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toxicanonymity · 2 months ago

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cheetah print, pt. 2 of 2

Joel x f!reader x Tommy, 2k words (part 1 here)

"Pussy’s ours,” Joel said, “But the womb is mine.” He grazed your lower belly. “Want ya blowin’ up round with my baby.”

WARNINGS: 18+, PWP, unsafe PIV, double penetration (double vag; vag/anal), dirty talk, degradation, cream pies, breeding kink, huge loads, body/weight talk, cum inflation, miller incest via DP, fuck it we ball. leopard print au NOTES: My miller bros masterlist has fic recs with more DP. BONUS PART HERE

“So ya wrecked her pussy, huh?” Tommy asked.

“Oof,” Joel answered and kneaded your ass. “See for yourself.” They both watched your pussy cling to to Joel’s cock as he slid back nice and slow and told you, “Face down, ass up, sugar.”

You assumed the position, earning a “good girl” from Joel.

You winced at the emptiness, and at the air hitting your dripping cunt.

“Oh yeah,” Joel observed. He stopped a trickle of cum with his finger and pushed it back in.

“God damn,” Tommy said. “Nice work.”

Joel spread your pussy lips to show Tommy your insides. “See all that?”

“Two loads?” Tommy asked. “I ain’t been gone long enough for three.”

“Just one so far,” Joel bragged.

“No shit,” Tommy said.

“Told ya those supplements work,” Joel replied.

The cum began to trickle out again and this time Tommy was the one to catch it on his finger and slide it back into you. “Mmm…. Look like she could use a plug,” Tommy mused.

“Well i sure as hell ain't done here,” Joel said, “Long as we got that straight.”

“Yes sir,” Tommy said and untied his board shorts.

“What are you waitin’ for,” Joel asked, “Plug her up.”

Tommy slid into you, easily bottomed out. “Wrecked ya good, huh?” he murmured. Your pussy winked at his words.

“Ooh, she still got it though,” Tommy remarked.

With another shift of his hips, Tommy plugged you up good. “There ya go,” Tommy whispered.

He held your hips and stayed fully seated inside you, keeping you full, plugging Joel’s cum in your cunt, presumably until Joel was ready to give you more.

Joel positioned himself in front of you, softening cock in his hand. “Give’m a kiss, baby,” he directed you. You lowered your head, with Tommy’s cock still in your pussy, and took the head of Joel’s cock into your mouth.

“Good girl. Easy now.” You sucked him nice and easy while the brothers chatted like you weren’t there.

Tommy asked, “Remember what we talked about the other night?”

“About takin’ a trip up north?” Joel asked with his cock hardening again in your mouth.

“Nah, ‘bout how it’s been a few years since we, uh. . . Shared a hole. At the same time, I mean. Still think this one’s up to it?”

“Guess we better try her on and find out,” Joel said and twitched in your mouth. “Think there’s room?” he asked his brother.

Tommy did a little swirl of his hips and said, ”yeah, you got her nice’n open.”

Joel was stiff in your mouth, and told you, “That’s enough.” He got up and went behind Tommy to look at you wrapped around that dick.

Joel tilted his head to look at where your body was joined with his brother’s. “Fuck, man, you gotta tell me if she’s leakin’,” Joel said.

“Just means ya fucked her out good, s’all,” Tommy congratulated him. Tommy demonstrated by scooping up the semen with his fingers and sliding them in along with his cock.

“What’s the goin’ rate for double-vag these days?” Joel asked and your face burned. When you didn’t say anything, he concluded, “Shit, almost forgot you’re in it for the cock, ain’t that right?” Then Joel said to Tommy, “I want her facin’ me. Gotta see the look on her face.”

Then Joel laid face up and held his cock for you and said, “C’mere, sugar.”

As you sank down on Joel’s cock, he said “Look at you all fucked out already. He looked your body up and down. “God damn.” He palmed your tits, slid his hands down your abdomen, and as he raked his fingers over your lower belly, he said, “Tommy ain’t gonna come in here, know why?”

“Cause you found me first? This pussy’s yours?”

“Nuh-uh. This pussy’s ours,” Joel said, “But the womb is mine.” He grazed your lower belly affectionately with his knuckles. “Want ya blowin’ up round with my baby.” The image made you throb harder.

“C’mere,” Joel whispered and hugged you toward him.

In the background, Tommy was lubing up his cock. Then he got in position behind you and used two lubed up fingers to push Joel’s cock down in your cunt, making room for his own cock on top. Tommy’s tip prodded at your hole but didn’t go in. Then he used his fingers to help more. He pushed the head in, wedging it in, smushed on top of Joel’s cock, making you gasp. Then he used his fingers to help push the head in more and adjust your walls so they hugged the tip comfortably. Joel tilted his hip to let out a couple of inches.

“Ready?” Joel asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy answered, strained.

Joel counted, “one, two,” then Tommy pushed half his cock in as Joel’s length slid back into you.

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed at the stretch. “Fuck fuck fuck, oh, god.”

Joel smiled as he read the combined pain and pleasure on your face. “She’s good,” he told Tommy. Tommy bit his lip and slid in further, making Joel moan.

“Good girl,” he praised you. “Look at you, takin’ both these big dicks,” he marveled.

Your cunt burned and so did your upper body. Two men had their cocks in your cunt at the same time, and their cocks weren’t small. It embararssed you and turned you on.

“Good girl,” Tommy echoed. “How’d ya know that was gonna work?” he asked Joel.

“She’s just got that look about her,” Joel said. “Moment I laid eyes on her, knew anything was possible.”

“Guess so,” Tommy agreed.

“Plus,” joel continued. “The way she sat right down on your cock last time, and all I did was open the truck door? God damn…. Fuck, that was hot”

You moaned at the memory and mounting pleasure as your body adjusted to the double girth.

“Yeah,” Joel whispered. “You liked that.” He rocked his hips under you, making Tommy grunt at the friction.

“You sure are somethin’,” Tommy muttered.

“She’s my somethin’,” Joel reminded him. “How’s it feel sugar?” Joel asked.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “God, I’m fuck, I’m so stuffed. Packed.”

Both men moaned and twitched at your words.

“God, it’s so much, like I could burst,” you said. “Just totally stuffed.”

“Yeah?How ya fittin’ us anyway?” Joel asked.

“It’s like everything’s moved out of the way,” you said. “Like, all my insides are pushed apart and up,” you panted, then took a moment for a deep breath. “Like pushing up on my lungs even,” you took another deep breath, then sighed. You reached your hand between you and Joel and felt your tummy. “Fuck, I’m full,” you said.

Joel fucked you slowly. “Yeah, takin’ these cocks real good. Girl like you needs two cocks, huh? You got the hungriest cunt, sugar. You’re a real good girl. Best kinda girl. God I love this hungry cunt. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Surprised she can talk,” Tommy said.

“What’d I tell ya?” Joel asked. “She’s a pro….. She was droolin’ for it earlier. Knew she wanted more.”

“Fuck, I’m so packed—ohh,” You moaned with joel sliding in your cunt with his brother’s dick.

“Look so hot, baby,” Joel gushed. “Feel so good, takin’ our cocks.”

“Oh,” you moaned.

“You want some more? Ready for another load?” Joel asked, breathing heavier. “I got more, don’t worry.”

“I dunno, Joel,” Tommy hesitated, “Fraid I might–”

“You better not,” Joel warned. “You know your fuckin’ place.”

Tommy took a deep breath, bit his lip and held still. Joel thrusted a few short strokes, moaning, “oh, yeah,” Then groaned as he pulsed in your cunt, throbbing against your walls and Tommy’s cock as he unleashed a massive load.”

You were speechless, it just pumped and pumped into you. “Fuck, that was a lot,” you panted.

“Ain’t quite—ohh,” Joel moaned, still throbbing. “Fuck,” A few more massive twitches, and he sighed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow if I don’t pull out,” Tommy warned.

Joel was exasperated, “Fuck, it’s gonna leak all over the place,” he complained, “gonna be too loose right now.”

Your chest was on fire.

“It’s okay, I — I got it,” Tomy said and squirted lube onto his thumb. He hastily smeared it into your asshole, then pulled out of your overstuffed cunt and slid his used dick right up your taint and started pushing into your ass, making you moan.

Joel was spellbound by the face you made.

“Oh, god,” you said. “Fuck.”

Tommy pushed his dripping cock into your ass, with their cocks now separated by just the thin membrane of your back wall.

“That feel good too, huh?” Joel asked

Your wrecked face answered as yo nodded.

Tommy backed up and slid into you, beginning to fuck you slow. “Oh, yeah,” Tommy whispered, “That’s a tight fuckin’ hole….. Good girl,” he said.

“Fuck, man, I’ve gotta-” Tommy warned.

“Fuck it, fill’er up.” Joel said.

“You sure?” Tommy asked.

“Fill her ass up all ya want,” Joel offered.

“It’s gonna—it’s gonna be a lot,” Tommy warned, fucking you slowly in the ass. It was a different fullness, still completely packed, but without the burn around their cocks.

“Yeah,” Joel said.

Tommy bottomed out and pulsed into your guts, groaning quietly as he came. “It’s—little more,” he panted already having dumped a full load. “Yeah,” he sighed.

You must have had ten loads worth of Miller jizz in you at that point. You’d never felt so full. Not only did they take up so much space inside of you, it felt like you yourself took up more space. Your belly was pushing against Joel’s happy trail. When Tommy finished coming, he affectionately placed his hands on your sides, then whispered, “Oh, wow,” and slid his hands around front a bit, feeling the swell of your belly.

“Thought ya said she wasn’t knocked up yet,” Tommy said, caressing your softer, rounder shape.

“Hell if I know,” Joel said. “Sit up a lil, baby,” he urged you. He slotted his fingers under your arms to help push you up, and tommy moved his hands to cup your tits, pulling you back. “There ya go,” Tommy said.

Joel’s eyes went dark looking at your fuller belly. “Fuck,” he whispered, and his breaths were heavy. His cock twitched in you, and you looked down and cradled your belly in your hands. “Oh my god,” you whispered.

Joel moaned and his eyes were glued to your belly as he erupted again, placing one massive hand on your belly as he came. “Oh baby,” he moaned, feeling your skin tighten under his palm with a little more growth. “Oh, fuck.”

They helped you get cleaned up. The swelling didn’t go down much after you got off their cocks.

You couldn’t keep your hands off your belly. You were bracing your hand on it like you were pregnant as they helped get you dressed. It sloshed as you walked. Joel took a picture and sent it to you because you wanted to know how you looked. Looking at the picture, you figured it was right at the line where it could pass for a very serious beer gut or food baby, or both combined. Maybe. Your tits could barely fit in your swim top, though.

When you rejoined your friend, she was staring blatantly at your swollen stomach. Your face burned, but you didn’t say anything. “You look different,” she said.

“Oh, I gained a few pounds,” you told her. “I really didn’t need that extra popsicle,” you cradled your gut. “It’s like I never stop.”

“I didn’t notice earlier,” she said. “I mean, not that there’s anything to… notice,” still couldn’t peel her eyes away.

“It’s okay,” you told her. You laid down and caressed your bump under the umbrella, dripping with arousal for the rest of the day.

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navybrat817 · 3 months ago

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Navy!!!

Cooking Together reader would totally get this for Alpine and Bucky would fall so hard for her 🥺🥰

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This is the cutest thing EVER.

Come on Over

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You stop by with a gift for Alpine.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, kissing, getting together, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Follow up to Cooking Together! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Two days. It had been two days since Bucky cooked dinner with you in his apartment and he couldn't stop thinking about you. You consumed his thoughts, your voice, your smile, how close you two were while you cooked. He couldn't stop imagining dancing with you in the kitchen, your body against his, your hearts racing in time.

The meal was one of the best he had ever made, which he believed had to be because you helped make it. The conversation at the table was nice, too. He made you laugh more than once, and he felt completely at ease. Nothing forced or awkward. It felt like a date.

But instead of asking you out on a real date when he walked you back to your apartment, he wished you good night and nothing more. Not even a kiss on the cheek. He thought you looked disappointed for a second, but you gave a smile and wished him a good night, too. He almost stopped you before you went into your place, but something just… held him back.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered, sitting down with a book to distract himself.

Alpine let out a meow as if she agreed, walking out of the room with her tail high.

“Thanks, Al. I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he muttered.

He hadn't made it to the end of the page when he heard a knock at the door. Placing the bookmark in with a sigh, he took a second to stretch once he stood up. He wasn’t expecting company and he hadn't ordered anything. Hopefully whoever was at the door wouldn’t be there for long.

“One sec,” he called out, slowly making his way over.

Once he opened it, his heart skipped a beat and he wished he would have rushed to get there instead of taking his time.

“Hi, Bucky!” you smiled.

He opened the door more to get a better look at you. Dressed down and holding a large box in your hands, you looked effortlessly beautiful. Did you have any idea what sort of spell you put on him whenever he saw you?

