waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?
★when he first wakes to see your sleeping naked form next to him he’s sit upright in horror ★after finding the condom wrapper on the floor next to his clothes he’d chill out ★he’d wash, dress then go out to the kitchen ★when you wake to an empty bed, you think the small flashes of memory from last night were just part of your dream ★but after a few minutes, coffee begins to spread it’s delightful aroma around your room ★you wrap yourself in your dressing gown and follow the scent to it’s source ★and looky here ★a minseok ★upon hearing your footsteps, he turns to offer you a small smile ★'morning’ ★'hi’ ★'i raided your cupboards to make breakfast’ ★you’d laugh at how cute and chill he was ★moving to sit on the counter next to him ★he’d give you a mug of coffee and offer a plate of pancakes ★'so about last night…’ you looked over his face ★'from what i remember it was good. and it’s nice not waking up to chaos like at the dorm’ ★you finished your coffee and set your mug down for him to refill ★'i’m surprised your still here’ ★'you’re my best friend and you think it’d hit and run?’ he’d pout as he sat opposite you ★'isn’t that how one night stands work? you hit it and run?’ ★oh boy you’ve set him off laughing ★'i’m more of a hit and make sure the lovely victim has my details. just in case’ he’d wink ★you two would spend the morning drinking coffee and talking about everything hes done while off on tour
★upset bub p.1 ★you’d left after waking up ★only leaving a note for him ★so many questions would run through his mind ★would you ever want to talk to him ★should he call you? ★send you flowers? ★diddly darn he was stuck ★he ended up calling you ★'hi, i’m sorry if you’re upset with me’ ★'myeon, i wanted to stay, but i had work’ you’d laugh ★'i thought you’d left because you were upset!’ ★'not at all, i had fun last night’ ★'oh’ ★'yeah’ ★'i can pick you up after work and take you for lunch’ ★'that sounds great’ ★WOW WEE ★he would dress up nice and take you to a fancy ass place ★he’d treat you like a goddamn prince/princess
★baby boy would be so god damn fluffy ★like he’d just explode with warmth and love and giggles when he sees you sleeping next to him ★he’ll move his hand to your hair and play with the strands lovingly until you wake up ★'good morning, baobei’ ★your little sleepy grunt in reply would make him giggle ★he’s pet your hair and hold you close until you’re fully awake to talk ★'should we wash and then go for breakfast?’ ★'can’t we stay here longer?’ ★'we can do whatever you want’ ★cuddles upon cuddles upon cuddles ★and mindless chit chat ★how could cuddles in bed with this precious lamb be bad?
★you’d wake up before him ★you kinda just laid there for a bit debating what to do ★do you wake him ★or just leave?? ★you decided to have a shower first ★and if he wasn’t awake when you were out, you’d write a note to him and leave ★so off you went ★halfway through washing your hair, the curtain was pulled back ★and this pup was just stood watching you ★you tried your best to cover yourself ★he just laughed and shook his head ★'you weren’t doing that last night. in fact, you couldn’t get your clothes off any quicker’ ★'shut up baek’ ★he’d just tease your mercilessly ★you turned the shower head to wet him ★which shut him up ★he kinda just stared ★which made you think he was mad ★but he suddenly just pushed into the shower with you ★'that wasn’t nice’ he’d pout, pushing you back against the wall ★'neither was leaving me bed on my own’ ★'not my fault you wouldn’t wake up’ ★'i worked hard last night i deserve a lay in’ ★it would just be none stop giggles, kisses and cuddles for the day
★upset bub p.2 ★he’d watch you sleep for a few minutes before dressing and going to eat ★he felt bad that your first time together was when you were both out of your mind ★as he was drinking his milk, he’d hear your foot steps ★he went full !!!!!! mode ★when you came into the room, he’d do his best to hide ★and by hide i mean he’s stood behind the curtains ★'i see you dae,’ ★'dae? who’s dae? i know no dae’ ★it would make you laugh ★which then caused him to grin ★'you’re not mad at me?’ ★'what’s done is done’ ★'i’m mad at me for not remembering. maybe we should have a repeat’ he’d wink ★'shut up’ ★'yes captain’
★this poor guy ★he had it all planned out on what to do when the two of you woke up ★he’ll run you a bath, let you raid his wardrobe so you’re comfy then make you breakfast ★he’d straight up just have a stroke when he doesn’t hear you snoring ★are you deaD???////???? ★HOLY SHIT HE’D KILLED YOU?! ★it was supposed to be romantic and now he’d killed you ★shit ★oh no ★nevermind ★bless, his face would all be screwed up as he let his thoughts went mad ★you’re now staring at him with a confused look on your face ★'what are you thinking about?’ you’d ask with a laugh ★'how to bury your body’ ★'oh’ ★'nO SHIT I MEANT WHAT I’M GOING TO COOK YOU FOR BREAKFAST’ ★his little cheeks would be bright red ★his plans were blown ★'breakfast sounds really good, actually’ ★his famous grin would sprout on his face before he leans in and kisses your head ★'eggs and bacon coming your way’ ★he’d jump out of the bed in such a rush to cook ★that he ended up tripping ★and now he’s just curled up naked on your floor ★real good going, chanyeol ★'just come back to bed for a while. i’ll cook when i get up’ ★he’ll dive right back in and nuzzle his face into your neck ★'it was supposed to go better’ ★'i know, chan’
★soft ★v gentle ★11/10 would recommend ★but for real ★the most important thing is that you’re happy and that you’re comfortable ★you two could talk about what happened last night later on ★a shower and breakfast is more important ★so he kinda just shoves you to the bathroom to wash ★while he goes and works his magic in the kitchen ★probably cooks enough to feed the entire city because he’s nervous ★and actually doesn’t even know what your favourite breakfast food is ★when you enter the kitchen you just see all this food ★which you thank him for ★the two of you will eat ★then after your both full, the talk will come ★'how much of it do you remember?’ ★'i remember seeing your stomach after all the teasing you did’ ★'yeah?’ ★'you buff up good’ ★to which he’ll laugh ★you’ll probably just turn the whole situation into a joke ★which always makes the others confused
★let’s be honest here ★this bub ain’t waking up ★so you’ll just grab your stuff and leave ★when he does wake up he’ll probably see your watch you left on the nightstand ★panicccccccccccc ★he’ll rush to your place to talk to you ★'you should’ve woken me up’ ★'i could’ve walked you home’ ★'did you leave because you were embarrassed?’ ★so many questions ★he’d be so worried that it ruined your relationship ★you’d calm him down by patting his shoulder ★if you wanted to talk about it, you two would ★but if you wanted to put it behind you, you two would also do that
★would wake before you ★and just stare ★he’s in awe ★but he’s also really pissed off ★in awe because wow he just had really good sex with the person he holds most dear to his heart ★but WHAT THE FUCK HE BARELY REMEMBERS ANYTHING ★DID YOU ENJOY IT? ★DID YOU MOAN HIS NAME? ★DID HE MOAN YOUR NAME ★WHO WAS IN CHARGE???? ★DID HE CUM BEFORE OR AFTER YOU?! ★his thoughts were cut off by you groaning and stretching out ★you turned your head to see him and offered a sleepy smile before sitting up ★when you reached for your clothes, he’ll pull you back down ★and wrap his long limbs around you ★'stay for a bit’ ★'we can go out for breakfast’ ★it’ll be so nice???? ★probs leads to you two blooming into the hottest couple around ★bc how could he not wake up to you every morning?????
DISCLAIMER: These will not be globally effective. Some of them don’t even work for me from day to day, but I’m still in the middle of a downswing right now and I still need to get shit done so I’m trying everything I can. If you look at this post and go “but I literally can’t do anything”, then…man, I dunno. Also, some of these are gonna sound like real “weak options” but screw that. We do what we gotta to make shit happen. Here goes.
• Chris and Victor start the guide with complimenting each other for a job well done and toast, clinking champagne glasses together (and unlike Yuuri, no one gets sloshed here)
• Chris comments that it seems like someone is listening on his and Victor’s conversation, and says that eavesdropping isn’t a good hobby
• Chris asks if the listener wants to see his “mature eros” and remarks that “the ice is going to be soaking wet with our hot steps”
• They arrive at the area with the costumes and Chris explains that the inspiration to his short program opens with a shower scene….
