#AND the way they got his face So Right?? LIKE!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO START DRAWING HIM BC HIS FACE IS DIFFERENT IN EVERY ISSUE AND

[caffeinewitchcraft]

The Mayor's Daughter and the Outlaw

Summary: After ten years, you've finally got your shot at your revenge. You've found the Hero. You have him in your sights.

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Pull the trigger.

You’ve worked too hard not to pull the trigger. The sweat, blood and tears you’ve shed have been the least you’ve given to be here. The air is crisp and clean nearly a hundred feet up in a pine tree overlooking a remote forest. You’re probably the only person in the world capable of spotting the brown, camouflaged building spanning the length of the small river running through the valley. There’s a hologram of the river it’s covering playing over the building’s walls. Hell, there are even birds flicking occasionally across the illusion, not often enough to draw attention, but just often enough their movement sends your eyes darting to other trees, trying to find where they went.

You breathe in the scent of sun-heated sap so slowly that it takes a solid minute for your lungs to expand. Your pupils flex and adjust whenever the wind rocks your tree. The window you’ve been staring at for the past hour remains in your focus.

The Sun, hair just as fake-gold as it was ten years ago, sleeps on. He’s definitely older now that you can see him in real life instead of on magazine covers or under studio lights. The skin of his neck is loose and folded under the weight of his chin drooping towards his chest. His eyes flicker under his eyelids. The bastard still has the audacity to dream. His arms are crossed over the sun motif emblazoned across his breastplate, his dust-covered boots kicked up on his desk so you can see how worn the soles are. Judging by the way his lips tremble, he’s snoring.

Pull the trigger.

You exhale. This is when you should do it. When your shoulders drop and the wind dies so that, for a moment, the world stands still. There are no whispers across the canopy. Every bough is frozen. The reflection of the sun in the river is overcome by a well-timed cloud and the Sun’s head tilts back to expose the long line of his throat.

The trigger presses back against your finger like an eager puppy. There’s nothing special about the bullets, nothing special about this gun. It’s not the right weapon for what you’re asking it to do, but you’ve had longer and harder shots. You know that you’ll shoot true and the confidence steadies your hand even more. You smoothly pull--

If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back.

Your pupils dilate at the memory. For a moment you don’t see the Sun; you see her with her face burned as red as her prom dress. You try to dispel the image, try to remember that she didn’t die in her prom dress, but it’s too late.

I want you to live, Elian.

You’re suddenly aware of how your lungs ache and your legs burn from the way they’re wrapped around the tree and the bark is digging into your cheek and your fingers are like ice on the trigger. You’re out in the middle of nowhere. This is the Sun’s private residence. The security must be insane even if there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. What’s your exit strategy again? Your thoughts scatter as her voice rings through your head again.

More than anything, I want you to live.

-------Ten years ago----

You’re what the heroes tactfully call a nuisance. A juvenile delinquent with powers, aka a kid that the police aren’t equipped to handle and the local Hero chapter is too overqualified and too understaffed to address often.

 Your moral compass has never had a true north and it only gets worse the more your powers develop. Soon you aren’t just stealing your mom’s car – you’re stealing the neighbor’s and then the neighbor’s neighbor’s and then the neighbor’s neighbor’s neighbor’s until you’re breaking into houses at the top of the hill and joyriding in a car worth more than your entire neighborhood together.

You find out pretty quickly that the heroes care a lot more when money is involved.

You spend your first night in jail after getting chased for three hours in a neon green lambo by the four heroes packed like sardines in a standard issue SUV. It’s laughably easy to out-drive them, choking around corners and careening down alleys that you scouted in the afternoon. Honestly, it would have been easy to get away, but your mom called just as the tank hit empty, asking when you were coming home.  You decided to give the heroes a break before they decided to play too rough with a minor.

Mom isn’t thrilled when you tell her you won’t be home in time for school tomorrow.

You kind of expect to be sent to prison the next day when you find out just whose car you stole. The Mayor’s daughter’s car, bought new for her seventeenth birthday a month ago. There are two open secrets about the mayor. One, he’s probably one of the heroes that protect the city judging from how much he praises them every time there’s a mic nearby. Two, he loves his daughter more than anything else.

So when you’re released the next day with a slap on the wrist? Yeah, you’re surprised.

When you’re released the next day to find the golden-haired, blue-eyed Mayor’s daughter waiting outside? Having just bailed you out?

You feel fear for the first time.

“You could have at least crashed it,” she says when she notices you gaping at her from the end of the parking lot. She’s leaning against the hood of a black SUV that looks a lot like the one the heroes chased you in last night. She waves a hand in the air. “Dad says the dents you put in the side will be out by tomorrow.”

Fear, apparently, makes you snarky. “What, you wanted to spend another week getting chauffeured by a hero?”

Her brows jerk up towards her hairline. She throws a glance over her shoulder. “You seeing ghosts? Nobody’s in there. I drove myself.”

“Good for you,” you say. You think you smell. They didn’t give you access to a shower last night. You’re upwind from her and damnit why are you embarrassed if you smell or not? Your chin jerks forward in a challenge. “You gonna give me a ride back home?”

You’re joking, but she nods like it was the plan all along. “Let’s go.”

Is that an answering challenge in her words? Your teeth grind as you force yourself forward. “Very kind of you,” you chirp, swinging up into the passenger seat. The car smells like leather and justice. “Just drop me off on the other side of the train tracks. I can find my way home from there.”

She snorts. “Is that a Footloose reference? Very dated.”

You stare at her profile. “…No. I literally live on the other side of the tracks.”

She flushes. “Right. Well…I’m not dropping you off yet. I want to talk first.”

The doors are locked. You swallow as she carefully pulls out of the parking lot and then guns it into the road without looking. Luckily, no one’s there. “Talk? About what?”

“About how you’re going to steal my car again,” she says. “And this time you’re going to crash it right.”

“You hate the color that much?” you joke.

Her tone is not joking. “You have no idea.”

You don’t find out her name until dinner when your mom’s managed to entice her into a third slice of homemade pizza. She stares down at the slice while your mom waves for you not to stay up too late before going to bed early. Gamely, you’re already on your fifth helping. Criminal activity takes a lot of energy.

“Does your mom know who I am?” she asks.

“Like, in theory,” you say. You’re full and warm as you lean into the hard wooden back of your chair. Mom added olives to your side of the pizza. “She probably doesn’t know you’re the Mayor’s daughter though. Just that he has one.”

“The Mayor…right,” she says. Her jaw firms. She flicks some olives off her pizza and then eats half the slice in one bite. “I’m Gina.”

“Elian,” you say instead of No, you’re the Mayor’s Daughter. You refill her soda cup before your own, just to show her you can be fancy and have manners too. She’s so out of place in your family’s one bedroom apartment. Her shirt is crisp and white, her gold necklace so shiny, that it’s like there’s a sepia filter over the eggshell walls and oak cabinets. “Sprite. Only the finest for the lady who bailed me out.”

“I’m thinking you can take my car next weekend,” Gina says so abruptly you nearly spit out your soda. There’s a hard light in her eyes. “Dad’s out of town for…business. He won’t notice for a few days. You take it, you get out of the city, you drive it off a cliff once you’ve wrecked it doing donuts or whatever.”

“A cliff?” You know exactly where she’s talking about. There’s an abandoned quarry about an hour outside of town. You shake your head. “That’s where people dump bodies. No way am I going out there.”

“They find bodies there because it’s outside of Hero Force’s patrol,” Gina says. She waves her hands in the air so the yellow light from the inset ceiling lights catches on her golden manicure. “If you think about it, it’s the best place to dump a car. Especially when the heroes are going to be out of town.”

You stare at her. “Did you just admit your dad is part of Hero Force?”

Her eyes skitter away from yours. “No.”

“Your dad is out of town next weekend.”

“Yes.”

“And the heroes?”

“Maybe they’re traveling together.”

“I don’t think anyone is supposed to know when the heroes are going to be out of town. Isn’t that like a national secret, or something?”

“We’re not a big enough chapter for it to be a national secret,” she denies. She bites her lip. “Probably a state secret though.”

You stand and your chair chatters against the linoleum. “No. Absolutely not.” It’s time for Ms. Mayor’s Daughter to leave.

She scrambles up after you, following you into the living room. “Why not?! You already mess with the heroes. Weren’t you the one who kept breaking into the mall on a motorcycle? You hijacked one of their delivery trucks a month ago—”

“A food delivery truck,” you say. “Which was more of a commentary about the city’s investment in Hero Force luxury rather than after school programs—” You bite your tongue. You spin so that the couch stays between you. You glance at your mom’s closed door and consciously lower your voice. “How do you even know that?”

“I’ve been watching you,” she says. She laughs without humor, dragging one hand through her golden hair. “Sometimes living in this town is like being in a simulation. We have four A-class heroes for a population of 30,000 and everybody loves them. Nobody thinks it’s strange to have walking nukes in a small town. They love my dad. Did you know no one’s even run against him for the past two elections? It doesn’t matter what he does. He owns this place and these people. He has – could commit murder and it would be justified. People would think it would be justice.”

“He loves you,” you say weakly. Isn’t four heroes a pretty normal number? Sure, the ones in your town are big names, but that’s not weird.

Is it?

“He loves me so he gets to be a tyrant?” Gina scoffs. “If he’s even capable of love.”

“I’m not going to mess around with heroes’ civilian identities just because you’ve got daddy issues,” you say. When hurt flashes across her face, you wince. “Sorry. But it’s one thing to mess with heroes in masks, okay? Messing with a hero’s family—”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem when you were stealing my car the other night.”

“That was before I knew your dad was Mr. Solve or whatever—”

“The Sun,” Gina says.

“What?”

“My dad’s the Sun.”

“That,” you say, “is so much worse. Didn’t he burn some minor villain’s eyes out last week?”

“Yes,” Gina says. Her mouth twists. “The guy got off easy compared to some others.”

You stare at her, momentarily speechless. “And you wonder why I’m not going to antagonize the guy?”

“But you already do,” Gina says. Her eyes are glinting. She looks so out of place against the dim interior of your home, a radiant girl dressed all in white and gold. She rounds the couch and snatches up one of your hands between two of her own. “Everyone else loves my dad. Except you. My entire life, and you’re the only one who dares to make—make statements about Hero Force consumption by stealing their deliveries or make the heroes chase you around an abandoned mall on foot like regular people. You challenge them, Elian. All I’m asking is that you do it again.”

“That sounds like a lot more than just crashing your car,” you say. Your voice sounds very far away. You never thought of your actions as so noble. There’s a tingling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before and your hand is so warm. She sees you. You shake the fantasy out of your head. “I—look. I’m flattered, but I’m not your guy. The heroes know my face. It’s only a matter of time before I get sent to whatever detention super-powered kids get sent to. I have to graduate high school.”

Rather than discourage her, Gina presses closer. “What if I told you there’s a way to do both?”

Her closeness fogs your brain. “Both?”

“Take the heroes down a notch and maintain your identity,” she says. She releases you and whirls to get her purse off the couch. “I can help you. We can train so that the heroes never recognize the new you. You can use your powers in new ways. And you can wear this.”

She thrusts a piece of chewed leather into your hands. A mask.

“I’m thinking,” she says, “we call you Outlaw.”

------ Now ----

You can’t shoot. Night is falling by the time you admit it to yourself. You press your back against the rough bark of the tree and stare up at the first stars. You cradle your gun in your hands.

The bloodlust is still there. You aren’t a fair lily incapable of staining your petals red (as red as her). So why can’t you pull the trigger? Because of her ghost? Her last message to you?

If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back. More than anything, I want you to live, Elian.

You grind your teeth. Easy for her to say. The dying never have to feel the weight of consequence. They can just say whatever the fuck they want.

You aren’t thinking when you climb down the tree. Your powers give you a lot of things – speed and healing, an instinct for the outdoors, and excellent eyesight. You don’t need to look to find one branch and another, dropping to the forest floor in ten-foot increments. By the time your boots hit the ground, you know what the problem is.

Unlike your other kills, this one is personal. It was never going to be enough just to see him dead. You need him to know why you’ve got him in your sights.

