#who were laughing at me n teasing me for my spaghetti arms by the way

[inkykeiji]

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[negansfavlucille01]

THE NEW WIFE

Negan × f!reader

Summary: Negan and the reader were having a "romantic" dinner in his office, leading to Negan's bedroom

Warnings: Spanking, Unprotected p in v, choking, rough sex, swearing, creampie, squirting, shitty smut, negan missing reader's birthday

Word count: 1,5K

After the lineup, Negan took Y/N with him back to the Sanctuary with the intention of making her his wife. He knew she was young, of course, but she wasn't a kid anymore. Wanting to make it easier on the group, she went with him, even tho she hated his guts. Well, of course, who wouldn't after what he did? It took a few weeks to get her to relax and open up. Still hesitant, she always backed away when he got too close. Anyhow, slowly, she started developing feelings for him. It was wrong. She knew that. But he was so handsome and charming. And he knew that, so he used it against her.

Finally, she gave in and became his wife. At first, it was weird. She was still backing away and not letting him touch her. But he wanted her so bad. So bad that he was willing to wait for her to come around. He often invited her to dinners in his room or just something to do to get her to lose up. Sometimes, she refused, and sometimes, more rarely, she accepted.

"So, how old? Exactly." He asked as he ate from his spaghetti.

They were sitting in his office, on the big table. Negan made sure to get the best wine on his last supply run, so here they were, eating the spaghetti he made and drinking the wine. She was sitting on the opposite of him, looking at her plate. Then, she lifted her head. "Your mom never taught you that you should never fucking ask women for their age?"

"She did. But, cmon..." He grinned, sipping from his glass.

"Turned 20 yesterday."

He choked on the wine, his eyes widening. Slowly reaching for the tissue placed next to his plate and wiping his face, he spoke lowly. "You didn't tell me. Why? I didn't wanna fucking miss it!"

"Well, I thought you'd know your wife's birthday..." She laughed, clearly teasing him. "But when you got so many wives, you probably can't keep up."

He gave her an arrogant smile, setting his glass back on the table. "Wow, I didn't know you were this funny!"

"Why, thank you. But for real, maybe if you were focusing on what I was telling you instead of always staring at my tits and looking for a way to get me in your bed, you would've known." She shrugged.

His eye narrowed, and he looked away for a second. He adjusted in his seat. "I listened to every damn word you said, Y/N. And I know you never told me your birthday."

"Right... And did you remember it?"

"Uh-huh. Your dad left when you were 3, and your mom died the first day of the apocalypse. You were left with Daryl and Merle. I know what school you went to. I know your best friend's name. I know whatever you told me. And it's bad to assume I'm in just for the sex."

"You're telling me what's bad?"

"Yes, I am. I thought we were over this."

"Fine.." She crossed her arms and looked at her lap as he scoffed. "So.. how old are you?"

"47."

"You look older." She laughed.

He glared at her, then kicked her under the table. Y/N bit her lip to not make any noises. "Thank you. And you look 6. Act like it, too..."

"Fuck you." She spat at him, her eyes narrowing.

Negan stayed quiet, wondering if he should say what came to his mind. He licked his lips, and spoke after a short moment. "You wanna?"

"... Maybe." She mumbled under her nose. Negan stood up and walked around the table, getting to her. When he did, he ran his fingertips on her bare shoulder in the dress she was wearing. He leaned down, whispering in her ear.

"You should've just said so..." He kissed gently under her ear and chuckled. "Let's go."

She turned around in the chair, facing him. "Where?"

"WhErE?" He mocked her and chuckled. Taking her hand, he urged her to stand up. "My room, of course..."

She followed, his hand in hers. They walked out of the meeting room and down the hallway until Negan opened his room's door. The room was decent. Luxury for the apocalypse. King-sized bed and two leather couches, in between them a table.

"Should've known..." She smiled at him. "That you have all the luxury..."

"Yeah, well, what can I say..." He grinned as he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. His eyes wandered on hers for a minute before he pressed his lips on hers. Soft moans escaped her mouth as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt her feet leaving the ground and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. His groin pressed against her wetness and they both groaned. Negan crawled on the bed with her and laid her down. He stood on his knees and reached to remove his boots. "You have no idea what you got yourself in.."

Y/N kicked off her heels as Negan threw his leather jacked on the floor. He then leaned over her again and grabbed her jaw, kissing her roughly. Her hand slid down his body until it reached his erection and squeezed it gently. He grunted in her mouth and pulled away, smirking. "Just curious..."

"Right..." Negan pulled the dress off with one quick motion. He licked his lip as he stared at her body in the white lace bra with blue flowers on it, which matched with her panties. "That's just fucking slutty, baby.."

"Shut up."

“Never.” He mumbles against her neck between kisses, his hands trailing over her breast over the bra, feeling the warmth of her body against him. He moves his mouth back up to hers and kisses her passionately again, nipping gently on her bottom lip with his teeth.

"You're an ass." He smiles before his lips leave her mouth and move to her stomach, planting kisses up and down it, his soft lips on her skin, his beard tickling her occasionally as well. He moves back up to her face and smiles down at her and rests his hands on her ass, gently rubbing it with his thumbs. "No, please, I need you."

Her desperate whines sent him over the edge and he quickly unbuckled his belt, sliding down his pants along with his boxers. It was big. Huge, even. Her mouth dropped open and she drooled. It was super hard, the tip red and swollen. Thick veins running down his shaft. "Wow.."

"Surprised?"

"I always knew you were packing, but.." He chuckled as she started stroking it. Her touch was all he needed for the pre-cum to drip out. He grabbed her harshly and turned her over, settling her on all fours. Without a warning, he slammed in her, making her scream out.

"What, that feel good?" He smirked arrogantly and started pounding her from behind. His balls slapped against her clit as she moaned. Reaching out, Negan wrapped his fingers around her throat, gripping hard. Y/N's eyes filled with tears when she couldn't take a breath. With each thrust, there was a groan coming from Negan and a scream from Y/N. A harsh slap landed on her right butt cheek. "I asked you a question."

"Yes! God, yes.. It does feel good...!" She whined. Negan's thrusts didn't slow down, if anything, they got faster. "Negan... I can't.. breathe.."

He released her, showing some mercy. Her walls clenched around his cock, making him lose his mind. The feeling of her was spongy and tight like no other pussy. Reaching over, he rubbed her clit roughly with his thumb while his middle and ring finger went to her pussy, adding to his cock like it wasn't big enough. "You're gonna cum all over my cock like a good little fuckin whore?"

"Yes." She whined.

"Say it." He grunted, keeping up his fast pounding. He looked down, seeing her ass juggle and bounce with each move he made. It was already red, put he decided to add another smack just for his pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum all over you cock like a good little fuckin slut.." She barely managed to finish before squirting all over his cock and fingers. He started moving his fingers in rhythm with his cock even after she came. His cock throbbed hard and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hot seed burst into her dripping cunt, make it his. She looked over her shoulder, seeing him with his head thrown back, his mouth slightly open and his eyes shut. The moans coming from his mouth were the hottest she'd ever heard.

He dropped beside her, breathing heavily as she barely managed to turn on her back. "Goddamn, that pussy is my new favorite.."

"Bet you say that to all of your wives." She stared at the ceiling.

"You'd be surprised then.." Negan took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. "You see... I was thinking about dropping them for you..."

[retrolvr4]

I’d Fix It If I Could

Darry Curtis x Female Reader

Pt 1

Warnings- Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, reader has female anatomy, praise, orgasm denial if you squint

A/n- you don’t have to read the first part to understand the second! Thank you all so much for all the support on my previous fic’s, I appreciate it so much 💗 Hope you enjoy this one!

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You had fixed Dinner for Soda, Pony, Darry and yourself. The rest of the boys having gone off to other places for nightly activities. 

“I know a hot meal probably isnt ideal considering the circumstances but I hope you boys still like it” you said as you set down plates of spaghetti in front of the boys. 

“Dont worry your pretty little head, this looks delicious, thank you for making dinner darling” Darry said to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Resulting in a ‘yuck’ from Pony and Soda. 

You were grateful he allowed himself to sit down and let you make and serve dinner. He was always working or busy with something and you enjoyed being able to help out. 

“Y/n it looks real good and i'm always starving after work” Soda complemented 

“Yeah y/n, I've been wantin’ spaghetti real bad, thanks for makin’ it for me” Pony gushed 

You laughed and thanked them all for the praises on the simple dish. 

The four of you sat down for dinner, Pony talking about the latest book he’d read, Soda talking about weird customers he ran into all while Darry watched you adoringly, he loved how good you got along with Pony and Soda and how much you cared for them. Always asking about their days and laughing at their stories, comforting them if something went awry, and threatening to beat up guys double your size if you heard they hurt Pony. 

After the four of you had eaten, Pony and Soda headed to their rooms while you and Darry cleaned up dinner. Darry was washing the dishes while you cleaned off plates from the table. 

“I never knew a man could look so hot washing dishes” you giggled, slightly mesmerized by Darry’s biceps and his muscular figure he had built from the long days spent at work. You set the dishes down in the sink then wrapped your arms around Darry’s waist from behind, you slowly began to press gentle kisses on to his back, working your way up to his shoulder blades. 

“Doll you can’t keep teasin’ me like this” he groaned “I’m not gonna make it if you keep getting me all worked up” You felt him shiver 

“What if I want you to be all worked up” you whispered back 

“Well thankfully all the dishes are clean” He replied drying his hands off with a towel 

“But don’t they need dried and put away” you teased, continuing to work slow kisses along his shoulder. 

Darry turned himself around so he was now facing you, you laid your head on his chest and were now hugging his waist. He held the back of your head with his hands, playing with your hair and massaging your scalp. You sighed contentedly at his actions, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to be engulfed in his scent. 

You heard the creak of a door opening then the padding of footsteps down the hall. You turned your head to face who you heard, not leaving Darry’s arms. You saw Soda giving you an amused look and Pony standing behind him with a teasing grossed out face. 

“I’m gonna go meet with Steve, there’s some party he wants to go to tonight, I probably won’t be back till late” Soda told you and Darry

“And I wanna go to the drive in, I told Johnny I’d meet him there, I’ll probably be home late too” Pony chimed in

“Alright, just be safe and I’ll tan both of your hides if you're not back home by the time I’m up tomorrow morning” Darry threatened, only half kidding. 

You left Darry’s embrace to give Soda and Pony quick hugs “have fun, and call if you need anything” You said to them, both of them leaving soon after. 

“We got lucky” you smiled, heading back over to Darry “got the house all to ourselves” 

“Exactly what we needed sweet thing” Darry cooed, he picked you up, holding on tightly to your waist. Seconds later his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. He moved you over to set you down on the counter, still kissing you needily. 

He moved his hands down to your thighs running his fingers along them as he began to kiss down your neck and onto your collar bone. 

“Been needing you so bad” he muttered between kisses, small whimpers coming from you. You worked your hands through his hair, pulling on the strands when he would suck and gently bite on your skin. 

“Youre gonna leave marks” you said softly, not opposed to the idea but wanting to make sure he knew. 

“I want to honey” he replied, looking up at you with big eyes “want you to think about me when you see em’” 

Your stomach flipped at the sight of him, the lustful look in his eyes, the small smirk that played on his face, as you felt him gently running his hands along your thighs and hips. 

“Darry I need you” you whimpered out. 

Darry quickly picked you back up and carried you down the hall to his room, softly setting you down on his bed. He climbed on top of you and tugged your tank top over your head, his lips back on yours in an instant. He unclasped your bra with ease, throwing it to the side. 

He pulled back from you to admire your figure “You’re so beautiful my sweet girl” he praised

You blushed at his complements and pulled him back into you, kissing him slowly and sweetly, in contrast to the fast pace that had previously been set. 

You tangled your hands into his hair and he moved one of his hands to your breast, he cupped it then gently began toying with your nipple, slowly rubbing circles and lightly pinching. The sensation made you moan softly and he groaned at the noises you were producing. 

You began to play with the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up, hinting at what you were wanting. 

“Words baby” he said, noticing your actions

“Can I take your shirt off?” you shyly asked him 

“course you can” he replied sweetly

You lifted his shirt over his head, admiring his toned figure for a moment before you crawled into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, and began kissing his neck, moving your way down to his collarbone. His quick breaths and grunts had you pooling with arousal, you felt his erection on your thigh so you knew you werent the only one getting worked up. 

He began to toy with your waistband, “love when you wear these shorts, they look so beautiful on you” he groaned out, you hummed in response. 

“can I take em’ off?” he asked you sweetly 

“Yes, please honey” you said eagerly, and he moved you onto your back, shimmying the shorts down your soft legs. 

Darry hovered over you for a moment before leaning down to give you a loving kiss, then working his way down your body, kissing every part of you. He stopped just below your belly button. Looking up at you with loving eyes “this okay?” 

You nodded quickly, desperately needing him closer to where you desired him most. 

He pulled your undies down and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen clit. He quickly licked up the arousal that had been forming “so wet for me” he muttered, tongue diving between your folds. 

He slowly pushed two fingers into you, you groaned at the sensation and grabbed onto his hair, it had once been cleanly slicked back but you had made a mess of it by now. 

You felt a sensation building in your stomach as Darry worked his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the soft spongy spot inside of you. 

Just as he was about to push you over the edge he quickly pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact and he shushed you.

“Can you wait a little bit for me baby? You’re doing so good” he cooed 

You groaned but agreed to his request.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down along with his underwear. 

You nearly drooled at the sight in front of you, Darry was hard and throbbing and the look in his eyes told you he desperately needed you. 

He moved so he was hovering over you, your gaze met his and you gave him a nod to signal that you were ready. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push into you. 

You gasped at the sensation, pressure building as your body tried to adjust to his size. 

“Youre doing so good for me” Darry praised “you okay honey?” he asked, wanting to know before he pushed further into you. You nodded and he pushed into you the rest of the way. You were completely filled with him and he groaned at the pressure of your walls clinging to him. 

He began to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first but your whines of pleasure encouraged him to move quicker. He moved his face into the crook of your neck in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle his moans. You were a mess underneath him, moaning at the sensation with each move of his hips, you were frantically grabbing him anywhere you could, squeezing his biceps, scratching his back, tugging on his hair, any kind of contact you could get with him. 

“Fuck” Darry groaned “feel so good doll” he managed to get out between heavy breathes. 

You felt your orgasm approaching as pressure built in your stomach. 

“I’m so close Dare” you cried out. He quickly moved his lips to yours, swallowing your moans, he continued to thrust into you, hitting the perfect spot every time. 

You sloppily kissed him as you felt your release nearing, one of your hands holding on to the side of his face while the other tugged on his hair. He held tightly onto your hips holding you in place as he fucked you. He felt you clenching around him knowing he was nearing his release as well. 

“It’s okay baby” He cooed to you, signaling to you to allow yourself to release all the pressure that had been building. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts you were pushed over the edge, the pressure releasing as you were thrown into pure bliss. When Darry felt your walls clench around him he was soon releasing inside of you. Groaning as the two of you rode out your highs together. 

When you had caught your breath, you kissed him on the forehead, he was a sweaty mess but he looked so handsome. Both of you whispered ‘I love you’s’ and Darry praised “you did so good, you're so beautiful” 

After sweet kisses and giggles Darry stood up to go run a bath for you. You whined at the loss of his contact “I’m just gonna start a bath so I can get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back” he said with a small laugh.

You sat up and threw Darry’s previously discarded shirt on to cover up your exposed body. 

Darry was back seconds later as he had said and he raised his eyebrows at you wearing his shirt “practically swimming in that thing” he chuckled as he moved towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. He wrapped his arms under your legs and back and picked you up to carry you to the bathroom. 

“Darry I can walk” you said with a teasing attitude

“Nope, you're getting carried” He responded and kissed your forehead. 

Darry set you down on the countertop in the bathroom and helped you pull the shirt off, he then picked you up and set you back down in the bath, now filled with warm water. 

He helped you wash your body, massaging and scratching your back in the process. 

After you were cleaned up he’d given you a clean shirt of his per your request, you told him it was still too hot to put your pajamas on and you batted your eyes at him as you asked if you could just wear one of his shirts to bed. He agreed of course, knowing he couldn't say no to you especially when you looked at him like that. 

Both of you laid down in bed, worn out from your previous activities. Darry placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles along your hip as the two of you fell asleep. 

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[intoanotherworld23]

Let’s Go For A Ride

Pairing: Female reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, whole one shot is pure sex and smut, there’s sex in a car, public sex, smidgen of spanking, loads of kissing, jealous Javier, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words

Summary: Javier loves the way you look in your dress, and his car is the perfect place to show you just how much

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"Be quiet baby not too loud. Don't want anyone to hear us now do you?" His question what rhetorical in fact he did want you to be loud so someone did hear what he was doing to you.

Legs on either side of Javier’s hips your hands placed on the leather head rest behind him. Your dress bunched up around your waist panties pulled to the side as you rode Javier’s cock. His hands on your hips holding onto you.

"Could spend my entire life inside of you cariño." He growled into your ear your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Javier loved the dress that you were wearing admiring how it fit around your body. The other men in the room loved it too including agent Murphy who was drooling once he saw you. Something boiled inside of him, and he couldn’t hold himself back any more.

Plus Javier has always wanted to have sex in his car. The parking lot was basically dead so he took the opportunity while he had it. Dragging your body to his car, and practically threw you on top of him.

"I wish you could admire my view right now it’s fucking stunning." He breathed out the last two words like he was almost struggling to say them.

His strong hands gripping your hips squeezing the flesh between his fingers. He would look up from your face to your connecting bodies watching as his cock was disappearing inside of you.

Your backside hitting the horn making it go off causing you two to laugh. Covering a hand over your mouth when your laughter turned into loud moans.

Not even bothering to stop any of your movements not really caring if anyone say you riding Javier. If anything it really excited you if someone caught you and stood watching, and got turned on.

“Nobody can fuck you like me baby.” Leaning his head back to look into your eyes.

A possessive look drew on his face, and it ignited something over you. The thought of him becoming super jealous over someone else touching made your body hot. He wasn’t that type of guy, but the longer he’s been with you the more envious he became.

Moving your hips up and down sliding along his cock as fast as you could. His hands guiding your hips up and down on him. Your walls squeezing around his cock making him groan.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck you in my car knowing anyone could see." He teased you as he squeezed your sides making you giggle at his playful tone.

“You know what I think?” He asked with a smack against your ass cheek. “I think you want someone to see us.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong in that response. Judging by the look on your face he knew he had hit the bullseye. Smirking like someone who had won an argument, and loved being right.