• Porno-style jazz music starts to play in the background
Chris: Tonight, you are mine… Come, don’t be embarrassed. Look at me, you’re mine, come closer. Ahh, once, twice like that, let me teach you something good about how humans move…
• Meanwhile, Victor starts moaning Chris’ name in the background and making a variety of pornographic noises while Chris is talking
Victor: Ahh, baby… I-… ughnnn, ohhh, Chris, ahhh, come, hold me tight, ahhh, open your heart… Chris! Ahh, Chris, amazing!
Chris: …Hey, Victor…. can you shut up?
• It is honestly really, really, REALLY difficult to focus on anything Chris is saying when Victor is MOANING SEX INTO YOUR EAR
• Also everything Victor says is in English. e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g
• Victor and Chris start talking about Yuuri at the Sochi banquet. Chris remarks about how Yuuri was “extremely entertaining” to which Victor replies that Yuuri was also “amazing” at the Barcelona banquet
• Chris remarks about how he didn’t think he could lose to anyone at pole dancing
• They come up to the part of the museum where there’s a Makkachin tissue case and Victor starts excitedly talking about how he saw it was featured on tv in Japan.
Chris: Victor, I can teach you how to properly use… Makkachin’s tissue case
(…I think Chris was making a masturbation joke here but I can’t be sure)
• Chris asks Victor if he remembers ten years back, during the European Championships when Victor won gold and Chris made his senior debut, remarking that they’ve both come very far since then
Victor: You were so cute back then! I had no idea that you were gonna become such a precise Eros machine
• Once they get to the Kiss&Cry, Victor observes that Chris’s glass is empty and offers to get him a refill of champagne
Chris (alone): This was the first season without Victor. When I first saw Victor acting as a coach, with Yuuri at his side, I thought it wasn’t like Victor at all, he was so serious… But seeing him at the GPF, in the Kiss& Cry… it really was like the same Victor that’s out on the ice. I was jealous of Yuuri. I want to be able to show Victor my true skating as well.
(Chris sounded really sad about not being able to skate against Victor, yet also happy for his relationship with Yuuri at the same time. Poor conflicted bb)
• Chris and Victor reach the end of the museum, with Chris making a remark about how fun it was.
• Victor counters that he wants to see the REAL Chris, the kind that he gets to see at banquets….
Victor: Look, there’s no one here, this is perfect, and look! I have a Makkachin tissue case!
Chris: Victor, you always want too much… Do you really want to see?
Victor: Yep, show me!!
Chris: Fine… Makkachin pole dance… start!
• Chris starts pole-dancing with the Makkachin tissue case, saying Makkachin’s name repeatedly, and… it gets weird. Avert your eyes, children.
Chris: Makkachin! Makkachin! Makka-chiiiiii~n!
Victor: Wow, amazing!
Chris: Makkachin’s tissue case is dancing too! Makkachin! It’s Makkachin!
❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜ ❛ idc (i do care) ❜ ❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜ ❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜ ❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜ ❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜ ❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜ ❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜ ❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜ ❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜ ❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜ ❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜ ❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜ ❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜ ❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜ ❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜ ❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜ ❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜ ❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜ ❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜ ❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜ ❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜ ❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜ ❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜ ❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜ ❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜ ❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜ ❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜ ❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜ ❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜ ❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜ ❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜ ❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜ ❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜ ❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜ ❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜ ❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜ ❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜ ❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜ ❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜ ❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜ ❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜ ❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜ ❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜ ❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜ ❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜ ❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜ ❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜ ❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜ ❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜ ❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜ ❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜ ❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜ ❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ my way through life ❜ ❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜ ❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜ ❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜ ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜ ❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜ ❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜ ❛ me? cancelled ❜ ❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜ ❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜ ❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜ ❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜ ❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜ ❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜ ❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜ ❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜ ❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜ ❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜ ❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜ ❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜ ❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜ ❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜ ❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜ ❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜ ❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜ ❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜ ❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜ ❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜ ❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜ ❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜ ❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜ ❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜ ❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜ ❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜ ❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜ ❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜ ❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜ ❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜ ❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜ ❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜
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I’m calling it “Yurio Catches Puberty” as a working title. (PG for swearing and puberty.) (Warning for body image stuff, very minor.)
“WHEN WILL THIS BE OVER?”
The scream of anguish from the rink’s locker room shower made Yuuri look up sharply. He’d only arrived in St. Petersburg yesterday, but this couldn’t be normal, even if nobody else seemed to be paying the slightest attention.
It was definitely Yurio.
“Yurio?” he started to ask, but Georgi clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Don’t engage,” he hissed.
Yuuri looked at him, wide-eyed.
“What’s going on?” he whispered, as Yurio began a steady, at least quieter stream of cursing in Russian, then English, then Japanese that Yuuri definitely hadn’t taught him.
“Puberty,” Georgi said.
Yuuri blinked. “Puberty?” he asked.
Georgi gave him a disgusted look. “Of course,” he mumbled to himself. “The golden boy didn’t suffer puberty…”
He wandered off, now also cursing, and Yuuri had ten seconds of silence before Yurio kicked the shower door open and strode out, towel around his waist.
Warnings: Angst if you like squint! Smut. Kinky shit. NSFW gifs. Language.
Summary: You surprise Bucky with a little outfit during Tony’s halloween party.
A/N: Congrats @bucky-plums-barnes on the 8K!! Since people asked for a second part to Anticipation, I thought why not do the second part for someone else’s challenge. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE. Gif source.
Warnings: Mentions of accidental injuries, angst, swearing, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1630
Summary: Bucky accidentally hurts you the night before and you try to keep him from finding out.
Request: Hi I just found your blog and I fell in love, could you write a request where Bucky accidentally hurts Reader during sex, maybe he is thrusts too rough and he mistakes her cries for moans of pleasure and doesn’t realized he hurt her until after his orgasm, but he makes it up to her
A/N: I deviated a little from the request but in essence it’s all still there. Also It’s late, this is unedited. All mistakes are my own so please forgive them.
You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to know.
Bucky hadn’t meant to do it and you knew that, but accident or not if he ever found out you were sure he’d never touch you again, hell he would probably stay as far from you as he could get, and that was something you didn’t want to risk. He’d been making so much progress over the last few months, only recently becoming comfortable with you being on his left side.
During the first stages of your relationship Bucky had kept you on his right side at all times, worried that something might happen if you got too close to the gleaming metal plates. It was only after patience and months of showing him he wasn’t about to lose control of himself that he slowly let himself relax. There was no way that you were about to back peddle all of that persistence over a bruise he didn’t mean to make. All you had to do was keep it covered until it healed.
Honestly you hadn’t even felt it to begin with, way too lost in the feeling of Bucky’s sharp breaths and hard thrusts. It was only after you’d come down fully from your high and Bucky had fallen asleep that you felt the dull throbbing around your wrist.
There was no mistaking the perfect outline of Bucky’s fingers in the dark, blotchy skin; the imprint of where metal had met flesh. He had pinned your wrist above your head as he pistoned his hips into yours, and fuck, had it felt amazing. Your orgasm had slammed into you so hard that you felt your eyes tip to the back of your skull, your throat raw from how hard you had chanted his name. You really didn’t want to taint a memory like that.
A/N: just a little heads up, Theo’s a complete dick in this one. Also, if u guys have any ideas for stuff plz let me know.
Pairing: Stiles x Reader, Theo x Reader
Warning: abusive relationships, asshole Theo, smut (female fingering, oral - male receiving, the deed etc)
Summary: You and Stiles aren’t the best of friends, but you know he’s a pretty decent guy in the end.
“Are you fucking serious?” You yell out in shock and hear Stilinski irritable ‘Shut it!’ from halfway across the house. You can’t be bothered with how you’re dressed when you stomp over to him, holding out your bottle of moisturizer.
“Stilinski!” You shout and Stiles groans loudly. He’s lounging on the living room couch playing Xbox and dressed in a tight white shirt with some black jeans.
“What are you bitching about now?” He asks, not bothering to look away from his game. Your mouth drops open in shock at his lack of response and you stand with your arms crossed.
“I’m talking about this, you assfuck!” You scream, throwing your now ruined bottle at him. Stiles finally looks away from his game when the sticky, half open bottle hits him square in the chest. He holds it away from himself with two fingers.
“The fuck?” He asks, looking up at you. You stare him down, seething with anger with your arms crossed under your breasts.
“You!” You accuse. “You did this! And your gonna repay me for it. Do you have any idea how much that shit costs?”
You and Stiles have been living together for about three weeks now. Your dad and the Sheriff are close friends and you needed a place to stay while your dad was out of town on business. Immediately, he sent you to Beacon Hills, where you would attend Beacon High, and unfortunately, have to live with the Sheriff and his asshole son.
Only, that asshole son was a total fucking babe.
A total fucking babe that was staring at you with his mouth agape.
“What?” You snap angrily. It is only then that it occurs to you what exactly you look like. Your hair and parts of your body are dripping wet, having just walked out of the shower moments earlier, and the only thing covering your modesty is your hot pink Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, which you were wearing for a date tonight.
