly whine against your palm.

“Fuck baby, clamping down on me, can’t imagine how my dick is gonna fit into this pretty cunt” He groans.

You take your hand off your mouth . Your hands grab his shoulders, his fingers fucking into you at a pace that made you almost tear up.

“Sososo good! Fuck- Please don’t stop please Satoru please” You moan while trying to keep your voice down “I need to cum, I’m gonna cum soon Toru’” You tell him as your head throws back against the mirror.

The white hair man grins wildly, hunger and lust flaming in his blue eyes. His fingers keep a fast pace, curling and rubbing up against that sweet spot.

“Satoru I’m gonna cum!” You warn you with loud whines escaping your throat.

“Let go baby, cum around me fingers sweet girl” He tells you.

The two fingers hit the perfect spot before your seeing stars. Loud moans unable to be held back. Your cunt clamps down onto his fingers. Your thighs shake fast as he slows down the pace slightly and lets you ride out your orgasam.

Sweat drips down your forehead with sighs leaving your mouth. Satoru kisses your cheek softly as his hands leave your sensitive pussy.

“Such a good girl…” He tells you “Let’s go take a bath”

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The next morning while you and Satoru sit on the couch eating food Suguru slams the front door open “Why the fuck do I have 3 speeding tickets?!”

[countryclubkook]

Always Get What I Want

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Cameron!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, SMUT, mean JJ, degradation, name calling (uses of bitch, slut, whore), language, reader is a bitch, angst at the end, face slapping, i think that’s all but please let me know if i’m missing any!

Summary: Being a Cameron and sneaking around with JJ has it’s fun, but what happens when he confesses something and you do something that changes things for the worse?

A/N: This took so long to write and turned out much longer than I planned. I’m a huge fan of it and love how it turned out and hope you all enjoy it as well! I promise I love JJ😭 (JJ and the reader are both 18 in this. Rafe is 21)

“Ow JJ, don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks” you slapped his hand away to get him to ease off the tight grip he had on you. JJ was hot and he fucked you better than these other boys you had been with, but you wouldn’t be caught dead with him. That’s why you were hiding in the bathroom of the country club to meet him right now.

“Right, I forgot I'm only good enough to make you cum over and over again, but not good enough for people to know that it’s me making you wobble to your little brunches at the club.”

“Oh my god JJ,” you rolled your eyes and let out a loud sigh “are you going to keep talking about this or actually fuck me?”

“What if I don’t huh? What if I just leave you here dripping wet and needy?” He knew he wouldn’t do that. Even if it wasn’t for you, he would still fuck you just to get his dick wet.

“I could always tell my brother…but then he’d probably kill you and I would lose all the hot sex we have. Or…I could go find another boy who’s dick could never fill me up as good as yours does, record him fucking me like a stupid whore, and then send it to you to show you what you’re missing out on. How does-“ his lips crashed into yours as he pinned you to the wall, his hand firmly wrapped around your throat.

You let out a small moan and smirked against his lips in satisfaction. He could deny it, but you always got what you wanted. At the end of the day, he was still just a horny guy and you were an incredibly attractive girl who gripped his cock so fucking well. Just a ‘pretty and desperate cock sleeve’ as JJ said.

“Was this your plan baby? Get me all worked up so I would be real mean to you just like you want?”

“I don’t know what you mean JJ” you smiled in feign innocence.

“Come on princess, you’re not that dumb. We both know you get fucking soaked when i’m mean to you, all because you’re a desperate and needy whore.” you let out a small whimper at his words and clenched together your thighs.

“JJ, please” you’re begging him by this point. You want him to fuck you so bad and give you what you desperately need.

“Turn around and show me how bad you want it” a smug look was on his face as he turned you around and made you hold onto the wall.

You pushed your hips against his, grinding against his cock while pulling off your skirt, feeling him get harder and harder. He let out a small moan at the feeling before grabbing your hair in his hands and turning you to face his cock. “Look at the mess you made on my shorts baby, such a fucking slut”

“Sorry” you smirked, until he pulled his cock out of his shorts , pushed you to your knees, and shoved it into your mouth causing you to let out a muffled gasp of surprise.

His head fell back as he fucked your face, groaning when you gagged on his cock and tried pulling yourself off for air. His grip only tightened, holding you right where he wanted you.

“Where do you think you’re going? You wanted to be treated like a slut so bad so fucking take my cock down your throat whore” he was being so mean and it was only causing you to grow wetter. You took your hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit desperate for some relief.

JJ noticed what you were doing, your pathetic little whines giving you away, and slapped your face to get your attention. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” you gave a weak ‘no’ “Then why the fuck are you touching yourself bitch?! Hands off, all your attention should be on me and my cock.”