The Sun is an old school hero. The traps you were so afraid of are predictable, turns out. You pick your way around bear traps and landmines, sharp eyes easily picking out silver trip wire when it glints in the moonlight. There are cameras, but there’s likely only one person with access. In the past ten years of following the Sun, you’ve learned two things about him.

One, he’ll kill the things he loves before he loses them.

Two, he doesn’t trust anyone but himself.

You get to the building inside of an hour. The first floor is hidden by steel shutters and there’s no light peeking out from behind them. The second floor window where he’d been sleeping for most of the day shines with the faint blue glow of a television.

The front door looks like a bank’s with how thick it is. There’s a keypad and a biometric scanner you don’t have a prayer of hacking.

That’s okay. You’ve already seen your way in.

You climb up the nearest pine tree. The Sun likes to think of himself as a competent hero, but too many mayoral kickbacks over the years made him soft. He surrounded himself with powerful heroes and never once struggled to win. Because of that, he’s missing some caution and common sense. The building’s first floor is locked up tight, but the windows on the second are regular glass.

And he hasn’t trimmed the tree line back far enough.

You fire your first shot of the night into his empty desk chair, exactly where his chest had been hours earlier. Immediately a siren sounds, and the TV glow coming through the office’s open door is consumed by bright light. You run two steps and then leap, neatly flipping through the empty window frame. Your boots slide for a moment on the broken glass and you catch yourself on the edge of his desk. There are medical papers scattered across it, prescriptions and diagrams of the face and eyes and heart.

You chew your cheek at the sight of a pill bottle. There had been rumors that the Sun is sick with his own radiation poisoning. It’s good you’re here before nature runs its course.

The siren wails for another beat before dying. The silence rings. Your heartbeat picks up as your ears strain to hear if anyone’s coming to meet you. Strange. The Sun had to have been the one who shut off the alarm.

So where is he?

You hold your gun out in front of you and check your mask. The Sun knows who you are by now, but you want him to see the mask she gave you. The handsewn leather, patched more times than you can count, is recycled from one of his old leather jackets. It feels oddly poetic to be dressed in the first iteration of your costume, cowboy hat tipped back and a biker vest embroidered with the name she gave you.

Is the Sun hiding? You creep out of the office, eyes darting from the quaint landscapes hanging on the wall to the tasteful wooden floors. The Sun’s safe house feels more cabin-y than you expected. The property deed has been in his name for the past fifteen years. Did Gina ever visit? Her ghost runs ahead of you, golden nails dragging along the peach wallpaper to the first open door on the left. She looks over her shoulder and smiles.

There are times when you’re glad for the afterimages your brain conjures. This is not one of those times. You don’t think she’d be happy to see what you’re about to do.

You swing around the doorway gun first, a snarl on your lips. “You old bastard, drop what—”

The smell of antiseptic hits your nose first, dashing away the red haze filling your vision in an instant. A TV murmurs against the wall, some rerun of an old western, but it’s not what holds your attention.

There’s a bed in the center of the room. The Sun sits at bedside, his attention wholly invested on the hand he’s holding up. Carefully, he applies gold paint to the nails without once looking up at you.

The woman in the bed is obscured with white gauze and beige compression bandages. Her breathing is soft and even. The one eye you can see is closed and still. No dreaming, no awareness.

“Outlaw,” the Sun says. He gently sets Gina’s left hand down on her stomach and picks up her right. He squints at her pinky nail. “Close the office door, would you? I don’t want the heat to escape.”

“What,” you breathe, “the fuck.”

-----Ten years ago ----

It’s a good year with Gina. You never realized how friend-starved you were until she was there, over at your house every day after school. She always makes it sound like she’s coming over to talk about the Outlaw thing, but there’s other stuff too. Movies and cooking and tutoring.

“Life is about balance,” Gina says sagely during one such tutoring session. “Besides, even heroes don’t go on more than two missions a month. We’re doing just fine.”

There’s always a pressing need to do more though. Whenever you pull off a particularly daring heist, she smiles this secret and pleased smile that makes your stomach flip. Sometimes, when the two of you watch news coverage of your getaways, she murmurs how impressed she is, how smart you are, how cool your powers are.

It makes you want to do anything for Gina.

You’re watching the news one day, waiting for a recap of how you stole the Sun’s favorite shield from the armory, when a rare story comes on. A Hero is dead, some guy named Ibis from Atlanta. There aren’t any leads to the culprit except for eyewitness accounts of a mysterious, winged super-powered individual flying low over the city, hiding in storm clouds.

“I’d kill a Hero,” you blurt out.

Gina jerks so hard that the popcorn bowl goes flying out of her hands. She doesn’t seem to notice. “What?”

“N-not your dad or anything,” you say quickly although yes, if you had to kill anyone, you’d start with the man who makes Gina cry like that. “Just…in general. The news anchor said Ibis was connected to a civilian’s death, right? I could kill a Hero like that.”

“No,” Gina says. She drops off the couch to kneel by you. “No, Elian.”

You flush like you’ve done something wrong. You sink into your hoodie. “I’m not going to, I’m just saying—”

“If you kill a Hero, there’s no going back,” Gina says. She’s too close, so close that you can see the flecks of gold hidden in her eyes. “Your life—it’s not like what we’ve been doing. Dad’s got rules when it comes to stealing. But if you kill a hero?” She shudders. “I want you to live, Elian.”

“I got it—”

“Please,” she blurts out. The plea in her voice makes you really look at her despite the pounding of your heart. Her eyes are wild and her mouth is pressed into a thin line. “No matter what. Promise me.”

“I—” No matter what? You slowly shake your head, trying to get away from the instinctive desire to agree with her. “I-if someone is really bad, I’d—”

“Elian—”

The tension makes you truthful.

“If your dad hurt you, I’d kill him,” you say. When she rears back, this time you follow. You brace your arm against the couch so you can lean into her space. With your other hand, you trace the fading burn on her cheek that could pass for an old sunburn if you didn’t know the truth. “I know you don’t think he will, but he’s been erratic lately. And I know about his temper. If he hurts you, I’d kill him.”

The air thickens between you. It’s rare that you don’t back down, but you’re not backing down now, staring into her eyes. Competing wills. For a moment you let everything you feel come to the surface. Your frustration when she visits with that fucking shadow in her smile, the helplessness when there’s another burn on her arm, the adoration when she’s just there.

Gina shudders and looks away first. She licks her lips. “I—I…appreciate what you’re saying, but I’m fine. You agreed I got to make the rules for Outlaw. I’m telling you one. Don’t kill heroes.”

She’s pulling away. You do too, falling to her side and sitting next to her rather than hovering over her. You try for a careless shrug but fall short. How can she make you feel so powerful one second and so powerless the next? You avert your eyes. “I won’t kill heroes,” you promise.

You hear her suck in a breath. “Good. Because I need you alive.”

“I do like being alive,” you say and don’t finish the sentence with with you.

“We’re done studying,” she decides. She darts up towards the kitchen. “I’m getting another bowl of popcorn before we start the movie. You want some?”

You stare at your reflection in the dark TV. Your jaw works. Finally, you say, “Nah. I’m good. I’ll just eat it off the floor.”

“Don’t be gross, Elian!”

------Now.----

“I will regret that day for the rest of my life,” the Sun says. He hasn’t looked at you once. His eyes are glued to the steady rise and fall of Gina’s chest. He times his breathing to hers and then sighs. “What a fool I was. Drunk on power.”

You’re standing on the opposite side of the bed. Your gaze flicks from Gina to him and back again. “Is she ever conscious?”

“It’s a medically-induced coma,” the Sun says. “The doctors say she should wake up any day now that most of her injuries have healed. Her last surgery was the final one. Now it’s up to her.”

This might be the first time in ten years that you’ve breathed. You suck in air greedily and imagine you can taste her scent under the layers of sickness and medicine. “They told me she died.”

“I told Hero Force you did it,” the Sun says. There’s no remorse in his voice. “They always tell villains they were successful, so they don’t try again.”

A decade of rage slides around your ribs. “You fucking bastard.”

“I did think it was your fault ten years ago.” He carefully picks up Gina’s left hand again to apply a second coat. It takes all your willpower not to slap him away from her. “If you hadn’t stolen Hero Force data, I wouldn’t have had to come after you with my full power. She would never have been in the line of fire.”

You’re fists shake at your sides. “I didn’t steal Hero Force data, I stole your fucking car. Don’t rewrite history.”

“There was Hero Force data in that car.”

“It was your Porsche, your civilian Porsche!”

“My fault to have left sensitive data out,” the Sun says. His confession surprises you into silence. “But I had to get it back no matter what. Then I blamed you by thinking how if you’d only asked me to take my daughter to Prom, I would’ve known she was in the car.”

“She’s not your property and it’s not the 1800s, of course I didn’t ask if I could take your daughter to—”

“I’m telling you what I thought,” the Sun interrupts. He finally looks at you. He looks worse than he did earlier, the years cutting deep lines into his face. There are black bags of exhaustion under his watering eyes. He breathes out shakily. “I had to tell myself it was your fault. It was the only way I could survive, Elian.”

Your real name shocks you. You stumble back. “How do you know that name?”

“She calls for you sometimes,” the Sun says. He drags a hand over his face before grimly returning to his daughter’s nails. “She’s never been really conscious for long. The d-damage took a long time to heal. But when she’s awake, she calls for you and she calls for Outlaw. Wasn’t hard to put the pieces together.”

Your chest throbs. “I should have been here. You should have—I could have—”

“Blaming you let me keep her by my side,” the Sun says. “I don’t expect you to forgive me or even understand me. But I…I regret more than anything what I’ve done to my daughter.”

“You’re going to regret it even more,” you say. The rage you feel is like a tidal wave. Ten years. Ten years. You could have held her hand through her recovery. You could have been there for her. And this selfish asshole who never even loved her like a father should took that away from you. You remember your gun. “You never deserved to be her father.”

“I didn’t, did I?” the Sun asks. He sets her hand down and swallows hard. He looks down the barrel of your gun without flinching. “She says one other thing, you know. When she asks for you.”

The curiosity stills your trigger finger. “What?”

“She says, Don’t kill heroes.”

Your face contorts. There’s the memory of popcorn in your mouth and the heat of her eyes on you. “Yeah, she said that to me before too. Back when I offered to kill you the first time.”

The Sun hangs his head. If he’s surprised to hear that, he doesn’t show it. “I wasn’t a good father.”

“No. But she didn’t want you dead.”

Understanding dawns. “Don’t kill heroes.”

“Exactly.” You tilt your head. “Do you feel like a hero?”

His lips tremble. His gaze drifts back to his daughter. Her eyes are flickering under eyelids. “I—I—”

The trigger presses back against your finger, eager and ready. “Do you?”

He licks his lips. “N-no,” he whispers. He closes his eyes. “No, I don’t suppose I do.”

This time, it’s easy to take aim. Steady your breath. And—

Fuck.

“Leave,” you say. You drop your gun back to your side and scowl when the Sun’s eyes fly open in surprise. “If you do what I say, you’ll live long enough for Gina to decide what to do with you. Leave and don’t tell anyone about this.”

The Sun shakes his head. “No, no I can’t leave her—”

“Then die here,” you snap. You bare your teeth at him. “Leave. We’ll be gone in a week. Maybe she wakes up and calls you. Maybe she—” You take a deep breath. “Well. Maybe she doesn’t. Either way, your part is done here.”

“I need to be there when she wakes up. Please, I’m her dad—”

“You’re her murderer,” you say. More than anything, you want to pick Gina up and run out of here before the Sun can stop you. You eye the monitors and know three people you need to call for advice before you even attempt to move her. A week should be just enough time to disappear. “You think you deserve to stay by her side?”

The Sun opens his mouth twice before he finds words. “I just—let me stay until she wakes up. That way I’ll know.”

“I spent ten years thinking she was dead,” you say. “You can last a month in limbo. If I have to ask you again, we’ll finally see who’s stronger now that I’m all grown up.”

The Sun picks himself up slowly. You think he cries. You’re not sure. He may even plead with you again. You’re deaf to it. Your brain has given up on splitting your attention and every atom of your being is homed in on Gina.