Stiles continues to stare at you, and makes a considerable effort to maintain eye contact. You huff, which you know makes your chest flair out. “Take a good look, Stilinski, coz that’s the closest you’re ever gonna get.”
With those final words, you grab the moisturizer bottle from his hands and storm back into the shower, temper flaring. You can feel his eyes on your ass all the way.
When you’re in the bathroom, you lock the door and make a quick decision to look extra fuckable tonight. You’re sure that Theo will appreciate your efforts. And if you slip back into the shower and spend thirty extra minutes with your fingers in your pussy, thinking of the hungry look in Stiles’ eyes moments earlier then it’s nobody’s business.
When you do finally emerge from the bathroom, you can’t help but feel a little proud. You’re wearing a tight white top that dips into a considerably low V with a red mini skirt that falls halfway down your thighs. Your hair is done in a way that you know makes you look gorgeous and your makeup, having taken about an hour to do, is fucking on point.
You walk to your temporary room and rummage through the closet the Sheriff gave you until you find a pair of brown, heeled boots. Slipping them on, you walk to the mirror and admire the way they elongate your legs.
“Hey, you done or not coz there’s-”
The voice stops short and you turn to see Stiles standing in your doorway, mouth agape. He’s staring at you as though he can’t believe what’s in front of him, and you take the opportunity to reach down to grab your bag and get your perfume, ass in the air.
“What is it?” You ask, flipping your hair to the side so that you can spray your neck. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way Stiles follows the movement, licking his lips. For a second, you think he might just pounce and attack you right there.
It’s difficult to ignore the wave of desire that courses through you at the thought.
Stiles finally snaps out of his daze when you place the perfume bottle down loudly. He clears his throat awkwardly and pretends that he hasn’t been outright staring. “Your, um- Your date’s here.”
You nod and grab your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. As you turn to leave, you notice that Stiles is still leaning against the door frame. “Yes?” You ask, albeit impatiently.
“How long’ve you been with this guy?” He asks, going for casual but it’s a near miss. You roll your eyes.
“None of your business, dad,” You reply pointedly, making a move to push past him. Stiles is quicker and stronger, so he easily stops you with two firm hands on your shoulders.
“I’m serious, (Y/N),” When he speaks you realise that he actually is. “Who is this guy to you? Do you trust him?”
There’s a long moment when you truly don’t know what to do. For the most of it, your conversations with Stiles have been clipped and short, or irritated and in the form of shouting contests. You haven’t heard him speak this sincerely before.
“Why?” You ask because you honest to God want to know. Stiles looks contemplative, as though he’s not sure whether or not to tell you something. The moment a decision crosses his face, a loud honk of a car is heard outside.
“Just-” Stiles sighs, and you notice that his hands are still on your shoulders. “Just be careful, alright? If there’s one person in the world that I don’t trust, it’s Theo Raeken.”
After a small nod, Stiles moves out of the way and you brush past him, walking out the door to where Theo is waiting in his car. You barely realise what’s going on around you, your mind still reeling from Stiles’ sudden attitude change.
“Do I smell?”
You jump at the sound of the voice. Looking to your left, you see Theo smiling at you gently. The car’s stopped and you realise that you’ve spent the entire ride to the restaurant in silence.
“I’m sorry?” Because there’s no way you heard that right.
“Do I smell?” He asks again and you shake your head. “Maybe it’s the outfit. A bit much?”
You smile and take a second to look at what he’s wearing. Theo cleans up nice. He’s in a blue button down with a pair of black slacks and some Oxfords on his feet. He looks really good.
“You’re incredibly hot.” You say with a smirk and Theo barks out a laugh. He steps out of the car and moves to your side, opening the door for you before you can’t protest.
“You’re pretty hot yourself, babe,” He whispers in your ear as you stand, one hand smacking your ass before he closes the door.
Your eyes dance around the restaurant and suddenly you feel really bad for the car ride. Mistaking your guilt, Theo walks you towards the table with a hand on the small of your waist, murmuring in your ear: “Don’t worry. The manager owes me a favour.”
He pulls your chair out for you and you sit, feeling a slight blush form on your neck. The table is set for two, in the balcony with no others. It’s completely private. There’s a rose in the centre and the classical music from inside filters through the air.
“This is really sweet.” You tell him when he takes his place in front of you. He smiles bashfully.
“Well, we needed some way to celebrate out one month anniversary.” You grin but can’t help but feel extremely guilty, thinking about how you’d spent the morning.
“Hey, what’s your deal with Stiles?” The words are out of your mouth before you can’t stop them. The smile on Theo’s face falls and immediately you regret it.
“My deal?” He asks, and immediately you know that you’ve crosses a line. In your four weeks of dating, you quickly learned when and when not to question Theo, and when to immediately back away before he gets mad. “What gives you the idea I have anything to do with him?”
“Nothing.” You say quickly, picking up a menu. “He just seemed to recognize you as all. Must’ve been my imagination.”
“Yeah, you really need to put a handle on that.” He murmurs, picking up his menu as well. You pointedly ignore the comment and take far longer to read the menu than you normally would have.
“Good evening.” The waiter, a guy who’s probably around 19 with brown eyes and combed back blonde hair, greets gently. “My name is Evan and I’ll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear out specials?”
You were about to say yes, because you really didn’t know what to order, when Theo spoke for you. “That won’t be necessary.” He said. “I’ll have the Steak platter, extra gravey. Babe?”
“Chicken Burger with fries.” You reply, because that seems simple enough. Just as Evan is about to write it down, Theo interrupts.
“You sure?” He asks, his voice casual but still implicit. He reaches under the table and tugs slightly at your love handles, and you go red. “Make it a Greek salad.”
Evan gives you a look, and you can see that the man is barely containing his disgust at your boyfriends actions. “Greek salad.” You confirm. Evan gives a slight nod, though he looks slightly troubled, before picking up the menus.
“Anything to drink?”
“Coke.” Theo replies distractedly, looking down at his phone.
“Ice tea.” You say, and Theo raises a brow. “Diet.” You quickly add, and are rewarded when Theo shoots you a dazzling smile which you can’t help but return, albeit hesitantly.
Evan nods and gives a beaming, fake smile. “Anything else?”
“No.” Theo says, but Evan doesn’t move. You look up and see that he’s waiting for your answer.
“No, thank you.” You smile, and Evan returns it. It looks a little more genuine, if a bit pitying and you quickly look away before Theo gets mad. Evan tell you two that the meal should take only 10 minutes, 20 at the most, before disappearing back into the hotel.
“I don’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” Theo says, and you clench your vista in your lap to help keep your composure. “Got no right to be looking at my girl like that.”
You can’t help but smile. Despite everything, Theo is very possessive of you, and it honestly makes you feel like he genuinely cares about losing you. It’s also the reason why you could never leave him. He made that pretty clear.
“I love you.” You say gently, and Theo smiles, reaching a hand across the table and taking yours.
“I love you too.” And his voice is too sincere to doubt. “I should ask for another waiter.”
“That’s-” You pause. “Isn’t that a little unnecessary?” You can see Theo’s eyes darken and fear tinges at your fingertips. “I mean, we came out here to have a good time. We don’t need any drama.”
“Course you’d say that.” He says, eyes still dark. You want to pull your hand away from his, but he’s got a tight grip on your wrists and it fucking *hurts*. “Bet you’re loving all this attention they’re giving you. The waiter, the Stilinski boy. You’re a little slut who’ll open her legs for anyone who asks nicely enough. Babe, you need to realise something. They only want you because they know they can’t have you. They’re just trying to challenge the Alpha Male - me, and I won’t let them think I’m weak just because you can’t keep your tits to yourself. Understood?”
You look down to hide the tears streaming over your cheeks. No reply comes from your mouth, because you know that it’ll be choked and wet and Theo absolutely hates seeing you cry.
“Answer me!” He slams your joint hands on the table and you wince. You look up and try to contain yourself when you speak.
“I understand.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and Theo smiles.
“Good.” He says. “Now wipe your face. You look like shit when you cry.”
You try your damnest not to make a sound as you open the front door with shaky hands. Despite your best efforts, you and Theo still got into a fight, and he showed you as much mercy as he had all previous nights.
