This Is Money Snake. She Only Appears Every 312 Years. 

God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

I’ve been looking for a smut like this and I’m glad I found it😌

I lost this earlier, but I’m glad I took a screenshot lol,,, this is SUCH a good request!! Marc in the suit is so fucking hot he is the loml (here’s the link to the 500 followers celebration!!) warnings: sex in the suit, light degradation

Glowing White

#98: “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

#71: “You like it that much, hm?”

#56: “I want you so bad.”

Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous. The hood, the cape, the glowing eyes; the first time he looked in the mirror after getting into the suit, he nearly laughed. So when he started dating you, he wanted to make sure that you never, ever, saw the suit. Really, why would a gorgeous woman like you want a man who galavants around in what can essentially be boiled down to a fucking mummy costume?

But sometimes, circumstances just can’t be helped.

When you start to accompany Marc on missions, trying to keep him grounded after his battles with some of the worst people the world has to offer, you can’t help but see Marc in his suit, glowing eyes and all.

And it’s fucking hot.

Marc thinks he looks ridiculous, but you’re stunned at the way the white gauze wraps tightly over bulging muscles, the glowing white eyes, so far from his familiar brown ones. The way his cape flutters around him as he lays swift punches against his opponents, not missing a beat. He’s an animal in the field, a force to be reckoned with.

A god.

So when you and Marc finally arrive back to the hotel, still in his suit, you can’t stop thinking about how soft the gauze is, about how cold and severe those eyes would look staring into yours as he sinks his cock into you. You can see the suit slowly unraveling as you step though the door, and the desperation can’t be hidden in your voice as you whip around, thankfully to a cold blue gaze, and whisper, “please don’t take it off.”

And you can see his body stiffen up, already concerned, before you’re wrapping your arms around his thick neck, murmuring, “you- you looked too fucking good tonight baby. So, so good, so hot. You- you looked like a god, Marc. Oh please, please, you have to realize how fucking sexy you look like this.” Your voice is whiny, embarrassing, but when Marc is towering over you like this, a predator over his prey, you are a slave to the way your knees buckle, the way your pussy throbs.

“You- you like this, sweetheart? The suit?” He asks, and you can’t believe you’ve never brought it up before, how sexy he looks in that suit.

“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about it while you were fighting, baby, protecting me so well. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about getting you here, you fucking me so good like you always do. Been soaked the entire night, Marc.” You’re gripping his hood softly, where you’d usually grab his hair, as you feel his gloved hand slide down, down under your skirt, cupping your cunt through your panties. You gasp softly, cheeks burning with embarrassment, knowing he can feel how completely wrecked you are.

“You like it that much, hm? This outfit. The sweat. The fucking blood? It’s got you fuckin’ dripping sweetheart.” You can hardly register the teasing; he’s already drawing your panties to the side, pressing his fingers against your cunt. The gloves are an unfamiliar sensation, but the friction, oh, the friction is too fucking good.

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “I want you so bad baby. Want you to fuck me so bad, need that thick cock in me. You look so good, so powerful. My moon knight, oh god.”

And he’s shoving you backwards onto the hotel bed, cape fluttering behind him as his glowing eyes bore into yours. He’s frantic, feral, as he rips your skirt and panties down your legs in a swift move. You’re trying to help him, taking off your shirt, unhooking your bra, but it’s hard to concentrate when Marc’s suit begins to unravel, just a bit, until his thick cock springs out, dripping and red.

He pumps it roughly in his gloved hand, heaving, as he mutters, “Jesus Christ, baby. Didn’t know you wanted that, wanted me like this. I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

And you can’t help but shove two fingers into your throbbing cunt, watching him, eyes clenched in bliss as he fists his cock. It’s the only skin he has visible, and fuck, it’s like you’re in the presence of something otherworldly, something utterly divine. You throw your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as you shove your fingers into your dripping pussy, so close, so close, but then Marc’s ripping your hand away viciously.

“The only thing going in that pussy tonight is my dick, sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning your hands over your head.

“Then why don’t you get to it, and fuck me like we both know you want to, Marc?”