She’s alive. She’s alive.

You kneel at her bedside and wait for her to wake up.

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Based off this prompt (X): Love determines how long you live, some people are in their hundreds, but some don’t even live to be 20.

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The Fine Print

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (CEO!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 4,126

Summary: You've been working under Bucky for almost a year and he's always been a grumpy ass and even though when the lines get blurred you can't seem to stay away.

Author's Note: These new pics and all the new gym shots and vids and yum! Just being fed so well! I like the idea of a grumpy CEO who just wants you and he's mad about it. No excuse for being a dick but he's not really all bad. And anyway, I'd never tell him no...haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Thank you Daisy for the lovely divider @firefly-graphics😘

Warnings: Grumpy ass Bucky (he's a total ass sometimes but has moments of softness), sassy reader, lots of tension, flirting, curses, fingering, light dirty talk

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You’re late. Only twenty minutes but it’s long enough that your grumpy ass of a boss will have your head for it.

Grumpy…and an ass but entirely too gorgeous.

You pick up the pace, precariously balancing your files and bags and hoping you don’t faceplant on the newly shined floors.

Getting a flat tire on the highway this morning wasn’t on your long to-do list for today, but it still happened and now you’ll have to deal with a very cranky Mr. Barnes.

You round the corner and enter your office, ready to give your usual sunshine filled greeting.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes!”

He’s standing at your desk, arms crossed over his broad chest and his eyes hard.

“Is it a good morning?” he asks, not bothering to move out of the way as you try to slip around him. “What time is it?”

You stop and meet his glare.

“I had some car trouble this morning. I got a flat on my way in.”

Your voice comes out steady and strong and relief floods through you. This was the first time you were late, and you were not going to be reprimanded.

“Trouble is quite the fitting word for what I’ve been dealing with in your absence.”

You glance up at him and his antagonizing stare, and blink away your surprise at his words.

“I would have thought you would at least ask me if I was ok Mr. Barnes,” you say sweetly and with a smile. “After all, how could I possibly manage to fix a flat tire all on my own.”  

His jaw clenches tightly.

“Obviously you managed,” he counters. “And you look just fine.”

Beautiful blue eyes wander languidly down your body before making their slow perusal back up to study your face.

You try to school your features and when he raises an expectant brow you bite back with, “Thankfully I am fine, and I got help but I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the burden of picking up a telephone and sending an e-mail all on your own this morning. It won’t happen again.”

He takes a step closer to you and you stop yourself from swaying forward to get a hint of his scent.

Traitorous body. If only the fucker wasn’t so fucking hot.

“You’re right. It won’t,” he replies with a smug smile. “And just so you don’t forget, I’d like to see…”

He spends the next minute rattling off several project pieces he’d like to see completed and on his desk by the end of the day.

“And then you can make up the half an hour you missed by getting together a mock presentation for our meeting tomorrow.”

When your nostrils flare, he smiles triumphantly and dips his head, so his warm breath caresses the shell of your ear.

“I’ll see you in the conference room at six.”

He turns away and slams his office door behind him and you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“It was only twenty minutes asshole.”

You mutter the words under your breath as you plop into your office chair and continue to curse his name in grumbles.

There’s a light knock on the door before it opens and you know you’re about to hear the voice of your friend and coworker, Jess.

“I know you’re working through lunch,” she says. “So at least let me get you something.”

You don’t look up but smile nonetheless, your fingers flying over the keyboard with ease.

“Honestly, I don’t even think I have time to eat,” you say before hitting the period button hard and meeting her eyes.

Jess gives you a sympathetic look. “I’ll grab you something nutritious.”

She waves before gently shutting the door. You lean over to check your desk drawer for snacks, the mention of lunch reminding you that you are in fact, hungry. At the same time that you see you have nothing to eat you notice a tear in your stockings.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumble. “I just bought these.”

Less than a minute later your door opens again and without looking up from your screen you whine, “do you know what, after the morning I’ve had I think I’ll take something sweet…maybe a cookie. Or twelve. Or chocolate of any kind.”

When you receive no acknowledgement, in return you glance up and see that Jess is not standing at your door.

You quickly tug the hem of your skirt down, noting how Bucky’s eyes track the movement and linger on your legs.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes, I didn’t realize…”

“Since your morning has been so awful,” he starts, his sly smile growing, “why don’t you run down to the café and pick us both up some lunch.”

Your lips purse and once again his eyes seem glued to every action you take.

“Mr. Barnes, Jess has just come in and said she would grab me something to eat so I can continue working through lunch.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you continue.

“I have A LOT to get done.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it work,” he says before rattling off his lunch order.

He turns on his heel and takes two long strides back to his office, pulling the door closed hard behind him.

“What the f…?”

You don’t even finish the sentence when he opens the door again and pokes his head out.

“Make sure you get yourself something to eat. We’re going to be here late.”

The door slams shut again, and you abruptly stand, your rolling chair flying back into the wall as you storm off.

“Why does he care if I eat or not?” you ask yourself as you angrily stuff things into your bag and throw it over your shoulder.

The rest of the day goes by far too quickly and you find yourself cursing out the copy machine as you wait for the rest of your papers to go through. Checking your phone you see you’re already almost ten minutes late to your afterhours ‘meeting.’

You rush down the dim hall of the now empty building, your presentation materials clutched tightly to your chest and glance again at your phone.

Fifteen minutes. Shit.

As you near the conference room, you try to calm your breathing and slow to a walk. A soft light shines from under the door, and you know he’s in there waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath you knock.

“Come in.”

You walk into the large room, never failing to take in the view of the city that the floor to ceiling windows along one wall highlight.

At the head of the large dark wood conference table, sits Bucky. His suit jacket is hanging haphazardly over the back of his chair, his tie is loose around his neck, and the crisp white sleeves of his button down are rolled up to his elbows.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. The copy machine…”

Realizing you’ve been apologizing all day, and it has made no difference, you stop yourself and lift your chin, walking over to where he sits and placing down your papers, sorting through them as quickly as possible so you can begin.

“Have you eaten dinner?” he asks.

His question takes you completely by surprise and you meet his piercing blue eyes with a confused expression.

“I uh…I had lunch.”

“That doesn’t answer my question sweetheart.”

At his sugared endearment, your eyes widen, and your breath catches in your throat, but you regain your composure.

“No. I haven’t.”

He just nods and gestures to the papers, clearly waiting for you to get started.

You lean over the table, searching for the paper you need and in your disheveled state don’t realize your entire lower body is practically draped over him.

“I just need to find…”

The words catch in your throat when you feel his fingers softly touch your thigh, slowly inching higher to reveal the tear in your stocking. His fingertips trace the sheared fabric and press against your skin, igniting it with heat.

Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart pounds in your chest and your brain screams at you to push him away but you don’t dare move.

“Look at me,” he demands, pressing his fingertips harder into your skin.

You straighten and turn to face him, his hand sliding up and over the curve of your hip to settle on your waist.

“Mr. Barnes?” you ask, keeping your eyes trained on his.

“James. Call me James.”

The intensity of his stare makes your breath catch and when he doesn’t answer and instead continues letting his hand trace your curves you battle with your emotions.

“The next time you have car trouble,” and his hand slips under your skirt again, “you call me.”

“What? Why would I?”

His fingertips graze the lace top of your stocking before he lifts your skirt higher and drops his eyes between your legs.

“Because I said so,” he murmurs, teasing along your inner thigh.

Your hand falls to the table to steady yourself and you willingly spread your legs open when he gives them a slight push.

“That’s hardly a good reason,” you breathe out.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his eyes fall closed.

You glance down at his lap and see him straining against the expensive fabric of his pants.

He smooths two fingers along the line of your panties, lightly pressing against your swollen and sensitive clit. His eyes open and he looks furious, fisting the thin material in his hand and in one quick movement, tearing it off.

He pulls you down roughly onto his lap, your skirt riding up over your hips to accommodate the wide spread of your legs as you straddle him.

An involuntary moan slips past your parted lips when he grabs your ass and drags you down over his hard cock.

When he opens his mouth to speak you grab his tie between your fingers and use it to pull his mouth to yours. Every sweep of his lips is heaven, and you release his tie to rake your fingers through his hair.

He makes a low, angry noise deep in his throat and you trail your lips along his jaw, kissing your way down the strong column of his neck.

His hand slides from your ass and slips between your legs, his fingers brushing through the wetness just before there’s a knock on the door.

You both go completely still and wait. When a second knock sounds, he quietly curses and gently lifts you off his lap.

You quickly pull your skirt down and smooth your hands over your hips. He watches your every move as he runs a hand through his mussed hair and sits up in the chair, hiding his legs and erection under the table.

“What?” he growls, loud enough for whomever is on the other side to hear.

“Mr. Barnes, we’re scheduled to do maintenance in here tonight.”

He curses again and continues to stare at you.

“I’m just finishing a meeting. Give me five minutes.”

“Of course, Mr. Barnes,” the maintenance manager, says, “take your time.”

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he splays his hands out over the tabletop. Hastily he stands and tries to straighten his tie, his eyes landing on your ripped panties that lie on the floor.

He grabs them and rubs the silky fabric between his fingers.

“Make sure you eat something,” he says and then shrugs on his suit jacket, tucking your panties into the breast pocket.

You’re clutching the table and staring as he grabs his briefcase and starts toward the door.

“It’s late. I’m going to have security walk you to your car,” he states, finally meeting your eyes.

His groan is pained as his gaze travels down your body and then he disappears out the door.

You fall back into a chair and try to calm your breathing. You’d have to be out of here in a minute and you didn’t want to look suspicious. Seeing movement outside the door you begin gathering your things and stand on still shaky legs.

With a deep inhale you straighten your shoulders and walk out the door with a serene smile, greeting the head of security and thanking him for escorting you out.

What the fuck just happened?

The next morning you’re making your way into the office when he walks in. You do nothing more than greet him with a curt nod, giving him a wide berth of space as you make your way to your desk.

You can feel his eyes on you, the lick of heat traveling down your spine. You’re wearing your favorite dress and while it’s appropriate for the workspace it accentuates all the right spots, and you smile to yourself as you bend down to retrieve something from your desk drawer.

Regardless of what transpired last night you are not going to let it affect your work. You felt powerful and confident in this dress and Mr. Barnes can fuck off.

You peek over your shoulder to find him standing halfway in the doorway of his office and staring. You raise your brows and blink.

He clears his throat and mumbles a short “good morning,” then steps into his office and slams the door.

You roll your eyes and promise yourself he’ll be the last thing on your mind as you set out to get as much work done today as possible.

As lunch approaches you grab your bag and reach for your wallet. Your fingers close around a crumpled piece of paper, and you start to smile when you’re reminded of what it is.

You knock on his office door and saunter inside when he says, “come in.” The receipt hits his desk with a smack and without an explanation you turn and walk back out.

You almost make it to the first step in the stairwell when you hear footsteps approach behind you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re running off to?” he calls.

You continue walking and make it down one flight of steps before saying, “to get lunch.”

He meets you on the landing and clutches your elbow, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall.

Your eyes narrow contemptuously.

He whips the receipt out and in front of your face. “Want to explain this sweetheart?”

You let out a wry chuckle. “You know for such a smart guy you really are an ass sometimes. It’s a receipt.”

“I can see that,” he says through clenched teeth. “What I want to know is why you’re making purchases for…lingerie…on my company credit card.”

“Some jerk ripped up my favorite pair of panties last night.”

You shrug your shoulders and try to skirt past him.

His hand meets the wall next to your head, his fingers curling and crumpling the receipt and you can feel how tightly the muscles in his body are flexed when he presses closer.

He looks tormented for the split second before his lips crash down on yours and your treacherous body melts into the kiss.

His cock throbs against your stomach as he tries to hike your dress up over your thighs. Reluctantly he steps back, making enough space so he can slowly slide your dress higher, above your panties and look his fill.

“I like this pair even more than last nights,” he simpers.

His fingers hook into the lace at your hip, and you grab his shirt. “Don’t you dare Barnes.”   