Both of you staring into each other's eyes making it a more hot moment. He wanted to watch your face as you came undone on his cock. Your facial expressions alone turning him on. The car windows fogging up. Your hand pressed up against it making a print.

The spaghetti strap of your dress sliding down your arm too lazy to pull it back up. If anything Javier pulled it down more along with the strap of your bra.  His eyes becoming darker as he watched your breasts pop out.

"God you drive me wild Y/N." His voice strained almost like he was holding back.

His lips attached themselves so your nipple sucking on the nub while he was pounding his cock up into you intensifying the feeling. Your entire body shaking as you felt your skin burning with euphoria.

"Oh god Javi." You whined feeling your legs already getting tired and shaky from riding him.

Hearing you whine his name gave him the go to drive  his hips up wildly into you. Your whole body was shaking and moving along with him. His cock fitting so snug inside you like it was made for you. 

“I love when you cry out my name.” Pressing his face into your collarbone.

Your head reeled back in ecstasy hands clawing at the leather seats. Your arousal was coating his cock making it easier for him to slide in and out of you. Plus it made a squishing sound that vibrated against your ears. Your cheeks feeling like they were on fire, but Javier loved every sound your body made.

His lips left your nipple and moved up towards your neck kissing the flesh. Sucking on the skin making blood rise to the surface marking his territory. Javier was a sucker for marking what was his, but they were marks for his eyes only. He secretly loved it though if you showed it off without even realizing it.

The scruff of his mustache scratching against your neck making a shiver run up your spine. Warm hands constantly touching your body like a warm blanket was being wrapped around your body.

“Can feel that tight little cunt squeezing me.” Growling as you clenching down around him just as he said that.

You were starting to feel overwhelmed and incredibly flushed. In this moment all you felt was Javier and no matter how many times you guys had sex you could never get used to the feeling of his cock.

There was nobody else that could quite compare to Javier. He was passionate and sensual when he needed to be, but he was rough and kinky as well. Javier played all his cards whenever it came to anything in the bedroom. He always wanted to try new things.

His cock hit your sweet spot making you scream. Finding that spot he was relentless and continued to hit it over and over again. His hands gripped onto your hips so hard they would probably bruise.

"God I love your cock Javi." You mewled closing your eyes. "Keep going right there baby."

"I wanna feel you cum all over my cock baby." He snarled into your skin holding your body even closer to his trying to hit up into an angle that would have you seeing stars.

Your toes were curling and you could feel your pussy walls squeezing the life out of his cock as you released. Slumping your body down on top of him as Javier took over.

Feeling his mouth envelop your shoulder as he softly bit down making you wince. A couple more thrusts and Javier was squirting his cum inside you. Your head leaned down on to his shoulder trying to catch your breath.

Javier’s forehead was drenched in sweat and his arms were lightly shaking still holding your trembling body. Both of you still trying to come down from your intense high.

“That was fucking incredible.” Stating out of breath making him chuckle.

“Our best yet.” He responded giving you little kisses along your arm.

“I guess practice does make perfect.” Running your hand through his wet hair.

Pushing your head back you both looked at each other and just bursted out laughing. The mere fact you two just had hot sex in his car, and the fact someone could have caught you. Neither of you were ashamed or embarrassed though.

Javier was always hot for you, and quite frankly he didn't care if anyone caught you. He’d just make them watch and make them wish they could have you.

"From now on we are having sex in my car." He joked playfully swatting his chest.

“Well what about my car?” Grinning widely at that suggestion.

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[gothic-thoughts]

Late

Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Yakuza Boss'sGF AU, Drabble

CW: Nanami not being punctual (unheard of, but roll wit it)

I tap my foot rapidly in the elevator, constantly looking down at my watch. Come on, come on; I thought this was an express elevator. She's going to kill me. The elevator finally dings on the 14th floor and I practically push the slow-opening doors apart before jogging down the hall to my girlfriend's apartment. I rummage through my pocket, looking for my copy of her house key.

I finally open the door and stop in my tracks to see (Y/n) in the kitchen area, sitting on her counter with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. One leg was crossed over the other, the position rolling the hem of the azure dress up her thick thigh but her crossed legs tease me from seeing anything more.

"Sweetness, I'm--"

"Late? Yeah, noticed."

"I'm so sorry, angel." I turn to lock the door then slowly walk over to her, loosening my tie, "I meant to call but my phone died."

"Uh-huh."

"I was...in a car chase?"

"Mhm."

"And my charger was in the backseat...?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Next to a lit stick of dynamite...?"

(Y/n)'s legs paused their swaying as she processed my words before filling the tension with gasps as she laughed. I laugh with her as I toss my tie onto the couch in passing. I stop when I'm standing in front of her and between her knees she drapes her arms over my shoulders, acrylics grazing my undercut softly.

"So you're a spy now?"

"I could be recruited some day, you never know."

"You're a crime boss."

"Who said I'd be a good guy, don't put down my dreams."

She chuckles, "Your spy dreams?"

"I have the skills."

"And the bloodlust."

"And the bloodlust, exactly."

"Well, I ate dinner already, Mr. 007."

"Heh, I'll buy snacks for us then."

"Right, the same take out you ordered last time you were late for our date night, or were you thinkin' something different?"

"Oi, gomene(sorry)." I unbutton the first three buttons on my shirt, "I'll make it up to you."

"And that's 4th time you've said that this month."

"I know, I know; but do I not mean it every time?"

"Hmm.."

I sigh, leaning down to kiss her lips, hearing her soft moan as I slide my tongue into her lips. My hands slide up her smooth skin, making the hair raise sliding the indigo spaghetti straps off of her shoulders. Wrapping her legs around my waist, firmly holding her thighs at my hips.

"You know...I wouldn't have to race all the way up a building if you just lived with me."

"Nah, I like having my own place." She presses more lipstick on me with another kiss, "Just in case, you know, my 'secret agent' dies or something."

I chuckle, "You know I don't die, I've got too much work to do."

"Still, I like having my own place."

"Now, what if I bought this place...then you'd be in my place."

"You're not buying my apartment building."

I laugh, breath ghosting her lips as I lean in for another kiss, "Make me an offer."

"How about you use a piece of that wallet and get a bunch of snacks?"

"You're still hungry after eating our dinner?"

"You mean, my dinner and not really but I'm tryna watch movies and spend time with my man; is that okay?"

[schoenpepper]

Happier (Ed Sheeran)

Intro: You were a mistake he'd made once upon a time.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, reader goes to therapy, bad bad thoughts like im sorry, kinda depressing

A/N: Last one of the stock. Pretty sure this is the shortest one I've made so far.

Masterlist

Walking down 29th and Park

I saw you in another's arms

Only a month we've been apart

You look happier

It's years past your NRC days when you see Jack again. Slightly taller, more mature, and happier than you'd ever seen him before. With someone you'd never seen before. You shrink back into the booth of your table and watch as the wolf beastman takes a seat nearby, close enough that you can see them, but angled in a way that makes it harder for them to see you. You don't want to watch them, you don't want to trap yourself in the ever growing forest of misery you'd planted since the day you left him. You want to eat your dinner in peace, alone. But the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles shoots you with the same arrow you'd gotten hit by far too long ago.

And again, you see him.

The him who gave you flowers every other day and opened every door for you. The him who loved running with you and listening to you rant about whatever caught your eye. The him that loved you.

The him that was yours.

He's not anymore. But you still vividly recall when he was. The person you shattered in your clueless teenage years is pieced together into someone you don't know anymore but still recognize.

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said somethin' to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah, you look happier, you do

Jack looks at you with a shy smile, hands gently holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "For you. I like you, Y/N."

You take the flowers with a soft giggle and push yourself on your tiptoes in order to kiss his cheek. You're sure you're blushing as hard as he is, if not harder. "Thank you, Jack. I like you too." Your words push the pressure off his shoulders and his smile widens. Neither of you have really had romantic relationships before, but you think you can work it out with him.

He offers to take you out on your very first date to the movies. You two choose a stupid romcom filled to the brim with misunderstandings that eventually led to the leads breaking up at the end.

If only you'd know then.

You take him to your favorite place afterwards for dinner. He orders your favorite pasta dish and you try something new on the menu recommended by your waiter. You tease him to try that spaghetti scene from the movie, but the pasta breaks before you two can kiss. You laugh it off and finish dinner. It's raining really heavily when you two need to get back to campus, but Jack, ever the gentleman, gives you his coat to use as an umbrella and you run back to the castle soaking wet because of course his coat couldn't ward it all off. But you smile, and he smiles back, and you leave him with one final kiss before heading to your respective mirrors.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain't nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal, baby

If you're movin' on with someone new

"You guys look great together!"

"Oh this is insane, why did you get someone before I di—ow Deuce, what the fuck?"

"Don't mind him, Y/N, we're all very happy for you guys."

"I've always known something was up with the both of you!"

You take your friends' words as congratulations, shyly holding onto Jack's hand while you blush. "Thanks, guys."

Jack nods with a grin, the same soft blush covering his cheeks. "Yeah, I think we'll be very happy together. I've liked them for a long time now, so I'm glad our friends think we fit well together."

"To Jack and Y/N!" Epel raises his glass of apple cider. The rest of the group follow suit.

"To Jack and Y/N!"

'Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I'll feel it too

And until then I'll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Inky black thoughts crawled through your skin and into your veins; your bloodstream is self-made venom that wants nothing but to end you in your own mind. You hear the words whispered about you in every corner, but when you look, there's no one there. There is no monster sulking in the darkness except for you.

It's all you.

It was always you.

You look at yourself in the mirror and think about every other person that attends this school. Who are you compared to them? When they're all so powerful and amazing, where does that leave you?

"Y/N, are you okay in there?"

You rinse your face with water, hoping it masks your tears. The water doesn't hide your reddened eyes and nose, so you keep the door locked. "Jack! I'm fine, just need a sec. Go ahead without me."

When you're spiraling down into the abyss, you shouldn't bring your lover with you.

But if he holds out his hand to you, can you trust yourself not to pull him down?

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything's reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle

And telling myself you're happier, aren't you?

"I don't know Jack, I'm tired! I'm done!" You sob, scream, right where he pulls you impossibly close against his chest. Your hands ball into fists that weakly hit him. Your tears soak through his shirt. He takes all of it in stride. He's always so calm, isn't he? Even as you're dying and eating yourself up from the inside, he's always there to help you.

Why are you such a burden?

"It's okay."

It's not okay. You know that. He knows that. Neither of you can accept it. He runs his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. It doesn't work.

"We'll get through this."

Why is he always putting himself aside for you? You know you're making him miserable, but you can't help it anymore. You're just so selfish, aren't you? It's always about your problems. Have you never stopped to think about his?

"We can make it together."

Will you? You feel him slipping through your fingers. You're just weighing him down, everybody else too. Maybe if you were actually competent, he wouldn't be hurting like this, wouldn't have to always comfort you and kiss you and hug you and make sure you're alright.

"I love you."

You love him too.

But what if it isn't enough anymore?

(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

Oh, ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

But ain't nobody need you like I do (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

I know that there's others that deserve you (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

But my darlin', I am still in love with you

"I'm sorry, Jack."

You are.

"I love you."

You do.

So why is it that every word that comes from your lips feels like it cut through your throat and spilled blood? You're crying, why are you crying? You're the one hurting him. You're the one abandoning him. It's you, you're the problem. It was always your fault, never his. He's been nothing but kind and patient and understanding and you've always been such a chore. Jack Howl is a person who should end up with someone whole. Someone who had crystalline fractures at worst.

You. You've already cracked into shards. His hands bleed when they touch what you are now.

"Y/N, we can still fix this."

You shake your head.

You repeat your spiel.

You run away to avoid seeing his tears; the first ones you've ever seen him shed.

You love him too much to keep hurting him.

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I'll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

"What else do you feel?"

"Hatred."

"You hate him?"

You laugh. You're comfortably laid down on the soft couch, fiddling with your fingers. You glance at the middle aged woman taking notes on a clipboard. "No. I hate myself."

"And why is that?"

"Because I hurt him."

"How did you hurt him?"

This woman is starting to get on your nerves. You take a deep breath and remember the thaumarks you used to secure this session. You remember the faces of your friends who pushed you here. You remember Jack saying he wished the best for you even after you broke his heart. You need to do this. If not for yourself, for the people that matter.

"I pushed him away." You say. "I screamed and I cried and I broke up with him."

"Do you regret it?"

The familiar feeling of tears streaming down your cheeks makes you laugh again.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I would have only hurt him more."

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

You hide yourself behind the menu even when you know he doesn't see you. You don't think he'd even recognize you. But you hide, because even after all this time, you're ashamed of how you left him.

But you watch him, like in a hypnotic trance.

He and the person he's with finish dinner. You poke at your plate and think it's nice.

He's smiling.

He looks so happy.

Jack kneels on one knee next to the person he's with. Your heart hammers in your chest before swiftly dying, snuffed out like a candle. He pulls out a small box and a pretty ring and you're reminded of everything you could have been if you just knew how to take the hand he'd always offered.

Maybe now it would have been you with the ring and the fancy dinner instead of—

No. Don't think like this.

Jack couldn't have helped you the way you think he could have. You couldn't love someone when you despised yourself so much.

He couldn't have fixed you.

'Cause baby, you look happier, you do

I knew one day you'd fall for someone new

But if he breaks your heart like lovers do

Just know that I'll be waitin' here for you

You stand up and leave.

You think he catches your eye for one moment. You don't hesitate to keep walking. Tears blur your vision as you head back to your car. You sit there for a moment to collect yourself.

You shake every thought out of your head.

You loved him.

(You love him.)

You can't love him anymore. Not when he's moved on, and happy, and he no longer needs to pick up the pieces when you break every single time. You can't bloody his hands forever.

He's better off without you. 

[mayflysdie]

Pub drama-Soap Mactavish

{Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, language}

~Soap accompanies you to a pub, where you're celebrating your friends birthday.

A/N: a friend req this so here we are. ( I feel like all I've done is Angsty fics, where the MC always gets in trouble. but that will change soon)

we gathered at a local pub for my friends birthday, we sit at a booth, eagerly awaiting the arrival of everyone. i stare at Soap, his fashionable ensemble – black jeans and a grey t-shirt. On the other hand, I have chosen to adorn a dainty black silk spaghetti strap dress with a subtle slit running up the side till reaching just beyond my hip. my wavy black hair tied into a messy bun atop my head. “hm, if i didn't know any better lass, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me” Soap says, barely loud enough to hear over the thundering music. 

i laugh, shaking my head. “You say that daily. i could be wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater and you would still ask that question". He chuckles, leaning back into the booth, never averting his eyes from my form. The dancing lights in the background illuminating his gaze and providing me with a captivating visage.

My heart is filled with joy as I look at the man I adore. "I love you, you goofball," I say with a grin, watching as he sends me a wink in response. I'm about to tease him some more when I notice my girls walking towards us. Quickly, I stand up and embrace the birthday girl, a huge smile on my face. “Happy birthday vinnie!” i all but shout in her ear. which is probably another reason me and Soap get along so well- we’re both loud. she giggles in response, hugging me.

she pulls away and almost instantly drags us to the bar, the other girls following close behind. “shots! seven trays please, none of these bitches are walking out sober”she shouts at the bartender, who laughs at her display. i roll my eyes, not entirely wanting to get drunk but heck it, Soap is with me. 

i cast a glance his way, noting how his eyes were already glued to me.I smile and give a swift twist of the head when the trays, carrying six shots each as well as the additional martini's my companion requested, are placed in front of us. “ to Vinnie!” we chant before taking the shots. i nearly cough from the burn, wiping my mouth of the alcohol dripping down my chin. i smile sheepishly at Vinnie, who laughs at me. 

four hours in and i can barely form a thought, dancing with Vinnie on the dance floor. the rest of the girls tapped out an hour ago, saying they felt the building spin in the universe. 

“hey, i gotta pee” Vinnie slurs, grabbing my hand and making for the ladies room. i wobbly follow behind, trying to focus on which foot goes next. We enter the bathroom and she hastily scurries towards the lavatory - I follow suit, bracing myself against the sink. She begins to chuckle from within the stall, evidently entertained by the comical drawing of a penis on the wall. I roll my eyes in response. i stare at myself in the mirror, my face slap red from the amount of alcohol, it’s almost laughable.

i hear a thud behind me, and turn around to see Vinnie stumble out of the stall, nearly falling face first into the sink. “girl, be careful” i scold lightly, like a mother would her child. she simply grins up at me, too drunk to comprehend my words. "Nyla, such a worry wort" she mumbles drunkenly.

after assisting her in washing her hands, we walk hand in hand out of the bathroom, and only then do i notice how far down the hall it is from the bar, from Soap.

the dim lights flicker in the hallway, giving an eerie feeling to my already uneasy mind. we make it about a quarter way down the hall when Vinnie's hand is suddenly yanked out of mine. i spin around, wobbling as i do so. to see a nasty looking man holding her by the neck and waist. my anger rises, “what the fuck!” i exclaim. i go to take a step forward, when arms creep around my waist, pulling me flush against what i can only assume is the body of a man. “hey hey, don't be harsh. we’re only looking for some fun” the man whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

where is Soap’s helicopter ass when i need him. i silently curse.

when i thrash in the mans hold, he grips me tighter, moving a hand to my mouth and my eyes widen in fear. I observed Vinnie as she forcefully kicked her assailant's legs, resulting in them losing their grasp on her; she bolted free. I chomp down hard on the man's hand which was covering my mouth, removing a segment of flesh.

He swiftly pulled back his arm, however shockingly kept his hold around my midsection firm, so intense that I couldn't break away. I glance in the direction of Vinnie and give my head a sorrowful shake, the fear evident in my eyes. "get Soap!" I shout, and she immediately takes off, running at such a pace that she disappears down the hallway quicker than a flash. okay, Soap will be here soon, i just need to distract them.

And i do just that-using the arms around my waist to my advantage, I thrust my legs up, sending a powerful kick to the chest of the man standing before me. He is thrown back, desperately trying to regain breath.

my head is suddenly yanked back, and view of my attacker is looming mere inches from my face. “ you’re a real bitch, huh”he grunts. slamming my face into the wall, i grunt as my face ignites with a flood of pain. he loosens his grip momentarily, giving me enough time to spin around, Before I could even think, my fist met his nose with a sickening crunch.

He crashed to the floor, clutching his face in pain. I can hear swift footfalls drawing nearer, so turning around to get a glimpse of the source, I behold an infuriated Soap accompanied by a weeping Vinnie. I found myself flashing an elated yet perhaps unnerving grin, considering the blood-stained corners of my mouth.