The fight (which had been about Stiles, of all things) hadn’t lasted very long. You weren’t very edger to fight back, your guilt from your earlier interactions with the guy still weighing down heavily upon your chest. Theo had misread it, and seemed to think there was something going on between you and Stiles. Words were yelled and punches were thrown but you walked out of it okay. Safe for a mean looking bruise on you jaw, which would blossom into a deep purple mark tomorrow, and a few cuts and scrapes, you were untouched.
You knew, however, that despite this being one of the better nights, your injuries would not go unnoticed by Stiles or the Sheriff, which was why you had waited until all the lights were out to try and get in.
Without much thought, too tired and in too much pain, you push the door open and make a b-line for the kitchen. Immediately, you pull out a bag of something frozen and stick it on your cheek, rummaging through for some ice cream.
“What the fuck?”
You jump at the sound of the voice. Almost immediately, your hands fly to your face as a defence mechanism, but it isn’t necessary. It’s just Stiles.
Stiles, standing there in nothing but some black shorts with a baseball bat in his hands.
“Umm.” You say stupidly because the sight of Stiles’ abs has rendered you as such. Stiles drops the bat and walks towards you, looking concerned.
“What are you doing?” He asks as he walks to you, eyes brimming with worry. “It’s three in the fucking morning.”
“Ice cream.” You say lamely, but Stiles isn’t listening. His eyes are glued to the packed of frozen peas in your hand that you’re trying to hold against your jaw and wrists at the same time.
“What happened?” He asks, slowly pulling the bag of peas away. You prepare yourself for the look of disgust on his face when he sees the injury, so it’s very unexpected when he looks even more concerned.
“I fell.” You lie easy. Stiles doesn’t look away from your injuries, now choosing to inspect your wrists, which are bruised all round and is bleeding in a small area.
“I’m not stupid.” He says, and you’re shocked by the sincerity in his voice. “I know Theo did this to you. I know he’s the reason you’ve been coming home with bruises all month long. What I don’t know is why you haven’t said anything about it.”
You wince as Stiles prods your jaw gently. He looks contemplative, but eventually settled for sitting your down at the kitchen table. “Wait.” He says, then runs off. You resist the urge to scream.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one could know what Theo was doing because they could never understand. All they would do is judge you for not leaving, and give you pitying looks all the while thinking that you must’ve done something to deserve it. No one understood, least of all Stiles.
“Here.” You look up to see Stiles, hand stretched out with a bucket of ice. Confusion clouds your features and Stiles gives you a gentle smile. He puts the bucket down on the table and brings your right hand towards it, pushing it in.
It’s extremely cold but also soothing. You sigh gently as your wrist is finally given the attention it deserves. You’re about to thank Stiles before he leaves, only to find that he’s not leaving at all. He’s kneeling next to you and opening what looks to be a first aid kit.
“That’s not-” You try but Stiles silences you with a look.
“It’ll help.” He says. “I promise.”
The older boy opens a jar of sorts and the smell of herbs drifts to the air. He dips two fingers into the salve and gently brings them to your face, applying it to the spot with the utmost caution.
“It stinks.” He says. “But it’ll reduce the swelling. Give me your wrists.”
You oblige deftly, raising your bruised wrists from the tank of melting ice to where Stiles is kneeling half-naked next to you. He drys your wrists off with a kitchen towel before applying a rather thick layer of the salve onto your wrist, massaging it gently.
“Better?” He asks in a whisper as he stands, after five minutes of comfortable silence. Suddenly, you are pulled back into the real world and are faced with the truth. You had just shared this moment with Stiles, with the guy you had screamed that you hated at your boyfriend before he punched you in the face. Theo would be pissed, so fucking pissed, but you would deal with that tomorrow.
“Much.” You say, and make a move to stand, but you’re unsteady. You’re feet wobble in your brown heels and Stiles quickly wraps his arms around you, stabilizing your body before you fell.
“How bout something to eat?” He asks, “I mean, you could go to bed like this and all, but for some reason I don’t think you’ll wake up in the morning.”
“Bet you’d love that.” You say, feeling some of your wit returning. Stiles smiles.
“Nah.” He says. “Then who’s gonna be there to falsely accuse me of stealing moisturizer?” You laugh loudly and Stiles smiles. “Um, there’s a 24 hour pizza place a couple of minutes away. We could go there.” He suggest and you shrug, realizing how close you are. You pull back.
“Hey man, it’s your town.” You say and Stiles nods.
“Eddie’s it is, then.” The two of you stand but you hesitate, looking down at your outfit.
“Give me one second.” You say and run up the stairs into your bedroom. For a moment, you wonder if you should dress up but ultimately decide that it’s not worth it. You swap out your skirt and top for a pair of sweats and a baggie t-shirts, and your heels for your beat up converse. You grab your phone as you walk down, pulling your hair from it’s tangles and into a messy bun.
“I look like shit but who’s gonna see?” You ask when you walk back into the kitchen. Stiles looks at you laughs.
“You look beautiful.” He says, and grabs his car keys. You eyes widen.
“Aren’t you gonna put something on?” You ask as Stiles stand in front of you, still wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. He shrugs.
“It’s hot.” He says simply, walking out the door. When you just stay right where you are with your mouth agape, he pops back inside. “You coming or what?”
“I’m gonna regret this,” You say as you follow him out the door, noticing that he left behind his baseball bat. As you walk out into the front yard, you see Stiles in his blue Jeep, looking far too excited for a midnight drive for pizza. “Yeah, I’m definitely gonna regret this.”
The ride to Eddie’s, as Stiles had called the place, is filled with stupid small talk and light arguments. (You think that Batman could win in a fight against Iron Man. Stiles strongly disagrees) The two of you listen to crappy music and Stiles sings along at the top of his voice, which you realize is actually pretty good, and you join him. Soon, the two of you are laughing after having belted out the final notes to Smashmouth’s 'I’m a Believer’ in the Eddie’s parking lot, while people look at you like you’re mad.
“Oh my God,” You say breathlessly, wiping the tears from your eyes as you clutch your stomach. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a worse butchering of a Shrek song in my life!”
Stiles laughs, loud and free, and it’s like music to your ears. “I think that guy in the ugly Mini would agree with that.” He says though a new burst of laughter and you look to your right to see a very disgruntled looking man in a piss green mini looking at the Jeep and it’s occupants like it was something he stepped in.
“Fuck off!” You scream through the window and throw the finger at him. The guy, despite probably bring in his mid twenties, looks positively insulted and immediately get in his car and leaves. Stiles bursts out laughing.
“You know,” he says. “Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch at the start we could’ve been friends much sooner.” He smirks when he says it, and you can feel Stiles’ eyes raking over your form.
“Friends?” You ask, keeping a sultry edge to your voice. “Is that what we are?”
Stiles smirks, and you take the moment to fully appreciate him. His skin is stretched taught over his muscles and you love the way the dim light of the parking lot reflects off of them, making him look all kinds of delicious. His whiskey eyes are dark with lust, and you notice the way his pupils are huge and a vein sticks out slightly from his neck. You want to lick it.
“Let’s go.” You say and promptly step out of the car, taking a deep breath. You really shouldn’t, not after Stiles had seen you so emotional and vulnerable, but you can’t help it. He’s a fucking babe, and you want nothing more than for him to pound you like there’s no tomorrow.
Stiles follows out after you and the two of you walk into the place together. You know you must look like a pair if drunk lovers, with your faces flushed and your attire being what it was, but right now you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn.
He leads the way, taking you to a booth that’s on the edge in the centre of the Pizzeria. The place is mostly empty, safe for an elderly woman who’s out with her husband, giggling like teenagers. You grin at them. Stiles walks around like he knows the place well, and doesn’t even pick up a menus when he sits down.
A lovely middle aged woman walks up to you two a few minutes later, and you’ve decided on your order. The woman, Delores as her name tag tells, smiles broadly when she approaches.
“What’ll it be, sweetie?” She asks, sounding cheerful. Stiles turns to her, offended, and for a second you think he’s gonna yell before a broad grin swipes across the woman’s face.
“Sweetie?” He asks, “Lola I’m offended. Whatever happened to hottest ass in town?” You snort at that and the woman gives you a wink.
“Don’t worry babe. You’re still the sweetest piece of ass I know.” She says, laughing. “I just didn’t want your girlfriend over here to get jealous.” Stiles looks at you, grinning and licking his lips, looking all kinds of sexy and adorable.
“I’m not the jealous type.” You say and he laughs at that. The waitress, Lola as Stiles had so lovely called her, grins broadly. You and Stiles stare at each other from across the table, each challenging the other to look away first.