“You can buy as many new pairs as you want.”

He once again easily tears them from your hips.

Your lips part in shock but he swallows your sassy remark with his mouth. The roughness of his kiss is a sharp contrast to the way his fingers softly tease between your legs.

You need more but you’ll be damned if you’re going to beg him for it. As if he can read your inner thoughts, his eyes light up in triumph when he pulls away to meet your gaze.

“As much as I want to hear you beg me for it sweetheart, I already know how badly you want it. You’re soaked for me.”

“You’re such an ass…”

He slides a finger inside you and your combined groans echo in the empty stairwell, the insult dying on your lips.

His stare is intense as he dips his head to your ear, warm lips brushing ever so gently when he whispers, “say please and I’ll give you what you want.”

Instead, you nip at his jaw, stifling the moan of need that threatens to rise in your throat. He continues pumping one finger in and out, sweat beginning to bead on his brow and his teeth gritted.

You hiss out a curse that’s followed by a breathy “please.”

You’re expecting him to be smug but instead he slows his movements and languidly pushes a second finger inside you, clearly relishing the way your eyelids flutter closed and you clench around him.

“That’s it sweetheart. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

His words practically send you over the edge but it’s the press of his thumb to your clit that makes your legs start to shake and his name fall from your lips like a prayer.

When his head falls to your neck and he places soft kisses along your skin, traveling up to your ear to whisper, “come for me gorgeous,” you let go and dig your fingernails into his strong shoulders, finishing with a muffled cry.

He draws out your pleasure with the slow push and pull of his fingers before sliding them out and holding them between you, his skin glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.

His fingers press to his lips, parting them as he licks them clean, clearly savoring every drop of your taste.

“I knew you’d be sweet,” he croons.

“James,” you whimper when your hands fall to his pants.

He grabs your wrist to stop you and pushes your hand away. With soft movements he fixes your dress, smoothing his hands along your curves.

“But…” you start, and he silences you with a kiss.

You’re breathless and your head is fuzzy by the time he pulls away and with a wink he steps back and says, “lunch is over. We have a meeting to attend.”

He turns on his heel and jogs back up the steps with ease. Your narrowed eyes follow him before you let out a frustrated huff and walk on wobbly legs in the same direction.

You had forgotten all about the meeting…the one you were supposed to go over the plans for the night before.

When you walk into the large conference room everyone is already seated and Bucky is of course at the head of the table. His eyes are trained on you as you walk to the front and place your things down near him.

The presentation you’re giving shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, but there’s a lot riding on it and after what just happened, you’re obviously feeling flustered.

You open your document and greet and address the room, doing everything in your power to keep your focus on where it belongs and not on him.

But when you pause your eyes lock with his and your ability to speak is momentarily stolen. His gaze is intense, the heat simmering there almost palpable.

With a clear of your throat you continue, fumbling slightly but thankfully recovering quick enough that no one seems to notice. No one but him.

His perfect lips raise in a lopsided grin, and he runs his tongue along the seam of his lips. It’s clear where his thoughts are, and you must tear your eyes away to unscramble your head. He’s obviously trying to fluster you and quickly your nerves are replaced with anger, and you use it to fuel the rest of your presentation, finishing it with ease.

You sit with a smile and lift your chin, challenging him with your eyes. He stares right back.

“Thank you,” he says, addressing you by your first name as he stands and commands the room. “That was an excellent presentation. Clearly, you were well prepared.”

You can’t tell if his words are mocking or meaningful and it sets you on edge. He moves around the room and answers any lingering questions before ending the meeting with a dismissive hand.

As people stand and gather their things, Bucky comes up behind you, pressing his chest close to your back as he leans in to pretend to grab something from the table.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to make it thought that” he chuckles.

To everyone else it appears he’s making a funny remark, but you can feel your skin heat at his proximity and taunting words.

“Ugh,” you say through gritted teeth. “You would have loved that wouldn’t you?”

You can feel your eyes fill with unshed tears, the emotions of the day finally catching up to you and when his gaze finds yours his expression morphs from haughty to soft in an instant.

It only sends you reeling again, the confusion flooding through you and before he can say more you gather your things and rush out the door. Unexpectedly, he’s hot on your heels all the way to the elevator.

There are several other people on it so when you stop at the next floor and more employees file in, you’re squeezed toward the back, pushed farther into him, your ass against his crotch.

He’s hard and you feel the rest of him stiffen with the sharp intake of his breath. You take a step away from him, as much as you can in the confined space, but he reaches forward and grips your hip to pull you back.

“Don’t move,” he whispers into your neck.

“I’m two seconds away from shoving my heel up your ass,” you seethe.

He leans even closer, keeping a firm grasp on your hip.

“You were deliberately trying to make me fuck that up!”

You turn your head to peer at him and his mouth falls open, brows furrowed.

“What?” he says.

“You heard me.”

When you reach the floor just before the top, everyone else exits the elevator and the doors close, leaving you both pressed together in the corner.

It starts to move again, and you jerk backward, falling against him as he leans into the wall.

His sudden growl startles you and then he slams his hand into the stop button on the control panel.

His body cages you against the wall and his breathing is harsh.

“I would never want you to fuck anything up,” he exhales. “It’s impossible for me to think about anything but you…how good you taste, and I haven’t even gotten my mouth on you.”

You hide your surprise at his confession.

“Yet.” He adds in a promised whisper.

“This is my career at stake Mr. Barnes. You’re the one with all the power here. What do you have to lose?”

“Me? All the power?” He laughs dryly. “You’re the one who does this to me…the only one.”

You feel him throb against your stomach and you can see the truth in his eyes.

“Then don’t be such a dick all the time.”

You mean the words to come out harsh but instead they’re a quiet whisper and your expression softens.

It’s all he needs before his lips crash to yours and he slides his hands down to your ass, squeezing his way to the hem of your dress.

“I had to sit there and watch you present, the whole fucking time knowing you had nothing on under here.”

His touch is delicate as he spreads your legs and slides a finger through your folds, already wet and aching.

“I was sitting there hard as a rock just thinking about bending you over that table, tasting you, fucking you.”

Your fingers close around his biceps, the soft fabric of his suit jacket bulging under the strained muscles.

“Is that what you want?” he asks as his fingers continue to tease you.

“Yes,” you answer as you grab hold of his tie and bring his lips closer.

He kisses you, never touching you where you need it most and when he pulls away, he presses the elevator button, causing it to start moving again.

He removes his fingers and reaches up to straighten his tie and when the doors open, he backs out, his voice low and deep when he says, “I need to see you in my office. Immediately.”

He turns and glides from the elevator, his long strides carrying him quickly toward his office and you can’t do anything but follow.

@blackwidownat2814 @hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @goldylions @lizette50

[wcbblife]

You & Me

a/n: finally finished my pazzi draft yall... hope you enjoy

Warnings: kinda nsfw at the end so read at your own risk.

Summary: Paige can't help but get a little a jealous when she sees Azzi with another man. So, she decides to talk to her.

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Paige knew it wasn’t her place. It really wasn’t.

But she couldn't suppress the ugly feeling tugging at her heart as she watched Azzi double over in laughter while talking to someone—a freshman—from the men’s team. The way Azzi's fingers lightly caressed his bicep to stop the flow of jokes spilling from his lips. The way he smiled at her, letting his other hand land on top of hers.

It was only when Aubrey nudged her shoulder and whispered, "You’re staring too hard, bro," that Paige finally broke out of her trance.

She knew she shouldn’t storm up to them and separate them with a nasty shove to the guy. She knew she should just sit tight and look pretty while the cameras were likely pointed toward her or the dancers in front of her. The nails on her hands were digging into her arm, no doubt leaving marks. She just couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried.

“What?” Paige cleared her throat, suddenly feeling shy. Her tough exterior would only get her so far with her best friend, who knew her too well.

“I said the three-point contest is about to start.” Aubrey snickered, walking away to join the blue team.

“Shut up,” Paige murmured, following closely behind. By the time she got together with her team, Azzi was lost in the sea of white and dark blue, and Paige had no way of knowing if the man was still close to her. She didn’t get any time to sit and think about it, being whisked around to get ready for the contest.

Almost immediately, she hears the sounds of the net swishing and the basketballs hitting the rims. After a bit, her eyes land on none other than Azzi. She watches closely as Azzi makes shot after shot with little to no problem, much to the amusement of the crowd. The smile on Azzi’s face after releasing the last ball makes Paige swoon, and she glances around, hoping that it would help the blood pooling in her cheeks to dissipate.

The only problem is that she sees Azzi moving back to let the next participant go, the man steps up to her, nudging her shoulder, and leaning down due to their significant height difference to whisper something. Paige knows it's a compliment or something along the lines of “I could never do that,” as she watches Azzi’s dimples just barely show.

The feeling gnaws even harder at Paige, causing her to drum her fingers impatiently against her thighs and her jaw to tighten. She can't help but notice how Azzi never moves away, and how they seem to brush against each other every time they sway side to side while waiting for the contest to finish.

Caroline walks up to them and starts a conversation, which—much to Paige’s relief—causes him to move away a bit. Azzi’s eyes move between the two before finally locking onto Paige, who is still staring. Azzi smiles at something Caroline says, licking her lips and fixing her pants, still zeroed in on Paige. This causes Paige’s heart to thrum uncontrollably in her ribcage, even when Azzi’s eyes go back to Caroline and the guy.

It knocks what little patience and focus Paige had straight out of her body.

“Dude! Seriously, how many times do I have to call you to stop gawking?” Aubrey stands in front of her with an incredulous smile. “Make it at least a bit less obvious, will ya?”

Paige lets out a breathy laugh, scratching her head. “I need to get outta here, bro.”

“Tell me about it,” Aubrey jokes back. “Might just walk right on out.”

“Yeah, right. And let Geno scream at us next practice? No thanks.”

Aubrey chuckles. “Hey, I’m not the one desperate to get outta here for their girl—” Paige cuts her off with a light nudge, causing Aubrey to burst into laughter.

“Stop it, dude.” Paige sulks, looking around for Azzi again, feeling her stomach drop at seeing her absent from her last spot.

“Relax. We’ll be done in a bit.”

Paige knew better. She knew it was in her best interest to heed Azzi’s warning of “don’t be so obvious in public.” She knew she should be on her best behavior with so many eyes on them, acting like they were nothing more than friends.

She also knew she shouldn’t feel so stupidly useless and jealous when Azzi talked to someone else because they weren’t officially a thing. They hadn’t slapped a title on it yet.

Ugh, she thought, as she smiled prettily for the group picture, wrapping a friendly arm around her teammates. Paige made a mental note to bring it up at a better time.

“Alrighty everybody,” a woman in the middle of the court chirped, “We’ve officially ended the first night! Make sure you exit in an orderly manner and we hope to see you next year.” The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and applause as the athletes started making their way out of the court and into the tunnels.

Paige made a beeline to her locker room, hoping to catch Azzi alone, but once she arrived, she found herself alone. One by one, her teammates trickled into the room—courtesy of Nika texting in their chat to meet there—and it wasn’t until Paige actually got up to search for Azzi that she found herself face-to-face with her.

Azzi was giggling when she entered, and Paige let out a breath of relief. Her hands fidgeted, muscles twitching under her skin to reach forward toward Azzi once she met her big brown eyes, but like she had done all night, she held herself back.

Instead, she walked wordlessly into the team huddle, her breath catching a bit as Azzi slotted herself right next to her, wrapping her hands around Paige’s waist. She tuned out the remainder of Geno’s speech as Azzi found the audacity to toy with the stretch band of her shorts, pulling on it. She slipped a finger into the edge of them, and when Paige looked over at her, she was smiling cheekily.

“Alright, now get out of here. I'm tired,” Geno ended his speech, and the girls screamed. Azzi dragged Paige into the team where they all did a short chant before finally walking out of the room.

Finally, they reached a quieter part of the complex. Azzi pulled Paige into an empty room, away from prying eyes.

As they made their way through the tunnels, Paige’s heart raced. The crowded hallways buzzed, and she tried to keep her cool.

Azzi stayed close, their fingers brushing every now and then, sending shivers down Paige’s spine.