You pulled your hands away from your swollen and throbbing clit and began sucking faster, moaning around him from how turned on you were. Your hands moved to cup his balls and play with them to make sure he felt as good as you could make him, while also hoping he was close so you could get some attention too.

“Stop,” you kept going anyway as you were too in the zone to fully understand what was said, “I said stop! Fucking listen to what you’re told for once in your goddamn life.”

He pushed you off and gave you another slap in the face for not filling his orders when you were first told, loving the fucked out look in your eyes and the small layer of sweat forming on your body. Your breathing was heavy as you tried to finally catch your breath, but that was cut short as JJ pulled you into a rough kiss.

“You’re so beautiful baby, my pretty girl” he cooed and it made your head spin from how quickly he could switch personalities.

“Thank you J, I'm just confused because you didn’t cum. Why did you push me off?” he grabbed your chin and smirked before pulling you back up and pinning your hips to the wall.

“Because I want to fill this perfect little cunt up with my cum baby. You want it?” you eagerly nodded your head yes while pushing your hips back.

He lined the head of his cock up with your dripping entrance and slowly pushed inside of you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. You threw your head back and let out a moan at the feeling of finally being filled up like you wanted this whole time. He checked with you to see if he could move and began harshly thrusting into you when you gave him confirmation. Your knees were weak and you felt like you were going to collapse to the ground from the immense amount of pleasure you felt and JJ could see it so he wrapped his arms around you to keep you steady.

“Fuck princess, you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl” his lips moved to your neck and began leaving small kisses. Groaning when you’d clench again and tightening his grip around you in return.

“You feel so good JJ, you fill me up so well. Love your cock so much” you whined out, moving one of your hands to grip his forearm.

His thrusts were getting faster and more sloppy as you felt yourself getting closer to coming. Your hand moved to pull him in for a kiss, letting out pathetic whimpers each time you felt his balls slap against you and his cock hit just the right spot inside you.

“You close baby? Going to make a mess all over my cock?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Fuck, yesss”

He reached one hand down to your clit and began rubbing it, the new feeling causing your eyes to roll back and breathing to become labored. The sound of skin slapping, JJ groaning and letting out whimpers of his own, and the sound of you being rescued to a whimpering and stuttering mess filled the room and you just hoped nobody was around to hear the filthy sounds.

“You want to cum? You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum sweetheart?” you gave a weak nod “Then fucking cum slut! Let me have it all baby, milk me dry. Fuckkkk” he groaned, the both of you seeing stars as you came undone together.

Your legs were shaking as he gave a few final thrusts, one hand holding you up as the other groped your tits harshly. Once he emptied his load into you, he pulled out and let out a laugh as he watched you collapse.

“Woah there shaky legs, come here. I’ve got you baby” he spoke in a soft tone, taking your hands and helping you stand up and not letting go of you until you could stand on your own.

He gave you a gentle kiss and pushed the hair out of your face so he could admire how beautiful you looked before the both of you left and went your separate ways. You gave him a lazy smile before the both of you got dressed and fixed yourselves in the mirror. As soon as you managed to make yourself look presentable again, you began walking to the front door but were stopped as JJ grabbed your wrist gently and stopped you.

“What is it?” He gave you a nervous look before speaking.

“I-I think I like you. Like actually like you and not just in a using you for sex way. You’re a fucking bitch and I should hate you, but I don’t. There’s like these little moments where it’s like you slip and there’s this caring side to you, like you feel the same way and just keep it hidden. The sex is a great bonus, but I just feel like deep down you want something more.” you looked at him in shock, where the hell was this coming from?

“JJ-“ he cut you off.

“Look, I know you probably don’t feel the same and I'm just making this shit up. But tell me you don’t feel the same and I'll leave it alone, but I don’t think I can keep doing this if you don’t. So please just tell me”

“I-“ you pondered in thought for a moment “You’re right. I don’t feel the same way, you’re a fucking pogue JJ. I’m literally like kook royalty, i’m fucking filthy rich and come from a great family. I would never be caught dead dating someone like you. You just fuck me good, maybe it is better that we don’t continue this anymore. Don’t need you thinking you actually have a chance” you have him such a cold laugh and spoke with such venom in your voice. It was one you’d never given him before, sure you’d tease him and give him the occasional mean comment but you’d never been so cruel to him before.

“Fuck you. I’m done with this shit” he scoffed, he would’ve accepted the rejection. There was no reason to be such a giant bitch to him.

“You’re lucky I don’t tell my brother and his friends you creep! They’d fucking kill you and i’d never have to worry about you again” you shouted at him after he left the room, his retreating figure getting harder to see as he walked away.