Soap comes to a halt inches from me, taking my face in his hands. “are you okay?” his tone is filled with worry, and controlled rage. i nod my head, smiling to reassure him. “yeah, though i’m pissed off, actually. how dare they touch Vinnie and me” I rant, turning around to send a last, swift kick into the ribs of the man behind me. Soap pulls me away gently as security runs up. “let’s get ya cleaned, ya? you look positively rabid bon” i laugh and agree. i grab Vinnie's hand, clutching tightly. 

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bonus part-

all of 141 gathered around the watch the footage Soap took from the pub. he pressed play on the computer, watching with baited breath. he hears Gaz gasp behind him as they watch the man snatch Vinnie, then Nyla. Ghost squints and leans closer as Nyla raises her legs and kicks the other man, sending him flying into the opposite wall. Price whistles, a proud smirk on his face.

once the video finishes, Soap leans back in his chair, torn between feeling proud and absolutely livid.

"got yourself an mma fighter, huh" Gaz teases. Soap sends him a look, "the lass was piss drunk. I'm both amazed and terrified." Soap grumbles, crossing his arms. His eyes glancing at Ghost, who, has watched the video three times now. " are you sure there isn't something she's hiding from you? if she was as drunk as you say, her movements seem suspicious" Ghost says with caution.

Soap simply smiles and shakes his head, "known the lass since fourth grade, there's nothin' I don know about her"

Gaz sends a worried glance his way, "stalker much?" he adds, sounding slightly concerned.

Soap smiles, not confirming or denying it.

[maximoffwitch]

Surprise Sweethearts

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

warnings: none

summary: you finally meet emily’s team.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this was originally written for @sweetprentiss​‘s bingo for the square ‘high school sweethearts’ but i didn’t finish it in time....better late than never!

“Hey,” Derek swiveled around in his chair to address his partner, “where are you going?”

“Home?” Emily arched her eyebrow, as she packed up her stuff.

“This early?” he glanced at his watch, which read 4:45 pm.

“It’s Friday and I finished all my paperwork,” Emily explained with a shrug, “so yeah, this early.”

“You got a date, don’t you,” Derek teased, a smirk appearing across his face.

Emily just rolled her eyes, causing Morgan to continue his antics.

“Come on, Prentiss,” he moved to sit on the edge of her desk. “You’ve been all smiley at your phone and you leave the office earlier than usual.”

“What? No I haven’t,” Emily protested, albeit weakly. “And what happened to no profiling teammates?”

“Back me up here, Reid.”

“I’d rather not get in the middle of this,” Spencer decided, furrowing his brows.

Derek shook his head with a chuckle.

“JJ,” he called over the blonde, as she was walking back to her desk.

“Hm?” she plopped down in her chair.

“We think Prentiss here is dating someone,” Morgan explained, causing JJ to look up from her paperwork with interest.

“Oh?” JJ raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. “Is that why you’ve been leaving so early lately?”

“Oh, come on, Jayje,” Emily whined, feeling slightly betrayed by her best friend.

“I’ve been leaving the same time as I always do,” she tried to defend herself.

“So,” JJ drawled out, as she completely ignored the other woman’s words, “who is it?”

“Who’s who?” Penelope chirped, approaching the group.

“Who’s Prentiss’s new boo,” Morgan wiggled his eyebrows, causing Penelope to gasp.

“You’re seeing somebody?” a wide smile appearing on her face. “Why haven’t we met them yet?”

Before Emily could further protest, Hotch and Rossi descended down the stairs.

“Met who yet?” Rossi interjected.

“Emily’s boyfriend or girlfriend,” Penelope giddily explained.

It was no secret to the team that Emily swung both ways, though it did make guess who she was potentially seeing that much harder.

“You’re seeing someone?” Rossi asked, and based on the look in his eyes, Emily could already tell what he was going to say next. “Bring them to family dinner. Tomorrow night. I’m hosting.”

“Oh, yes please do!” Penelope clapped her hands together, putting on her best pout.

“Fine, fine,” Emily threw her hands up in defeat. “Yes, I am seeing someone. There. Are you all happy?”

“Very,” Derek grinned victoriously, as Garcia cheered, earning an amused laugh from the other blonde.

“If you’re happy, we’re happy,” Dave nodded sincerely. “But seriously, bring them tomorrow.”

“I’ll ask,” Emily returned an appreciative smile, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Have fun,” Derek shouted after her, laughing when she flipped him off.

—

Opening the door, Emily dropped her bag on the floor, something you would surely scold her for later, before shuffling through the mail.

“(Y/N),” she called out, “I’m home.”

“In the kitchen,” you responded.

As Emily approached from behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, you sunk back into her embrace.

“Hi,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Hi,” you tilted your head back, inviting Emily to peck your lips. “How was your day?”

“Good,” she unwrapped her arms and moved to grab some plates, seeing you were almost done cooking. “Filled with paperwork.”

“Sounds boring,” you hummed teasingly, knowing a boring day at the BAU was a good one.

“It was,” Emily chuckled. “What about you? How was your day?”

“Same as you,” you dished out the spaghetti and the side of string beans onto each of your plates. “Though this new guy thought he was the hot shot and almost messed up an entire case, so I had to deal with that.”

You worked as an ADA for the District of Columbia, having seen your fair share of bad guys walk in and out of your courtroom.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Emily sympathized before taking a bite of her meal. “If it makes you feel any better, this is delicious.”

“Thanks, Em,” you smiled softly, twirling your noodles.

“Speaking of, would you mind if we had pasta again tomorrow?”

“I guess,” you scrunched your nose, confused. “Though I’ll have to go out and get some more sauce because I used the rest of—,”

“Actually,” Emily gently interrupted you, “I meant at Rossi’s. The team found out I’m seeing someone, and they want to meet you.”

“Seeing someone? Is that what we’re calling this?” you teased, swirling your glass of wine. “Or are you cheating on me?”

“Oh, shut up,” she shoved your leg lightly with her foot. “So you in?”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to finally meet the people you spend the other half of your time with.”

“Great,” Emily grinned. “And don’t worry. I think JJ is bringing her husband, and Hotch might bring his girlfriend, so it won’t just be the team.”

“So does that mean I won’t be submitted to an interrogation?”

“Oh, no,” she chuckled. “I’m sure Garcia will have plenty to ask you.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to get my poker face ready,” you quipped, as you moved to stand up, taking both your plates. “Though I’m not sure I’ll be able to hide how much I love you.”

“That was cheesy,” Emily light-heartedly rolled her eyes. “But I love you too.”

She leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth, taking the plates from you.

“Now sit down and relax while I do the dishes.”

“Yes ma’am,” you sipped your wine, as you admired Emily move around the kitchen.

—

The next evening, you stood outside David Rossi’s mansion, knees bouncing and lip between your teeth.

“You ready?” Emily took your hand after locking up the car.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you gave her a timid smile, as the two of you ascended the stairs.

Knocking on the door, Emily ran her thumb soothingly over your knuckles, as she whispered in your ear, “Breathe, babe. They’re gonna love you.”

You took a deep breath and exhaled when the door swung open.

“Ah, bellissima,” Dave greeted with a grin, a towel slung over his shoulder, “and you brought your date. Fabulous!”

“Rossi, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Dave Rossi,” Emily introduced the two of you.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” you shook his hand with a pleasant smile.

“Please,” he waved you off, “call me Dave.

“Everyone’s already in the kitchen.”

As you followed him through the house, you scolded Emily under your breath, “I can’t believe you made us late.”

“We’re on time, I swear,” she assured you. “The team probably just got here early so they could meet you. Just relax, love.”

“Right,” you muttered, stepping into the kitchen, “relax.”

“Look who arrived,” Rossi announced, causing the rest of the group to pause their conversations and look over to where you and Emily were standing.

“Everybody,” Emily led you over to the kitchen counter, “this is (Y/N), my wife.”

The revelation caused many eyes to widen and some jaws to drop, whereas Hotch hid a knowing smile.

“Your wife?!” Penelope shrieked.

You sheepishly waved, moving closer to Emily.

After recovering from the initial shock, Penelope hurried towards you.

“Hi, I’m Penelope,” she pulled you in for a hug. “I can’t believe we’re just meeting you now. I mean, how long have you been married? When did you meet?”

“Baby girl, let her breathe,” Derek chuckled, holding out a hand. “Derek Morgan.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at your wife’s partner.

The rest of the group introduced themselves, and when you get to the unit chief, you raised your brow.

“Aaron, always good to see you.”

“You too, (Y/N),” he pulled you in for a brief hug.

“Hotch, you knew about this?” Morgan asked.

“I met Hotch at law school. He was two grades above me but we were in the same Criminal Justice class,” you explained.

“So you’re a lawyer?” JJ asked, handing you a glass of wine.

“Thanks,” you took the drink from her before answering. “Yeah, I’m an ADA.”

“Did you know that assistant district attorneys in Washington DC are twice as likely to be promoted to district attorney?” Spencer chimed in. (A/N: idk if this actually true lol)

“I did,” you nodded, smiling at the genius. “And point ten times as likely to be the attorney general.”

Reid made a face at you as if to say ‘touché.’

“Dinner is ready,” Rossi announced.

As you all moved into the dining room, Emily put her hand on the small of your back.

“Not too bad, right?”

“It’s lovely,” you responded earnestly. “Though I did think Penelope was going to have a heart attack when she found out we’re married.”

Emily chuckled in agreement, as she pulled out your chair for you.

“Thanks, Em.”

Pressing a kiss atop your head, she took the seat next to you.

“Aw,” Penelope cooed from across the table, “you guys are so cute!”

Emily just chuckled, while your cheeks flushed.

“How long have you two been together?” JJ asked a lot more calmly than the bubbly, and slightly tipsy, tech analyst.

“We actually started dating in high school,” you revealed after swallowing a bite of food.

“Less than 2% of all marriages are those between high school sweethearts,” Spencer informed.

“Wait,” Penelope paused, the gears turning in her head, “if you guys met in high school, that means you started dating during Emily’s emo-goth-vampire phase.”

“Ah, yes,” you mused, as Emily ducked her head to hide the creeping blush. “The teased hair and heavy eyeliner was definitely a look.”

“So how in the world did you two end up together?” Derek chuckled before adding, “No offense, Prentiss.”

Emily just shrugged it off, given that she too wondered how she landed you as her wife.

“(Y/N) and I were lab partners for the year,” she began telling the story of how you two started dating, “and I sorta already had a little crush on her before, so I would get really nervous around her. But at the end of the year, I asked her out on a date, and she said yes, and the rest is history.”

Smile appeared on the faces of nearly everyone at the table, as Penelope attempted to contain her excitement.

“Why do you always tell the story like that?” you turned to her with comical disbelief. “That’s not how it happened at all!”

“Yes, it is,” Emily insisted.

“No,” you drawled out, turning back to address the group. “I’ll tell you how it really happened.”

“Finally, some embarrassing stories about Prentiss,” Morgan cheered, a wide grin on his face, earning an eye roll from Emily.

“All of what Em said was true,” you admitted, “except for the last part. “I was the one to ask her out. I had also developed a crush on her over the year, and I could tell that she reciprocated the feelings because she would always make mistakes in lab when I was around.

“So, during the last week of school, I asked her to dinner,” you finished with a triumphant smile.

“I was planning on asking her out; she just beat me to it,” Emily grumbled, earning a chorus of laughs from the team.

“Who knew the big bad FBI agent would become a stuttering mess around a girl,” Morgan teased.

“Hey, in my defense,” Emily protested, “she was the student body president and captain of the basketball team and ended up being the valedictorian.”

It was your turn to hide your blushing face in the crook of Emily’s neck.

“The goth and the nerd,” Penelope gasped. “You guys are a walking young adult romance novel.”

“I wouldn’t say I was a nerd,” you scrunched your nose, before smirking, “at least not compared to Spencer.”

“Hey!” he objected, but relented when everyone raised their eyebrows at him. “Okay, she’s right.”

“Any more funny or embarrassing stories about Emily?” JJ asked you.

“Of course,” you grinned mischievously.

The rest of the evening was full of more laughter and exchanging more stories. You were grateful to finally meet your wife’s team and even more so that they accepted you.

After saying your goodbyes, and promising Penelope that you would join them at their next girl’s night, you and Emily headed back home.

Slipping into bed next to your wife, you leaned back against the headboard.

“Thank you,” you turned to look at Emily who had a confused look written across her face.

“For what?”

“For tonight,” you took her hand in yours. “For finally introducing me to your team,” you inched closer to her face, pecking her lips, “for being you,” another kiss, “for loving me,” you connected your lips with hers for a third time, this time not pulling away and letting the kiss evolve.

“I love you,” Emily sighed as the kiss ended, cupping your cheek. “Thank you for being so patient with me and for sticking with me all these years.”

Emily would always be grateful to have someone like you in her life for as long as you had been. You had been her rock through all the trials and tribulations she’d faced.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you squeezed her hand. “I love you too.”

While only 2% of marriages are between high school sweethearts, you couldn’t help feel blessed that yours was one of them.

[yandereshingeki]

Eren x Fem Bodied! Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: Established relationship, Smut, soft dom Eren

Content Warnings: Smut (Breeding, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, cunnilingus, creampie, marking, praise, dumbification, kitchen sex)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Eren “relax” after a hard week of work.

Quick thing i made because i got sad :,) and i need more soft eren in my life

Ps. this isnt proofread oops

It was an average Friday night, getting home from work just to laze around with your boyfriend until it was time for food. That's how you usually close off your week, just some time for relaxation after the stress of adulting. This time was the same as all the others, except for the fact that while you were trying to cook, your boyfriend had his hand down your shorts.

“Eren, I'm trying to make dinner.” Your complaint went unnoticed by him.

“Ere-en!” you tried to speak again but instead let out something that was more akin to a squeak when he pressed a finger to your clit through your panties.

He pressed his face into your neck, “‘m not in the mood for spaghetti tonight love,” the arm he had around your waist tightened, “’want you.”

You dropped the wooden spoon into the pot, reaching to turn off the stove. He used this as an opportunity to grope your chest through your—his t-shirt that you borrowed.

His nose nuzzled against your head while he begged, “Please, baby.”

You sighed, leaning back into him while he tried to rut his hips into you, his cock already hard and pressing through his sweatpants. “I guess dinner can wait then.”

He nodded, pulling you back and moving to the side so he could press you up against and bend you over the kitchen counter instead of the hot stove. He moved the hand that wasn’t in your shorts down to your hips, tugging at the waistband of said-shorts.

“Well someones eager.” you teased.

“‘Course I am, ‘been wantin’ you all day…” he replied, finally tugging your shorts down. “Been thinkin’ about how much I wanna touch you, n’ how much i’ve been n’ to breed you and fill you up with my cum.”

You felt your face, as well as your cunt heat up. “Haven’t been able to see you as much as I want to recently… ‘need to remind you who owns this pussy,” the fingers on your clit pressed down, starting to rub in small circles, “need to remind you who owns my cock too…”

He placed his lips on your neck, giving you soft kisses before he began to suck and bite roughly, obviously trying to leave marks. His fingers changed pace, starting to rub your clit quicker. You mewled, hips trying to press into his hand for more friction. When he grinded his hips against you, it pressed you more into his fingers, and only made the wet spot forming on your panties grow.

“Eren—fuck, please—please, fuck me.” You begged.

“Now look who’s eager…”

He pulled his fingers away, shoving your pantiws to the floor. And just as he moved his fingers back, when they were just lingering above your clit that was aching to be touched, he pulled them away again. You whined, trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the throbbing.

He smiled at you, almost laughing at how quickly he could turn you into putty in his hands. He moved to his knees now, grabbing into your thighs and spreading them apart so he could crawl in between them and turn around to lean onto the cupboards.

“Let me taste you, baby.” He held onto your hips with both of his hands, urging you to move closer and lower yourself just enough until he was pressing his tongue against your cunt. He kept his hands on your thighs, one moving inward to rub and toy with your clit while he was already practically fucking you with his tongue.

You gripped the counter as hard as you could, crying and begging for more and more. His tongue lapped at your cunt, almost devouring it for everything it was worth. When he was satisfied with the way he made you squirm and cry his name above him, he placed his mouth back on your clit, tongue rolling around while he sucked at it.

You ran your hand through his hair, trying to push his head into you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Eren, please!”

Your fingers were wrapped with his brown locks, and you kept tugging and pulling on them while you begged. Finally, he pulled away and looked up to you with your slick glistening on his chin. He moved himself out from between your legs, standing up and caging you against the counter with his arms again.

This time it was your turn to press your ass against his crotch, grinding into him and trying to urge him to just fuck you. He moved one of his hands to your back to push you into the counter, bending you over it in the process as well. “I had to wait all week for you, so now you have to wait for me. It’s only fair, isn’t it baby?”

You whined, squirming and moving your hips around in his grasp. He pushed his sweatpants down to the ground with his boxers, his hoodie coming off next and joining the pile of clothes on the floor. He pulled you up by your shoulders so that he could pull the shirt you were wearing off, pushing your back down to the counter.

“No bra? It’s almost like you were expecting this, hm?” He leaned over you, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades and tracing a finger gently down your spine. You shivered and flinched in response to him reaching the dip in your lower back, sighing when he removed his hand.

He reached down in between his own legs, grabbing his cock and sliding it in between your thighs. The tip of his dick brushed against your clit when he pressed himself all the way through the small gap in your thighs. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck your thighs as if he was actually inside of you, and it made you cry each time he hit your clit.

He pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you steady while he humped your thighs. You were really going to cry if you couldn’t get him inside of you soon.

“Eren—Eren please.” you cried, eyes watering from how much you wanted it.

“Please what? You’re gonna have to speak up, doll.”

“Please, please just put it inside of me.”

“It’s gonna take more than that to convince me.”

“Jesus—E-Eren If you don’t i’m gonna cry—I need you! I need you in me right now, please!”

“That so? Well, then… you’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

He pulled his cock out from your thighs, grabbing the underside of your knee and moving it up so that your legs were spread apart, making it easier for him to push himself into you. You let out a moan and your cunt squeezed around him while tears spilled from your eyes at the relief of being filled.

Eren began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You were crying repeating “Eren” over and over until he turned your face to press his lips against yours.

He was slow, at first, making sure that each thrust had him buried balls-deep inside of your cunt again. Each cry you let out only made him want to go faster, harder, made him want to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He was determined to fuck you stupid this time.

He started to move faster, still trying to be sure to get all the way in. Your moans were mixed with sobs as more tears fell down your face. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filled the kitchen, along with the cries you were letting out.

“Eren—Eren please—fill me, fuck, fill me with your cum, please!”

“I will baby, I will.”