She couldn’t wait to get a moment alone with her.

“Azzi,” Paige muttered.

“Yeah?” Azzi's eyes fluttered, looking up at Paige.

“We gotta talk.”

Azzi smirked, “We do?” she teased, stepping closer, her hand grazing Paige's arm. “What about?”

Paige's breath hitched. “You know what about.”

Azzi chuckled softly, leaning in until her lips were mere inches from Paige’s. “You always get so serious,” she whispered, her breath warm against Paige's skin. “Maybe I like seeing you like this.”

Paige's heart pounded, her resolve weakening by the second. “Azzi, please…”

“Please, what?” Azzi’s voice was low, almost a purr. She backed Paige against the wall, her hands sliding up Paige’s sides, sending shivers down her spine. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

Paige swallowed hard, her mind racing. “We need to figure this out,” she managed to say, though her voice wavered.

Azzi’s eyes softened for a moment before the teasing glint returned. “Okay, let’s figure it out,” she said, her tone playful. “But maybe we start with this.”

Azzi pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against Paige’s. “We’ll talk,” she promised, her voice a soft murmur. “But right now, let’s just enjoy this.”

Before Paige could respond, Azzi closed the distance, capturing Paige’s lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Paige's world tilted, the kiss overwhelming her senses completely as she melted into Azzi, her hands finally finding their way to Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer.

Paige nodded, her heart racing almost painfully in her chest. “Yeah,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. “Let’s enjoy this.”

Azzi grinned, her fingers trailing lightly up and down Paige’s arms, knowing the blonde liked it a little too much. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be serious,” she teased. “I can’t help but want to mess with you a little.”

Paige felt a blush creep up her neck. “Azzi, come on…”

Azzi’s smile widened. “What? I’m just having a bit of fun. You like it, don’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear. “Admit it.” Her fingers slip under the hem of Paige’s shirt, tracing patterns on her skin.

Paige’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back. “Maybe,” she admitted reluctantly.

Azzi’s laughter was soft and warm. “Thought so.” She moved even closer, her body pressing against Paige’s.

Paige tried to steady her breath. “I didn’t like seeing you with that freshman,” She confessed softly, looking away.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what this is about? You were jealous?”

Paige's blush deepened. “Maybe.”

Azzi chuckled, her breath warm against Paige’s neck. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s just a kid.” Her lips brushed Paige’s ear again. “Besides, I only have eyes for you.”

Paige's heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“Really,” Azzi whispered, her lips trailing down to Paige’s collarbone. “You’re the one I want, Paige. Always have been.”

Paige’s breath got caught as Azzi’s lips met hers again, more passionately this time. The jealousy, the confusion, it all melted away. This was what she wanted, what she needed. And finally, they were on the same page.

Azzi, feeling the effect she had over Paige, decided to push a little further. “You know,” she murmured against Paige’s lips, “seeing you all worked up was kind of a turn-on.”

Paige’s eyes widened. “Azzi…”

“What?” Azzi’s grin was wicked at this point. “I like knowing no one else can have this kind of effect on you but me.”

Paige’s breath came faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. “You’re unbelievable.”

Azzi’s hand slid lower, making Paige gasp. “Admit it. You love it when I tease you.”

She could barely form words, her thoughts were a mush of everything. “I… I do,” she finally managed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl.”

Paige was helpless to resist, surrendering completely to Azzi. 

[cupidhoons]

love.

 ୨୧  moments where they realize they are in love or when they fall harder than they did before . . . ( request )

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when heeseung realizes he's in love, it hits him like a truck. he's been thinking about you more than it should be, wanting to be near you more often and having thoughts about kissing your pretty little lips. it drives him insane to the point where he can't take it anymore.

the way you sat in front of him at the café when he took you out. the way you talked, the flirtatious and playful tone you used around him. the way your lips looked, glossed over with a pinkish shade of lip product. he couldn't get you out of his mind.

"heeseung?" you tilt your head while you peak out of the door. "what are you doing here-"

before you know it, his hands cupped your face ever so softly and pressed his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry — as if he'd been deprived of touch. a whine escaped your mouth as he pulled away.

"m'sorry, i couldn't help myself. i like — screw that — love you, y/n."

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jay knows he's in love with you. from the way you look with and without makeup and down to the way you even breath — he's so pathetically in love with you and he knows that. he makes it clear how much he loves you for you.

but, as you sleep beside him, his heart beats faster than ever. jay never knew that he could fall any harder for you.

he looks at your relaxed face, eyes closed as your chest rises up and down. he observes your facial features — your nose, eyebrows, the lips he gets to kiss every waking moment. he soft traces your face, trying hard not to wake you. how did he get so lucky?

he shifts closer to you, placing soft kisses all over your face. "i love you, so much." he whispers softly as he places a small kiss on your forehead.

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growing up, jake always only saw you as his best friend. nothing else. he loved your company and the platonic love you two shared. however, things started to get complicated when you got your first boyfriend. something inside him stirred, seeing you with another guy. he didn't want to come off as possessive or aggressive — but he couldn't help himself. especially when you rant to him about how much your current boyfriend mistreats you.

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, he shouldn't be throwing punches at this guy, but he's had enough. the guy was a complete bastard. how could he make you cry so much just for him to cheat?

"he doesn't deserve you, y/n. please," he begs as you heal his wounds. you look at him sternly. "find someone better, someone who will treat you right." you chuckle, placing down the ointment you held. "jake," you start, slightly moving your head closer to his. "thank you for standing up for me." you say, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

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sunghoon was never the best at sharing his own thoughts and feelings. it took awhile for him to open up to you in the early stages of your relationship, but once he did, he realized how easy it was to find comfort in you. he told you all sorts of stuff about him. he didn't expect you to remember all of them, but you did.

"hi baby, i got your favorites!" you smile, seating yourself down on the chair across. he looks at the tiramisu, then at you. his eyes widen in shock, making you giggle. sunghoon swears he fell in love with you all over again. he didn't think you would actually remember the small things he told you 2 years ago, before even dating.

"what's that look for, hoon?" he stares at you blankly. did you break your own boyfriend? you laugh, "hello? earth to sung-"

"i'm so in love with you. can we get married?" he blurts. you look at him with widened eyes. "i'm so serious, i think i want to wife you up." he chuckles. you didn't think that it would be a big deal for you to remember little things about him, but it seems that it is.

it doesn't click to sunghoon what he just said until he sees the way your shocked face. "i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me! it's just-"

"i accept your proposal!" you laugh in response.

this is a draft umm i'll do maknae line soon hopefully ahjakdkfndkfkendk sorry this was really half assed :/

[estellan0vella]

Scary Puppy Privileges Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You walk into the mall with Sukuna and Yuji, feeling the usual stares from having your intimidatingly handsome boyfriend and his adorable little brother by your side. Sukuna, with his impressive muscles, his plethora of tattoos, and that smirk, always turns heads. 

Yuji, skipping along happily while holding your other hand, adds to the charm of your little group. His innocent excitement contrasts sharply with Sukuna's intense presence, giving you the best of both worlds: scary dog privileges with your boyfriend and golden retriever puppy privileges with his little brother.

Today is no different. As you make your way through the bustling mall, you notice the way people part to let Sukuna through. His aura demands respect and a hint of fear, but you know better. You see the softer side he shows only to you and Yuji, the playful grin that spreads across his face when Yuji does something adorable, and the tender way he looks at you when he thinks you're not watching.

Yuji tugs at your hand, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. "Y/N/N, can we get ice cream? Please?"

You glance up at Sukuna, who gives a mock sigh of exasperation before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, let's get some ice cream. But only because Yuji asked so nicely."

Yuji cheers, and you laugh, squeezing Sukuna's hand. "You're such a softie, Kuna."

He rolls his eyes but there's a fondness there that he doesn't bother hiding. "Only for you two," he mutters, leading the way to the ice cream stand.

As you wait in line, you feel someone approach from behind. Turning slightly, you see a man with an overly confident grin sidling up to you. He clearly doesn't notice Sukuna standing next to you or doesn't care. You doubt the former as your boyfriend is impossible to miss so you assume it's the latter which makes you question his intelligence.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man says, his eyes lingering on you in a way that makes you uncomfortable. "How about you ditch the kid and come get a drink with me?"

Before you can respond, Yuji lets out a loud, indignant huff. "She's with Suku!" he declares, puffing out his chest. "And me!"

The man barely spares Yuji a glance, his attention still focused on you. "Come on, sweetheart, what's a guy like him got that I don't?"

You open your mouth to tell him off, but Sukuna beats you to it. He steps forward, looming over the man, and crosses his arms. "For starters, I can break every bone in your body without breaking a sweat," he says casually, his tone light but his eyes promising pain.

The man pales but tries to muster some bravado. "Hey, man, I was just trying to—"

"Trying to hit on my girlfriend while I'm standing right here?" Sukuna interrupts, his smile turning dangerous. "Bad move."

Just then, Yuji, who has been glaring at the man, decides to take matters into his own hands. With a growl that's more cute than intimidating, he lunges forward and bites the man's leg. Hard.

The man yelps and jumps back, shaking his leg to dislodge Yuji. "Ow! What the hell?"

You can't help it. You burst out laughing, the sight of little Yuji attacking a grown man too funny to resist. Sukuna joins in, his laughter a deep rumble that makes the man's eyes widen with fear.

"Good boy, Yuji," Sukuna says between laughs, ruffling his brother's hair as he looks at you. "Looks like you've got the scary puppy privileges too, huh?"

Yuji beams up at him, proud of his efforts. "Did I do good, Suku?"

"Very good," Sukuna assures him, glancing at you with a grin. "See, baby? Even Yuji knows how to handle idiots."

The man, thoroughly embarrassed and clearly regretting his life choices, mutters an apology and hurries away, limping slightly from Yuji's bite.

You shake your head, still chuckling. "That was amazing. Thanks, Yuji."

Yuji smiles up at you, his expression bright. "You're welcome, Y/N/N. No one's gonna bother you when Suku and I are around!"

Sukuna wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Damn right," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, let's get that ice cream."

As you finally reach the counter and place your orders, Sukuna allows Yuji to go overboard and get whatever he wants as a reward for being 'feral' as Sukuna puts it.

You find a table and sit down, enjoying the cool treat as Yuji chatters away about his favourite ice cream flavours and Sukuna watches you with a soft, contented expression. It's hard to believe that the man who can make grown men quiver in fear is the same one who looks at you like you're his entire world.

"So," Sukuna says after a while, his tone teasing, "you think you can handle being with the two scariest guys in the mall?"

You laugh, nodding. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Yuji grins, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream. "Yeah! We're the best team ever!"

Sukuna chuckles, reaching out to wipe a smudge off Yuji's cheek. "That we are, kid. That we are."

Back at home, you tuck Yuji into bed, his sleepy eyes fluttering shut as you read him his favourite story. Sukuna stands in the doorway, watching with a soft expression. Once Yuji is asleep, you join Sukuna in the living room.

You curl up on the couch together, his arm around your shoulders as you talk about the day. "Today was... interesting," you say with a laugh.

Sukuna smirks. "Yeah, didn't expect the little guy to go all attack dog on that guy."

"He's got your protective streak," you tease, poking Sukuna's side.

"Guess so," he admits, pulling you closer. "Now, how about we watch a movie and relax? You've had enough excitement for one day."

You agree, settling into his embrace as he picks a movie. The rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body against yours a constant reminder of the love and protection he offers.

As you drift off to sleep in Sukuna's arms, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. Because with Sukuna and Yuji by your side, you're unstoppable. And that's all you'll ever need.

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/752847373085081600/i-wanna-miss-fratpeters-nose-so-badly

how does he react!!

THAT SENT TOO FAST I WASNT FINISHED😭

does he get shy?? does he pretend he’s unaffected or is he like do it again and again and again!!!🥹

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soft!frat!peter <3

'what was that?'

you surprise attacked him with a kiss and went right back to watching tv, but this kiss wasn't on his mouth or his cheek so he's a tad bit confused.