“Now now,” Lola interrupts. “No eye fucking just yet. Lemme first get you order.” You look away abruptly, going red and Lola laughs good-naturedly. “Okay, so usual for you?” She asks and Stiles nods. “And you, sweetie?”
“Give me the greasiest, most carb filled pizza that you guys make.” You say, looking at Stiles and wondering for a fleeting moment if he’ll object or look at you with disgust. Instead, he just raises an impressed eyebrow.
Lola laughs. “Your girl’s a keeper.” She says to Stiles.
“Damn right she is.” He replies, softer, looking deep into your eyes. There’s a moment where you know that you have a choice. You could correct him now, you could stop this by simply looking away or saying no, but you don’t.
“Best believe it.” You murmur, but by the way Stiles smirks slightly, you know he’s heard you. Lola offers you both two large milkshakes, she says it’s on the house but Stiles will pay for it anyway, and walks off, looking entirely too satisfied.
“I used to come here when I was little.” Stiles says, looking around the place. “My dad would drop me off here coz there wasn’t anyone at home and I was too small to stay by myself. Lola would babysit me, stuff me with junk food and all kinds of shit an eight year old wasn’t supposed to be eating. She’s practically family.”
You nod, smiling slightly. “She seems nice.” You say, then think again. “Wait, she seems really nice. Why is it that she likes you again?”
Stiles scoffs, offended. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly likeable, thank you very much.”
You smirk. “Yeah, that’s why it took me a whole month to warm up to you.”
“No, no, see that’s different.” He’s smiling, oh so softly and it makes your insides flutter. “See, I had a plan with you. It was all set to schedule. If everything goes on track, you’ll be falling in love with me by the first day of summer.”
“Is that right now?” You asks, sitting up a little straighter. Stiles smirked slightly, and you know that he can see down your cleavage. “How’s that working out for you?”
He bites down on his plump lip before licking over it with his tongue. You want nothing more than to jump across the table and bite said tongue, but you refrain from doing so. “Great.” He says, leaning his forearms on the table. Suddenly, his face is right in front of yours and you can see the lust in his eyes. “In fact, I think tonight might be the night.”
“Oh really?” You ask, sounding disbelieving but the husk in your tone gives you away. “What makes you think that?”
Suddenly, Stiles is leaning over the table and pulling you in close, so that his mouth is just under your ear. “Because,” he says in a whispered rasp, “I’m doing this and you aren’t stopping me.” He sticks his tongue out and licks at the shell of your ear. You shudder, leaning forward as Stiles takes the lobe between his lips and sucks it gently. He trials his wet lips upwards and nibbles slightly at the top, and your hand reaches out holding on to his shoulder.
You jump back at the sudden voice and your heart pounds in your chest. Looking up, you see Lola staring at you with a watchful eye, but a smirk is playing at her lips. “This place is strictly PG. Understood?”
Stiles’ ears go slightly red, but his nipples are taught from your actions. You’re sure he’s sporting a bit of a boner. “Yes, ma'am.” He mumbles, thanking Lola when she places two large pizzas on the table.
The woman walks away, giving you an over exaggerated wink behind Stiles’ back and you smile slightly at her. “It’s a shame.” You say, pulling back a slice. “Now you have to walk outta here with a tent in your pants.”
Stiles gives you a look that says 'that was totally inappropriate but you’re too fucking hot for me to care’ as he too takes his first slice of pizza. You don’t know what he’s eating, but he licks sauce off his lips and all you can think about is licking it off his abs.
The rest dinner (or early breakfast) is spent mostly in silence, but you can’t help but look up every now and then. Stiles is staring at you with a fierce look in his eyes and it makes you want to jump his bones right there and then.
When he pays, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. You can’t help but think of all those times where you were so mad and frustrated at him and wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you senseless.
Afterwards, you’re driving in the Jeep when you can’t take it any more. Stiles isn’t helping, looking unfairly sexy with nothing but a pair of shorts to cover his modesty, and brown, hunter eyes. When he pulls the car to a stop, you place a hand of his thigh.
“Yes?” He asks, smirking slightly. You just shrug, as if you don’t know what he’s thinking. Stiles doesn’t say anything as he presses down on the gas, eyes focused on the road.
Slowly, painstakingly so, your hand moves higher and higher. You can hear Stiles breath hitch when your nails scratch gently over the bulge that has formed in his pants, and you consider giving him what he wants, but realize it’s much more fun to tease. Your hands only graze over his covered cock before you move further up, dragging the smooth surface of your fingernails over his exposed abs.
Stiles outright moans when you run your fingertips over the muscles, and you see the way he gripped the steering wheels with white knuckles. *My turn,* you think as you unbuckle your seat belt and move forward.
With a hand still toying gentle with Stiles’ abs and happy trail, you shift closer and press your lips to a spot just under his ear. Stiles’ breath hitches in his throat and he stiffly changes gears. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice full of lust.
“Giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Your voice is feather light and your lips brush teasingly over his ear as you speak. Stiles groans softly, and you take it as an okay. You mimick his earlier actions, licking wetly over the shell of his ear before biting down gently, enough to make the car swerve slightly. “Careful, babe.” You say, your voice sulty. You lick over the bitten spot again, blowing cool air over it and Stiles moans.
“Oh, fuck it.” He says, and suddenly he’s pulling over and parking the car on the side of the road. You take the opportunity, swinging your legs over so that you’re straddling his lap, unbuckling his safety belt.
His hands go to your hips when you begin to kiss down his neck. Stiles’ skin tastes like salt and vanilla and you suck down on it like a vacuum, determined to leave your mark. He lets you do as you please, something you’d never got from Theo, and tilts his head back to allow you more room.
You go left until you find that vein you’d seen earlier. It’s protruding loudly against his neck now, and fuck if it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. You press your tongue wide on it and lick from bottom to top, only stopping to nibble slightly on Stiles’ jaw.
His breath hitches, and he hesitates only a moment before taking control and crashing his lips to yours. He tastes like chocolate milkshake, you think absently as his lips devour your own and you wrap your arms around his neck. They feel amazingly soft and delicate, yet at the same time wild and demanding. You love every second of it.
His tongue pushes into your mouth and it’s all teeth and lips after that. The wet muscle strokes against your mouth expertly and you moan into him. Stiles smirks against your lips, forcing his tongue further down your throat until you’re sure there isn’t a place in your mouth that his tongue hasn’t touched. Unfortunately, the need for oxygen becomes to great to ignore and you pull away, breathing heavy.
“The things you do to me, baby.” He says, leaning his forehead against your own. You grind down on him, and are pleased to find that he’s hard and aching. Stiles moans at the touch and pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue shooting into your mouth before your lips have even touched.
His hands move slowly as they travel under your shirt and pull it up over your head. He throws it behind somewhere, but you can hardly give a fuck with Stiles’ eyes watching you like that. You’d opted to go braless when you went to change, and now with Stiles looking like a kid on Christmas, you were glad for it.
He leans down and quickly takes one nipple into his mouth, the other hand expertly cupping and toying with the other. Your hands move from his neck to his hair and you tug harshly at the strands when Stiles starts to suck noisily at your tits, making the sweetest of sounds. When he takes your nipple between his teeth and pulls back so your tit stretches out, you moan so loudly you have to stop yourself.
He gives the other breast the same treatment as his hands move downwards and toy with the waistband of your sweats. His skin is like lighting against your own and and your arch into him, loving it.
“You okay with this?” He asks, pulling away from you and looking up with the utmost sincerity. Despite the lust in his eyes, you know that if you ask him to, he’ll stop right here and now. It warms your heart, but right now you need to be fucked.
“Definitely.” You say and Stiles smirks. He pulls your pants and panties down in one go and immediately stuffs two fingers into your pussy, pumping wildly. He has to hold you tight at the small of your back to stop your from falling over with the intensity of his movements. You moan hotly and pull his face up, crashing your lips together and the car is filled with sweet clenching noises.
“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbles against you, sounding so utterly fucked out and sexy that you can’t help but moan again. You grind yourself against his bulge and Stiles moans loudly.
The hand at your back is gone and Stiles curles his fingers inside of your pussy, just as a his other hands’ thumb presses down hard on your clit. You come with a shout, clenching down on his fingers which are still moving rapidly inside of you. Your over sensitive nub is rubbed at again and you feel jolts of electricity shoot through.
