#'to ask that of me - to be. to be /yours/...gasp scream cry heave idk'

[joinmeinjoy]

knight hob knight hob knight hob

[moon7jay]

i keep thinking abt noncon w sunghoon like just imagine….

THIS. like idk but something about being helpless under sunghoon would fix me😩. Sorry it took so long anon but here u go!

Forced to take him (p.sh)

🫴Read part 2 here

Warnings : MINORS DNI, non-con, squirting, creampie, cheating, I guess that's it? , mentions of the word "RAPE"

It's non consensual so please if u are not comfy with it, DO NOT READ.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird to say the least. The first time your sister brought him to your shared apartment was last month and ever since then he has made it his second home. See you wouldn't mind this home invasion if only he didn't glare at you with the most intensity u have ever seen someone direct towards u everytime u were in his vicinity. Dead dark eyes following your every move as u pranced around the house.

Your sister's boyfriend was definitely weird, but you had never sensed any sort of danger from him, despite the hostile stares now and then, you never thought he could cause any real harm to u. Not until..

The first time it happened, you were in the kitchen. feeling a presence looming behind your back as u made coffee "lana why r u hovering" u spoke thinking it was your sister but a response never came. In mild curiosity u turned around and your breath hitched when your eyes met his dark dead ones. He was too close, way too close for it to be appropriate.

"W-what do u want? " U asked his tall figure hovering over you, looking anywhere but his eyes, they made u so nervous, like a prey.

He moved more closer to u, this made u look into his eyes, to assess his intentions but the dark glare that he was giving u made u tense up and press your back to the kitchen counter.

You were not expecting his big hands to wrap around your mid section, a gasp escaping your lips when he squeezed your mid section as if spanning your waist and stomach

"So small" he whispered as if in a trance. Your eyes widened but u were frozen, unable to move or speak, something told u that if u upset him, u could end up bloody on the ground. Tears gathered at your waterline, threatening to fall from your eyes as he kept squeezing more and more.

"I'll have a field day forcing myself inside u" he whispered , his eyes not leaving what he was doing with his hands

The tears finally fell at his words and your mouth gaped like a fish, wanting to say something, scream, anything, wild eyes looked up at your face and all breath left your lungs when he smiled at u in an almost maniacal way

"So pretty when u cry aren't u, it drives me crazy, You drive me crazy" he said moving in to lick your tears, making u shudder and close ur eyes, trying to move your face away from him but a large hand came up to hold the back of your neck to keep u in place and u squeaked when his other hand started groping your ass.

You were full on sobbing now as he moved his tongue to your neck and collar bones, your hands holding on to the edges of the kitchen counter in a deathly grip. His teeth punctured your delicate skin making a pained cry leave your lips and that seemed to catch his attention as he stopped doing what he was doing and stepped back all of a sudden. He stared carefully at your heaving form before walking out of the kitchen like it was a normal Tuesday.

As soon as he was out of sight, your knees buckled and you fell on the kitchen floor, sobbing and trying to catch your breath.

Your sister's boyfriend was weird. And you should have told your sister about it, you should have confronted him, you should have taken his words more seriously, you should have sensed the impending danger, you should have... But you didn't.

The next time it happened, u had just gotten home from classes, hearing weird noises in the living room, your feet moved towards it.

Nothing could have prepared u for the sight in front of you. Your sister was spread open on the couch as her boyfriend fucked into her, her legs over his shoulders. A gasp escaped your lips which made sunghoon and your sister look at you. Your sister started pushing sunghoon out of her to apologize to u but sunghoon's thrusts only got harder as his eyes met yours, your sister struggling underneath him, telling him to stop, but all u could hear was static as his expression morphed into one of pleasure as he held eye contact with you, smiling lewdly at you as he came inside your sister. You turned on your heel and ran up to your room, locking it and leaning against the door to catch your breath.

What the fuck was that.

Outside, you could hear your sister yelling at him but the next second you could hear her moans of pleasure again.

Your sister's boyfriend was so weird.

The sound of your door closing woke u up. Sitting abruptly to look around your darkened room.

"lana is that you? " you asked as u turned to ur bedside to turn the lamp on.

Your eyes met his dark ones and your palms started sweating. Sunghoon stood at the edge of your bed, scanning your skimpily dressed body like a predator. Before you could say anything, he started to unbutton his shirt

"What-what the fuck do u think you're doing? " your voice shook as you asked him

"fucking you" Is what the reply came.

"You c- can't" tears started to gather in your eyes again, why were you so scared of him??

"I'll scream, lana will find out, she'll kick you out" You tried threatening him confidently as he unbuckled his belt, his naked chest on display, you averted your eyes.

"she's passed out baby, some sleeping pills is all it takes" he whispered climbing up on the bed.

Your head could not register his words. He drugged your sister.

He drugged your sister to rape you.

You screamed as he grabbed your legs to bring you closer to him as he hovered over your body. His hands trapping you under him as you thrashed and hit him to let go. You did not see the slap coming, but your throbbing lip was enough to make u stare at him with wide eyes, ceasing all your movements.

"I can bleed you to death u know" He whispered scarily calm. His hand moving behind his jeans to pull out a shiny blade. Tears started falling from your eyes as you whimpered in fear of your life. Something in his crazed eyes told u that he had done this before. This wasn't his first time. Not his first time Raping someone. Not his first time Killing someone.

"Please... " u whispered, your lips trembling and bleeding from his strike.

He pressed the cold blade to your throat

"What's it gonna be baby? Want me to slit your throat so I can fuck you to death? or will u let me fuck your warm body while you're still alive? " He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect

"Tell me. Dead or alive? "

"A-alive" u croaked, your body starting to shut down from the terror, the blade pressed to your throat making you numb to everything else.

He smiled and tsked in a disappointed way

"Damn u didn't fight much, was looking forward to some blood bath as we fuck" He chuckled and kept the blade back inside the back pocket of his jeans.

Hands started to grope your body, your night gown torn apart within seconds. You layed back and stared at the ceiling, having given up in trying to stop what was about to happen.

You were a virgin, you had been saving yourself for the love of your life. Park Jay. The smartest and kindest boy in your class. You had recently started flirting with him, letting him know you were intrested. You had thought countless times of this moment. But not like this.

Curious and rough hands squeezed your breasts making your breath get heavy, this was painful. His breathing was laboured too but for entirely different reasons than yours.

He leaned over you to press his chest to your tits. "Press them up against me cmon, need to feel them " He whispered in anticipation, you arched your back to do what he said, your nipples rubbing against his own, a hiss of pleasure leaving his teeth "good girl, such a good fuck toy for me"

His hands spread your legs apart and he quickly undid his jeans, just enough to fish out his hard cock. You prepared yourself for penetration, clutching onto your sheets as you watched him jerk himself off.

His teeth biting his lower lip as he stared lewdly at your spread and naked body

"Such a pretty fuck hole" He whispered before hastily slotting himself between your legs, hands grabbing your midsection like he did that day and the next thing you feel is an excruciating pain. A pain so intense as he forces his way inside of you. Your walls are dry but he doesn't even care, curses and whines falling from his lips and he bottoms out in you, tearing your hymen. You start to sob uncontrollably "s-stop please" U croak between sobs but it only causes him to grind more into u

"Beg more for me baby, beg me to stop" He grunts with a hard thrust inside you.

He rests his forehead against yours,hands resting beside your head, tongue darting out to lick your tears once again

"Gonna tear ur pussy so good"

"Like fucking virgins so much" He whispered and pulled all the way out to thrust back in, hitting your cervix in a painful way. A pained scream ripped out of you and he smiled in sick satisfaction. Soon his expression morphed into one of wild desire and pleasure as he kept thrusting inside of you, your body started secreting fluids which made his experience all the more pleasurable and he gritted his teeth at your tight walls

"you like being raped like this don't you? Keep fucking my dick just like that"

"Fuck it baby oh yeah, god so tight"

"It's fun isn't it? Feels so good doesn't it? Pleasure me come on, make me relieve my lust"

His words sound static to your ears as you come on his cock, your body betraying u once again, sobbing continuously, you keep taking his assault.

He groans like an animal when u dig your nails in his back, begging him to stop

"Yeah baby? Want me to stop? " His thrusts getting wilder, pounding your cervix

"ask me to stop, scream for me to stop baby, makes me so hard when u beg "

His dick keeps dragging against your walls in the mix of both pain and pleasure, his hands groping your body as he unleashes his inner animal to fuck into u however he wants, he's on his third orgasm but his dick is still hard in you

"You're gonna make me cum , I'm not the only one enjoying this rape yeah baby? Fuck yeah, squeezing around me so good"

You scream hard at a particular thrust and he laughs while panting

"Oh yeah? "

"Just like that? "

"fuck fuck fuck" he gasps as he comes inside your wet heat again. Fucking his come back inside of your leaking hole, overstimulating your body, your lower region feeling numb, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness.

You felt him pulling out, hissing as he observed your leaking and abused hole

"Fuck yeah" He breathed, turning your body around and mounting you again, thrusting deep inside of you, your face squished against your pillows as he breeds you from behind.

It's animalistic, the way he fucks you.

"Wanna keep it in u forever,can't stop, I can't stop"

"Pussy So good oh fuck"

He groaned, digging his teeth at the back of your neck, you were sure u were bleeding.

Your consciousness left u somewhere in the middle of his animalistic panting and grunts.

When u came to, u found yourself in a mating press, his face right above yours as he fucked u folded in half

"Ah u're awake sunshine, raping u so good yeah? "

He breathes and licks your lower lip. His hips moving relentlessly, grinding into u at a slow pace now

"Open " He panted and as if on autopilot, all strength leaving your body, u open your mouth

He spits in it "swallow" He says and u do. He curses and bites your lower lip as his thrusts become erratic

"Mhmnn fuck yeah, one more oh yeah"

He grunts as he fucks his cum into you. Making u squirt all over him.

His mouth lapping on your pussy is all u feel before u drift into unconsciousness.

Your sister's boyfriend is so weird.

[revelboo]

hi! idk if you are taking requests right now, but if you are, could i ask for sunder dealing with a human psychologist trying to help him? (maybe a joker and harleen quinzel dynamic?)

I’ll try. Title is Whipped Cream by Ludo. 18+ 🌶️

Whipped Cream

Sunder x Reader

• Chains slithering against the berth they’d bound him to, he halfheartedly tugs at them again even though he knows they aren’t budging. They never do. Head falling back, he grits his denta to keep from laughing. They’re right there. Just outside the door. All those lovely minds to play in and he can’t get at them. Starving and frustrated. How long has he been here alone? Times a bit difficult to gauge since they only come in to force feed him energon occasionally, wrapped up in protective gear to keep him out. Lunging suddenly against his bonds, he screams out his fury. And hears a soft cry in answer.

• Staggering, you slam into a wall, vision blurry with tears. Have no idea what just happened, but it felt like being shredded apart and crudely put back together. Falling to your knees and dry heaving, unable to breathe like your lungs can’t remember how before you shudder and gasp. Slumping over, you let the shaking rattle you to the bone as the pain needles through you. And you hear a low, guttural growl of noises. Whatever happened, wherever you are, you’re not alone.

• Straining to see, he’s stares at the small shape on the floor of his cell. An organic? Where had you come from? But then your fear and misery spark through his mind. Thrashing against his chains, hunger lashes him. And he reaches his thoughts for you, sinking in. Not Cybertronian, but there’s still memories to lose himself in. But as he pulls them to him, they come apart and just reform. Stilling as his lips part, he keeps reaching. Little sips of you that he can’t destroy. Why can’t he devour you? What are you? Swimming through your mind, learning you, he slowly smiles.

• “Poor, little love. So much pain.” Your head snaps up at that silken, dark voice. Mouth falling open as you spot the big, metal monster chained down. “Don’t fear.” And it, he, smiles at you, expression softening. Those pretty, blue optics snaring you as a sense of safety spills into you. “I can ease your suffering,” he croons, servos twitching. That voice is dark velvet stroking over you. Coaxing. Sliding up the wall, you stand. Wanting him to help you, to help him. “That’s right, love. Come to me. You know me.”

• Crooning as he plays with your thoughts, trying to twist them to him. Because he’s desperate to get his servos on you, mnemonic needles sliding out of his fingertips as he arches. So hungry. Just a taste, let him drown himself in your memories. And then you rock to a stop. Backing away, he feels your sudden fear. “What are you doing?” That soft, sweet voice surprising him as you retreat back to the far wall. You can’t feel him in you. No one ever does. “Get out of my head,” you gasp and he jolts when you manage to push him out. Shocked, he shivers in a mix of desperation and fascination. How are you resisting?

• “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” That voice chimes through you, calling to you to come to him. Making you want to do whatever he wants. Covering your ears with your hands, you slide down to sit feeling weak and shaky. Can feel him in your head, spreading like poison and there’s a disjointed sense of hunger and desperation. His? Yours? You can’t tell. “Sunder. My name. I’m sorry, I’ve just been alone for so long.” That voice. Head lifting, he smiles at you and those optics are so deep you can get lost in them, hearing yourself whispering your own name to this monster.

Next

[hyunjilicious]

A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much. 

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact. 

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done. 

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples. 

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest. 

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

[elysianslove]

idk why but. i feel like yuuji would either get close to cumming/cum when he’s eating you out just cause he’s genuinely happy he’s making you feel so good n you just sound so pretty for him, whining for him to continue n gripping at his hair, tugging slightly <3 pls i love him sm

oh my god yes yes yes <3 yes <3 yes <3 

he absolutely would. like he just needs the tiniest friction, and he’s gone, mainly having the sight and sound of you getting him going. he’s on his stomach, still fully dressed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, and he’s gripping your upper thighs really tightly, keeping your cunt pressed to him. he doesn’t realize it but he’s rutting against the mattress slightly, because the way you’re responding to him is driving him insane. 

you’re arching your back and your fingers are weaving in his hair, pulling and tugging and keeping him close, and your hips are stuttering and grinding up and against his face. and the noises you’re making, god. it’s music to his ears, the way you scream and whine so loudly, and gasp and plead and cry and sob. your chest is heaving and your breath is hiccuping, your cries rising in volume with every stuttering breath as he draws you closer and closer to your high, and when you cum, it’s delicious. he feels himself shake and tremble with you, his skin ablaze, his heart racing beneath his ribcage. he grips your thighs harder, steadying himself as he sucks on your clit and laps at your folds to help you ride your orgasm, all while he’s actually riding his own too. 

when he sits up, you notice the damp spot on his sweatpants, and he shivers, shying away and nervously scratching at the back of his head, until you crawl over to him, pull him into a kiss, and ask him, “think you can give me one more, gorgeous?” 

and then him being so sensitive while he sinks into you but he’s never wanted anything more and just overstimulated yuuji fucking into you pls 🤲🏼

[jessiebanethedragon]

Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

[cozy-the-overlord]

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Part 3 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@fablesrose said:

Alright, break my heart.

A lover softly combing their fingers through your hair as your head lays in their lap, quietly drifting to sleep with a hum.

Summary: She could accept this fate, did accept this fate, if it meant that he would escape safe and sound. But Loki could never let her fall alone.

Word Count: 1,663

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

A/N: So this is based on a dream I had a while ago ... it’s weird. I know it might not make any sense, but my dreams never make any sense lol, so I was kind of trying to channel that a bit. The title is from Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”-- I debated about that for a while, because I know this story doesn’t really fit that poem thematically (like ... at all), but the atmosphere it creates is sort of what I was going for? Kind of? Idk this story is a trash fire. 

Also please let me know what you think of the ending! I’m genuinely curious to see how people interpret it ...

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Drowning? (but no death)

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At first, she thought she was dead. That moment when she first hit the water, the icy crack that shattered her vision as millions of tiny needles pierced every sliver of skin and cut straight to her bones—surely, she must be dead. No body could survive such raw cold.