'a little kissy.' it happened too quick. he saw a flash, felt a quick peck and you were submerged into netflix like nothing happened. 'want another?' it was rhetorical, you push up to place another to the same spot.

'why my nose?'

you steal another. 'why not?' and another. you go for a third after his bashful laugh, you swear you see a hint of pink coat his cheeks. 'i don't know, i've never had one, i guess.'

sometimes peter drops his lack of intimacy a little too casually. this is one of those times, how has no one ever given him nose kisses?

'have you ever felt like you wanna kiss every inch of me? not in a sexual way, but like, you wanna kiss me because i'm so cute?'

'i'm scared you'll read into my answer.' that's a total yes.

'well, there's a bunch of different types of kisses, so you're welcome for showing you another.' peter bids for your attention. 'what are the different types of kisses?'

'hm,' you sit up to straddle his lap. 'i mean, you know about this one.' a light peck to his forehead. 'and this one,' another on his cheek. your lips brush over his as you whisper, 'and you love this kind.' your hand on his chest tells you your guess was right.

'what else is there?' warm hands rest on your thighs, peter's speaking softly with his focus on you and you only. you could tease him, but you're going to take this delicate moment and file it away to replay when you’re questioning if he’s worth waiting around for. 

'you just learned about this one.' peter didn't know he could like attention on his nose so much. but when it comes from you, of course he does.

'any more?' he doesn't want it to end.

'how about an eskimo kiss?' peter's heard of them, but he's never had one so he pretends like he doesn't know what it is. you lean down to push your nose against his, you dig in at the last second before pulling away.

'the harder you do it, the more you love them.' you're not sure if that's true or not, but you heard it somewhere and it's nice to think about. 'that seems dangerous, you might end up with a broken nose.' you could scream about the undertone of his sentence, but you won't. it's another thing to file away.

'then you might like butterfly kisses.'

'what's-' peter stops, little flutters dance over his cheeks. his heart pounds hard, a swirl of matching insects take flight in his stomach.

'what do you think about that one?'

'do it again.' you cup his face before blinking against his skin.

it's airy, a hint of something youthful, wholesome, comforting. it's like stepping outside and feeling the sun coat over your arms, heating you from the inside out, gifting you with warmth you didn't know you needed or lacked.

it reminds him of you.

it's his favorite.

'you like them?' there's no question this time, he's got a full on blush. 'can i have another?' he savors the tickle. you give a finale, sealing it with an overdramatic 'muah!' against his lips.

'i like your flutter kisses.' you finger comb his hair, laying down any stray pieces from moving around on his pillow. 'you can have flutter kisses whenever you want.'

peter doesn't need to be told twice.

'flutter kisses. i demand more butterflies.'

'be careful, you might attract a whole swarm.'

peter makes prayer hands and mouths a 'thank you,' with his eyes closed before going dead weight underneath you.

'i'm ready to be suffocated.' 

[ctrlhope]

I need a Spider Jimin in my life. I have a fear of them and had a giant one in my room, I couldn't kill it or move it, so I just stared at it, hyperventilating and crying. Couldn't look away because if I did, where would it have gone! In the end, my roommate got it after I called for them.

I need Jimin to tell them to leave my space alone or for me not to see them 😔

NOOOOO!!! I used to be so scared of spiders too <//3 like once there was a spider in my room and i stg i looked like i was working in a meth lab with the gear i put on to grab it and take it outside AJHBJSB like had a hoodie tied tight around my head, my old lab safety goggles on, gloves, and a face mask armed with cup and paper in hand. I don't know what i thought it was gonna do to me bro 😭😭 now they don't scare me (i'm now the designated spider-taker-outsider lol) but it must've not been fun at all for you :(((( i'm glad your roomate was there to help you out!! Little spider jimin blurb under the cut to help you cope with the trauma 😔😔

— Dangerous Predator

wc: 1.7k

genre: fluff, hybrid au, soft yandere

content: soft yandere!jimin, hybrid!jimin, spider!jimin, fem!reader, manipulation, kisses, jimin is a good actor, and he’s really sweet <\\3 -> the pitfalls of silk drabble

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

Oh god. Oh god what is that– that thing?! 

If your eyes were a second slower, they would’ve missed it. If your reaction speed was just a feather more hesitant you would’ve never noticed the massive creeping brown arachnid skittering across your floor. Legs longer than you’ve ever seen, a massive thorax sticking high in the air making it look all the more menacing, as if it was actually threatening you. As if it had its sights set on you.

The yelp that tears through your throat makes its way out faster than you can stop it, your body jumping high as it tries to scramble on the kitchen counter– plant itself high off the ground, away from where the predator lurks. Ready to do… do whatever it was thinking of doing… yeah. 

Okay, maybe you don’t exactly know what its plans were, but they can’t be any good! Not when it was moving towards your foot like, like that! When your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, hiding away, sulking in the basement, pretending the food you're cooking doesn’t smell as amazing as it does. 

Sure, you can handle the small spiders– the little ones that appear as no more than dark spots in the corners you can’t see. The ones that cohabitate peacefully, giving you your space and keeping theirs. Two lives nearby yet never crossing paths. But the big ones, the big ones are a struggle no matter how hard you try to adapt. Especially when they move so close to you, disrupting the peaceful environment you’ve created. 

Jimin normally handles this, is normally the expert on dealing with 8-legged creatures you’d rather not share your domain with. But right now, he’s nowhere to be found. A disagreement only a few hours ago putting a halt on all communication with him. Rather feeling the urge to  stew in your own feelings.

But now, right this very second, you could not give less of a shit about the petty argument. Can’t even remember the cause of it in the first place. The only thing you do know is the rush of adrenaline through your veins, the way your eyes lock onto the predators on the floor. The way it takes slow steps in your direction, moving ever so slowly to where you sit pressed on the kitchen counter, lettuce in hand– the perfect defence. 

If you truly believed what Jimin told you about his ability to talk to spiders, if you thought any deeper about them then you do right now– you would think that it’s actually mocking you in the way it steps. Each slow, careful movement as it keeps its eyes locked on yours deliberate and teasing. 

Fucking prick. 

“Jimin!” Your voice calls before you can stop it, another yelp leaving your lips as you helplessly toss your leaf of lettuce at the mighty beast, completely and utterly missing. It’s almost ironic, really, that the biggest spider of all is the only one that can save you at this moment. 

No more than a second passes before you hear his legs bounding up the stairs, scurrying as fast as he can to meet you. To see what the problem may be. Faux nerves taking over his being as he hears the fear in your tone, calling for him. Wanting him above anybody else. 

He wants to laugh once the scene in the kitchen comes into frame. He really does. He almost feels bad for it, honestly, but you just look so cute as you try to struggle away, eyes not leaving the arachnid below. 

But he’s supposed to be your knight in shining armour. He can coo over how adorable his mate is later. 

“Pretty? What happened?” He asks in a hurry, concern buried deep in his tone as he quickly approaches your shaking form. Arm reaching out, gently taking one of your hands in his own. He brings it to his face, using your palm to cup his cheek as he presses a gentle kiss into the surface, gaze burning with worry over your tied expressions. 

You wish you could say you were soothed, that his presence alone brought peace to your quivering heart but it couldn't. Now that the predator was out of your vision, blocked by the very man you called for, you couldn’t be more alarmed. Your body twisting against him, head trying to poke past him to see the beast still lingering nearby. 

“Min! Min there’s a spider! You have, it’s going to eat me!” You shout, pointing over his shoulder with the other hand. How could he not see how urgent this is! This is a matter between life and death!

The gentle annoyance that finds its way into his veins is quickly washed away, discarded into his brain for later. The only mention of it being the quiet narrow of his eyes, ever so slight that no one would notice it. How could you still be concerned over a little spider when he is right in front of you, saving you? 

Did you forget that he is a predator, too? He can’t believe he’s jealous of a spider right now. 

Mmm, but he knows how humans can be. When they get all scared like this they can’t help themselves but to clamp up, frozen out in fear. One of the reasons he never wanted to be the cause of it. The misfortune that bespoke your mind every waking minute. No, he wanted to be the sunshine on a beautiful day, a field of flowers to dance in. Maybe even a handsome prince on a horse, ready to carry you away. 

So that is exactly what he’ll be. 

Soft eyes looking up into your own, half lidded and dangerous with affection, “Well that just won’t do, will it?” He pouts, lower lip jutted out in a cute expression that can’t help but take your breath away. Mince your mind in half, one side still focusing on the obvious threat while the other causes your heart to pound. Causes a fluttering to erupt from deep within. 

Your pretty boyfriend spins on his heels, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest in a manner that can only be described as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His cheeks blown out in much the same way, forcing your brain to think about nothing else other than kissing him.

“Now listen here!” He tuts, admonishing the spider. Somehow, he even seems to make glaring cute. “You better leave my pretty mate alone! This is my territory so unless you wanna mess with me, I suggest you leave.” He huffs, yet can’t hide the playful undertone in his words, only half serious. 

You know he probably isn’t taking you seriously. Can never truly understand your fear of the same arthropod you're dating. And you know the spider probably doesn’t even understand a single thing going on– but at the same time you can’t help the battering of butterflies in your stomach at his words. That he’s going these lengths to make you feel protected and safe. 

“She doesn’t like you around here, and she’s the most important in the world to me. So, if you don’t leave right now and tell all of your friends you're not welcome around here, I'll have no choice but to do it for you.” The spider takes a hesitant step back, suddenly lowering its body closer to the floor, almost as if…

Shit. Maybe he really can talk to spiders. 

“Get out.” And with those final words, the spider quickly turns around and scurries out of the kitchen and into the yard, practically waving a white flag all the way. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth hanging open as your legs drop against the counter walls. Fanning either side of Jimin in his embrace. 

A cute smile is on his lips as he turns around– the cocky, proud kind that you normally roll your eyes at. But this time you can’t help but stare at him in shock, blush dusting your cheeks. Even as he leans closer, planting a gentle kiss against your lips as a reward for himself.

“There.” He smiles, hands coming to rest against your thighs. Any thoughts of dinner completely abandoned. He’ll just order take out once he has you in the nest. “All better.” 

“How– you, you!” You hesitate against the sound of his adorable giggle, his hands pulling you closer to his body. Legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. 

“Mhmm, they won’t come around here anymore. I promise, baby.” He hums, lifting you as if you were nothing more than a stuffed animal clinging against his body. “What do we say when your handsome mate helps you out?” 

Your eyes narrow into a glare at his teasing, but you can’t help wrapping further around him. Pulling him close as he ensnares you further into utter devotion. Becoming your safety net against all things scary in the world. 

“Thank you.” You grumble quietly, a gentle peck against his too-soft lips given as a token of your appreciation in that moment. Stopping yourself before you melt into the feeling of his fangs pressed against your lips. “I appreciate it Min…” 

As you’re finally able to hide your face away in his neck– snuggling against his skin and blocking your vision from any other scary things that might exist in the world, you completely miss the way Jimin tosses a small pile of bugs near the window. The same window that was left open just a crack too wide. The same window that he allowed a spider to crawl inside.

The same spider he may have made a deal with.

He hates when you’re mad at him. Hates it more than anything else when you take away the single thing he craves most– you. So could you really, really blame him for hatching a little plan? One he knew would send you into his arms. Make up for your whole little argument in a second. 

Never, ever wants to be the cause for your fear. But every once and awhile it can serve a purpose, he supposes. Especially when it gets him out of the dog house. Gets you nestled into his web, watching movies for the night. Curled in his embrace, gentle words and soothing hands warming you. 

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for 🦄 behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Um, yeah,” Billy repeats, shrugging awkwardly. “And–you know, you need sun, right? Like for your powers and stuff so you'll be safer on missions, but also, um–Kryptonians just really like it, I think. Well, okay, I dunno if you know if you like it yet, but Superman definitely does. He spends a lot of time in it. So–windows.” 

Lynn . . . swallows, slowly, and tightens his grip on Tawky a little bit again. Billy wonders if that means he wants a hug. Lynn's still a baby, technically–he might not know how hugging really works in real life, or just not know how to ask for one when he needs one. 

Or just not know he's allowed to ask for one when he needs one. 