Eventually you have to stop his hands as the pleasure becomes too much. He pulls his fingers out of you as you calm down and you look up, seeing your come on his digits.
Then, he does the most absurd thing. He sticks his fingers into his mouth and wipes them clean, looking you dead in the eye and smirking at your open mouth. His tongue swirls around the digits and he smirks through it, pulling them out clean.
“Fuck,” you say, then make a quick decision. Stiles isn’t expecting it when you suddenly drop to your knees and pull his shorts down, his errection springing up in front of your face. The pedals are digging into your back but you don’t care.
You eyes widened and your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s big, bigger than you expected, but you know you can take the full thing. His thick cock is slightly veiny, and looks so damn tempting. You can’t help yourself when you immediately lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip.
Stiles moans loudly was you suckle his tip, hands automatically moving to your hair and pulling it out of its bun, only to then tangle his fingers in it. His nails dig into your scalp and you moan at the feeling, loving the way he forces you deeper and deeper.
You pull away and lick one long stripe from base to tip. He stops you from going back down. “Stick your tongue out, babe.” You do as you’re told, rogue hanging from your mouth. You moan loudly when Stiles slaps his dick on your wet tongue hard, holding your head in place with one hand. You open your mouth wider, loving the feel. “Oh, you like that don’t you?”
He forces you back down on his cock and you love how dominant he’s being. He guides your head non too gently along his member and you bob up and down, loving the taste of his skin and salty precum on your tongue. Then, his dick hits the back of your throat and you tighten around him. Stiles moans loudly, pulling you off.
He reaches down and fishes into the pockets of his shorts for his wallet. Fumbling only briefly, he pulls out a silver foiled packet and throws the wallet aside carelessly. You take the packet from his hands, just as he’s about to open it.
Looking into his eyes, you tear the packet open with your teeth and Stiles eyes widen. You smirk and roll the condom down his length and Stiles watches you with something akin to awe.
With one hand on your hip and the other on his cock, Stiles’ teases your entrance with his tip, rubbing it against your sensitive clit as you stand on your knees above him, legs spread wide. You moan as jolts of electricity shoot up your spine, but Stiles continues to watch you, not giving in.
“Please, Stiles.” You beg. The teenager smirks.
“Whatever you say, Princess.” Suddenly he slams into you in one thrust and you moan loudly against him. The thrusts up quickly, his dick slamming in and out of you at a brutal pace.
“My pretty little princess,” he whispers in your ear. “You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” His hands move up your body and squeeze at your tits. “I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for days. Thinking about what it would feel like to have my cock in you.”
“Yeah. Oh God yes.” You moan out desperately, nails raking down his back so hard, you’re sure it’ll leave marks. Stiles smirks.
“Tell me.” He says and you moan as he thrusts in deep, hitting that perfect spit inside of you.
“I get myself off to the thought of you fucking me.” You moan, fingers sliding into his hair. “I wanted you so badly. I thought of you when he fucked me. I knew you were better, bigger, could make me moan and come in ways he never could.” Stiles moans loudly and slams harshly into you. “I’ve thought about it all month. The first day I saw you, I wanted to get on my knees and blow you. Wanted to have your cum dripping down my face and tits. Wanted you to fuck me until yours is the only name I remember.”
“And now?” He breathes against you. “Now what do you want?”
“I want to come with you inside of me.” You say. “I wanna clench around your dick and make you lose control. Wanna through you over the edge and go down with you.”
Stiles moans loudly and reaches between your bodies, pressing down hand on your clit once more. Again, you come immediately, back arching, clenching hard around him as he thrusts wildly into you.
“I’m almost there, baby.” He moans, pulling your face forward and kissing you hard. It occurs to you that what your tasting is your own juices on Stiles’ lips and you moan against him.
“Come on,” you taunt. “Come for me, baby.” It takes two more thrusts before he pushes into you hard, spilling into the condom and dropping down on the car seat. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his dick softening inside of you.
Stiles pulls out and you move, going back into the passenger seat. Your pussy is raw from his fucking and you don’t really care how you look with your legs spread wide as cold air brushes over your centre. Stiles pulls out the condom and ties it up, throwing it out of the window.
“That’s nasty.” You tell him. He looks at you and laughs.
“You’re one to judge.” You flush red at that. Stiles laughs openly. “Do you really get off to the thought of me?”
You look at him and smirk. “All the fucking time.”
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol. Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?
“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”
“Alright love, thank you so much!”
I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.
The next morning
“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.
“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.
“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.
“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.
“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.
“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.
“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.
“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.
A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.
“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.
A few hours had passed since you had been cruelly snatched away from Harry. He remained in the corridor, pacing the floors and running a hand over his face and through his hair. His mind was plagued by the image of you so broken, as he contemplated what he could have done differently to prevent you from being this hurt and mistreated. Each time a door swung open, it distracted him from his thoughts as he’d look up, in the hope that a doctor was bringing him some more news. Nobody was coming, not yet.
He tries to calm himself, sitting on the grey plastic chairs. His knee bounces and he drums his fingers on his exposed knee, the rips in the jeans more prominent with the joint protruding out of the clothing. Resting his head back on the wall, he closes his eyes, his mind wandering to earlier that evening.
He was torn. He wanted to embrace you for as long as possible and keep you safe, allowing no harm to come to you, but he needed to know the extent of your injuries. Stumbling backwards through the door of his apartment, he keeps an arm firmly wrapped around your waist as he guides you to the sofa.
“There you go, darling” he murmurs softly, sitting you down onto the fabric gently. He kneels in front of you, gently caressing your cheek. He notes your injuries; a split lip, and a few bruises around your neck and whilst they absolutely sicken him, he involuntarily wants to hurl when he sees the bruises and cuts travelling up your thighs, indicating a serious assault. Your stifled sobs bring him back to reality and his sad eyes meet yours. “You’re safe, baby, you’re safe here with me” he tells you as he takes your hands in his own.
‘Baby.’ It rolls off of his tongue as if the last eight months never happened. He said it as he always did throughout your relationship, and with so much love to give you.
“Who did this to you? Who hurt you?” he asks, and a part of him isn’t sure he wants to know the answer because nothing will tear at him more knowing that this disgusting, careless human being is roaming the streets of London as a free man, and Harry hasn’t done anything to protect his girl. Even now, you’re his girl. You always will be. Your sobs win out and he knows he won’t be leaving you to look for the predator; you need him here and that’s enough for him to decide that he won’t go anywhere else.
You shake your head vigorously because you know that if you speak, you’ll completely break down, and Harry has already seen you at your weakest, you can’t expect him to pick up the pieces from your new nasty relationship.
“Tell me, (Y/N), tell me who’s done this to you” he murmurs again, caressing your cheek once more. “Was it him? That new guy, Tom?” he questions, spitting out the name. In normal circumstances, you’d laugh at him for appearing jealous as you piece together that Harry would only know the name through stalking your social media. But this was not a normal circumstance. Your silence answers his question before you sob again, covering your face with your hands. You were ashamed, confused, and you felt dirty and violated. You wanted nothing more than to wake up and for it to all just be one huge nightmare. It was a nightmare, but you were living it.
Harry disturbs you from your trailing thoughts as he slams his fist into the coffee table beside him. You know his anger isn’t aimed at you, but instead, towards the perpetrator. Tom was your boyfriend and he should have done everything in his power to keep you safe, instead, he was the one causing the hurt and pain. Harry would never hurt you, he would always care for you and protect you, whether that was from the monsters under the bed, the monsters in your head, or monsters like Tom. But Harry hadn’t been there to protect you. Scenarios plague his mind as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. The sight isn’t pretty as he tries to quickly dismiss the image of Tom violently forcing himself on you. The bruises around your neck indicated you being held down, and the cuts on your thighs implied the roughness of the vicious assault and the idea of you going through that repulsed him.
“Hey hey hey, you’re ok, you’re safe with me, darling” he quickly hushes you, returning to reality and cupping your face in his hands once again. “Look at me, (Y/N)” he whispers softly. He knows how you’re feeling; ashamed, embarrassed. “This is not your fault, ok? It’s him, all him, and he’s committed a crime. He needs to be punished, darling. We need to contact the police.”
You want to protest but you haven’t got the strength. You just want everything to be over. You want nothing more than to shower and have Harry hold you in his embrace all night, protecting you from the world. Harry chews his lip softly, awaiting your reply, but your silence gives him all the confirmation he needs.