He brushed a hand over your neck to move your hair and kisses it, muttering sweet praises like “Doing so good for me” and “My pretty baby” into you. The same hand then moved under you to squeeze your chest and toy with the nipple after, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.

He sucked hickeys into your neck, marking what was his. At this point, you were starting to tap out of it, the only thing on your mind being Eren and the way he was still fucking into you and making you bounce on the counter. You were starting to drool, your head drooping onto the counter.

You could feel yourself tightening, and you were becoming more and more sensitive while you felt all of the pleasure pool down at your cunt. You sobbed loudly, “C-Cumming!”

“Good, good—Cum for me, cum for me pretty baby.” Eren squeezed your chest again and kept kissing the back of your neck, making sure to speed up his thrusts and hold your leg up as high as he could.

You almost screamed when you came, squeezing your eyes shut and seeing stars when the pleasure took over and made your whole body shake while you cried, “Eren, Eren, Eren!”

He groaned, only being able to give afew more hard thrusts before he came too, filling your cunt to the brim with his cum and pressing his cock into you as much as he could. Your body shook from the orgasm you had, and you flinched when you felt Eren move his fingers down to your clit. Through your pants, you managed out a confused “huh?”

He started to rub it again, faster than before. You squirmed your hips and whined, letting out more pants while he kept touching you. “Eren—Eren I can’t—ah!” You plead, already feeling your overstimulated cunt tightening around him again.

“Give me one more baby, please—just one more. I know you can.” He moved his fingers faster, kissing your shoulder while you squirmed and mewled. More tears fell down your face, but you were moaning. Moaning from the fact that you were about to cum again even though you already did just minutes before.

“Eren—Eren, Eren!” You kept crying. You could feel yourself coming again, and it felt so good despite the ache in your legs and cunt.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he kissed your head, “so good for me, so good…”

He moved your leg onto the ground slowly, making sure he was holding your waist when he pulled out so you wouldn’t collapse. “Let's go take a shower, love.” He helped you stand, grip tightening, “Then we can finish up dinner and watch a movie, sound good?”

You managed to choke out an exhausted “Yea, sounds good.”

[tobesolonely]

apartment 41

hi y’all! this is my very VERY late submission for @meetmeinfleetwood​ ‘s “To Lovers” challenge (thank u miss sadie for even still accepting this LOL) but here is some good ol fashioned strangers to lovers with the line, “will you stay the night?” . :D enjoy everyone!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, smut :)

word count: ~5.2k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

There were many things you loved about living on your own. You loved that your apartment was always clean. You loved that at the end of a long day, you could come back and brood in peace. You loved walking around in nothing but your underwear without the fear of anyone seeing you. You did things when you wanted, how you wanted. As a self-proclaimed introvert, there was nothing you loved more than living by yourself.

However, during slightly inconvenient moments like these, you wished you had someone else in the apartment with you.

You swore you’d been trying to get your favorite jar of pasta sauce open for at least the past ten minutes. It had been a long day at work, and at the moment all you wanted to do was heat the entire jar of sauce, boil a bunch of pasta, and call it a night. You were growing beyond frustrated–– you even contemplated just breaking the jar open. Ultimately, you decided against it lest you be met with a mouthful of glass.

Feeling defeated, you pick up your phone in frustration and hurriedly punch in your father’s number. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Hello? What’s up, hun?”

“Dad, what should I do if I can’t get this jar open? Like, it’s seriously glued shut,” you set it down on the counter probably a little too hard considering it was a glass jar. “I’m so hungry.”

“Did you try running it under hot water?”

You did.

“Hm. Try getting a good grip on it with a dish towel or something?”

Of course, you did.

“Well, I’m not driving over there just to open a jar for you,” your dad pauses. “You have neighbors, don’t you? Why don’t you knock on one of their doors?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No weirder than asking to borrow a cup of sugar.”

You thank your dad for the suggestion and hang up with him shortly after. He was right. You just needed someone to quickly open the jar for you and then you’d be back in your apartment, secluded from society until the next morning when you went into work. Besides, you’d been in your apartment for roughly three months now and you didn’t have a relationship with any of your neighbors. You figured now was as good a time as any to at least meet the person who lived directly across from you.

You slide on your slippers and clear the few steps it takes to reach your neighbor’s door. A faded ‘41’ was on their door, and a cheeky mat that read, ‘Did you call first?’ was at your feet.

You tried racking your brain for any memory of what your neighbor may look like, but you were drawing a blank. You were more to yourself than you initially thought you were and made a silent vow to become more social from this point on. You situate the jar of pasta sauce under your arm before placing two firm knocks against the door. Moments later, the door is flung open and you’re met with the smell of something delicious cooking, and a handsome, tall man donning a dirty apron.

“Hi, is everything alright?” he has a concerned look on his face as he looks over the top of your head and into your apartment.

“I— This is a little embarrassing,” you mumble, feeling your body grow warm. “I live by myself and I’ve been trying to get this jar of pasta sauce open for at least twenty minutes and I can’t. Do you think you can?”

His mouth slowly turns upwards into a smile before finally nodding, reaching out his hand to grab the jar of pasta sauce from you. “It’s pasta night at your place too, hmm?” His tongue is poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on the task at hand.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m just gonna heat up the entire jar of sauce, boil some spaghetti noodles, and call it a night.”

The pop! of the jar causes you to jump slightly. “That doesn’t sound like very good pasta.”

You retrieve the pasta sauce from him, quietly thanking him. “It gets the job done.”

Your neighbor hums in agreement. “‘M sure it does. If you ever wanna taste some really good pasta though, y’know where I’ll be.”

“I do,” you nod. “Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go back to making your pasta sauce that is just way better than mine.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I appreciate it. It wasn’t any problem at all, I’m here most evenings if you ever need help opening anything else, uh…” He trails off.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Beautiful name. I’m Harry, by the way.”

You look down at the dirty hallway carpet, a wide smile on your face. “Thank you, Harry. It was nice to finally meet you, by the way.”

“You too. Have a good night.”

You give him one more smile before turning on your heels and walking back inside your apartment, gently shutting the door. You quickly look out the peephole and catch him just as he’s closing his door, a dimpled-grin on his face.

It was Friday night when you finally got the chance to speak with him again. You were sitting on your kitchen stool nursing a glass of wine and waiting for your frozen pizza to heat in the oven when you heard someone coming down the hallway. As you had been doing all week since your interaction with Harry, you set your glass of wine down and shuffle over to your peephole, eyes scanning the small amount of hallway that was visible.

Harry comes into view seconds later, four overflowing bags of groceries precariously balanced along the length of his arms.

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter to himself. He attempts to reach in his pocket for his keys but once he realizes he can’t do so without setting at least one bag of groceries down, he lets out a loud huff in what you assume to be annoyance. You scuttle to your shoe rack and slip your shoes on before quickly flinging your door open.

“Hi! Need help?”

Harry jumps and you both watch as the contents of the bag he was getting ready to set down spill at his feet. “Now I do,” he’s already picking his groceries off the floor. “You scared the shit out of me. Also, were you watching me?”

Your face grows warm. “I heard someone coming down the hallway so I wanted to see who it was.”

“Oh, really?” Harry questions, pausing to look up at you. “You came out of your place so quickly, felt like I was bein’ watched or something.”

You know he’s teasing you but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that he caught onto what you were doing so quickly. Instead of dignifying his statement with an answer, you bend down and begin helping him pick up his spilled groceries. His hand grazes yours lightly as you both reach for a can of black beans, now slightly dented. It lingers for a moment before he retracts it to retrieve a different item. A quick, side-eyed glance reveals that his cheeks are tinged red.

“What are you making for dinner?” You ask him, standing up and dusting off the knees of your leggings.

“Uh, veggie chili. S’one of my favorites–– hey, is something burning?”

Your eyes widen and you abruptly turn away from Harry without so much as a goodbye, hurrying toward your kitchen that was starting to grow foggy from smoke produced by your oven. You were so preoccupied with helping Harry gather up his spilled groceries that you had totally forgotten you had a frozen pizza in the oven and if the smell was any indication of its current state, it was most likely inedible at this point.

Reaching for the oven mitt you kept next to the knives on the counter, you open the oven and fan the smoke out of your face, holding back a gag from the burnt smell. Your fire alarm immediately goes off once you open the oven and Harry appears a second later, a concerned look on his face. He looks around for your smoke detector and once he sees it he stands on his tiptoes to turn it off. You set your now blackened pizza on top of the oven and turn on the microwave fan. Harry’s already opening windows around your apartment, fanning the air with a throw pillow from your couch.

“Thanks,” you mumble, a wave of embarrassment washing over your body. You feared that Harry probably thought you were the most incompetent person on this planet–– first, you couldn’t get a jar open, and now here you are nearly setting your apartment on fire. “Guess I should’ve set a timer, huh?”

“Yeah, ‘spose you should’ve,” he replies. “It’s okay, though. ‘M about to get started on dinner, you can join me? If you’d like, that is. Maybe you’ll have a new recipe so you can stop eatin’ all this frozen shit.”

“Leave my frozen foods out of this,” you playfully scold him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Thank you for the invite though, that would be great, actually. I’m gonna get this cleaned up and then I’ll be right over?”

“Sounds good,” he neatly situates your pillow back on the couch. “I’ll see you in a bit, Y/N. Door will be unlocked.”

Once Harry’s gone, you move into action, quickly tossing the pizza into the trashcan before running to your bathroom. You try to remember if you brushed your teeth earlier that day but you can’t, so you brush them again just to be safe. You hastily examine yourself in the mirror before deciding you weren’t going to do anything more, not wanting to come off as trying too hard. You were almost one hundred percent certain Harry was just being neighborly–– nothing indicated that he found you attractive, so you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you found him to be the most stunning man you’ve ever seen in your life.

Locking your door, you clear the distance from your welcome mat to his in five steps flat, and take a deep breath before letting yourself in.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Harry had more skill in the kitchen than an everyday home-chef did. He all but floated around the room, chopping with ease and finesse. The two of you had settled into a comfortable silence as he worked and you watched. Billy Joel played softly over his Bluetooth speaker, and he’d occasionally stop what he was doing to take a sip of his wine and look over his shoulder at you, almost as if he was checking if you were still there because you were being so quiet.

Your head was starting to grow fuzzy as you finished your third glass of wine that night, so you make the (responsible) decision to cut yourself off for the night. “Can I have a glass of water?”

“Course y’can,” he replies quietly, not stopping what he was doing. “Give me just a second and I’ll get ya––”

“Oh, I can get it myself. Just tell me where the cups are.”

Harry stops chopping and turns completely to face you, an amused look on his face. “You’re plastered, aren’t ya?”

“No? Why do you think that?”

Harry laughs. “You can’t hear yourself stumblin’ over your words, but I can. Jus’ stay right there and I’ll get your water. You want ice?”

“How do you know how to cook so well?”

“Culinary school,” he responds coolly. “Ice?”

You’re not sure if you are as drunk as Harry says you are, but you were currently finding the fact that Harry went to culinary school the coolest thing ever. “A chef? No way! What kind of chef?”

“I’m a Sous Chef. Gonna give ya a bit of ice.”

“I can’t believe I live across from a chef! No wonder you were giving me shit for eating canned pasta sauce,” you take the glass of water from Harry’s outstretched hand, thanking him. “Even your water tastes better than mine!”

“I think you’re just pissed, Y/N,” Harry responds, eyes crinkled from smiling. “Do y’like cooked carrots?” Your nose wrinkles in response to Harry’s question and he mutters something about how he’ll leave them out before turning back towards the stove to check on his food.

“How old are you, Harry?”

“Just turned twenty-seven. Yourself?”

“I’m twenty-four!” You exclaim, a little too excited. “Where are you from?”

He turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. “England. What gave it away?”

“Your accent.”

He hums, a small smirk on his lips. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from here. Just moved back home from my college town but didn’t wanna move back in with my parents, so here I am.”

“No roommates, you said?”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’, taking a big gulp of water. “You don’t either, do you? I just realized I haven’t heard or seen anyone else since I’ve been here.”

“I do not. I had a roommate when I first moved in but he ended up gettin’ engaged and moving in with his fiancée, so it’s just me for now. I think I like livin’ on my own better, though.” You watch as Harry reaches into his cabinet and retrieves two bowls and starts spooning your dinner into them. He sets the bowl in front of you and hands you a spoon, nodding at you to try it.

You bring a spoonful up to your mouth, blowing a few times before shoving it into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the amazing flavor that fills your mouth, and your eyes diverge to his. “This is incredible!”

Harry looks down at his bowl of food, a shy grin on his face. “Thanks, Y/N. Glad you like it.” He grabs his glass of wine from behind him and moves around to the other side of the island to sit next to you.

“Are you a vegetarian?” You ask, mouth full.

“Somewhat. I’m a pescatarian,” he shovels a spoonful of the chili into his mouth. “More wine?”

“I better not,” you reply, mind still fuzzy from all you’ve drunk throughout the night. “This is seriously so good, Harry. You’re cute, you can cook, you’re nice… you’re like, a triple threat!”

“Callin’ me cute?”

“C’mon, you know you are,” you answer boldly. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he takes a sip of wine. “You’re a pretty big looker yourself.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You flirted with me first.”

“So what if I did?”

Harry lets out a quiet scoff, going back to eating his food. After a moment he says, “I wouldn’t mind.” You smile to yourself and continue eating, bringing the bowl up to your lips and tipping your head back so you could get every last drop of Harry’s veggie chili. He gets up to get another helping of food as you get up to place your bowl in the sink, lifting your sleeves to wash it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he brushes past you, going back to where he was previously seated. “I’ll clean up later. Do y’want some dessert?”

“I think I will take some more wine,” you grab the bottle from the center of the island along with your glass, pouring a generous amount. “This is good. Nothing like the cheap bottles I get from Target.”

“I’m glad you like it. Thought I’d pull this one out tonight, always pairs well with dishes like this…” He trails off. “Anyway, yeah. Glad y’like it.”

You and Harry finish off the bottle of wine no more than thirty minutes later, having by now situated yourselves on his couch. He turned something onto the television (you think it was Iron Chef), but neither one of you were paying any attention to it. Harry was asking about what you studied in college, how you like your current career and your favorite things to do in your free time. You were asking him about England, his family back home, and why he chose to go to culinary school.

He has a way about him that captivates you— just completely pulls you in— and you never want to stop listening to him speak. Harry leans close to you when you talk, almost as if you’re telling him a secret that he doesn’t want to miss out on.

“I think ‘m jus’ as drunk as you are now,” Harry whispers, letting out an adorable giggle. “Goin’ into work tomorrow is gonna be a proper pain.”

“No one told you to try and outdrink me!” You yell, tucking your knees under your bottom. “Now we’re both drunk, what good does that do?”

“Think it’s more fun this way, don’t you?” Harry lets out a little burp, his face flushing. “Wanna help me clean the kitchen?”

“What happened to cleaning it later?” You stand up from the couch, wobbling slightly before catching your balance.

“Well, I didn’t think we’d get drunk off our arses and sit here talkin’ til one in the mornin’, did you?” He stands up as well, his hand moving to rest on the small of your back as he scooches past you.

“There’s no way it’s that late,” you retort, checking the time on your phone. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overextend my stay. I’ll help you clean this place up and then get going.”

Harry swats a hand in front of his face, shaking his head. “Overextend your stay? Of course y’didn’t, more than happy to have you here. Do you wanna wash or dry?”

“I’ll wash since I don’t know where anything goes.” You move to the sink and roll up your sleeves, moving the small number of dishes in the sink all to one side so you can fill the other side with water. Silence falls over you again as you clean the dishes from dinner and soon enough you’re done, drying your hands on your t-shirt.

“Thank you, Y/N. We make a good team, huh? Got that done quickly, didn’t we?” He folds the dishtowel in half neatly and hangs it over the handle of his oven.

“Yeah,” you yawn, slipping on your shoes that had been discarded earlier in the night by the door. “I’ll get out your hair and let you get to bed, then. Thank you for having me over and for cooking that delicious dinner, I enjoyed it. I owe you.”

“If it’s frozen food, don’t worry about it,” he jokes, moving to open the door for you. “If you want to cook me something, though…”

“How about I take you out for dinner? I stay out of the kitchen, and you’ll get something edible and halfway decent. A win-win?”

Harry laughs. “‘M lookin’ forward to it. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“I couldn’t decide between Italian or sushi but since you’re a pescetarian, I figured sushi was our best bet.”

Harry looks away from the menu and at you, clearing his throat before speaking. “That was really thoughtful. Surprised you remembered considering how loaded you were.”

“For the last time, I was not that drunk,” you defend yourself, gently kicking his calf from underneath the table. “By the end of the night, you had way more than me!”

“Maybe so,” he replies nonchalantly, looking back at the menu. “Let’s not forget who can handle their alcohol better, though.”

You let out an indignant hmph, and get to scouring the menu yourself. You didn’t eat sushi very often so you figured you’d probably just get whatever Harry got.

“Let’s do sake bombs.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Sake bombs? Are you tryin’ to get me drunk again?”

“They’re fun! Just one?”

Harry shakes his head at you and grins before waving over the waitress, asking her politely for two sake bombs. She comes back a few minutes later with the alcohol and chopsticks balanced precariously on a tray, setting them in front of you and Harry respectively.

The waitress stands back and says, “Ichi… ni… san… sake bomb!” The two of you pound the table until your shot glasses fall into the cup and then you throw your heads back, chugging down the cocktail. When you finally finish chugging your drink and look back up at Harry, he’s staring at his watch as if he’s been waiting for you to finish for ages.

“Oh, you’re finally done? I was startin’ to grow old,” he teases, taking a sip of his water. “Do you know what you wanna order?”

“You’re annoying,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. “But I’m gonna get whatever you get.”

“Really? You don’t have any preferences?”

You shake your head. “I don’t eat sushi very often so I honestly don’t know what I should get. I’ll try anything, though.”

“You really did pick this place just for me, didn’t you?” He has a teasing tone to his voice, but his gaze has softened.

“I told you I owed you, didn’t I?”

At this, Harry just gives you a small smirk and signals the waitress over once again to order for the both of you. While you wait for your food to come, you fall into easy conversation with Harry again. It seems like you can talk about anything under the sun with him–– no topic was off-limits, and nothing was awkward. He had to have been one of the most interesting people you’ve ever met in your life. He was well-traveled, knew several languages, and loved to sing and write music in his spare time. Although you felt your own life was rather boring in comparison to his, he made you feel just as accomplished and interesting as he was.

“That was good,” he tells you after you’ve both finished eating, wiping his mouth with his napkin and slouching in his chair slightly. “Think ‘m gonna need to unbutton my pants here in a second.”