What you didn’t know was that Rafe had seen him walk out of the bathroom and you walk out of the same stall right after.

“What the fuck was he doing with you huh?” you jumped at the sound of your brother's voice and turned to face him, his face a mix of anger and confusion as he walked closer to you.

“Rafe um, he was just-“ then it hit you. You could save your ass and take out all your mixed feelings on JJ at the same time “he trapped me in there, something about wanting to talk to me about you and your friends and to teach us stupid kooks a lesson. He’s fucking crazy Rafe! I don’t want him near me anymore, i’m so scared of what he might do to me” the crocodile tears you’d learned from Sarah finally coming in handy.

Rafe clenched his jaw and sucked his teeth at the new revelation. He called over Kelce and Topper over from where the group had been taking a break from golf and they quickly appeared next to him, growing concerned at the sight of your tears.

“We have a new target boys. That Maybank kid, fucker hurt my sister and now we hurt him” the other two nodded in agreement with no hesitation as Rafe pulled you into his arms.

“Don’t worry baby sis, we’ll take care of him. He’ll never hurt you again” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around him, and nodded into his shoulder while smirking in satisfaction.

You always got what you wanted and JJ should have known better.

[littlest-w01f]

Bond

Lucien x Esme Archeron

LUCIEN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Esme Archeron is ready to give herself to Lucien completely and accept the bond they share

Cw: Mentions of F masturbation, MxF, Loss of virginity, breeding kink, Lucien being a cocky mate, smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: I am thinking about making this another mini-series cause I just want to make another OC :) Am writing their smut a little separate

Being Elain's younger twin, Esme was treated as the baby of her sisters, she was docile as a child, her mother's favourite, because she believed everything she was told by her. That had changed now that she was High Fae, because when she looked in the mirror now, she liked who she was.

She had a mate now, a gorgeous male who made her shake on her knees whenever she thought of him, her mother would shame her for thinking the thoughts that she did if she was still there. The same mother who had her convinced for the longest time that her body and even her silhouette were for her husband's eyes alone.

She was wrong to be nervous, as Helion had put it before leaving with his mate, Lucien's mother, though not before commenting on the fact that he should not be feeling nervous about his damn son accepting a mating bond with him and to get her powers under control.

Pathokinesis. Her power, to influence other's emotions with her own, they had figured it out while Nesta was insulting her, Esme had nearly cried at her sister's cruel words, a normal Tuesday, then suddenly Nesta had started sobbing, it hadn't taken Rhysand long to recognise her ability, Esme had made Nesta feel what she was feeling, only a hundred times worse. Because Nesta was close to scent the pheromones she had released.

She was seated on Lucien's lap, watching him as his face visibly brightened from happiness as he admired the cake she had baked for him, his mixed eyes set on the treat she had presented him "Lucien...?"

Esme smiled to herself, looking down at the cake she had decorated, a cake of three foxes, Lucien, his mother, Abrielle, and a tiny Eris peeping from behind some autumn leaves, a beast of golden scales watching over them, Helion, and a bright sun. Both his heritages combined. She had added Eris after he had specifically told her not to say anything about him being included in her plans, being the one who had got Lucien's favourite treats for her to pick from to bake.

"I love you." Lucien whispered softly, his hand stroking the back of her head, his golden eye turning first to look at her then his head following, "Are you sure you want this? Are you ready?"

Esme's cheeks heated at the thought, she was not innocent, well that is what she told herself while reading the smut Nesta read like Cassian read battle tactics. She knew things, but at the same time did not know them at all.

She had been seeing Lucien for two months, and they had decided to take things slow, after the war, Esme adjusting to being Fae and Lucien discovering his true heritage. Lucien had kissed her a few weeks ago, in a way that still made Esme breathless. Her first kiss was nothing short of perfect, even if she had freaked at Lucien licking over her bottom lip, wanting more than a single kiss, she had said no, and he had stopped, destroying the last of what her mother had taught her, a man, well, a male, would stop if she wanted him to. The fear her mother had put in her, that if she didn't want to sleep with a man, her husband, nothing would stop him.

After the kiss, she hated every hug he gave her, every touch, every simple kiss because it would heat her in ways she was too scared to ask her sisters about. She was 21 for Caulden's sake, she should know her body. She began reading the most detailed smut scenes, scenes that made wetness pool in her underthings, she moved her hand to feel herself up, a book in one hand, her slit being felt up by the other.

It was only a few nights ago, that she had tried to do with her fingers what the love interest in the book she was reading did, trying to make sense of herself. In only a few sentences, the male had turned into Lucien, and the pleasure had increased when it was the image of Lucien whispering those dirty things to her. The coil in her stomach snapped at the thoughts of her mate, leaving the scent of her release coating the air.