Taking out his phone, he punches in the emergency number with his right hand, his left intertwining his fingers with yours for as much support as possible. Once he was put through to the operator, he began to speak. “Uh, yeah, hi” he begins nervously on the phone. “My … uh, my” he starts, and he realises that doesn’t know how to address you. Girlfriend? Friend? “I’d like to report a crime” he murmurs down the phone, choosing his words wisely. Whilst you can’t hear the words being spoken by the operator, you can only assume the conversation and you know the question asked when Harry replies with “a rape.”
Rape. The word being spoken aloud puts the scenario into perspective once more for both you and Harry. It’s a vicious word and a vicious attack. Something nobody should ever have to go through. Harry had always empowered girls and women throughout his life, and this became more obvious when his fame reached new heights and he expressed his positive opinions on women; he had the utmost respect for them. Those girls and women after all, will become our future mothers, doctors, nurses, carers and so much more. How can anyone hurt another human being like this? How can a man do such a thing? It’s a word that strikes anger in Harry. He just doesn’t understand it. In his opinion, it’s a very black and white scenario. No means no and any other actions, whether it be struggling or screaming or crying, that indicates a girl is not a hundred percent willing, also means no.
Ending the call, he looks at you apologetically. “They’re on their way. They want to take a statement from you” he murmurs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They’ve asked that you don’t shower or eat or drink anything, and after the statement, they’ll take you to a rape crisis centre” he tells you gently.
He knows this information must be so difficult to process, hell, he’s struggling to understand some of this himself. The only thing he can be certain of is that he’ll be staying with you throughout everything. He’s never leaving you again.
“Mr Styles? Mr Styles?” a female voice calls him. Reality hits and Harry opens his eyes. Looking around the room, he sees a young woman holding a clipboard heading towards him. She gives him a small and supportive, yet, apologetic smile as she heads towards him.
“How is she?” Harry asks, standing up instantly, but remaining rooted to the spot.
The nurse nods and purses her lips. “She’s doing well considering the ordeal she’s experienced. We have completed the rape kit and we’ve made her as comfortable as possible. Right now, she needs rest and her loved ones around her. She can go home whenever she’s ready, I just need to grab the discharge papers. You can see her though” she tells him.
Harry nods, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. Relief washes over him. You hadn’t requested that he didn’t see you, so you must have wanted him in there. He had given you the privacy you deserve during the rape kit but now you needed him.
Grabbing the bag from the floor, he heads towards your room. He’s not too sure why he knocks on the door; he wonders if he was just being polite or if it was to make sure he didn’t startle you. “Only me” he murmurs softly as he enters the room. He sits on the end of the bed, resting a hand cautiously on your leg. “I didn’t go far, I just sat outside for a little while” he tells you, in an attempt to reassure you that he has no intention of leaving you, ever again. “I brought some clean clothes for you, just something casual” he quickly gestures to the bag he carried in.
You nod. “Thank you, Harry” you whisper.
“What for?” he asks, burrowing his brows together.
You shrugged. “Everything. Just being here, really” you tell him.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, darling” he replies with the utmost honesty, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Pulling away from the tender moment, he reaches into the bag, grabbing the bottle of water he purchased prior to entering the room. “Their vending machines aren’t too great, it’s not that cold” he apologises.
“It’s okay” you manage to whisper, your throat dry and scratched from the lack of liquid. You pick up the pot filled with two small capsules on your bedside table and without hesitation, you empty it into your mouth before downing a couple of mouthfuls of the bottled water. “They’re to prevent pregnancy” you murmur, avoiding eye contact with Harry after he frowns at your actions.
He quickly averts his eyes to the floor, realising that this really wasn’t any of his business. He lost the right to know everything about you the day he walked out of your life.
“You’re coming back to mine” he whispers softly.
“Oh Harry, you’ve already done enough for me, I can’t” you begin, but he quickly shushes you.
“I wasn’t offering you. I’m telling you. I want to look after you. Your clothes are here” he murmurs as he takes your clean things out of the bag. “Do you need a hand or?” he asks. He doesn’t want to be intrusive or invade your privacy but the scratchy nightgown provided for you doesn’t seem like it would be easy to unbutton from the back.
You nod hesitantly. Right now, you needed all the help you could get. But you felt like your body had been exposed to everyone. First, Tom had taken advantage of your half naked body sprawled across his kitchen floor and abused you in every way you thought was possible. The next intrusion was having to tell the police everything that happened, explaining to them in detail exactly what Tom did to you. Harry sat through that statement to give you as much support as possible but he now knew everything and there was no hiding away from that. How could he ever look at you the same way again? And finally, the rape kit had been intrusive. Whilst the nurse had been kind and caring and treated you with the utmost respect, it didn’t allow you to forget the horrific assault you had been through which resulted in you having various swabs to identify the perpetrators DNA.
Harry leans forward, cautiously unbuttoning the gown from behind you. With your bare back exposed to him, he held his breath in an attempt to contain his anger. Your back was red and scratched, an indication of a struggle during the attack. The bruising around your neck became more prominent from where Tom had wrapped his fingers around you so tightly. He helps you to pull the cosy jumper over your head, something he chose for comfort more than practicality. He helps you to pull on the sweats over your legs. Even with the medical treatment received at the clinic, the cuts and bruises are still of a horrific sight for him. He carefully but quickly covers you, avoiding staring at your injuries in fear of alarming you.
Once you were dressed, you gave a small smile, almost a thank you but it was in support of Harry too. You knew it must have been hard for Harry to hear your statement to the police following your assault, knowing that Tom was out there with no remorse of what he did, and you knew how difficult Harry would find it to not go out there and track him down and beat him half to death. But in Harry’s eyes, no punishment would ever be good enough for Tom, so he knew to let the police deal with the reported crime themselves, whilst Harry took good care of you.
Sighing softly, he picks up the bag from the floor and takes your hand in his, skimming it gently with his thumb. He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. “Ready to go?” he asks. You nod. Were you? You really weren’t sure if you were ready for anything anymore. Tom was still walking the streets of London, you weren’t safe, not yet. You weren’t sure if you’d ever feel safe again. But as you looked up into Harry’s piercing stare, his eyes studying your expression, you knew that as long as Harry was around, you were safe.
Prompt: Bill is taking you to Sweden to see his family
Note: I got nothing. Enjoy. XD!
You were nervously fiddling with anything you could find in your reach. Your necklaces, your bracelets, going on the phone, scrolling through the channels in the small tvs, anything to avoid looking outside the window.
You were rather nervous since not only was this the first time you were on an airplane flying out of the country, but you were flying to see your boyfriend Bill Skarsgård’s family. Yes, the famous Swedish family of famous and well known actors were awaiting for your arrival.
This was the first time you’d be meeting them in person, obviously your boyfriend had told them about you a lot and how beautiful and sweet and kind you are. From what you knew Bill’s parents were Stellan and My Skarsgård who had give birth to his older brothers Alexander, Gustaf, and Sam before him and then his little sister Eija and his younger brother Valter.
You were bouncing your leg making the mistake of looking out the window at the dark clouds as the air plane shook from turbulence. You squeaked and gripped onto the arms of the chairs tightly taking sharp breaths.
You felt like you were about to have a panic attack. However a gentle, assuring hand took yours and you looked over to see Bill was looking at you concerned.
“You okay?” He asked.
You gulped and nodded. Bill knew this was your first time flying and gently brushed his thumb against your tense knuckles. Half an hour later the captain announced they were going to landing soon and you sighed in relief only to feel anxiety grow again about meeting the Skarsgård family.
What if they didn’t like you?
What if they thought you were ugly and open about it?
What if they would laugh about how Bill had decided to marry an American girl who didn’t even look pretty?
“Mm? I’m fine.” You lied.
“Your nervous about meeting my family, are you?” He said softly.
“A little…” You sighed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve sent pictures and Mum said that I picked a beautiful women…and she wasn’t kidding.” Bill said continuing to brush your knuckles.
You blushed lightly at his comments and he chuckled since he liked to make you do that a lot. Sure enough you landed and just as expected Bill’s family were standing there waiting. As soon he walked over they started speaking in their foreign language making you shift uncomfortably, especially when Bill’s father pointed towards you.
“(Name), c'mere!” Bill called.
You nodded and went towards Bill’s side. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him making you feel a little comfortable.
“Hello, you must be (Name)?” My asked.
You nodded and she smiled before holding her hands out, “Welcome to the family.”
