#whatta sight

[coyging]

[just-a-cup-of-anxietea]

I love meeting people and having those moments of “no shut up no WAY you like this incredibly niche thing too????” And then asking one million incredibly niche questions about the incredibly niche thing

[lewisvinga]

jealousy | oscar piastri x fem! reader x lily zneimer !

summary; y/n spent months trying to send hints to oscar and lily about her feelings. he friendzoned her in an interview which made her turn to a certain american, however that just leaves the couple feeling jealous

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; probably ooc oscar n lily , cursing

word count; 716

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

note; requested ! smau + written ! also lily is scute i luv her

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: life without racecars for a bit ☀️

yourusername: whatta fine couple liked by oscarpiastri and lilyzneimer !

username: she’s so meeeee

yourusername: the last picture LMAOOOOOO

oscarpiastri: you both take TOO long to get ready for just lunch 🙄🙄🙄

lilyzneimer: God forbid a girl wants to look cute while out at lunch and shopping!!!!

yourusername: says the man who splashes water on his face and thinks that’s a skin care routine….😕😕😕😕😕

username: not y/n exposing oscar LMAOOO

username: oscar in his aesthetic era

username: summa

username: missing f1 already💔

username: vroom vroom boy + his gf + his gfs gf are so cute😓😓

landonorris: OSCCAAAAH

oscarpiastri: hi ?

landonorris: he’s being dry fix it lilyzneimer

lilyzneimer: that’s y/n’s job😊 yourusername

yourusername: oscarpiastri osc.

oscarpiastri: LAAAANDOOOO

username: HE FR LISTENED TO HER LMAOO

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yourusername: this week ft my most favorite gorgeous people 😍🤭

tagged; oscarpiastri, lilyzneimer

lilyzneimer: y/nnnnnn💗💗 luv u

yourusername: luv luv luv u sm pretty gal 💕

username: them >>>>

username: my favesssss

oscarpiastri: ‘my most favorite gorgeous people’ THERE WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT😟😟😟

yourusername: BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY THE GOOD BITE OF MY STRAWBERRY CROFFLE????🤯🤯

yourusername: but u are gorgeous so i guess i can let it slide🙄🤭

username: the difference between oscar’s and lily’s comment 😭😭

landonorris: i agree w y/n oscar why’d you do that oscarpiastri 😒😒

oscarpiastri: landonorris it was an amazing bite

username: Y/N PHOTODUMPPP

username: omg the clip is scute

username: the picture of her and lily 🥹

username: why is oscar mid kick LMAOO

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“Logan!” Y/n exclaimed as she saw the blonde American walking through the paddock. She was seated with Oscar and Lily who looked at her confused as she ran to the Williams driver.

“Y/n!” Logan exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”

“Of course! It’s not like we went out for dinner last night or anything.” She laughed, holding onto his shoulder.

Oscar and Lily share another glance at the sight of Y/n giggling with someone else. They knew that she was giggling with Logan was strange because she didn’t really know him, or so they thought.

The English girl furrowed up her eyebrows, feeling strange at the sight of the two. “Osc, is it just me, or is it weird to see her with Logan?”

The Australian driver hummed in response, stabbing the lettuce in his salad. Before taking a bite he mumbled, “Feels weird too.” They both let out a sigh while looking at each other. They both knew the feeling very well. It was jealousy. They couldn’t believe they felt jealous watching their friend with Logan.

Oscar glanced back at the two while Lily squinted as they watched Y/n drag her hand down Logan’s arm before hugging him goodbye. She turns around to walk back to the couple but pauses at the look on their faces.

“Why do you both look so pissy?” Y/n asked confused, sitting in front of them and grabbing her can of Red Bull that she had abandoned due to chatting with Logan.

“When did that happen?” Lily asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“We’ve been chatting for a few weeks now. We hung out last night.” Y/n replied with a shrug. “We’re just seeing where this is going.”

“So you have a crush on Logan now?” Oscar asked as he took another bite of his salad. He did nothing to hide the sound of jealousy in his voice or the upset look on his face.

“Why do you both look so upset? I didn’t think it was serious.” She nervously chuckled and glanced between the couple.

Lily rested her hand over hers. Y/n hated how her heart started to race from such a small action. She actually had a crush on the couple. But due to a recent interview of Oscar calling her just a friend, she thought that if she got closer to Logan then maybe she’s lose her feelings or possibly make them jealous.

Clearly, she hadn’t gotten over her feelings.

Oscar’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “What’re you doing talking to other guys?” His voice was suddenly low. His girlfriend hummed in agreement, moving to sit beside Y/n.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because we care about you, a lot,” Lily responds and wraps her arms around the confused girl.

The McLaren driver clears his throat, copying his girlfriend's action by moving to sit on Y/n’s other side. “Seems like Lily and I have newfound feelings for you. And I must say, they’re not platonic.”

She furrowed up her eyebrows again and scrunched up her nose. She looked at Oscar like he had just grown another head. “What the fuck do you mean? Weren’t you the one who called me a ‘good friend’?”

“Yeah, and he was stupid for it.” The British girl says with a smile, resting her head against her shoulder. “But he’s right. We both like you and to be fair, seeing you with Logan made us jealous.”

“That was the point,” Y/n mumbled causing the couple to laugh. Both of their hands moved to grasp hers, each taking one hand. Her heart rate began to pick up again as she kept staring between the two.

“So, give us a chance?” Oscar asked with his signature shy smile.

“I waited so long to hear you say that,” Y/n said with a smile, letting out a giggle as she squeezed both hands. “But yes. Of course.”

Lily smiled widely as she reached over to tuck a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, “Osc and I made you wait too long, didn’t we, pretty girl?” She said, looking over at the Australian before focusing back on the girl between them.

“Way too long.”

[shrenvents]

Competition

Warnings: Smut, M!receiving, penetration (w protection), language, enemies (ish) to lovers

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x reader

Summary: After "Beef's" rebranding as "The Bear," business at your cafe has declined, which left you furious, and that anger only worsened after meeting the restaurant's owner.

Word count: 3.4k

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Ever since I was young, I've always had this unnecessary, aggressive competitiveness, which has only grown since its opening; The Bear, formerly known as "Beef," has become Chicago's newest hit. Its success has been so impactful, that it's driven away numerous customers, including regulars from my spot, just across the street.

My cafe has been open for years. Its income has been steady from the get-go, and the presence of a certain sandwich shop has never deterred that. Not until said sandwich place suddenly turned into a high-end restaurant. It crossed my mind that it simply shut down due to its infamous unpopularity, but Richie was still waltzing into my cafe to order coffee, as per usual.

So, being curious enough about what had happened to "The Beef," I go visit, expecting to be greeted by the "ever-so-pleasant" owner, Michael. But instead—

"Uh, he died," Neil mutters rather awkwardly, fidgeting with his fingers. My eyes expand in complete shock.

"Oh my god, sorry, I had no idea." I grimace at my lack of sensitivity. "It's alright." He shakes his head.

Silence envelops us both before I speak again. "So, um, how come you're still here? If you don't mind me asking?" I grimace again at my poor choice of words, saying, "I swear I'm not trying to be rude." Neil tilts his head in confusion. "Whatta mean?"

"I just assumed you wouldn't be, here, since...?"

"Ah, yeah, Mike left the place to his little bro, Carmy." He waves his arms around, gesturing to the restaurant's interior. "And he did all this, sick right?"

"Yeah... Sick." I mumble with a pout, failing to hide my contempt, but my sour mood goes right over his head.

"Fak!" A man's loud, demanding voice, quiets my rearing thoughts. "Fak! What the fuck are you doing? I need you in here." The voice grows stronger as the chef it belongs to pushes through the kitchen doors. I just about hold my breath at the sight of him. In his all-white get-up, his deep blue eyes have yet to notice me, as he addresses Neil angrily. "The fucking toilet's still broken." He throws his arm up in frustration, "So would you please, get off your ass and fix it!" He commands Neil, and I jump at his dangerous tone. My brows furrow. There was no need for him to shout so rudely, not to mention that it was really bothering me, how he had yet to acknowledge my presence even once. Not only was he stealing my business, but he didn't give a rats-ass about it.

"Shit! Yeah, on it! I was just talking to—"

"Y/n." I announce my name roughly, and his eyes bounce from Neil to me instantly. Appearing startled, he hesitates to extend his palm for a handshake. "Carmy, sorry about him—" Just as he begins waving off Fak, apologizing for his behaviour, I snap.

"No, he was the perfect gentleman, as always," I protest, "I just came to check on the competition." Carmy's brows knit together, and I can feel the vein in my forehead pop out. "I own the cafe across the street," I state plainly, and he slowly nods in recognition. "It was nice to see you, have a great day," I commend with a smile, directed only to Neil. With that, I spin out the door, stomping vigorously towards my shop.

...

The next time I saw Carmy was nearly a month later, on garbage day. He happened to be taking the trash out that evening, exactly when I was. I sigh at how little he struggles to lift several trash bags. Looking away, I huff as I throw the plastic sacks into the massive tin container. After finishing, I stretch out my back, rubbing my hands together. Shortly rolling my head back, I observe the evening sky. I exhale, releasing a breath of cool air from my lips.

My skin pricks as I feel someone watching me and shift my gaze towards "The Bear." I instantly identify the sapphire eyes latched onto me. When I catch Carmy, his eyes fly in every which direction, clearly embarrassed. 'The hell? Okay dickhead, hello to you too.' I think, shaking my head as I go inside, once again, feeling the heat of his stare as I do.

An hour later, I complete the last of my chores before locking up the cafe. Removing the key from the door, I pivot towards my car. However, I stumble when a figure standing not far behind me approaches, causing me to unleash a horrid scream from the depths of my throat. Carmy's eyes widen, evidently apologetic and equally terrified. "Uh sorry! I didn't mean—"

"What the actual fuck, is your problem?" I practically hiss.

"Sorry, I was thinking about saying something before you turned around. But then I second-guessed myself and just did nothing," Carmy blabbers, "I'm really really sorry."

"Okay okay." I put up my hands in surrender to stop his rambling. It's rather disarming, after our first meeting, hearing how he sounds so... Timid. "Sorry." He mumbles once more, head hung low.

"You're good," I reassure him with a sigh, to cover up an unexpected giggle. "Um, so what're you doing, here?"

"Oh!" He jolts upright and his eyes shoot from the ground to mine. "I just wanted to uh, talk."

"You 'wanted to talk'?" I question, a brow arching in disbelief.

"Uh, yeah," Carmy replies with uncertainty.

Folding my arms, I sigh, "About?"

"Oh, um, just about, how I acted when we met," Carmy scowls at the memory. "I should've introduced myself way sooner, and not in such a—"

"Rude way," I interject, which seems to be a common occurrence between us.

"Heard." He huffs out what sounds like a laugh, "Exactly that." I then shift uncomfortably under his intense watch. "It's alright, I didn't exactly intend to be gracious myself," I utter, returning a similar, shy smile.

"No, no." His smile widens, "You were..." He and his gaze trail off, lowering to the concrete. "'Were'?" I repeat, imploring him to continue.

"Great." Carmy finishes, peering up again. His eyes appear somewhat different, and I feel an unfamiliar chill slide down my spine. "Wow." My eyebrows rise. "'Great,' that's a, really, kind of you," I splutter with a chuckle. Carmy joins in, laughing at himself.

After a beat of silence and a few stolen glances at one another, Carmy speaks up. "I know I should've said it a while ago, but I'd like to be on good terms, rather than 'competition'." My sight hones in on his active hands as they switch between fiddling with his back pockets and shaking. "I'd like that too," I murmur, scratching the back of my head. "If only you'd stop stealing my customers," I smirk.

"Oh?" He smiles playfully and tilts his head, "So that's how it's gonna be," he jests, laughing again.