But she wasn’t. She was alive for now, alive enough to scream as freezing water rushed down her throat, up her nostrils, through her ears, ripping her apart from the inside until there was nothing left but ice.

Can’t breathe—

The surface sparkled above her with a mocking glow. She knew how to swim, but when she tried to kick her legs only dangled in the water, useless chunks of lead pulling her deeper and deeper with each failed flail. Her arms weren’t working properly. Her fingers had turned to icicles.

No, she wasn’t dead, but she was dying.

The thought electrified her, and she tried another half-hearted thrash for the surface even as her chest swelled with water. She didn’t want to die. Not like this. Somewhere, deep down, she was ashamed of her fear. She hadn’t fought the drop. She had given herself up to death’s eternal slumber. Why was she panicking now?

But this was different. She had made peace with the fall, yes, but the water did not hold the same mercy. Please. She gasped for the surface, not even sure who she was pleading with.

Please, not like this.

She wasn’t expecting an answer.

And yet one came.

In one moment, she was spiraling down into the blackness, in another, the light was flying towards her in a halo of bubbles, a familiar arm tight and firm around her waist.

Somehow, the air she heaved into her lungs was even colder than the water below, the frigid wind that whipped across her cheeks threatening to take her skin with it. She coughed out a waterfall, the panic that had been frozen in her throat finally freed from its floodgates as she sobbed and shook against his chest.

His.

Sigyn gagged on the realization.

“You—you—” But her voice only burned, too raw for speech. When she attempted to twist around to see his face, he only held her more tightly against him as he pulled her to the embankment. She pulled at his collar with numb fingers.

“You were supposed to run,” she choked. “Loki, you were supposed to run.”

Loki said nothing. He scooped her up like she weighed no more than a feather, his ruby eyes staring off at something only he could see as they trudged through the snow. She realized suddenly that she was shivering, teeth chattering like a pair of castanets, and she gulped as she tried in vain to hold her frostbitten hands still. Loki’s grip around her tightened.

“We need to get you warm,” he said. “You’ll freeze like this.”

What he needed to do was drop her and get as far away from her as possible, but Sigyn’s voice wasn’t working properly. Really, very little was working properly. Her vision was going fuzzy in the corners, the steady sound of his wet boots crunching against the ice was starting to fade into an indistinguishable buzz.

She only noticed they had stopped when the fire crackled to life—a vibrant, vigorous warmth that washed all over her, and she found herself bathing in the glow of dancing flames despite her better judgment.

“Loki!” she whispered weakly, fighting to cling to her last dregs of reason. “The smoke— he’ll find you—”

Loki lay behind her, holding her to his chest with a touch so gentle she barely felt it. His fingertips danced across her temples, stroking clumps of wet hair from her face as they went.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft and safe, a warm blanket wrapping her up and sheltering her from the world.

She inhaled. Her chest felt numb. “What’s going to happen?” She hated that she sounded so small, like a frightened child cowering at a storm. But surely what they were facing was a storm of its own? Sigyn knew very well who it was pursuing them. She knew he would stop at nothing to retrieve what he wanted.

It could only be a matter of time …

But Loki was unconcerned. “Don’t worry, darling,” he soothed. “Don’t worry. It’s all going to turn out right.”

“The tesseract—”

He hushed her gently. “Everything’s going to be just fine.” He hummed as he combed through her hair, a tune that Sigyn almost recognized, something innocent and nostalgic. It was something from a lifetime far away, dancing on the edge of her memory. She found her eyelids slipping closed, even as she fought to remain awake.

Can’t sleep now. Can’t leave him …

“It’s all right, my love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You can go. I promise I’ll be all right.”

And so, she gave into his words, and the world faded to black.

…

When they found him, the fire had gone out. Loki was hunched alone in the snow, watching little flecks of ice crystalize on his blue skin. He didn’t bother to stand as they surrounded his makeshift camp. Why should he? He was weary, and besides— it didn’t matter now.

The Mad-Titan loomed over him, his golden armor sparkling with frost as he regarded Loki with a kind of patronizing amusement.

“And so the Jotun blesses us with his true colors.”

Loki fixed him with a heavy-lidded stare, breath whistling through his lips in a silver vapor. He was too exhausted for words. Besides, what was there to say? Everyone here knew how this was going to end.

At least, they thought they did.

“I’m surprised at your choice,” Thanos grinned. It was a spider’s smile, one that said he wasn’t surprised at all. Loki pressed his nails into the palms of his hands. “I thought for sure you had chosen to run.”

Yes. Sigyn had thought so too, had wanted him to flee. He had seen in her eyes, that peaceful resignation as she accepted her fate.

As if he could ever let her fall alone.

Thanos knew it. That was the frustrating part. He knew Loki would jump in to save her or die trying. He knew he’d give up his life, give up the tesseract, give up every living creature in the universe if it meant keeping her safe …

It didn’t matter now. Sigyn was free from harm, far outside the Titan’s reach, and the tesseract …

“Hand it over, princeling.”

Loki only smirked. History may call him Silvertongue, but oh, sometimes silence tasted so sweet.

Thanos’ eyes narrowed.

They dragged him to his feet in an instant. Loki didn’t fight it. It was only a matter of seconds before the realization would strike, and he for one was enjoying the anticipation.

The Titan towered over him. Loki fought the urge to laugh. He clearly thought himself intimidating, but his tiny eyes glaring out from beneath his helmet only made Loki think of an overgrown cockroach wearing armor.

Still, he bit his tongue.

“I’ll ask only once more,” Thanos leaned towards him, practically spitting in his face. “The tesseract. Hand it over.”

Loki didn’t flinch.

“My lord—” It was one of his Children, hunched over a datapad with a molded tension in his shoulders.

Here we go.

“What?”

“It’s not here.”

“What do you mean it’s not here?” Thanos snapped. “He has it!”

The man inhaled a shaky breath. “Forgive me sir, but he doesn’t. Here—” He held the tablet to the Titan with trembling hands in frantic supplication. “It’s not on his person. It’s not even on this planet. There’s not even the slightest trace of its gamma signature on this side of the galaxy!”

Loki grinned.

…

She awoke in her bed, cocooned in the snug embrace of her favorite fuzzy blanket. The rain pattered on the roof outside, a soft hum that almost soothed her back into slumber. Still, she pulled herself from sleep’s clutches and yawned, stretching as she sat up.

Such a strange dream.

It seemed so distant now, all wrapped up in warmth. She could only barely recall the last dregs of icy panic, floundering in a frozen river. And the man who had pulled her out …

She chuckled to herself. If only every nightmare ended with a tall, dark stranger rushing to her rescue. Although memory of his face eluded her, she couldn’t forget the feeling of his arm around her waist, so strong yet so gentle at the same time, clutching her to his chest like it was his sole purpose in life to hold her close. She sighed. Her subconscious had been kind to her last night.

A loud yowling from down the hall startled her from her reverie—the cat, demanding his breakfast. She frowned at the clock and jumped when she realized how late it was. Oh well. Can’t spend all morning fantasizing about handsome dream-men. Time to get up.

There was a song stuck in her head, she realized suddenly. It took her a moment to place it. Some silly jump rope chant from elementary school that she hadn’t thought of in years.

She giggled. How obscure is that?

Another meow reverberated through the apartment, an impatient edge to the cry. She groaned, throwing back the covers.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” One of her slippers was missing from its usual spot. She frowned. “Tigger, did you steal my slipper?”

Tigger only let out another screech, and she huffed. That damn cat was always snatching everything she left out and stashing them under something—he was a veritable hoarder.

“Fine,” she yelled, making her way to the kitchen slipperless. “Be like that, you little thief—”

So distracted was she by the cat, she didn’t notice the faint blue glow emanating from the tangled mess of her bedsheets.

[shorkbrian]

Bad Vibrations

Prelude - You know those stories that like you read and then the ending is like “but it was all a DrEaM”? yeah this is that but in reverse. Also keep in mind that Shindo is an individual who keeps up a very polished outer appearance, very different underneath the surface. Bakugou saw through it; Shindou’s a little faker for the public just saying

Pairing - Shindo Yo X Reader

Prompt - Shindo but noncon

Warnings - NSFW, stalker Shindo, non con, dub con, graphic, vibrations (ofc), crying, idk, y’all should know by now that there aint nothing good going on in these here parts.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4FeWr4OsidcJClBjUEBHWI?si=Ea026PEQSX2vsQFf8AKkZw

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You wake up to a hand over your mouth, a weight across your waist.

It’s still dark, your bedroom window open and leaking cool air into your room.

There’s a figure above you, straddling your waist, eyes glinting through the darkness. It’s a man, you determine, with his unruly hair, muscled build and the rough “shhhh” noise he makes, his hand tightening over your mouth as you fully awaken.

“Mmh!” You whine, panic flushing through your body. Who is this? Why is he here? Oh god, are you going to die?

“If I take my hand off, can you be good?”

His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. The man doesn’t seem to be a threat from his body language, the smooth rhythm of his voice, even though he’s apparently broken into your house, into your bedroom. 

You nod your head. As soon as your mouth is free, you’re begging quietly.

“Please don’t hurt me, please.”

“Shhh, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing.” The man cooed, a hand cupping the side of your face. Odd. “I just want you to be good, okay? You can do that for me, right?”

What does he mean? You suppose your puzzled face clues him into your confusion, because the man chuckles lowly.

“Aw, don’t worry… I know you don’t have a clue who I am, but that’s okay - it’s not your fault. I’m Shindo, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you, everything’s fine.”

The man was so soothing, if he wasn’t pinning you to your bed with his bodyweight, maybe you wouldn’t be shivering with fear. You couldn’t think straight, mind still foggy with sleep, all you could do was blink up at the man-Shindo.

“I’m tired of watching, I just want a little taste, y’know? You looked so pretty earlier, like a little treat.”

Your eyes widened, and your body tensed. What was he—? Had he been watching you? What did he mean by /earlier/? Your mind flitted back to what you were doing before you drifted off to sleep, and you immediately flushed. An electric toothbrush had been pressed to your cunt, over your panties, the vibrations ever so slight as you writhed under your own hand. You had never messed with toys before, too intimidated by all the different choices, the names, the reviews. Plus, the actual act of buying them was mortifying, even if you could just order one from Amazon - what if it showed up in a package clearly outlining what it was? What if your neighbors saw?

“Don’t be shy, I know it felt good, I mean, it certainly looked good.” Your attention was pulled back to the present, to the man-Shindo sitting on top of you. He was grinning, a small hint of teeth showing. Your heart hammered in your chest - you we’re going to die. This man was going to rape you, then kill you. 

“Please, there’s-there’s money in the drawer, you can have it a-“

Shindo surged forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss, cutting you off mid-sentence. You squeaked, rearing backwards, but he followed, pressing his lips so firmly to your own that you felt like he was trying to worm his way inside. You tried to turn your head, shocked, scared, but a hand grabbed your chin with an iron grip, freezing you in place. It hurt.

A moment passed, then two, and you were fully panicking now, chest heaving, hands flailing. Shindo separated himself from you with a quiet, wet smack, barely pulling away from your lips before leaning back down to kiss your nose. The hand holding your chin relaxed.

“Don’t fight, just be good. I’ll treat you nice, okay? Don’t make me upset baby.” His voice had a sharp edge to it, and you had the immediate sense of mind to commit to doing what he said - you figured if you didn’t, you might not live to file a police report. You nodded shakily, tears brimming in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. 

Shindo smiled at your nod, patting your cheek lovingly, before another kiss was planted to the tip of your nose. “Good. Now, we’re going to get to the fun stuff, what do you say?”

It was a rhetorical question, the man not even waiting for a response before he was tugging at your shirt, almost ripping it as he pulled it up and over your chest, whistling as your bare chest was revealed. “Damn baby, you’re delicious.”

You flushed, hands twitching uselessly at your sides. You shouldn’t, you couldn’t fight, he’d hurt you. You just needed to stay still and quiet, let him do what he wanted, let him take what he wanted. It was going to be fine. You could do it.

Abandoning your shirt after he bunched it underneath your arms, the man immediately palmed at your chest, hands warm, soft. The chill of the night air plus his interest in your nipples had the small buds peaking almost immediately, stiff and upright. Shindo gave a quiet, pleased huff, before thumbing over your nipples, closely watching your face for a reaction. You turned to the side, determined to not give him one. Maybe if you just stayed still, didn’t engage, he’d get bored and hurry up, fuck off into the night and back from where he came.

A wet, searing heat enclosed your right nipple, and you gasped, arcing at the foreign sensation. A glance downward showed Shindo with his mouth around your tit, brown eyes hooded, twinkling up at you. You turned your face to the side again, shooting a hand up to bite down onto your fist as the man started sucking. It felt good, a dull pressure pulling at your breast, making you want to arch your back and push further into the man’s mouth. 

He stayed there for a moment, sucking quietly, before quickly switching to your other tit, immediately bringing his hand up to palm softly at the spit-slicked nipple he’d just abandoned. You whined into your fist, it felt good, why did it feel good? It shouldn’t, this was wrong.

Shindo switched again, one hand always kneaded the breast not held up to his mouth. He kept his tongue busy, playing with your nipple, laving hotly over your skin, sucking bruises into the sensitive flesh of your breast. You could’ve sworn that his tongue vibrated a couple times when it passed over your nipple, but maybe that was just the intense shaking from your body.

You were so stressed, so scared, your body was practically vibrating in fear - you were shivering so hard you felt like you were going to throw up. 

The man quickly got bored, detaching from your breast to shuffle down further, stripping the sheet away from your body as he did so. The tears that you had successfully held back so far came rolling down your cheeks as he gripped the waistband of your pajama pants. When you couldn’t quiet a sob, the man’s brown eyes flickered up, away from where he was peeling the pants down, barely pulling it past your belly button.

“Hey, don’t cry, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you, like, three times. I’ll be gentle, I know how to treat my girl right.” He soothed, but his words just made you cry harder. 

He clicked his tongue, before crawling up to flop down next to you, laying on his side, facing you. You closed your eyes, the intensity of his gaze too much for you to handle, muffled cries wracking your body. You couldn’t do this, he was going to rape you, this can’t happen.

Thumbs wiped at your face, rubbing your tears away. “You know, it’s kinda hard for me to get it up when you’re laying here crying like that, so I’m going to need you to stop.”  

You kept your eyes closed, wanting to convince yourself this was just some bad dream, you could wake up, this wasn’t happening. A sharp pinch to your cheek had you giving a small cry, eyes snapping open to see his face inches from your own.

“Don’t fucking ignore me, I’m being fucking nice. You want that to change?” He growled, making you flinch. The whiplash from the personality change had you confused, lips quivering as you burst out into a fresh wave of tears, quickly trying to wipe them away. This man was dangerous. 

Seeing you try to rectify your crying, Shindo backed away, offering you a comforting smile. “See? It’s not so hard. God, you’re perfect for me, so obedient.”  His voice was sickeningly sweet again, nothing like the vicious growl it had been not ten even ten seconds ago. It was terrifying, the man was unhinged. 

There was a quick press of his lips against yours again, before he was resuming his position by your lower half, busying himself with pulling your pajama pants off.

The second they passed your hips, revealing your bare pussy to his gaze, Shindo groaned out a curse, body sagging. Your pajama pants were quickly ripped the rest of the way off, leaving you completely exposed. 

You wanted to cover yourself from his searing gaze, but something told you the the man wouldn’t like that - he might hurt you for trying - so you twisted them into the sheets by your head, anchoring yourself in the physical sensation that it provided you.

Shindo looked up, sticking his fingers in his mouth as he did so. You watched him suck on them, swirling his tongue around the digits before taking them out, absolutely drenched with his spit.

“You’re gonna like this part.”

Before you could ask what he meant by that, before you could even /think/, those fingers were pressed against your pussy, smushed up against your clit. The sensation from that lone had you breathing in quickly, closing your eyes. When the vibrations started, you almost screamed.

