I hate that everytime i go to the doctor for anything the answer is always "its just anxiety" first of all wtf and second of all of if It is anxiety shouldnt It be concerning that its bad enough to cause physical pain???? But idk just a thought
warnings: nsfw! p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), cheating, not proofread!
roommate!hamzah who’s been cleaning the house more often. you know, washing dishes, keeping the living room nice and clean, and the bathroom not a complete mess. ever since that night hamzah has been the most decent roommate you could ask for, until.. he met your new boyfriend, ben.
he remembers the day so vividly you brought that asshole into y’all’s home, keyword, YALL’S home. he was sitting on the couch—cuddling with the cats until he heard the door open. jumping up to go greet you, he was instead greeted with a tall (not really) man, having him questioning who the fuck just walked into his house.
‘uhh.. who the fuck are you?’ hamzah snarled. before the man could say something, you walked into the house and smiled when you seen hamzah. ‘hamzah! just the guy i was looking for. i want you to meet ben! ben this is roommate hamzah—hamzah this is my boyfriend, ben!’ you smile, showing all your pearly whites. ben? what kind of white fuck boy name is that? hamzah was NOT impressed by this dude and wanted him gone in an instant.
ben held his hand out for hamzah to shake and hamzah just stared at it with a disgusted look on his face. you clear your throat and awkwardly laugh. fuck—the tension in this small ass kitchen is so thick and awkward you could cut it with a knife. ‘um.. he’s not really a touchy guy..’ you whisper to ben, he quickly took his hand back and nodded.
‘it’s nice to finally meet you, man. y/n is always talking about you.’ ben says.
nice to meet him? does he know what hamzah’s tongue has fucked you before and you even asking him to do it again two days later? or does he know that he can hear you moan his name while you finger yourself at night, thinking he’s sleeping and can’t hear you? news flash, he always hears you. and always make sure to stroke his cock to your sweet, innocent moans that come out of your mouth.
hamzah studied this “ben” guy for a minute. he looks like he comes from a gated community, has on fucking khakis, and a nice watch sitting on his hairy ass wrist. this dude looks like a douche bag. you give hamzah a weird stare as he stares at your boyfriend, ben also gives him a questionable look. ‘um.. we’re gonna go to my room.. um, you can have whatever you want for dinner, i ate at ben’s.’ you drag your new boyfriend out of the kitchen and to your room, leaving a jealous, angry hamzah. while walking hamzah secretly hears you mumble ‘sorry about him, he’s a little weird.’ girl.. how dare you?
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over the next few weeks, hamzah felt like he was in hell. most everyday your boyfri- i mean ben, would come over, trash the house, use his bathroom, playing his video games, eat his food, and even fuck his girl.
hamzah walks into his home, exhausted from planning some things for the slushy noobz channel. he stopped dead in his tracks, he knows that ain’t his game he’s hearing. hamzah knew it couldn’t be you, you wouldn’t give a flying fuck to play a video game, all you do is play the sims or Roblox on your macbook. he heard Fortnite going off on the loud tv and he swears to god, if your nasty ass boyfriend is playing Fortnite on his account, messing up his kills, he was gonna kill this guy.
hamzah walks into the living to see exactly what he didn’t want to see. ben was playing his game on your couch while eating literally the chips hamzah bought yesterday for himself, to the side of him was you working on your laptop, not even noticing he was standing right there. ben looks up and smiles ‘hamzah! my man what’s up’
the look hamzah had on his face was so disrespectful, this man literally hated ben’s guts. hamzah sighs and rub his eyes. ‘y/n can you tell your sloppy boyfriend to get the fuck off of my game, please? respectfully though, ben.’
you bring your attention to hamzah and then at the tv. ‘oh i didn’t think you won’t have a problem with it..’ you mumble. a problem? girl this is bigger than a fucking problem, you knew hamzah hated when other people touched his stuff, you were doing this on purpose. ben hurriedly got off the game and apologized, walking out of the living room to your room. ‘i know your doing this on purpose and for what? are you pent up like last tim-’
‘shut up, ben fulfills my needs, okay? fucking asshole.’ you groan. hamzah watched you stand up and walk off
hamzah scoffed. ‘oh really? so you don’t be moaning my name in the middle of the night because ben didn’t make you cum hard like I do?’ you stop dead in your tracks and turn around, shushing him.