"Hmmm," I hum in confirmation, slightly troubled by how flirtatious I'm being. But damn, the way he's always looking at me —it's throwing me off...

Flushed, I conclude our conversation, "I'll see you around," then walk to my car. He almost, absentmindedly, wanders alongside me. "Yeah, see you."

While I unlock my car, Carmy's already one step ahead of me, hauling the car door open. I thank him in a whisper as I bend into the front seat, brushing past him, and he tenses. He then mumbles my name with a "Goodnight," and I sit in silence, long after he leaves, breathless.

...

The next day, I feel giddy at the prospect of seeing Carmy. It's ridiculous, considering he was my neighbour, and I was bound to see him. Though I've actually had to refrain from seeking him out.

However, that afternoon, through the glass of both our eateries, we see one another, pause, smile slowly, and head back to work.

From that point on, that sort of thing became a routine. Every day that week, I saw him for at least 50 seconds. It was even better knowing he was a chef, so the likelihood of him seeing him out front was low, but still, each time he'd be there.

Come Sunday, I couldn't delay things any longer. It was a little disheartening that he hadn't come over himself or even thought to come and ask for my number.

Thus, I knew I had to be the one to make a move. So, after closing earlier than usual, I saunter across the street. Inside, Neil greets me with an ample smile. "Hey Neil," I wave. He virtually shouts my name in return. "Hey! What you in for?" He asks cheerfully.

"I was hoping for some dinner," I chuckle. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and the anticipation is killing me. While Neil leads me to a table, my eyes don't leave the kitchen's entrance.

Neil takes my order, and my ears attentively listen for those few moments, when the restaurant's crowd temporarily quiets down, and I hear his assertive voice filter through the walls.

...

As delicious as my meal is, I can't stop my anxiety from getting the best of me. It's plausible Neil didn't bother letting Carmy know that I was here. But I'm nearly vibrating with dread, waiting for him to materialize.

Eventually, it's closing time and the herd of patrons leave. I take the opportunity to call Neil over. "Hey, I was just wondering if Carmy was in? Just wanna say hello, be neighbourly and all," I beam innocently.

"Course!" He winks but doesn't move to get Carmy. So, after a long beat staring into Fak's clueless eyes (bless him), I come up with something dicey. "Could you let him know that my food's uncooked, and I'm very, very upset," I express sharply, biting back a grin.

"O-okay?" Neil stutters, confusion and distress written across his features. I suppress my laugh with my palm.

Five minutes later, I hear a loud and hostile "what" seep through the walls. My attempts to muffle my laughter are stumped when Carmy abruptly bursts through the doors. He freezes when he sees me, and I watch the doors rapidly swing behind him. I awkwardly raise my hand in hello, and I swear he gulps.

"I was joking, Carmy." Now growing nervous, I tear my eyes away from him, onto my clear plate and see him move towards me from my peripheral. "It was, pretty good actually," I remark, downplaying the truth.

As I open my mouth to fill the silence, I peek up to see Carmy sitting right in front of me, and I lose my train of thought. It's as though we're on a date, and that's the most normal thing in the world, something we've done countless times before.

"I was planning on coming to see you after work." His sheepish, yet deep timbre makes me shudder.

"Beat you to it then?" I smirk smugly.

"Didn't we say this wasn't a rivalry?" He smirks back, and my stomach forms knots. "Nothing wrong with some friendly competition," I retort, and his reply is a simple, pleasant smile.

"Well Chef, I'm sorry to hear you're closing soon," I sigh. Still smiling, he raises his brows, "Because?"

"Because the food was decent, but I'm still quite hungry." I proclaim teasingly, shrugging. He chuckles lowly, "We can't have that."

...

Now sitting on Carmy's kitchen stool while he cooks me an omelet on his stove, I inspect his backside. The muscles tense and shift as he moves expertly through the room.

"I hope this suits your refined palette," Carmy remarks with a certain ease that he didn't have before. He pushes a plate towards me, and I reel at how domestic this all feels. I lick my lips in excitement as the delicious, potent smell of the dish consumes my senses.

Taking a bite, I withhold a moan, and close my eyes so he doesn't catch them rolling to the back of my head. Swallowing, I open my lids to see Carmy's eyes studying me, expectingly awaiting a reaction. "It's alright," I state monotonously.

Eyes and mouth expanding, he smacks his hands on his chest, overlapping them over top of his heart, like he's been shot, and a laugh escapes me. "I make it better," I contest.

"I don't doubt that," he responds without a hint of condescension, and I gape at him before giggling nervously, eyeing my omelette.

"So, what would satisfy your elite tastes?" His words may be rather suggestive, but his tone is short and reserved. Glancing up at his expression, I note the way he sluggishly runs his tongue over his bottom lip. His view then trains over my features, lingering on my lips...

Not giving him a chance to refocus on anything but my mouth, I lunge at his. Capturing his lips with mine, I hear a fumble of noises leave him pitifully. The sounds morph into a mixture of bewilderment and a cavernous groan. His hesitancy is brief as one of his hands curves behind my head, into my hair, while the other gropes my waist, bunching up my shirt in a tight fist. His groaning becomes more brazen, and I devour every single one.

Our tongues fight each other, and our hips wrestle with the kitchen island that separates us. Determined to feel more of him, I pull away from his wretched kiss. He instinctively chases after me, but my hands firmly press against his chest, which seems to bring his attention to my eyes. He more or less whines to himself.

I lick my swollen lips, holding eye contact in hopes it would help him understand what I wanted.

His grasp moves from my torso, to hold my hand, tugging me towards what I assume is his bedroom. As he maneuvers around the counter, I decide that I just can't wait. So, when we pass his living room area, I drag him back, and to his surprise, shove him onto his couch.

His back hits the cushions and he releases a grunt. Immediately, I straddle his hips and he makes haste to grip my hips, pressing me further onto his crotch. I whimper nosily, and it's his turn to hum back. "You're so..."

"Great?" I quip.

"Beautiful, is what I was gonna say— should've said." His baby blues melt me to my core. The intimacy of his look and words, somehow mean so much more, than everything we've just done.

After a short break of just breathing in each other, I press my lips to his gently, pecking them. This seems to snap him out of whatever trance he's under, as a peck is clearly not enough.

His hefty grip on my hips increases and encourages me to lean closer. His mouth dictates my every move and sound, and I wriggle above him. "Carmy," I whine desperately, begging for more.

He lets go of me to strip, sitting upright to remove his white-collar shirt. I moan at the sight, before copying him, working my shirt off. When I struggle, he rips the cotton over my head, throwing it to the floor in one swift motion. His mouth quickly draws me back in, nibbling my bottom lip.

Breaking away, I whisper, "As good as you taste, this isn't enough to satisfy me, Chef." Peering up at me through hooded eyes, he looks dazed but nods nonetheless.

My breath hitches as Carmy rears me onto my back, moving us so that his larger frame hovers over my smaller one. He unbuckles his belt clumsily and glides his jeans down his stocky thighs. I chew my lip as I gawk at the impressive bulge tucked into his black briefs. When he reaches for my bra clip, he freezes. "Shit," he exclaims airily, shoving a hand into his curly locks. I flinch, stammering, "W-what?"

"Condom," he states flatly.

"You ran out?" I joke, brows lifting.

"No, I don't do this often," he discloses, ears reddening. Silence eats up the space, and allows us to register what Carmy so bluntly, admitted. Not that I minded at all.

"I have had sex before—"

"I know," I squeal, guffawing at his prompt confession. "I think I have some in my purse." I soothe, encircling his bicep with my index finger. He lets out a sigh of relief, and I giggle like a schoolgirl when he springs to his feet, racing towards my bag.

Carmy's footsteps thud against the floorboards as he races away, half-naked. I fasten my lips together to prevent an extensive grin. When he reenters the room, I lift my body weight onto my forearms for support, cruising my eyes over his body, spying the condom between his dense fingers.

When he straddles my legs, meaning to resume where he left off, an impulse consumes my thoughts. Wordlessly, I place my palms on his thighs, spreading my digits atop his sturdy legs, to push him back. Then, kneeling on the floor in front of Carmy, I smile devilishly. I feel him trembling and the whole scene feels so erotic.

Looking up, I catch his gaze, as it adorns me, in a sort of awe. "There's something I have been craving, Chef," I murmur whilst running my tongue over my teeth. Carmy shudders as my fingers weave into his waistband, tugging them down.

While he's undressing, his briefs hanging on his chaves, I admire how his eyes flutter shut, and he mumbles nonsense to himself.

His cock engulfs my sight and brushes my cheek a bit. Carmy sucks in a sharp breath, tilting his head to watch me. Despite being taken aback by his size, I begin to stoke him. He gasps and his stomach constricts immediately.

Picking up my pace after a few pumps, I kiss his tip and his thighs shake. "Christ," he mewls. I take his noisy reaction as an encouragement to surge forward, wrapping my tongue and lips over him, and driving his cock to the back of my throat. "Fuck!" Carmy shouts.

As he gets closer to the edge, his words of appraisal jumble together in fits of, "yes, like that," "faster," and some "perfect" comments, among many other things I can't comprehend anymore. I'm lost in his touch, which tangles my hair, clasping it tightly. Before Carmy finishes, he cups my face and yanks himself out of my mouth.

Eyes shut and face twisted in both euphoria and frustration, he grumbles, "Fuck, I said I didn't wanna cum yet."

I simply smack my lips together, savouring his taste. Carmy appears stunned as holds my face. I smirk wickedly and a short puff of air abandons him.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks, and his jagged voice makes his question sound like an order, and I love it. "Please," I pant and he kisses my forehead before dragging me back on the sofa, underneath him again.

Positioning himself, Carmy rips open the condom with his teeth and rolls it over himself. He sucks in a coarse breath as he pushes into my entrance, and I do the same. He moans my name and I choke on a sob as he bottoms out, in one, mind-numbing jolt. His hands tighten on my hips, pressing me into the couch as I arch upwards. We both moan nonsensically, adoring the friction and how seamlessly we fit together.

Moving synchronously, we fight for our highs, grinding into a rhythm that makes us gasp in pleasure. With my name on his lips, they seize mine, and his tongue laps every corner of my mouth, as he slowly takes control. I writhe under him and he thrusts harder, hitting all the right places. Shortly, my body grows almost limp, unable to keep up with the tide of desire above, bucking into me.

As I reach my end, he keeps going, simultaneously kissing and nipping my neck, surely leaving numerous marks, but I don't care. He just feels too good, deep inside, strong and brutal.

I cry out as core contracts, clamping down on him, and making his untamed movements stutter. I cum hard, gasping as tremors rack through me. Soon after, Carmy whimpers, craning his neck back as cums inside. With a lengthy sigh that eases into a loud moan, he holds us still. He dips his sweat-covered forehead into the crook of my neck and hums in satisfaction.

After a few minutes of catching our breath, and enjoying the weight of his body over top of mine, he heaves himself up to kiss my mouth once more.

"Go out with me, please," he urges politely as if he isn't still inside of me. I laugh lightly, then tense in surprise when my core clenches over his cock, and he winces as well.

Exhaling steadily, I breathe, "I would love to."

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | July 22nd-28th 2024

Had a nice week off, sadly it's back to work for me :(

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Made A Difference In My World by I_still_dont_understand_13/ @dangerpronebuddie (Post-S7, Getting Together | 1K | Teen): Maddie's words echo in Buck's mind as he stops practically mid step to stare. He must look like a fool. Best case scenario, a really detailed lawn ornament. But the sight before him would stop even the toughest of men, and Buck is a weak, weak man. It doesn't help that the speakers are blasting Whatta Man. It doesn't help that this year's LAFD shirts are thinner than previous years thanks to budget cuts. It doesn't help that the sun is at the perfect angle to make the man before him practically glisten.