Your eyes flew open, mouth open in a silent cry, hips bucking uncontrollably both towards and away from the vibrating fingers. It felt so good it hurt, the vibrations hitting deep, buzzing and rumbly, so fast and heavy that you couldn’t think, you couldn’t even breath.

Shindo laughed, eyes dark as he watched you writhe on his fingers, slowly starting to rub them over your clit, along your labia, moving up to press hard against your mons pubis, which mad the vibrations go so impossibly deep, you choked on a moan, eyes rolling back into your head. The feeling was incredible, it was too much and not enough all at the same time,  like nothing you had ever felt before. 

He played with you like that, you don’t even know for how long. It could’ve been a second, it could’ve been an hour. All you knew is that it felt good, that you wanted more, that you couldn’t stop your hips from trying to grind down against his head. And then he was pulling back the hood that protected your sensitive clit, using a finger to flick at the bud, and you were sobbing through an orgasm.

“Please! Oh god, stop, stop! It-it hurts, no more, please!” You cried, the pleasure quickly breaching into overstimulated pain as he ghosted over your clit. It hurt, sharp pain, the buzzing reaching into your thighs, and you didn’t know if it would ever stop.

Then, it did, and you almost cried in relief, collapsing against the bed in a gasp, sweaty and breathless. 

You think some time passed, enough for SHindo to strip out of his clothes, because when you next opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) the man was naked, watching you. 

He had his fist loosely wrapped around his cock, his long, veiny cock, already shining with precum. He was stroking slowly, seemingly content to watch the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to regain your breath, the glistening wet of your pussy clenching between your legs. 

Your eyes met his, those brown, glinting daggers, slitted dangerously as they watched you. “Mm, feel good pretty? I knew it would. Just gotta let me take care of you… I can make you feel even better.”

“I don’t….” You whispered, your sentence trailing off. You didn’t want to do this, but could you even say no? Would he hurt you?

Shindo didn’t hear you, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge you. He leaned forward, letting go of his cock to situate himself between your thighs. You cringed when his wet hand brushed against your leg, pulling it up and over his elbow, opening you up to him.

This was so gross, his cock was leaking all over the place, and he was going to put it inside you, you were going to vomit.

“Let me in, let me treat you nice.” He cooed, tapping the tip of his cock sweetly against your clit, almost mocking you. You jerked on each tap, body shaking hard again. 

Then he shifted, dipping down so he could line his cock up, slip it inside quickly, before you could move or wiggle backwards.

You couldn’t think about anything other than the solid heat filling you, pushing into your stomach, stretching you past the point of comfort. You had to bear down, relaxing your pussy around him so it didn’t hurt as much. He was long, and thick, and it hurt - was it supposed to hurt?

Shindo cursed again, his hand quickly patting along the bed before he found your own, immediately clenching it tight within his grasp. 

“Baby, you feel so nice, clenching like that around me. Been waiting so long for this, was gonna do something all dramatic and romantic like flowers and candles…. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

He was completely inside, stilling as his hips came into contact with your skin, panting above you.

“Been watching you for a while, you’re real dumb, I followed you home in plain sight several times. I even broke in a few times, stole some stuff.”

Your eyes were wide, staring up at the man above you with your mouth open. This was too much to process all at once, the physical sensation, the information being dumped on you. 

Shindo continued “It was nothing big, just some panties and other little things here and there. You didn’t mind though, you never even noticed it was missing.” You had noticed some stuff go ‘missing’ but you had just chalked it up to your own faults, loosing your favorite necklace, misplacing towels, forgetting where you put your underwear after you folded it.

“You’re a little dumb, but that’s okay baby, I don’t mind. It’s kinda cute, y’know? Although it would’ve been nice for you to at least recognize me - I’m not in the top ten, but I’m still a pretty good hero.”

Wait, hero? You looked up at the man, scanning his face. He didn’t look like any hero you had seen on the news. He caught your suspicious gaze, his brow furrowing, a deep frown appearing on his face. 

“What, you really don’t get the fuck who I am?” He snapped, the hand holding your own flashing towards your throat, fighting around your skin, cutting off your air. “I’ll give you a little hint.”

The cock inside of you vibrated, just like his fingers had.

You choked behind the hand cutting off your airway, thrashing under the man over you. The cock kept vibrating, but the hand let off your throat, letting you gulp in deep breaths. 

“This ring any bells?” His voice was light again. You wanted to cry, he was moody, volatile, scary. You couldn’t do this - you could feel his lightly vibrating cock leaking inside of you, whether you could actually feel it or not, just the mental image was making you sick. 

“I-I don’t know who you are..” You tried, voice slightly scratchy. “I just wanna stop, please? I won’t tell anyone, please, if you’re a hero…. This isn’t right.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Fine. I gave a plenty of chances.” The mean cut in his voice was back, and that’s all you could notice before his hips were pulling back, cock sucking out of you, before it plunged back inside.

It was vibrating even more intensely, like it was shaking your inside, and you couldn’t think past the quickly building thrusts, the man sweating and groaning above you, hand gripping your leg tightly. You couldn’t breathe.

“No, I don’t want this, it-it feels weird! I can’t—!” You squealed, Shindo unrelenting as he rolled his hips into you, grinning.

“I dunno, feels good to me.”

You moaned on his next thrust, the vibrations bringing you to the edge, too fast, too intensely. You felt like you were speeding towards it, and then you were falling over it, shaking on his cock as you came, clenching your teeth.

“Fuck, fuck baby, feel so good!” He didn’t let up, didn’t give you a second, just kept thrusting, leaning down to push his tongue into your mouth, his spit going everywhere. It was too much, you couldn’t take it, you just came!

“Shin-do! No, too - mmhm - much! Plea-se, too-too m-ah! Ah, ah, ah!” You moaned, embarrassed at the sounds tumbling out of your mouth as you ripped your head away from his slime tongue, but yet you couldn’t stop yourself as you whined.

“Nn, you’ve got such a tight little cunt, perfect - ah! - for my cock.” His thrust sped up, the vibrations getting stronger inside of you, and you threw your head back, squealing, bucking your hips, thrashing - anything to get away.

But his grip was unrelenting, as was the quickening slap of his hips against yours, his thick balls swinging to clap against your ass lewdly. You couldn’t get away, he was going to cum inside, you couldn’t make it stop.

“Oh, baby - haah - keep moving like that, you’re milking my cock, feels so good.” He moaned, dipping down to pant against your neck. You cried out, trying to still, trying not to egg him on. You just wanted this to be over, you could hardly think with the pleasant, intense buzzing in your pussy, the solid, warm cock filling you up, pushing you past your limits.

And then you were gone, screaming into another orgasm, loosing yourself to the sensation.

----

You wake up to your covers tucked around your chin, safely snuggled into your pillows.

It’s light, your bedroom window open and leaking the sun into your room.

You go to stretch, reaching your arms above your head, only to pause at the unrelenting ache in your back, the horrible tight soreness between your legs. It-it wasn’t a nightmare.

It was real.

[brwnskin-bunnyteeth]

Bunny

A/N: Hey, this is like so late, but that’s better than nothing and I’m glad that I was able to finish this! Idk, I had a hard time getting this one wrapped up, procrastination is a bitch smh. This is a part of @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucket List Challenge.  Hope y’all like what I wrote! And don’t forget to read everyone’s fics too!

Warnings: smut/language

My prompt: Skype/Phone Sex

Word count: 1.1k

“ —- and Mitch was trying showing me this sick move, yeah? But he kept on messing it up, like, he couldn’t properly show me...thought he was lying at first, but he finally landed it after like ten times…” 

Y/N wasn’t paying attention to Harry. She didn’t mean to, but his voice was so soothing and enchanting that she could just dose off listening to him talk on the phone. And while it was almost 1 am, she wasn’t sleepy. No, she was wide awake. She’d been waiting to talk to him all day and damn it, she going to milk it as long as she could. He was so busy, and they hardly got to talk to each other as much as they used to. Laying in bed, listening to his raspy timbre, was just what she needed. 

“Dosing off there, lover?” He’s chuckling into his phone, the vibrations giving her goosebumps. She sighs dreamily, coming back to the present before answering him. 

“Yeah, just appreciating my boyfriend’s sexy accent” A small smile spreads on her face when he gives her a cute laugh and a small “yeah” in response. “It’s so hard staying focused when all I wanna do is jump his bones.” 

“Oh yeah? ‘M turning ya on that much you can’t even listen to meh?” Y/N openly moans at that, shivering at his words. “You touching yourself right now, lover?” 

“Don’t tease, bunny” She whined into her phone, thighs clenching together as his words went straight to her core. “Bein mean”

“Oi, I’m not the one getting off to my partner talking ‘bout their day, ya horn dog” She hears him shuffling before he speaks up again, “Now, I asked you a question. Are you touching yourself?”

Y/N shakes her head before saying “No”. She bites her lip in anticipation for whatever her boyfriend’s got planned. 

“Touch yourself for me, darling. Use my voice, let me help you.” He gets huskier, his voice dropping octaves, inciting a low moan from her. “Like that, huh?”

Her hands grasp at her chest, playing with her nipples, through her shirt—-one of Harry’s oversized band tees—- before one moves down, caressing the rolls of her tummy and her thighs. “Yes, bunny” She sighs, shivering at the moan that leaves his mouth. Her nipples harden as she lifts the shirt and pets at her breasts. 

“Fuck, love when ya call me tha’.” He groans, “Goes straight to my cock, baby. I get a stiffy every time, love it.”

She can hear him start to stroke his member, his spit wetting the stroke. Her moans increase as his words spur her on, her hands inching ever closer to her core. She can see him right now: eyes focused on his lap, lip tucked into his mouth, his hand slowly and teasingly stroking himself. She moans at the thought as his slick strokes increasing in her ear. 

She rubs her clit over her panties, leaning her head back onto her satin pillows, a small gasp leaving her, as her legs spread open. Kneading her breast in one hand, she continues her ministrations.

“God, you won’t believe how wet I am, bunny” She whines, into her phone, stuttering moans leaving her mouth. Her fingers delve past her pants and come out coated in her juice. She shuts her eyes, pulling her fingers up to her lips. “Tastes so good” 

The moan that leaves Harry is loud, his deep voice thunderous and heated. Her thighs tremble, her walls clenching in response, and she giggles knowing she hit a sore spot.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me like that” Y/N trails her other hand to her clit, flicking the pulsing nub as she began to bury her unoccupied fingers into her mound.  

“Can’t wait to sink right into your tight pussy, baby. Gonna fuck you so hard, just like last time, not gonna be able to walk for days, gonna feel me everywhere.”

His words were intoxicating, sending shocks that cascade through her body, flames boiling in her gut. The whimper that leaves her is downright pathetic; the memory of his hands gripping her thighs, her walls clenching in on him as he thrusts, roughly, her senses overwhelmed. Her fingers increase on her swelling clit and her moans loudly leave her mouth. Her fingers can’t reach her spot quite like his, but she makes do with what she has, he’ll be home soon enough. 

“Miss you so much, gonna give you everything I got...you’re gonna beg me to stop, baby...gonna be melting with my cum and spit, gonna look so pretty…”

His words go straight to her core, strengthening the flames roiling in her. His hands are pumping his shaft, and she can just about see his succulent tip as the sounds of his efforts echo through the speaker. His moans bounce around her ears, her mind fogging up. Her whole body trembles, nearing her peak, and all she can do is bask in the pleasure. Her body burns, her joints locking up as an ocean waves tumble from the top of her skull all the way to the tips of her toes. She’s crying out, her nub overstimulated and overwhelmed, and Harry’s in her ear encouraging her on. 

“You’re amazing, baby, love when you scream my name”

She’s whimpering, “Oh god, I need you bunny, I miss you too much” Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving as she comes back to earth. “Have you cummed? Bunny, can you cum for me, I need it” 

“Baby, you’re torturing me, fuck. I miss you too, baby” He’s blabbering, and the slick sounds of his cock being pumped are loud and clear. His slit must be red, his balls swollen, as he fists himself—-his groans beating from his chest. And then he’s exploding, his cries enchanting and exhilarating. He’s groaning, working to extend his orgasm as long as he can, his lover’s name leaving his tongue in a delicious roar, her pussy pulsating at the explicit noises. 

“Love you so much bunny, can’t wait to lick you up, wanna be your good girl, I love you, I love you, I love you” She’s breathless, her body still wrapped in the fog of a nearby harbor, reveling in her satisfaction. 

Harry laughs, breathily, “Good girl, eh? Gonna take you up on that, baby. Christ, I love you. Gonna race home the moment I leave” 

The two bask in the afterglow, seperated by mountains and lakes. They continue talking, til they’re both so knackered that they can hardly keep their lids open. They exchange one last “I love you” before passing out, their phones by their ears, as the moon drops from the sky. Content, drained, and yearning. 

[sweetestlamb]

Teenage Dream- All I Want For Christmas Is You (Christmas Finale)

Summary: Mun-yeong gives Gang-tae his gift. 

Author notes: Sorry for the wait I just have a sickness fanfictioniatis, there's no known cure. Instead of writing updates I just start writing new stories. Opps.  I wrote this mentally for days but couldn’t bring myself to actually type it, sorry if it seems rushed I have a jam packed schedule this week so I wrote this before bed. For @truccieeboo​ and all the Moonmun lovers who have stuck with me, I appreciate you all. IDK when I’ll write IOTNBO again or when inspiration will hit but writing them again was a delight. 

"You love her don't you?" His head jerks at his brother's matter-of-fact tone as he laces up his winter boots, hat snug on his thick unruly dark tresses and scarf wound tight around his neck. His mother was adamant about him dressing warmly, it was endearing most times. Annoying others. 

He chokes on his shock, stuttering around his tongue before peering deeply into the chipped wooden floor, brazen ways all but melted away in front of his older brother. It's one thing to utter those words to Mun-yeong. It's a completely different beast to admit that to his family, they might inquiry why and then he'll have to regal the many reasons his heart beats for her.

"You know ignoring me won't make me disappear right? I'm still here. Plus it wasn't a question." Sang-tae smirks at him, one eyebrow quirked in amusement at his tangible discomfort. "Just keep being there for her. Mom considers her a daughter at this point, so she's stuck with us. Maybe tell her how you feel."

He can feel the heat of his brother's eyes on his downturned head and he squirms under the persistent attention before Sang-tae exclaims, "What? You already told her. Wow. Are you still my little brother? I'm impressed."

Finally he speaks, "I couldn't keep it a secret. She needs so much love big brother, I just want to...." He falters, too many words on the tip of his tongue. I want to love her forever. I want to give her everything. I want to be the reason she smiles. But his brother must read his face because he claps him on the shoulder gruffly before dragging him into an one armed hugged.

"You're all grown up."

He feels small in Sang-tae's arms but he grips tighter before drawing away and throwing a wave at his brother. He doesn't want to keep her waiting any longer.

Not one second more. 

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"Mun-yeong?" He calls out to her as he pushes his way into the lavish space, she'd left the door open for him, he grins at the beautifully decorated tree heart warm at the memory of all them right here just days ago, that gorgeous smile on her face. He's never seen her shine her bright, they didn't even need the star on the top of the tree. It paled in comparison to her luminance.

He closes the door behind himself. Toeing off his snow dusted boots and slipping his snow bitten feet into plush house slippers, deep green with grey fur lining. He casually walks to her fridge storing all the food and side dishes his mother had forced him on, demanding that they "fatten" her up. In his eyes she was already perfect in every way but he found a special satisfaction in watching her eat, knowing that she was enjoying what he'd provided. It made his pride curl up and roar, lick its paw and roll over like a big cat. 

"Mun-yeon--"

The room darkens suddenly leaving him in near darkness, the sun setting hours ago. The bus had taken longer than he'd anticipated and despite Mun-yeong's insistence that he could call Sang-in, he couldn't bring himself to bother the driver. Gang-tae was not his responsibility after all, plus anyone could see that they had a bond far more special than driver and passenger. It felt like an intrusion on their relationship. 