‘shut the hell up! ben could hear you, now, what the hell are you talking about?’ you shush hamzah, putting a hand over his mouth. hamzah takes your hand off of his mouth.
‘what it’s the truth? you know you miss me.’ hamzah teases.
hamzah starts kissing on your neck, his hands crawling down to your waist. you easily give in, a soft moan leaving your mouth. what the fuck are you doing? no like actually, your boyfriend can walk in any minute and see your roommate kissing down your neck, hands on your waist, looking like he’s done this before and he would be right.
‘you miss my touch, my fingers, my tongue.’
you push hamzah off and shake your head. ‘no i don’t—that was just a one time.. thing.’ you sigh. hamzah hums and looks at you. he has you under his spell and you can’t get from under it. you leave the living room and walk to your room, where Ben is, you’ll show him that you don’t need him.
ben was sitting on the bed—lazily scrolling on what it looks like instagram. you grab Ben’s phone, throw on the bed somewhere and smash your lips into his. he was surprised at first. ‘baby, what are you doing?’ he mumbled into the kiss. you remove your lips and go down to his neck. ‘i need you.. need to show him.’ you whisper that last part while taking off Ben’s shirt.
‘what..?’ ben says between kiss. you untie his pajama pants and palm his bulge. ben hisses at the contact, looking up at you innocently, aw—he’s too cute. you pull his boxers down and stroke his cock. ‘i need you to fuck me, benny.’ you whisper in his ear.
hamzah sat in his room, mind just wandering, thinking about how ever since this boyfriend of yours changed everything. he needed to do something about it. he doesn’t care if it’s toxic or obsessive, hamzah been wanting you ever since he saw your application to being his roommate. everything was perfect about you. and when he finally got you in his grasp, and now some dude is taking you away. that’s alright, he’ll show him.
‘benny! fuck.. right there! right there!’
you moaned out loud, making sure hamzah could hear. hamzah chuckled to himself, he could tell those moans we’re fake. you never moaned that loud unless he was hitting that sweet spot in your pussy, and you and hamzah both know ben.. is never gonna hit that spot, only hamzah can. with these thin walls you could hear everything. bed creaking, ben’s soft groans, your fake moans, it honestly cracked hamzah up. doing all that just for him to not get you to cum. it’s only been 5 minutes and he’s already done? pathetic.
he heard the door to your room open and close—signaling ben was finally leaving and going back to his own fucking home for once. it’s sad, you go and show off this handsome and nice guy and he sucks in bed, poor y/n.
a few minutes later, hamzah hears a knock on his door. wow girl, you not gon wait a few days to ask for the dick? hamzah smiles ‘come in.’
you slowly open his door and hesitate before walking into the room that smells like weed and slightly messy.
‘lemme guess, pretty boy didn’t get you to finish, huh?’ the 5’11 man stands up. he walks over to you, closing the wide gap between you two. your eyes stay on the floor, you were supposed to stand your ground, but you always give in to him—always.
hamzah wraps his hands around your waist, sending a shiver through your body. ‘i knew he couldn’t, he doesn’t touch you like i do.’ hamzah leads you to his bed and gently pushes you down. he gets down on his knees, and places your legs on his shoulders—giving him access to your pussy. he kisses up and down your thighs, your shorts being the only barrier between his mouth and your bare pussy.
you gently close your eyes, feeling his mouth tease you—finally, you were being patient, you needed this, you wanted this, you don’t know how long it’s been since you came hard, or even at all.
hamzah pulls your shorts down—letting out a breathless laugh, seeing you so wet for him. he’s almost puts his mouth on you but stops. he notices your eyes are closed, you looked fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.
‘y/n, look at me, i wanna see your face when you moan my name.’ he begs. you open your eyes and look down between your legs. shit, this is so wrong. you shouldn’t be cheating on your boyfriend but, you cant resist hamzah. he looks so sexy under the dimmed light in his room—his curls are just perfect, he’s eyes are low, and his mouth is ready. ‘there you go, pretty girl—eyes on me.’
hamzah slowly licks a wet, long stroke against your pussy with his tongue. you quietly gasp at the contact, you miss this so much. hamzah sucks on your clit, hands griping your soft thighs, even sending a soft tap to it—making you moan. hamzah inserts 2 fingers inside you, curling them in the right places. you close your close and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. hamzah see this and takes his mouth off, you instantly look down at him.