This doesn’t change anything between us, okay? by fraddit/ @fraddit (Post-S7, Unrequited Love, Open Ending | 1K | Teen): Buck and Eddie talk and break each other's hearts, but the love remains.

Workplace Regulations by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 1,2K | Explicit): "Maybe I should have brought the clipboard. For, like. Plausible deniability." Eddie snickers as Buck maneuvers him back against the shelves, spinning him around in the darkness. "You really think having a clipboard is gonna help if someone catches us fucking in a supply closet?"

my sleep broke on a hug by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP | 1,3K | Explicit): This is real, though. Buck is snoring faintly, and Eddie's mouth is morning-sour, and they're both sweating where they're pressed against each other because Buck tugged the blanket back up over them last night before Eddie pulled him into his arms. This is real.

Come Home by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Canon Divergent - Post Lawsuit | 1,5K | General): Nearly three years after the lawsuit, after Buck ran away from everyone, from him, Eddie gets a letter written in a familiar scrawl.

held at the end of your tether by teaspoon/ @standback (PWP, Established Buddie | 2K | Explicit): Eddie loves getting Buck to say exactly what he wants and then giving it to him, but the fun part is winding him up first—making him beg for it.

drown in my mind by devirnis/ @devirnis (A/B/O AU, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck pads down the hallway and pushes the door to the kitchen open slowly. A fond smile curls up the corners of Buck’s mouth. And then the scent hits him. Sickly sweet, like honey and cough syrup. Normally it’s a scent that has Buck’s heart soaring, but the smell combined with the fact that it looks like Eddie has stress-cleaned the entire house while Buck was on his 48-hour shift has guilt churning violently in his stomach. Eddie’s in heat.

this ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 2,5K | Explicit): Eddie hooks a hand through the handle of the leash and tugs a little. Playful, it's playful and a little teasing and not forceful at all, but the collar presses into the base of his neck as Eddie reels him in, and something in Buck's mind goes blissfully silent and still.

mixed message by coldbam/ @coldbam (Post-S7, Accidental Sexting, Infidelity | 2K | Explicit): Five minutes later Eddie hears his phone vibrate on the counter, the screen saying it’s another message from Buck. He expects it to be a link to a trail Buck wants to do, or maybe even a detailed grocery list. But… When he opens his message, he’s greeted to—it’s—well, it’s Buck’s dick. * Or Eddie accidentally receives a text meant for Buck's boyfriend.

melting on my lips by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): Eddie doesn’t know how he ended up like this. Scratch that, he does know how he ended up like this. When Buck gets in a certain mood – all teasing smiles, lingering touches, reaching increasingly further and further to make any kind of innuendo – Eddie finds it impossible to resist him. So when Buck had caged him up against the kitchen counter and kissed the living daylights out of him before suggesting they take it to the bedroom and try something new? Yeah, no way was Eddie saying no to that one.

alleyways and payphone calls by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): He doesn't grope Eddie in the elevator mostly because he's pretty sure that if he starts he's not going to stop, and Eddie's got a slightly crazy-eyed look that suggests now is not a good time to count on him being the sensible one.

no need to be brave by teaspoon/ @standback (Post-S5E13, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): It should be weird, probably, that he’s let Buck take on this role in their lives. And it should be monumental, even earth-shattering, to realize that if anything, Eddie just wants more. He wants to put his mouth on Buck’s birthmark, on his easy grin, at the dip of his throat. He wants to drag Buck into his bed and keep him there. Suddenly, the idea of not seeing Buck for two days makes him want to punch a wall. Again.

The Other Thing by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): Eddie is blushing, and it's one of the prettiest sights Buck has ever seen, and he'll blame that completely for the next thing that comes out of his mouth. "Do you want me to do it again?"

I mustache you a question by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S7, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): Eddie's life is in shambles. He grows a mustache. It, somehow, fixes everything.

I'll Take "Sounds I Wish I'd Never Heard" For $500, Alex by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 5K | Teen): Buck hears the Grindr notification sound on Eddie's phone - several times - and inevitably has a crisis about it.

every time i don't (i almost do) by justhockey (Getting Together | 8K | Teen): Or, five times Eddie almost tells Buck that he loves him, and the one time he finally does.

🔥no one can be born too many times by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Ravi-centric, Post-S7 | 10K | Teen): When Ravi's younger brother shows up at the station unexpected, the 118 gets a better glimpse into his life, and Ravi gets a better perspective on both his families.

Seismic Shift by fraddit/ @fraddit (Post-S2E3: Help Is Not Coming, Canon Compliant | 10K | Teen): Why Buck drove Eddie to pick up Christopher following the earthquake and what happened after that.

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 14K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

🔥shapes and spaces by prettyunhinged (POV Christopher, Getting Together | 14K | Teen): Christopher Diaz has two dads. He's had two dads for almost as long as he can remember. The only problem? His dads haven’t quite worked that out for themselves… yet. or Five times Christopher calls Buck his dad to other people, and the one time he finally gets to say it to Buck.

All The Pieces Last Forever by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Werewolf Eddie, Fae Buck | 19K | Teen): Eddie Diaz is a capable werewolf; he has a son to raise and a pack to take care of and that's enough. Evan Buckley is an unassuming fae, just trying to keep his head down, do his job, and get by each day. It isn't meant to mean anything when they finally meet. Because werewolves and fae don't belong together, right?

🔥 if you have something to say, you should say it right now by andtimestoodstill/ @andtimestoodstill (Canon, S2-S7 , Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Buck turned in his seat to flash Chris a smile. “We’ve arrived at your destination, good sir.” Chris giggled effusively, kicking his feet again. “Thanks for the ride, Buck,” Eddie said, climbing out of the passenger seat. “Say goodbye,” he told Chris. Buck held his fist out for Chris to bump, getting caught off-guard by the way the seven-year-old wrapped both arms around the back of Buck's seat in a hug instead. Chris pulled away, million-watt smile on his face. “Thanks, Buck. It was nice meeting you.” “You too, Chris,” Buck replied, a little breathless. (Or, Six Conversations in Cars) (Part 1 of moment of honesty)

🔥 sit right here and tell you all that comes to me by andtimestoodstill/ @andtimestoodstill (Post-S7, Coming Out | 30K | Mature): Eddie couldn’t look at the sympathetic tilt of Frank’s eyebrows for another second, so he trained his gaze over Frank’s shoulder. Ever since Chris had left, it had felt like the earth had stopped spinning. But as he looked out the window behind Frank, Eddie could see evidence of the world relentlessly marching on. If he stood up to get a better view, Eddie would probably be able to see Buck’s Jeep in the parking lot below. He’d dropped him off forty minutes ago and promised to be there when Eddie was done. (Or, Seven Conversations on Couches) (Part 2 of moment of honesty)

🔥my mind feels like a foreign land by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Canon Divergent - Ghost Whisperer Buck, S2 | 41K | Mature): Buck & Maddie can see spirits; not that Buck ever told anyone he could. As he settles more into firefighting, Buck's quickly realising that ignoring them isn't going to work anymore. Maybe he should've gotten the basics from Grandma after all; then again, he's always been good at winging it.

🔥Second Best by Nejinee/ @nejineeee (A/B/O AU, FWB | 51K | Explicit): Eddie has convinced himself that helping Buck through his heat was perfectly normal behaviour between friends. It didn’t mean anything.

🔥Project: Rocket Kismet - Eddie vs. the Universe by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Post-S4, Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie are straight. Until they aren't...

🔥loves a game, wanna play? by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7, Love Island AU | 57K | Mature): In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together.

across the stars by ummrys/ @ummrys (The Martian AU | 76K | Teen): Or, NASA astronaut Evan Buckley is presumed dead and abandoned on Mars. Despite everything, he lives to tell the tale.

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 128K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 tell me about despair by hattalove/ @hattalove (S5, Eddie Character Study, Angst | 149K | Mature): eddie's not entirely sure he believes in getting help, at least not for himself. there's only so much healing to be had for a body torn apart by bullets, for a mind that's only half there, for a man who's been leaving pieces of himself behind all his life with nothing to take their place. except, as it turns out, falling apart happens in increments, and healing does, too: it happens when you gnaw a hole in your lip trying to keep quiet only to have the words escape; when you realize that the ghost you've been seeing out of the corner of your eye is yourself; when your best friend smiles, and you allow it to take your breath away. it happens through the smallest of things: bird feeders, and cacti, and pasta shapes.

WIP

🔥 Long Death by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Vampire AU | 10/14 | 45K | Explicit): In the summer of 2024, a never before seen form of vampirism breaks out in Los Angeles. Just as Eddie is about to get his son back. Six months later, Buck's life is permanently changed.

drift past the flowers. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, (Un)requited Love | 13/14 | 41K | Teen): OR Buck and Natalia get engaged, and Eddie flees the state about it. A petty email correspondence ensues.

E & E: A Buddie Drabble Collection by Tizniz (Prompt fic | 106/? | 23K | General): A collection of drabbles for Buck and Eddie.

Weary Memory by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Buck&Bobby, Post-S7 | 1/4 | 2K | Teen): After an argument about the circumstances of Bobby's sudden retirement, Buck and Bobby each find themselves inexplicably experiencing one of the other's difficult childhood memories.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 15/21 | 75K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Podfic

🔥[podfic] everything’s growing in our garden by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Pre-Buddie, Post-S7 | 20-30min | Teen): or, eddie’s growing a garden. buck might be the most firmly planted thing in it. 

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hello! If you still got slots for requests, may I ask for some soft vore with Earthspark Bumblebee? Hope that’s okay!

It is absolutely okay anon! Earthspark Bumblebee...whatta guy. Personally, he's one of my favorite Bee incarnations, so I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the request! Feedback is always appreciated! :D

I wanted to make the reader androgynous when it comes to the environment Earthspark takes place in for the sake of all of you who are imagining yourselves into the story. Just assume you live on the Malto property alongside Bumblebee to help train the Terrans and kids if you wish.

Warmth In Raindrops

Pairing: Earthspark Bumblebee x Human Reader

Warning: This story contains soft vore. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read this story.

Word Count: 1661

You can’t sleep.

  The thunder outside keeps you awake. With every crashing boom, you feel like there are a million trash cans toppling over outside, ringing painfully and causing your eardrums to ache. You shiver, drawing the covers over your head, your body curled up into a ball as you shrink back against your mattress. Lightning flashes through the window blinds. You feel like you are trapped within a haunted mansion despite being in your own bedroom.

  You can’t sleep like this, and if the storm continues at this ferocity, you won’t be earning a wink all night.

  More thunder. A whimper escapes your lips, and you squeeze your eyelids shut so tightly they hurt. You can feel the fatigue weighing you down, all the way from your bones to your brain. It’s quite pathetic to find yourself in this state. Childhood is long behind you; thunder is not something you should fear anymore. Yet, you’ve never managed to get over that instinctive dislike for loud sounds. And so here you are, with no way to escape the anger from the skies above, forced to tremble before their booming might.

  You don’t want to be alone.

  Slowly, you sit up and push the covers off of you. Each careful step you take through the house is illuminated by the lightning and shaken by the heavy drumming of raindrops. You have to dress yourself for the weather before you go outside. Your coat and boots do little to ward off the deluge, and as soon as you walk out the front door, you are soaked. Anxiety is quickly overcome by frustration. You run for the large red barn that sits a little ways off from the house, mud and water splashing in your wake as you keep your hood over your head. The comforting farm scents of hay and horse bring peace to your agonized mind when you slip through the doors and into the darkness.

  There are no animals, not right now. In the far corner of the barn, you see a hulking mass spread out on its back. It is big; bigger than anything else in the barn, the giant robot who is currently taking up residence here is fast asleep. You peel off your coat and boots, throwing them to the side before tiptoeing over to the black-and-yellow mech. Bumblebee is huge, even when he is laying down like this, but you feel no fear when you approach the recharging bot. He’s proven himself time and time again that he would never hurt you.