He spins around in confusion, squinting in the inky blackness before a dim light catches his eyes in the corner of the room.

"You're here."

Her voice is smoky clouds on a dark day, clinging to his skin and leaving him tender.

"What... I- you...wow."

He eloquently responds to her statement as she steps closer to him, twinkling with each step soft clinks with each step as the lights knock into each other.

It's hard to breathe.

She's wrapped in white Christmas lights that start at her sharp collarbone and twist and weave to her dainty ankles, lights illuminating each inch of her near naked skin, bits of lace peek out through the lights and he gasps for breath as he watches her closing in on him. A big red bow sits atop her perfectly straight bob strands tickling her collarbones, matching lipstick coats her pert lips that are curved in a feline smile.

"Merry Christmas, Moon Gang-tae."

His legs are weak as he grabs the arm of the humongous couch, putting his full weight on the steadying object. Before sitting on the soft cushions but his eyes never leave his...gift. Her can't look away, she is the sun and despite knowing the dangers of staring his eyes are reckless, raking up and down her figure. Hungrily. Desperately. Terrified.

"Mun-yeong." He breathes out heavily, fists twisted in the cushion of the couch. Close to ripping the material into smithereens. 

"Are you ready for your gift?" She asks with a cute head tilt, she sashays her way before she's standing into the gap between his legs.

Before he can verbally answer she places one finger on his lips. "Shhhh. You don't need to answer. Let me say thank you for everything you've done."

"You have nothi--"

She cuts him off by sitting on his left leg, lights pressing into his thigh but he's too blinded by her beauty up close to even process the pain. She gently grabs his face, staring him dead in his eyes, twin pools of affection and promises beyond their years.

When she kisses him starburst behind his eyelids, her mouth sweet like hot chocolate as he immediately reacts to the coaxing of her nimble tongue. She tugs at his hat before throwing it across the room, and suddenly he's being devoured; her tongue on his neck, then curled around his earlobe then back to his chin and licking back into his soft gaping mouth.

He almost jolts out of his seat when she grabs his cock without preamble, sure hand wrapped around his leaking head through his pants as he unconsciously thrusts into her hands, guttural moans loud in the silence of the room.

"Mun-yeong ahhhh uhn!"

He can't control his hips as they surge forward meeting her stroke for stroke, before the metallic pull of his zipper permeates the room and she grips his naked skin through the slit in his boxers.

He's about to lose his mind.

But before that he draws away, taking three deep calming breaths. Much to her visible annoyance.

He tugs her hand away from his aching cock, his body screaming at him the whole time.

With a raw throat he whispers, "We don't have to do this. This isn't why I did everything I did. You don't owe me anything. Just holding you is enough."

Her eyes glisten as he holds her gaze, her bottom lip trembling minutely before she straightens up tugging at his collar until they are mere centimeters apart.

"Gang-tae." Her voice quakes and he can't help but drag her into a tight embrace, lights be damned he'll take all the pain in exchange for her in his arms. "Gang-tae, why did you do this to me?"

His brows lift in question but she continues to tremble in the bridge of his neck, softly sniffling now. Breaking his heart piece by piece. 

"Don't cry. Don't ever cry."

He rocks her back and forth, soothing hand stroking up and down her back. Trying to rub away the shaking in her bones. 

"Why did you make me love you? Why would you do this? How am I supposed to let you go?"

He stiffens at her words. Flabbergasted. Shell shocked. Love. What? He'd made her do what? Love him? How?

Palming her neck he softly pulls her away, urgently needed confirmation that his ears aren't deceiving him. He'd never expected her to say those words back to him so soon, he'd seen just how spooked she'd been when he'd said them to her. He thought those words were to never be uttered again and he would keep them locked in the crevice of his mind until she was ready. 

"You what?" He begs her to repeat, tongue heavy in his desert dry mouth.

She tries to hide in his neck once more but he maneuvers them until she's spread on the couch on her back as he looms over her, the lights dancing across her skin and flashing in his eyes. Teasing.

"Please." He pleads, pride thrown away. He's sacrificed anything for this moment.

She looks up at him shyly, the antithesis of his girlfriend he almost chuckles at the discrepancy. But this moment is too tight. Too charged, if he laughs he might shatter like crystals.

He runs a finger down her clavicle, taking a moment to appreciate the titillating vision in front of him. Her tight nipples are peeking through the lights wrapped around her heaving chest, he instinctively grabs at the tight peaks twisting them harshly. She jumps at his rough treatment hissing while glaring at him.

"You heard me!"

There's his she-devil. He smiles at the return of her flame.

Before he can continue she pushes him away, his back colliding with the armrest of the couch as he looks at her with bewildered eyes. More than slightly turned on. His cock dances in his too tight jeans.

She slinks off the couch, walking across the room before stopping in front of the tree. She finally looks back at him over her thin shoulder. Eyes so dark her pupils have all but disappeared.

"Gang-tae."

He waits with bated breath. Will she finally say the words he wants to hear? He will remember them until the day he can hear no more, until the day his spirit leaves this realm. He leans forward, desperately needing her to continue speaking. He nods at her. Please.

She falls to the ground in a graceful tumble of limbs before curling a finger at him.

"Make love to me."

His heart skips a beat, then pounds like a jackhammer in his chest. He looks at her, lost.

But she isn't finished, "Please. I need you. Take me, everything I am belongs to you."

He chokes out a grunt before falling to his knees and crawling slowly to her, heart thumping with each inch he closes until she's within reach and they both lunge clashing in a tangle of tongue, tight grips and immeasurable desire. She kisses him like this is their last moment, nails sharp on his neck as she claws at his nape. While he sucks at the wet pink appendage, humming as she moans into his mouth. Everything is sweltering hot, the lights on her body singing at his skin now. He welcomes the pain, it's grounding.

Mun-yeong rips away suddenly, panting hard looking him deep in the eyes, searching for something before catching his chin in her hand. She smiles at him, it's so beautiful it aches.

"I love you."

His world breaks apart for a moment before stitching itself back together, hot streaks roll down his smooth cheeks. She wipes at the stray tears gently tsking at him.

"You're such a baby." She holds him like he's something precious and his skin feels pulled too thin but she rocks him now, holding on for dear life.

"Gang-tae. I want you. I don't want to stop tonight."

Without him even a second to process much less respond to her command, she leans back onto a fluffy rug he hadn't noticed on the ground before, cushioning her descent.

Then further annihilating his synapses she rolls over onto her stomach, looking at him with beckoning eyes.

"I want it like this."

At her seductive words he snaps to attention, eyes roving over the delicate round curve of her ass arched into the air. The lights sinking into the skin of her cheeks and he wants that to his finger tips so without hesitation he reaches out and grabs her tight cheeks, spreading them a little with his rough palming.

He knees his way over until their bodies slot together, grinding his aching hard erection onto her ass avoiding the lights to find soft skin and simultaneously he palms her breasts, hardening at her high pitched moans as she rocks forth into his hands and then earnestly back into his cock, desperate for both sensations.

Her sounds ignite his fire and he grips her tighter, spreading her legs with his knee before thrusting his cock head on into her cloth covered center, wet squelch ringing in his ears at the impact. They both hiss and begin frantically slapping each other, the thin slit of her panties the only thing stopping their ultimate connection.

Ripping at the lights and her panties, he tears the soft lace and watches as her pussy is bared to his hungry gaze the lights dazzling around her soft pinkness, calling to him. Fuck me. Fuck me.

"Gang-tae. Gang-tae! Stop teasing fuck me!"

Oh. Perhaps that wasn't his subconscious.

Pulling a condom from his wallet, willing himself not to be embarrassed. He'll find a way to thank his brother for forcing him to carry them. But now isn't the time to think about anyone but the magnificent creature beneath him.

Before he can tear the condom open with his shaking hands, she reaches behind to snatch his hand and guide it to her soaking wet opening, his index fingers sinks in without any resistance at all. His cock cries at the implications, ready to be submerged. Drown in her ocean. 

"You don't need to be gentle. I've done this before."

He freezes at that admittance, reality dousing him like a bucket of ice cold water. Of course. He wasn't her first, that shouldn't be shocking. She was gorgeous and probably had many boyfriends before him. It wasn't a big deal. He didn't care.

......He shouldn't care. It didn't make this any less special. She loved him. And he her.

But he can't move. Imagining a faceless man in his place, touching her the way he'd thought he'd only touched her.

"Gang-tae!"

He snaps out of his thoughts, his fingers are no longer in her tempting heat. They are still in front of him now. Stagnant. 

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" She asks him, looking back at him in confusion and he reaches for the condom but it falls from his grasp and he can't control the jealousy that bubbles up. He can’t stop the bitter words from flying out of his lips, he’s hurt. 

"I thought we were each other's firsts." He bites out, feeling small and stupid. He has no reason to be upset she'd never told him that, he'd simply assumed and now he was disappointing himself. He was ruining everything.

"Idiot." He nods in agreement, he is an idiot for getting upset about something like that. "You are my first for everything. I just meant touching myself, what do you think only boys masturbate? With you for a boyfriend I had to unless I wanted to go insane, you never wanted to do anything. Do you know how horny I am all the time?"

Oh.

He can't suppress the blinding smile that etches across his face and she rolls her eyes at him.

"I better be your first. I'll kill anyone who touched you before."

He chuckles at her dark promise, nodding his head. As if that's something she has to worry about. Nobody has ever wanted him before her and now there will never be anyone after her. 

"Who else would there be?"

Without realizing it she has worked the condom down his thick length and he hisses at her hand on his heated skin.

"You were taking too long." She answers rocking back into him and his body takes over, hips snapping forward before the head of his cock swipes at her entrance and she sucks in a deep breath and he captures that moment, plunging in, pausing to let her adjust before pulling the lights wrapped around her waist and yanking her back the meet his thrust. She wails at the movement and an apology is on the tip of his tongue before he hears, "More! More! Don't stop!"

He drags her up by her shoulders until they are glued together, sweat slick skin rubbing each time he withdraws only to screw up deeper and harder, she's bouncing back into his thrusts little oh's and uh's invading his senses until he feels like a mad man. He pulls out completely, flipping her over onto her back, her hair spread around her ruby red face, eyes heavy from lust. He wants to see the first time he makes her come. Wants her to see him too. To see and be seen. 

He rubs two fingers at her pearled clit and she yelps loudly, she's so wet it drenches his fingers and he needs to be back in there feeling her from the inside out. Eyes locked on her he thrusts back in, grunting as her legs wrap around his waist pulling him ever deeper.

He's never felt anything as good as this, nothing in his life as made him feel this complete. She is more than he deserves but she chose him. He's the one who gets to be with her, make love to her. The one she loves.

"I love you."

The words fall out of his mouth and he can't stop the tumble of words as he rides her, declarations punctuating each thrust as he slams into her tight heat once, twice, thrice as she tightens around him and a hard rapid swipe of his thumb down her engorged button makes her jump in his arms as if electrocuted before she starts moaning loudly and her walls clamp down on his cock so tightly he can't move and he shoots off, head dizzy and heart exploding.

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He feels like a pool of jelly on the ground butt naked save his socks but she's already nuzzling into his neck and talking about another round. He just hums in acquiescence too worn out to argue, his toes are still uncurling. 

"Wait here. I'll get your present."

He blinks at her in surprise but says nothing as she darts off in her birthday suit, thoroughly enjoying the sight.

She presses a box into his hand when she returns and he clumsily lifts himself from the ground, accepting the box.

"I thought you were my gift."

"I was but I got you another gift too. I'm rich I can do both." She shrugs eying him with the gift excitedly.

He chuckles at her, spoiled princess. He wouldn't have her any other way honestly. He carefully unwraps the perfectly wrapped gift before his eyes bug out.

"It's too expensive." He looks down at the phone, brand new and gleaming definitely not something his mother would ever be able to afford for him. They always got a few generations behind when they went on sale, it was practical. He'd literally never owned a phone that was the latest model. Other kids had been quick to point that out, chuckling about his "cheap old relic." But he didn’t care knowing how hard his mother worked for everything they had, he would never make her think that he was wanting. That he didn’t appreciate everything she did for him. 

"I can't take it."

She closes the space between them.

"You're taking it. Your old phone is broken and I need to be able to call you. Stop worrying about money. You've given me so much more."

He can't find any words but he tugs her into his arms, pressing a kiss against her temple. "Thank you."

"Oh and take this too." She says nonchalantly as she tosses something small at him.

It's a key.

He stares at it long and hard. Looks up at her then back at the key.

"Mun-yeong." He releases tearfully but she shakes her head.

"I want you to come whenever you want. I want you here all the time."

He knows what it means for her to give him this key, to allow him into her world. She's not promising she'll never push him away or that she'll never hide again but she's giving him the means to let himself in, she's placing her trust in him and he'll never take it for granted.

Before he can embarrass himself further he reaches for his discarded jeans, his gift can't begin to compare but he tugs the box from his back pocket nonetheless, watching her eyes light up like the broken strings no longer wrapped around her slim figure. He'll never be able to look at Christmas lights without getting aroused again. Damn. 

"Here."

She takes the champagne colored box from him and unwraps it viciously, paper laying in shreds around them.

"Oh Gang-tae." He watches as she strokes the silver chain and the delicate pendant at the end, a simple heart with an infinity ring looped on top of the curve of the heart. The diamonds glimmer in the soft lighting, her tears glisten as they cascade onto the sparkling stones.

He reaches out to hold her shaking hands, wiping the tears that fall from her tightly squeezed eyes. "My heart belongs to you. Today, tomorrow and for infinity. Mun-yeong, I want you to be my infinity."

They're too young he knows that logically. He can't make these kind of  promises, forever is a long way in the future but when he looks into her eyes forever is right here and right now.

He has to hold onto it.

With all his might.

[littlx-songbxrd]

okok here it is, i don't have a working title yet lol and i wrote the first like three paragraphs a year ago and only now finished it

but uh here it is ig (it's long so below the cut)

oh and i named the characters before i read chog believe it or not so there is no correlation lol

Prologue - Cordelia

May brings with it the memory of battles fought and won and the ever looming presence of a war not quite lost but certainly nowhere near done. As I hand out threadbare blankets around the flickering fires of the temporary war camp, I have to force my mind not to stray to all the people who should be here but are not. Well, the one person, really. I don’t allow myself to dwell, for I know that if I let my heart open to loss, there will be no hope at closing the hole left behind. No one here will tolerate that.

Yet no one criticizes Halen when she fumbles and breaks her fragile composure, storming out of the planning tent, the memories glistening in her eyes threatening to spill over. No, when it’s her, they rush to comfort her, to appease her, and they tell her to take all the time she needs. After all, has the poor girl not been through enough? they whisper pityingly as though we all haven’t lost others to this fight. But, of course, it’s not my place to comment on the actions of the mighty Chosen One. Even if she is my friend.

I look down to find my hands are empty. Tir has taken the last blanket from me without my noticing, and he’s settling down against his pack with his bare feet at the fire. I scowl; he isn’t allowed to speak against Halen either, despite being her older brother.

Heaving a sign, I slump down next to my friend and pull a corner of the blanket over myself. Tir shifts slightly so I can lean against his shoulder. We don’t speak. There are no words big enough to dispel the cloud of grief that hangs over us.

I know Tir is thinking of Zo today, just like he knows I’m thinking of Cherry.

Both of us, I’m sure, are also thinking that Halen ought to be here. She ought to be spilling those tears she always threatens and apologizing meaninglessly for deaths that aren’t her fault. Since when did she choose to be distant and calm? Couldn’t she at least have the decency to break down with the rest of us?

I scowl at a gecko as it skitters through the dirt toward the treeline to the west. I should say something to Halen. I should scream at her, sob at her, cry out until she understands that we need her as a friend, not just a commander.

My mind made up, I stand quickly, earning a confused stare from Tir. “Where are you off to?” he asks, his voice thick.

I shake my head. “Somewhere that isn’t here.”