"I love you too, and I'm ready." Esme smiled, her arms around his shoulder, "I want to have my first... With you."

Lucien groaned at her words, "Of course, my sun." He turned to look at the treat in front of him, "I love the details... Is that supposed to be Eris?"

Esme chuckled, "Yeah, and he said he would deny everything."

Lucien looked her up and down before smiling, taking the spoon she had said alongside the utensils and digging into the cake. Esme watched his every move, he looked so much fuller in the months he had started living at Day, brighter. The white silks he wore made him look so much more sexier, the gold he wore suited him perfectly.

While she was distracted by her thoughts, Lucien began kissing the back of his neck, his teeth grazing her neck, sucking and biting, "I want you, Es..."

Hearing his growl and feeling his kisses Esme turned to face him, blushing softly at the lust forming in his eyes. "Well, I was hoping you would want me."

"I am going to take you." He gripped the back of her neck to pull her in for a hard kiss. "Over and over again."

Esme melted in his kiss moaning softly as he moved her to the edge of the table, picking her up he set her on the table, "Well, I want another dessert now."

Lucien reached under the dress she was wearing, pushing the fabric up, he admired her waiting cunt covered in lace, "Look at you all wet for me, Princess."

"Lucien..." Esme breathed out, her arousal flowing at full force as she felt their mating bond hit her in its purest form, Lucien sending his own arousal down their bond.

Lucien pressed her nose to the nape of her neck, scenting her power, he pulled back with a groan, Esme paused, seeing something golden flow down his throat, like a drug, her scent was a drug, arousing Lucien to a state further than her accepting the bond did.

Lucien smirked, looking up at her from under her skirts, his eyes dark in nothing short of pure lust, "Ready to be my meal, Princess?" He hooked his fingers over her lace and pulled it off her making her gasp softly at the air hitting her, he spread her legs open for him.

"Yeah-" Esme bit her lips, colour coating her cheeks, "Are-are you going to... Right here?"

"If you want, no one is coming here or my room for quite a while," Lucien stroked her inner thigh, inching closer, watching her slit with a sly grin, "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Once or twice..." Esme pulled at her dress to expose her thighs and hips to the air. Trying not to be nervous.

Lucien knelt in front of her, his fingers moving to spread her folds, "Well, just lay back and enjoy." Esme manoeuvred herself to lie on the dining table, Lucien attacked her cunt the second she rested back, wide licks to her wet slit, sucking on her clit as his chin rubbed against her wet cunt. Luien scented her further, her inner thighs coated with her arousal, driving himself crazy with her.

Esme moaned, her hips arching in his face as he held her down by her thighs, she reached down to grip his red locks, pulling him in as she cried out his name, "Please, please more... More."

She heard Lucien chuckle as he bit at her clit playfully making her shudder under him, "Anything for you.." He moved faster, he drank her like a thirsty male finally allowed water, licks to her core, sucking so precise she was nearly crying.

Esme whined at the coil forming in her stomach, any reservations she had simply melted away, his face was heating with his power, warming her cunt. The wet sounds of his tongue on her filled the air, her mind was buzzing with him, the bond in her singing for him, she felt him tug on it, she moaned his name and tugged back as he didn't let up for a second, her grip hardening on his hair as his did on her thigh. "Es..." Lucien thrust his tongue inside her, drinking in her essence.

Esme cried out, her hips chasing his lips as he pushed her down again, "I'm... I'm.."

"Shh... I know, Princess," Lucien's eyes snapped up to her, both metal and russet set on her reactions as he drank his fill. Her pleasure-filled cries were music to his ears as he brought her over the edge, pulling her in closer by her hips. He let her ride out her high on his tongue, her eyes rolling back, his tongue like pure fire as he cleaned her up.

With a last lick, he looked up at her, his lips, nose, chin and cheeks covered in her release, his eyes lust blown.

"Oh, Luc..." She gasped softly, breathing heavily, looking at him completely dishevelled, his hair a mess from her pulling, lips swollen from how he had taken her. She breathed his name like oxygen.

The table shook slightly as he climbed on, leaning over her while she lazily stroked his cheeks, his arm next to her head, "Did you enjoy, Princess?" He asked, his other hand groping her breasts from over her dress, smiling watching her still twitch from her high.

"Yes, Yes." Esme nodded softly, looking up at him, her eyes hazy with pure lust as she looked at him in a different light, her mate in his most feral form.

Lucien smiled ear to ear, his lips smeared in her release, "You want a break or more...?"

"More." Esme breathed out, her legs spread for him, him laying between her legs, rubbing his nose against hers, "Please more."