“Hi,” he breathed when he realized he was staring for too long.

“How are you?”

“Good,” he replied. Better now that he got to see you. It was also nice because you didn't ask him how he was for the sake of asking. You genuinely wanted to know. “How are you?” he asked, smoothing out his hair followed by his shirt for no reason. Did he look okay?

“I’m also good,” you said, frowning after a second. “But I should've asked if I could stop by. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied, his book long forgotten as he let you inside. Even if he had plans, he would’ve found a way to shift them around and make time for you. “I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Really?” You bit your lip, and he had to stop himself from groaning. “I was just here a couple of days ago.”

It felt like too long of a gap in-between seeing you. “You can come over whenever you want,” he smiled. He wished you could stop by every day.

Your shoulders relaxed and so did he. “I’m glad to hear that since I may have gotten a little something for Alpine and I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to bring it over.” You held up the box, your eyes crinkling with happiness. “But if you don't like it I can return it.”

“We really are spoiling her,” he chuckled, taking the box from your hands. He didnt mind spoiling Alpine, and it meant a lot that you cared about her. “I’m sure she��ll love your gift.”

Your smile brightened up the room and he found himself staring again. He wanted to drop the box and pull you into his arms to kiss you, ask you out on a date against your lips. Something.

“Hey, Alpine,” you said when she walked back into the living room, snapping him out of his thoughts. She went right to you and rubbed herself against your leg with a gentle purr. He considered himself lucky that his cat adored you so much.

“Look, Al. She got you a present,” he smiled, opening up the box. His eyes widened when looked inside. “And she outdid herself this time.”

You giggled when he took a mini sofa out. Alpine had a big pillow that she curled up on, but this was so much better in his eyes. “I thought it was perfect for her.”

“You mean purrfect?” he asked, inwardly cringing. Yeah, his game sucked.

But you giggled again, a sweet sound that made him sigh. “That's exactly what I meant.”

His eyes darted between his sofa and the mini one in his hand. “It… It matches mine,” he whispered, his heart full at the realization. “Did you have this specially made?”

You looked away for a moment. “Well, the sofa itself isn’t specially made, but the cover is. I figured since she’s your little partner in crime that she should have a sofa like yours to relax on,” you explained, a shy smile gracing your beautiful face. “I also figured I could take photos of her resting on it and send them when you’re on your next mission.”

He swallowed hard when he met your stare. Was it possible to fall for you more? “It’s a really thoughtful gift,” he said, setting it down so Alpine could inspect it for herself. You put time and effort into it, and he knew she’d sense that and love it.

“There’s one more thing,” you smiled, nodding to the box.

His brows pinched together before he looked inside. He somehow completely missed the small card at the bottom. “And what’s this?” he asked.

“It might be a gift card for that pizza place that you order from every week,” you casually said. If Alpine’s gift made his heart full, the additional gift had it overflowing. It may have seemed like a small gesture to you, but it meant a lot that you paid attention to his likes. “I know we plan on taking turns cooking together and I’m really looking forward to that, but I also know how much you love their pizza.”

Bucky pictured himself curled up with you on the sofa while you shared a pizza, Alpine on her little sofa nearby. The mental image brought a soft smile to his face. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I wanted to, Bucky,” you said.

Bucky wanted to do nice things for you, too. He wanted to treat you like the queen you were. You deserved it so much and more. Not just for being a good neighbor, but for being you; a shining beacon of light, something he craved after living in darkness for so long.

He moved closer and took one of your hands in his, your breath hitching when his thumb moved along your skin. He heard your heart racing, that same familiar excitement when he was close to you in the kitchen. “You’re beautiful,” he said before he could stop himself. “And amazing.”

“Oh.” He could practically hear the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I'm not-”

“Yes, you are. Believe me.” He wanted to sing your praises. God, how would you react if he praised you in bed?

You dipped your head when you giggled and he wanted to tip your chin up so he could see your pretty eyes again. “Well, you're very handsome and amazing, too,” you said so softly he almost missed it. You thought he was handsome? Amazing? “And I meant it when I said you're the best neighbor I’ve ever had.” You put a finger up when he opened his mouth. “If I can't argue when you compliment me, neither can you.”

“Fair enough,” he said, but wanted to be more than just the best neighbor you’ve ever had. “Do you… have any plans for the rest of the day?”

“No, I don't have any plans,” you answered, gazing at him expectantly, giving him an opening.

He inched forward, his heart racing. He had to take a chance, something he should've done two days ago. “Will you stay for dinner then?”

“Yeah, I will,” you smiled. He exhaled, happy that you wanted to stay. “Are we cooking something or ordering pizza?”

“I think it’s only fair that we get pizza since you were kind enough to get me that gift card.” As nice as that sounded, it wasn't enough. He selfishly wanted more. “But maybe…”

“Maybe what?” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes that said he was reading this right.

“Maybe we can have dinner this weekend, but as a date.”

He steeled himself, praying that you'd still be a friend and a good neighbor at the very least if he read it wrong and you didn't want to go out with him.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, your smile widening more. He almost didn't believe his ears. “I’d love that.”

“You… You really want to go out with me?” he asked, needing to hear you say it again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

You brought a hand to his cheek and he didn't hesitate to lean into your touch. “I really do.”

He still had your other hand in his and he wondered if he felt the light tremble that moved through his body. “Am I pushing my luck if I kiss you?”

You trembled this time. “Not at all,” you whispered.

His heart pounded in his ears when he leaned in. His nose brushed yours affectionately, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted, wanting to do this right. But you were waiting with bated breath, your lips skimming his and giving him permission. So he pressed his mouth against yours in the gentlest of kisses, not wanting to take more than you were willing to offer, not wanting to rush it.

“Should've done that two nights ago,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He should've kissed you a long time ago.

“So, you did want to kiss me two nights ago?” you asked breathlessly.

“Been wanting to kiss you for ages,” he admitted. He just wanted you, however you’d let him have you.

“I’ve been wanting that, too,” you smiled, letting him wrap his arm around you to hold you closer. Hearing you admit that brought a sense of relief and hunger. “So kiss me again.”

“In front of Al?” he teased, who was already curled up on her new sofa.

“Well.” He frowned when you tried to pull out of his grasp. “If you don't want to…”

He immediately pulled you back to him, smothering your giggle with his lips. He wanted to spend the rest of the day kissing you. And that was exactly what he did.

So sweet! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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sombrashe · 5 months ago

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hare ∿ daeho x reader

smut

content soft dom daeho, "bratty" sub reader, reader has a vagina, soft smut, crybaby reader, not edited

notes post squid game au where the x's won the vote / this is 1.4k words

"Turn around for me."

You shake your head and grind back against him. he huffs and places a soft kiss against your shoulder blade. spreading his fingers out he rests his palm against your lower stomach grabbing at you.

"What was that?"

"No. I don't wanna. Just move."

"Is that your final answer?"

you roll your eyes. he gently caresses the back of your thigh and pinches the skin there. pulling away from you his cock slips out with a pop. panic washes over your face as he slips off the bed. grabbing his briefs he pulls them on. rising to your knees, you grab at his bicep.

"No, no, wait. I'm sorry. Please don't stop."

he pulls away and finishes dressing. looking down he replies while buttoning his top.

"You had your chance, angel."

you frown and look up at him with wide eyes. blinking you push out your bottom lip. you try to look as pathetic as possible hoping to change his mind. he spares you a glance but doesn't even show an ounce of care. anger flashes over your face and you cross your arms in annoyance. pulling on socks he presses a soft kiss against your hairline. yanking on a top you watch as he pauses by the doorframe.

"I'm going to the grocery store. You coming with?"

"No."

he nods and leaves, the door clicks and you're left alone. standing, you're pissed as you redress yourself. padding out into the kitchen you stew in your upset for a few minutes. it’s all you can last before that uncomfortable sticky feeling takes over and you wander into the bathroom for a quick shower. keeping your hair safe from the water you rinse your body off with a layer of soap.

walking through your kitchen you tighten your towel and slip on your slippers. rooting through the fridge you remove a few ingredients and start cooking something small. rice boils and onion sits as you go to change. throwing on one of his worn shirts you slip on underwear and you’re ready to go. going back to cooking you’re just finishing up when the lock clicks. looking over you give him a gentle smile, an apology dying on your lips.

“Cooking won’t work.”

“I’m just making dinner, I promise.”

“That late already?”

“Yes, sir.”

you’re joking, mostly, the sir having a playful edge to it. he stiffens before coming over to dip his fingers in the food. smacking his hand away you tsk at him and he retreats with a frown. you shake your head and start plating, the ding from your oven letting you know the bread is done. carrying both plates you resist his help as you transfer the sides from the counter to the table.

when everything is organized you climb into your chair. he takes his place and watches as you divvy the sides. making sure his plate is piled high you smile at him. you wait patiently for him to try it, and let you know what he thinks before you eat. he takes a few bites before placing his hand over yours.

“That bad?”

“Oh, just terrible.”

you smile and begin to eat your fill. the evening is filled with soft talking. a silly story while daeho was at the grocery store with your meal. talking about work schedules as you rinse the dishes together. lighthearted laughter over some goofy tiktok you found while he scrolled instagram.

you almost forgot about the ache between your legs. almost. the hand that's been snug against your hip dips lower. caressing your butt he dips his fingers further and rests them between your thighs. chewing on the inside of your cheek you attempt to go back to mindless scrolling.

“Stand up. Perfect, come here.”

turning you climb onto his lap. spreading your legs you grind down on him once. he immediately stills your movements as a simple warning. you take the hint and stay still waiting for instruction. he simply assesses you. hands gripping at the hem of your shirt. pulling it off you're left shivering in the air conditioning.

reaching up he grabs at your chest. your nipples being tweaked and rubbed as you struggle to stay silent. blinking slow you tilt your head at the feeling. he dips his head low and takes a perk nipple between his lips. slapping a hand over your mouth you muffle your sounds. he spends the next few minutes focused. you shift uncomfortably as pain overtakes the pleasure.

“Dae-ho. It hurts.”

“You can take a little more. Can’t you?”

when you shake your head no he sighs but lets up. he enjoys pressing a few hot kisses to your neck. smiling softly you hold back giggles as he tickles some spots with his eyelashes. he breaks away to look up at you.

“You’re being so docile, rabbit.”

you scoff despite the heat rising to cover your face. cupping his face you muster up the cutest little pout.

“Can I move? Pretty please?”

he nods and you smile. pecking him on the lips you slowly grind yourself down against his lap. humming softly you rest your forehead against his. with both eyes closed you feel him getting hard. you smile to yourself. leaning in for another kiss he moves out of the way much to your chagrin. you immediately feel upset at the rejection but instead of indulging you he stands you up. crossing your arms, you seriously risk losing out on an orgasm tonight, but you bite your tongue. standing there half naked and chilly you wait for him to offer solace.

taking your body in his arms he walks you into the bedroom. nice and slow, he hugs you tightly and guides you backwards. your arms are trapped between you but you enjoy it, just being held by him. he guides you until you're resting comfortably against the edge of the bed. hoisting you up, his muscles flex under your light grip. you feel like a damn slip and slide and it's all his fault.

pressing a kiss to his jawline you reach down and take his cock in your hand. spreading your legs you hope he won't be upset with you. he steps forward and that's all the confidence you need. guiding the tip of his cock you rub it gently against your clit. his breath hitches and you chew on the inside of your lip. you simply continue circling your clit with his tip until you're both leaking. with a shaky hand he stops you before guiding your hand lower.

you slip his tip between your lips and he yanks you forward closer to the edge of the bed. this makes him suddenly bottom out in one smooth movement. for a second you're rendered useless. your mouth falls open and your eyes twitch at the stretch. his face softens and he cups your cheeks in soft palms. you blink up at him already feeling yourself go dumb. this is exactly what you’ve wanted all day and you weren't about to lose the opportunity. with your last remaining braincells rubbing together in your skull you pant.

“Please don't stop.”

“Any pain?”

“No. Please.”

he doesn't pry further and pulls out of you slightly. closing your eyes you tilt your head. you're struggling to keep your eyes open, one eye starting to twitch at the effort. his thrusts are slow but meaningful. sharp sounds are pulled from your chest and you don't think you could muffle them even if you tried.

you don't even realize you're crying until his thumbs are rubbing at your cheeks. once you notice you’re unable to stop them. rubbing at your cheek you give a wet moan. he presses a gentle kiss to your lips and swallows every hiccup and sob. his thrusts speed up and he adds in deep grinding. curling into him you wrap your arms around his neck.

his thrusts become short and fast as his climax approaches. your legs tighten around his waist. reaching down he circles your clit with his middle finger. gasping out you malfunction as your orgasm crashes over you. he follows suit a few strokes later. you maintain your hold on him and don't let up even when he tries to pull away.