“Me too,” you answer with a laugh, making eye contact with the waitress. You mouth, ‘check, please’ and she nods, reappearing at your table with the check. As you’re digging in your purse to pull out your wallet, Harry reaches over and grabs the check before you can even look at it. He reaches in his pants pocket for his wallet and slides his card in before you’ve even looked back up.

“What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Did you forget that I’m the one that owes you?” He shrugs.

“You can make it up to me another way. Don’t worry about it,” his voice is low and gravelly. The waitress comes back to collect the check from Harry and after he receives his receipt, he reaches into his wallet to place a cash tip for her on the table. “Ready to get home?”

Home. You know he only worded it that way because you live directly across from him, but you would like going “home home” with Harry, at least for tonight. There was no denying the sexual tension between the two of you was electric–– anyone who was paying attention to the two of you could probably sense it. You wordlessly nod and follow Harry out of the restaurant, intertwining your fingers with his when he holds his hand back for you to grab.

He stands on the curb and expertly hauls a cab, opening the door and gesturing your in ahead of him. Harry’s hand moves to rest on your leg as he makes small-talk with the taxi driver, asking him if he was having a busy night and how much longer he thought he’d be out for. Harry pays the cab fare and wishes the driver a good rest of his night before all but dragging you out of the taxi.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” You ask Harry, a teasing

“Oh? Did I misread the situation? I thought–– this is embarrassing, never mind…” his tight grip loosens on your hand but you pull him back into you, laughing at how adorable he was.

“Harry! I’m joking, I know what’s going on,” you rub your thumb across the top of his. “I was just messing with you.” You see him visibly let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Y/N!” You’re still standing outside of your apartment complex in the dark, as close to one another as you can be without completely melting into each other. He releases his hand from your tight grip and places it gently on your face instead. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Please,” you reply breathlessly, standing on your toes. Harry cranes his neck to meet your lips and presses them to yours softly, pulling back only when the both of you are near gasping for air.

“Was that nice?” He asks, thumb caressing your face. Your noses are pressed together and you just nod, still too breathless to speak. “Maybe we can take this inside, then?”

Once inside Harry’s apartment, he nearly rips off the new shirt you bought specifically for your date with him, discarding it by his door.

“Careful with that,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I just got that today. Tag is still onnit.”

You feel Harry laugh into the side of your neck, walking your backward towards his couch. “I’ll cover the cost if it’s ruined then, how’s tha’?”

Harry sucks harshly on your neck, causing you to let out a low moan. “I guess that’s fine.”

“That’s fine?” Harry mocks you, guiding you onto the coach. You hum in agreement as you sink further down into the couch, letting out a sigh of bliss as he peppered kisses along your breast.

Your movements are needy— desperate. Neither one of you were trying to hide how badly you wanted to fuck the other. Harry smashing his lips onto yours once more, his breath warm and tongue salty from all the sushi he had earlier consumed. He attempts to pull his own shirt from his body while not breaking the kiss, and you let out a satisfied hum when he succeeds. Now you’re both shirtless and the only thing stopping you from fucking each other proper is being still fully clothed on your bottom halves.

“Can we get these off?” You ask, tugging at your own bottoms. Harry helps you pull down your tight jeans, struggling slightly to get them off your sweaty legs. Once your jeans are off your underwear follows immediately after, carelessly strewn around the room like the rest of your clothing.

“Y/N…” Harry hungrily takes the sight of your body in, eyes darkening with lust. “You might be the death of me, did ya know that?”

“I do now.”

He sucks on his index and middle fingers and lowers them down to your core, slipping them inside you with ease. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until Harry was knuckles deep, curling his fingers tantalizingly slow inside of you. “Do ya?”

You bite down hard on your lip, nodding at Harry’s rhetorical question. “Obviously.”

He flips the two of you over, so that you’re now straddling him and he’s laying below you. “Take what you want, then–– oh wait, condom?” You nod and move as Harry digs around in his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that keeps a condom in their wallet.”

He rips it open with his teeth in one swift motion and unbuckles his pants, giving himself a couple of quick strokes before sliding it on. “What if I am? Was quick and effective, wasn’t it?” He rests his hands on your hips and pulls you back on top of him, connecting his lips with yours again. “Now you can take what you want.”

Your hands move up to grip Harry’s shoulders as you slowly sink onto him, wincing at the stretch and burn an unfamiliar partner sometimes brings. You make eye contact with Harry as you take a moment to adjust to his size, noting how his grip on your hips gets even tighter.

“S’big,” you mutter, rolling your hips slightly. Below you, Harry squeezes his eyes shut. “So big.”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“You already know. Don’t feel like being teased.”

Harry juts his hips up to meet you slamming down onto him, groaning out loudly from the pleasure the added motion brings. At one point he situates himself so he’s sitting straight up, using his left hand as a support for him to rest back on while his right hand is tweaking at your nipples. He’s letting out a slew of curse words, letting you know it felt just as good for him as it did for you.

“Ridin’ m’cock so good,” he says under his breath, bringing the hand that was playing with your nipples to rest in between your legs. Whenever you slam back onto him you feel him not only deep in the pit of your stomach but also on your clit, bringing you maximum pleasure. “Don’t be so quiet, let me know when ‘m makin’ you feel good, love.”

“I’m already close,” you admit, feeling a bit embarrassed at how it took Harry doing next to nothing to work an orgasm out of you. Well, not literally–– but it felt like it. “Feel s’good inside me, you’re so big.”

Harry lets out a low moan from your words, throwing his head back in pleasure. It hits the arm of his couch with a quiet thump but his pace doesn’t falter in the slightest. “You’re gonna make me cum if ya keep strokin’ my ego like that.”

“You asked for it,” you reply, changing your move from riding to grinding as you were starting to grow fatigued. “I’m close.” You remove your hands from his shoulders and let them roam the expanse of your body, wanting nothing more than to receive maximum pleasure.

“Can feel ya squeezin’ ‘round me,” Harry says, taking his lip in between his teeth. “Know you’re about to come, pet.”

"Harry..." you warn, your movements growing more desperate and sloppy. You weren't normally a selfish lover but your head was so clouded from pleasure, all you could think about at the moment was your release. Harry leans his head back on the couch again and now uses his two free hands to bring you to orgasm–– one is rubbing circles on your clit and the other one is gripping at your breasts as you use your last bit of strength to swivel your hips on him.

You're coming undone not ten seconds later, loudly moaning out the man's name who laid under you. You don't slow your movements, knowing he was right behind you.

"Y/N, fuck, 'm gonna come-" he lets out a low, guttural moan, coming immediately after announcing it.

The sounds of you trying to steady your breathing are the only sounds that fills the room as you both come down from your respective highs. Harry runs his hands along your bare body, eyes hooded from the orgasm that just wracked his body. As you’re beginning to uncurl yourself from Harry, he grabs your hand, pulling you back down.

“Will you stay the night?”

You didn’t know what sleeping with Harry meant for your relationship going forward, but you were glad you knocked on Apartment 41. 

[emeraldiis]

Tied Hands Can’t Kill

A/N: welp, it’s finally here! Part two of Enough Trust for Us Both, enjoy!!

AO3 Link

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Summary:  Bucky watches you, hungry eyes glued to your glistening fingers when you pull them out. His tongue comes out to drag across his lips, and you know what he wants.

Bucky’s afraid of hurting you, so you cuff him during sex. That’s pretty much the summary

Tonight’s date night. You have lots of fun things prepared: a nice dinner, a movie, several bottles of fine wine, and a shiny pair of vibranium handcuffs. The cuffs are out of sight, resting in your nightstand, but you still feel like they’re mocking you as you stir the spaghetti on the stove. Bucky’s out, meeting with Stark about some complicated feud with another country that you didn’t understand, and you’re anxiously awaiting his return. The noodles probably didn’t need to be stirred that much, but you need to keep busy. You have to keep your mind off of tonight if you want to make it through dinner.

You’re just setting out the plates as Bucky walks in. You’re greeted with a bear hug that nearly topples you over, and you manage to squeak out a warning before Bucky sends the tableware crashing to the ground.

Bucky steps back and holds you at arm's length, eyes softening as he gazes lovingly at you. “Sorry, doll. I missed you.”

You melt. A warm smile trickles across your face and you sigh happily. “I missed you, too. You hungry? I made pasta.”

As he inhales deeply, taking in the rich scent of your cooking, Bucky nearly starts drooling. “I’m starving,” he moans, making a beeline for the pot on the stove. You watch him go, rolling your eyes. Looks like you didn’t need to worry about filling his plate. With a shrug, you serve yourself, too.

Dinner is as good as you’d hoped it’d be. Bucky barely has time to breathe with how quickly he shovels food down his throat, mumbling compliments through a full mouth. You don’t mind his iffy manners; if he likes your cooking that much, then you’d let eat however he wanted. Even if that meant feeling like you were sitting across from a dog with a steak.

The wine disappears just as quickly as the food. You limit yourself to a few glasses, wanting a clear head for the night’s events, but Bucky does no such thing. Having an enhanced tolerance was both a blessing and a curse, you thought to yourself. On one hand, he could have as many glasses he wanted without worrying about getting a bit too tipsy, but on the other...you’ve seen him rack up one hell of a tab at a bar.

Finally sated, Bucky leans back in his chair and shoots you a grin. “Doll, I think I missed your cookin’ more than I missed you,” he teases.

A giggle bubbles up from your stomach. “I guess I’ll have to start ordering take out. Maybe it’ll make you appreciate me a bit more.”

“No,” Bucky whines, lips falling into a pout. “I take it back, I’m sure you’re better tasting than anything you can whip up in the kitchen.”

There it is again, that flirty side that you rarely get to witness. You try to encourage him, wanting more of that wicked mouth. “How about you see for yourself?” You pause, gauging Bucky’s reaction. When he holds your stare instead of looking away, you know you’re okay to keep going. “I, I have the cuffs.” Your face burns when Bucky’s eyes widen, like he hadn’t been expecting you to follow through on your promise. “You know, for later. If you want.” Your voice has lowered into something only a bit louder than a whisper, and you can feel yourself losing your nerve.

“Can we,” Bucky starts, pausing to swallow thickly. “Can we skip the movie?”

Your heart jumps, then picks back up its pounding rhythm. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears, can feel it drain all the way down to your stomach, and then between your legs. “Yeah, yeah we can do that.” Your voice sounds foreign, strange, through your ringing ears. You take another sip of wine, hoping to ease the anxiety. Nervousness swirls with excitement through your stomach. This is what you want, what you’ve been waiting for all these months, but now that it’s here? The butterflies feel like they have knives.

When he realizes that you’re frozen in place, Bucky stands, and makes it way over to you. You can tell that he’s half-hard in his black jeans, and your mouth starts to water. You swallow hard before rising from your chair and trying to step past Bucky, towards the hallway. He places a big hand on your shoulder, and you freeze again.

“Hey,” Bucky murmurs. He leans down to press his lips to the top of your head, and his breath tickles when it blows through your hair. “Breathe, baby. We don’t have to do-”

“No!” You say loudly, startling Bucky. Seeing his brow furrowed in worry, you force yourself to take a deep breath and collect yourself before continuing. “Sorry, I just...I don’t want to fuck this up. I want it to be good for both of us, so bad, and I’m scared you won’t enjoy it.”

With a stern look and a purse of his lips, Bucky gently grabs each of your arms and brings them around his neck. “Stop that,” he says, and your knees go to jelly when it comes out more as a command than a request. “Baby doll, whatever you end up doing, I promise you that I will enjoy it. I think you’re forgetting that I’ve dreamin’ about this, too.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “And you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”

Bucky’s metal fingers come up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, and you close your eyes when the soothing cold of the metal touches your cheek. “I promise.”

*

You don’t make it past the doorway to the bedroom before Bucky has you up against the wall, kissing the life out of you. He’s still holding back, you notice, but this is progress. His metal arm is stuffed in his back pocket, keeping it away from you, but he’s using the other to support himself on the wall beside your head, boxing you in. You moan into his mouth, and Bucky pulls back instinctively. His pupils are blown wide and he’s panting, lips parted. “I think,” he whispers. “I think we need those handcuffs now.”

You’re quick to act, ducking past him to open your nightstand drawer and snatching them from their hiding place. The metal is so cold that it almost feels sharp, and you unconsciously hold the cuffs away from your body like they’re a dangerous animal. Something glints in Bucky’s eyes when he sees the handcuffs. He chews on his bottom lips, still standing near the entrance of the room. Deciding that he needs some...encouragement, you make a show of crawling onto the bed, making sure your skirt comes up just enough to reveal your black panties.

A growl sounds from behind you, and the bed dips as Bucky clambers on. He wastes no time in pushing past you, lying down and sliding to the headboard, putting his arms above his head obediently. “Someone’s eager, huh?” You laugh, scooting to the side of the bed to give Bucky more room.

Bucky narrows his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You’re over here shaking that cute little ass in my face, how’s a man expected to resist that?” He wiggles his arms impatiently. “C’mon, sweet thing.” Now it’s you who needs encouragement. Bucky catches the uncertainty on your face and drops his arms to tug at the hem of his tight navy shirt. With a wink, he lifts the fabric up above his head, giving you an eyeful of those huge biceps and tight abs. The shirt gets tossed somewhere to the side, neither of you caring to notice where it lands.

A breath catches in your throat, and you shoot an apprehensive look to the cuffs dangling from your hand. Moving quickly before you lose your nerve, you slide over to Bucky and straddle his hips, then lean up to hook the handcuffs around his wrists. All the while, you keep a close eye on Bucky’s expression, watching for any sign of discomfort. You know that he probably has some pretty traumatic memories associated with being restrained; triggering those is the last thing you want to do.

To your relief, Bucky’s face stays open and trusting. He watches you with a rapt look, eyes lidded in arousal as you click the cuffs around the wooden headboard. “Don’t break my bed,” you with as stern of a voice as you can muster. Bucky bites his lip against what you just know is going to be some teasing remark. You stick your tongue out at him and sit back on your haunches, admiring your handiwork.

Bucky looks absolutely gorgeous. His arms are stretched up above him, and in his human arm the muscles ripple and bulge as he shifts. The look on his face is what kills you, though. He looks wrecked, lips bitten red and face flushed with a pretty shade of pink. You lean down to kiss him gently, grinning to yourself when he tries and fails to arch up and deepen the kiss. “Oh, baby. We haven’t even started and you’re already…” you trail off with a breathy sigh of adoration.

“Shut up,” Bucky shoots back, turning his head to the side as much as he can to avoid your gaze. “I-it’s been a while since I’ve, y’know.”

You immediately feel bad for teasing him. Wanting to kiss the frown off of Bucky’s lips, you place your fingers on the side of his jaw to turn his face back towards you. When he shivers, you trail a fingertip down his face, scratching a bit at the dark stubble there. Bucky trembles again, and you immediately press your mouth to his. Something in that kiss seems to set him off, because he wastes no time straining against his bonds and licking his way past your lips.

You moan around his tongue as it strokes yours. Now this is a proper kiss, nothing like those gentle pecks you had gotten so used to. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids when they fall shut, and everything in you wants to uncuff Bucky, to feel those strong hands grip your hips and pull you onto his cock. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought as your patience dissipates.

Reluctantly breaking away from the kiss, you slide down Bucky’s body until you reach the hem of his jeans. Your eyes flick back up to Bucky’s to silently ask for permission. He nods and blushes. Shaking fingers reach for the button, and although it takes you a few tries, you eventually manage to undo it. The sound of Bucky’s zipper being pulled down is deafening in the quiet room. Bucky sighs in relief as you relieve the pressure on his erection, and you nearly groan out loud at seeing the bulge in his dark red briefs. A loud clink startles you out of your daze, and you realize that Bucky’s straining against the cuffs, looking at you with desperation. “Please, doll. I’m done waiting.”

You can’t help but take pity on your squirming boyfriend. With a coy grin, you slide Bucky’s briefs down his legs and lower your head until his leaking cock is nearly brushing your lips. Bucky whines at you, and you flick your tongue out to catch the drop of precum beading at the tip. The reaction you get is explosive. Bucky cries out and arches up towards your mouth, metal arm whirring loudly as he struggles against his bonds. You place a hand on his hip to soothe him, but also as a warning to settle down before he works himself up too much.

Wide eyes meet yours, and then they close while Bucky takes deep breaths. He forces himself to relax against the pillows, jaw clenched. “Sorry,” he half-whispers. His voice sounds wrecked already. “‘M bein’ good. Can you...?”

It’s impossible to resist; Bucky’s so submissive, so willing to please you, and it’s driving you crazy. Taking a breath, you dive down to suck him into your mouth, fighting back a smile when his hips jerk under your hand. Fortunately, Bucky seems to have gotten a handle on himself. Muscles tense, he manages to keep from choking you as you let your jaw adjust to the stretch.

You breathe through your nose, sinking lower until you’re almost nestled against his stomach, then pull back, dragging your tongue along the bottom ridge. That earns you a soft curse, so you repeat the motion, soon getting into a steady rhythm that has Bucky groaning and pleading for more. Just once, you overestimate your abilities and have to fight back a gag, but that only seems to arouse Bucky further. You begin to swirl your tongue around the head on the upstrokes, and it isn’t long before Bucky’s pulsing in your mouth, ready to spend down your throat. “S-stop, fuck, stop,” Bucky whimpers. “Don’t wanna cum yet.” Despite his protests, Bucky’s hips twitch again and again in little aborted thrusts.

As much as you want Bucky’s cum dripping down your throat, you back off, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “You ready?” You ask, already unzipping your skirt and pulling it off along with your dripping panties. You’re more than ready, so wet that you doubt you’ll need any preparation. Still, you lean back and dip two fingers into yourself just to check.

Bucky watches you, hungry eyes glued to your glistening fingers when you pull them out. His tongue comes out to drag across his lips, and you know what he wants. Feeling a bit shy, but wanting to drive Bucky even wilder than you already have, you slowly reach out your hand until your fingers are hovering in front of Bucky’s face; an invitation. One that he graciously accepts, eagerly taking your fingers into his mouth. Bucky’s eyes nearly roll back as he tastes you, soft tongue lapping at your skin like it’s coated in a priceless wine.

“Buck,” you moan softly. “Lemme ride you, I wanna cum on your cock.” Your eager hands are frantic, undoing the stubborn buttons of your blouse as fast as you can manage. Bucky instinctively moves to help you, growling when the cuffs halt his movement. You feel dizzy with power, head swimming as you look down at Bucky. You could do anything to him, and for a moment you’re overwhelmed by the realization that he would let you. All you want to do is make him feel good.