He chuckles and reaches up to squeeze my hand. It’s enough. He was never one for many words.

I smile sadly down at him and set off to the eastern shore, where the purple and gold tents of the Eneris royal tents have been set up. Their fire and sun emblem shines bright on the tent flaps behind guards dressed in layers upon layers of robes and wraps and blankets. I scoff. The army settled just twenty yards away is shivering under thin blankets and dying fires while the royals and their company dine on mutton and venison. Not that I’ve come to expect anything else from them. They recruited Halen and built this army from the ground up—of course they believe themselves worthy of a few more precious coins exchanged for better conditions.

Even today, the first anniversary of Monvira’s troops storming villages and uprooting lives, they haven’t so much as acknowledged the flood of pain that’s sweeping through their army. I wonder if they even know what May first means to their people.

I stop mid-stride, staring straight ahead at the Strategy tent, where I know Halen spends most of her time these days.

It hits me: May first. The sky is clouded and the birds are silent, but it’s May first and no one bothered telling me that I forgot my birthday. Which was April thirtieth. No one noticed.

Weariness pushes at the back of my eyes, and I blink heavily against the tears blurring my vision. Memories from last year flood my mind as I turn and hurry towards Halen’s private tent. It bares the same colors and seal as the others.

I collapse on her bedroll and let out a single sob.

Last year, on the night of my birthday, Cherry had wrapped a blanket around us both as we stumbled back to our village after a whole day spent together at Renton Lake. She’d kissed my hand and twirled me toward the hut I shared with Halen, giggling in the moonlight, her dark unbound hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of night. The memory rips through me, forcing another sob out of my quaking body.

The next morning, she’d been gone.

I’m not sure how long I lay there, my tears collecting in a pool around my head, but eventually the shaking subsides and leaves behind a solemn heaviness. Only when I hear the tent flap ruffle do I stir. There’s a small gasp, then: “Delia?”

Halen’s nickname for me only makes the smallest dent in my sorrow. I push myself to a sitting position, sure that my face is red and splotchy and my hair wild and tangled. All in all, I don’t blame her for looking taken aback. “Delia, what is it?” she gushes, crouching before me and taking my face in her hands. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

This is exactly what I wanted when I stormed in here. Now, I nearly laugh. It’s pathetic, really, all this time I’ve spent cleaning up after Halen, chasing her, thinking maybe she could do something that would fill the cavity growing inside me. I see it now, as her hazel eyes rake my face. “Nothing,” I tell her. Her thumbs are soft as they wipe away the tears that trickle down my cheeks. “Not anymore.” My voice is scratchy, and I push down against a wave of shame. I’m better than this. I’m better than breaking down in my friend’s plush tent. I’ve never been the emotional one—that was always Halen.

I wipe away my tears, feel myself stand and walk out of the tent, my mind still occupied with hazy revelations I’m too exhausted to fully pursue. There’s a feeling in my gut, the only one that matters right now, and it’s an overwhelming cry to get out.

The grass is silent under my feet as I walk, and I’m distantly aware of Halen calling after me. Her cries of “Wait!” and “What’s going on, Cordelia?” follow me, even after she stops.

I keep walking.

I don’t look back.

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so uh yeah that's it 👉👈 i can give u the idea of the book if u want or you can just take this offering and run lol <33

Im gonna give you my unfiltered thoughts with no order or organization

REMEMBER ME WHEN YOURE RICH AND FAMOUS AND A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

OMG IM GONNA GET TO BRAG I SAW THE PROLOGUE TO AN AWARD WINNING BOOK IN THE FUTURE HOLY SHIT

I DONT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AND IM BILINGUAL

RENDERED ME SPEECHLESS IN TWO LANGUAGES GO YOU

SHE DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER HER BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT

LOOK I ADORE THE FEELINGA CORDELIA POTRAYED DURING THE ENTIRE PROLOGUE

LIKE HOW YOU WROTE IT IS JUST

I WANTED HER TO COME BREAKDOWN WITH THE REST OF US?????

NO IM SORRY IM HORRIBLE AT COMPLIMENTING EVERYTHING HERE IS BRILLIANT

1) i have a basis for how the crown is unfair (based on cordelias description) ALSO HOW CORDELIA DESCRIBED "i wasnt even sure if they knew what may 1 meant to their people" IDK BUT I LOVED HOW OT WAS WRITTEN. Its not explicit BUT LEAVES THE MESSAGE SAID

2) basis to whats going on? C H E C K

3) JUST HOW YOU WROTE CORDELIAS GRIEVE AND ESTABLISHED THE CHARACTER

Artie i've told you a million times but I adore your writting style, i always adored it BIT READING YOUR ORIGINAL WORK

I FEEL SO PROUD OF YOU?????

Your style is perfect

I WASNT LOST WHICH IS GOOD!

AND LEAVES ME WANTING FOR MORE

I DIDNT NOTICE BUT MY PHONE HAS LOW BATTERY SO IF I DONT REPLY AFTER THIS ITS THAT BUT TELL ME MORE PLS

[poutyhannie]

**Here is part two!! I really like this one :))

warnings: fem!reader, fem dom, chained jeongin, overstimulation, kitten, slight fluff??

word count: +1.7k?? idk

part 1, part 2

Standing at the door frame silently, you watch Jeongin’s trembling figure stroke himself desperately. His eyes are squeezed shut and his lips are mumbling your name like a prayer. His chest heaves with deep breaths and thighs shake in his kneeling position at the middle of the bed. He throws his head back as a high pitched whine escapes his lips. Though he doesn’t see you yet, his face burns red at the embarrassing sound. Still, he doesn’t stop his rhythmic motions up and down his painfully red and erect dick.

You shift, making Jeongin snap his head towards you. Guiltily, he removes his hand, though his eyes are fixed on you boobs, snug in simple black lingerie. You close the distance and grab his hand, placing it back on his length as you lean down to kiss him. “Keep going, baby. You’re so pretty.” You whisper into his chapped lips.

Jeongin whimpers again and continues, breaking the kiss to look down at your hand over his.

“Here, Kitten,” you tease his legs out from under him and gently push him so he’s lying down. Clambering above him, you stare down into his hazy dark eyes. “Can you put your hands next to the bed post for me, Kitten?” Almost too eagerly, Jeongin obeys you, removing his hand from his throbbing cock and stretching out under you. Overwhelmed by his submission and beauty, you reach down to pepper kisses along his sharp jaw. Jeongin tilts his head up and to the side, exhaling shakily. He’s so sensitive already.

Leaning down to kiss him on the nose, you reach under your bed for a familiar box. To an unknowing eye, perhaps a wandering guest, this unassuming sewing box might not betray the sins it holds, but a fire ignites in Jeongin’s eyes when he sees it. You slowly set the box on the bed next to Jeongin’s head and open it. Glancing down at him, you ask, “My Kitten remembers the safe word, right?”

Jeongin nods quickly twice, an anticipatory smile gracing his face, “Red. And yellow for slow down.”

“You’re so precious, Kitty. Know that I’ll never be mad at you if you use it.”

He swallows, even while a challenging glint darkens his eyes. He thinks he’ll never have to use it. You admire his bravery.

Drawing out two pairs of chains from the box, you slowly fasten both of Jeongin’s pretty hands to the bedpost, his aching bulge pressing harshly against your burning core.

“You ready, Kitten?” You growl, removing your lingerie.

“Yes, Y/n.” Jeongin whispers, eyes wide and lips glistening. He’s sweating already and the blush has spread down to his chest.

“Good,” you kneel and gently ease your hot, dripping core down onto Jeongin’s red, aching length. With Jeongin, the way his veins reach all the corners of your walls and how he stretches deep into you just so perfectly, you know that you’d never change a thing about your baby.

Jeongin arches his back, straining against the chains as he lets out a choked, throaty cry. You moan with him, your aching cunt feeling some relief. One of the best things about Jeongin was that you never knew beforehand what he wanted to be. Some days, he wanted to be spanked so hard he was sobbing into the sheets while other times, he would blindfold you and edge you till you felt like you were gonna pass out. It was always this dance that you two played and it was like gambling, you never knew what side of Jeongin you had the pleasure of loving. Today, to your excitement, his shivering form trembled under you.

“P-please,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut and voice barely a sound.

“Hm?” You tease, staying absolutely still, though your body screams at you to bounce on his dick.

Jeongin opens his eyes wide and pleads with you, his voice cracking, “Please, Y/n! Please move for your Kitty.”

Before he can finish his sentence, you lift yourself up—till Jeongin’s cock is just barely in you—and you slam your hips down onto him. Your Kitten lets out the most needy, raw moan you’ve heard from him and screams your name. You continue your onslaught, but you can’t seem to get the right angle while still going fast enough. Despite your predicament, Jeongin is a whimpering, moaning mess under you. You roll your hips on him, feeling his pelvic bone collide with your clit and let out a groan.

“You’re such a fucking good boy, Innie. You know that, right? You know how much I love you.”

Jeongin whimpers, nodding and biting his red, swollen lips, “I’m your good Kitty,” he cries out, his expression that of utter pleasure and desperation.

Leaning down, you grasp Jeongin’s hips and use your legs and grip to roll over him at a pace that has him choking on his own saliva. Suddenly, you’re grateful for the early mornings where you worked out your legs in your uni’s gym. He buries his nose against your neck and kisses your collarbones, chains jingling in tandem with the sounds of skin slapping and your wet core taking him in.

“Y-Y/n!” Jeongin bites your shoulder when you roll onto him harshly, “Y/n p-please let me cum! I’m so close.”

You grunt, raising yourself up again and bouncing on him. “Look at me when you cum, Kitten.”

His glassy eyes hold yours as his expression melts into fucked-out bliss and you feel yourself being filled. Your thighs burn but you ride out Jeongin’s high until his screams reduce to whimpers.

Jeongin pants, his glistening chest heaving and dark hair plastered on his forehead, yet after a wash of pleasure, worry overcomes his face. “Y/n, did you cum?”

You shake your head, still sitting on him with his softening length in your aching pussy but it’ll have to do.

“Do you want to sit on my fa-”

Before Jeongin can finish his sentence, you begin bouncing on him again. Jeongin gasps and thrashing harshly against the chains, choking before he can cry. He starts to fumble his words, “N-no, Y/n. What are you d-doing? I-I’m still s-sensitive! I’m is st-still sensitive! Y/n please!” Jeongin’s face twists as you bounce up and down on him, maneuvering your hips so that his tip would hit the sensitive spot deep in you.

“I thought you were my good little Kitty?” You challenge, “Do you want me to stop? Can my baby really not take it?” Still, you quicken your pace before Jeongin can answer.

A raw, racking sob bursts from Jeongin and your eyes widen and you slow to a stop. “Innie, you wanna use our safety wor-”

“No!” He almost screams, thrusting up into you, “Please, no. I’ll be a good boy! Please don’t stop, Y/n.”

You resume and smirk reaching down to capture his throat in your hand, squeezing at the sides and not pressing down as to allow air flow. “You think you can take what I have to give you, Kitten? Do you think your soft cock can take it, babyboy?”

Jeongin tilts his head back and glares at you through his teary eyes.

“Squeeze harder.”

Once again, his boldness shocks you but you do squeeze while snapping your hips down faster and faster. You finally feel the coil begin to tighten in the pit of your stomach and you reach down to rub your clit, doubling over at the touch.

Jeongin’s gaze is fixed on you and he whimpers, “I’m so sensitive but it feels so fucking good, Y/n.”

“You’re so fucking precious, Jeongin.”

Moaning with no regards, you grab Jeongin’s shoulders and grind down until you feel like you’re at the very edge, until Jeongin harshly thrusts up into you. Until you see stars and there’s burning in your stomach, your thighs, your core. Waves of pleasure crash over you and you collapse down on Jeongin. You’re both panting hard and sweating but smiling like fools.

“You did so well, Kitten,” you murmur, pressing a kiss onto Jeongin’s sweaty forehead. “That wasn’t too much, though?”

He gives you a proud, lazy, droopy-eyed grin and kisses your mouth, his hot tongue dancing around your mouth. Saliva connects your lips when he pulls away. “Nah, it kinda caught me off guard at first but I kinda liked it,” he responds bashfully, looking at you through his dark eyelashes.

“Good,” you run your fingers through his sweaty hair before laughing, “We need to take another shower.”

He smiles slowly at you before pouting. “Then unchain me.”

You tsk, “So demanding.” But still reach over to retrieve the key to the chains.

When you let Jeongin free, he rolls over onto you and kisses you hard, running his hands up your body. He tickles your thighs and his fingers rub your stomach up to your boobs where he spends a lot of time squeezing, tweaking, and massaging. You groan into the kiss and feel him smile. He holds the side of your neck in one hand and combs his fingers through your hair and gingerly trailing down your forehead, brow bone, down your cheek bone before cupping your cheek.

“Still,” Jeongin adds, pulling away, “I need you to hug me.”

Laughing, you oblige him, wrapping your aching arms around his back, holding him close until you can feel his heartbeat and he can feel yours. He nuzzles his face in your shoulder and inhales deeply. His eyes travel down to yours and you lovingly gaze up at him. Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut and smiles toothily at you.

“I love you,” he whispers, touching your nose with his and repeating, “I love you.”

You reach up to push his wet hair from his face as shining adoration and love surges through you for this boy. “I love you too, babyboy.”

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read into Me Chapter 10: That Mad Ache

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 2,266

Warnings: ANGST FRIENDS THIS ONES NOT FUN

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You didn’t exactly know where you were going, but you didn’t care. You had the windows rolled down, Elton John crooning on the radio, and your bare feet up on the seat. Steve had taken off his tie and jacket, popping open the top three buttons on his dress shirt. His hair was blowing in the breeze and you could see his chest hair peeking out from under the thin material of his shirt. He looked hot. You were drunk on adrenaline and you felt like kissing him. You were hyperaware of your lips, of his. You almost reached over to kiss him. But you didn’t.

“Where are we going?” you called over the wind in your ears.

Steve turned and looked at you with a cheeky grin. He’d pulled in around the community pool, long closed. “You wanna go swimming?” he asked.

“Won’t we get caught?” you asked. You didn’t bother to mention your lack of swimwear. You weren’t naïve as to what he was suggesting and you weren’t uninterested in the idea.

“Nah, the cops are more interested in stopping teen drinking after the dance ends than sneaking into the pool.” Steve replied with a shrug, parking the car at the farthest end of the lot, under a heavy looking evergreen. You nodded, popping the door open. Steve grinned, following you as you made your way into the pool. As expected, the back gate was locked with a heavy padlock and chain, but the fence was easily jumped, barely seven feet tall, Steve barely had to climbed to reach the top and then up and over. The fence was a bit taller than you compared to Steve, but you hooked your bare feet into the latticed metal and heaved yourself up, pausing briefly at the top to take in a heavy breath before throwing your other leg over the top and shimmied down.

The pavement below was dry and harsh, long dried out from last summer. Hawkins still couldn’t be bothered to install an automated cover for the pool, draining it in the winter and leaving it uncovered for the rest of the year. It was a costly cheap fix, but it came in handy now. The long plastic line lanes had been pulled out and roped up on large barrels near the clubhouse and the lights along the pool walls turned the water ominously yellow along the edges. The lights above the pool had been turned off, but the street lamps along the road and in the parking lot lit up the area enough to see.

Steve swallowed hard. The woods were too close. He didn’t like darkness that loomed there; the unknown had too many options now. Those damned dogs could still be out there. He hadn’t seen where they’d gone. They’d all just run off. He hadn’t seen one since but on the nights where he couldn’t sleep he’d sit and watch out his windows to try to spot anything in those woods. He didn’t like the way the trees moved in the wind, especially with bleary, sleep deprived eyes. Now he was a bit too close. Cold sweat pricked his skin.

You reached behind your back and pulled down the zipper of your dress. You felt self conscious of yourself. You’d never stripped for a man, even really around a man. Still, you’d decided to do it. You pushed off the straps of your dress, letting it slip off your body and fall to the pavement below you. You dove into the water, icy cold on your skin.