Lucien gripped her sides, winnowing her to his bed, they lay on the bed, the room was white and golden, with little accents of red on the ceiling. Esme giggled looking around the room, smiling, resting against the golden headboard. Her eyes focus on Lucien the second his hand moves to his clothes, blushing slightly as his chest is exposed more and more.

"You like what you see?" Lucien teased with a smirk.

Esme was dazed, her eyes looking at every patch of skin that he uncovered, "I love it."

Lucien was quick to discard his clothes and lean over her again, her eyes drinking him in fully, sticking onto his hard cock, curving up fully hard, oozing pre cum. "And I love you." He kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The two kissed as Lucien's hands worked the back of Esme's dress, she moved her body to continue kissing him, and he peeled the dress off and threw it on the ground before kissing down her neck.

"Gorgeous." Lucien sighed, looking down at her bare body, his eyes on her, a wide smirk plastered on him.

"Lucien..." Esme sighed as he kissed over her breasts, his blunt nails digging into her sides, licking and sucking over her, while Esme played with his hair, scratching at his ear tips, gasping softly.

"Want my fingers, Princess?" Lucien reached back up, kissing her cheeks.

Esme nuzzled her face in his, nodding, "I want all of you."

"All of me is yours, my mate." Lucien's hand moved between her legs, stroking her folds, her head rolled back as he pushed two of his fingers in, kissing her neck as he scissored his fingers to stretch her.

"Feels so... Good." Esme whimpered at the stretch, keeping her eyes on him.

Lucien sucked on her neck, marking her skin in love bites as she reached down between them to stroke his cock, marvelling at the length and size of him, Lucien groaned softly in her ear when she did, "You're so perfect." He growled, his hips buckling in her hand.

"But..." Lucien moved her hand away from his cock with a chuckle, holding both her hands above her head with his, "You can play with me after I'm done with you, Princess."

"Ok..." Esme wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm ready."

Lucien looked at her with darkened eyes, her cunt there for his taking, he leaned down to kiss her, positioning himself over her. "I love you..." He pushed in slowly, watching her reaction for any discomfort on her face. She gasped softly in his neck, begging for more, and when he saw no pain, he plunged in fully.

The two mates shivered feeling their bond strengthened, every thrust of his cock inside her made it stronger, and glow more brightly. Esme released her pheromones more pure, driving Lucien mad with lust.

"Mine..." He growled with each thrust, pressing her further in his bed, "My mate."

"Yours," Esme whimpered his name, crying his name as he held her under him, jolting under him, a mess of begging and arousal.

"How does it feel, Princess?" Lucien groaned, lost in the haze she had put him in, "To be filled so deeply by me. To be so full of me."

Esme cried out as he let go of her hands, wrapping his arms around her waist to press them together. She gripped his biceps, feeling up the gold armlets he had left on.

Lucien moaned as he clenched hard around him, "You're so warm. And soft." Esme cried out softly, drool escaping the side of her mouth as she pressed herself against his, feeling him thrust in and out of her at a fast pace.

"I'm going... I'm going to-" Lucien's eyes rolled at the back of his head, taking more of her scent, "I need to fill you up."

"Lucien... Lucien please." Esme whimpered, chanting "Yes" over and over again, Lucien picked up his strokes over her clit, bringing her over the edge again.

"I want to be yours, Lu..." Esme groaned softly, feeling the bond coil up in her snap free again.

She was jolting, babbling, as Lucien pulled her into him, "You'll be mine forever."

"I'll fill you up," He nodded to himself, plunging back in her to the hilt, "As deep inside you as I can be, Princess."

"I'll fill you with my children, you'll glow with them." Esme shuddered with him as he painted her insides, filling her with ropes and roped of his cum. He stayed inside her, falling on top of her.

Esme smiled, playing with his hair. Lucien pulled out slowly, "Do I feel good?" Esme nodded rather mindlessly, pulling Lucien into a deep kiss.

Lucien pulled away, wiping away tears from her eyes, growing bright as the morning sun, pure happiness in his eyes, shoving all his love for her down their bond and receiving it back, then flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her to her knees, "Oh, I'm not nearly done."

"Not nearly done." He kissed down her back and thrust his still hard cock back in, rutting into her like a crazed male. The sounds of their pleasure filling the air.

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[hoasvuon]

(2:21 AM)

you had tried to reason with yeonjun for the past ten minutes, telling him that he didn't need to come over to take care of you, and that you'd be alright with just a bit of rest.

"baby i'm fine, i promise. it's just a little cold, i'll be alright", you insisted over the phone.