Marc lets out a quick laugh that sounds almost pained, before he’s slamming his cock into without warning, muffling your scream with a gloved hand over your mouth. He barely gives you a second to breathe through the stretch of him before he’s pounding into you with the strength of a god, ramming into your squelching pussy without remorse.

Your hips are twitching, and you can’t decide whether you’re trying to get away or closer to his unrelenting hips, the pleasure of it almost too much to handle.

Marc can’t seem to stop talking, muttering into your ear that, “it’s like you’re constantly desperate for this cock baby. This suit really does it for you? Are you really that much of a slut?” And you want to defend yourself, but he’s already nodding, fucking into you even harder, as he says, “we both know you are, sweetheart. Such a fucking slut for this cock. Could barely wait till we got home, probably soaked the car seat with how much this sweet little cunt was leaking. Fuck, fuck, baby, this pussy’s so good.”

And you feel bleary, barely there while Marc’s cock splits you open, slamming into you until you see stars, and you can feel yourself winding tighter, tighter—

Until you look into the glowing white of his eyes, and you scream as you gush around his fat cock, unable to look away from him for even a second.

Marc follows you quickly, pumping thick cum deep into your pussy, punched out whines escaping his throat as he buries his face into your neck, whispering, “fuck, you’re so good, baby, your pussy’s so fucking good. Love this pussy, love you sweet girl, o-oh god.”

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to start breathing somewhat normally again, Marc lowering himself down next you. You smile as the suit melts away to reveal the flushed face of your boyfriends, and you cup his cheeks gently to give him a soft kiss.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper, burrowing yourself into his broad chest.

Marc wraps his arms around your back, pulling you impossibly closer, “anytime sweetheart. Love you so much.”

You look up into familiar chocolate eyes, loving and warm, as you utter a soft “I love you too, Marc. My moon knight.”

911 SEASON 7 EP 4 SPOILERS

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OMGGGGGGGG YESSSS BI BUCKKKKKK, like ITS A START! Tommy and buck together are cute! Buuuut I still want buddie so I’m WAITING!!!

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

I can’t get this idea out of my mind !!! Y/n and Simon who are childhood friends but unfortunately seperated because of him going into the SAS, but never forgetting each other, one day when he’s back home he sees all the families tapping them out and then he sees y/n after a long time and they tap him out 😭😭😭😭😭

Ah yes, I remember this idea and I still love it so much. @itsscromp Dividers are also from @cafekitsune. Childhood friends y/n x Simon | Platonic.

Always find your side.

Warning: Not beta read, slight blimp of violence, mention of abuse.

You and Simon have been friends for years. Simon lived a quiet life, he was a shy kid. He wasn't tall, he was skinny and he was a bullies dream target. He wasn't much when he was a kid which made school as much of a hell as home was.

He was starting a new year, heading back to the same school that he'd been attending since pre-school.

Tommy parked the car and grinned and ruffled Simon's hair. "Get out. If you get into trouble, you're Dad's problem."

"I know..." *Simon mumbled and got out and grabbed his backpack. Tommy pulled away from the curb and left Simon to head inside. Slowly dragging his feet up the stairs, tugging his hoodie up.

Kids talked along the stairs, girls giggled and the high school equivalent of "couples" roamed around.

He slipped under the radar, slipping through the big glass doors of the school and looking around the halls. He saw old faces from last year and kids in his grade. He didn't ever talk to them and kept moving.

Pulling his hood back into place again as he searched for his locker. He quickly moved toward the locker where the janitor must have removed the ink on it.

He sighed and went for his lock and code when an arm wrapped around his neck. He grimaced and grabbed on as he was tugged back. "Hey little Ryry. Long time no see."

He squirmed and kicked, but his bully had always been bigger and fuller than him. "Let.. go-"

The bully grinned and tugged Simon back and up, gripping the side of his face with the hand he kept him in a headlock with.

"I just missed you, no need to go so fast." He tugged down Simon's hoodie. Simon grimaced and chewed the inside of his cheek, remembering Tommy's words.

The halls filled and kids barely paid attention. Most know to just keep walking and move on. The bully licked his finger, spitting on the fat finger and wiggling it toward Simon's ear.