Steve heard the splash. He whipped around, looking for a demo-dog about to strike. He didn’t know if they could swim and he didn’t want to find out. Instead he saw you burst through the water, your hair wet and slicked to your skull. Your makeup had smeared and your lips slightly blue. “You coming?” you asked, gasping for air to fill your cold body. Steve swallowed hard, nodding quickly. He kicked off his dress pants and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He jumped in fast, putting his focus on the beautiful, nearly naked girl in the water with him. In the back of his mind, he was wired. It wasn’t so much a fight or flight but more a protective urge. If anything happened, he’d made up his mind that he’d protect you over himself. He’d done it before for those kids, he’d do it again.

He burst out of the water in front of you with a splash. You laughed loudly, tipping your head back. Steve shook his head wildly, his hair flicking water over your face and neck. You squealed, pushing him away, swimming off to the other side of the pool.

“Aw come on, I thought you liked it wet,” he joked, swimming after you.

“Oh I do,” you started, turning to move away from the wall. Steve trapped you between his arms.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more…” he drawled. Moonlight was caught in your eyes. Or maybe that was street lights. It didn’t really matter; he could spend the rest of his life drinking you in.

You demurred, turning your head away from him. You ran a hand through your soaked hair. “Isn’t that a bit vain?” you asked.

“Sue me…” Steve chuckled, lowering his head to watch you carefully.

You conceded, leaning your elbows against the edge of the pool to hold yourself up. “I like your hair, wet or dry…I like your eyes and your smile…and…” you paused, humming slightly to mull over whether or not you should you should admit. “I like your arms.” You said simply, almost decidedly.

“My arms?” Steve was bemused. He expected to be flattered, and he was, but he didn’t expect a mention to his arms.

“Yeah, they’re strong and warm, I find them endlessly comforting.” You shrugged, reaching out a hand to caress his wrist gently. Your fingers had pruned, but your touch was warm, it sent tingles up his spine. You lifted his hand off the pool side, swimming under it and across the pool.

Steve turned to watch you go past. “And I like…” he said in a sing-song tone, putting his finger to his chin and cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no, I don’t really need to-” you started, holding up your hands defensibly.

“I like your laugh,” Steve said, cutting you off. “And your hands, even though they’re always covered in grey smudges, because you can make beautiful things with them. And I like eyes. You have nice eyes.”

You felt yourself colour. You didn’t know how to handle compliments, you didn’t get them often enough to be used to them. “Thank you…” you murmured. Steve once again trapped you. He felt warm against your skin, dizzying delicious. You wanted to stay there forever, but your mind screamed at you to run. His mouth hovered over yours, inching closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You wanted so badly to kiss him.

Instead, you pressed a hand to his bare chest, pushing him back. “Steve, wait,” you began.

Steve’s heart dropped “I thought…”

“I know, but I can’t, I haven’t told you yet…” your heart was breaking in your chest. You didn’t think this would be as difficult as this. You hadn’t expected everything to be so perfect.

“Told me what?” Steve narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what you were about to say, but he didn’t like it. He’d already dealt with Nancy sneaking around with Jonathan Byers behind his back; he didn’t want to be made a fool again.

“I’m…leaving.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving Hawkins.” You sighed, pushing yourself onto the edge of the pool, letting the cold bitter night air sting your skin. “I’m meeting my mother in Paris. I’ve applied to the city’s school of the arts.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t imagined you going anywhere. You pressed on to fill the gap. “I don’t really know when I’ll be back here, it’ll all depend on if I get into the school and so I don’t want to lead you on or start something here when I’m leaving so soon.” You explained awkwardly.

“When are you leaving?” Steve managed to ask, swallowing hard.

“Right after graduation,” you said. Steve groaned loudly, an anguished cry. “I wanted to leave the first week of June but a part of the application process is working for a month in this sort of salon. It’s not like teaching its showing what you can do in real time. I have to leave right after exams and graduation to get there in time.”

The sound of a car speeding past drew in both your attention. You both became hyperaware that you were trespassing on city property. “We should go.” Steve said coldly, heaving himself out of the pool. You grabbed your dress off the pavement. Steve followed suit with his own dress clothes, pulling his dress shirt over his wet skin. You both hopped the fence again, walking in silence to his car. You felt distressingly naked compared to Steve, who was pulling back on his pants. Instead of going to the driver’s side to unlock the car, he popped the trunk and pulled out an oil marked Hawkins High sweatshirt from under the bat. He tossed it at your head and shut the trunk.

“Thank you…” you muttered, placing your dress on the roof of his car and pulled on the sweatshirt greedily. You drank in the warmth of the material, blocking out the cold air on your arms and chest. Steve unlocked his door and reached inside to pop the lock on your side. You pulled open your door and grabbed your dress, tossing it onto the floor of the car. You stepped in, shutting out the night as Steve started up the car.

You drove in silence for awhile. Then, Steve spoke “So, how long have you known?” he asked.

“A couple weeks, around the same time you asked me to prom.” You replied. Steve nodded, turning his attention back to the road. You could’ve cut the tension with a butter knife. “Do you hate me?” you asked.

Steve sighed “No, I don’t think I could hate you. But I wish you told me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to ruin prom…” you turned your attention to the window “And I didn’t think you liked me back…”

“So you’re just gone after this?” Steve asked, turning down your shared street. You silently wished he’d acknowledged your feelings. That’s he’d even look at you. You his gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead and his mouth pulled into a tight, thin line.

“I might be,” you turned to look at Steve fully “If I get in, then I’ll have the option to go for their four year program. But if I don’t get in, I’ll be back by early July.”

“And if you get in?” Steve turned into his own driveway, turning off the engine but not moving.

“Then I’d come home for Christmas...” that wasn’t a certain thing, your mother didn’t come home for the holiday and with assignments you weren’t certain you’d be back either, but setting a time frame for your homecoming made the whole thing feel more certain.

Steve nodded again. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, not really looking at you, more the skyline behind your head. He was upset to say the least. Not necessarily at you, he understood why you hadn’t told him, but a bit of resentment harboured in the pit of his stomach. You were about to get out of this shit hole, to go on an adventure of your own. And he hadn’t even gotten into college. He was stuck here. He hated the universe for fucking with him, for showing him a new start and then taking it away.

“Steve,” you reached for the door. You needed to both be there with him and hidden away in your room. “Ask me to stay and I will.”

Steve turned to look at you. He saw the fear in your eyes, how pale you’d gone. You looked terrified and he was certain that it wasn’t of him. “Ask me and I will.” You repeated, nodding your head slightly.

Steve wanted desperately to say yes. To have you stay with him for the summer. But he knew it wouldn’t be fair. “No,” he breathed “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can, I’m telling you that you can.” You sounded desperate. You felt desperate. Every part of you was begging to stay exactly where you were. For the first time in your life, things were starting to turn up for you. Before now, you could’ve left everything behind easily. Now everything was more complicated. You were scared of the future, of what lay ahead in France. Steve was a way out, an escape from the change already set into motion. Your mother would understand she’d given up on so many things for men; her modelling career for your father, a second chance on it for an ex-fiancé, photo shoots and interviewers with designers for various flings. You giving up a chance at art school for Steve felt okay.

“No, no you have to go. You’re too good to not try this.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb before turning away from you. Your heart broke, your hopes shattered on the floor at your feet. You bundled up your things from the floor and pushed the door open. Blue tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t be around him now.

[unknownblanked]

Shameless self promotion

Main character: OC

Pairings: OC x Reborn

My fic:

*Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn*

*Rating M*

Summary: I have never wanted anything other than to be a boss. Sorry dear brother of mine, but I will become a better boss than you would ever become. Warning: M for a reason, not for innocent souls. 2 days updates

Kinda BL since MC who used to be a girl became a guy after transmigration. But idk what to even say at this point

Genre: fantasy/adventure/romance

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13908034/1/

First chapter preview:

Chapter 1

"Eff you! Eff me! Eff the world!" She shrieked with her lungs, hand pointed at the sky.

"I wanna hold guns and look cool in suits! I wanna be pardoned by university to become a boss! I wanna have a gang while playing background music!"

"IF I EVER REINCARNATE TO KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN, I'LL BECOME VONGOLA DECIMOOOOOOOO!"

Darkness enveloped her as she sunk deeper into the abyss, not knowing what was going on after that flash that blinded her eyes. Could it be isekai truck-kun? She scoffed at her own words, not believing a single thing that came out of her own thoughts. She felt a shuffle, then a thump as her whole world lifted in the air. Suddenly, a baby's cry chortled beside her, screaming.

What was going on? Was she being carried into some kind of ambulance? A hospital? Did she give birth-What? But she was still 19 years old and never touched a man's hand! The baby's cry grew louder, almost piercing her in the ears.

Was it even possible for her to remain conscious even though she couldn't open her eyes? She tried lifting her eyelids, but it remained glued shut, as if this impenetrable force was clamping down her eyes, telling her not to look.

A waft of air blew on her chest.

"[Papa! Look at them! Twins!]"

A woman's voice rang out loudly, but her tone was soft and melodic as the sounds of humans floated into her ears.

'...Japanese?'

"[Ah, but one isn't crying.]"

A man's voice rang out this time in front of her as she tried deciphering the words with all her experiences of watching anime for over 10 years. Crying? Did the man just say that 'one isn't crying?' Was he pointing to someone in the room?

She felt her whole world tip over before trying to flail, confusion ringing inside her mind before-

Slap!

"Waaaaaaaaah!"

'What the eff, bro?!'

She felt so sensitive-so...naked!

'Call my lawyer! I will sue you till you don't even have the freedom of speech! Lawyer! Lawyer!'

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalw!" She yelped her syllables that couldn't pop out of her mouth and tried again.

"Wawawawa-"

Something was weird. Very weird.

"[I think we've got ourselves a little weirdo from the get-go!]"

Her butt stung as she tried blinking her eyes, gasping twice and shaking her head to wake her up from this bad dream. Her vision stung the moment she did, lights blinding her as she screamed again, trying to bat away the light with her flimsy small fists. Through her blurry vision, she saw a man grinning from ear to ear before throwing her over his shoulder and patting her on the back. She humped, dry launching from the action as the woman's soft laughter rang from behind as her own eyes closed shut again.

What did she see? She didn't see clearly, but the world was so...colorful.

"[I think I have a name for this little weirdo already!]"

Name? What name? What the hell were these two strangers talking about? And why in the hell was she able to understand Japanese so clearly? And they messed up her pronouns-and-

She tried hard, fighting her clamped eyes, 'Almost there!'

"Sawada Isago! Golden dust for my career!"

Isago slammed his eyes open, blinking rapidly at the man who was now throwing his small body into the air, his golden-amber eyes completely dazzling Isago.

"Waah da dak."

His first words were swear words in English.

She stared absentmindedly out the front porch. No, he stared absentmindedly out the front porch this fine morning. The sky was bright blue while Isago glanced at the buzzing street of Namimori, a small town located at the edges of Japan. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a small bird land on one of the tree branches before someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Isa..go! Let's play!" Tsuna smiled sweetly at his younger brother, holding up his teddy in one hand. They were at the young age of four, Tsuna being born just minutes earlier than Isago. They seemed like twins, but one preferred a shorter hairstyle than the other, and their hair was in different colours.

"Hm...sure! What do you want to play?" Isago answered like how a four-year-old should and pushed himself onto his feet. Tsuna squeezed his teddy, pondering a bit before tilting his head to the side.

Tsuna was exactly the same in the anime, with spiky brown hair and brown eyes that shone brightly in the sun, his soft features held more of some baby fat than what was portrayed in the graphics, but still, Tsuna resembled Vongola Primo.

'Definitely a descendant of the Vongola family,' Isago quirked his lips as Tsuna explained his game of hide and seek, except the purpose was to hide and find teddy.

"Sure!" Isago chirped, holding his hand out for the teddy. "I'll go first then, since you never do, Tsuna."

Tsuna beamed brightly at his younger brother, giving his teddy over before Isago pointed to a wall in the corner of the room and Tsuna plodded over, covering his eyes as he started to count down from 100. Isago smiled slightly, tip-toeing to the washroom and turning on the lights to hide the teddy behind the rows and rows of shampoo bottles in one of the cupboards.

Isago frowned a bit when he realized that he couldn't reach the board, placed the teddy on the table and walked to the toilet that was beside the sink. He stepped onto the toilet, using it as his stepping stone and slammed his small hands onto the table, heaving himself upwards. Snatching the teddy from the original spot, Isago opened the cupboard and organized the bottles as a coverup, arranging the bottles so that not even the ears of the brown toy were visible from an adult's point of view.

Isago stepped down the table, plopping quietly onto his feet before listening to the countdown from Tsuna's mouth at the number 40. Isago smiled carefully, closing the lights as his gold eyes flashed through the mirror once, and Isago made his way to Tsuna's bedroom. Mom was cooking in the kitchen and humming about dad's arrival today.

Isago had retained his father's golden eyes, and yet had a shade of mocha as his hair color. Neither dad nor mom had the hair color, but Nana assumed that it was because her predecessor's hair color was close to black in the past. In contrast to Tsuna's spiky hair, Isago had flatter hair and was long, to the point that it was possible to tie it into a semi-ponytail. He had bangs covering the front in a slanted way, almost completely contrasting to Tsuna's cute and fluffy hair. Well, not that it mattered to Isago.

What was concerning to Isago, was that he was born as a boy.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Isago heard Tsuna call from the bottom of the stairs before his small footsteps plattered onto the wood. Isago stared momentarily at the door before purposefully closing it and plopping down on Tsuna's bed. The bedsheets ruffled, crinkling a bit and Isago stared at his own crotch.

What the heck, this was so weird to have. It was so tiring to constantly have a thing dangling in between his legs. Even though it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, this new addition was a very mind-blowing...experience. Manspreading was also a new thing.

"Isago…?" Tsuna's face peeped into his own room and giggled before skipping over to his brother. "You must have placed teddy here!"

"I don't know," Isago replied with a small smirk. "Why don't you try and find it?"

"Teddy! Teddy!" Tsuna called cutely as if the bear was able to reply back to him.

"Tsuna, if you can find it then I'll ask mom to make your favourite Salisbury steak that she only makes when dad comes home!" Isago called as Tsuna's eyes fired up intensely.

"Steak! Steak! Steak!" Tsuna batted his fists on his crouched knees and started to chant it like some kind of song. Joy could be seen all over his face as he rustled his piles of stuff in the closet, then turned over to his desk and started rummaging in the drawers.

"Steak, steak, steaky, steak-"

Isago smiled secretly, knowing that Tsuna had no knowledge of dad coming home today. Honestly, Isago didn't know what to describe his dad. A good dad? No, he left his wife basically widowed from the moment they were born. A bad dad? You couldn't say that either.

Then again, mama never worked, so it was plausible to think that the house was bought and supplied with money from dad every year. Not to mention that the house was quite large for a family of three. Dad was probably also preparing the house to be the main hideout for the future Vongola.

"Iemitsu Sawada, huh?" Isago murmured his dad's name under his lips.

There was a reason why his dad stationed his family near the unknown town of Namimori. It was probably in order to protect them from the mafia. So in the end, was he a good dad? Isago watched Tsuna's fluffy hair swish in the lights as the sound of tires echoed into the neighborhood.

Isago lifted his eyebrows at the sound, turning his head to Tsuna's open window to see a short black car parked a few meters away from the Sawada residence. Isago stood up slowly, walking towards the window and hopped onto a small step box and leaned on the wall, crossing his arms together as he peered outside.

"Tsuna, let's rank this game harder. You have exactly 100 seconds like the countdown to find your teddy, or else the promise is off," Isago turned to Tsuna who's eyes widened like saucers, gasping before throwing his hands into the depths of his drawers.