"yes you might be fine now, but what if you get worse in the middle of the night? i have to be there in case something happens!", yeonjun retorted back.

you sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn't listen to you, but you still felt guilty that he was also up so late worrying about you. after all, he had his own life, and coming over to take care of you so late in the morning wouldn't be good for either of you.

but no matter what you did you couldn't stop tossing around in bed. not only were you sick, but you didn't even have anybody to fuss over you. although that was mostly your own fault. after all, your loving boyfriend had asked if you needed anything to which you responded that you would be fine with a good nights' rest. 

looking at the clock, you sadly realized it already was 2:21 in the morning, hours past when you told yourself you would go to bed. you suddenly regretted your decision telling yeonjun not to come over. you decided that if you were going to be awake anyways, you might as well for yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, to help with the sore throat.

stumbling outside with your blanket wrapped tightly around your body, and your phone in your hand, you began making your way to the kitchen. you had barely made it to the kitchen counter before you noticed your phone light up with a text from your boyfriend.

i know you said that you would be ok on your own but I can't help but worry. do you want me to come over?

you thought about it for a second and decided that if there was going to be any day that you gave in to your desires, it would be today. uou quickly texted back that you wanted him to come over, and set your phone down on the counter.

looking at your phone, you saw that he had read the message immediately. however, that wasn't surprised you. suddenly, you heard the sound of your apartment door unlocking. 

turning around, you were met with the face of your boyfriend as he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist before nestling his head in the crook of your neck. 

"my babyy is sick. what do I do?" he mumbled, while rubbing up and down on your back.

laughing, you responded, "were you just waiting for me to text you that you could come?" before lightly tapping his head.

"no ... maybe ... yes" yeonjun said sheepishly, before his eyes caught your half finished cup of water on the counter.

"see ! look, you're drinking cold water, what if you got sick again? this is why i was worried. i have to be here to take care of you.” he said.

turning your body around, he began walking with you to your bedroom, though it was a bit of a struggle considering he was still attached to your back, like a koala. 

finally, the two of you made it to your bedroom where he laid you gently in bed before getting in himself. 

"no matter what I'll be here for you. so don't worry about me and just get better. I love you" he whispered gently in your ear, before wrapping his arm around your frame and pulling you in closer.

looking up at him as you were laying on his chest, you begin to notice more little things that made you fall in love with him along the way. The way his eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, the rosy tint to his checks from having stood outside your apartment door waiting for you to text, the way his hair barely grazed his eyes as you reached up to brush it away. the way he subconsciously would pull you closer in your sleep, as if you would run away from him if he didn’t hold you tight enough. most of all, you noticed how calm your breathing had become, and how you fit perfectly in his arms.

maybe one day, you’d pluck up the courage to tell him exactly how much he means to you. but for now, all you want to worry about is getting better, as soon as possible, so you can pepper yeonjun in kisses as thanks for taking care of you and worrying about you. after all, it was 2:35 in the morning, and you thought to yourself that maybe being sick wasn’t so bad, especially when you had someone who loved you taking care of you.

author's note: hihi flowers i am also !! currently sick :( so i wrote this drabble just now in my sick, delirious state at 2 in the morning ,, how nice would it be to get cuddles and headpats while you're sick ? i'm simply self-indulgent i suppose ,,, ! this hasn't been edited/proofread, i'll get back to doing that at some point when i feel better ! <3 thank u for the support on my first post !!

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 21 Prompt: Home and/or Dinner

I honestly think this is my favorite one yet!

Tags: Pre-Relationship Steddie, Eddie Munson Has A Crush On Steve Harrington, Holiday Parties, Overstimulation (the bad kind, not the fun kind), Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart

wc: 2215 | Rating: G

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The holidays were always a quiet affair at the Munsons.

A few gifts, wrapped in week-old copies of the Hawkins Post, placed under a modest tree from Merrill’s. Wayne’s famous (well, famous to Eddie) chocolate chip pancakes in the morning with a questionable amount of syrup and a reheated casserole from Ms. Jenkins down the street for dinner.

No church or family plans, just the two of them, a couple of beers (root beer in Eddie’s case until a few years ago), and whatever movie Eddie had insisted they watch before he turned the TV over to Wayne and the Christmas basketball game.

It was good. Great, even.

Eddie loved his holiday traditions with Wayne.

He did, but sometimes he’d catch sight of Ms. Jenkins welcoming her brood of kids and grandkids into her cluttered trailer or spot Gerald loading the passenger seat of his pickup with toys for his nieces and nephews and wonder what it would be like to have a big family to spend the holidays with.

Turns out, it’s loud.

So, very, loud.

The Hopper-Byers’ new house is bursting at the seams with guests. The entire We Survived The End of the World gang is here along with some guests — Wayne and Ms. Henderson. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair stopped by for about an hour before excusing themselves to finish up holiday shopping (said in a hushed tone to not ruin Santa for Erica — as if she still believes, Eddie had thought). But mostly it was just the usual gang.