‘didn’t i tell you to look at me? see what happens when your eyes off again.’ hamzah snarls. you quietly whine and keep your eyes on him. hamzah goes back down and inserts his tongue inside off the jump. wet noises and moans fill up the messy room. ‘hamzah..’ you whisper and your eyes go low. you feel his tongue go in and out and in and out. he moaned against your pussy, making you clench around his tongue. you lean back into the bed and close your eyes, you can’t help it.
hamzah takes his mouth off of you and stands up. ‘fuck, i need that pussy on me.’ he says breathlessly. he takes off his shirt and you take no time unzipping his pants and pulling them down.
hamzah moves between your legs and sets your legs on his shoulders again. he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes in. you feel him stretching you out, slight hurting getting to adjust to his size. hamzah stays still until you tell him to move, he starts off slow—the both of you gasping and moaning. he starts to pick up the pace, skin slapping fills up the room. this definitely isnt his first time, i mean he did have girls over every night and you heard any single thing. how loud they moaning, them moaning his name, he was a pro.
‘look at her clenching around me, i bet that boyfriend of yours can’t make you do that, huh?’ hamzah talks. you moan in response, hands gripping his arms. he had you in a full mating press, stretching out places you’ve never even stretched before.
‘mmmgh, fuckk..’ you moan, your eyes closing shut. hamzah pulls out, you whine at the lost contact until he flips you over on your stomach. he had you ass up and face down.
hamzah had to let you know that you were his—and he’ll do that by destroying your guts. he puts a hand on your back, letting you arch it a little bit and a hand in your hair—pushing your face into the pillows, muffling your moans. he goes inside again and starts off with a rapid pace.
your face pushed into his white pillows—moaning after every thrust. ‘say your mine.’ hamzah groans. you don’t say anything. you keep moaning away, hands gripping the white sheets on his bed, drool slightly come out of your mouth.
‘y/n, im not gonna ask you again.’ he says. ‘say’ thrust. ‘your’ thrust. ‘fucking’ thrust. ‘mine’. his cock hitting your spot every word, each thrust harder than the last one. he pulls your head up by your hair—you look a hot mess, he wanted you that way. having you fucked out by him lets him know that your u see his spell, once again.
‘im.. yours, hamzah. fuck..!’ you blurt out. he pulls you closer to him and smashes his lips into yours. he breaks away from the kiss, pushes you back down into the mattress and grabs something out of view. you hear his phone unlock and see the bright flashlight come on. wait.. is he recording this shit?
the camera is capturing everything, his cock ramming in and out of you, your fucked out side profile, you’re so fucked.
‘tell benny boy how i fuck you so good, baby.’ hamzah says breathlessly. you hide your face in the pillows, ben can’t see this. you thought about how bad this would look you, the thing is..
ben has been suspicious about hamzah ever since he’s met him. the way hamzah looks and talks to you, the way he talks about you. he’s weird, he talks like he’s the one dating you not him—and now the guy he wasn’t supposed to worry about.. is fucking his girlfriend.
he puts the phone closer to your pussy, just creaming on his cock. ‘your mine, right?’ he asks, phone zooming out to record your face. you don’t say anything once again. hamzah smacks your ass , sending a jolt through your body, leaving a red spot on your ass cheek. you mumble your words into the pillow, moans getting louder with every thrust—still hitting your sweet spot every thrust.
‘what was that?’ he whispered in your ear. you pick your head up and slightly stuttered. ‘mmm.. i’m yours.’ you whined and put your head back into the pillow. hamzah smirks and turns the camera on him. ‘this is how you fuck your girl, ben.’ he chuckles into the camera. he stops recording and throws his phone off somewhere.
you feel a tight knot in your stomach that you haven’t felt in weeks, this would be your first orgasm after who knows how long. ‘hamzah.. im gonna—oh shit.. im gonna cum’ your whine and place a hand on hamzah’s stomach to slow him down. hamzah swats your hand away and he goes deeper. ‘oh yeah? let go—cum for me.’ hamzah talks in your ear.
your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm comes. you mumble words as your orgasm washes over you, one of his hands goes down to your clit and rubs it as you cum, while the other grips your hip. hamzah cums shortly after you. his thrusts starts going staggered, he groans and throws his head back. the room is filled his pants and soft moans.
hamzah slowly pulls out, his cum oozing out of you. he smiles at your fucked out state. your body is shaking—girl, you’re a blubbering mess.