“We need to get cleaned up.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“We can cuddle after. Take a shower with me.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky.”

you loosen your grip and let him slip away from you. stretching, you pop your back and slowly shuffle your way into the bathroom. closing the door on him you use the bathroom and open the door for him to join you as you dry your hands. happily you hop into the warm shower with him. you relax into his grip as he massages soap into your shoulders.

#squid game #squid game smut #squid game x reader #squid game x reader smut #dae ho #dae ho smut #dae ho x reader #dae ho x reader smut #thanos writes

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midnite-c6 · 6 months ago

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Listen… hear me out on a little squid games au

pink guard!namgyu and thanos who has a thing for the timid!reader.

i’m thinking a group game but no one picks you because they all believe you’re not strong enough and instead of killing you instead they bring you to one of their bedrooms…

THE WAY U COOKED WITH RHIS ASK OMGGGG them spoilin u bcuz they feel bad u didnt get chosen huhu NEED THAT! I SEE THE VISIONN

pink guard!thanos & pink guard!nam-gyu x reader imagine!!!🫶🏻

warnings: 18+ DARK content, dubcon (pleaseee read at ur own risk!!)

the way you were so quiet during the last game and during voting, how you were also one of the last players to get to the finish light in green light, red light, it was evident noone was gonna pick you in their team :( and you can't do anything but accept that fate, shamefully begging for someone to let you join, they'd all tell you their already full or even worse they need someone more stronger!

so when the timer is almost over in picking out groups and everyone's already grouped up, they'd see you in the corner with tears in your eyes begging how "please... somebody... pick me..!" with pleading eyes, and how everybody has already concluded your fate, you're fucked.

everybody watches as two guards escort you out of the room, with you're puffy red eyes, you cried out "i don't wanna die! pl-please, let me live, pleaseee!!"

the two guards take you to a small room, like a dorm, and they'd lay you down the bed. "don't worry, you won't be eliminated as it's unfair that you didn't get picked, you are allowed to skip this game until all the players have finished the game." one of the masked guards said in a monotone voice, they both had a triangle symbol on their masks. "wha... what?" the other guard sits down next to you, his hands carefully rubbing on your back as to comfort you, you'd tilt your head up to look at the standing guard, taking off his mask. he'd show blue eyes, purple-dyed hair, piercings on his ears, and a terribly handsome face. "you're the one killing people...?" he laughed at your shock, "shhh.. don't worry, angel, you're alive and well right now." he said with a sly smile. "what's your name player 54?, it's a shame nobody chose such a pretty girl like you.." you'd immediately say your name out of fear. noticing how the guard that was sitting next to you was getting extremelyy touchy. he'd also take off his mask, showing his slightly-long black hair and a more sharper face shape. "we'd choose you on our team anytime, let's have some fun while they do, huh?" you didn't know what he meant by "fun", and you sure as hell didn't know why these two considerably young men would be apart of this cruel game..

nsfw below!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡->

you were crying about how you weren't getting picked a few hours ago, now you were crying of overstimulation!! huhu, poor you, they'd lay you down on the bed comfortably, strip your clothes right off, and start to kiss and worship your body head to toe. the one with the slightly-long hair was pumping his middle and ring finger in and out of your cunny,, his tongue laps up and down your clit making you make sounds you'd never thought you'd ever make!! whilst the purple-haired male was taking his time marking your body, sucking and lightly nipping on both your nipples. he'd mumble against your skin, "you're so tasty.. let it all out, yeah?" as the other one slips in another finger. you were already so full with just his fingers!! you'd look down through your blurry eyes to see him, his mouth dripping in your cum and juices, "c..can't take it anymore.." he'd stop, "but why? maybe that's why people didn't choose you, you're too weak, even for this..." you know that wasn't true! you're stronger than that you swear! you wanted to prove him wrong... "that's it, knew you were obedient enough, you can take one more..." it was infact, not one more, and now you had to endure both of them overstimulating you to the max in pleasure!! why are the players playing in that stupid game six-legged race taking so long, anyway?! it already finished an hour ago, but they needed that extra treat (you!!).⁠♡

#squid game #squid game 2 #player 124 #squid game x reader #nam-gyu #squid game smut #squid game season 2 #thanos #namgyu #thanos x reader #choi su bong x reader #choi su bong #thanos squid game #squid game thanos #namgyu x reader

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ablobwhowrites · 4 months ago

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Could you write what the toys would do while y/n is at work? New home sweet home au It is very good. As a Brazilian follower, I love your writings.

(I can absolutely. And thanks for liking my writing, I honestly didn't think my au would be this popular)

Basically it sums up to this.

Y/n: "well what do you guys do when I'm normal gone?"

The toys: "wait for you to get back."

But mostly stay in the house or go play in the big backyard, do regular chores or something like that as y/n got out their old consoles plus they can watch TV all they want but as long as they don't break anything like the tv once because Doey got angry once and accidentally broke it. (I've also been watching to many of INUbis smiling critters animations and love watching them. Also like to think that's what the smiling critters look like in their small forms because I believe they can change their sizes like how catnap did in the game for his nightmare form but that might be because of the red smoke. But my point still stands.) dogday basically checks the window near the door to check if it's y/n coming back home after work but gets sad when it isn't like bro is that image of SpongeBob excited looking out the window to see y/n come back home. There's nothing much to do in the house other than that.

During the winter seasons, Doey likes to stay inside but can go outside to play in the snow (but in multiple thick jackets and big snow boots with a scarf) but gets upset that he can't be outside of so long in the show like everyone else (boogey bot can't because rust and the snow messing with the electrics) but y/n does try to make him feel better. Harleys being a who he is, doesn't come out of his room, he doesn't like the stink eyes he gets when being out of his room and that yarnaby prefers to be around y/n more and not being in control of Harley so yeah. Harley hates the cold, hates the heat and basically hates everything but his complaining won't get him anything so he stays silent.

Plus I do imagine when it's dinner or something. Y/n makes this system of voting for meals (if the ingredients haven't been eaten by picky piggy) and sometimes the toys disagree with each other and once bubba went to y/n with a briefcase and all and basically sets up a whole presentation on why tonights dinner should be lasagna and not meatloaf. Plus y/n puts a lot of work into their meals plus they have to make two dishes because some eat more food than others (Harley doesn't really eat nor does boogey but boogey bot gets a seat at the table and Harley being him, doesn't attend but sometimes he does but stays quiet most of the time)

I do imagine y/n is significantly more stronger after being able to rest fully and get proper food and water in their system. Cause y/n is strong on the factory when basically sleep deprived, hungry and thirsty but not like bro is 10x's stronger and it's scary cause like y/n can basically now carry a fridge full of food with some easy but like a solid 2 minutes but can fully carry those heavy TV's from like the 90's with ease and is slowly getting stronger.

Also totally imagining icky licky due to his personality. He challenged y/n to a arm wrestle and of course y/n beats him over and over again but icky is a sore loser and keeps going even if his shoulder and arm really hurts and y/n isn't even putting their full strength into it. This went on for a hour and y/n decided to let icky win cause it wouldn't stop unless they did that.

(Hope you like my yap session. Please if you like this and want more please don't feel shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #male reader #poppy playtime x male reader #yandere poppy playtime #poppy playtime horror game #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #new home sweet home au

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uraichievents · 3 months ago

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UraIchi Week 2025

Monday, July 7th, 2025 - Tuesday, July 15th, 2025

AO3 Collection

(Info and Prompts Under the Cut)

What is UraIchi Week?

An event to celebrate the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. For this year, the "week" will stretch for 9 days, with 8 days of optional prompts and 1 free day on Ichigo's birthday. There is no sign-up, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, fanvids, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2025. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Prompts:

This year's prompts were collected from six categories - general/platonic, fluff, romance, angst/whump, nsfw, and dark/dead dove. The mods voted for their favourites, and here are the results. Each day has six prompts, for eight days, with the last day being a free day. Prompts are entirely optional, you can just use them for inspiration, and you can interpret them however you like.

Monday, July 7th, Day 1:

Outsider POV: Implied Time Travel Fix-It

Sharing a Bed

"My blade is yours to wield."

A Fragile, Mortal Shell

Monsterfuckers

Came Back Wrong (Came Back Hungry)

Tuesday, July 8th, Day 2:

Soul King Ichigo

"You came?" / "You called."

"Wherever you lead, I will follow." / "And if I don't want to lead?" / "Then I'll walk beside you, wherever you go, for however long you'll allow." / "And if I want to follow?" / "Then I will never lead you astray."

"Who did this to you?"

Cockwarming

Codependency

Wednesday, July 9th, Day 3:

Dimension Travel

Moving In Together

Flower Language

"Abominations against the natural order are within the Royal Guard's remit to take care of as they please."

Non-Traditional A/B/O AU

Ichigo as Urahara's Experimental Subject

Thursday, July 10th, Day 4:

World Tour / Road Trip AU

"I didn't think I would get this far."

King x King Maker AU

"It's them or the world." / "Fine, I choose them."

Body Worship: Scars

Murder Boyfriends/Husbands

Friday, July 11th, Day 5:

Forward Time Travel - "They thought you died." / "You didn't?" / "I stopped assuming things about you."

Devotion

"I'd recognize those eyes in a hundred lifetimes."

Touch-Starvation

Biting / Blood Kink

"No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering." ― Hellraiser

Saturday, July 12th, Day 6:

"Trust me?"

Bad at Taking Care of Themselves But Good at Taking Care of Others, So It Balances Out

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up." ― Neil Gaiman

Post-Apocalypse

Pinned Down

"You're not allowed to die."

Sunday, July 13th, Day 7:

Arrancar Ichigo

Meeting the In-Laws (Zanpakutou Spirits)

Destroying Obstacles or Enemies for Each Other

"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you." ― Friedrich Nietzsche

"I want to hear you."

"I didn't ask you to kill for me." / "You didn't need to."

Monday, July 14th, Day 8:

Outsider POV

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever."

"A world without you in it isn't one I care to live in."

Buying Flowers For a Partner’s Grave But Talking About Them to the Florist Like They're Still Around

Unexpected Soul Magic Side-Effects (ie. Touch Telepathy)

Mind Control / Brainwashing - "You're a weapon and weapons don't weep."

Tuesday, July 15th, Day 9:

Creator's Choice!

#psa #bleach #uraichi week 2025 #urahara kisuke #kurosaki ichigo #uraichi week

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acidsoju · 1 year ago

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CLASS PREZ

genre: smut, high school seniors! nonidol au, enemies to ??? (fuck buddies maybe?) pairing: class president!soobin x troublemaker!reader warnings: nsfw, dom!soobin, a lot of swearing, oral (m. receiving; f. kinda receiving), unprotected sex (dont!), unedited so probably bad writing word count: 4.4k summary: when student council president, choi soobin, becomes the terror of the whole school and you must do something to stop him.

Soobin used to enjoy his time at school. Always having been a lil’ of a control freak, when he was elected as president of the student council he felt as if he held the world in his hands, even thought it was the mere administration of students’ affairs. Still, things changed since he climbed to the top of the student’s pyramid, changed for good if you were to ask him; where you could see students running down hallways before, now there was peace and quiet and those who’d dare to break the not running rule, would have to spend hours scratching gum from down the desks.

Where you could see girls with extremely short skirts, the thin clothe flying mindlessly at their movements putting on disposal to everyone who’d walk by their thighs and, sometimes, even a sight of their panties, now if you were to break the not more than five inches above the knee rule, you’d had to endure the oldest professor in school’s lecturing.

Earrings were gone; make up, gone; comics and non-educational books inside the building, gone. Wearing earphones was a no; nail polish was a crime; no wrinkles in your school uniform were allowed to be seen. Some kids even started fearing talking on the halls, just a normal conversation between friends.

Things had to stop.

“This guy is a tyrant.”

A fist bumped against the cold, single table inside the small janitor’s room. The dim light of the mere light bulb hanging on the center of the room barely made everyone’s faces visible. Vibes were the same from that old mafia movie you had seen last night, except for the fact none of you were rich old men in their forties.

“We have to do something about him.” Beomgyu continued saying, his fist pressing down on the table, eyes looking straight into everyone else’s. “This is too much!”

“Quiet, please, we don’t want to get caught, remember.” You mumbled, your hand going up and resting over his clenched fist. You looked at the two other people in the room.

“But what can we do? I mean, we voted for him.” Said Hueningkai, arms crossed over his chest and a nervous look washing his features, the threat of being caught practically hiding and conspiring against the number one at school making him feel sick on the stomach.

“I didn’t vote for him.” Taehyun added, shrugging.

“Listen, now…” You spoke, getting up from your seat and placing your palms against the table as you leaned closer. “There must be something we can do, we need to break him, make him fall from his position.”

“I may have an idea…”

Oh, Beomgyu and his ideas; somehow you always were the only one getting the worst part.

That was what you thought as you waited at the end of the hall. The boys had cut short your skirt a little too much, more that they had promised, barely covering your ass; your lips shone thanks to the gloss you applied and that would occasionally stain the gum in your mouth whenever you’d make a balloon with it; you were sure the music from your earphones was loud enough to hear it if you passed by. Your tie hung loose around your neck and the first two buttons of your shirt were unbuttoned, showing a little the line of your breasts popping up, more skin that you were supposed to show on the sacred grounds of school.