Eddie learned, in the form of Dustin’s “you’re being stupid” voice that it's become a tradition for them. Gathering a week before the holidays to pig out on food and dessert, play games, and exchange presents. Celebrate the year coming to an end and them making it.

As the apocalypse gang grew every year, the celebration got bigger and bigger until they were tripping over each other inside of the Byers house. That is, until this year when Joyce and Hopper got their shit together and finally moved into a decent-sized house on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s no Loch Nora mini-mansion, but it works for them — even if it's still a tight fit when everyone is together.

Murray, Joyce, and Ms. Henderson are gathered in the kitchen — arguing over when to take the turkey out of the oven and the proper milk-to-cheese ratio in macaroni casseroles. A small radio sits in the corner, attempting to play Christmas music over the static. That’s the con about living farther out, Eddie supposes.

El and Max have claimed a fold-out table on the outskirts of the kitchen where they’ve been decorating cookies for hours, it seems. El’s simple and artistic, Max’s a chaotic mess of spilled-over frosting and candy sprinkles. (Eddie’s stolen one from each and thinks they’re both delicious much to their delight.)

The den’s been co-opted by Hopper and Wayne, and the TV volume turned all the way up (“We can hear just fine! It’s you kids that are making it hard,” Hopper gruffed when one of them pointed out the volume). They’re switching between basketball games while nursing beers and pretending not to hear the argument going down in the kitchen.

Jonathan and Argyle are hiding out in his room — smoking and trying to drown out the noise with whatever record he managed to pick up from the store he’s working at. Eddie thought about joining him, but the scowl he earned from Wheeler Jr. had him changing course.

The rest of them have taken refuge in the spacious basement. It’s too chaotic for Dungeons & Dragons so the boys and Erica have taken to playing an intense game of Monopoly. The threats he’s heard hurled at each other have been clever and downright terrifying. Way worse than anything they’ve uttered at his DM table. Those heathens.

For some reason, Steve’s taken on the role of the banker. Something about Dustin skimming from the top last time he held the role and played. Now, house rules say the banker has to be an NPC, and well, Steve fits the bill. Unfortunately, he seems to be struggling with the math of it all judging by the scoffs and annoyed eye rolls thrown his way. Eddie would go help, but he doesn’t think he’d be much help. Godspeed, Steve.

Nancy and Robin are there too, sprawled out on the couch and lost in their own little world. Occasionally Robin gets up to flip the record on the record player, but mostly they sit together, gossiping and talking about who knows what in hushed voices. Eddie might understand every little thing about dungeons and hobbits, but girl talk? That’s an alien language if he’s ever seen one.

As for him? Well, he’s hovering in the middle of it all. With Steve occupied, he’s taken on his babysitter role of sorts. Racing up and down the stairs to fetch whatever snacks the gremlins demand, rustling Max and El’s hair on the way in, and nodding at Hopper and Wayne on the way out. He narrowly escapes being sucked into being the official judge for the impromptu Murray vs Ms. Henderson pie off and almost makes it up to Jonathan and Argyle’s room before Dustin is bellowing for him.

It’s fun, mostly.

Getting to see everyone relaxed and having fun. A far cry from the last time they were all together like this back in March.

In some ways, it's what Eddie’s always dreamed it would be like. Being part of a big family, a cog in a never-ending machine of noise and organized chaos.

But it’s also becoming a lot.

Lucas is about to put a hotel on Boardwalk that has everyone shouting and throwing their own pieces at his head. Steve’s trying to keep them under control but it's a losing battle. One that pulls Robin and Nancy from their own little world to join the chaos.

And then there’s even more noise.

A crash from upstairs, the blaring voice of Joe Strummer coming from Jonathan’s room, more shouting, Wayne and Hoppers stopping, and giggles from Max and El.

Suddenly all Eddie can hear is noise.

It gets louder and louder and louder until finally, he’s certain his eardrums are going to explode.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he pushes through the chaos going on upstairs (dropped pies and frosting stains and shouting at TVs) and makes his way onto the wrap-around porch.

The crisp cold air is the first thing that hits him. Like an idiot, he ran out of the house without a coat or scarf or hell, even the warm hat Ms. Henderson knitted for him earlier in the month. He shivers, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arm as he tries to take deep breaths, watching as his warm breath twirls in the breeze.

As his body adjusts, so do his ears. He can still hear the chaos going on inside, but it's muffled now. Distant. He can hear himself think for the first time in hours and for once, it’s nice.