Simon squirmed and grimaced. "Get away from me-"

The bully chuckled and slid his finger into Simon's ear, twisting it around and shoving it as hard inside as he could. Simon grabbed his wrist, squeezing and trying to push him away.

"Hey!" The bully looked across the hall as someone stepped forward from a group of kids and stood in front of the two.

"That's gross mate, let him go." You said firmly and gripped your backpack.

The bully huffed. "Newbie getting cocky?? You know what we do to newbies?? Don't we, Ryry."

"I said, let him go." You armed your book bag and gripped it tight. The bully scoffed. He took his finger from Simon's ear and shoved him. Simon gasped, stumbling and tripping on his shoelaces, smacking against the ground.

The bully snickered and walked off, leaving you to help the boy. "Hey, you ok?" You bent down and reached out for him. Simon grimaced and sat up, quickly doing up his shoes.

"I'm fine..." He dusted himself off. "You're new around here.."

"Yeah, I moved here a couple months ago. What grade are you in??"

"Ten..." He fixed his sleeves and hoodie.

"Cool, I'm Y/n!" You smiled and held out your hand.

Simon blinked and looked at your hand. "Simon..." He didn't shake your hand or anything.

"Well, stay safe, I'll see you around Simon." The bell rang and you quickly rushed off to find your classes. Simon tried not to think about you throughout his classes. His bully watching him, boring holes into his skull.

Until he reached PhysEd he didn't see you. He walked into the locker room and put on his gym outfit, walking out into the room seeing the kids running warmup laps.

He scratched at his scrawny arms, tucking his forearms against his side's. He didn't like wearing so little.

"Simon! Get in the run! Come on!" His teacher called, motioning widely for him to get in.

He groaned and trotted up, joining the circle. You noticed his head of fluffy short hair and rushed to run at his side. "Simon!" You smiled.

"I guess we share a class together!"

Simon looked at you, somewhat surprised. "Hello?" He raised an eyebrow.

You snickered. "At least you aren't alone now."

He hummed, and went back to his run. Throughout PhysEd you didn't leave him alone. You were the new kid and he was the outcast. That's how it sort of pieced together. The two of you hanging out all day as much as you could.

You sat together at lunch. Even though Simon was very shut down, you didn't push him. A part of you told you, you had to be gentle with him.

But you worked for it. Throughout the next three years you came to be friends with Simon. Your main time to spend together came from school and breaks, as Simon had a curfew of 4:45 to be home and no later. You'd already seen him near a panic attack at having to rush home.

You briefly saw his older brother pick him up once. But from what you could sense, his family wasn't in a good situation.

You walked up to Simon's locker, smiling when you saw him. "Hey Simon!"

Simon kept his head down, scuffing his feet. "Y/n..."

"Hey, you ok?" You tilted your head and checked on him.

Simon shoved his hands in his pockets, hiding his face away from you. You frowned softly, reaching out for his hand. You saw the bruises on his knuckles and fingers. The black and blue up his wrists and under his sleeves.

"Simon, show me your face."

"M'no..."

"Simon," You said softly, slowly reaching for his hood and pulling the side back. You saw the bruises speckling all up his cheek and around his eyebrow and cheekbone.

"Simon... We should get you to the nurse."

"No. You can't..."

"Simon, you're hurt."

He pushed your hand away but you had none of it. You gently took his hand and hugged him. "You can trust me..." You whispered and squeezed him gently.

Simon hesitated before leaning into you. His body is tired and wanting to rest. You slowly rocked him. "If you skip PhsyEd we can do homework in the classroom together instead..."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

He nodded against your shoulder and hid his face. And you held him as long as he needed, damn to the school bell.

You and Simon had now gotten to your final year of school. You were excited. Both of you would be able to get out and finally try and figure yourselves out.

And then 9/11 happened. Just as the new school year started. That rocked the both of you when you heard it. The school day had stopped as the news played over the tv and radio.

Simon got quieter again after that. You didn't connect the dots at first from the incident, but Simon kept his head down and stayed away from you.

He had been spending more of his time at a part time job after school as well. You two were close, but something was off about Simon. You two were quietly eating lunch, Simon staring down at his barely touched meal.