“And you’re sure this is gonna break him?” You had asked Beomgyu once you had change into your perfect attire. He nodded, looking up and down at you, eyebrows furrowing, looking to whatever was missing according to him before offering you a piece of gum.

“Yeah, just be yourself—And I mean, a pain in the ass.”

Your head snapped to look over your shoulder when you heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. That’s him, you thought after checking at the time on your phone; the student council meeting must have ended around this time. And you confirmed it when his tall, tidy-self appeared in your vision, the widening in his eyes worthy of the cartoon’s praises. He froze in his place, three stairs before reaching your floor, and tilted his head to a side, eyes taking the sight of you completely.

Shit, you even could hear the alarms running off in his head. His eyebrows twitched, looking up from the sight of your bare thighs to your unbuttoned and loose shirt before going back at your eyes, not going unnoticed by him the way you grossly and purposely chew the gum in your mouth, making disgusting sounds. His mouth opened, probably ready to tell you were going to be expelled even though he didn’t have that kind of power in his hands, but the words were caught in his throat when you smiled, grinned, at him, your eyes beaming in mischief before looking away and making a run from him.

“He-hey! No running in the halls!”

Feeling the rush of adrenaline in your veins, you couldn’t stop the giggling that scaped from your lips as you heard his hurried steps behind yours. As some people peeked through the classrooms’ windows and doors at the noise outside in the hall, you spotted Beomgyu reaching out with a file of papers in your direction, that you quickly grabbed and shot them up, papers spreading all over the hall as they fell. You stopped before the stairs at the other end of the hall and looked over your shoulder, caughting Soobin’s angry stare glued to you; his eyes, again, widening at the realization of your next move.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, don’t-

Pressing down your thighs over the cold railing, you lifted your feet from the floor and suppressed the urge to squeal as you slid down, hair flaying back. It had been some time since last time you slid down a railing, probably since you were fourteen, but it was just as riding a bike.

You still could hear Soobin’s footsteps following close behind you, trying to get a hold on you, so when you reached the last floor, you didn’t stop running and instead, hurried your pace. Soobin stopped trailing you when he saw you exiting the main building and turning on a corner around it, loosing the sight of you. He panted, anger flushing his veins, his ears fury red; lucky for him, as he fixed the slid down frame of his glasses he spotted at his feet a pair of earphones that, oh so responsible of you, had a small tag with your name on it.

The plan didn’t go as you hoped: Soobin’s tyrant habits didn’t stop nor lessened, but you had had so much fun and, one thing you noticed was that things around school sure were so much lively since the rumors of your little performance from a few days ago had spread all over the school.

“Damn, what I would give to see the look on his face!” Exclaimed Beomgyu with daydreaming eyes again and again, fascinated when you had told the boy all about the president’s reaction.

“Maybe next time you should dress up-

Words hung in the air when your classroom’s door opened a few minutes before class was supposed to star. Of course, it wasn’t your professor; the coquettish giggling from some other students gave it away. The student council vice-president, Yeonjun, wasn’t even half-terrible or intimidating as the president was, but still if you were ever to caught him moody, god, it was the end for you.

You hoped this wasn’t the case.

His cold eyes scanned your classroom and when his gaze stopped in yourself, practically hiding behind Beomgyu’s frame, a small smile draw in his pink, puffy lips.

“Y/n?”

“Fuck.”

“Y/n? When today’s classes are over, the student council president would like to see you.”

Oh, oh, oh, you were so fucked.

So, after that day’s final class, while your friends hugged you goodbye as if it was going to be the last time you saw each other, you promised not to follow ever again a plan of Beomgyu, if it, of course, you were to make it alive today.

The student council’s office was on the last floor of the school building and it was as big as two of your classrooms combined. You heard some talking inside when you stopped in front of the tag that read ‘student council member’s only’, before knocking slowly against the door three times. The noise inside stopped.

For the second time of the day, Yeonjun stared at you, nodding as he opened the door and took a step aside to let you in. Some of people inside gave you one of the nastiest looks you had ever received in your life, but instead of looking away you only snarled back at them, some of them gasping at your so rabid reaction.

Soobin was there, of course, sitting down on his personal desk; hands clasped covering the bottom half of his face as his dark eyes followed you closely, like you were some kind of prey.

You stopped in the middle of the room, eyes never looking away from his.

“Leave us.” Soobin spoke calmly to the rest of the people in the room; they, of course, obliged hurriedly, giving you some more ugly stared before walking out. The last one was Yeonjun who, with a lazy and small smile on his lips, just nodded in your direction and walked away with his bag hanging from his shoulder, closing the door behind him. Your eyes went back to Soobin, whose eyes were piercing at yourself, even from behind the glasses on his face. “Sit.”

“No, thanks,” You could tell the way his stare only hardened at the mocking tone on your words. A sigh scaped his lips, before resting down his hands over his desk and leaning back on his seat, head slightly tilting back as his eyes stared holes into you, looking up and down at your clothes. “Needed something from me? I’m kinda in a hurry…”

“What a shame, then.” He licked his lips, eyebrows narrowing in fake concern. His fingers traced down a file over his desk and he flipped it open, eyes flicking to the papers inside and then started reading out loud. “Y/n, senior, nineteen years old, transferred from Daegu with your cousin Choi Beomgyu two years ago, grades average, behavior bad; sleeping at class, eating at class, non-compliance of the school’s policies, making a ruckus in the middle of the hall, taking back at teachers, sneaking from classes and I could go on and on.”

Your eyes fell open into an ‘o’ shape, mockingly. “Don’t tell me you run a background check on me, you perv.”

“Incredibly disrespectful.” He added, his eyes went up to look into yours again, putting down your file. “Now what should I do with you?”

“I have an idea,” You smiled trying to give him the best innocent look you could give him. “Why don’t I just go back home, reflect on my actions and we both pretend nothing of this ever happened, uh, prez?” Soobin cracked a big laugh at your words, throwing his head back and smiling in obvious irony at your words.

“Cute, but don’t even think about it.” He got up from his seat and walked around his desk, stopping in front of it and sitting down, arms crossing over his chest as he faced in your direction. “Since I’m a good prez who listens to everyone’s opinion before making a decision, I’ll hear yours, so you chose; we can give you a three weeks ban from school plus doubling your obligatory homework or you can do some voluntary work with the school janitors for two months.”

You snorted at the terribly, awful options you had; Soobin took in your reaction and licked his lips, smoothing the growing smirk in his lips as your mouth fell open in annoyance and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Well, aren’t you pretty fucking nice, prez?” You snarled, eyes scrunching down at his relaxed frame awaiting an answer from your doomed-self. “This is completely your fault!”

“Excuse me?” Soobin questioned, his back stiffening. “How is it my fault that you’re such a brat?”

“You’re the fucking tight shit that wants us to roam around school like it's some kind of prison,” Soobin’s eyebrows went up and his hands closed in fists against the desk. “I mean, school supposed to be fun- “

“School is for learning.” He cut you off, his frame lifting up from his desk and talking a step closer to you. “Which, if I look at your grades, doesn’t seem like you’re doing.”

“You’re so full of yourself, shitty-head.” You took a step closer to him as well, pointing your index finger to his face, eyes throwing knives. “For some of us it’s actually hard the study part.”

Soobin snorted, his cold breath hitting against your face as you had grown closer to each other. “Agh, please! You don’t even try! All I have ever saw you do is walking around in that slutty skirt of yours and batting your eyes to whoever crosses your path.”

“Oh? What is this? Is the prez an actual perv?” You tilted your head, an amused smile growing in your face as you pushed your finger against his firm chest. Soobin’s stare becoming darker and darker each second as he held your gaze. Still, you traced up and down your finger. “Have you gotten so mad at me because you’re the only loser I haven’t let take a peek under my skirt, uh?” You pouted, mockingly feeling himself shudder under your touch.

His breath hitched when your finger went up from his chest and brushed against his neck, his Adam’s apple moving as he gulped down.

“Such a shame that your pretty face is going to waste when you have this fucked up attitude all the time,” You shook your head, disapprovingly. “why don’t you be nice for once and just let me go, uh?”

“You’re actually such a bratty slut, aren’t you?” He growled, his voice coming off lower and deeper than it actually was, making your knees weaker. His hand closed tightly around the one you held up against him. “Trying to sweet talk your way out of this? Out the mess you made?” He licked his lips, his eyes dangerously glancing down at yours, so closed to his, so pretty opened in amusement at his sudden snap. “Shouldn’t I be a good prez and teach you a lesson myself?”

You weren’t able to react on time before Soobin redirected your hand and pressed your open palm against the dump in his pants, hard, tight. Your eyes widened at his action and quickly tried to pull away, but his hold in you only hardened as he pressed your palm against him, his hips barely rubbing against the touch.

“What the fuck? Are you an actual pervert?”

Soobin snarled. “Such a pretty mouth but you only talk shit every time you open it.” His other hand went up to grab your face in between his long fingers, squishing your cheeks forcing you to pout; his hips rubbed a little harder against your palm. “Let me give your mouth a better use, okay?”

He let go of the hold on your hand against his crotch and used the same hand to unbuckle the belt of his pants that quickly fell to his ankles. Your breath got caught at the prominent bult on his boxers, making you salivate a little. Soobin noticed the look on your eyes because he chuckled darkly, letting you eat him alive with your eyes.

“You’re so quiet now, uh angel?” He mocked, his long fingers tracing down against his own clothed dick, the sight only making you weaker and weaker on the knees. His hold in your face loosened and his hand went up your head, pushing you down to get on your knees in front of him, your pretty, big eyes looking up from underneath him made him want to shove his full length right into your mouth.

And that’s exactly what he did.

You didn’t have time to catch on when he shoved down his boxer and placed the tip of his hard cock against your lips; darting open by surprise, Soobin took the opportunity to thrust his hips against your mouth. A heavy sight scaped his lips as he reached the back of your hot throat that clenched around him; he watched the beautiful scene you made as your eyes filled with tears and some spit trailed down from the corner of your lips.

“So fucking prettier with my cock in your mouth.”

You groaned as he thrusted faster and harder against your mouth, traying to breath from your nose and not to react to those gag reflexes. His big hand grabbed your hair making a sloppy ponytail on his fist and started pushing you up and down his cock. His bottom lip was caught by his teeth as he panted heavily, his dick twitching inside your mouth anytime you’d whine against him.

“Such a little brat taking me so well, oh, fuck, do that again.” Soobin lips darted at the way your tongue danced around his swollen and leaking tip, tasting the pre-cum on your mouth. “Gonna cum and you better swallow every single drop, okay angel?” You hummed at him, the vibrations from your mouth on his dick sending him to heaven as his pace only fastened, his hips uncontrollably thrusting into your mouth and the grip on your hair tightening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it, doll, mmmh- good.”

You mouth filled with the ropes of cum that flew hard against the back of your throat, almost making you choke but you managed to swallow everything, licking clean his dick that sloppily moved inside and outside of your hot and wet mouth.

“Show me.” Soobin said and you obliged, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He hummed pleased and let go of your hair. He caught the needy look in your eyes, his lips stretching into a cocky smirk as he watched you get up and pressed your tights together. Your tights that were so exposed with that little skirt of yours. “Come here.” Soobin’s arm rounded your waist and pressed you against his body, while his free hand traced down from your hips to your ass, grabbing it hard before it went down even further.

His fingers pressed against the wet, dampened clothe of your panties. He chuckled, his breath hitting your neck as he towered over you and look at the glistening on his fingers.

“My dick got you so wet, uh?” He whispered against your ear, before his plump lips nibbled down at your earlobe, making you flinch. “You were being such an annoying brat just earlier, should I just leave you like this as your punishment?”

“N-No…”

“No what, angel? What do you want me to do, then?” Soobin’s nose trailed up and down your neck, taking in your aroused odor, licking occasionally against your skin. “Use your words.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling the pressure of Soobin’s fingers against your wet folds rubbing up and down at such a slow pace. Your hips moved on their own against his hand trying to get as much friction as you could, making Soobin clicked his tongue at your actions.

“Prez, I- mh-“ the words caught in your mouth as Soobin went further with his big hand, cupping your warm pussy, his middle finger barely caressing your clit over your panties. Soobin hummed in your ear.

“Yeah? I’m listening.”

“Want you to fuck me so bad, prez.”

Soobin smirked and turned you around, walking you to his desk until your legs were pressed against it and you fell over, your legs opening as he positioned himself in between them. His large hands grabbed your tights and pushed up your skirt all the way up, his eyes devouring the sight of the dampness in your panties. His fingers slid down the waistband of your panties and pulled down, throwing them somewhere in the classroom over his shoulder.