"That's not fair, Isago!" The boy whimpered as Isago started to count the numbers from 100, forcing the small boy to sweat. Inside, Isago spotted a blond head popping out of the driver's seat.

The man was wearing orange overalls that were only pulled onto his waist. His dirty sweatshirt was worn in a fashion that showed his armpit hair clearly even from far away. The sight was disgusting.

"Men," Isago made a face, recognizing that it was his father. "66...67...68...69…"

"Isago! Slow down!" Tsuna wailed and rummaged through his toy box, tears streaming down his face at the decreasing numbers. Iemitsu pulled a construction hat out of the front side, then walked to the passenger's seat, opening the door to reveal another man wearing a blue vacation shirt with pink flowers on it.

The man stepped out of the car, smiling widely at his assistant who passed him a straw hat. As if the man noticed, his eyes flashed to the window, meeting the gaze of Isago. There was curiosity and wonder that passed through the male's eyes, but then greeted the child by lifting his hat and giving a salute which Isago returned with a polite nod.

'Vongola ninth,' Isago addressed the man quickly, curling his lips at the status before turning back to Tsuna, the numbers ending with the last count of zero.

"Isaaaagoo!" Tsuna sobbed into his long-sleeved sweater, sniffing as the sleeve soaked up his snot. "I couldn't find it-I'm sorry!"

Isago's eyes softened at the small boy, hopping down from the stepping box before crouching next to Tsuna who was on his knees.

"Tsuna, Tsuna, why are you sorry?" Isago patted Tsuna on the shoulders. Tsuna threw his arm down, staring at Isago who had a soft smile on his face.

"Be-because Isago's favorite...also steak…" the young boy blew his wet cheeks and Isago chuckled, pulling his brother into a large hug. That was not exactly true, Isago's favourite was sweet parfaits rather than savory main course meals, but Nana had never brought the two to a sweets cafe so Isago had made up his preferences to match Tsuna's.

"How about this, I'll magically transform the steak onto the table if you promise me one thing," Isago patted Tsuna who blew into his shoulder. Momentarily, Isago made a face of disgust, but once thinking that they were from the same blood, a smile was forcefully plastered onto his soft features.

Tsuna also realized his own misdoings, instantly freezing before wiping his own sleeve on Isago's shoulder, trying to correct the snot, only to make it smear even wider on the hoodie.

"I'll have to change my clothes," Isago sighed before pushing Tsuna away and walking to his own room. Tsuna followed like an abandoned puppy. His two fingers fiddled as he watched Isago pull his T-shirt off, and grabbed a random sweater before pulling it over his head.

"Mm sorry Isago…" Tsuna trailed off, staring guilty on the ground as Isago's head emerged out. "I will promise anything that you want! Forever!"

'What a dangerous promise, Tsuna,' Isago's eyes glimmered before turning towards his brother. The shadows in his room casted upon Isago's face as his grin widened almost too maliciously.

"Then promise me Tsuna, no matter what the circumstance you must not harm me. If you do, then our relationship as brothers are over." Isago's hair fell over his eyes as he brushed it back, getting a clear look at the boy's small face.

"Harm?" Tsuna tilted his head curiously at the word, repeating to make sure he pronounced it correctly. "What's that?"

"It means that I will be gone from your life forever, Tsuna," Isago's voice deepen with glee at the horror that flashed through the boy's face. Tsuna's hands instantly clutched the sides of his shorts, shaking his head furiously.

"I will never harm you! I will never! Never!"

"Good," Isago walked closer to his dear brother, jerking his thumb under Tsuna's teary eyes. The young boy looked fragile and broken at Isago's words, almost as if he couldn't imagine living without Isago.

"Because I love you so much that it may serve as a double-edged sword to both of us," Isago gave little Tsuna a small peck on his cheeks, smirking at Tsuna's pouting face as his fingers clutched the edges of Isago's sweater.

"I wove you too," Tsuna buried his face into his brother's sweater, murmuring the phrase until the front door was pushed open and mama's clear voice rang through the house, calling the two boys down.

It was true, Tsuna was a precious little brother to Isago, even if Tsuna was legally the older one. But that didn't matter in front of power. If Tsuna stood in the way of succession, then Isago would cut off Tsuna's arms and legs to prevent Tsuna from overtaking the throne. That was how cold-hearted Isago was.

But then again, was Isago able to do it?

That's why Isago would give Tsuna the choice. He would not harm Tsuna until his own brother decided that Isago was a threat to the family and his life. He would let Tsuna break their relationship, and make him wallow in despair. As long as Tsuna loved him, Isago would let him go. But if Tsuna disobeyed, then everything will be over.

"Come on, brother," Isago gestured towards the door, stepping forward with Tsuna holding him. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iemitsu was grinning at both boys, arms extended.

"Weirdo Isago! TsunaTsuna! Papa is back home!"

The two boys huddled over to their papa, Tsuna waddling towards him while Isago was pulled into a large embrace, dad's hand ruffling in his hair as Isago grinned at the man. The smell of sweat and tobacco filled Isago's nostrils, instantly making him suppress a sour face at his own father. Mama giggled at the family reunion while Isago's eyes trailed to her, gesturing for a group hug.

"Oh, dear!" Mama threw herself into the group hug and Iemitsu kissed her sloppily on the cheeks, rubbing her face with fondness. It was then Tsuna noticed a stranger behind dad, smiling sweetly at the family after Tsuna opened his mouth with quivering fear.

"Oh, Tsuna! Don't worry, this is Timoteo-" Dad looked over at the grandfather figure, releasing all of us as he gestured politely at the man. "-My boss."

"Welcome!" Nana grinned, lowering her body into a 90-degree bow. "Thank you for taking care of my husband all this time!"

Isago glanced towards his mom, then followed, repeating the same words of thanks. Tsuna only stood there, confused and not knowing what to do and hid behind his mother, clutching her apron.

"Tsuna!" Mom bickered with a sigh but smiled soon afterwards. She patted me on the head as a 'good job' before apologizing for her son's imprudence.

"That isn't a problem," Timoteo said, softening his eyes at us before crouching down to our eye level. "I have to thank you for having such a wonderful father that I can trust."

'Of course, you're literally naming his son as successor,' Isago thought bitterly before pulling Tsuna out from behind mom. 'So who is it going to be? Tsuna, or me?'

Vongola ninth had to choose between the two of them because they were the only ones that would be left in the Vongola bloodline. If what Isago remembered was correct, there was more than one successor to the Vongola line, but they all died, which left Tsuna being the only one that could inherit the family.

Tsuna's hand started to quake before Isago squeezed it reassuringly, giving him a small nudge. Tsuna was still hesitating so Isago started first.

"I'm Isago, this is Tsuna, my older brother!" He deliberately said, lowering his head as Tsuna, this time, followed his younger brother's lead.

"Oh, he's the older one, huh?" Timoteo turned his gentle gaze towards the older brother and nodded. Isago pleaded that they were going to leave the throne of successor to the worthy, not the older. Isago was going to prove himself worthy, prove himself, to be a better leader than his brother.

Tsuna was not suited as a leader, maybe in the long run of taking care of his family members, yes, but Isago was more of a leader in the expanding and influential way.

'Give the role of successor to me, and I will hold Vongola to its glory. I will make Vongola the strongest in history, and it will flourish more than the past ten generations combined.'

Isago wanted the Vongola position. He wanted it desperately.

As if Timoteo could hear Isago's thoughts, the grandfather's eyes turned to the younger sibling, staring at him hard. Isago didn't move his eyes, only stared back and tried to convey the message through his gaze.

'Give it to me, I want it. I need it.'

Timoteo's gaze deepened, opening his mouth to say something as conflict passed through his face, then clamped his mouth shut. Iemitsu, sensing that something was sort of amidst, invited his boss into the house, telling the group that he was famished. Nana gasped, pardoning her forgetfulness before guiding the guest to the table.

Isago let go of the breath he held inside, looking towards Tsuna who was staring at the grandfather.

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Christening the House | Connor Brashier

A/n: this was supposed to be longer, but I knew if I kept going I would never post it, so it’s this. And yes, part of the beginning is from my fic “Moving In.” This is the same “universe” if you will. Also, yeah I’m sorry if this absolutely sucks!

Summary: Connor wants to break in the new house.

Warnings: awful smut writing, fingering, oral, slight choking, protected and unprotected sex (be safe, my dudes) and there might be more but idk honestly

Word count: 1.7k

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It only makes sense that the first room we finished was our bedroom. I mean, unless we planned on sleeping in the living room for the next few weeks while we try and figure out this whole place and what we were going to do with all the space. The house was definitely bigger than we needed, but if one day we were to add to the family, it made sense to have a larger house. I think it was a subconscious thought for both us – buying a home that would be our forever home, the one we would raise our kids in, grow old in.

“I think that’s the last of it, sweetheart.” Connor says, placing his freshly fluffed pillow on his side of the bed.

I flatten out the rug at the foot of the bed and smile fondly at the room. “It looks good, don’t you think?” I ask, glancing around the room.

“Mhmm…” he hums, his arms wrapping around my waist. “But you look better.”

“Oh yes,” I mutter. “I’m sure my matted hair and sweat are a huge turn on for you, huh?”

“Well that’s how I leave you every night, isn’t it?” He muses, running soft kisses down the side of my neck, to my shoulder, where his teeth sink into my skin.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat and he takes that as encouragement, moving the straps of my tank top to give himself more access. “Con,” I say, turning in his arms, my hand flying to his hair. “We have to … work on… the bathroom,” I mumble against his lips.

“Later,” he growls. “Wanna love on you for a little bit.”

“But-“

“Baby, I’m doing some of my best work here, you can’t just talk through it.”

“Best work, huh? I think you’ve done better.”

“Oh, I have? Well I guess we’re just gonna have to make this my best work then.”

“I’d love to see you try, bub.”

“Don’t challenge me, baby girl,” his hands sneak up my shirt, and back down, sending shivers down my spine as they come back down and he pops the button of my jeans.

“oh, an eager boy, are we?” I tease.

His hand easily slips down my pants and I gasp. He smirks, “And I’m eager?” his lips graze my ear as he rubs me through my panties, causing my eyes to flutter shut and a soft moan to escape my lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” I roll my eyes and pull him back to my lips. “Just keep your promise, okay?”

“I am a man of my word.” Before I know it, he has me on my back, completely naked, on our freshly made bed. But I’m enjoying his lips on my shin too much to worry about that right now. “Okay,” he says, pulling back from my heat, where I so desperately need him. “I know I’m kinda busy here, but this run is really comfortable.”

I laugh, covering my face, “Glad to heat it, now could you?”

“Right, sorry,” he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his head between them once again. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips when his tongue flicks over my already sensitive nub, and then I feel the soft push of one of his fingers at my entrance and my back arches. He’s quick to push me back on the bed, though, his tongue picking up its pace, working so nicely that I almost can’t tell that his fingers have left me. He’s sucking and slurping while I fill the room with more lengthy moans and heavy breaths. The sounds coming from us are boarder line pornographic, but neither of us seem to care. “Hmm… so wet for me,” he utters, kissing down my folds.

“Jesus, Connor. More.” I beg.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His lips leave a wet trail down the inside of my thigh and I can’t help but whimper when his teeth sink into the sensitive skin. He kisses his way back up and I squirm at the feeling of his lips on my clit once again.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Use your words, y/n. What do you want?”

This is torture. Absolute torture. But he needs to hear me or he won’t continue. “Fingers, Connor. Please. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he smirks against me as one finger slips inside, soon followed by another. The stretch is perfect. So perfect. And he knows too, if not from how many times he has done this, then from my moans and whines and whimpers that are filling the room. Some loud, some broken from where my breath hitches. He knows just how to work me to the edge. And he does it. Just as I can feel my high building from just his fingers and tongue, he pulls away, leaving me heaving and whining for him to come back.

“Bubba. Please,” I cry, not at all caring about just how desperate I sound.

“Shh… I know, baby girl. I know. But I wanna feel you around me. Can’t have you getting off from just my fingers the first time in our new room.” He gets off his knees and shuffles quickly to his nightstand, taking a condom out of the top drawer. “Safety first,” he chuckles, sliding his pants and boxers down the length of his legs. I hum, watching him. I need him. I’m desperate for him. And the ache between my legs is making sure I know just how desperate I am.

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Later, after we’ve rested a bit from our activities, we find ourselves in our bathroom, putting on some final touches. Connor’s hanging up a picture he took of the ocean when we were on our honeymoon, and I’m putting our extra towels on the shelf next to the shower.

“Does it look straight?” he asks me, turning his head from side to side, closing one eye and then the other.

I lift myself onto the counter stare at the photo for a second. “It looks good to me.”

He turns back to face me and smirks. “You look good to me.”

I shake my head, “Oh no. No, sir. We just had sex.”

“And?”

“And what are you planning on doing? Having sex with me in every room of the house?”

He shrugs. “I mean… yeah. That was kind of the plan.”

“I – Connor David!”

“What? I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s kinda like we’re christening the house. Or, you know, we’re just making sure the furniture and everything is uh… sturdy, yeah. I mean, if it can take me pounding into you, I think we got something pretty good, don’t you?”

I can’t help but laugh. “You are something else, my dear,” I say, but I can’t say that the thought of having sex in every room is kinda hot. Especially the kitchen. On the counter. I bite my lip at the thought.

“So… what do you think?”

I nod, “Okay. But if we’re doing it in here, can we at least do it in the shower?”

He smirks and closes the distance between us. “Absolutely,” he kisses my lips gently. “The acoustics are better in there anyway. Can hear your melodic moans much better in there.”

I slap his chest, “I hate you,” I say with an eye roll.

“I adore you, too.”

He’s not wrong about the acoustics, although hearing my moans and whimpers amplified makes me a little self-conscious. But Connor is having none of that.

“Why so quiet, love?” He asks with another harsh thrust into me. I muffle my groan into his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses – in deep contrast to what’s currently happening – to his wet skin. “Want to hear you,” he groans, nipping at the soft spot behind my ear. “Gonna let me hear you?” His hand roams up my body, and he tugs on my nipple. I can’t hide that moan and he knew that when he did it. “There is it. That’s my good girl.”

Oh god, I’m a whimpering mess now.

“You take me so well, don’t you?” he coos, brushing my wet hair out of my face before bringing his hand back down, where it latches to my throat and we squeezes gently. “I love having you like this, pretty girl. Gasping for me. Whining me for me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going? You want to cum for me?”

I nod desperately, “Please Connor. Plea –” my breath catches in my throat with a particularly hard thrust.

“Say my name again,” he groans, and I swear it’s my favorite sound in the world. Just like he likes watching me come undone for him, I love watching the same thing. I love the shape his mouth makes when he’s moaning. And the way his eyes shut so tight when he’s reaching his high. I like watching – trying to watch, would be more accurate – his concentrated thrusts with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

I whine, gripping his hair tighter.

“Say it again,” he growls, the hand around my neck gripping tighter and I didn’t think it was even possible for me to get any wetter, I mean we’re fucking in a shower.

“Connor,” I gasp just as I feel myself getting closer, the coil in my stomach threatening to uncurl.

“Cum with me, baby,” he begs and if his sloppy thrusts are any indication at all, he’s close too.

“Fuck,” I almost scream. “Connor, I’m gonna – fuck, Con. Connor,” I sob as I reach my high, and he follows close behind me.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against my skin, pressing wet kisses to my collar bone as he slowly sets me back on the ground. He doesn’t let go of me though, thankfully, because I can feel my legs buckling beneath me. We stay like this for a few minutes, the water splashing us and we heave in breaths. “We should clean up,” he says finally, running his hand gently over my hair.

I nod, my eyes closed while I rest my head against his warm chest. “Okay.”

“Here, turn for me. I’ll wash your hair,” he presses his lips to my temple.

“Just,” I take in a deep breath, “give me another second, okay? Still can’t trust my legs.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, love.”

I shake my head, “Don’t be.”

“I’ll rub your sore muscles when we get into bed, yeah? That sound okay?”