"Something is bugging you??" You asked. Finally catch him in a moment to talk.

He looked up at you. He shrugged a little and picked at his food some more.

"Simon... What's going on in your head??" You grew concerned. You didn't know what it was but part of you was afraid it was something you wouldn't be able to stop if you didn't ask.

Silence followed for a bit. You were about to ask again when Simon finally spoke. "I'm leaving..."

"Leaving??" You frowned. "Where are you going??" Was he going to run away? Vacation? Moving...??

Simon sighed softly. "I signed up for bootcamp..."

You blinked, surprised to hear that. "What?? Bootcamp??" You put your plate down. "When are you leaving?"

"Soon... A couple months.." He kept his gaze down.

"Simon, why didn't you tell me this?? Is this why you are trying to avoid me?"

"I just... Didn't want you to miss me. So I thought maybe if I avoided you a little more you'd forget about me."

You laughed softly. "Simon, why would I forget you?? You're my best friend. I will never forget you."

Simon was quiet. You both sat at the table quietly. "So, you really want to do this, don't you?"

"I do."

You nodded. You couldn't help being worried for Simon. He had been working on bulking up a little bit, and he was a strong witted character. But you worried as a friend. What if he got shot, injured, or killed? You couldn't bear to lose him.

"Ok, then I support that decision. Are you going because you want to serve, or get away from... Him?" You leaned closer and reached out for his hand.

"Both... But I want to serve."

Simon wanted to serve. After 9/11 it pushed him over the edge of a decision and he signed up. He was old enough to scrape into bootcamp.

When Simon packed up and got ready to leave, you texted him to meet up. Before he left you met him. It was a cold, rainy day, but you didn't mind trudging out through the puddles and dark clouds to find Simon.

He had his bags and umbrella, standing at the corner of the road. You fixed your rain coat and quickly rushed across the road.

"Simon!"

Simon waved at you. "Hey."

"Hey! Sorry, I'm wet, can I hug you??"

He nodded, and you eagerly hugged him tightly. Simon wrapped an arm around you, "Stay safe."

"You too, don't die, and stay up to date! I want to hear about all of it!" You smiled up at him.

Simon nodded as the bus showed up. He picked up his bags and started down the sidewalk.

"Wait, Simon!"

He paused and turned back to you.

"Just, call me! I want you to text me as soon as bootcamp is over!"

Simon pursed his lips and nodded. You watched him get on the bus, rain pouring down on you. You stayed there and waved as the bus left.

"Goodbye!!" You waved.

Simon and you did talk. After he got through bootcamp and was accepted he could talk to you a lot more. He would text and email when he could. But slowly, as Simon ranked up the texts started to slow.

You also moved on with your life. Getting a sturdy job and trying to build your life. But you never forgot each other.

Simon still remembered you, but he didn't know if you remembered him.

You remembered him every day when you did your work. When you saw military signs you thought fondly of Simon. You sent him email after email over the course of two years.

And he never responded. His office was collecting dust and his computer shoved in a cardboard box. Emails piling up over the years he was missing.

You eventually gave up, unsure if he was just busy or didn't care to talk anymore.

Vernon walked over. He grinned and kicked Simon in the stomach. "Wakey wakey, Riley~"

Simon choked. His chains rattled and his wrists chaff. He looked up at him, blood leaking down his mouth. He laid his head in the ground, his wrists squeezing behind his back.

"Come on, Riley. Give us a bark." Vernon taunted. He stepped on Simon's head, digging his heel in. Simon grits, biting into his gag. Blood leaked into his eye and he squeezed his eyes shut.

He thought of you. That's one of the things that kept him going. It kept him from breaking. It kept him going.

Vernon's taunting words were static ringing in his ears as he remembered you.

He never forgot you. Even when he lost his family. He had nothing left. He couldn't confide in anyone. He couldn't trust anyone. He felt completely alone.

He stared down at his phone and rubbed his face. He hadn't emailed you in over four years. He didn't even know if you remembered him. He wouldn't blame you if you'd have forgotten such an insignificant boy in your life.