You slide the blouse off of your shoulders--Bucky’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees that you’re braless--and bring your trembling fingers to caress the scruff at Bucky’s jaw. He leans into your touch, and you’re not sure which one of you is shaking worse. “Can I make you feel good now, baby?” You ask, voice a raspy drawl that sounds foreign to your ears. Bucky barely has the chance to nod before you start to kiss up his neck. Whatever response he had planned dies on the tip of his tongue as you drag yours across his skin.

Oh-so carefully, you reach under you to grasp Bucky’s throbbing cock and guide it to your soaked entrance. The second the head makes contact with your pussy, Bucky gasps wildly and jerks his hips up. He slips from your grasp as he manages to slip into your sex with little resistance. Your core clenches around the stretch and you moan raggedly. Fuck, he feels amazing. Thick and long and hitting every single spot that makes your toes curl.

You collapse onto Bucky’s chest with a whimper, trying your hardest to adjust to his size. Bucky nuzzles into your hair and murmurs words of encouragement, choked out praises. When your body stops feeling like it’s about to burst into flames, you brace your hands on either side of Bucky’s head and raise yourself up off of his hips. When you slide back down, both of you groan. You lift up again, and before you can make another move, Bucky shakes his head.

“Stay right there, doll. Keep those hips up for me,” he growls, and you don’t dare disobey. “I’m gonna wreck you, honey.” You’ve completely lost the upper hand; what dominance you may have had vanished the instant Bucky gave you an order.

You nearly bite through your lip when Bucky starts pistoning into you from below, each thrust knocking the wind out of you. He doesn’t start out slow, years of celibacy making him feral and desperate. You want to kiss him, grab his hair, something, but you’re frozen in place, helpless. Bucky snaps his hips into your ass with inhuman speed, and the obscene smacks of skin against skin sound like thunderclaps. It’s nothing compared to the sounds that fall from Bucky’s lips, though.

“Fuck, baby. Love how that p-pussy’s gripping me so tight.” Growls and groans interrupt his filthy praise, but it only makes him sound sexier. Gasps tear from your throat with every breath, and your eyes roll back. “Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you? Look at you, taking my cock so good. You’re mine. ”

The more Bucky talks, the closer you creep to the edge. You can feel it in your stomach, coiling tight and hot. “Bucky, I’m, I’m gonna-”

“Oh, god. Cum on me, baby doll. I, ah, I wanna feel it.” Bucky’s hair is sweat slicked, sticking to his face. His brows are knitted tight together, betraying his confidence. You feel his hips stuttering, then look down at those cloudy eyes and know he’s close, too. The cuffs rattle and the headboard creaks, and that’s what does you in. Knowing that Bucky is bound, and he is still the one absolutely ruining you for anyone else.

A cry of “Bucky!” escapes your mouth as your head snaps back. Your entire body goes rigid as you climax, pleasure rippling across your nerves like tiny atom bombs. Bucky keens as he feels you clamp around him, and fights to keep his hips moving to work you through your orgasm. It’s too much, though, and he sobs your name as he spills inside of you, going slack against the cuffs.

Your shaking thighs finally give out, and you sag against Bucky. As both of you attempt to catch your breath, euphoria settles over you like a cool blanket. It was about fucking time. With how Bucky just fucked you within an inch of your life, you decide that it was worth the wait. Still, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t tease Bucky just a bit. “I think if that headboard can survive being assaulted like that, I’ll be just fine,” you say, voice still unsteady.

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He wiggles his arms. “Can you get me out of these, though? I wanna hold my doll after making love to her.”

Your cheeks flush, but you roll off of Bucky to retrieve the key from your nightstand. With some fiddling, you unlock the handcuffs and set Bucky free. He stretches, loosening his stiff muscles, then pulls you back to his solid chest, stroking your tangled hair. “Thank you,” he whispers so softly that you aren’t sure if he actually said anything.

“Anything for you,” you reply just as quietly. You shift a bit to get more comfortable, and hear a crack. “Please tell me that wasn’t the headboard.”

Bucky glances up, then pats your head reassuringly. “It wasn’t the headboard.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was definitely the headboard.”

[cloudybarnes]

Call Me James

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader

Summary: at a party hosted by tony stark, bucky notices his girl laughing with a man he’s never seen before, and he doesn’t like it

Word Count: 1.3k +

Warnings: cursing, slight suggestive content 

Masterlist

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“Babe, what dress do you like more?” You turned around from the closet to show Bucky the two dresses you held up.

One was a wine red dress with a deep v-neckline and a tall slit up the leg. The other was a spaghetti strap, black dress with a slit similar to the red one. The neckline wasn’t plunging like the red but it was still gorgeous enough for you to have a hard time choosing. 

“God damn, doll.” Bucky whistled. “You’d look gorgeous in both of them, but you know I love it when you wear red for me.”

You giggled and put the black dress back in your closet. “I had a feeling you’d pick this one.” 

Bucky grinned and stepped closer to you so he could wrap his arms around your waist. He bent down to press a hard kiss to your lips. “You know me so well, doll.”

“I’d be a bad girlfriend if I didn’t know these things about you.”

“You could never be a bad girlfriend; you’re the best.”

“That’s not true! What if I forgot your birthday?” You giggled, linking your arms around his neck.

He smirked, “You’d never forget my birthday.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You laughed, and stepped out of his embrace. “I can do your tie for you, just let me put my dress on real quick.”

He nods as you pull of your sleep shirt, careful not to mess up your hair and makeup. You tugged off your shorts leaving you only in your underwear since you didn’t wear a bra.

Bucky groaned and stepped closer to you, resting his hands on your butt, giving it a little squeeze. “You’re killing me here, doll.”

You giggled as he started placing light, feathery kisses to your neck. “No marks please, not before the event.” You smirked, “After though...”

He grinned and pinched your nipple, making you yelp.

Bucky laughed, “Alright, gorgeous, have it your way.”

You chuckled, shaking you head. You unzipped the dress and stepped into it, tugging it above your breasts and slipping the small straps over your shoulders. You slipped your matching red heels on. 

“You mind zipping me, baby?”

Bucky shook his head and walked behind you. “Only seems fair since you’re gonna tie my tie for me.”

Bucky’s fingers gently grasped the zipper, and slowly slid it all the way where it stopped at your mid back. “There you go.” He whispered. 

You turned around with a smile, and tugged on his tie. After a quick movement, you finished with it. 

He tugged on the tie to adjust it to his liking, and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, baby.”

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers in yours. “You ready?” 

You nodded, and allowed him to drag you out the room and towards the stairs. Even before you reached them, you could hear the sound of music playing. Going down, the lights were dimmed. There was a bar in the main room and red lights placed all around.

“Looks like Stark went all out for this.” Bucky half-shouted. 

You nodded, “Yeah, the place looks really nice!”

“Hold on, Steve’s waving me over.” Bucky pointed his finger towards Steve who was grinning, motioning him over. Bucky turned to you, “You wanna come with me or hang here?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “You can go. I’m gonna head to the bar and grab us some drinks, then I’ll meet up with you.”

He gave your hand a squeeze and left to see what Steve wanted. You made your way over to the open bar and ordered Bucky’s favorite drink as well as a margarita for yourself. 

“(Y/N)?” 

You turned around from the bar and saw a face you were not expecting to see here.

“Miles?” You grinned.

He nodded his head and laughed. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m seeing you here. How long has it been, six years?”

“Five, I think. We’re not that old, Miles.” You teased.

He chuckled, and pulled you into a hug. You kept it short, and smiled at him. “What brings you to a Stark party?”

He smirked, “If you remember anything about it, I’d hope it’d be how amazing I am at getting into parties.”

You laughed and gently pushed on his shoulder. “Oh my god! I completely forgot. We used to get into some trouble at college. Remember that time you snuck us into Arabella’s party because they had front row concert tickets as party favors?”

He cackled. “And then we got thrown out because you spilled your drink on her.”

You giggled, “I’m a clumsy person, what can I say!”

From across the room, Steve nudged Bucky, stopping him from talking.

“Hey, what was that for?” 

Steve nodded his head in your direction. “Who’s the guy with (Y/N)?”

Bucky turned around and saw you standing by the bar, your guys’ drinks on the counter still as you chatted with a man he’d never seen before. 

Bucky saw you laughing with him and playfully nudging him. “I have no idea. I’m gonna head over there; I’ll catch up with you later.” He left Steve and strode over to you.

You could see Bucky walking towards you as you chatted with Miles. “Oh hey! I want to introduce you to someone.”

Just as you said that, Bucky came up and wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Hey, doll. Who’s your friend?”

You smiled, “This is Miles. We were best friends in college. Miles, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.”

Miles stuck out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

Bucky shook it. “Only my friends call me Bucky. You can call me James.”

Miles stammered, “Oh, yeah, nice to meet you... James.”

You shot Bucky a confused look. He usually lets everyone call him Bucky. 

He brushed your look off and placed his hand on your lower back. “So, what did you guys talk about?”

Miles’ smile slowly falters, “Just sharing some memories from school.”

“Oh really,” Bucky condescends. “I’d love to hear some. You know, since they were so funny.”

You arched your brow and looked at Bucky, trying to figure out what had gotten into him. 

“Oh, uh, okay. So basically we were just talking about one time we-”

“Oh my gosh,” Bucky fake gasped, “I’m so sorry, Mike, but my friend is waving us over so we’d better get going. It was nice talking to you, have fun at the party.”

Bucky dragged you along with him before you could even say good-bye to Miles, or correct Bucky on saying the wrong name.

“Buck, stop!” You pulled your hand out of his grasp. The two of you were far enough away from anyone else where you could talk. “What has gotten into you? You never act so cold to people.”

Bucky sighed and placed his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry, doll. It was just something about him that I didn’t like. I got a bad feeling.”

Your face softened as you watched Bucky try to explain himself. “But you didn’t even give him a chance to get to know you. And you made him call you James.” You lightly laughed.

He shook his head and groaned. “I know, that was weak. I just didn’t like seeing you with him. It’s not that I don’t want you to have friends, but you know, I don’t really like the thought of some random guy making you laugh.”

You stifled a laugh, “So you acted that way because you were jealous?”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m not jealous.”

You laughed and pointed at him, “You’re totally jealous!”

Bucky groaned hid his face in your neck. “Okay, fine! I’m jealous. It’s embarrassing enough, you don’t have to poke fun at me.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh anymore. “Baby, I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s kind of sweet that you care so much about me.”

Bucky lifted his head, and softly gazed into your eyes. “Of course I care about you. You’re everything to me, and I don’t ever want to lose you.”

You cooed, and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “I’m yours Bucky; I’ll only ever be yours.”

Bucky grinned and kissed you again, deeper than the last time. He gripped your face between his palms and smothered you in his love.

He pulled away breathless, and gave you one last quick peck.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you more. Now come on, let’s get back to this party.”

[sweetsbfreex]

lethologica

when you can’t think of the word for something...like this fic </3

Summary: Harry’s family navigating his impending fame, and the activity of reader and harry making their first belly cast

Warnings: fluff, slight angst?

Pairing: Husband, Dad!Harry x reader 

“Hey! We’re back!” you yelled out, Harry following closely behind you as he shut the door,  carefully slipping off your sneakers. It was pretty late at least for the two of you now. The sun was away, you and H coming back from your well deserved date night. 

At the familiar sound of the slamming door came the different steps of your kids. Shuffling down the steps from your view you could see the face of your oldest ahead of the covey, bolting towards the two of you. The various sounds of ‘mom’,’mummy’, and ‘dad’ spoken out. 

“You guys took forever” Sydnie; seventeen, was the first to say, exasperated as she latched onto you. But was quickly shuffled away by the twins. “Bloo” the seven year old was born a Penelope, but after watching her favorite show Winx Club when she was three. Demanded she be called after her favorite character Bloom, but couldn’t pronounce the name all the way through. If you had called her by official name she wouldn’t respond, going on about her day as if no one was there. And it had stuck since then, forever the stubborn one only to grow into a sweet, shy little girl.

 And Alec, fraternal twins who had just turned seven.

“Careful babies the baby, remember” Harry lightly reminded. With that reminder he had loosened his secure hold.

“Well sorry” you teased, kissing all their forehead quickly “But we bought you guys some food too” you reported, holding up the labeled bag.

They responded with excited statements, as Sydnie took the bag from your hold, running to the kitchen with her siblings. 

“My hugs!” Harry yelled out, hands cupping his mouth then putting his brawny arms out like a plane awaiting their bodies to clash into his. “ought to take away your allowance for that one” Harry teases, fingers stretching out to tickle anywhere they could. 

As a result he got a lively mix of groans, laughs, and pleas.

“Joking” Harry says abruptly, kissing each of their cheeks before conducting all of you to the kitchen, assisting the twins into their own seatings at the kitchen. The light above all of you illuminating the room.

Embarrassingly enough it had been when you were pulling the plastic containers from the brown bag that you realized you were missing a kid. 

“Where’s your brother?” you asked, opening Bloo’s Spaghetti and spreading it on the white plate.

“Talking to his girlfriend” Sydnie air quoted, rolling her father-like eyes.

“Why do you say it like that?” Harry asked, wonderingly his back turned, reaching for the Placemats, setting them in front of each child. Placing one in front of an empty stool for Chase. 

“Daddy, he’s delusional! I’ve told him a million times. She found out his last name, connected the dots, and now she’s interested. I would know it’s happened to me hundreds of times since middle school” she said indignantly.

Finishing the last plate up, from the side of your eyes you could see and sense his deflation at the statement. Always overthinking about their last names and what it would entail as they grow up with Harry Styles as their father. His top five worry ever since the first time you were pregnant. His breaking point, however, had been when Sydnie came home, furious. From a day from school finding out that some girl in her class had tried getting closer to her with ill intentions. 

He could also sense the worry that washed over you, catching your eye to let you know he was fine. 

“He’s old enough to know better. He’ll be fine Syd,” you let her know, reaching your hand to fix the hoodie that overshadowed her precious face.

“I wasn’t, it sucks and he’s not taking me seriously”

“Cause you’re full of it” shifting your eyes to the doorway, the sixteen-year-old walked in towards you. His arm over your shoulders before placing a kiss to your cheek. Then making his way to his dad, who had pulled him in setting a kiss to his temple. 

“You say that but just you wait!” she walked over to him quickly, flicking his the back of his head, shifting her way over to the fridge before he could retaliate. Pulling out a drink and some cups for everyone else, almost bustling into you, as you made your way to the microwave.

“Don’t wish that on your brother” Harry persisted.

“I’m not, but he better not come crying to me”

"Whatever” he paid her no mind, shifting the conversation to his parents. “How was your date?” he asked, setting himself at the island. 

“‘Was fine we went to the arcade, I beat mum’s butt––”

“He’s lying, I beat him at air hockey”

“Just air hockey mum?” Bloo asked, a slight lisp from her missing front teeth. Her attention strayed away while Sydnie placed her cup in front of her, filling it with juice.

“Sadly” you mimicked a pout, Harry smiling with a smug grin. 

“Then went to dinner. Guess what” he exclaimed, directing his energy towards Alec”

“Mummy looked so pretty tonight, some chum couldn’t stop eyeing her. So I had to give him a knuckle” he told the story, raising his fist and mirthfully brought it to Alec’s stomach. Eliciting giggles from his which bounced off to Bloo. The rest of you with gratified smiles at the meaningful interaction. 

“Why are you such a fibber tonight” you urged Harry, smacking his shoulder. 

“I’m not lying” he said, walking to you till he was hovering over your back, trying to annoy you with his insistent cheek kisses.

“Go away” you whined, faking your displeasure, shrugging your shoulders. The kids could note your slight smile except for him.

“Go away” he mocked.

“We all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly” Chase pointed out correctly. Thanking you as you set his plate of food in front of him. 

Harry stood across the herd,resting back against the quartz countertop, arms crossed. Until you cuddled yourself into his side. His arm reaching down so his thumb could rub against the side of your belly. Your arms encircled around his waist, head on his chest.

“Not true” he replied. 

“It’s okay, it’s why I married you” you sweetly said with a smile adoring your face. He could only look down at you with a close lipped smile reflecting yours, his dimple digging deep. Leaning down to kiss you, filling you up with his love for you. 

Both of you had pulled away abruptly from the range of disgusted protests and a slam of an utensil. All except for sweet, shy Bloo. Who had watched with a smile on her face idolizing the love of her parents, swearing it was like the Disney movies. Like her favorite Princess and the Frog.

“We’re trying to eat!” Chase had said dramatically, pasta in his mouth. Sydnie covers her eyes with both hands, while Alec stuck out his tongue finger to his mouth. 

“None of you would be here, if it wasn’t for this” you emphasized, your finger waving between you and H. 

“No duh, you both won’t stop having children” Sydnie overstated, shuddering stagy. 

- 

It was late now, all of you stayed downstairs, more overdue than intended. The twins went down an hour early before the other two. Chase and Sydnie finished their meals for the night and instead of leaving, stayed up talking to their parents.

In your sleep shorts and a light weight tank top, your hands were in Harry’s who was massaging them softly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked feebly, peeking up at the overly focused man. 

“We’ve had this conversation a handful of times, don’t see why we need to have it again” he replied, glancing at you quickly.

“I know, but it might make you feel a little better” you tried again not wanting to push him too far. 

“I–It’s just” he had to stop for a minute, his throat closing up too much to even speak clearly. You propped yourself up against the headboard, your lower back aching a little bit, adjusting Harry so his red tainted face was laid on your shoulder. 

You could only coo at him, kissing his forehead, while your hand ran laxly on the side of his face. Your fingers brushing against the slight scruff against his cheek. Before moving your arm so your hand could massage his scalp at the back of his neck. Letting your fingers run through his lengthy hair at the same time. Your other arm reaches over to pluck a piece of tissue from the box, wiping under his nose softly. 

“Just want them to have a normal life like you and me, it isn’t fair to them that they’ve got to deal with shit like this constantly because of me”

“Baby don’t say that, regardless of it all they’d still have to go through life meeting awful people”

“It isn’t the same y/n, with people like them they know the reason is because of their stupid last name.”

“H” you start sternly, rocking the both of you slowly “Don’t say stuff like that, you think if they had to choose you wouldn’t be their dad? They cherish you so much. I know it sucks I do, but you’re an amazing dad, there’s no one better for them. They would never hold something like that against you, they love you too much to”

“You’re a brilliant mum too. I’m sorry”

“You don’t need to apologize baby” You stopped rocking the two of you slowly, smiling down at him only to see: glossy somber eyes, a subtle simper, and a hiccuping chest.  