You, on the other hand, found yourself staring mesmerized at the boy in front of you. This sight was one you never thought, never in your life it had crossed your mind, that you would be able to witness. Soobin’s plump, bottom lip caught in between his teeth, his frames slid down to the tip of his nose, his wet -always so perfectly styled- hair falling over his eyes; and his eyes, that were glued to your core in unbreakable concentration.

Oh, how bad you wanted to touch him even more.

Your hands moved on their own, grabbing Soobin’s tie and pulling him down towards you, forcing his attention back to you. One of his big hands pressed against the wood of the desk on your back, his face just millimeters from yours. You leaned in trying to push your lips against his, but he quickly moved his head down, to your lap. Your mouth fell open when his lips brushed against your wet folds.

“So, so bad, angel. You really think you’re in control here, uh?” His breath hit against your core, making you shiver underneath him. Oh, how he liked that look on your face. “I was going to fuck you because you asked me so nicely, but now I guess I should do something else…”

His hot tongue pressed flat, immobile, against your pussy; eyes flickering up to you before he started moving his muscle up and down, licking you. You moaned, head falling back, and Soobin like that sound so much that he started moving his head, painfully slowly, reaching every inch of you with his tongue; so much more skilled than you ever thought?

His tongue found your hole and he didn’t hesitate before pushing it in and out, earning more beautiful sounds from you as he only went faster; his hands grabbed hard your hips, keeping you in place against his desk. One of his hands went down, two fingers moving faster against your clit, again and again and again, while his tongue thrusted into you unstoppably.

“Ah, fuck, prez- gonna cum, mmh-“ Soobin pulled away, stopping all of his movements suddenly, making you whine in pain and shut your eyes open at his smirking self.

“You don’t get to cum in my mouth, angel.” he got up, his big hand sliding up and down his throbbing dick before placing his tip against your clit and rubbing against it making you buck up your hips. “So needy for me, I’m gonna fuck your pretty hole numb.”

Air left your system when he pushed his tip into you. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of being so filled up and your head fell back, your eyes reaching the end of your head as a loud moan scaped your lips.

“So fucking tight, angel, oh-fuck.” Soobin hissed as you clenched around him. He didn’t wait until you had got used to his side, instead he started ramping merciless against you gaining more louder noises from you. He licked his lips, focused on the spot where his balls smacked against your skin. “Oh, you’re taking me so good, isn’t this pussy made just for me, uh?”

You whined, barely caughting on any words he said and he noticed that. Groaning, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you up, closer to him before his lips smashed against your, his tongue bullying into your mouth the same way his cock was going in you. A string of spit connected both of your lips when he pulled apart, dark eyes staring into your glossy ones.

“Out already? But I just started.” He laughed at you, only making you clench more around him. Soobin hissed but still managed to smirk at you. “Such a pretty look on your face the fucked out one, angel.”

Soobin grabbed one of your tights and stretch it up, forcing you to turn to a side as he still snapped his hips against yours. The switching position only making him go deeper in you, reaching the sweetest spot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, prez s’good.” You mumbled, mouth hanging open. Soobin groaned and turned you around, your chest falling against the desk and your hands stretching to grab onto anything. Soobin’s hands gripped your ass hardly, leaving red marks all over your cheeks. He salivated at the sight of your ass bouncing against his hips. “Agh- fuck, Soobin, more-“

Soobin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head hearing his name left your pretty lips. His hands moved you up and down even more rabidly against his hips, the sound of wet skin against wet skin filling the room as well as your uncontrollable moans.

“Say my name, angel, fuck, say it again.”

“S-Soobin, I’m cumming, cumming, cumming, oh- god.”

You snapped, finally reaching your climax. Soobin’s teeth chew harder on his lip as you covered his dick in your hot juices, making everything even sloppier and the sounds nastiest. It didn’t take much more for him to cum inside you as well, his cum mixing with your own, his hips never stopping even thought you had both finished.

Soobin finally pulled off and you were catching your breath, when his big palm pressed against your back and his hot breath hit against your ass. His hands grabbed your ass-cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the wet disaster on your entrance, juices mixed and dripping onto his desk. He stuck out his tongue and slurped all of it until you were clean, enjoying the tiny whines leaving your lips and the way you tried to squirm away from him.

“So good, angel.” His thump caressed your ass before he finally, very reluctantly, stepped back from you, admiring your exhausted, ruined self over his desk.

Soobin fixed his frames over his nose.

“See you next week.”

Things started to change around school; the mood was livelier, laughter could be heard around, boys made ruckuses on the halls, girls giggled between them, Beomgyu got back the comics the student council had took away from him, gum wasn’t a crime anymore and, if you were lucky, a slightly mistake on the uniform policy was overlooked.

Yeah, things were great.

“Y/n, do you have a moment after class? The student council president wants to have a word with you.” Informed Yeonjun the same day only one week apart.

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peachhcs · 5 months ago

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Could you do an insta post where both Samy and will post photos of themselves (not like sexy ones, but ones that make the other weak in the knees) and they both don’t stop commenting how good the other looks and all their friends/family are like “we get it, you both think your bf/gf is hot” 😂

hopefully this is what you meant by the pics i searched high and low for these on pinterest HAHA

this was super fun and cutie to do though :)

au masterlist

samyhughes been out and about yknow

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| samyhughes I LOVE YOU OMG no ur amazing and beautiful 😍

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| samyhughes LMAOOOO i love u em

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| samyhughes wow thanks tyler didn’t even know u noticed

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| ryan.leno_4 LMAO PLS u kinda right tho..

| _willsmith2 ok..

_willsmith2 things from awhile ago

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gabeperreault44 YEAH SMITTY

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| _willsmith2 thanks gp i miss u 😍

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| _willsmith2 i'm already yours dw 😘

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| julianne_gelinas what i've been sayinggg

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hwangjoanna · 3 months ago

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'Red Light, Green Light.'

SKZ Squid Game AU

Hyunjin X Reader

Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers

Dom/Hyunjin, Sub/Reader

Possessive & jealous Hyunjin

Hyunjin, Seungmin & Minho are all mean (sorry)

Felix and Jisung Besties (Soft boys)

A/N: Once again thank you so much for all the lovely comments you guys have said so far! I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter! 🫶🏻

Chapter Warnings: 18+ mdni! Use of pets names, threatening behaviour, mass deaths (not main), use of guns. Dreams of a sexual nature. Suggestive sexual content. (I think that’s all please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Word Count - 14,079

Chapter 3 —> Here

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Chapter 4

Hands all over you. Palm against your mouth. A choked sob. “Wake up, Angel.”

“Y/n, come on baby. Wake up”

Shaking, trembling, sweating.

Please stop.

“Angel?”

“Angel, come on wake up?”

“Y/n?”

You woke with a start. Felix and Jisung were looming over you with concerned eyes. Jisung had his brows furrowed and his lips fell downward. He looked completely unharmed in comparison to Felix. The man who was the epitome of sunshine now almost looked grey. He has a split brow, a black eye and a scuff on the underside of his perfect chin. His heart-shaped lips were now stained red from his teeth. Felix brought his hand to your face and ran his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks. He pressed his body on you slightly in a comforting gesture.

“You okay, Angel?” He asked in a soft tone. “You worried me back there.” Felix was looking into your eyes, his filled with an emotional you couldn’t place. Your mind still needing a moment to fully wake up. Jisung soon interrupted, “We were both worried, y/n.” He leaned in slightly. “Are you with us?”

You began sitting up, a look of confusion spread across your features. Your eyes searched the room, you were looking for Hyunjin. The last you remembered was him ripping that disgusting man off you. Hyunjin was sitting with Minho and Seungmin, he was holding a cold cloth to his cheek. None of the group looking over at you, just muttering amongst themselves. You averted your gaze to the others in the room. Everyone was back in groups, bruised and beaten in some way. It was horrible, blood spattered on the floor here and there. Some bodies lay strewn across the concrete floor. Then you looked over to the corner where number 112 lay motionless, left there like he was nothing. The pang of guilt you felt soon vanished as Felix blocked your line of sight.

“He attacked you, y/n,” he continued to speak softly to you as if you were made of glass. “Do you remember?”

You nodded, your throat still feeling too sore to form words just yet. Jisung spoke up again, “Y/n, are you feeling okay? You don’t have to talk about it but Felix and I are worried. The vote to stay or leave will be starting soon. We are scared more fights will happen. Do you still want to leave?” He had pulled your hands into his in the hopes of getting your attention. Your eyes still looked a little glazed over.

You finally cleared your throat to speak ignoring his questions. “What happened after I passed out?” You were looking at Felix but still held onto Jisung’s hands to ground yourself. Your voice was a little horse.

Felix paused, his thoughts swimming across his irises. His face seemed to flicker with every emotion before it settled on pity. You hated that.

“I carried you back to your bed, most of the fighting had died down. Minho was even comforting Jisung.” He looked at the brunette and you followed his gaze. “Yeah, I know right, weird? But he honestly helped me. I was having a panic attack, he noticed and coaxed me out from under the bed” Jisung added. “He ran off as soon as Felix returned with you.”

“Still,” the blonde had his jaw clenched. “I don’t trust any of those three much less the other players in the room.”

“I feel like that was all my fault, Lix.” Your voice is still strained. “If I hadn’t had-“ “Stop it, let’s not point fingers.” Felix interrupted. You appreciated his kindness but you still felt the need to explain. You wondered what happened between him and Hyunjin. Felix still seemed pissed off with him though so you didn’t press the matter. You glanced back at Hyunjin and his group but he still hadn’t looked your way. You wondered why. Hadn’t he killed that man to protect you? Or was it because he knew that number 112 had intended to kill him? You wanted to just go over to him and ask but thought better of it. You didn’t want Felix to see you as ungrateful, after all, he had helped you, stood up for you and comforted you throughout your time in this hellhole.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted by a siren going off in the room. The three of you got to your feet, Jisung dropped one of your hands but threaded his fingers through the other. Felix brought his hand to the nape of your neck and gave a reassuring but gentle squeeze before dropping it back to his side. Most people in the room had started to gather, watching the masked guards entering the room with a device.

It was a grey box with a green button on the right with an O on it and a red one on the left with an X. The three of you exchanged glances and the guard finally spoke as the siren stopped.

“Voting will commence now.” He began casually. “As previously mentioned, if you wish to leave the game please press the green button.” He paused, his head turning slightly, it looked as if his eyes were on you. Though you couldn’t be sure as he had that evil mask covering his face. “If you wish to stay, please press the red button. You will get one vote. We will call you up one by one.”

Jisung was hanging off your arm at this point. He looked at you, his boba eyes showing his fear. You pulled him closer and whispered to him. “You vote however you want to Ji. I won’t hold it against you either way.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were hoping after the fighting people would see how awful this was and that they would vote the same way you were planning to. It seemed as though it had the opposite effect, however.

As the numbers dwindled you grew even more concerned. It was around 50/50 of who wanted to go and who wanted to stay. The guards were calling out numbers randomly. Jisung had already voted to leave when you were called forward. You pressed green with no hesitation, you wanted to leave so badly. A few others were called when they said “Number 320.” For the first time since you woke up, Hyunjin glanced at you briefly but then turned his attention to Felix his eyes narrowing slightly. Hyunjin pressed red and walked back to his group without a second look in your direction. You felt hurt, but what did he owe you?

Minho and Seungmin were also called forward a little later. Both of course voted red with Hyunjin.

Felix was the last to be called up. The voting was tied. Your heart was pounding through your chest, you were going to go home. Finally, after everything you had been through.

Felix hovered over green for a split second but with a big sigh leaving his lips, he brought his hand down on Red. You and Jisung couldn’t hold in your gasp. You heard someone that sounded like Seungmin comment “Good boy,” but you couldn’t take your eyes off Felix as he turned to you and Jisung his gaze not meeting yours. His head bowed. The room erupted with boos and cheers but it was muffled noise to you. You stood there in shock. Felix walked past both of you and climbed up to his bunk not saying another word. You caught Hyunjin’s eyes across the room. His lips pulled into a smirk and with a wink he turned away.

The guards had removed the dead bodies from the room. It was almost silent as you made your way to the bathroom. Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin and the others hadn’t spoken a word to you since the vote. You felt more alone than ever. Once again you compared it to the isolation you had experienced before entering the game. He had left you after months of acting strange. Leaving you with fuck all, bills coming from everywhere and a feeling that something else was on its way for you. Something dangerous.

You stood over the sink finally getting a look at yourself after what happened to you earlier. Your cheek was bruised purple from his slap, slightly puffy too. Swollen pink lips and a cut over the other cheek though you’re not sure where that came from. You had fingerprint-shaped bruises indented into either side of your mouth and on your jaw leading down your throat. He had really done a number on you, though your memory of it had become a blur. Almost like your mind was protecting itself from the trauma of it all. You began to sob, your salty tears stinging your cheeks. You lowered yourself to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. You don’t remember how long you sat there for.