After the airport drive you and Bill were constantly asked questions about America and how your health and if you were married or a baby on the way (which really turned your face red). The whole time Bill was comfortingly holding your hand allowing you to quickly build some confidence to talk.
You finally arrived to the house and smiled when you noticed they had a trampoline and a pool with a hot tub. You wanted to jump off the trampoline into the pool but pretended not to notice them since this was someone else’s home.
It was more of a mansion-home then a house-home really. Alex was a gentleman and offered to take your suitcase which you accepted since you knew he was just trying to show off to his parents. As soon as you walked in you took your shoes off and Bill lead you around letting you know where the bathrooms and offices and other rooms were.
He finally arrived to his room and sighed as he looked at all of it. Old band posters hung on the wall, the bed was tucked and pressed wrinkle free, a computer with a desk in the corner, two walk in closets, and a beautiful view outside the window.
You walked over to sit on the bed and stare in awe at the crystal clear water in the pool that looked like it came from the Mediterranean Sea. You were in so much awe you didn’t realize Bill was kissing your cheek to get your attention.
You turned towards him and saw him smile, “Sorry about that with my mother. She’s a bit of a pain when it comes to wanting kids and being a grandmother.”
“Well maybe if you kneel down and ask the question I’ll accept.” You teased.
“Me kneel?” Bill scoffed pushing your shoulder gently.
You giggled as you two got into a play fight as he was gently trying to wrestle you to the bed. Eventually he had you pinned down by your wrists and he was sitting on your waist leaning over you.
You were giggling uncontrollably well Bill was breathing heavily from the struggle you put up. It was like one man trying to wrestle and pin down a snake.
“Does the winner get a prize?” He asked.
“Mmm. Depends if he deserves it or not.” You replied.
Bill laughed and leaned down to kiss you. After a few seconds he let go of your wrists to lean more on his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer.
“Hey, I know mom wants a kid but you don’t have to listen to her.”
Bill quickly broke away to turn and see his brother Valter was standing there grinning like a cat. Bill threw a pillow towards him yelling at him to get out and his little brother laughed and said, “Alright, alright I’m going. I just came up here cuz Mum wants us down for dinner.”
With that Bills brother walked off leaving you two alone. Bill climbed off of you and helped you up before fixing your hair for you so it didn’t look like you were thinking of fulfilling Bills mothers wishes.
Bill was kind enough to lead you down to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Dishes were already served and it looked like a professional restaurant meal where the soup costs $30. Also you thought it was ironic the meal was Swedish meatballs on top of egg noddles with that light gravy.
You wanted to try Swedish food but…I guess that counted.
Definitely tasted better than the frozen boxed Swedish meatballs you can find in the frozen aisle section. When dinner was over you and Bill headed back upstairs and this time he lead you to your room which was the guest room.
It was just 3 doors down (heh, accidental references/puns :3 and wasn’t as big as his room but it was still much bigger than the normal houses guest rooms. There was a bathroom with a glass shower, a queen sized bed, a giant flat screen tv, and along with your suitcase Alex took, was a tacky shirt laying on the bed that said “I ❤️Sweden”.
You and Bill chuckled at it and you sat down on the oversized bed liking the smoothness of the silk sheets.
“Sorry about my family they’re…..strange, and just happy you had came here.” He apologized.
“Are you kidding me I love your family. I’m just happy they accepted me in.” You replied opening your suitcase.
You were just checking to make sure you had everything from your toiletries to your lingerie (that Bill was eyeing in a perverted way) and especially of course your clothes. Everything was in order and you had enough clothes to stay for 3 days as planned. Bill was lucky since he still had clothes over so all he needed to bring was a duffel bag with a few clothes and supplies.
“Well I’ll be in my room if you need anything okay?” He asked kissing your head.
“Okay.” You replied with a smile.
Later on it was midnight and you were in your guest room but you just couldn’t sleep due to that natural instinct of your brain wanting to remain awake since you were in new surroundings. You tossed and turned but you couldn’t sleep and you didn’t want to bug Bill and wake him up.
You guessed you were just used to sleeping with him at night. Grunting and groaning you climbed out of bed and trudged down the hallway trying to be quiet to not wake anyone up. You arrived to Bill’s door and gently turned it to see he was asleep snoring quietly.
You quietly shut the door and tiptoed to his bed before climbing in right next to him without trying to wake him up. A few minutes later you still couldn’t sleep and you were starting to get frustrated.
You tired that old trick of counting sheep but that didn’t help much either. When you were on sheep 236 you heard Bill’s voice laced with sleep asking, “What are you doing in my bed?”
You rolled over to face him and sighed softly before explaining, “I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything but nothing worked.”
“C'mere.” Bill said opening his arms.
You scooched over to his hug and as soon as his arms wrapped around you, you instantly felt like you were home. Sweden was Bill’s home, your home was in America, but in truth both of your homes were when you were in each others arms.
You snuggled close to him and smiled when you felt him gently kiss your forehead well stroking your hair.
The next couple of days Bill took you around Sweden to see the country. It was such a beautiful and perfect day to go to the beach and splash around in the water. You visited other famous tourist landmarks and went hiking and it was so perfect.
You even tried so many Swedish foods you never heard of before. As much as you loved it here and as much as you loved Bill’s family you sadly had to leave but you had gotten a few souvenirs to remember this place.
The plane ride home was thankfully less terrifying and shaky and you just leaned on Bills shoulder who was satisfied he had gotten his parent’s blessing to finally call you his for the rest of your life….
“Your breath smells like a sheep’s butt.”
“…..love you too.”
Epilogue: Last of isthecomets requests are done so now I can work on the others. I love getting requests from you guys. You guys are awesome for loving Bill. And thanx for reading! =3!
“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at email@example.com
As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.
Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.
A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.
However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.
Long distance relationships have their fair share of difficulties. When a mid-season medication switch-up has Jack crashing hard with unexpected side effects, Bitty deals with being a world away.
Jack feels like he’s been drugged.
He tells Marty as much and the man laughs it off with a cheeky wink to the glass in Jack’s hand. “I made your drink, I think I’d know if I’d put in a little something extra.”
He dumps out the rest of the cocktail and switches to water. The euphoric feeling doesn’t leave, though it’s now tinged with something else. Exhaustion maybe? His vision is fuzzy at the edges and his reaction time delayed. He’s not drunk, it’s something else.
It takes a while to realize what this is, ‘danger’ not quite humming at the back of his mind. Not yet.
His hip is killing him and when he gets home he takes another pill so he can at least walk without debilitating pain. He decides to sleep it off, which proves to be a mistake when he wakes up with a migraine. A small, hopefully, manageable thing at first that morphs into a blinding pain. Before he can think better of it, he takes another half pill but immediately knows there’s more at play when his stomach rebels at the two meager sips of water it takes to wash the thing down.
He can’t be sick. He has practice. He has a game in two days.
Summary You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.
WarningsSMUT, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP. oh and always pee after sex. It’ll help you avoid UTIs), rough sex, dirty talk, bossy Bucky, hair pulling, ass slapping, swear words, drinking mimosas, Natasha getting hurt, uhhh… I think that’s it?
You were laying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. Bucky was stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand rest lazily on your hip. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, rubbing your nose against his.
He sighed happily, “If I could spend every moment with you, like this, I’d die a happy man,” he declared.
You giggled, smacking him in the chest. “Oh, stop it,” you teased.
Leaning in for a kiss, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Bucky, you’ve got two minutes to get your ass out here or I’m coming in there. And I really don’t want to see you or Y/N in your birthday suits!” hollered Steve.
Rolling your eyes, you got up and threw on some clothes. Bucky did the same.
“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!” The door flew open.
You let out a shriek of surprise. Steve was standing there with his hands covering his eyes. “I warned you guys!”
“Jesus, Steve, what the fuck?” snapped Bucky. “We’re dressed!”
“Oh,” he replied, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry about the door.”
You stood there with your mouth open. “How am I supposed to sleep like that?!”
“Uh…sleep in Bucky’s room until we get back.” He put on his Captain America face, “Bucky, let’s go. The others are waiting.” He began walking away and turned back, sheepishly, “I really am sorry about the door.”
You sighed as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” he reminded you, giving you a gentle kiss goodbye.
You entered into your room to pack a bag to take with you. Trudging your way to Bucky’s room, you unpacked and made yourself as comfortable as you could. It was late and you were calling it a night. You snuggled under the blankets and smiled, they smelled like him.