I hum, “Sounds perfect.”

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Loved (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Warnings: smut, alcohol abuse!!!, angst, fluff

Word Count: idk long lol

AU: hi this is my first kylo ren imagine that i actually posted, i hope you enjoy :)

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You never knew when to stop. Or how to stop. Whether it be drinking, dragging random men home, crying endlessly, or not being able to get out of bed for weeks.

But when you met him, everything changed. For the first time in a long time you finally felt safe, secure. It felt too good to be true, and it someways it was.

You met Kylo Ren while stumbling home, broken and battered. You refused to tell him what had happened, cowered when he got near you. Afraid he would make his troops take you away for not having an identification. Yet, he didn’t, the Supreme Leader himself took pity on you. And you never understood why.

“Please,” He spoke softly. “Let my men take a look at your wounds, these look like they hurt.” He reaches for your hand.

“Why should I trust you?” You hissed, recoiling at his touch, your back pressed against the wall. “Why would you take a wretch like me in, you don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t know me.” His voice was hushed, garbled by his mask. “My generals and I are working on joining this planet to the First Order, and I come down here in often. I’ve seen you, but you haven’t seen me.”

Kylo’s mask hissed as he peeled it away from his face, revealing his shaggy black hair and his puppy dog brown eyes. A long scar ran down the side of his face and disappeared past the collar of his robes.

You recognized him. He came to the same bar you’ve been frequenting at the time. The bar keep said he rolled into town a few weeks ago and no one knew who he was. All he did was sit in the corner, drink, and mind his own business. He talked to no one and no one talked to him, until tonight.

“Please,” He repeated himself. His voice was deep like a bass drum. “Let my men at least look you over.”

You finally agreed with some reluctance. He sighed with relief and you could have sworn you saw the corners of his mouth tug up into a smile. With a swift motion, he discarded his rob and wrapped it around you, and swept you off your feet.

For the next few months, Kylo would come to visit you. It started with coming up to you at the bar and making small conversation here and there. Then, you invited him home. There was just something about him that you couldn’t shake, something that the other men seemed to lack. The entire time he was here, no one figured out that he was the Supreme Leader. It was your dirty little secret, he was your dirty little secret.

“Oh Kylo, stop, don’t lie to me.” You giggled swatting his shoulder. It was raining so you two had decided to stay in and enjoy the warm fire he had built. You weren’t sure what your relationship was. If he was your boyfriend or if you were just a pit stop for him. But it didn’t feel that way, what you two shared felt real.

“What it’s the truth!” He laughed. “His name is Hux and someone from the Resistance called him Hugs. I had to excuse myself from the bridge because I couldn’t hold my laughter in.” You rolled your eyes at him, smiling. When you looked back up at him, he was staring at you. He had a look written across his face that you couldn’t make out.

“What?” You asked, smirking. He was silent, his look unwavering.

“I love you.” Kylo whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I love you too.” You murmured back, closing the space between you.

Reaching up, you placed your hands on either side of his face, your fingers grabbing his curly hair. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you up onto his lap, up off the ground, and onto your bed.

Laying you gently on your back, Kylo never broke the kiss. Your hands ran through his hair and down his back and up back to his hair again. Slowly, he moved down your face and to your neck, nipping and tugging at it. You let out a breathy moan, tugging on his hair. His kisses got lower and lower, stopping at the collar of your shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He panted, looking into your eyes.

“I want it all, Kylo.”

He removed your shirt quickly and began attacking your left breast with his mouth, his coarse hand tugging and pulling at your other nipple. You squeaked at the sudden movements, relaxing into him. Moaning and groaning, you grinded your pelvis into him. But he pushed your hips down, unlatching his mouth from your breast.

“I’m here to pleasure you, but I will do it on my time.” He chuckled. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss your lips. “We have all night, we can take our time.”

Before you knew it, he was back down on your body, kissing and sucking at your flesh. Your core begged for attention, you could already feel your wetness clinging to your thighs. The lower he got, the hotter you got.

Finally he yanked your pants off, exposing your heat. You gasped as the cool air hit your warm pussy, sending a shiver up your spine. “Beautiful.” Kylo murmured. He leaned down and kissed your thighs painfully slow, doing everything in his power not to touch you. Whining, you bucked your hips up at him. “Needy, are we?” He chuckled. You whined again in response.

Never breaking eye contact with you, his head went down in between your legs, kissing your pussy lightly. You moaned at his touch, wanting and needing more. Painstakingly slow, he sucked at your clit. Throwing your head back into the pillows, you let out a relived sigh. “You’re so wet, is all this for me?” He said against your sex, sending vibrations throughout of body. You nodded eagerly.

Springing into action, Kylo began to lap up your wetness. Grabbing his hair and tugging at him, you let out a high pitched moan, your eyes fluttering shut. His tongue explored every inch outside of you, avoid your pulsing slit. He licked up your asshole, your taint, and your labia. His giant hands grabbing and squeezing your thighs, leaving crescent shaped imprints where has nails had dug into you. This was your first time making love with him, and you never wanted it to end. Kylo suddenly stopped and you groaned in protest, claiming that you were close.

“That’s the point love,” He chuckled. “The best is yet to come.” He quickly sat up in his knees removing his shirt and his pants, palming his thick cock through his underwear. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” Kylo groaned, sucking on his bottom lip. “Now come up here and suck daddy’s cock.”

You sprang up and pulled his underwear off, his hard member slapping him in the stomach. Breathing in his musky scent, you sighed happily. You could see the precum forming around the tip of his dick, and quickly licked it off. You giggled happily as he moaned and twitched as you did this, seeing that you had him wrapped around your little finger. You slowly made your way down to his balls, your lips sucking lightly as you went.

When you were far enough down you licked a long stripe across his right nut and did the same to the other one. Going back up, you kept you tongue flat against his cock and engulfed the tip when you came back to the top. Kylo moaned heavily and pulled at your hair, urging you to go deeper. You finally wrapped your lips all away around his manhood and bobbed your head up and down, locking your eyes with your lover. His chocolate colored eyes were filled with lust that you could have gotten lost in them. You watched as he moaned your name, making your core tingle, your thighs getting wet again.

Suddenly Kylo grabbed you by the back of the head, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. He went in and out, mouth fucking you. You gagged and slobbered all over yourself, tears jerking in the corners of your eyes. As quickly as he started he stopped, breathing heavily.

“Warn me next time.” You smirked, wiping the slobber from your mouth.

“No.” He grinned leaning you back down on the bed. “Are you ready, my love?”

“Yes Kylo.” You whispered grinning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. Effortlessly, Kylo slid into you. For a moment you both just sat there our chests heaving, getting used to how you both felt. Honestly, it was the best thing ever. The way he filled me up perfectly, your walls clenching tightly around his cock. He let out a guttural moan and slid back out.

And slammed back into you. Hard.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, gripping his muscular shoulders. “Gods you feel so good.”

With each thrust it shot an electrical impulse through your head, making you see stars. You never knew sex could make you feel this good, but this was more than just sex. This was making love.

You massaged your breasts as he fucked you, moaning and screaming his name. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his lustful face screwed up in concentration. You could feel every vein in his dick pulsing and throbbing inside your pussy and you were climbing closer and closer to the edge.

Kylo buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking leaving dark purple bruises. His hands roamed your hair as you moved from your breasts to his back, dragging your nails down and drawing blood.

“Baby I’m gonna cum.” You squealed.

“Wait for me, fuck, oh god, where do you want it?” He grunted. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered into his ear.

“Cum in me, Supreme Leader.”

The two of you came at the same time, moaning and screaming each other’s name. With each shot of his hot seed, your pussy spasmed around his cock.

Somehow you managed to come down from that high that made you feel infinite. Kylo slowly pulled out of you, causing a shudder to run through your body. Your legs were still trembling, your pussy still tingling. You had never felt an orgasm like that before and it was amazing. Kylo smiled loving at you and placed a kiss onto your forehead before standing up and grabbed a towel.

He gently dabbed at your pussy, wiping away the cum that was dripping out of you. When he was finished he climbed into bed next to you and pulled you close, tenderly massaging your body.

“I really love you.” He whispered just as you started to fall asleep. “You’re so beautiful.”

You woke up the next morning to the shower running. The spot where Kylo had laid was empty and you smiled, the thoughts from the night before coming back to you. Getting up, your legs still weak. You swayed over to the bathroom and opened the door.

“Care to join?” You heard him ask.

“You think I would have gotten out of bed if I didn’t.” You laughed, stepping into the shower. Kylo began to wash your body and your hair. “I can do this myself, ya know?” You smirked, enjoying it.

“I know. I just like taking care of you.” He replied, kissing you on the temple.

When you two were finished, Kylo made you sit down in the bed as you heard him fumbling around in the kitchen. Soon, he brought you out a platter of food along with his own. He had made your favorite, which made you smiled. When you first met, you had mentioned what your favorite breakfast food was but you never thought that he would ever remember. You both wolfed your food down, and sat in a comfortable silence, your bellies both full and happy. You never felt more content in your life.

A rapid beeping broke your silence, causing you to jump slightly. Your eyes fell onto the pile of Kylos clothing, knowing what it was. He reluctantly got up and answered it.

“Sir we have been trying to contact-” Someone on the other end said.

“You better have a good reason for disturbing me.” Kylo growled. It was honestly kinda scary of how fast he could change moods.

“We need you back on the cruiser it’s impo-”

“Understood.” He hung up and looked over at me, his eyes softening. “Well I guess that’s my call.” He sighed as he pulled his clothes on.

“Do you really have to?”

“You know I have to.” Kylo crossed the room and kissed you. “I love you, I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

And that was the last time I saw Kylo Ren.

Two Year Later

You waited for Kylo night after night. But he never came back. Once the people in the town started talking about how the Order had left, you knew what you had was over. For weeks you had cried and drank, trying to dull the pain. How could he have done this to you? Did he just want to get a quick fuck in and then leave? There were so many questions but so little answers.

The drinking stopped when you figured out that the hangovers were morning sickness. You were pregnant with Kylo Rens child, since you hadn’t had anyone after him. And on that day you swore to yourself that everything you had done wrong in your life would be made up by raising this child.

You gave birth alone, in the confines of your little house. It was a little boy, with a mop of black hair on his head and your brilliant blue eyes. You brought him close to your chest, crying and kissing his soft head. Kylo should have been there with you, but it was too late.

“Oh, Nix.” You cooed, looking down at the bundle in your arms. “Nothing bad will happen to you. I promise.”

The first few months were hard, but you had finally gotten into the swing of things. From a young age, you could tell he was force sensitive. Things just seemed to glow and cling around him, you didn’t really know how to describe it.

A year had passed and Nix was just a little bundle of joy. In a way, he had saved you. No one knew you as the town drunk anymore. You were no longer a bar fly, but a doting mother. People would come up to you on the street and talk to you, telling you how beautiful he was and asking you how you managed all on your own. You really have an answer for them, you were just doing what felt right.

Nix was two now. He could walk all on his own, could babble and talk, as coherently as a two year old could. You had a job at the local market, selling fresh foods. It paid decently, just enough to keep Nix and you afloat. Which was all you needed. While you worked Nix stayed at your neighbors house, who had a little girl about his age. They were best friends.

One day, while you had just picked Nix up, he asked you a question you hadn’t prepared for yet. “Mama, who Papa?” He wondered laying his head down on your shoulder. Tears pricked in your eyes.

“Oh um, he works far away bub.” You replied, calling him by his nickname. “Out in the stars.”

“He good guy?” Nix was always a curious boy.

“Yes. No more questions about your Papa, okay? Mamas tired.” You sighed, unlocking the front door to your house.

“Okay Mama. Can we have pancakes?”

After you had fed Nix dinner and put him to bed, you stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. Would you ever tell your little boy who his father actually was? How he had knocked you up and just left? You knew you had to, it was the right thing to do. But you were scared how he’d react. Nix may have been a happy little boy but he was extremely sensitive. The littlest things would cause him to have complete breakdown, screaming and kicking his arms and legs.

For the next few days, that question floated around inside of your mind, almost incapacitating you. Yet you knew you had to get out of bed, you had to get up and go to work, and you had to get up and take care of Nix. You swore to yourself that you would never pick up another bottle but you were almost tempted. Kylo had completely wrecked you inside. You had truly loved him, you saw a future with him. It may have only been a few months that you knew each other but you had loved him more than anything. You glanced over at the sleeping form of Nix in his crib and smiled. All this pain was worth it, he was worth it.

A sudden hard knock brought you back from your thoughts. It was about 3am, who could that be? Carefully you slid out bed, grabbing the blaster you kept in your night stand. Your skin was crawling with goosebumps. No one ever came to your house unless you invited them over, let alone in the middle of the night. Taking a sharp breath you opened the door and pointed the blaster.

“Is that how you great people when they come to your door?” An all too familiar voice chuckled.

“Kylo?”

“I’ve missed you.” He tried to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him away, disbelief painted on your face. He sighed heavily. “Can I come in?” You let him without thinking, shock taking over your mind.

“What-why-we don’t need you!” You exclaimed.

“Please, let me explain.” Kylo begged offering you to sit down at your own dinning tabled.

“Kylo-” You scoffed.

“I know I just left. But please just listen, please. I’m begging you.” You gave in how you always do with him. You sat across from him, your arms wrapped tightly around your body.

When he was finished, you still didn’t know what to say. “But that’s all over now. And I want you to come with me.” He looked exhausted, the bags underneath his eyes were prominent even in the dark.

“Come with you?”

“Since the day I left I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still love you.”

A sob that you had been holding back escaped you lips and you buried your hands into your face, trying to conceal your cries. You heard the chair scrape against the floor and felt Kylos arms wrap around your frail body. He was kneeling on the ground; his face buried into your side.

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. I know I’ve been gone, I know I should have done something-”

“It’s not that Kylo! It’s the fact that I had your-”

As if on cue Nix came waddling into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Mama? Why you cry Mama?” He yawned.

You were over to him in an instant, scooping him up into your arms.

“Who that mama?” He pointed over to Kylo who was still on the floor, his eyes glossing over. He finally understood what you were trying to say.

You smiled sadly, tucking one of Nix’s curly locks behind his ear. “That’s your Papa, baby.” You sniffed. “From the stars, remember?”

“That my Papa?” He asked joyfully. “Papa I miss you!” Nix wriggled out of your arms and ran to Kylo, throwing his small arms around him.

Slowly, Kylo hugged him back. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked down on his son.

“Hello there.” Kylo murmured. He looked back up at you and then back down at him.

“Nix, it’s time to get back to bed. Mama has to work in the morning.”

“But-” He started to whine but you cut him off by shaking your head.

“Let’s go. Now.” You picked him up and carried him back into his crib. “Sleep now little one.” You laid him back down, kissing the top of his forehead.

“Will Papa watch me tomorrow? Please Mama.” He begged.

“We’ll see.” You replied shutting the door to your room.

When you came back out, Kylo was sitting back up on the chair, trying to wipe the tears away from his eyes. No one spoke, you weren’t sure what to say.

“Nix? That’s his name?”

“Yes. It’s after one of the moons here. My-”

“Your favorite one.” He cut you off.

“It was bright the night I gave birth. I just thought it was fitting.”

“I want you two to come with me.” He pleaded. “You can come live on my home planet, I’m on leave for a few months and we can reconnect, I can get to know him I can-” He stood up and began pacing across the floor. “I need you. More than ever now.”

“Kylo I’m not the same woman you met all those years ago. I’ve changed, for him.” You gestured back to your door.

“That doesn’t change how I feel about you.” He whispered. “I’ve felt the way you changed and I still love you.” He crossed the floor to where you were standing. “And I still think you’re beautiful, more than ever.” Kylo cupped your cheeks and pressed a long, loving, hungry kiss onto your lips. You gave into him, remember how it felt to be held by him.

“I want to be his father, and if you’ll have me, your husband.”