“Bee,” you hiss.

Bumblebee snores.

  You sigh. “Bee.” You shake his arm lightly. “Bee, wake up.”

  He snorts and sits up sharply, optics flickering open with a start. “Huh? Wha…?” His gaze lands on you. “Oh. Y/N. What-what time is it?”

  “It’s midnight,” you reply.

  “Midnight?” He stretches his arms over his head and yawns like a big cat, large incisors on full display while blue light momentarily radiates from his mouth. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

  You look down at your feet and shrug, mumbling out a halfhearted answer that doesn’t form into proper words. He takes the sight of you in and softens.

  “Can’t sleep?” he whispers.

  You shake your head and hug yourself tightly. Bumblebee smiles sympathetically and rolls onto his side, opening his arms wide. “Come here.”

  You don’t need any more convincing. He laughs softly when you practically fling yourself into him. He curls himself around you, hugging you tight to his chassis. “Clingy tonight, aren’t we?”

  “Mm, shut up.” You slap him lightly. He laughs and coos, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Cute little one,” he murmurs.

  More thunder causes you to stiffen. He notices and chuffs questioningly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  You tilt your head up to look at him. The glow of his optics is calm, his expression one of soft concern. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, a grown adult, to admit the answer, but the look he’s giving you silently implores you to trust him. You can tell him anything. He won’t judge.

“The thunder,” you reply.

  Bumblebee blinks. “Is it scaring you?”

  You bite your bottom lip and nod, lowering your head to sheepishly hide your reddening cheeks in your arms. The mech’s voice drops to a whisper. “Hey.” He dips his index digit under your chin and tips your head back up to meet his gaze. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I get it, I do.” He rubs his thumb up and down your thigh in a soothing manner and speaks with a honey-sweet tone. “Do you want to go inside?”

  You perk up a little. “You-you mean it?”

  “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t,” he chuckles. “I know how sensitive your ears are to loud noises, and even though I can be quite…noisy…” He presses his servo over his midsection, and you can hear an eager growl echo up from beneath his plating. “I know you would rather listen to me than the thunder. So c’mon.” He opens his intake, casting you in the cyan glow of his biolights. “You want in?”

  You hesitate, casting an uneasy look into the massive robotic mouth that’s so, so close to you. Warm air that carries the slight scent of gasoline wafts around you, beckoning you forward with hypnotic warmth. You’ve never allowed yourself to be…eaten by a Cybertronian before. You are aware of their capabilities, of how they can swallow a human down into their tank. You wouldn’t be digested. You’d be…warm…

  Bumblebee senses your nervousness and tries to soothe you with low purrs. He bumps his nose against you again. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he murmurs. “You’ll be safe. I promise, I’ll always keep you safe.”

  You inhale shakily. Warmth. Safety. You’ll take both over the thunder. So you sit up and reach your arms forward to carefully press your hands against his tongue.

  It’s soft, squishy. It doesn’t have a fleshy feeling to it, but rather its texture is like silicone, allowing you to sink into it with little resistance. Bumblebee looks down at you with a twinkle in his eye. Slowly, he shifts your hands to the side by curling his tongue up to taste them. The sensation of it rolling underneath your palms causes you to giggle. “T-That tickles.”

  “Does it? Sorry. You just…you taste really good.”

  “I…I do?”

  “Yes.” He presses his tongue up against your palms with more force. “I can definitely see myself craving you.”

  You giggle again. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted.”

  “Ehh, maybe both.” He laughs. “But I’d prefer the former over the latter.”

  He nudges you forward. You comply and allow him to guide you into his mouth. Climbing over giant teeth, you flop forward, biolight washing over you as you peer down his throat. He lifts his tongue to slide you further in. He’s patient with this; there’s no hunger in the way he draws you in, no sense of urgency or possessiveness. He lets you go at your own pace, and only when you are completely inside does he close his mouth. The sound of the thunder is barely audible now. You nestle in and close your eyes, soaking in the heat, content to remain like this for the rest of the night.

  Bumblebee hums. His tongue rises only a little, and you inch closer to his throat. Though he doesn’t gulp you down, from the way saliva is practically dripping from every surface of his mouth right now, you can tell he desperately wishes to swallow you. Not wanting to torture him any longer, you give him the all clear. “It’s okay, Bee. I’m ready.”

  Another hum is what you get for a response. He gives one last little lick to your face before he swallows.

  It’s a slow journey down. You close your eyes and let his esophagus carry you further into his body. All around you is the sound of his purrs. When you finally do slip into his fuel tank and sink into the thick, squishy cables that close in to hug you close, you feel such an intense level of comfort that it makes you want to beg him to keep you in here forever.

  “Y/N?” Bumblebee whispers for you. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

  “Mm.” You make a soft, relaxed noise. “M’ okay, Bee. I can hear you.”

  “Is it alright in there?” he asks. “Are you warm? Can you see?”

  “Bee, trust me, I’m fine. I’m very warm and I feel very happy.” You lay flat on your back and stare up at the tank’s “ceiling.” All around you, his biolights shine. It’s like a light show that feels so good to look at. “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before.”

  “I didn’t think you’d want to do it,” he says. “I haven’t done this with a human in…oh gosh, I want to say years, but it's probably been a decade.” The tank walls squeeze you in one big bear hug…or, bot hug, you think humorously to yourself. “But I’m glad I could do it again with you.”

  You smile and close your eyes. “You are such a sap.”

  “What can I say?” He squeezes you again. “I’m always a sap for you, little one.”

  You murmur incomprehensible noises and turn onto your stomach, squirming with a flustered feeling rising within you as your cheeks turn red. Bumblebee coos and cuddles you, wrapping his arms around his midsection to hold you tightly within. You say nothing else, and yet, you know you don’t have to. He understands. He always does.

  There is no thunder here. Only gurgles and purrs and his sparkbeat. You find yourself slipping off into sleep before you know it. Your rest is deep and undisturbed. It’s safe here. You are safe here. With him surrounding you, protecting you, there is no reason to remain awake.

[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 1

Summary: Maybe the relationships worth fighting for were the ones in which you had to fight the hardest.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, vague references to violence, light public wankery

Author’s Note: This one has been sitting in my inbox for literal years so I hope you’re still in an angsty mood after all this time. Was meant to be a oneshot but hey I got carried away what can I say.

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Three loud knocks hammered against your door. It made you jump every time he did that, you were used to your guests ringing the buzzer.

You checked the time as you hurried across the length of your cramped apartment, cursing under your breath when you saw that it was almost nine. Him finishing work this late was never good news. Whatever had happened, whether it be another drawn out meeting or an unplanned, after-hours assignment, it would almost definitely have left him in a shitty mood.

You sighed. It used to be that bad days for him were few and far between, now they seemed to outnumber the good ones. 

Sliding the chain off and turning the lock, your heart sank when you pulled the door backwards and caught sight of his miserable expression. You wished so much that there was more you could do to uplift him when he felt like this but, short of marching into his office and scolding his colleagues as if they were suave-suited school children, you were helpless. All you could do was try to help him take his mind off things.

“Hey, Hot Shot.”

He managed to summon a weak but warm smile, planting a kiss on your temple as he shuffled past. “Hey. The crazy newspaper lady let me in again.”

“I figured,” you pushed the door shut and followed him inside, “did she give you another fistful of clippings?”

“Whatta you think?”

He stuffed a hand into his pocket and set down a few scrunched up papers on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. With a smirk, you picked them up and smoothed them out, scanning your eyes over the headlines. 

“Bless her, she always saves the business stories for you.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

“Probably ‘cause you’re always in a suit and I’m always referring to you as Hot Shot.”

“You talk to her?”

Realising your mistake, you stopped absentmindedly thumbing through the clippings, lifted your gaze to his and shrugged. “Occasionally.”

He narrowed his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't like the idea of you going near her, he thought it wasn’t safe, probably thought you’d end up locked in her apartment and chopped into tiny pieces that she’d save and use as bullion cubes. 

So now probably wasn’t the best time to bring up your weekly visits to her apartment for coffee and cake. 

Sure, she was a little intimidating to look at, with her wild eyes and deep, sunken cheeks, but she was a sweetheart really. She’d started tearing up newspapers in the downstairs lobby after her husband died a few years ago. He loved his morning reading and she loved clipping out his favourite stories and saving them for him, apparently doing it for other people was the only thing keeping her going now she was alone. You just wished you could think of a way to explain all that to Bucky without incurring his paranoia.

His glare wasn’t letting up. You knew if you didn’t swiftly change the subject there was a danger he might start trying to convince you to move into his much nicer, much bigger and much safer apartment again. As much as you appreciated the offer, it had taken so much for you to move to the city on your own, and you weren’t ready to give up your independence just yet. You were happy the way things were.

You cut in as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Rough day?”

His head collapsed backwards. “Mhmm.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Nah, s’alright, just seemed like everyone was out to piss me off.”

“Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

He chuckled gruffly as you flopped down beside him, his arm moving to cradle your shoulders and hug you tight to his side. “Have you eaten?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You wanna order pizza?”

“Definitely.” 

You leaned forward and rustled around for the takeout menu in your coffee table junk drawer. Bucky shifted slightly, out the corner of your eye you could see him starting to dig the fingers on his free hand into his knee. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking again.

“Can I pay this time?”

“We’ll split it.” 

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

“Buck.” You gave him a look as you dropped the menu in his lap. “We’ll split it.”

He didn’t push back. You’d gotten pretty good at standing your ground out of necessity because, if Bucky got his way, you’d never be allowed to spend a single dollar. He earned a lot more than you, a helluva lot more, but you still preferred to keep things equal. You got by just fine. 

The two of you settled in on the couch together. He hustled downstairs when the buzzer sounded and you demolished the pizza in front of the TV, enjoying the peace of each other's company, chuckling at whatever shitty reality show was on at 9pm on a weeknight. 

Despite his best efforts, though, it was obvious that something still wasn’t quite right with him. He needed some help unwinding.

“Hey, you wanna hear something funny? It might cheer you up.”

His head lolled towards you, a wide smile creeping over his lips. “Go on.”

“So, at work this afternoon, Judy was doing her rounds upstairs when she noticed a guy tucked in the corner by adult fiction. It’s pretty routine to get the odd embarrassed reader trying to hide away up there but apparently he was grunting like a professional tennis player , her words.”

“Jesus.”

“Mhmm. So she called the cops and they hustled up there, apparently he’d been jerking off in the aisle to a fucking Mills & Boon novel called The Dark Duke . We had to get the janitor to get rid of it in a biohazard bag, poor guy. He’ll probably call in sick tomorrow from the trauma.” You were laughing through your words but, when you looked over at Bucky, an incredibly stern face was looking back. “C’mon, you gotta admit that’s funny.”

“It’s not funny that you’re around creeps like that every day.”

“This city is full of creeps, just so happens that a few of them have library cards.” You flashed your eyebrows at him, he didn’t even crack a smile. “Jesus, Buck, you don’t think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“No, I don’t.”

The two of you fell into silence. His eyes flicked away from you for a second, his expression suddenly becoming resolute. You could see the words forming in his throat. You knew exactly what was coming.

“You really need to think about coming to work at my place.”

You jumped up from the couch. “I can’t have this conversation again.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re already in a shitty mood and me making the same argument I’ve made a thousand times before isn’t gonna help.”

You picked up the empty pizza box and trudged through to the kitchen, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t, unfortunately, because he decided it was smart to jump up and follow you like an irritating child.

“I just don’t get why you won’t take it. It’s better money, better hours and we’ll practically be-”

“Practically be working together yeah, I know, I’ve heard this speech before and the answer is the same. Thank you, but I’m happy where I am.”

“You wanna work in a fuckin’ library forever?”

You threw the box down on the counter and swivelled round to face him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about my choices like that, like you know better.”