The snow is falling in slow but steady flakes, dusting the backyard in the white. Or, it should be white, but the hoard of Christmas lights decorating the house illuminates the backyard in reds and greens. It’s a real Christmas wonderland out there, now.

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his trusty lighter. The first inhale of nicotine warms him from the inside out, sending the goosebumps packing as he focuses on his steady and slow inhale and exhales.

At some point he zones out, so focused on the snow falling and the repetitive nature of lifting the cigarette to and from his lips that he doesn’t hear the creak of the door or the heavy footsteps that follow until the intruder is standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Figured you might be needing this,” Steve says, hand outstretched with Eddie’s coat.

“Thanks, man.”

They swap, Eddie takes the coat from Steve and Steve takes the lit cigarette from Eddie, keeping it safe while he shimmies his way into the monstrosity that he calls his winter coat. When he’s finally situated in the plaid nightmare, he reaches a hand out ready to take his cigarette back only to find it perched between Steve’s lips.

Oh.

That’s different.

Sure, they’ve smoked together before. Bummed off cigarettes in the ally behind Family Video and in the parking lot of Palace Arcade waiting for the gremlins to be done. But they’ve never shared the same one. Never pressed their lips to the same filter. Felt the dampness of their mouths on their own lips.

“Sorry,” Steve says, lips turning up in a small smile as he removes the cigarette. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eddie nods, unable to say much else as their fingertips brush when he takes it back. Is it weird if he puts it between his lips right now? Is he supposed to wait a minute? Let Steve’s taste linger for a moment. God, he’s being so weird right now. In the end, he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes the smallest inhale, nearly coughing as the smoke floods his lungs because he’s so distracted by the way the filter feels different now that it’s been in Steve’s mouth — as if that makes any sense.

“You okay? You sort of booked it out of the room.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, before leaning against the banister of the porch. “Yeah, m’good. It just—“

“Got too loud?” Steve supplies, mirroring his position. “I get it. I remember my first holiday dinner. There were a lot less of us in ’83 but shit. It was still so loud.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty loud son of a bitch.” Eddie’s caught off guard by Steve’s snorting. Stealing a glance, he finds Steve lit up in reds and greens, a smile etched on his face so deep he can see the spot where smile lines are going to emerge in the next ten years, catching the way his eyes already wrinkle in the corners. Fuck, he’s beautiful. “But, uh, yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house that loud before. Not even when I’m fucking around with the Corroded Coffin boys.”

“Well, I doubt that. Your music is very loud.”

“Uh, yeah, ‘cause it's metal, Steve.”

“So I’ve been told,” Steve says, smiling that soft, private smile again.

If Eddie was braver, he’d close the distance between them and press his lips to his. But if this year has taught him anything, it’s that he’s not. Not really. So he lets a quiet fall between them instead. They continue to stand shoulder to shoulder, passing the dwindling cigarette between them despite the pack in Eddie’s pocket being brand new, and watch as the snow steadily starts to pick up.

“You know,” Steve says, then stops.

Eddie turns, watching the gears tick in Steve’s brain as he decides what to say next. It’s magical watching it all pass on his face — the knit of his brows, his pupils dilating and returning to their normal size, letting the hazel shine through. The way his lips open and close like some gasping fish.

“If it ever gets to be too much, you can tell us. Tell me. Hell, I know I need a break after a few hours with those shitheads. Maybe we could come up with a code word or something.”

“A codeword? That’s might nerdy of you, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says, waving his hand through the air as he bites back a chuckle. “But yeah, a code word. It’d be easier to say than “hey it’s too loud and I can’t think” you know. Plus, it would annoy the shit out of Henderson.”

“Well, then. Count me in. You know I love annoying the shit out of that kid. Gotta keep that ego in check somehow.”

They spend the next few minutes going back and forth trying to decide on a word that could work. Steve wants something common — a fruit or a vegetable. Eddie disagrees, saying it has to be something uncommon so they don’t accidentally say it, but common enough that it doesn’t sound weird casually being dropped in conversation.

They wrack their brain, throwing out silly words left and right until there’s a crash from inside. Their heads swivel in tandem toward the source of the noise. A flurry of shadows passes on the other side of the window as Steve shakes his head and sighs.

“Come on,” he says, handing the cigarette back to Eddie. “If we’re not at the table the minute the food gets served, we won’t be eating. The gremlins know no manner.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out the cigarette on the ashtray precariously balanced on the banister, “Teaching ‘em manners seems like a job for their babysitter.”

“Nah,” Steve snorts. “Maybe one for their Dungeon Master, though.”

Just as the words leave Steve’s lip, there’s a shout from inside followed by another crash.

“Think it might be a job for both of us, actually,” Eddie laughs. “Together?”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve says. “Together it is.”