‘and send.. he should know who you belong to now.’ hamzah says, he sounds fucking evil.
sigh, you (don’t) hate your roommate..
a/n: hi guysss!! im so sorry this took so long to come out, ive been busy with finals and its been kicking my ass so hard. i hope you guys like this! bye!
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public enemy number one | girl dad bucky x fem reader
authors notes: this came entirely from a tiktok that i saw and thought yeah that's kinda bucky coded! i'm always so unoriginal when it comes to naming his kids, so oops. i swear this is so silly, i was just waffling for half of it.
warnings: sam's a menance, bucky threatens to kill him (lovingly), a whole load of fluff! and i think that's it?
word count: 1.2k
summary:
being a dad is all fun and games until she learns how to slap bucky— or so he thinks until you change his point of view on it all.
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if you had to pick which was harder, between saving the world (twice) and being a mom for the first time, you'd have to pick being a mom. at least saving the world came with a little more sleep and some vague resemblance of a schedule. being a first time mom felt like you were free falling without a parachute.
and bucky?
bucky had been so good through all of it that sometimes he made you want to cry without even trying—the weeks of sleepless nights had been for nothing, he'd taken to it like a duck to water. and in all of that, he let you sleep in as often as he could, holding the fort down. today had been one of those days where you'd woken up to the light filtering through the crack in the curtains instead of tiny little cries from the nursery.
you yawned softly as you padded into the kitchen, completely unfazed by the fact sam was already in your house. if it wasn't him, it was steve, if it wasn't steve then it was nat—and if it was none of them? something was probably wrong somewhere. but this felt different, like everything was charged in some way that you didn't get yet.
"now why does it feel like i'm walking into something?"
"you're not."
"you so are." sam snorted from behind his coffee mug, which earned him a death glare from bucky. "you have no idea what you're walking into. "you're raising one hell of a baby, you know that? at this rate, we're gonna have to get her a little avengers onesie and some wings."
"you're not getting my girl wings, birdbrain." bucky grumbled, holding becca at arms length like she was ticking time bomb instead of his little girl. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him, held tilting slightly as you tried to figure it out as her arms waved wildly. "she slaps him." sam said with way too much enthusiasm for this time of the morning, or ever, really. "every time he speaks, she slaps him on the cheek. first time is a coincidence, right? but we're sat here, talkin' about the mission report, and boom! she keeps at it."
bucky looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. he loved her with everything he had, and she was more interested in smacking him—and she didn't even have that much dexterity yet. it didn't even mark, but it made a dent in his ego, a big one. "she doesn't slap me. i don't even think—hey!" she managed to wiggle herself forward enough to reach him, her palm slapping against his cheek. the worst part—at least for him—was the fact she looked over the moon with herself each time, giggling and babbling like it was the best thing she'd ever discovered. you just blinked at him as you held back a laugh, trying your hardest to keep a straight face. because it wasn't funny.
except it was, it really really was.
"oh." you breathed softly, lips twitching as you failed to keep it under control any longer. "that's—yeah. okay, that's a thing. uh huh. a new development" you nodded as you sat down on the couch next to him as you reached over, scooping becca out of his arms. "hey, pretty girlie. yeah, hi." you cooed as she settled in your arms, head resting against your shoulder. "i dunno, she seems fine to me." bucky rolled his eyes, grumbling something under his breath that you couldn't make out. "yeah, because she's not trying to assault you. i did everything right, all of it. changed her, fed her on time. and she's still acting like i'm public enemy number one." he was pouting now—bottom lip fully sticking out like a petulant schoolkid instead of a fully grown super soldier turned dad.
"first of all, she isn't assaulting you. she's less than ten pounds, her brain isn't even developed enough to know what the word means." you murmured as you dipped your head enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. "i think you're looking at it all wrong. thanks." you smiled as sam set you a cup of coffee down on the table in front of you.