Finally getting to your feet you splashed some cold water on your face and went to leave the room. As you walk out you knock into another female player. She looks at you like you’re a piece of shit on her shoe and continues into the bathroom when you turn around to see Hyunjin leaning against the wall as if he’s waiting for you.

“Thirteen, we need to stop meeting like this.” He approached you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“So you just happened to be hanging around here when I was leaving the bathroom?” You returned his look with a teasing smile. “How convenient.”

You were hoping he’d want to talk about what happened. He was extremely hard to read. Was he just playing with you, did he care for you? Was he just trying any way to get through the game? You started to get distracted from those thoughts when you realised he was inches away from you. He smelt of vanilla with something deeper, it almost hypnotised you.

His gaze flickered to your lips for a brief moment before he responded. “Hmmm maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.” You rolled your eyes at his insincerity, you went to walk past him when his hand caught your wrist in a possessive grip.

“Look, I actually wanted-“ he paused as you turned to look at him. His voice went a little soft and he looked away almost shyly. Something you hadn’t seen from him before. “-I wanted to check if you were okay, after what happened.” He looked back at you. He seemed completely serious, his face full of concern. “Did he do anything to you?” He stopped. He was aware he had begun to ramble with questions to avoid the tense silence that had settled between you. He also didn’t want to push you past what you were comfortable with discussing.

“You mean before you killed him?” You said with more of a bite than you intended.

He dropped your wrist and looked at you with that of surprise. It lasted a moment before his eyes glazed over in anger. “Of course, you would paint me as the bad guy.” His voice was getting louder, his tone almost threatening with a hint of offence. As if he expected you to react this way.

“Not like your precious guard dog, hmmm?” He spat. Crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive stance. “This has nothing to do with Felix-“ you shouted back attempting to square up to the buzzcut man. You got a better look at him like this, he had bruises all over his face. A split lip and both his eyes had purple shadows beneath them. His face was one of malice. “Is that why you went running into pretty boy’s arms the moment I got that cunt away from you!?” He was right back in your face now. A mix of hurt and anger filled his eyes. “Is that why you’ve been ignoring me huh?” You asked matching his volume. “You’re jealous, is that-“Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours.

It felt urgent and desperate. His need for you winning out over his anger. You began to return the kiss, matching his energy. The kiss was a mess of your tongues fighting each other for dominance. He pulled back slightly whispering against your lips. “That’s my girl.” He kissed you again but softer this time. His hands found your waist and he pulled you towards him gently as if he was afraid you’d break. His touch was so light, you could tell he wanted to give you the opportunity to pull away but it made him even more intoxicating. You reached up and put your arms around his neck as he started leaving open-mouthed kisses over your jaw and down your throat. Your breath hitched causing him to move slightly away from you. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice low, his eyes boring into yours. Hyunjin’s pupils were blown out and his breath was slightly staggered.

His cocky attitude had been replaced by one of concern. His eyes looked over the bruises number 112 had left behind. You looked up at him through your lashes, catching your breath. “No, I’m just surprised that’s all,” you admitted reluctantly.

His previous gentle face had returned to that of a teasing smirk. He took a stray piece of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. “Next time,” his voice was just above a whisper. “Don’t go running to anyone else, yeah?” He pressed his lips to your forehead, his hand on the nape of your neck and held a kiss there longer than necessary. It was as if he wanted to continue the conversation but after a slight pause, he abruptly walked away as if nothing had happened. You stood there for a moment dumbfounded, your heart beating under your numbered t-shirt. You brought your fingers up to the lips feeling the warmth he had left behind. The taste of his kiss lingered as you walked back to the main room.

Felix and Jisung were still napping when a siren sounded and the masked guards reentered the room. You rose from your bed and walked over to the middle of the room to listen to whatever awful fate was next for you all. Thanks to that stupid vote that got you nowhere.

“The next game is ready, you will follow an assigned guard to the game room.” The square-masked man announced. You began to turn around looking for Jisung and Felix but Jisung had already started to make his way over to you. He smiled at you and grabbed your hand. “In this together still yeah?” He whispered. You returned the smile. “Of course, Ji.” you squeezed his hands and looked past him in the hopes of seeing Felix. He was close behind and offered you a small smile.

You all started to follow the guards, Felix had taken your other hand and the three of you walked together. Even though you hadn’t spoken to Felix since the vote you still didn’t want that to get in the way of your friendship. You figured he must have had his reasons to vote against you. You also knew you needed to concentrate on the next game if you were going to survive.

About 24 people had been beaten to death during the fight earlier that day leaving 230 people.

Everyone funnelled into the game room. The three of you still holding hands, you caught Hyunjin’s gaze watching you as he turned back to Minho and Seungmin muttering under his breath. The two of them looked up at you before continuing their conversation but you didn’t catch a word. Your heart had begun to race, and the impending game starting to cause your anxiety to build. Felix felt your energy change and he stepped in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Follow your intuition, Angel. You got this, you’re strong. Me and Ji are right here, okay?” His eyes were full of sincerity, but you caught a slight fearful tremble in his deep voice. You nodded not being able to get out words, trying to control your emotions from spilling out. The last thing you wanted was to allow your fear to take over and potentially affect Jisung too.

You pulled your attention to the room. The floor was covered in a smooth sand with a multicoloured fence painted around the borders of the room like a children’s playground. The walls a powder blue with clouds painted all over. On one wall four different shapes in a line. A green circle, a red triangle, a yellow star and a blue umbrella.

The guard suddenly spoke up in a cruel tone. “You will each choose a shape to line up in front of, you have 5 minutes to decide.” You could hear the smirk under his square mask. “Choose wisely.”

The three of you started looking at each other. “I’m going to go with the triangle,” Felix announced immediately walking over to the queue. Jisung glanced at you but quickly ran to follow him. You looked around the room to observe what other people were choosing. Minho caught your eye and began to walk over to the umbrella. You knew Minho was strong and seemed almost fearless so you thought being on his team might benefit you. You joined him in the crowd hoping it was a group challenge. Seungmin and Hyunjin had queued in the star line. Hyunjin glances at you and Minho. Minho brought his arm over your shoulder.

“Just you and me for this one, kitten.” His side smirk is apparent. He ran his fingers over your shoulder and you pushed him away rolling your eyes. “No funny business from you.” You shoved his chest lightly with a chuckle. “Okay, okay I’ll play nice.” His smirk not falling. “For now.” He suddenly deadpanned, eyes boring into yours. You stepped back slightly when you saw his eyes looking towards Hyunjin. They both exchanged a look and Minho chuckled to himself. Bringing himself back to your side. Why was he doing this? Did he get a kick out of teasing you and Hyunjin? Your thoughts were interrupted by the guard speaking again.

“The game is Dalgona Candy,” you and Minho looked at each other. Your eyes are wide and your jaws hanging. That’s the first time you saw fear flicker in his eyes. Fuck. You had picked the worst line to queue in front of. Your only reprieve was knowing Felix and Jisung had picked the easiest, they should get through. You cast your eyes towards them and their mouths were pulled into hard lines. Their gaze is full of pity. “It’s okay.” You mouthed to them with a small smile.

It wasn’t. You were absolutely bricking it but you didn’t want to distract them from getting through the game.

Everybody was handed a honeycomb biscuit in a round metal tin. Each adorning the shape they had picked. Everyone dispersed in the room, taking a seat on the sandy floor. Minho perching close to you, “We’re fucked thirteen.” He said in a whisper yell, his voice almost a growl. “Calm down.” You whispered back with the same furiousity.

“You have 15 minutes to carve your shape perfectly out of the tin.” The guard's haunting voice rang out. “Please present it to a guard when you’re done, only then will you be allowed to exit the game and make your way back to the main room.” He paused almost enjoying the fear that was filling the room. “If you fail, you will be eliminated.” Everyone now knew what that meant and small sobs and curses started ringing out in the room. “Your time starts now.”

The huge red digital numbers began to count down, each second precious. You paused for a moment and looked down at your shape, the small pin in your hand shaking from your nerves. Minho had already started not wasting a moment. It brought back memories of when you and your ex were happy together, making cookies and drinking wine. Before he had started acting strange.

“Darling, have some more wine. They might taste better.” Wooyoung said. Bringing his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. His chin resting on your shoulder. “Hey!” you exclaimed. “They might not be burnt had you kept your hands to yourself.” you giggled whilst he brought his lips to your neck, peppering kisses all over your throat and shoulder. “Sorry baby, I just can't keep my hands off you.” Wooyoung pulled you towards the bedroom, flicking the oven off on the way. You both giggled in between kisses whilst he pulled you through the door.

You were still staring at the cookie when you came back to reality. You looked up at the timer that read 11:24 and was still counting down. Fuck! Why did you have to daze out during a challenge? You looked to see some people had left, Jisung and Felix were suddenly in your line of sight both presenting their perfectly cut cookies and getting to their feet to leave. Felix sent you a sympathetic smile. “You got this.” he mouthed holding his thumb up. He grabbed Jisungs hand and they both left. You felt a little comfort knowing they would still play on, even if you didn't.

Minho was still crouched over his cookie looking increasingly worried. A tear fell from your cheek that you didn't know was there. When did you start crying? The tear dripped onto the cookie and it melted a little bit of the honeycomb away.

That's when it hit you.

“Oh my god,” you said to yourself. Loud enough for Minho to hear and look up at you.

Then a deafening shot sounded through the room. A girl had been shot dead on the floor her cookie broken on the ground next to her. You glanced at the time again. 10:04 going down. Fuck. You needed to get a move on. You brought the pin to the edge of the cookie and pulled it slowly out of the tin. Dropping it a few times from how nervous you were, Minho’s eyes still observing you. You did it slower this time, making sure you kept your cool. You lifted the cookie out with your thumb and index finger and lifted the underside to your mouth. More shots sounded out in the room but you tried to ignore them, focusing on your task.

You began to lick the bottom of the cookie, the sweet sugary taste exploding over your tongue. Minho’s eyes went wide open in surprise, a stark contrast to the scowl he had on his face beforehand. “You’re a fucking genius, kitten.” He whispered more to himself than to you. He looked over to Hyunjin and Seungmin who were still working to get their shapes out of the tins. “Psst,” he signalled to them. They both looked up at him, he tilted his head towards you and their eyes followed. They watched you eagerly lick your cookie and both smirked at each other. “Told you she was something,” Hyunjin commented under his breath to Seungmin. They both chuckled and started lifting up their cookies to do the same.

The clanging of pins scratching against tins filled the room and more gunshots sounded here and there. A few players sobbed before coming to their end. You were desperately trying to not let it affect your efforts. The sugary dibble starts to coat your chin, and your mouth making the most obscene sounds.

You paused glancing back at the timer, now reading 07:34 and counting down. As you brought your attention back to the task at hand you caught eyes with Hyunjin. His tongue swirled over his cookie in a slow motion. His dark eyes bore into yours in a teasing manner. You couldn’t look away, your life was on the line and yet you enjoyed watching him lick that cookie like it was something else. That’s when he winked at you mid-lick, you could tell he knew the effect he had on you.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when another 3 people were shot dead in quick succession. Not a lot of people were getting through the challenge now and it spurred you back into action. After minutes of licking your tongue was on fire, the muscle strained and your taste buds numb to the sweetness. You could see through the outline of the shape, holding it up to the light. You spat in your tin for good measure and placed the cookie back in its metal tomb.

You looked up at the timer it was now at 4:67. It was now or never. You’d need to pace yourself in order to not break the cookie. More shots were sounding out left right and centre. Screams, sobs and scratching echoed around the room like a sick curse.

Hyunjin and Seungmin both presented their cookies and left abruptly. Hyunjin turned back at you as he got to the exit, almost as if he feared it would be the last time he laid eyes on you.

You had begun scratching the pin tenderly across your shape. Your eyes flicker between the timer, the guard pacing by you and your cookie. The honeycomb taste burning in your mouth like a twisted joke. Would that be the last thing you’d ever feel on your tongue? A sugary treat being your demise. You tried to suppress the dread stuck in your throat. The timer was at 2:15.

“FUCK YES!” Minho screamed at the top of his lungs in relief almost causing you to break your cookie. You let out a huff of air you’d been holding, looking up at him briefly with your eyebrow furrowed. He showed his cookie to the guard and skipped out of the room like he won a fucking prize. If you got through this you were gonna make sure he got a slap for that.

The time now at 1:04, you just needed to carve the umbrella handle. You put in all your efforts to keep steady whilst continuing at a good pace at the same time.

Crack.

The lady next to you broke her cookie and was shot right next to you. Her blood splashed over your face, it burned against your skin in a taunting haze. You held yours up quickly, it perfectly cut into the umbrella shape. “I’M DONE! I’M DONE!” You repeated over and over still on your knees not wanting to look at the timer. The ticking of the clock is a blur in the background of your ringing ears.