Or just wants, obviously. 

“I like it,” Lynn says very, very quietly, and Billy can't help perking up excitedly at hearing that. 

“Awesome!” he blurts, then clears his throat and tries to reel himself in and settle down a little more. “Um–awesome, yeah. Cool. I'm glad.” 

Lynn doesn’t say anything else, but he loosens his grip on Tawky a little. Billy still wonders if he wants a hug, but he really doesn’t know how to tell. 

. . . well, he guesses there’s the obvious option. 

“Hey,” he says, leaning forward a little to peer a little closer at Lynn’s face while trying not to be, like, pushy about it. Lynn’s just hard to read, that’s all, and he doesn’t wanna mess up with him. “Do you want a hug or anything?” 

Lynn’s shoulders immediately stiffen, and Billy represses a wince. 

“You don’t have to,” he puts in quickly. “Just, um–I didn’t know if you knew you could have one? If you ever do? Like–that’s a normal thing to want. And, you know . . . do? And . . . stuff?” 

Billy is very, very bad at this, isn’t he, he realizes, trying not to cringe at how awkward and lame he sounds right now. Like–babies need touched and carried and hugged, and really everybody does, but he definitely could’ve made that offer way less weird-sounding. Just–he really doesn’t trust that Cadmus told Lynn that kind of thing was okay or important or ever would be okay or important, so . . . yeah. So he said it.

Just he said it very, very awkwardly and lamely. 

Lynn is totally never gonna think he’s a cool dad, is he, Billy thinks morosely. He’s gonna think he’s uncool and weird and boring and– 

Lynn . . . hesitates, slightly, and Billy gets distracted from worrying about Lynn deciding he sucks and peers at him again. Lynn looks conflicted, and Billy’s not sure what to say to him. 

“It really is fine if you don’t want one,” he promises finally, because it’s the best idea he’s got. “Just it’s also fine if you do want one, and I kinda, uh, didn’t know if you knew that or not.” 

“. . . okay,” Lynn says, which still isn’t really a helpful answer but is also still better than a lie. Billy can work with noncommittal. Like, he’d much rather do a little extra work to figure out what Lynn’s okay with than accidentally upsetting or hurting him 

Lynn probably doesn’t even know what he’s okay with yet, in a lot of ways. How could he, when everything’s still so new and strange? 

“You could hug Tawky, if you want,” Billy suggests. Lynn’s already been petting him, kinda, so maybe he’s more comfortable with touching him than he is him right now. Which makes sense, really. Tawky is really huggable, and also, like . . . sometimes it’s just less intimidating to hug somebody who looks like a stuffed animal at the time and also isn’t currently a lot bigger than you, Billy knows. Like–that’s definitely been a thing for him, a lot of times. 

. . . honestly, he’s not sure who the last person besides Tawky he even hugged was, come to think of it. Some people hugged him, because they were grateful he’d saved them and all, but–yeah. That’s . . . different, obviously. Not as . . . comforting, or comfortable, or . . . anything like that. 

And if Lynn’s never gotten a hug before–well. Yeah. 

Tawky’s a good start, Billy knows. Like–really good. 

“. . . I don’t know how,” Lynn says, his tone just a little–distant, maybe. Or . . . guarded, maybe. 

“Oh, it’s not hard,” Billy assures him, then picks up one of the throw pillows off the couch and demonstrates, wrapping his arms around it to squeeze a little. “You just wrap your arms around somebody and squeeze, kinda. I mean, you’re gonna have to be careful not to do it too hard with baseline humans and all, but Tawky’s tough!” 

And, well–he’s pretty sure Lynn couldn’t hug him hard enough to hurt him, at least not ‘til he grows up a little more or gets a little more sun in him. But he doesn’t wanna push, so he doesn’t say that.

[zae-heeyyy]

Stelliferous

Summary: You stargaze with Arthur. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 1,353 Tags: fluff, shy, high honor Arthur Warnings: no warnings, enjoy the fluff.

a/n: Just a little something I thought of when I found this camp. Plus, I really wanted to draw a constellation. Fun fact, the game has accurate constellations, and Orion is one of them! I had a lot of fun reading about Orion mythology for this one. And TYSM to my tumblr bestie @littlemistey for helping me get the journal entry just right!

stelliferous: filled with stars or bearing stars, often used to describe a visibly starry night.

As everyone went about their business for the night, you headed to a deserted clearing just beyond camp and sat on the ground. You loved sitting alone, getting lost in the stars and the tales that went with them. Just as you were settling down, the snap of a twig alerted you to someone else's presence. The stars had aligned perfectly for you that night, putting you and Arthur in the same place at the same time.

You rose and looked around, spotting the cowboy leaning against a tree. If it were anybody else, you'd be annoyed, but seeing him there made your heart flutter in all the good ways. You loved looking at him just as much as you loved looking up at the stars. But the stars didn't make you weak in the knees at the sight of them or make you laugh until your stomach hurt. But just like the stars, Arthur always felt so out of reach.

"Things're really goin' downhill back there if a lady would rather sleep in the grass than in her tent," he said. His face was neutral, but you could see a playful glint in his eyes. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried to hide your shyness.

"Oh, hey Arthur, I was just––"

He held out a halting hand and tipped his head.

"I was just jokin, miss. I know what it's like to want some peace and quiet." He pushed himself off the tree and gave a two-finger wave. "Anyway, I won't disturb you."

You spoke out before he could leave. "It's no trouble, Arthur." You turned away from him and cranked your neck to the sky. "Y'ever wonder if it's just us out here?" It wasn't a question you expected him to answer. You were just thinking aloud. He didn't respond for a long moment but sauntered towards you, his boots appearing in your peripheral.

"I don't do much thinkin'."

You turned to glance at him again, shaking your head.

"Oh, hush, Arthur Morgan. We all know you do more thinkin' than any other fool around here."

You could tell he was fighting hard to keep the frown on his face from curving upward.

"That ain't saying much." He chuckled on his exhale, then, with a grunt, sat down beside you. "This whatchu' always doing out here? Just—" he gestured to the sky, "—looking up?"

"Don't knock it til you try it, Arthur." A soft smile formed on your face, and you waited expectantly. He quirked an eyebrow, then put his hands behind his head and laid back. A satisfied grin crossed your face, and you dropped down, too.

You spent the rest of the night pointing out stars and constellations to Arthur, sharing all the stories you knew about them. An hour crept by before a yawn escaped you. Arthur didn't show it, but your departure was the last thing he wanted. With one arm still behind his head and the other slung across his stomach, he kept his eyes trained on the sky above.

He was hooked—not on the stars, but on you. Then and there, he realized he could spend eternity on the ground, captivated by the rise of pitch in your voice when you got excited and how your eyes crinkled at the corners when your smile stretched from ear to ear.

From that night, Arthur used stargazing as his excuse to be near you, sometimes sitting so close to you that your shoulders rubbed when you pointed upward. Once, you turned to ask him a question and noticed him staring at you instead of the sky.

"It's impolite to stare, Mr. Morgan." His expression faltered, and he opened his mouth in a stuttering attempt to damage control.

He didn't need to be ashamed, though; you'd felt his eyes on you many times before. He admired you like you admired the stars, and knowing that sent waves of adoration through you.

Arthur caught up with you another evening just as you were finishing dinner. Golden sunlight reflected on his face as he glanced down at his feet, clutching his hat between his fingers. He reached nervously towards your hand, thought too hard, and placed it back on his hat. He started to speak, his words low and careful.

"Got somethin' to show you—somethin' I found— if you'll ride with me?"

You suppressed a building laugh, trying to save him further embarrassment. It tickled you that someone as audacious as him could be made so flustered by the likes of you. Your amusement was well hidden, and you reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze.

"It's about time you asked me on a ride, Mr. Morgan." He nodded and placed his hat back on his head, the brim shielding the building smile on his face. He walked you to his horse. He got on first and held a strong arm down to pull you up.

The two of you road down the Heartlands, across the Dakota River, and through Bard's Crossing. He slowed when you approached a hill outside Lone Mule Stead. Arthur helped you off the horse with one hand, keeping hold until you stood in front of a campsite that overlooked the Upper Montana River and beyond. The site was breathtaking; you could make out the lights of Blackwater, boats on the water, and the expansive night sky in all its glory. Just to the side of the spot stood a small brass telescope. When you finally saw it, your eyes widened, and you met Arthur's, your mouth agape.

"Found this out here the other day," he gestured towards it, beckoning you.

"Oh, Arthur," you ran your fingers across the smooth brass cylinder. You shook your head in slow incredulity. "I've never seen one in person, only seen 'em in books."

Arthur removed the cap on the end, letting it swing on its chain. He nodded toward the viewing device again, and you walked around to the lens, bending to look through it.

"I hope it's everything you read about, miss." His voice was comforting, like the soft rumble of distant thunder. Breathless, you pressed your eye to the lens, and a speckled blanket of black engulfed your vision. Truthfully, the stars were the same as always, but knowing Arthur had curated this moment, just for you, made the night sky more beautiful than ever. When you were done taking it in, you stood to see Arthur watching you from a few feet away. You approached the crate he was sitting on, your hands outstretched and reaching for his.

"Thank you, really," you said. The gunslinger stood and accepted your hands, his lips pressed together tightly as if opening his mouth would betray him. His eyes were strictly focused on your clasped hands. Surely, if his mouth would betray him, his eyes would too.

"Arthur." His name coming off your lips so endearingly could kill him. He finally looked up, his mouth falling open to speak, but you didn't give him the chance. You rose on your toes, your lips crashing against his hurriedly. When he finally realized what was happening, his shoulders fell relaxed, and he wrapped two arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Your mouths moved in sync with each other's until you pulled away for air. Heat had built up in his face, and you saved him the trouble of hiding his blush by wrapping your arms around him tight.

As breathtaking as it was, you forwent the telescope for the rest of the night, opting to wrap yourself in Arthur's arms instead. You pointed up at a line of bright stars.

"See those three? That's Orion's Belt."

"Orion?" he asked, saying the name as if it were a foreign language.

"Orion. He was a hunter—a big and strong one. They say he was a bit of a drunk brute, too. He reminds me of someone." You didn't need to peel your eyes away from the warrior in the sky to feel the warmth of the one right next to you, a knowing, gentle smile on his lips.

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 16

part 1, prev part

Despite the advice of both Steve and Wayne, Dusitn returns to the hospital the next day. Stands outside of Eddie’s room for longer than he should. Wondering if walking through the doors will bring the same torment as before. If anything will change.

He can’t bring himself to do it. Turns from the door and continues down the hall, deciding to visit Max. The rest of the group is already there. He was just going to be late.

They are sitting around the bed and talking. As if it was a lunch table. Or the couch of one of their living rooms. Bringing back the warm feelings of friendship. Of a never changing form of love. Reminding him that there is light in the dark, as long as he searches for it.

But just because there is light, doesn’t mean the dark isn’t suffocating.

Dustin’s mind lingers in the realm between rooms. The hallway that melds happiness and sorrow. As people reunite or lose their loved ones. Cope with the understanding that everything has changed. Or nothing has changed at all.

Everyone here is deciding to ignore the change for a moment. Try to look straight at the light for as long as they can. Until it leaves spots in their eyes and forces them to turn away. Ignoring it almost hurts as much as acknowledging it.

Maybe not for everyone, but it causes Dustin to remain quiet. Adding things to conversation, when necessary, but otherwise no words form. Laughter dies before hitting his lips. Feels so foreign. The muscles that pull the smile up on his face pulled down by weights. Each formation marking itself with burned energy.

But in the end, it’s the first moment he’s had in weeks where he isn’t fully drowning. Where part of the pain sets itself aside and allows him to breath. He forgot how nice it felt to be unburdened.

“Alright, what’s up with you,” Max asks when the rest of the group leaves. Dustin procrastinating traveling down the hall again.

“What?”

Max tilts her head to the side, the annoyance still ripe in the clouded glare. “You have barely said anything since you got here. You’ve never been this quiet. What’s going on?”

“How can you act so, not different? Like nothing has changed.” Dustin pauses, trying to find the right words to say. “You’re acting so ok. I’m not sure I would have I gone through what you did.”