-

“Stomachs getting bigger” he stated, his hand rubbing against your stomach absentmindedly.

“Thank you baby, just what every girl wants to hear” 

“No! Not like that beautiful. Just meant now people can see your pregnant again”

“I’m teasing H, I promise the hormones haven’t kicked in yet.”

“Finally get to sleep with ur boobs in front of me every night” He said smugly, naturally looking at you for his favourable reaction.

“You’re such a child” you return, pinching his arm lightly “You wouldn’t want to put it in the nursery?” you ask.

“Wherever you want angel”

That radiant morning led you to now, an impromptu family trip to Target, the kids getting whatever their hearts desired–– to an extent–– while you and Harry stood here astonished by the arrays of different casting kits. 

You raise your conjoined hands to point your finger at a baby blue box.

“That one? Genie told me that’s the one she bought” you queried.

He inspected it, twisting the box practically reading every word, before turning to look at the ingredients. 

“H you probably don’t know what half of those things are”

He shrugged his shoulder in response, looking at the box one last time. “Sure it was this one?” 

“Positive”

You were both meant to go find the kids until they had bustled around the corner, Chase pushing the loaded cart while everyone walked ahead. At the view of his parents. Alec had run ahead towards the two of you a motor car in his hand. 

“Mummy! Daddy! May I get this please?” he asked, raising the toy above his head. 

“Can I get this too please?” Bloo asked quietly, a lego set sat up in her palms.

“You guys were meant to keep them away from the toys” Harry told the older two. Knowing this would just add to their continual influx of toys. “Yes you guys can, go ahead and put it in the cart”

Alec had done his little dance, skipping his way back to the cart while Bloo walked herself carefully. Placing her set down as low as she could without causing any noise or crushing anything else. 

“You both get everything you need?” you asked, following after the twins along with Harry, placing the kit into the cart. 

You looked down at everything noticing some groceries, a few skincare items, a book, something for their rooms, and other things you couldn’t find that laid underneath everything else.  

“Yep, ready to leave when you are” Sydnie had responded.

“Okay let’s head out, Styles” Harry exclaimed, as low as he could, to not disrupt anyone else, Clapping his ringed hands together once.

“Dude, you’re such a dad” Chase quipped.

“Almost like I’ve been raising kids for seventeen years huh?” He jested back, eyes opening wide in faux disbelief, traveling to bother Chase some more. 

Giggling at the two, you looked down when you felt a body pressing into your leg. Familiar arms around your thigh. A distraught Bloo, looking up at you, her chin resting against your thigh.

“What is it, baby?” you asked, softly, tuning out the rest of your family.

“There’s a lady over there. She keeps looking at us” she informed you, pointing her dainty finger discreetly as she could to the woman at the end of the aisle. 

Being only seven the twins had a mutual understanding on why their dad had to leave at times, but that decreased once more when you had fallen pregnant again. They understood all the rules. 

a) if anyone was ever following, acting suspiciously always let mum or dad know–– if dad was there, definitely dad. b) never talk back to the idiots with the bulky cameras. c) Be careful who you talk to and what you say, some people aren’t always what they may seem. 

“H” you called him over.

He walked over to the two of you, eyebrows elevated in question. His hand instinctively brushing over bloo’s hair.

“Uhm maybe we should send the kids to checkout” you tilted your head backward at the not so prudent woman with the shocked face. Her phone pointing towards the two of you. 

You undoubtedly saw the happiness of his face shift to one of vexation and frustration as he glanced quickly, shrewdly at the woman. He extended his hand out to rub your elbow soothingly, nodding wearily. 

He turned to the kids, masking his face as best as he could. “You guys go ahead and save a spot for us, me and your mum are gonna grab one last thing”

They didn’t care much, just wanting to get home as quickly as they could, Sydnie grabbing both of the twins’ hands. 

-

Harry had kindly walked up to the woman, a displayed smile on his face, asking her to delete whatever she had managed to collect. You watched the encounter from the side, rubbing your belly softly, filled with mild angst. 

She had apologized profusely (the embarrassment seeping in her voice), the kindness in Harry letting her know it was fine as long as he could watch her delete everything. 

From her camera roll, Harry could see a video still of before the kids came, when you and him were looking for a casting kit. And some other videos of the family loitering in the target section. 

He bid her a tight-lipped goodbye, after he kindly asked her again, though it was starting to run low, to go to her recently deleted–– he wasn’t the most tech savvy but he also wasn’t an idiot. Once that was ultimately done, he locked your hand into his. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, securing your other arm up to wind around his.

“Just tired of the bullshit...” he sighed. He was just happy that he was able to protect his family this time. 

You halt him swiftly; he looks back at you in confusion, until you lug him down for as much of a hug as you could. Feeling his shoulders sag in relaxation and his arms winding around your waist. 

-

You stood next to Harry, in front of one of the sinks, reading the instructions. 

“So we start with the lubricant first, use these...” holding up a roll of the plaster tape “dip them into warm water, and just putting them on” you informed Harry of your summary.

He nodded, his lip between his fingers as his eyes roamed over the paper once again. “I’ll go get you a chair, pee before we start” He yelled over his shoulder.

He walked back in, a wooden chair between his hands. Setting it to the floor gently, smiling at you to take a seat. Walking back to the sink,resting his hip against the packet of lubricant in his hand. 

You smiled back at him as you took your seat. Deeming it be fit to wear running shorts and a tank top. Harry only in a pair of his joggers. Surprisingly after four kids, this was your first time trying a belly cast and you were a bit nervous wanting it to look just as perfect as it could–– adding your husband being a precisionist into the mix there was no guessing how this would turn out. 

“Take off your top” Harry said smugly, bringing the white packet to his teeth– side eying you–– while he ripped it off. Turning to start the camera propped up on the counter. You insisted this had to be recorded as a little keepsake for the two of you. 

You could only roll your eyes, trying hard not to feed into his ego. But the heat rising from your neck reported him otherwise. Tucking your arms back in the arm holes and raising the shirt off your body. Your body is bare except for the shorts adorning your legs. 

Ogling at you like a caveman playfully at the sight of your boobs out and about, eliciting quick giggles from you. He walked up to you clasping your face between his palms, pressing your aglow cheeks together lightly–– the white, cold packet sitting against your left cheek lightly. Giving you three earnest kisses to your lips and leaning down in front of you, giving a peck to your belly button. 

He squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers, deciding to start under your belly. You hissed at the sudden coldness hitting your skin. 

“Okay?” he asked, eyes a bit wide and mouth slightly open.

“A little cold, but you can continue” you let him know. 

He got at it quickly, once he finished that area he stood up a bit getting the sides of your stomach coated. Once he had finished, you stood up looking in the mirror at the shine of your stomach. 

“Now for the fun part” clapping your palms together sitting back down, wistfully watching Harry wash his hands of the substance. He got the scissors cutting the strips of various sizes. Walking to you at times to make sure it fits properly. 

‘Wouldn’t it be easier if I was next to you’ you asked.

Only to be replied with ‘No reason to have you on your feet, if I can walk to you.’ He unquestionably is just a bag of sunshine and everything good in the world.

Filling the sink with warmish water and placing on gloves. Snapping it on dramatically as if he was a doctor in a drama series.  

“Dork”  

He walked over with the first strip in his hand, water dripping behind him as he stepped closer to you. You pulled out your phone quickly wanting to capture a cute picture of this. Right as he placed the first strip you snapped the image. The only thing being seen was your protruded belly and below, his hands placing the plaster tape to your stomach, and a small tuft of his hair from the top of the picture. 

He pulled away proudly, smiling down at his work, with his hands on his hips. “Look at that, looks perfect huh?”

“You’re doing good so far H” you confirmed.

-

It was only fifteen minutes later, half of your stomach–– and that wasn’t saying much.

“Baby it’s fine we’ll just sand it down” you tried to convince H for the last time, but he was stubborn as ever.

His mouth open in excessive concentration, puzzled brows pulled together as he removed the plaster for the fifth time. And from your point of view, you swore, he placed it back on the exact same spot.

“Just wait” he sighed, it wasn’t where he wanted it to be.

“Harry, we’re gonna be forever” you sighed, swaying your feet softly until one of them accidentally knocked into Harry’s leg. He looked down at you, eyes telling you to quit it. 

“See there, you big baby” he grumbled.

“You’ve set it back into the same spot!” you exclaimed.

“No I haven’t, you’re just impatient...sounded a little brit there” he hummed, turning his back to you as he grabbed another slip. 

“Shut up!” 

-

Then there was, naturally, the sudden interruption.

Bloo had stumbled into the bathroom, expressing out about something one of her brothers did when she stopped taking into account, trying to figure out what was wrong with her mum. 

She gasped, eyes wide at the greying stuff. “What’s wrong with mummy?” she asked, looking between the two of you. 

“Turning mummy into a mummy!” He screeched, holding up a plaster strip. 

She brought her hands up to her mouth eyes growing only wider, her lip already starting to tremble. 

“You and your stupid dad jokes” you pulled Bloo closer to you, turning her back to Harry flipping him off behind her head. 

“We’re just doing a cast, don’t worry baby. Remember that episode of Jessie when Ravi got that mask stuck on Luke’s face and ripped his eyebrows off” you explained, She laughed at the connection of the episode. 

“Kind of like that, but without the eyebrows and we’re just using my belly” bringing your thumb to brush her brows up and the corner of her mouth clean. God what were they doing down there.

“Ohh okay that makes more sense.” you smiled back at her. 

-

And Harry who had a bit too much fun when it came to the upper portion of the cast. Acting like Alec does when Paw patrol was on or when Sydnie when her dad allowed her his card to shop. Finding any reason to smooth down the cast with his wet hands. Or taking his time to cover your nipple, using his thumb to level it out. A haughty expression on his face growing the higher he got from your belly button. 

“You’re acting as if we don’t have sex or take showers together” you tell him, popping another goldfish into your mouth (But not the good ones, the disgusting wheat ones Harry urged you and everyone else in the house to eat instead.)

“As if you don’t act like this when I take off my shirt”

He got you there, looking up at you to see you were not going to give him the eye contact he wanted. Your lips closed tight.

He delicately planted the last strip over the top of one of your breasts. 

“Wait, it doesn’t look right” 

“Harry!”

“Just joking y/n, now we wait five minutes and we can pop this off, sand it, and decorate it however you want” he told you, smiling at the finished product, leaning down to kiss your forehead then your lips.

“Wanna do it like this” you twisted your phone around to show him the image on Pinterest. A light blue belly cast, but you wanted it a pretty purple color, that was held against a frame, with butterflies of surveying sizes going across/diagonally the cast.

“However you want lovie” he told you again, pulling your head to his stomach, leaning down to kiss your head. Your arms winding across his waist.

“Thank you” you hummed in satisfaction. 

– – – – – 

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thank you to the anon who requested this!

[babymetaldoll]

Dada (Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader)

Requested: Yes "Hi I recently started reading your fics and I'm absolutely in love with them. My favorite is "From Daddy to dad" I think it's called. I was wondering if you would be doing a part 2 for that since the reader was pregnant and with a girl this time, it'll be amazing to see Matthew with his daughter🥺"

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader/ and their kids

Summary: Matthew is crazy for his daughter Mila, and all he wants is for everyone to know she can already say "dada." Spoiler alert, Mila might have other plans.

Category: Fluffiest fluff

Warnings: Zero

Word count: 1,3K

A/N: Hello everybody! I'm taking care of my grandparents for two weeks, and I haven't got much time to write. Dear Anon, I hope you like this fluff! 💜 ✨

Masterlist

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Matthew felt there was a part of his heart that had never beat until he held his little baby girl in his arms for the very first time.

Her tiny hand touched his thumb, and just like that, she had him. All of him. In a way that he had never felt before.

Matthew Gray thought he knew love after meeting his wife. He thought he had understood loving someone till the bones when his son was born.

Now, Matthew knew what it felt like to be ecstatic and paranoid at the same time. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that might hurt his daughter.

Matthew Gray Gubler was going to be an overprotective father for Mila. And he wasn't even sorry in advance for everything he was going to do to keep her safe. Oh, all the times he was going to embarrass her growing up.

Having kids had changed Matthew's life. He wasn't the same man he was four years before when Vincent was born. And now, having a little girl... he felt he had a purpose in life. Taking care of his princess.

- "Ok, Bean, now please help me and keep these socks on until we get to the car, or mom is gonna kill me"- ten months old Mila chuckled and played with her legs as her father tried to get her dressed.

- "Come on, princess. Help me a little here. Dad needs to put you these cute mismatched socks on"

- "Dada!"- a soft, happy giggle followed Mila's first word. The baby looked at her father and reached out her tiny hands to him, trying to play with his messy hair.

Matthew couldn't even breathe. His eyes were filled with tears as an immense grin lodged on his lips.

- "What did you just say?"- he asked his daughter, trying to stay calm, to not scare her- "Who am I? do you know who I am?"

- "Dada!!"- little Mila repeated and giggled.

- "Yes, I am! I am your dada!! You are my princess, and I am your dada!" Gubler held his daughter in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks and tummy over and over again, making her chuckle.

Vincent's first word had been "mama." Matthew never accepted he had always been a little jealous about that, mostly 'cos he had spent hours trying to get him to say "Dad." With Mila, he didn't even try it, but it made sense that was her first word. After all, her dad was with her all day, every day.

Yes. Matthew Gray Gubler was obsessive with his daughter. He took her everywhere with him.

- "Bunny!!! Bunny!!"- Matthew ran out the house holding Mila, hyperventilating- "Bunny!!"

- "Honey! What is it?! are you ok?! is Mila ok?!"- (Y/N) freaked out 'cos Gubler was way too nervous looking for her.

- "Listen!! Listen!! Listen!!"- he held his daughter close to (Y/N) and asked- "Bean, who am I?"- but nothing. (Y/N) looked at her baby and kissed her forehead. Mila giggled and raised her tiny arms to her.

- "Mila, who am I?"- Matthew repeated, trying to hold her closer to him. But Mila started pouting, trying to go with her mom until Gubler gave up and let her go.

- "She said ˝dada," I swear!"- Matthew explained (Y/N), who smiled at him and looked at Mila sweetly.

- "Did you start talking already? can you say ˝dada", Bean?- but the baby just babbled and giggled.

- "I'm gonna get you to repeat it, Bean, even if it takes the rest of the day- he said to his daughter seriously. And he meant it.

****

The Gublers had a quiet day. Their whole plan was to take the kids to a quick check-up with the doctor because Vincent had had chickenpox a few weeks earlier, along with all of his preschool class 'cos one kid passed it on to all the kids.

After that, they had lunch in one of their favorite places, 'cos neither of them felt like cooking. And while the waitress came with their order, Matthew tried to get Mila talking again.

- "Hello there, baby girl"- he held her in his arms and kissed her cheeks- "Can you say "dada" again?"- but Mila just babbled.

- "Why are you so obsessed with her talking?"- (Y/N) asked her husband, smiling- "Once they start, they never stop,"- she added and looked at Vincent. He was sitting on her lap, drawing, and singing a Paw Patrol song.

- "I'm not obsessed. I just want you to hear Mila saying it."

- "Are you still jealous because Peanut said "mama" five minutes before you got him to say "dada"?"

- "I have never been jealous of that!"- Matthew had always been jealous of his wife because of that. He was never going to admit it, though.

- "Ok, honey. Whatever helps you sleep at night"- (Y/N) teased him helped Vincent with his drawing. Gubler looked at Mila and kissed the top of her head.

- "Who am I, Bean?"- but again, Mila just smiled.

****

- "Bunny! I'm going to get something for dinner. We ran out of cheese and ice cream- Matthew announced to his wife, who was playing with Vincent in their family room. Gubler had been carrying Mila with a baby wrap carrier the whole day, still trying to get her to say "dada" again. By then, the little girl had fallen asleep against his chest.

- "Great, can you get some tomato sauce? I'm in the mood for pasta for dinner,"- (Y/N) said, and Vincent wide opened his eyes, excited with the idea. He loved spaghetti.

- "And what do you need, Peanut?"

- "A truck, green paint, and babana pudding."

- "Banana pudding?"- Gubler corrected, chuckling and his son nodded with a huge grin- "You got it."

Walking around the store, talking with his daughter, Matthew felt he was home. Mostly because that was what he would do most of the day, he carried baby Mila everywhere:

To the store, and would ask her for her opinion of every brand of candy he would get.

To the set, along with Vincent. He would play with them between shots and tell everyone they were his kid, like the proud father he was.

He carried Mila for long walks around the neighborhood when she started teething and didn't let (Y/N) sleep at night, so his wife and son could nap together.

- "Dada!"- Mila yelled and touched her father's face smiling- "Dada!! Dada! Dada!"- she repeated over and over again.

Gubler moved quickly, trying to grab his phone from his pocket to record his baby daughter, but by the time he got it, Mila was silent again.

- "Are you trying to make me look bad in front of your mom?"- he asked the baby and kissed her cheeks sweetly.

- "This ain't over yet, missy."

****

- "Finally, Vincent is asleep,"- Matthew whispered, crawling into bed with his wife- "And it only took me five books."

(Y/N) chuckled and caressed her husband's hair, her fingers playing sweetly with his curls.

- "That's probably your fault. You are too good impersonating voices"- and Gubler chuckled. - "I mean it. You make an amazing Mufasa. James Earl Jones would be jealous."

- "Simba"- Matthew said in a low voice, making (Y/N) laugh.

- "Dada!"

There was a deep silence in the room. (Y/N) and Matthew looked at each other with widened eyes.

- "Dada!"- Mila repeated, giggling, her tiny voice coming from the baby monitor.

- "I told you she could say it!!"- Gubler smiled triumphantly to his wife, and she leaned in to kiss his lips.

- "I am happy you are her first word, honey. That baby girl is crazy for you, as you are for her. She is a daddy's girl for sure"- Gubler chuckled, feeling proud in a way. It was like his daughter was approving his parenting.

- "Dada!"- Mila said again, and Matthew giggled.

- "Someone is calling for you,"- (Y/N) whispered, feeling her husband kissing her again.

- "Dada duty calls"- he answered with a big smile- "Got any reading request?"

- "Any Dr. Seuss would be nice,"- (Y/N) said and kissed his lips for the third time. - "I'll keep the monitor on"

- "I'll make my best Cat in the Hat impersonation."  

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Five Times He Almost Kissed You, The One Time He Did || Matthew Casey

Author’s Note: This is going to be a new series I am starting. There will be similar one-shots coming out for selected members of One Chicago, so keep an eye out. First up is Chicago Fire! Gif by @dawsonscasey​

One...