"Hey, don't know if you remember me. There's a ceremony happening back home. Don't know if you want to come down, you don't have to."

He stared at the email. He groaned and sent it, feeling his heart practically twist up in his chest.

He didn't get any reply back in the days leading up, so he assumed you'd forgotten or deleted it. He wouldn't have blamed you if it went to spam.

He dressed up in his uniform and fixed his collar, taking a deep breath. Back home, the soldiers lined up, ready for the usual ceremony and happy reuniting of families.

They all sat or stood around the area. He couldn't spot you from his view. He didn't expect you to come. He was foolish.

He stood there firmly as the general and captain spoke. The ceremony lasted a bit, but his feet were used to the pain.

Eventually families were allowed out. Children shrieked and ran to their fathers. Sisters and brothers ran to their siblings and hugged them tightly. Wives and husbands immediately went to tap out their lovers.

Simon continued to look ahead, hands firm at his sides.

He mate next to him hugged his little brother and walked off. People slowly flooded away and soldiers spared thin. Simon had no family, he had no friends, he had no one who could tap him out.

He'd once again stand around until the captain could tap him out at the end. He was waiting for chairs to empty and families to leave. Waiting for the area went quiet as people packed up and they cleaned.

The general would talk for a bit and the captain would come over. They'd thank him for his duty and finally tap him out so he could wander.

As people walked away, you picked up your bag and wandered through the people. "Excuse me. Sorry, sorry. I'm just gonna sneak through here." You said as you wormed past people.

You walked into the concrete and looked around, spotting him. One of the last men standing there firmly.

You smiled and walked in front of him. Wow, he had changed so much. Shaved his head, taller, much stronger. Scars all over his body from what you could see showing under the uniform.

Simon spotted you, keeping his face still. Wow, you have changed. Was that you?? It was. It really is...

You took a deep breath and kept still. You stood in front of him. "Hey Simon." You tapped his chest.

Simon relaxed his joints slightly. And without hesitation you rushed into his arms. Simon smiled, squeezing you tightly.

"I missed you..." You whispered, squeezing his uniform. "I missed you so much."

Simon squeezed you back and hid against you. You smiled warmly, and slowly rubbed his back. "I got your email." You whisper.

"Thought you'd forgotten about me..." He mumbled against your shoulder.

"Simon... I told you I'd never forget about you. Not my best friend."

His heart swelled and he smiled against your shoulder. He squeezed you and then put you down gently.

You wiped a few tears and looked up at him. "It's so good to see you buddy. You look good."

"I look like shit... Couldn't sleep on my flight..."

"Oh hush, you look good!" You gently patted his arm. "Come on, let's get something to eat." You took his hand and led him away.

Simon blinked, surprised. "What??"

"Come on, you're hungry aren't you??"

Simon hesitated and then nodded. Yeah, actually, he was hungry. Now that you mention it.

"Well, there's Five Guys not far from here." You chime and smile.

Simon finally chuckled and smiled, squeezing your hand and rushing to follow. "You really didn't forget..."

"I'd never forget buddy, I love you, y'know."

Simon's lip wobbled. You were truly the best. Just... The best.

"Yeah..." He rubbed your knuckle. "I love you too.."

i just realized—

maybe i have a type:

When your in the mood for fluff but all you can find are smut

Can I have a request for Daryl smut, where he has always been kind of a closed off and always during sex would keep his shirt on not wanting you to see his scars but one night you walk into your guys bedroom(during Alexandra time) while he’s getting changed and he freezes pretty much and you show him how much you love every part of him including his scars. @ me plz!

Scars

Pairing: Daryl x gf!Reader

Masterlist!

Rating: 18+

Warnings:Trama, Walkers,smut,Praise Kink,Talk about Scars, Fluff

A/n: this is my first smut so sorry if there are mistakes or that it sucks

Hearing the gates close behind you and Daryl as you guys make your way to Maggie and Rick who take the dead rabbits and dear you guys have managed to find surprisingly, it took five hours but it was worth it. You and the others meet up to talk about who’s going on the supply run tomorrow when Daryl and Rick say they’ll go and take a couple other men just to be safe,after discussing what’s going to happen, you all head back to your homes for the day. You and Daryl walk inside. Daryl sits down and starts cleaning his bow while you cook dinner for the both of you.