“Jesus, I’m just tryna’ look out for you.”

You shook your head, in disbelief that you’d been dragged into this argument once again. “Whatever.”

“Is that it?”

“I honestly don’t know what you want from me, Buck.”

“I want to know why you’d rather stay in a shitty job and a shitty apartment than have something better.”

“Because I don’t want to work for your fucking father, alright?”

His face dropped. You realised that your words had come out with much more venom than intended but, in all fairness, this had been building up for a while. You’d been with Bucky long enough to know what kind of business his family was in and you wanted no part of it. Your love for him had helped you move past your unease about what he did for a living, because you knew with utmost certainty that he was a good man at heart, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to get dragged in too. 

He clenched his jaw for a second before biting his cheeks, his head slowly beginning to nod, anger rising in his face. You just waited. Anyone else might have been scared of him in this moment, of how he seemed to be coiling up like a threatened snake ready to strike, but you weren’t. He’d never given you any reason to be.

His mouth fell open but quickly snapped closed before any distinguishable words could escape. With a loud huff, he stormed away, yanking his jacket from the couch as he passed and tearing your front door open. 

You saw him hesitate in the corridor for a second. He brushed his hand over his hair before suddenly lashing out, striking the side of his fist against the doorframe. The whole wall shuddered.

“Whoa, hey.” You hurried over and reached for his shoulder. “That looked like it hurt, are you-”

He grabbed you. 

Your eyes locked with his, you’d never seen him this angry before. In fact, you were so caught up in his warped expression that it actually took you a few seconds to feel his grip, to feel how tightly he was squeezing and how his fingertips dug into the space between the veins and tendons in your wrist. You frantically looked down at his white-knuckled hand and tried to yank yourself free, hoping that any amount of resistance would encourage him to release. He didn’t let go. You looked back up at him. 

No words were exchanged, but you saw in his face the moment he realised he was hurting you. The redness in his cheeks seemed to drain away in an instant, leaving behind a deathly paleness that highlighted how quickly the tension dissolved from the muscles in his jaw and forehead. 

He let go.

With panic thumping in your chest, you quickly stepped backwards and slammed the door. You sheltered behind it, frozen, as he softly knocked against the wood and apologised over and over again. 

You stayed there until you heard him walk away.

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Hiiiiiiiiiii Maggie <3

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Made A Difference In My World 1k

Maddie's words echo in Buck's mind as he stops practically mid step to stare. He must look like a fool. Best case scenario, a really detailed lawn ornament. But the sight before him would stop even the toughest of men, and Buck is a weak, weak man. It doesn't help that the speakers are blasting Whatta Man. It doesn't help that this year's LAFD shirts are thinner than previous years thanks to budget cuts. It doesn't help that the sun is at the perfect angle to make the man before him practically glisten.

[Read on ao3]

[grimesrhees]

Good Luck, Babe.

pairing: maggie greene/rhee x fem!reader

genre: angst, mostly.

warnings: mentions of intimacy & alcohol

notes: I rarely write so please enjoy my own self indulgent attempt at it solely for my queen Maggie<3 (this also took me forever, thanks adhd😅)

summary: based on Chappell Roan's song Good Luck, Babe! Set (mostly) before the zombie apocalypse, Maggie struggles with her feelings towards other women. reader gets caught in between, falling for her knowing Maggie isn't ready to accept herself yet.

-Pre-Zombie Apocalypse-

How the hell did I get here again?

You thought to yourself as you lay sweaty and tingly all over, staring into the void of the dark ceiling above. You knew exactly how you got here, in bed with Maggie Greene, yet again. All she had to do was bat those eyelashes your way and use that sweet southern drawl and you were a goner. Ever since you started getting to know each other at the beginning of the semester 6 months ago, you wanted to show her all the ways you could make her feel good. But from the start you were aware that this was experimentation for Maggie, being with another woman. She didn’t want to admit to herself that she was attracted to women along with men. There were many occasions she’d drunkenly called or text you to come pick her up after one too many shots at the bar, only for you to walk in and find her making out with yet another man. But you always came anyway. Because even through the heart ache of this situationship, you couldn’t help but to start falling for Maggie. She was so smart and kind, gentle but fierce all the same, when she wasn’t being a stubborn bull in denial over the two of you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you turned to face the soft, bare back of Maggie’s. All those days in the hot Georgia sun on her daddy’s farm had her shoulders and back peppered with freckles. You tried to take in every inch of her while you slowly drew your fingertips up and down along her spine. Maggie hummed sleepily at your touch, and you could feel you heart swell and break into pieces at the same time. You didn’t think you could take this, whatever this was between you and her, much longer.

You woke up early the next morning, way before Maggie, and decided to take a quick shower and brew some coffee. You poured two cups, set them both down on the small table and sat. After wrestling back and forth with your thoughts last night, before you mercifully fell asleep, you decided that it was best to talk to Maggie about what was going on between you two. You sipped the hot coffee slowly and stared into the black liquid abyss in front of you until you heard the small creaks of the floorboard.

Maggie’s figure appeared, wearing nothing but an oversized flannel shirt and a pair of lacey underwear. Her hair, completely disheveled from the passion of the night before. You couldn’t help your heart from fluttering at the sight. She leaned against the door frame and flashed you that winning, toothy smile of hers, signature lip bite and all. It quickly fell when she noticed the sad look on your face as you looked up from your coffee.

“Darlin’ why the sad face, what’s got you down this mornin’?” Maggie cooed in that sweet southern drawl of hers.

“After last night I cain’t have nothin’ but a smile on my face.”

You took a deep breath and looked up into Maggie’s big green eyes.

“Mags, what are we doing? Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? What are we?”

You prepped for the inevitable response you were going to get.

Maggie let out a huff and folded her arms across her chest.

“Whatta ya mean ‘what are we doin’ and ‘what are we’? We’re havin’ fun, it’s just casual sex y/n. We’re not anything but that…” she trailed off, almost as if she was convincing herself at the same time as the words were coming out of her mouth.

God she was so fucking stubborn.

You looked away from her and felt your eyes stinging with inescapable tears. Keeping those tears from falling would take everything in you, so you set your coffee down and started to get up from the table.

“Wait, y/n I didn’t mean it quite like that, you know how much I care about you," she shifted her body up straight,

"But this is just the way it is I can’t-"

You stopped her before she could finish.

“I know that this,” you motioned your pointer finger back and forth between the two of you, “is more than “nothing”, more than just “casual” sex. You know that I love you, Maggie.”

Maggie’s mouth went agape for a brief moment before it snapped shut, her jaw tightening and brows furrowing. A mix of emotions flashed across her face, fear, frustration and sadness. She couldn’t will herself to say anything back to you, so you continued on.

“Y'know what, it’s fine. It's cool. You can kiss a hundred guys in bars, shoot shot after shot just to try and stop you from feeling what you know is true about yourself. Make all the excuses , give me all the stupid reasons, but I won’t be here for them. I can’t do this anymore.”

You stood quickly and snatched your bag off the back of your chair, walking over to Maggie and getting only inches away from her face. Even having just woken up she was exceptionally beautiful, and her scent was something you could get drunk off of. You had ripped the band aid almost all off, you had to control yourself, had to end this now, even though almost every ounce of your body was tempted to push her up against the wall and kiss her until you were both breathless and gasping for air.

“This isn’t something you can just hide from forever, Maggie Greene. And you will think about this, years from now, until maybe you finally fucking realize that. Face to face with my ‘I told you so,’ and a longing for what could have been.”

Maggie continued to just stare at you but with tears now brimming in her eyes, still too stubborn to respond to any of your words. Her eyes fell to your feet until you brushed past her and towards the front door. While reaching for the doorknob you turned and looked back at Maggie, tears already steadily rolling down your cheeks.

“Good luck, babe,” you managed to choke out before swiftly opening the door and closing it behind you with a thud.

-Some months into the Zombie Apocalypse-

Flashes of different images and sensations danced across her mind.

The wind whooshing through her hair as her arms stretched out through the car sun roof.

An arching back and the feeling of sweat rolling down her chest, in a state of complete pleasure. Soft moans and wet kisses.

Giggles rang in and out but soon faded into silence.

Your tear-stained face looking back at her, "I told you so," echoing loudly, and the slamming of a door. Suddenly a mirror appeared and only her heartbroken face was staring back at her.

Maggie awoke with a small gasp and sat straight up in her bed. She took a minute to steady her breathing while trying to recollect the dream she just had. Next to her she heard Glenn let out a sleepy sigh and shift in his sleep. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut and put her head in her hands. The world ended and you were right, she couldn't hide the truth from herself forever. She had loved you, completely. Always did. Maggie laid her head back on her pillow, breathing a sigh of relief, finally allowing herself some acceptance.

[honibunny]

Dance of Deception

playlist : Whatta Man and Seven Nation Army | Cinderella (2021)

summary : You help Lily by distracting James at a dance

James Potter x reader

In the cozy nook of the library, I found solace amidst the scent of old and new books, reveling in the comfort that flooded through my veins. As I lost myself in the pages, the tranquility was interrupted by hurried footsteps approaching. With a knowing smile, I glanced up to find Lily standing before me, her expression fraught with desperation. Closing my book, I sighed softly. "Lily?"

"Y/n, please tell me you'll do it," she implored, hope shining in her eyes.

"I don't want to…" I began, but a flicker of despair crossed Lily's face. "But since you're my best friend, I'll do it." With those words, Lily engulfed me in a grateful hug before darting off, leaving me leaning against the wall, exhaling a breath. How could I possibly distract James and his friends during the annual dance?

Walking through the hallways, my gaze trailed over the paintings adorning the walls, the laughter of boys growing louder as I approached. A group of four boys huddled together caught my attention, their animated conversation drawing me closer. With a gentle smile, I addressed them, "What mischief are you boys planning?"

Startled by my voice, they turned to face me, and James, with his signature grin, replied, "Nothing of importance, love."

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, I couldn't help but notice the glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Attempting to decipher the enigma that was James Potter, I met his gaze with an arched brow before relenting with a soft chuckle. "Have you all secured dates for the ball?"

A silent exchange passed between the boys before Sirius spoke up, mentioning their decision to attend as a friend group. As I observed their camaraderie, an idea sparked in my mind. As their voices filled the air, an idea began to take shape in the recesses of my mind. With a casual farewell, I left them to their conspiracies, my thoughts consumed by the intricacies of the plan that was slowly coalescing in my mind.

Earlier that day, amidst the hustle and bustle of preparations for the upcoming dance, I had meticulously finalized the details of my scheme. Now, as I surveyed the bustling Great Hall, the fruits of my labor began to unfold before me. The rumors I had carefully planted had taken root, spreading like wildfire through the throngs of eager students. Lily's sudden appearance beside me made me jump, her proud grin at her successful execution earned her a giggle.

As we exchanged a few brief words, her mention of James sparked a momentary pang of jealousy within me. Why was I fixated on him? Pushing aside the fleeting envy, I reassured her of my commitment to the plan, our shared excitement for the evening's festivities eclipsing any lingering apprehension.

The day of the ball dawned bright and clear, the air alive with anticipation. Stepping into our shared room, I marveled at the array of dresses adorning the walls, each one a testament to the unique personality of its owner. After assisting my roommates with their hair and makeup, it was finally my turn to prepare for the evening ahead.

Stepping into the Great Hall, I marveled at the sight before me. Each girl's dress exuded elegance and charm, a kaleidoscope of colors and styles. Each girl's dress exuded elegance and charm, a reflection of their individuality. I observed the crowd, noting a few restless figures anxiously awaiting someone. Smirking at the scene, I positioned myself strategically, awaiting the unfolding of our plan.