"i think she's just excited to listen to you, and she's just redirecting it all wrong. because unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you look at it—she inherited the gene from me that means she'd listen to you read the back of the cereal box from me. didn't you, baby? yeah, you did." you cooed, bouncing her slightly as she started to babble again. "she's only got little arms, your cheek is the closest thing she can reach. here, try again." you passed her back over before you picked your mug up and took that first sweet, sweet, sip of caffeinated goodness. "she's just gonna do it again." he huffed as she watched her eyes light up as he lifted her up in the air, arms getting ready to flail around in his direction.
"you're a traitor, baby girl. i thought we had something going, y'know?a bond, but this is how you repay me, huh?" you curled your legs underneath yourself as you tried to get comfy, holding your breath for a second as you watched her wave her arm around. bucky lifted her up, blowing a raspberry as she giggled away. instead of hitting his cheek, this time she opted for his forehead—similar to the way the two of you petted alpine, who was probably hiding in your office somewhere from all the noise—as the pieces started to fall into place.
"oh, so now she's pettin' you." sam grinned, folding his arms across his chest as he watched on. this was probably the most fun he'd had in a very long time, there was something hilarious about a six foot wall of muscle being petted like a house cat. "at least it's an improvement."
bucky glared at him before he lowered her into his lap and covered her ears so he could continue. "i'm gonna kill you one day. real slow, and i'm gonna enjoy it." he uncovered her ears once the threat was out of the way—because he was determined that she'd never know violence, even in the form of an empty threat. "she's showing you that she loves you. think about it—she watches us do this with alps all the time. i think she's been watching." you couldn't prove it officially, but you were starting to think that she was smarter than most babies her age, she seemed to grasp things well beyond her. "she's trying to love you."
that cracked something wide open in his chest, letting that warm fuzzy feeling back in. the same one he got every time she yawned, or moved, or just blinked. despite the gruff exterior, she was slowly melting him from the inside out. "she loves me." he murmured like it was some kind of groundbreaking fact and not something he'd known subconsciously since the first time he'd held her in his arms. sam was absolutely recording the whole thing to pull back up later down the line when bucky tried to protest the fact that he wasn't soft, but right now, all bucky could focus on was the babbling baby in his lap who'd just petted him. "yeah, you love me."
there was a hundred times in his life where he thought he'd never get this—stability, a family, love, and now it consumed every minute of his life, and it wasn't something he'd swap for anything in the world.
you’re getting restless and bucky realizes long before you say anything; it’s in the way your fingers keep absentmindedly tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, the way you shift every few seconds where you’re sitting beside him on the couch, unable to settle no matter how hard you try. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t think everything needs to be explained with words. instead, he simply glances over from the book he’d barely been reading, closes it without a sound, and pats his thigh in quiet invitation.
you look at him for a second before understanding, smiling just a little as you scoot closer until your head rests comfortably in his lap. “is it better now?,” he murmur, voice rough with that familiar brooklyn warmth, one corner of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. almost instinctively, his flesh hand slides into your hair.
his fingers comb carefully through the strands before lightly scratching against your scalp. every movement is gentle, deliberate, as though he’s handling something precious. his metal hand rest against your shoulder, cool and steady, keeping you close while the other continued its quiet work. you don’t even realize how tense you have been until your entire body begins to sink into the cushions beneath you.
bucky’s fingertips drift from your hairline toward the back of your head before returning again, repeating the same soothing pattern over and over. he has gotten completely lost in taking care of you. “that feels nice?” he ask quietly. you only hum, eyes already closed. “figured.” he voice again, tone quieter and fond.
silence settles between you, but with bucky it never feels empty. it’s comfortable, safe, filled only with the faint sound of his breathing and the slow rhythm of his fingers moving through your hair. every so often he’d brush his thumb lightly over your temple, his eyes looking at you properly. after a while he smile to himself, still playing with your hair. “you’re falling asleep on me,” he whisper, amusement hidden beneath the tenderness in his voice.
you’d barely manage a sleepy, “maybe.” his fingers never stop moving. “that’s okay,” he murmur. “i’ll stay right here, doll.”
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