“You can go.” The guard said in a nonchalant tone as if you hadn’t just practically begged for your life. You lifted your gaze to the timer counting down from 00:10. The guard with the triangle-adorned mask crouched down to you and under his breath said “Come on go, you won’t wanna watch this.” His voice had completely changed to that of sympathy. You looked up at the faceless man in shock. You held your position a little too long and started hearing the last of the players being picked off one by one. The girl's blood still dripping down your face. With that, you ran to the exit not sparing a glance back at the guard who had shown you a moment of kindness.

Author POV

The main room was filled with tension, some players sobbing for their lost friends and others sat with their eyes glued to the door awaiting their ally's fate.

This included that of Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin. Paired off at opposite ends of the room. They all lifted their heads when someone suddenly pushed through the door. It was Minho.

His smug smirk and arrogant expression were apparent as he made his way over to Hyunjin and Seungmin. They both rose to their feet, Seungmin high-fiving him and Hyunjin wrapping his arms around him.

Hyunjin however still had his eyes fixed on the door.

Minho noticed, his eyes panning from Hyunjin to the door and back to him. “She was nearly done when I left, she should be here any moment.” Minho offered in a comforting tone. Patting Hyunjin on the back. “Whatever,” Hyunjin responded trying to act like he couldn’t give a fuck. Who was he fooling, they all knew he very much gave a lot of fucks.

Felix and Jisung who sat on the other side of the room had started to panic.

“FUCK, why is it him? Where the fuck is she? …Come on Angel.” Felix said through gritted teeth, half to Jisung and half to himself. “Why didn’t we make her come to our group?” Jisung responded, his head in his hands whilst he rocked back and forth. “Don’t Ji, I was the one who told her to go with her gut. If anything it’s on me.” The blonde muttered, his hands balled up into fists.

Y/N POV

You pushed the door to the main room open. All 5 of them signed audibly, their faces all showing different stages of relief and their shoulders relaxing slightly. You were walking up to Minho with a look of distaste in your features. “You fucking moron!” You screamed, shoving him with all your might. He only stumbled slightly at your efforts. You brought your hand up to smack him but he grabbed your wrist. “Kitty’s got claws huh?” He smirked again causing you to get even more angry.

You pulled your hand from his grasp. “You just had to fucking shout! I almost broke my fucking cookie! I COULD HAVE DIED!” Your voice had grown to a shout loud enough that Jisung and Felix had started to make their way over.

“I think you’ve earned one for that, Minho.” Seungmin chuckled. You brought your hand back and smacked him across the jaw. The noise from the slap echoed around the room. Minho rubbed his mouth, his smirk now wiped clean off his face. Hyunjin and Seungmin were bent over in laughter. “You get that one for free, kitten.” Minho bit back with a frown.

You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping back when you felt hands on your waist. “Angel, we were so scared. We-“ Felix began but before he could finish his sentence he and Jisung pulled you in for a suffocating hug. The kind that took your breath away. These two meant so much to you and the three of you had all made it through another game. You began to weep, all the emotions pent up from the game, your anger towards Minho and the tension you felt between you and Hyunjin had all come to ahead. Felix pulled you back and held your face in his hands, your tears trickling down onto his soft fingers. He wiped away some of the blood that was still covering your cheeks. His eyes are full of unspoken words. His gaze danced over your features as if he wanted to memorise your face.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” his voice came out like a plea. He and Jisung pull you in for another hug.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, the three of you suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings. Jisung and Felix bowed slightly to the others out of embarrassment and strolled back to the other side of the room. Felix looking back at you expectantly. You went to follow him when you felt a light grip around your wrist. You turned already knowing who the owner of said grip was. Hyunjin pulled you closer to mutter under his breath. “I’m glad you’re okay, thirteen.” His face turned to your ear, his breath warm against your ear and cheek. He ran his thumb over your wrist and let go. You softly smiled up at him catching his sinful eyes. God, he was more beautiful than you remember. His softer side had started to do numbers on the butterflies in your stomach. Before you got lost in thought you slowly turned back to your best friends and walked away.

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mediumgayitalian · 1 month ago

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its wiiiiiiiip wednesday my little dandelions

HI all. it has been some days since ive posted. ive been feeling weird but im better now mostly. anyway.

it is time at the moment to choose one of five (+1, got more requests than usual this week and i am benevolent) wips for me to update tomorrow. will i 100% listen to democracy? we shall see. is there i chance i leave it to the last minute and get too tired to write anything but a 100 ways? you betcha. but regardless: the poll will immediately succeed this message. then, i will link previous iterations of each wip AND a small snippet of what i currently have for the update. i will work on and post this TOMORROW. read snippets before u vote. mwah. love u.

naomi fic: art more art 1 2 3

The baby does not scream. He does not cry. He does not even blink, for a moment, for a heart-stopping minute; he does not even move.

This is what the nurses tell her, anyway.

Naomi does not know. Naomi was unconscious, and damn near died on the table; her little parasite wormed his way out of her limp as a rag doll and the doctor had sworn he was dead, but he was only resting, taking a breath, a minute, to situate himself. To feel the cold air of the new world before committing to existing inside of it. Cautious, her little parasite. Wary. Already heeding her warnings.

All Naomi knows is that he is small, when she holds him. He fits in her one hand. There is still blood and fluid caked everywhere but his little face, where the nurses wiped him clean, and his nose, even this early, is dotted with freckles, spreading across his cheeks. He opens his tiny little eyes and they are blue --

-- celestial blue --

-- sky blue --

-- and Naomi gasps, struck breathless. He is silent. He is open. He is trusting, tiny and helpless, but quiet in her arms, against her chest.

"You and me," she whispers, tucking her baby son against her chest, against her slowly beating heart, "you and me, sheer fuckin' Will."

divorce fic: 1

Will huddles in the fork of his favorite tree, Cass nearby, gathering herbs, and taps his pen on his notebook. On a page near the end, in careful, neat writing, are names, scrawled up and down the page, crushed into the margins. It reads:

Top choyses: - Bekendorf (nice) - Clarees (proteks me maybe) - Carter (plays soker with me) - Silena (pretty) - Annabeth (frend) - NOT ellis (anoying)

Among others. Will works the end of his pen in his mouth as he squints at the list, considering. He tries to remember some of the summer-only campers, but he can't keep them straight as well since he hasn't seen them in almost a year.

"Cass," he calls, waiting for the sound of a snapped root and her followed yes, firefly? "Which summer campers are the least annoying? Nobody like Michael."

She ponders that question for a good moment. Will watches several different expressions morph across her face.

"...Well," she says, biting her lip to hide her smile, "it might help if I knew what you'd been scribbling away at for the last hour."

pomegranate au: 1 2 (*snippet once again subject to change; i have like 3000 words written that i am not vibing with so i might need to restart)

In his dream, they are in Ephyra. Will stoops low over a flowering bush in a meadow between two orchards, and Nico stands, hair curling in the misting humidity, watching him.

He looks good in red.

There are bangles of gold on his wrists and ankles, like there usually are. His fingers glint gold off the sun. Wine-dark begonias make home again in his hair, twisted among the strands, and black leather sandals adorn his feet. Nico tilts his head, noting them; the thin bands that wrap up his calves and the new soles sitting stiffly under his feet. He shifts, bending low towards the flowers, and Nico imagines he can hear them creak, creasing under the changing weight.

He steps, once, towards him.

He does not move.

He calls out, or tries to. His voice travels out of his mouth and wraps around the rain, disappearing into the low-hanging clouds; he huffs, and drops to the ground, crossing his feet under his thighs and resting damp palms on his knees.

Rain drips, stinging, into his eyes.

He watches Will for a long time. Or, it feels like he does, in his dream; Will flits, humming, from plant to plant, gathering stems and flowers in the apron of his robe, stretching ever few moments as the bend pulls the muscles on his back. When he has gathered enough, and his apron is overflowing, he stands, sighing, and walks up the hill to where Nico is sitting.

Will does not look at him. He looks through him, where he sits, he moves in his eyes in the direction where Nico is watching him but no recognition lights up his features, no part of his irises trace the shape Nico takes up. He only walks, as if there is no one, and sits an arm's length to Nico's right.

Nico reaches out. There is stone, between them, invisible, or at least it feels like there is.

scientific method fic: prologue 1

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Step Two: Research

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Will wakes up and beelines for the Hermes cabin, long before they are anything close to getting up for the day, and climbs through the window. He paid Connor seven dollars for a map of their booby traps yesterday, so he manages alright, only setting off the one pie plate full of whipped cream that Connor neglected to tell him about, but jokes on him 'cause Will tripped trying to get over the window sill and landed on his face before the pie plate could nail him on the nose.

He steps around the mess, creeps to the bunk on the lateral side of the cabin, nestled right in front of the opening of the secret tunnels Will isn't supposed to know about, and crawls very, very carefully on top, balancing on his knees. It's a strain, but it's no worse than the climbing wall. He breathes carefully and shallowly, hovering over the sleeping body, waiting for the sun to cheerfully inch all the way above the horizon, and for the rays to turn mussed auburn curls gold, for the light to fan over dark eyelashes. There is squirming, and then a sleepy yawn, and then, from across the cabin, a what the -- followed by harsh shushing. Will manages to bite back a grin.

And then there is the slow blink of brown eyes.

"Hi," Will says.

Cecil screams at the top of his lungs.

"There is something -- fucking wrong with you!" he shouts, kicking Will off his bed, and then cusses him out in so many different languages that Will loses the ability to actually inhale, dying in a little ball on the floor.

"Your -- your face," he wheezes, having no energy to dodge the kick Cecil aims for his ribs. "Oh my gods, your soul left your body --"

"I hate you."

"Oh my gods --"

"Genuinely. Die."

"Gods," Will says, wiping a tear from his eye. A quick glance around the cabin shows several of the other Hermes kids in a similar state. Connor seems to have actually blacked out. Julia reaches over and high-fives him. Will smacks her hand with verve, cementing his role as Cecil's replacement. Currently he is winning their eternal prank war 2,701 - 2,699, which has to sting.

"It doesn't sting. Just know that when I get you, there will be no mercy involved."

"Yeah, yeah." Will snorts, crawling up onto his best friend's bunk and making himself comfortable. He watches as Cecil tries to get dressed in the clutter that is his cabin in the early mornings and offers unhelpful commentary -- "You are colorblind, please stop trying to tell me what socks pair best with this shirt." -- until he sighs and stops fighting the smile pulling across his face. "You love me."

"Whatever." Will pouts. Cecil sighs. "Yes, I love you, you rat bastard."

"Excellent. Hey, subject change -- have you ever died before?"

road trip au: 1 2 3 4

It is not quite dark, when they cross the Tennessee border, but the sign is squarely behind them and deep, dark orange, glinting blindingly off the blue road sides. Regardless, Will doesn't falter; he does not slow down and squint at every exit sign or murmur to himself as he counts the miles. This is unusual, because Nico has seen him squint to verify the street signs on the road he lives on.

Nico watches him, quietly.

Will pretends he doesn't.

They are in and out of Chattanooga. The mountains, too, are only flashes -- beautiful, staggering flashes, but Will winds through them with ease, and does not pause. Nico notes the bored holes every few feet and traces the jagged cliff faces with his eyes, memorizing the way the setting sun turns the stone to ruby.

He flinches every time there is a sharp turn, or a hole in the road. Every twitch of Will's shoulders has him gripping onto the holy shit handle, and if Will so much as removes one hand to scratch his nose Nico stops breathing. They are never doing this again.

But it is nice, this one time. To watch the world whir by outside the rolled-down windows.

pillow princess: 1 2

He wakes up before noon, as instructed. Today there is no struggle. He does not bother to pray for the strength to keep his eyes open. In fact he almost leaps out of bed, and would have outright sprinted to the Apollo cabin was there not a piece of paper balanced on his nose.

He sits upright and collects it off his lap, where it falls, inspecting it closely. It is heavy paper. Cardstock, ivory. Folded crisply once, like a place card at a banquet table. The writing is elegant cursive and shiny gold, which is murder on his dyslexic eyes, and takes him a good twenty minutes to puzzle through.

To His Highness Niccolo di Angelo, son of Hades, Prince of Hell, it reads, in confirmation of your appointment at the Chelsea Hotel, Penthouse Suite. On this day, June 5th, no later than 2 post meridiem.

And then, in messier, penciled handwriting, under elegant swirling decorations:

do NOT shadow traval!!! xoxo Will <3

Nico traces his finger over the misspelled 'a', grinning.

"Alright, you little weirdo," he mumbles, heading to his closet. He digs around until he finds the deep, wine-red shirt that always makes Will twitch. "Let's see what this is all about."

#alright!#i had fun with the scientific method one #so we'll see #wip wednesday #wip wednesday poll

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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superblysubpar · 9 months ago

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dad!steve harrington x mom!you

a How Sweet It Is story

summary: you want another baby

2,886 words

warnings: please see the How Sweet It Is and Easy Like Sunday Morning masterlists for general warnings about these AU's | SMUT (piv unprotected intercourse / steve breeding kink harrington / kitchen sex and all the messy things like licking food off of another person for example) | NSFW 18+

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow at the bottom of the story!