As the marauders made their entrance, I couldn't contain my amusement at their stunned expressions. With James reluctantly pushed toward the girls, I watched as Remus stumbled, a comical mishap that elicited laughter. Amidst the chaos, James' eyes found mine, his goofy smile prompting a giggle. As the girls surrounded them, vying for their attention, I approached James, a glint of mischief in my eyes.

Approaching James, I reached out and lightly rested my hand on his shoulder, the subtle glimmer of my acrylic nails catching the light as I trailed my fingers down to his chest. Drawing nearer, our bodies aligned, chest to chest, as a charged energy passed between us. His gaze, intense and captivating, bore into mine, darkening with unspoken desire. Aware of the other girls vying for attention nearby, I glanced around briefly before feeling James gently tilt my chin, redirecting my focus back to him.

"Follow me," I whispered, his eyes laced with anticipation. Meeting his gaze once more, I found myself momentarily captivated by his lips before meeting his gaze once more. Without hesitation, I turned and gracefully led the way out of the room, sensing James' swift footsteps close behind, eager to follow.

Distract James: Success.

[pepper-luv]

🌼~No Regrets~🌼

This is a tickle fic! If that's not your cup of ☕, ignore this!

Lee!reader x Ler!Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

NSFW and 26+ DNI! 🫶

Reader decides to pull a little prank on Adam, thinking it would be "funny". Adam, thankfully unfortunately,does not quite agree.

unedited, good luck soldier 🫡

You smile as you look at your finished work. Yet again, Adam fell asleep in a meeting, and Sera was too fed up with his bullshit to even bother trying to wake him up. He slept through the meeting, and now lays down on the table with drool pooling out of his mouth and your artwork displayed in sharpie on his face.

You try to stifle a laugh at the sight of his new, jet-black and 2d mustache. Of course, he could always cover it up with his mask, which is why it is now in your possession. He fell asleep on the table without properly securing his mask, of course, so when it fell off in his sleep, how could you resist?

You decide to get out of there before he wakes up and tries to murder you for your artwork. Snatching the mask off the table (and your sharpie, lest he decide to 'beautify' your face aswell), and are almost at the door when you hear a sleepy groan from behind you. Slowly turning your head, you see Adam rubbing his eyes and wiping the drool from his mouth on the corner of his sleeve. Fuck.

"It's finally over?" he asks sleepily, trying to look for his mask with squinty tired eyes and patting around the table. Once his eyes adjust to the light, he looks up at you. "Whatta ya got my mask for, sugar tits? Give it!" You stare at him, pressing your lips tightly together in an attempt to hide your laughter. He looks ridiculous with the sharpie on his face, and it's even funnier that he hasn't seen it yet.

"But everyone wants to see the gorgeous face of Adam, the original man!" You exclaim with fake admiration. He rolls his eyes.

"Of course they do, sweetcheeks, I'm the original dick! They gotta earn seeing the dickmaster's face. Now gimme my mask!" he grumbles, standing up and walking towards you. You flash him a quick grin before sprinting out the door, slamming it in his face and giggling. You quickly dash to your room, running into the bathroom and hiding behind the shower curtain. It's better than the closet or under the bed, those are easy spots!

You try not to laugh as you hear Adam barge in, not bothering to knock. "Where the hell are you? Gimme my mask!"

You hear his footsteps sound on the tile of the bathroom, and suddenly come to a stop. He's silent. You've never heard him be this quiet in your life, and you don't know whether to laugh or be afraid.

"You drew. On the ORIGINAL DICK'S FACE. With MARKER?" He exclaims, and you can't hold your laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you giggle. The shower curtain comes flying open, and you slide down the wall, giggling on the floor. He towers over you, a mix of fury and bafflement on his face.

"Aha- Adam, I'm sohohorry! It's just- funny!" You manage to giggle out, dying laughing at his decorated face and baffled expression. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he snatches you up from the shower floor. Your eyes widen as he carries you into your bedroom and tosses you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel his fingers scribbling all over your ribs.

"You wanna laugh? Hmm? Yeah, you wanna laugh? Go on, let it out!" He mocks at you, grinning at your desperate giggles and squirms.

"NAHA- Nahaha Adam!! I'm sahaharry!" you squeal, wiggling around in an attempt to escape his torturous fingers.

"It's your own fault for messing with the dickmaster!" he responds, switching between drilling his fingertips against your stomach and in between your ribs in an unpredictable sequence.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" your giggles echo throughout the bedroom, and you look up at him to see his grin. He looks like he's having fun, despite the sharpie art across his face.

"Oh come on, you can handle it, sugar tits!" he teases, adjusting himself so that he's hovering over your belly. Your eyes widen as he smirks down at you.

"No- no, Adam, plehehease! Have mercy!" You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes through giggles.

"But you love this face sooo much, you even put your artwork on it! I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I just used it to..." he brings his face down to your belly, nuzzling his stubble into your ticklish skin.

"NAHAhaha!!! Adam!" You squeal, eyes becoming big as saucers as you feel him taking a deep breath against your belly. "Adam- don't you dare.." But he doesn't listen, making you nearly scream with laughter as he blows a big ass raspberry against your belly. "ADAHAHAM!!"

"Aww, what's the matter sweetcheeks? Can't handle it?" He teases, blowing raspberry after raspberry all over your ticklish skin. By now you're a giggly mess, squirming and shaking with laughter as he finally relents his torture on your belly.

"Look at ya, all red and blushy!" he smirks, going back to his fingers' torture on your ribs. The tickles make you giggle uncontrollably, pushing at his chest and trying to squirm out of his grasp. Finally, you manage to roll out of his grasp, and straight off the bed. You tumble onto the floor with a thud, making him laugh as you let out an "OUCH!" and try to catch your breath on the floor.

You eventually drag yourself up off the ground, glowering at the sight of Adam laughing his ass off. "Having fun, shitface?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking and wiggling his fingers at you, making you shrink back. "Okay, okay!"

"Regret your decision to mess with the original dick?" he taunts, and you grin at him.

"Nahh, I don't do regrets- and anyway, it was SO worth it." you respond. He steps towards you, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, you want a round two, don't cha sugar tits?" he mocks, making you back against the wall, blushing.

Worth it.

[loveshotzz]

you reblogged your whatta man masterlist🤨 dont play w my heart rn idk if i can handle it

I did reblog it! but not cause it’s done :( I was manifesting a good writing night which I think it might be! It’s not done yet, but hopefully within the next weekish. I’ll give you a lil snippet since it’s taking so long 💗

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes and freckles trail along his neck leading to small moles placed like the stars above you on his sun kissed skin and stubbled jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks, the expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in seconds flat.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you silently scold yourself for acting like you’ve never seen a cute guy before.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary honey, it was an accident.”

The endearment that leaves his mouth followed by the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground a matching chain slips out from under his shirt, the glow above giving you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile,you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as your okay-“

“Steve.” He offers his name with the kind of smile that shows the whites of his teeth, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot.” you start to say doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips, jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves unashamed before offering you another grin.

Giggles bubble past your strawberry flavored lips making his grin widen. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the muscles in your face hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice comes out sweet despite the teasing roll of your eyes as you point to your open window above.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger before all his attention is back on you. The tension growing thicker when he kicks off the wall. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his clothes, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue to push the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk tells you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too.” Tracing your tongue over your top lip, you taste the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded lids. “Steve.”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - The Bodyguard Part 2/8

Yeah, this picture should be illegal.😮‍💨

Summary - Reader is a popstars in trouble and Ruben is her new bodyguard, here to protect and help her find out who wants to hurt her. But what happens when the relationship between Reader and Ruben simply gets too personal?

Enjoy!

Although in doubt at first, you eventually got used to having a bodyguard, someone following you around wherever you went. For the most part Ruben kept his distance, a silent flash in the corner of your eye. He didn't speak if not spoken to and he drove in a separate car than you and Taylor just to have a better eye on what was happening in the street. It all seemed like standard protocol for a bodyguard. However, you quickly found out what mite distinguish Ruben from others in his field.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself longing for a fun-filled shopping spree with your close friends. Follwing a long week of rehearsal and studio sessions, not to mention the many interviews. You yearned for a taste of normalcy, away from the glaring spotlight and hordes of people wanting things from you. Determined to make your dream a reality, you shared your plans with your management team, a.k.a. your sister, oblivious to the storm it would soon unleash.

"What do you mean you need a break?"

"It's just one day off."

"A day off? Y/N do you know how much preparations we still have ahead of the drop of your new album, ahead of the tickets release of your world tour?"

"I do and that's why I need one day to reset. I just want to go downtown with Elvis and Keke. They say there's a huge sale on Birkin bags."

"God, why did you give me this job of taking care of someone who never listens?"

"Because he knows I need you." You smiled.

She sighed. "You've got two hours."

"Four."

"Three and you're taking Ruben with you."

"No way!"

"Yes way, especially if you're going out with those crazy friends of yours."

Ruben hadn't expected you to leave the apartment today and he definitely didn't expected you to barge into his room without knocking first.

"Oh, sorry." You said, lowering your gaze at the sight of a shirtless Ruben.

"Do you mind?"

"I'm sorry I..."

Ruben was just another shirtless man, nothing to be flushed about. However you had never seen that much outline of muscle on a human being before.

"I'm just letting you know that I'm going out." You said, speaking to him but looking at your feet.

"Alright, just give me a minute and I'll be right there."

"Right."

You slowly raised your head, a slight ache in your chest.

Ruben turned to look at you, furrowed brows. "Was that all?"

"Whatta hell is that?"

Ruben was wearing a type of undergarment. A piece of fabric that surley resembled a..."

"It's a bullet proof west."

"What for?" You frowned.

"Taking bullets."

He grabbed his t-shirt from the bed, buttoning it over his vest. It was barley visible underneath.

"I know your not wearing that for my sake." You scolded. "Don't expect anybody to shoot me up, especially not Mr Dickonataor 3000."

Somthing flickered across Ruben's face, another tinted expression, this time with a hint of a smile. He sealed the last button's to his shirt and stepped up to where you stood. "Always expected the unexpected Y/N."

His warm sent is what overwhelmed you,  but also the the sound of his voice when he whispered your name.

"I'll tell Taylor to bring the car around."

You nodded. "Okay."

It was obvious that when Ruben caught wind of your desire for a carefree shopping day with friends, alarm bells rang in his head. Ensuring your safety was his utmost priority, and the thought of you venturing into public without his watchful eye deeply unsettled him.

"Oh my god, did you hear about Tanya?" Elvis gasped. "She obviously OD'd last month but the press has us thinking she caught an illness."

Keke snorted. "I bet her management is paying TMZ to keep quiet."

"What do you think Y/N?"

Shopping with Elvis and Keke was fun, with them life seemed so easy and scandalous. They didn't make you feel like a hard working international popstars, but one of the girls, which you never got to feel like being homeschooled as young.

"I hope she's okay." You said. Tanya was a singer just like you. A bit older but with so much experience of being in the industry. She helped launch your career by introducing you to some very influential producers and to that you were forever greatful.

"Speaking of okay," Elvis said, looking back at the shadow that was Ruben, walking slowly behind the three of you. "How is this your life now?"

"Please don't remind me." You sighed. "My sister is just paranoid about the death threat I got last month,  you know the one where the man sent me a bloody knife with the DNA of a racoon."

"Yes, hahaha. That was hilarious!" Keke laughed. "How did he even get your address?"

"Welp, my sister didn't think it was funny and now I have my own personal bodyguard."

"He is fine as hell, no? Do you think he'll guard my body?"

"Stop it." You hit Elvis in the arm.

It wasn't annoying having Ruben around, it made you feel safe. However, having him around 24/7....

His unusual presence didn't go unnoticed. There were fans who gathered around, snapping pictures and screaming in excitement. Yet, instead of basking in the attention, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated with each passing moment. With Ruben, determined to maintain his hyper-vigilance by directing your every move, skillfully weaving through the crowd and dismissing any potential danger like a hawk. His overprotectiveness grew more pronounced, calling unwanted attention to you and your friends, creating a spectacle wherever you went. Thus it didn't feel like you were getting a day off, but another day in your crazy life as a popstars.