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After finishing the food you grabbed a bowl for you and Daryl and sat down in front of him after handing him his bowl. “What time are you guys going on the supply run tomorrow?” You ask hoping he’ll be home by the time you wake up. “Early mornin but I don’t know what time I’ll be back hopefully before yer awake” he reply’s before getting up and putting his plate in the sink after finishing his soup and you do the same and wash them and put them away. “Okay let’s get some sleep then so you can wake up early enough” you say walking upstairs to your room. Taking off your holster with your knife and gun in it, putting it on the dresser and changing into a big shirt and shorts and head into the bathroom to brighten your teeth,closing the door behind you so Daryl can get changed.You come out after hearing Daryl lay down and you go around to your side and lift the blankets to lay underneath them and cuddle into Daryl’s side with your head on his chest. You say your goodnights before falling asleep.

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The next morning you wake up feeling around the bed expecting Daryl to be on his side of the bed but no luck when you’re met with nothing but coldness. You get up and get dressed,strapping your knife into your holster,before heading out of yours and Daryl’s house.You greet Maggie taking over your shift for look out.

Few hours go by when you hear the sound of a motorcycle, telling the guys below to open the gates while getting down from your spot, You go ask how the supply run went when you see Daryl is all covered in dirt and blood.After a short conversation with the others you take Daryl to your guys house knowing he needs a shower after all that.giving him some privacy you leave your room for him to shower. You’ve always left when he would take off his shirt,he was very insecure about it and you didn’t wanna make him feel uncomfortable and feel like he had to tell you what happened. Every since you started dating him he would always leave his shirt on even during sex. It didn’t bother you of course it didn’t,but you wondered what happened and why he doesn’t take off his shirt but you don’t wanna push him,so you always drop it. Fifteen minutes later you walk back into your room,usually he’s done and dress by then, but upon opening the door you see him just now finally getting his shirt off,he freezes hearing the door open,turning his head. You walk over to him and run your hand down his back feeling every scar. “Disgusting aren’t they?” Daryl grumbles turning his head away from yours not wanting to look at you. “Their not gross,there part of who you are and what you have been through”, you place soft kisses to every scar. You pull away and grab his hand going into the bathroom and turning on the water. Taking your own clothes off you step in the shower telling him to get in too, after finally convincing him,you grab a rag and start to wash his body. After finishing everything, you look up at him seeing that he’s watching you with admiration and lust. You kiss him softly then he pulls you into him and deepens the kiss making it urgent with need. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. His firm cock getting in contact with your skin got a low moan from him, the sound muffled by your mouth locked on his. Desperate for air, you pulled away, panting. His mouth shot to your throat, kissing and sucking on all your tender spots he passed so much time mentally mapping. The head of his cock teased your entrance, a buck of your hips telling him your ready. His hard shaft slowly got in with ease, you walls tighten around him with ease. It was there that he truly felt at home, in you to the tilt, connected to you in the most intimate way and allowed to share every feeling with you without any shame. With each trust your panting accelerated and your moans became louder. Music to his ears, your voice encouraged him to go faster and deeper, reaching spots that he knew would get you to your climax and get him over the edge with you. You lay your head into his neck as the water runs down you guys, sucking on his neck softly telling him how much you love him,every part of him. His thrusts are slow but filled with lust and love. He moves his head into your neck and cries softly into your neck allowing his walls to break down, him repeating over and over again that he loves you. You clench around him reaching your climax as you hold his closer knowing he’s close too. “Let go baby,please I wanna feel you” you moan feeling your climax take over you as you cum, along with Daryl feeling him let go into you not wanting to let you go. Resting your forehead against his you hear him mumble,not understanding him you ask him to repeat it. “Ma’ry me?” Daryl mumbles again to you hoping you hear him. Not expecting him to ask you think look look at him in shock but lean down and kiss him before nodding your head yes. Closing your eyes having everything you wanted right in front of you even though right outside those walls the world is shit and everything can change any second.

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