The last call hadn’t gone according to plan. Sometimes these things happen, but when you end up missing someone on the fourth floor of an apartment building fire, it becomes hard not to dwell on that fact.

Matt missed somone, he could have sworn that the entire floor was clear. He checked every room, every hiding place a person was likely hiding. He found nothing.

A soft knock came from behind him, alerting him that there was someone there. When Matt turned, he released a long relieved sigh as his eyes landed on your form. You stood in the doorway to his quarters, leaning against the doorframe with your arms folded casually over your chest. “Hey, thought I would check up on you, see how you were doing” You spoke softly, smiling at him sweetly the way you always did when you spoke to him. You had only recently transferred to the 51 a few months ago, but god, Matt was grateful that there was someone like you at the firehouse. You always put others before yourself, no matter how you were feeling in that current moment. You were the kind of person who would go above and beyond for your tem, and Matt admired that so much.

He released another long sigh, turning around in his chair to face you fully. “I’m okay...” He replied, not entirely convincing himself as he forced himself to speak “really, I’m fine”. The expression on your delicate features told him that you weren’t one-hundred percent convince by his answer either, your eyes narrowing slightly as you stepped into his quarters. As you sat down on his cot with a small huff, a small thought crossed Matt’s mind. He looked at the clock above you on the wall, shift had ended over half an hour ago. Everyone, including Boden, would have left by now. You were the only two souls left in the firehouse. You had stayed behind to make sure that he was okay.

For a brief second, an image of his lips on yours flashed through his mind before he shook himself back into reality. What the hell was he thinking? He did have great admiration for you, that was certain. But he couldn’t make a move on you, not now. He had just broken up with Gabby, and he wasn’t ready for another relationship yet. But the way you place your hand on his shoulder, and offerred to buy him a beer to try and drown his sorrows with a sympathetic yet joking smile, Matt was finding it increasingly hard to ignore the growing butterflies in his stomach.

Two...

The 51 was celebrating Boden’s birthday at Molly’s, and Matt was sitting beside you at one of the tables. You were leaned against the wall, sitting side on to face him. The two of you had been talking non-stop all night, making jokes here and there, and just having general light-hearted conversations.

“Wait, you broke your arm-”

“By falling down the stairs, yes. I was a very clumsy child”

“And yet you became a firefighter, how ironic”

When your mouth fell agape in shock, Matt descended into a fit of laughter, flinshing lightly as you playfully punched his shoulder. “Wow, that was so uncalled for” You pouted, folding your arms over your chest with a huff. Matt leaned forward and placed his hand on your forearm “I’m only joking, you know that right?” Matt stated lowly, genuinely wondering if he had upset you or not. But when your lips formed a taunting and mischievous smirk, Matt knew he had fallen for your facade.

You began to giggle, your cheeks flushing a bright red as Matt pulled away from you, his lips parting in disbelief. He watched as you descended into laughter, your eyes sparkling in the gold fairy lights strewn throughout the bar. In that moment, Matt almost kissed you. Almost. You just looked so beautiful, so carefree, a completely different attitued to the one you wore at the firehouse. You were just so...so perfect. Shaking himself from him daze, it was now his turn to pout as he folded hims arms over his chest, mimicking your earlier posture. “Wow, you actually made me feel bad for saying that”.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to I was joking-”

“You used my own tactic against me!”

You laughed again, shying away from Matt’s playful gaze until your name was called loudly from across the bar. Matt followed your gaze to meet the teasing smirk of Mouch. He waved you over, gesturing towards Otis behind the bar. Matt turned back to face you when he heard you sigh. “That’s my que” You joked, carefully manouvering out of your seat with a small smile. “i’ll see you later, okay” You spoke kindly, placing your hand on his shoulder. Matt’s stomach fluttered with butterflies at your touch, but he nodded nonetheless. :Sure, you still need a ride home right?”

“You’re not planning on leaving me here are you Matthew Casey?”

“Of course not, I was just making sure” Matt replied, dodging your hand as you tried to ruffle his hair. With a successful huff, Matt turned to watch you as you made your way over to the bar, smiling a kind greeting at Mouch and Otis as the three of you began to talk.

Matt knew he was falling for you, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from doing so.

Three...

“Thank you so much for today Matt, I really appreciate it” You spoke gratefully, serving a beautifully cooked helping of spaghetti bolognese. Matt waved his hand dismissively, taking one of the bowls from your hand with a kind smile “I really don’t mind Y/n, I’m happy to help out” He replied, following you over towards the dining room table.

Matt had overheard you talking to Herrmann and Mouch about how to go about replacing a broken window, which had been shattered when two young boys accidentaly kicked a ball through your bedroom window. ‘It was a rather rude wake-up call’ He heard you say, and he offered to fix it for you then and there. He could tell that you were surpised by his offer, but he was relieved that you had said yes. And now, he sat across from you eating dinner. It was a nice feeling.

“Seriously, I can’t thank you enough. You didn’t have to do this” “I know, but like I said, I honestly don’t mind”. Your small smile made his stomach backflip, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence. After eating, the two of you talked and talked, laughing and joking about anything and everything. “Otis was telling me that they need an extra hand at Molly’s, but given my clumsy history I told him I’d think about it” You explained, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly. Marr gave you a confused expression “I think you should take it, I mean its a good job, plus you’re already amongst friends” He reasoned, watching as your eyes lit up with a brightness that made him feel lighter.

With a small clear of your throat, you stood up, moving to clear the bowls from the table. However, Matt beat you too it. “Here, I’ll take them” He spoke kindly, smiling down at you cheekily as he carefully took the bowls from your hands. “Are you sure? I’m fine doing-” “No, you cooked! It’s only fair that I clean-” Matt stopped abruptly upon realising how close the two of you actually were. His face was just inches away from your own, so close that he could have kissed you had he leaned forward to close the gap. Matt almost did, had it not been for the ringtone of his phone which completely ruined the mood.

Grumbling under his breath, Matt placed the bowls back onto the table and removed his phone from his pocket. His eyes widened, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. “Boden needs us back at the firehouse” He explained, placing his phone back in his pocket as he followed you towards your door. “Did Boden say why he needed us?” “No, he just said it was urgent” He replied, quickly jogging over to the driver side of his car. When he looked up, he saw you standing beside his passenger door. “Mind if I tag along?” You asked, smiling teasingly whilst gesturing to the passenger seat with your head. Without a second thought, Matt nodded “Jump in, and hold on”.

Four...

Matt certainly wasn’t expecting you to ask him to be your date to your brother’s wedding, but he was more than happy to go.

The last few shifts had been rough, rougher than most, so escaping to the picturesque scene of a wedding was exactly what he needed to clear his mind. And besides, it was an open bar. Fixing his tux as he stepped out of his car, Matt was adjusting his tie when he heard rushed footsteps coming from inside your house as he knocked on the door to announce his arrival. “I’ll be there in a second Matt! I can’t find my damn purse!” He heard you cry, chuckling to himself quietly as he shook his head in amusement. “Okay, I’ll just wait by the car!” He replied, turning around and heading back down the stairs. He didn’t even make it down to the sidewalk before he heard the door to your house close.

As Matt turned, his breath was immediately knocked out of him. You stood at the top of the staircase wearing a beautiful light blue dress, with your hair tied into a delicate bun with a few loose strands here and there. Matt was so incredibly stunned, that he hadn’t realised that you were actually speaking to him. He shook his head quickly “Uh, sorry what did you say?” He asked somewhat sheepishly, flushing a light pink in embarrassment. You laughed, smiling happily as you walked down the stairs to join him. “I said, how do I look?” You asked again, waiting nervously for his reply.

Looking you up and down, Matt wanted nothing more than to kiss you. You just looked so beautiful, so...

Matt took a deep breath, calming his racing heart as he spoke “You look absolutely breathtaking”. Your smile made his heart skip a beat, your cheeks turning a bright red. “Then shall we go?” You asked timidly “after the week we’ve had, I can’t wait for the reception”. Matt laughed loudly as he held out his arm toward you “I think we shall, m’lady” He taunted, raising a teasing eyebrow in your direction as your looped your arm through his.

Five...

Herrmann had brought his family to the firehouse for a visit, and as usual, they were running around like wild animals, their loud shouts and screams giving everyone a headache.

Herrmann was just about at the end of his tether, as he sat opposite you and Matt in the common room with his head in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m going to do...” Herrmann whined, “no matter what I tell them, they just won’t be quiet”. You pressed your lips into a thin line, sighing lightly through your nose. Matt watched from the corner of his eye as you quickly stood up, calling out to each child by name. As if by magic, Lee, Luke, Max, Annabelle and little Kenny all immediately fell silent. They all turned to face you with confused but smiling expressions, whilst Matt and Herrmann watched you in a dumbfounded stupour.

You knelt down in front of the five children with a bright smile on your face. “Hey, listen your dad kind of has a teeny tiny headache from the last call we went on, and he just needs a few moments of peace and quiet, okay? If you guys can be quiet for just a few minutes, I’ll take you all out for ice cream after the shift ends. How does that sound?” You reasoned, earning a few silent nods and murmers of agreement in response.

“Okay, I think a few of the other guys were playing hacky sack on front of the firehouse, why don’t you guys go see if you can join them?” You suggested, laughing lightly as the five children all raced out of the common room with excited giggles and the occasional squeal. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you turned back to face Matt and Herrmann, finding that their gaze was already on you with wide eyes and dropped jaws. As you moved back over to your seat beside Matt, Herrmann scoffed in disbelief. “How the hell did you do that!?” He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation whilst he waited for your answer. As your shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, Matt watched you in complete awe. He had no idea that you were this amazing with kids. He didn’t know why he was so surprised, he supposed that the situation never presented itself.

But after seeing the way you handled Herrmann’s kids, how you were so kind and caring, how your voice was soft and delicate...he felt his heart begin to beat wildly in his chest. It felt strange to think about you that way, having kids of your own someday, a part of him hoped that one day, he would have kids too. When your eyes briefly met his with that teasing smirk of yours on your lips, Matt suddenly had the overwhelming urge to kiss you. But he didn’t, not in front of Herrmann, he wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way about him the way he did you. So he pushed down that feeling, and instead smiled happily in your direction as you continued to converse with Herrmann.

The one time he did...

You were the only one still inside the apartment complex as it went up in flames.

Your last call over the radio stated that you were headed up to the fifth floor to retrieve a resident’s daughter who was trapped inside their apartment. That was five minutes ago.

You had been silent ever since, and Matt was getting worried. What if something had happened to you? What if you were trapped too? Matt turned to Boden, who looked just as worried as he was. “Chief, let me go back in. She might need-”

Before Matt could finish uttering his sentence, the top three floors of the apartment complex exploded, including the fifth floor. Bright orange flames engulfed the outside of the building, thick black smoke rising into the Chicago night sky. “Y/n!” Matt shouted, starting to rush toward the buring building entrance. However, he was stopped by Severide and Mouch, who forcefully held him back as he struggled against their hold. He could faintly hear Boden calling you over the radio due to the roaring of the flames, he could hear the mother of the mother of the girl inside screaming for her daughter. Gabby and Shay stood on standby, their eyes gleaming with unshed tears as they waited...and waited...and waited.

Boden lost his temper, “Damnit L/n, respond!” He shouted furiously, though he waited anxiously for your reply. Several agonising minutes passed by, there was still no word from you. Matt was starting to lose hope. No, you couldn’t be...you just couldn’t. You were always careful, always vigilant. There was no way you could be gone. There was till so much he needed to say to you, Matt’s heart almost stopped at the mere thought of never being able to tell you that he loved you.

The door to the complex flew open, thick smoke billowing out through the doorway. Everyone held their breath, the usually busy street was now completely silent. Aft first, Matt thought it was the sheer force of the fire that had almost knocked the door off its hinges, the weight of immense dread and grief consuming him as he struggled to stay on his feet. The cold harsh reality of the situation began to set in. You were gone.

Then Severide was rushing towards the door, shouting for Gabby and Shay to follow. And as if by some miracle, you stumbled through the doorway with the little girl in your arms, your mask covering the girl’s face. Matt released a choked sob as he watched Severide take the girl from your arms, handing her over to Gabby and Shay before he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug. Matt began to jog forward, pure elation and happines filling him as he heard your voice. “Why the hell didn’t you answer your radio!?” Kelly shouted angrily, though his happy tears and slight laugh of disbelief conveyed different emotions altogether. You coughed slightly, looking up at Severide shyly “A bit of debris caught my shoulder, breaking the damn thing in two. I couldn’t have responded even if I wanted too”.

Removing his helmet as he moved past Severide, Matt tossed it aside and gently cupped both sides of your face before dipping down and pulling you into a gentle yet passionate kiss. You were completely taken aback at first, surprised that this moment was even happening. But eventually you reciprocated the kiss, not caring about the cheerful shouts coming from the rest of your colleagues who watched on in pure joy. The two of you pulled away breathlessly, as Matt’s teary gaze examined every inch of your smoke-covered face. “Promise me, that you will never do that again” He whispered quietly, his voice breaking slightly as his eyes fixated on every minor burn, every speck of ash that flecked your skin. You nodded curtly, sniffling slightly as your tear-filled eyes met Matt’s. “I promise”. 

[laurenairay]

We’ll Shine Together - C. Kreider

Summary: Chris knows the perfect way to wind down at the end of the day.

Word count: 1k words

Warnings: fluff?

A/N: just a little sweet something for @tippedbykreider 💖 hope this puts a smile on your face!

*

To say that today had been long was an understatement. Phone call after phone call, a list of emails the length of your arm, pointless meetings that could’ve just been more emails….and to make it worse, you’d even missed lunch in the mess of it all.

Days like today didn’t happen often, being honest, but when they did happen they really ruined your whole energy. In the past, you would’ve stayed in that low place for hours, going straight home to mope on the sofa in your pyjamas with a tub of ice cream. You would’ve struggled into bed and struggled out of bed the next morning, fighting to break out of that fog.

But not anymore.

Now, it was all you could do to ignore your rumbling stomach, trying to muffle the growls under your sweater, to just get through the day. Because what - or rather, who - was waiting for you at home would make things immediately better. He always did.

Chris.

Come rain or shine, summer or winter, laughter or sadness, stress or peace, Chris stood always by your side. Sometimes it was to offer a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes it was to wrap his arms around you in the ultimate comforting hug. Sometimes it was to top up your wine glass with a wicked grin, full of promises for later. But it didn’t matter what the situation was - he was always there, ready.

And today was no different.

The moment you opened your front door, the smell of your family favourite spaghetti bolognese filled the air; the rich tomato, red wine and beef mince scents making your hungry stomach kick up its growls a notch. How did he always know? You had barely talked to him all day - how did he always figure out exactly what you needed?

“Honey I’m home!” you called, teasing only slightly.

Only slightly, because right now there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Come join me in the kitchen!” he called back.

You felt a little of the tension in your shoulders ease at the warmth in his voice, and wasted no time in dropped your coat and bag to the floor, kicking your shoes to the side. They could be dealt with later. Now was not the time. All you could focus on was the promise of seeing his beautiful smile, receiving a sweet kiss, and turning your day around. As your feet carried you down the hallway, you could already feel the warmth of his arms around you, paired with the soft jazz music playing in the background. Yes, this is exactly what you needed right now.

“Hello sweetheart,”

There it was, the missing piece that made your day complete. Chris laughed softly as you wordlessly hopped up on the counter next to him, but didn’t hesitate to kiss you softly, slowly, sweetly, just as you had hoped he would. Just as he had read you had wanted. You sighed happily into the embrace, resting your hands on his chest as his hands slid onto your hips. He really did know you better than you knew yourself, sometimes.

“Someone missed me,” Chris mused, when the kiss eventually broke.

You couldn’t help but groan. “Oh you have no idea,”

Chris barked out a laugh, ducking his head to kiss you briefly again. “I have a little bit of an idea,” he teased.

Raising an eyebrow at his grin only made it wider, and he turned the burner to low so he could focus on you fully. Well this should be interesting.

“Firstly, you haven’t texted me all day. Not that that’s a bad thing…but on a usual day you message me little anecdotes about your colleagues, which you didn’t do. That means you’re either mad at me or extremely busy. Considering that incredible goodbye kiss you gave me when you left this morning, I figured it was more likely that you were busy,”

You couldn’t help but nod and laugh softly, agreeing with every point he made.

“Extremely busy, and definitely not mad at you,” you confirmed.

“Well that’s a relief,” Chris teaser.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you leaned your head up and captured his lips in another kiss, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend, an even softer sigh when you pulled away. Chris just smiled sweetly at you, his eyes crinkling in a way that showed you he was just as happy as your were.

So far, so good.

“Anything else?” you mused, turning that soft moment back to the conversation at hand.

“Of course,” he shot back with a wink.

You laughed again at his sass, flourishing your hand as if to say ‘go on’.

“Okay, so, secondly your Spotify account usually pops up on my iPad when you’re listening to your happy productive playlist at work. You had nothing playing at all today, which made me guess that you had a lot of phone calls…and you hate phone calls,”

Two for two. And in perfect detail too. Ouch. Was it really that obvious?

Chris saw the slight wince on your face at being caught out, his grin fading to a reassuring smile, his hand moving to rest on your thigh lightly. His hand squeezed, saying I’m teasing. You squeezed his hand, saying I know.

“What’s your third point?” you asked, smiling softly.

Chris bit his bottom lip, trying to hide his smile, but he failed miserably which just made you smile in return. He was so adorable.

“You usually send me a cute little picture of your lunch. I know it’s only a little thing, but it always puts a smile on my face, knowing that you’re thinking of me. You didn’t do that today, and considering everything else, I figured that this meant you’d skipped lunch. So I thought I’d make an easy favourite dinner of yours, to see if it would make your day even a little bit better,” he finished.

And with that, your heart just about melted. The fact that he noticed all the little things, and that those little things mattered to him too? Well, that just summed him up didn’t it? Kind, caring, thoughtful, a little bit of a tease and a lot of a perfect boyfriend. Wow.

“Oh honey it makes my day a whole lot better. More than you could even imagine. I don’t even know how to start in thanking you,” you murmured, raising a hand to cup his face gently.

Chris turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, making your heart beat that little bit faster. And he smiled at the hitch in your breath.

“How about you slip into something more comfortable while I pour you a large glass of wine, and then you can indulge in that while I finish cooking. After we’ve eaten…well, we can have dessert,” Chris suggested.

The way his eyes darkened slightly at the mention of dessert made you shiver in anticipation. Oh yes, that was exactly what you needed.

“Sounds perfect,” you murmured, a little breathier than you intended.

Chris’s smile sharpened, a promise indeed. “We’ll make this day better together, I promise you that,”