"Man, let's just go to my place." Elvis sighed. "I have like four bottles of wine from the event my company had yesterday."

"Y/N, you coming?"

Watching your friends drift further away, you couldn't help but be overcome by a sense of longing for the same freedom they had. You longed to immerse yourself in the energy of the city, shop till you dropped, and savor the precious moments of normalcy of going home and enjoying a bottle of wine. However, Ruben's constant presence loomed over you like a shadow, smothering your zest for life.

Feeling suffocated, you approached him, voice laced with frustration and desperation. "Ruben, I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I need some space. I need to feel like a regular person sometimes, without the constant intrusion. Can't you trust my judgment? Trust that I can take care of myself, just this once?"

Ruben's expression softened as he realized the weight of his actions, that they might have taken a tool on you, especially when you we're still getting used to having him around.

"We're are you headed?" He asked, expression motionless.

"Just to my friends house, we're having dinner. I'll have Taylor pick me up after."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Okay, really?"

"Yes it's fine, just..."

Ruben stumbled backwards as you ambushed him with a hug. "I'll see you later." You smiled, leaving him visibly stunned by your actions.

If you knew Elvis you knew that a quiet night with the girls always turned into a full blown party. By the time the three of you had down the four bottles of wine, Elvis had called half the people on his contact list. E - list celebrities that were desperate to be seen in a picture with you.

"I loved your last album, so many great songs were on it."

"Thank you, which one was your favorite?"

"Oh, you know..."

"I do...?"

"Yeah, you know....perhaps that one featuring that rapper?"

"You mean my song Dirty Laundry ft. Lover Boi?"

"Yeah, that's the one!"

"Gee thanks." You said and rose to go to the bathroom.

Whoever said that their favorite song of yours was Dirty Laundry didn't really care about your music, only the hits that were featured in luxury commercials or backgrounds songs for Tik Tok trends. The songs that you actually put your heart and mind into never seemed to get the recognition they deserved.

"Y/N, you good?" Elvis asked, as you past him on your way to the bathroom.

You had a lot to drink, becoming more and more forgetful of yourself. There was flashing lights in your face, people taking pictures. Your sister wouldn't like that. She always told you that a good image is important to withstand and being publicly intoxicated was not withstanding that image.

"Let me help you with that baby."

You couldn't find the bathroom. And the fact that you were so drunk frightened you a little. You oriented your way out of Elvis apartment, taking the elevator down and stumbling onto the street. You were fumbling with your purse looking for your phone when a strange man popped up, asking if you needed his help.

"I'm okay, thank you."

"Hold up, aren't you Y/N?"

"Um...no."

"Yes you are. You're that girl in that video with Lover Boi."

"Please don't..."

"Eyo, Tito, look who it is!"

"Call your friends..." You sighed.

Soon a crowd of pedestrians had gathered around you taking pictures of you like a monument in the middle of the street.

"I'm sorry, I need to..." You fumbled with your purse, unable to locate your phone to call Taylor.

"Shit, it's TMZ!"

Soon the tiny little flashing phones turned into full blown flashing cameras and photographers, or paparazzi as you've learned to call them, shouting things at you.

"Y/N show me those legs!"

*snap*

"Having fun on your night out?"

*snap*

"How many drinks have you had to night sweetie,  you look a mess."

*snap.*

"You guys please."

You hoplessly tried to diverged the snapping  cameras from your face, hiding it behind your arm. But it was hopless, you couldn't get away. The paparazzi were circling you like a shark, snapping pictures, never having enough.

"Please I... don't feel so well."

You lost your balance, falling onto your knees. This resulted in the cameras snapping more violently and no one coming to your rescue, that is, until Ruben.

"Out of the way!"

He barge through the crowd out of nowhere, not caring about who he pushed aside. He got to you and brought you up on your feet. You were walking in the air, the way that he carried you through the crowd, with one hand around your waist, pinning you to his side.

"You're okay, I got you."

You got shuffled into a car, his car, tires  swirling on the side walk as he drove away.

Although you  were drowsy, you noticed how he kept turning his head to the backseat, checking on you.

"Where almost home, I'll get you home." He said, sounding genuinely concerned.

It was all a blurr from then, how you got to your apartment, how you even got into bed that night? All you recall was Ruben's strong arms around your waist, and him, repeating the words "I got you."

[manderleyfire]

'panem lost a poet panem lost a standup comedian' lmaoooooooo what are your favorite Coriolanus’ unhinged quotes from tbosas?? I cackled so much during that rather dark book, I feel embarrassed, lol

He had to think of just the right way to break the news. But what would that be? 'I love you deeply, but I love officers’ school more?' That wasn’t going to go over well.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

AH, TRUST AGAIN. ThE aIr WaS fUlL oF iT.

Coriolanus winced slightly. TWO biking mishaps in the same twelve-hour period seemed more than coincidental.

This entrance was for the poor people, Coriolanus thought. Or perhaps not poor. The word PLEBEIAN came to mind. (those history classes did nothing for him)

PASSING OUT SANDWICHES WAS ONE THING, THROWING THE CHAIR QUITE ANOTHER (sorry, i'm in tears, xDDD)

Snow lands on top and ALL THAT. He knew he should be elated at this turn of events and jumping up and down inside while p r e s e n t i n g a modest, pleased front. But what he really felt was jEaLoUs.

THE HERO OF HER LIFE!!!!!!!!!!

The i m p o s s i b i l i t y of being a Snowflake in this postwar world.

And here he was in his uniform, clutching a rose like some lovestruck schoolboy, hoping she would — what? Like him? Trust him? Not kill him on sight?

Good-bye, Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you (biiiiiiitch 🔪)

So now that loudmouth Arachne was a defender of a righteous and just land. Yes, she laid down her life taunting her tribute with a sandwich, thought Coriolanus. Maybe her gravestone could read, “Casualty of cheap laughs.”

BETTER OFF SAD THAN DEAD

Coriolanus did not want to spend the next twenty years listening to them *mockingjays* serenade the local executions.

What was he doing but dressing her up to be a pretty corpse? Perhaps she could strangle someone with the scarf, or stab them with the pin?

HIS OWN FANS HAD A LITTLE MORE CLASS (rich boy™)

The LAST TIME Sejanus had lost his appetite, he’d lost his sanity as well.

Who were all these PeOpLe hanging around on a weekday at the zoo? Didn’t they have jobs? Shouldn’t the children be in chool? No wonder the country was such a mess.

What an ugly place, he thought dully as the train chugged its way through District 9. It didn’t look fit for human habitation.

Coriolanus gave the camera a thumbs-up when they cut for his reaction. He could not believe THIS was his life.

How much bread had they wasted with this nonsense? Oh, no, he starved to death! Somebody get the bread!

CORIOLANUS SNOW, MORE LONER THAN LOVER (whatta slogan for his presidential campaign)

How awful, Coriolanus thought. To have YOU be the first person in the world a baby sees *about dr. gaul*

Why would evil incarnate help his girlfriend?

In rhetoric class, she’d once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people! But actions spoke louder than words. Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.

“Of course I liked it, but I’m more open-minded than most" (hahahaha)

Then came confusion. If she had saved his life, he owed her, what? A sandwich and two cookies? That was how he was repaying her. For his life. Which apparently he held quite cheaply.

Oh, a ghost story. Ugh. Boo. So ridiculous.

Ma? Was Coriolanus’s place about to be uSuRpEd by someone who referred to his mother as “Ma”? The cabbage and posca threatened to make a reappearance.

CANNIBALS OVER CUTTHROATS!

several people took the pained look on Coriolanus’s face as sorrow at Arachne’s death, when ironically he felt like killing her all over again.

“That was some good-bye.” Coriolanus just shrugged. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus. (GUNSHOT 💀💀💀)

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The Epilogue

Part 6 of You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader, Past! Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Walking into the sunset hand in hand has never felt so good. But when a ghost barges into your idyllic beachside paradise, it has you finally confronting feelings that you've been hiding, perhaps unknowingly, for years. But with your family around you, this? This is closure - the final stepping stone to the rest of your life. Disclaimer: Female!Reader Warnings: None! This chapter is sweet and fluffy! The content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting taglist requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story. I do my best to portray adult relationships in this fic. Please do not interact with this story if you feel you are not ready to read about these themes. Word Count: 2642 A/N: I can’t believe it, but this is it. YPSGYWSP is over. My first series, done and dusted. I love Jake and Bitsie and their love story so much! You won't blame me if you see a few one-shots added into their story here and there over the next few months, right? right? I love you all from the bottom of my heart and I want to thank you, thank anyone who's taken the time to read this story. But I especially want to thank @mayhemmanaged and @desert-fern for being my biggest cheerleaders and unapologetic Jake and Bitsie lovers as I was writing this fic. I love you both! - XOXO Star AO3: Cross-posted here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist

Birds chirp loudly in the early spring air as you lay in the sand. The sun is warm and if you could hit pause, you'd live in this moment forever. Sleep fogs your every movement as your eyes flutter closed, the tired orbs fixated on the sight of twin blond heads down by the water. Your dog is swimming easily through the waves and you can just hear your husband's voice over the rushing sigh of the water.

"Yeah buddy. Mama's right there, taking a nap." Jake's laugh always makes you feel so warm. "Yeah, it looks like Mama does need some sunscreen." His voice gets louder as he steps towards the big blanket you’re lying on, shaded by a colossal umbrella.

"Whatta you say we rub some on her?" You hide your smile at the sound of your baby's babbling and the click of the sunscreen cap, pretending to still be asleep for your son. You can't hide your squeal as the icy cold sunscreen hits your sun warmed skin, though, and you know that was your husband's intention.

"Baby, we woke Mama up! Let's rub the sunscreen into her skin and then give Mama some kisses!" You have to laugh at that, because before you can even sit up, your baby's rubbing the sunscreen into your bump clumsily, barely working the sticky lotion into your skin before he's grabbing your face in his hands and peppering your cheeks with slobbery wet kisses.

"Thanks, baby." You splutter, pulling your sunglasses off as you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch eagle-eyed as your baby plops himself on the sand within arms reach of you with a bucket and pail.

The hands that help you sit up and rub the sunscreen fully into your bump are hands that you'd know anywhere. These are the hands that have held you every day since you got married four years ago. The hands that consoled you when you lost a child. The hands that held you as you sobbed in joy when you'd finally conceived. These are the hands that held Easton when he was born, cradling his soft head with all the affection and love that his father could hold. These are also the hands that do wildly bad things to you, but well, there's a reason why you're six months pregnant and there’s a reason why you're somebody's mama.

Jake smells like the salty sea and his cologne when he pulls you into his arms.

"Hiya, Bitsie baby. M'sorry about the sunscreen. That was Easton's idea." You can feel his smile against your shoulder even as you intertwine your fingers with the hand resting over your bump.

"Sure it was, Jakey. You forget that I know you!" You're never going to get tired of the feeling of his wedding band on your skin. 

"Yeah, my Bitsie-girl, I know." His hands trail light circles over your bare stomach as you watch your toddler play in the sand together. 

"East?" Your voice is gentle as you call your son. "C'mere baby. It's sunscreen time for you too."

He's all soft cheeks and pudgy tummy still, your baby, and a part of you cannot believe that he's already 2 years old and that he's going to be a big brother in three short months. It feels like just yesterday that he was in your womb, just yesterday that you told Jake you were pregnant for the first time. Now that precious baby is standing, walking, and talking. He's his dad in miniature, except for the way he tips his head and how he acts. That's when he's your baby just as much as Jake's. You’re gentle as you massage the sunscreen over his sun-browned skin, and smile when he tips happily into your side, content to get out of the sun and sit in the shade with his mama.