Autumn, 1993:

Steve rubs at his eyes as he turns onto your street, fighting a yawn as his radio rumbles quietly, the song too soothing despite the cold air from the open window trying to keep him awake. He curses at the time blinking back at him on the dash.

Midnight.

His kids will be up in five hours, maybe less.

He groans audibly to himself and knows that you’ll wake up with them first and insist he sleep in, but he’ll hear you singing or laughing or hear the kids ask where Daddy is and he’ll feel guilty and that’ll be that.

He hadn’t meant to stay at the hospital for as long as he had, but Eddie was sort of a mess and Olivia kept thanking him and apologizing and okay, so maybe, he’s a little excited to rub it in everyone’s face that he was the first one to meet Caroline.

It’s weird seeing one of your best friends have a kid. Weird seeing this guy in a Metallica tshirt who was just leaning over a theater seat and telling him his own kid was a little freak not even five hours ago, hold his newborn and cry.

And yeah, whatever, he cried too.

Meeting Caroline was worth the lack of sleep.

The same lack of sleep making his eyes blink and connect the dots too slowly that the house he’s pulling into should be dark. Yet as he rolls to a stop in his driveway, he finds almost every single light of the house is still on. Warm gold shines from his upstairs bedroom, the downstairs living and kitchen windows. As he makes his way up to the front steps, mentally preparing himself for wide awake yet overly tired three and six year olds, he pauses.

Fleetwood Mac?

He’s sure of it, as he steps closer to his front door and hears guitars and drums, hears your voice singing louder, somehow, than the stereo blaring.

It’s the mix he made you, for your birthday, all your favorites, and Steve closes the door gently, looking around in search of you.

The kitchen is empty, well, not empty.

There’s bold and…uniquely…decorated Halloween cookies on parchment paper. A mixing bowl and utensils all covered in chocolate, frosting, caramel, and essentially anything potentially sticky and edible in his house littered across the countertops.

He makes his way to the living room and finds a blanket fort and crayons literally everywhere, ironically, as the song of the same title starts just then. He goes to nudge the stereo lower when your voice singing on the stairs makes him pause.

His chest fucking cracks open at the sight of you. One of your old band shirts hangs loosely from your frame, no pants, a laundry basket on your hip. He leans against the door frame as you do a little spin-dance sort of thing when you reach the laundry room.

He watches you flick off the light and head to the kitchen and he’s a little alarmed you haven’t screamed or said hi until you stick a spoon of chocolate frosting in your mouth and then call out around the treat:

“You gonna come dance with me or just stare all night, Harrington?”

Steve smiles and watches you twirl in the kitchen and make what you think are flirty eyes at him. He tilts his head as one particular shake of your body in a terrible dance move shows off the high cut of black lace on your ass.

You don’t wear those enough.

“I’m good with staring, it’s a nice view.”

He slowly enters the kitchen, knowing it’s a trap, but a willing prey for your hands that grab him as soon he’s close enough. Your fingers clasp together at the back of his neck as you sway, much too slow for the song and he gets the hint, his finding a home on your waist.

“You remember when we slow danced to The Way I Feel at that shitty frat party?”

Steve smiles, his hands bunch up your shirt in his fingers and his forehead rests against yours.

He remembers it well. Really well.

Remembers the girl he’d made out with a few times in high school, how he messed up his shot with her even more times. How he somehow got a seat next to that same girl on the first day of class in an actual college he still couldn’t believe he got into. Remembers asking her to study, to ice cream, to coffee. Kisses at front doors and make out sessions that lead to more. To held hands and introducing him as your boyfriend. Whispered dreams of the future amidst I love you’s. Then, dragging him along to a party.

Can still vividly recall slipping an asshole a twenty. Your smile around the rim of the plastic red cup you stole from him. Your voice singing softly to him, like you two were the only people there as you swayed a lot like you were now.

The way the song ended and your mouth was hovering over his and you asked him if he wanted to get out of there.

How one thing led to another and you were in the backseat of his car with your head thrown back and his mouth was on your neck and nine months later he was a dad.

Speaking of…

His nose traces yours as fingers scratch up your spine, smiling when you shiver. He leans his head down, just enough to brush his lips against yours as he asks, “Where are the kids?”

Your lips part around his in a barely there kiss as you murmur, “Robin and Nance took them. They made you hocus pocus cookies.”

Steve breathes in as you breathe out, fingers pushing at your spine so your lips bump again, speaking so quietly, if he weren’t pressed up against you, you’d be unable to hear him.

“Was wondering ‘bout the gummy worms. Makes sense now.”

Your head tilts back as you gasp into his mouth when his teeth graze your bottom lip. Then you hum, eyelashes fluttering as you say, “Almost every potion requires worms, according to our little witch. Who, by the way, was only encouraged by Robin who brought her a chocolate wand.”

Steve’s mouth breathes against your jaw while you talk, his tongue slips out as he kisses the hinge of it.

“Oh yeah?”

You’re not so much dancing anymore, instead simply arching your body as Steve grips your waist and leaves a warm, trailing breath down your neck. You suppose it’s like a dip of sorts.

A hum slips past your lips as your stomach flips. Maybe this won’t be as hard as you thought.

“Ye-yeah. Said she can’t be a Sanderson though…for Halloween…cause,” you whine a little when Steve’s tongue glides over your skin, his smile following right behind it.

“Cause?”

The song on the stereo changes with perfect timing to Think About Me, and Steve’s mouth presses a kiss to your neck, encouraging you with a squeeze of your hips.

“Cause,” your voice is quiet, but sure, “Cause she only has Grace. And there are three Sanderson’s.”

Steve’s lips slow their kissing as he hears what you’re saying. Hears the song that just so happened to lead to the conception of his second kid.

He pulls away and blinks at you, pink cheeks and eyes like melting honey.

“Are you…” he licks his lips, swallows, and looks down at where your body clings to his. He looks around at the kidless house, listens to the Fleetwood Mac, and then looks back at your hopeful gaze up at him.

His hands cup your cheeks as he asks, softly, “You wanna have another baby?”

“Yeah,” you laugh around some tears trying to slip out, a little more emotional than you thought you’d be. “Yeah, I really do. I think they’d be good ages apart and they’ll be so close to Caroline and Robin and Nancy are gonna get Zoe in a couple of months and-“

Steve’s kissing you, mouth passionate and hot against yours as he moans into your lips. He backs you up into the counter as you grip at his shirt collar, neither of you really caring or paying much attention to where things are landing.

Your fingers scratch down his now bare back as he lifts you, wedging himself between your spread legs. His lips are frantic in their kissing as he tugs on your thighs, your ass, until you’re flush against him, grinding down in search of friction.

Your body floods with warmth as he unzips his jeans, as he pulls and tugs at your shirt with his other hand, too impatient to wait until he has both free and refusing to admit if he stopped kissing you, it’d be a whole lot easier.

Steve groans at the sight of your bare chest and your legs tighten around his hips now free of the denim. He leans over you on the counter, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, “Hold still.”

“What, why, ohmygod-“

Steve drizzles caramel over your neck, your chest, your stomach, before flinging the spoon somewhere.

His mouth follows the drizzles, carefully licking up each drop as his hands squeeze at your hips, your thighs. His tongue glides across the curve of your breasts before it dips between the two and down your stomach where he gives you a kiss.

It’s all painstakingly slow compared to the speed you were just going, adamant for you to feel every pass of his tongue, every brush of his lips as he enjoys his treat.

Your body squirms underneath him, skin warm and only growing warmer as he pulls at your underwear roughly, leaving you completely naked on your kitchen countertop.

“Steve, we-“

Propped up on your elbows, you swallow your words when he removes his boxers and steps between your legs again. One hand rests on the counter next to your head, the other grips his length and tugs, once, twice, keeping eye contact with you while he lines himself up with your entrance.

“We,” he breathes heavily, stopping to kiss you once, before he keeps going, “Are gonna make another perfect, amazing, incredible kid.”

He pushes into you, capturing your gasp from the fullness of him inside of you. He pants into you, pushing deeper as he holds your stare, mouth never lifting from yours as he groans, “You’re gonna…” he sucks in a breath unable to to finish the thought when your hips roll and you whine for him to move.

“Please, Steve,” you beg into his mouth and he can’t hold off anymore, not that he really was before.

He pulls out and thrusts forcefully, hand gripping your hip and the edge of the counter as he slams into you again, and again, and again.

Your back arches off of the countertop, his name a gasp as you meet each of his thrusts and babble into his mouth.

“More, Steve, fill me up baby, please I-“

He swallows your words, grinds against you each time he pushes as far in as he can while his hand pulls your thigh up against his hip in a bruising grip.

It’s fast and not like you two at all anymore. Sex is usually some pillow talk and soft sleepy smiles and missionary and hand holding and so so so not Steve stopping his kissing and pouring more caramel over your face and chest in the middle of sex.

So not you two being loud, yelling names and making who knows what kind of noises as he smears and licks up the mess he just made and teeth nip at your skin and soothe it all away with kisses as he pounds into you like he used to. Not you when your hands grip at his shoulders and beg him to go faster, harder.

Steve’s gasping into your neck, thrusts coming closer together and your stomach tightens, warmth threatening to burst inside of you but you don’t want it to end.

Your fingers slip on the countertop, cookies fall to the ground, his name is yelled and it sounds an awful lot like don’t stop, never stop.

Steve searches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours while the other finds your lower back and makes you arch up into him further. Your hips grind against his as his mouth pants along your throat, your jaw, before it locks against yours in a kiss.

It’s all a little filthy and wild, the way you let go of his hand and both of yours grip the back of his head and pull when his thrusts just keep going. The way you beg into his mouth like you’re sobbing, “Baby, please, please, ohmygod-“ and Steve grips your hips and pumps harder, deeper, practically growling out a “Yeah?”

Your thighs shake, you pulse around him, your heartbeat is in your ears as he hits that spot that makes you see stars over and over and over again until your mouth falls open and you don’t know what comes over you because you’re practically shouting, “Yesyesyesyes,” until it turns into a silent gasp as your orgasm takes over. It’s like the breath is stolen from your lungs, vision lost, as he spills inside of you with a deep, tortured - like he really didn’t want it to be over either - moan.

The pair of you breathe heavily, clinging to each other still, then you both start laughing, tired and euphoric. Foreheads stuck together as your hands move over each other’s bodies restlessly as your lungs fight for air around the laughter, until it all slows down and stops again.

Eventually, Steve clears his throat as his thumbs rub soothing circles on your hips.

“Sorry, don’t know…that was um…”

Your head finds it’s favorite place in his neck, curled up under his jaw, lips finding the pair of freckles you love so much in a kiss. There’s no energy left for anything other than a hum of agreement.

His hands roam higher, soft and soothing up your spine and back down until you yawn against his neck and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest beneath where your fingers draw against his skin absently.

Steve pulls away and his lips twitch at the sound of your protesting whine, at the way your hands cling to around the back of his neck once more. But he’s just adjusting so he can find your lips, granting you a gentle and sweet kiss. The tip of his nose brushes yours as his breath fans out across your bottom lip when they part for him. His mouth moves over yours sweetly, lazily, as his hands pull you closer to him. Your stomach flutters alive, only stirring up the just satisfied feelings when his tongue meets yours. Steve kicks up inside of you when your hips shift, searching for friction again, causing your laugh to break the kiss.

He swallows the sound, his hand roams higher until it’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb brushing behind your ear as he regretfully pulls away from your lips, but only just so. Steve murmurs against them, eyes watching your eyelashes flutter at the sound of his voice.

“Can I interest you in a bubble bath to clean up, Mrs. Harrington?”

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, a kiss to your top one, his mouth moving over yours too fleeting as your entire body shakes with a shiver, practically drooling over his question and teasing touches with a moan worthy of a bite of chocolate.

Your hands curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, lifting your hips ever so slightly to cling onto his body a little harder, a little longer. The nod of your head knocks your lips with his again, and he rewards you with a deeper and lingering kiss. His arms wrap around your back as he pulls you closer still, neither of you ready to separate any time soon.

“You better tell them you ate every single one of those horrible cookies.”

He laughs into your mouth, nodding his head as you kiss him more.

Both of you are content to take your time getting upstairs, to let your kisses linger and melt like honey. Make sure each moment is remembered, so it’s all easily recalled from the sound of a song and the way you kiss him. Each pass of your lips over each other’s, each brush of a tongue or scrape of teeth or inhale of much needed air makes sure you’re not missing any of it as you clean each other up when you finally do get there.

Steve’s got your back to his chest as he hums into your temple the last song on the tape in between whispers of if it’ll be a boy or girl, names, personality, and all of the things you’ve come to love about your other two.

His hands roam over your body, warm water and sweet smelling suds cascading over you as he kisses your neck and shakes his head no when you ask if he’s tired.

And even if he were, the lack of sleep would be worth it.

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