At times you wake up in the morning and still feel like you ought to be on that aircraft carrier on the first night you'd ever slept in Jake's arms. It's already been six years since that day. Jake's closer to forty than thirty now and while he bemoans every gray hair, you love seeing the marks time has left on his body. There are crows feet at the sides of his eyes and smile lines carved around his dimples. You can't say you're the same as you were six years ago either. You've never quite lost the baby weight you gained with Easton and you've got the stretch marks to prove it too. With this new baby, you're not sure you'll ever get back your pre-baby physique, but you wear every tiger stripe and stretch mark with pride.

Jake's never once made you feel any less beautiful than he has since you fell in love. He loves being a dad, too. With Easton he truly shines. You know in a heartbeat he'll take back the sleepless nights with a screaming colicky baby on his chest just as readily as you will. You can't stop wondering at your life nowadays, with your son wriggling in your arms and with your husband wrapped around you.

You're so full of love that sometimes you feel like you're drowning in it. Each kiss you share with your husband. Each embrace you wrap Easton in. Each tiny fluttering kick and movement you feel from the baby in your belly. You'd say you're becoming sappy in your old age, but you're not old, not really. You still feel like that fresh faced girl who joined the Pentagon out of college. And you still feel like the wild woman who fucked Jake in a rose garden in Italy where your ex could see you. 

But things have changed over the years, even if you haven't felt the changes in yourself. For one, Jake's a captain now. He doesn't fly quite so much, which you know he hates as much as it's a balm to your soul. He's one of the flight instructors out of North Island for Top Gun and one of the most sought after pilots in the Navy. Jake comes home to you and East every night and the two of you are in domestic bliss.

Mickey ended up leaving the Navy once his contract was up. He and Ally, his wife, still live in San Diego and run a cafe together. They have three rowdy boys and one much awaited little girl. You're not mad he left the Navy, neither you nor Jake are. You're so close to the Garcias that you meet once a week for dinner. Ally even went into labor at the same party you did. Easton and Rodrigo Garcia are the same age and share the same birthday. It makes perfect sense that they're best friends. You're also godmother to Mickey's little princesa, Carmen, who is as pretty as a rosebud at three months old.

Mara finally married her girlfriend, and she's taking the Pentagon by storm. She's heading up project after high profile project and you love that she's chasing her dreams. You still talk to her all the time and you're looking forward to seeing her when she's back in San Diego. Callie and Meg Bassett are still in San Diego as well. Callie's Captain Bassett now, and runs the USS Anchorage with an iron fist. When she's deployed, you and Jake both watch out for Meg, helping out wherever you can because nobody should be alone while their significant other is deployed.

Your three story house on the beach is a constant revolving door of friends and family. Brie and Michael, her husband, stop by often, as do your parents and Lynn Seresin. Mav is always around, so much so that East calls him Grand Mav. So too are Jake’s colleagues and friends. With your life as lovely as it is, is it any wonder that you're counting your blessings every moment of every day?

It's the weight of East against your side that drags you out of your reverie. He's curled up against you, his little snuffling breaths hot against your skin.

"Hey, Jakey?" Your voice is soft as you run your fingers through your son's baby soft hair. "Our little guy's all worn out. I think it's time we got him in for a nap."

"I got him, baby. Let me help you up first?" You have to smile at the naked concern in his eyes. "I'm alright, Jake. You forget this isn't my first time pregnant. I can get up by myself."

"But you shouldn't have to, Bitsie baby. Not as long as I'm here." Conceivably, you know what Jake says is true, especially with the kiss he presses to your lips once you're somewhat stable. You could lose yourself in his kiss, in all honesty, no matter how pregnant you are, or how tired, or how sleepy. Jake's love is always going to be your baseline for anything you ever feel in your life.

When you pull away, it is to the sight of a ghost from your past standing on the beach a little ways away from you. He looks shell-shocked at the sight of you, Jake with East in his arms, and your belly protruding sweetly out in front of you. Jake's glaring the moment he sees the intruder to your otherwise idyllic family afternoon.

"Bradshaw.'' Your sigh is soft, even as you pull your sleepy son into your arms and kiss his forehead. If you know Jake, this is going to turn into a dick measuring contest of some sort.

"Seresin." Bradley looks worn and drawn and tired. "You look good."

"I am good, Bradshaw, I'm very good." You don't even have to look at your husband to know he has his shit-eating smirk on his face. 

When Jake's arms wrap around your waist, you know that he wants to show you off.

"Hi, Bradshaw." Your voice is a near whisper as you hike East up a little higher on your chest so his body isn't putting quite so much pressure on your belly.

"Bitsie. You - you look good." His smile is halfway between a smile and a frown, something that looks more like a grimace rather than a grin. 

"Thanks. I feel pretty good too, most of the time. Between being a million years pregnant and chasing around a toddler, that is." Bradley's face turns pensive at your light hearted words. The face he makes is serious enough that Jake's grabbing East from you, cuddling your son even as he gives you a worried look. You rise up on tiptoes to kiss your son's soft, pudgy cheek and peck your husband's cut jaw.

"But you don't regret a single choice you made, do you?" You're not sure why he's dredging up ancient history like this, not at all. His eyes are fixated on your left hand, where your finger still bears the ring Jake gave you so long ago.

You're not sure what possesses you to take his hands in yours, even as you ignore the piercing gaze you can feel on your back.

"What's brought this on, Bradshaw?"

"You moved on, Bitsie." His voice sounds ragged even as his chest heaves. "I don't understand how it was so easy for you. And I definitely don't understand why it was Jake you moved on with. Why Bagman?! Why him over anybody?"

"I picked Jake because he never hid how I was the most important person in his life." You stop speaking for a few seconds, waiting until the baby stops kicking your ribs to continue. "And it definitely wasn't easy for us. It was hard. Impossibly hard. At times, it felt like the entire world was against us."

You brace your hands against your lower back.

"But we made the choice, Bradley. We made the choice to pick each other each and every day. It was a conscious choice, no matter how far away we were from each other or how angry we made each other, we chose each other. Because there wasn't ever another option, not a real one. I realized pretty soon after our first argument that I would never again find a man that I could consider my best friend for as long as I loved him."

Your voice is soft as you take in the wondering look on Bradley's face.

"T-that's great." Bradley's voice is soft and a little awed, even as he looks out over the rapidly setting sun  sinking below the ocean.

"You found what my mom and dad found in each other, honey." His voice chokes on a sob even as he looks softly at you. "That's all I ever wanted, you know? I can't tell you how sorry I am. For causing you so much pain, for hurting you so badly."

You pat his shoulder softly. "The past is in the past. We can't change it, Bradley. All we can do is move on, and live. That's all you can do, live like your mom and dad would have wanted you to."

You leave him standing on the beach in front of the home you've built brick-by-brick with the love of your life.

Jake's embrace is nearly too tight when you walk through the door. "You alright, my Bitsie-girl?"

You slip your arms around his neck, melting into his kiss.

"M'fine, Jakey." Your grin is gentle as your husband drops to his knees and presses kisses against your bump. "And how's our little bit doing?" 

Your smile is soft as you cup his head. "Baby girl's kicking up a storm. Do you know if it's possible to have bruises on the inside of your rib cage?" Jake chuckles against your stomach before kissing the firm, taut skin.

"So what did he want?" You card your finger through the salt stiff strands of his hair as he stands and tugs you into his arms.

"To apologize, I think." He presses another kiss to your parted lips.

"Hmpf." His snort is a little disbelieving as he turns you around and lifts your bump a little. "Did he ask if you'd take him back?"

You tip your head back against Jake's solid, broad, and warm form. "No, Jakey. He asked how we've stayed together for so many years."

"What'd you tell him?" He sounds curious despite himself.

"I told him we're still together because we made the conscious choice to love each other every minute of every day, no matter how angry we are at each other or how annoying we find each other." You grin at the kiss Jake presses into your pulse point. "I told him that I'd found my best friend in addition to the love of my life. I told him that's all I need. That you’re all I’d ever need."

Your voice is soft as you turn in your husband's arms and kiss him gently. "I told him I didn't regret a single thing. Because everything that happened with him? All the pain? All the sorrow? It brought me the best things in my life. You, Easton, and this beautiful little baby girl, snug and warm in my womb, growing to the beat of my heart. With the three of you in my life, how could I regret a single thing?"

"I love you, my Bitsie-girl."

"I love you too, Jake. More than my life itself." 

Sometimes, people play stupid games and win stupid prizes. But those terrible decisions are what showed you your own worth. The consequences of those games are what made you realize that you're not a game to lose. You're the prize to win, and Jake will never let you forget that. It's all you could ever ask for. Your love story may not have been the most conventional, but who needs conventional when they could have happily ever after?

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DAY 8: TIT FUCKING FT. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

WORD COUNT: 659

WARNINGS: NIPPLE PLAY / SPIT / THROAT FUCKING W/ FINGERS / FINGER SUCKING / TIT FUCKING / FINGERING / CUMMING ON YOUR CHEST & FACE / CUM EATING

drool dripped from your mouth while you stared up at the bulking redhead. eijirou was stroking his cock slowly, watching as you knead your wet tits, pinching and pulling on your hardened nipples while you eagerly waited for his command. he loved seeing you on your knees for him, so obedient and pliant. thoughts wild thinking of how wet your pussy must be already.

cock twitching as you looked up at him through your lashes while you bent your head, taking one of your nipples in your mouth and sucking on it, the sight nearly making him cum. sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pats his lap beckoning you over as you crawl towards him, settling between his wide legs, pressing your tits against his throbbing erection. 

calloused hands groping your chest while he leans over you, “open wide for me, baby”. leaning your head back to obediently follow his orders, sticking your tongue out for him. puckering his lips, he spits a thick, long blob of saliva right on your tongue. collecting his precum with his fingers as he shoves three fingers down your throat, his pre mixing with his saliva and yours as he thrusts his digits in and out of your mouth. “suck ‘em”, latching your lips around his fingers as you suck his digits clean, swirling your tongue around them before detaching with a wet pop. “swallow for me, princess”, gulping down the thick liquids as you open your mouth again to show him. 

a toothy grin plastered on his face, pulling you in for a kiss while he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. straddling your sides, resting his cock in between your breasts while you squish them together. spitting on his shaft as he starts thrusting, the contrast of your soft, plump mounds with his hard, rigid cock pulling a gasp from both of you. picking up the pace as you pressed your tits tighter around his length, making him hiss in pleasure. the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room as he fucked your chest faster. leaning down to lick his mushroom head whenever it peeked from between your boobs. 

eijirou reached behind him to finger your cunt, grunting once he felt how messy you were down there. pussy dripping with slick as he collected your fluids with his digits, dragging them up and down your folds before shoving his fingers inside you. thrusting them in and out at a rapid pace as he pressed hard circles on your clit with his thumb. the action making you tremble under him as he builds your orgasm quickly. 

the sound of your moans and the squelch of your pussy sending him over the edge. thick, white ropes of cum shooting up and splattering on your face, eagerly opening your mouth to catch them on your tongue, the warm, salty taste of him making you reach your climax, cumming around his digits. your release gushing on his palm as he slows down his thrusts. collecting your fluids with his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to taste you. moaning around his digits while he stares down at you, leaning back to see the mess he made, already missing the warmth of your tits around him. 

your fingers scooping up his cum from your chest and popping it in your mouth, repeating the action until no more of his cum was left on your skin. face still glistening with cum as he leans down to kiss you, fingers picking up some streak of cum still left on your cheeks and bringing it to your lips, keenly sucking on his finger. 

looking down at you while he strokes your hair behind your ear, pulling you in for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate before whispering against your lips with a mischievous grin, “whatta’ you say baby, round two?”, returning his smile as you nod back at him.

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