Max shrugs, picking at her cast. “If I’m not laughing, I’m crying or shutting down. And I do when you guys leave. But laughing feels so much better than crying, so I try to laugh when I can.”

She has a point with that. Dustin feels how the laughter lifted weights. Made the joy trapped away in the pain start to flutter again.

“But don’t you wish that things turned out differently?” The question seems stupid now that it’s asked, but Dustin still wants to know.

Max raises her head, her clouded eyes looking towards Dustin but missing him slightly. “Of course I do. I miss seeing you guys. All I can see are the shadows of you when you stand in front of the light. It’s hard to remember things that I thought I didn’t have to memorize.”

She takes a breath to blink away the tears. “But, I can either be miserable because of the way life turned out and get caught up in these possible scenarios that could have happened. Or, I can learn to live this life that I almost lost. I was stuck in the what ifs before, I don’t want to be stuck in them again.”

Dustin wishes it were that easy. To just push them away and forget that the other possibilities exist. That there could have been a lifetime that he could have stopped Eddie from cutting that rope. From stopping and running out into the hoard of bats. Stop him from enduring all this pain.

“I heard about Eddie,” Max says when Dustin doesn’t respond. “I hope he gets better soon.”

“Me too.”

“It’s not his fault you know, the anger and the yelling and stuff. I had a moment like that when I woke up from the coma. It only lasted a few hours for me, but I was only in one for a few days. Eddie’s been stuck in one for over a week.”

Dustin lets out a deep breath. Tears threatening to fall. “It looked like he didn’t even recognize me.”

“He did,” Max quickly says. “Somewhere in his mind, he did. It just might not have come to the surface that fast. It’s weird waking up from a coma. It’s like your body is brand new, and everything feels wrong. You have to relearn everything. Including memories.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“You’ve never been in a coma before,” Max shrugs. “Most people don’t.”

Dustin sits with her for a few more minutes before going to leave. Max stopping him on his way out to say one last thing.

“He’s going to remember, Dustin.”

He turns to look at her again. Seeing the pain engulf her face. Realizing how much all of this has affected her too.

“Be there for him when he does.”

Dustin nods, not realizing that she can’t see it. Stopping himself before he shuts the door to call out to her. Make sure she knows he understands.

“I will.”

He walks down the hall. Stopping in front of Eddie’s door again. Hand hovering over the handle. Pushing himself to make it turn. Step into the threshold and sit in his chair. Alone in a hospital room with his friend.

Eddie’s asleep. Looking more peaceful that yesterday. The pain and anger faded from his face. Leaving only the calmness that comes with sleep. Dustin thought the calmness of his face would sting, but all it does is bring comfort. Knowing that right in this moment, Eddie feels nothing.

Doing what he has done for the past week, Dustin pulls out the battered-up copy of The Fellowship of the Ring and turns to the page he left off on. Letting the words of this great adventure fill the room. One where lowly hobbits left the only town they ever knew, to do something grand. Something for the betterment of their entire world.

In a way, all of them were the hobbits. Broken out of the innocence of unknowing and thrown into the unbelievable reality. Walked themselves to Mordor and back. With their scars and bruises. But in the end, they continued to have lives. Be able to continue on with their own adventures.

Eddie stirs as Dustin makes it to the last chapter. Opens his eyes and turns towards Dustin. Blankly stares as the book concludes. Tries to sit up as Dustin closes the book. Falls back onto the pillows with a wince.

“Help,” he whispers. “Please.”

Dustin stands from his chair. Raises the back of Eddie’s bed slightly higher so Eddie’s sitting more vertically. Still with a slight recline.

Eddie takes a deep breath, eyes closing as he licks his chapped lips. “I yelled.” Another deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Dustin shakes his head, not wanting to add to Eddie’s pain. “It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it.”

Tears gloss over Eddie’s eyes. Dripping down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

He realizes that Eddie means for more than just yesterday. For everything he doesn’t even remember doing, but deep in the depths of his mind knows he did. Understanding that he is here for some reason. And it caused both of them pain.

Dustin reaches out and takes Eddie’s hand. Feels the life as he grips Dustin’s fingers with all the strength that Eddie has right now. “Don’t be.”

“Love you, Henderson.” Eddie whispers before closing his eyes again. Falling back to sleep.

Dustin cries. He remembers. “Love you too, Eddie.”

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Staring

OM! Brothers

As the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer rarely did things without intention. After all, he had an image to uphold. But, when it came to you, it seemed like he almost never had control over his thoughts and actions.

The first time Lucifer caught himself staring at you was while you were helping set things up for the school festival. You were so kind towards others as you helped Lucifer direct traffic, ensuring the event ran smoothly. Lucifer found it hard to take his eyes off of you as you moved about, a graceful smile on your face as you somehow looked well within your element, despite being a human in the Devildom.

When Diavolo approached Lucifer and asked him a question, he finally snapped out of his trance. He asked Lord Diavolo to repeat his question and that’s when Diavolo knew how much trouble Lucifer was in. Nonetheless, he’d repeat his question to Lucifer, wearing a knowing smile - a smile that Lucifer would definitely ignore.

After that day, Lucifer caught himself staring at you more and more. If you were at RAD or around the others, Lucifer would try to be more discreet about it, doing his best to not let the others see his longing looks. The last thing he needed was one of his brothers to find out he was staring at you. He would never hear the end of it.

But, if it was just the two of you, Lucifer was less bashful about it. He allowed himself to fully admire your beauty.

If you caught him staring, he would give you his charming smile, looking as poised as ever. If you asked him if he was staring at you, he would admit to it, not seeing a problem in being honest.

Mammon stares at you all of the time. Whenever you were in his presence, his eyes would be on you. He would watch everything you do, down to the small most insignificant movement. You were his human.

It started the first day he met you when Lucifer had assigned him to watch over you. Sure, his act was tough, giving you a spiel about how you better not cause problems for him. But, on the inside, he was doing his best to not blush at how attractive you were.

In the beginning, he would sneak glances whenever he could, his eyes naturally finding their way to you. But, as the two of you got closer, he found himself staring more often and for longer periods of times. 

He didn’t care if his brothers were watching. They would already tease him about you anyway. So, if they caught him staring at you, it would be nothing new.

But, if you caught him staring at you - that was a completely different story.

If you noticed him staring, Mammon would turn into a flustered mess, blushing as he quickly tried to deny the fact that he was staring at you. Even if you didn’t ask him if he was staring.

It would be hard to catch Levi staring at you, mostly because he spends so much time in his room. So, if you weren’t in there with him, there would be few opportunities for him to stare at you. However, when you do spend time with him, all of his attention is on you.

When Levi first invited you to his room to play a game, he didn’t think anything of it. He needed a second player and he thought you were the best option since you were a normie and all.

It was a bit awkward since Levi didn’t really know how to talk to you. But, as the night progressed, he opened up more and the two of you fell into easy conversation.

When you had won the game for the team, Levi stared at you in shock. He thought for sure the two of you were going to lose. Then, somehow, you managed to pull out the win right at the last second.

From then on, whenever the two of you were playing games, he would keep staring at you. He told himself it was to “watch your strategies”. But, in reality, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you even if he wanted to. 

If you caught him staring, it would not be good. He would probably start blushing furiously along with yelling some different things in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, but it would only further it.

He would avoid you at all costs until he was able to calm himself down.

When Satan stares at you, it is by far one of the most intense stares out of all the brothers. It was as if he could read every thought you were thinking. 

At first, Satan was staring at you as a means of analyzing you. He kept to himself, not really introducing himself to you. He preferred to study you from afar. He was trying to understand your personality and nature.

If you caught him staring during this point in time, Satan wouldn’t immediately look away, a small blush coating his cheeks.

After he got to know you though, he understood everyone’s appeal towards you. 

You were the only one who helped calm him down when he could feel his wrath starting to form. He felt comfortable opening up to you, which was a completely new experience for him.

Compared to when he first stared at you, now he notices smaller details. Like the way your eyebrow twitches when you’re particularly focused, or the way you lightly bite your lip when reading a grasping scene in a book.

Every small detail he found out about you drew him in closer. It was an intoxicating feeling that made him never want to look away. He was too afraid he would miss something if he did.

After you grew closer, Satan would still be a bit embarrassed if you caught him staring. But, he wouldn’t stop like before. He would admire you until he was content.

Amso is completely shameless when it comes to staring. He will do it any day at any time, no matter who was watching.

The first time Asmo really stared at you was at the Demon Lord’s Castle during the retreat. He was trying so hard to charm you, and part of that requires him staring. But, when his charm didn’t work on you, it threw him for a loop.

Asmo began staring at you when you weren’t looking - desperate to find a way to make his charm work on you. But, after forming a pact with you, he realized he didn’t want to charm you with his power. He wanted to charm you by being himself.

Now Asmo stares at you for a completely different reason. It didn’t matter if you were spending time with him or across campus and barely within his line of vision. If he could see you, he was staring at you. And, he wouldn’t care one bit if you caught him doing it.

He would be completely honest about his staring, letting you know it was because of how attractive you were. He would tell you that you’re too distracting to look away from.

If you got flustered by his words, it would only stir him on more. He loves seeing you blush, especially when he's the one making you blush.

Beel is a bit shy when it comes to his feelings for you. He would find it hard to take his eyes off of you, but he would only stare at you for a couple of seconds at a time. He wouldn’t want to alert you of his staring.

The first time you cooked him a meal was when he realized he couldn’t look away. Two of his favorite things were in front of him and he wanted the moment to last forever.

From that moment on, every time he has food, he remembers the way you looked and it brings a smile to his face.

He would always look for you in the crowds of his games. He loved seeing you with a smile as you watched him, supporting him. Sometimes he would get so distracted watching you, he would forget that he was actually playing at that current moment.

His eyes would immediately be on you when he hears you talking or laughing. He didn’t care what you were talking about or laughing about, he just loved seeing you so happy.

If you catch him staring at you, he would be a bit embarrassed about it. He would stop if you asked him to. But, you would never do that. Because he looks at you with such a caring and endearing look, that it makes you feel so special.

Belphie is shameless when it comes to you. You have already seen him at his absolute worst, so there really isn’t much that could embarrass him.

Belphie is naturally spacey when he’s awake. He spends most of his time at RAD thinking either about how he wishes he was asleep or about you. In the end, his thoughts about you always trump his thoughts about sleep. 

He hasn’t stopped staring at you since you forgave him for attacking you. 

He literally killed you, and yet somehow, when you talked to him, there wasn’t a hint of malice. You treated him like any of the brothers from the get go despite him not having nearly as much time as the others had to get to know you. 

At first, he thought you were a defective human. Clearly something wasn’t right with you. It couldn’t have been. You were so forgiving and kind, and towards demons nonetheless. 

But, when he realized that was just who you were and that it was part of what made you so special, he loved it. He loved the feeling when you smiled at him or laughed at one of his jokes.

If you were laughing with one of his brothers - except Beel - his eyes would immediately be on you, making sure his brothers didn’t overstep.

When you were in his presence, he would constantly look at you to measure your reactions to things people would say or do. He heard so much about humans from Lilith; and, being with you, he finally understood her obsession with them.

You would catch him staring sometimes, and he would be completely unphased. In fact, most of the time, you would end up being the one who was flustered. 

You swore if he could sleep with his eyes open, he would just so that he could stare at you 24/7. But, that would honestly be a bit creepy.

[daisyvisions]

[12:17AM] - Love and Death (e.s)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), roommate!Eric, voyeurism, masturbation (both m! and f!), use of s*x toys, clumsy and pervy Eric (if you think about it), allusion to smut, smut, and more smut 😉 Word count: 0.8K

A/N: We cheered! Another writing I managed to do hehe tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

Thinking about roommate!Eric, who can't stop thinking about you ever since he accidentally heard you pleasuring yourself through the thin walls of your shared apartment.

Look, it's not his fault, okay? Well… maybe it was? To him, it definitely was not his fault at all! He hadn't told you he was coming home earlier than expected that night, so you took it as an opportunity to have some alone time with yourself since you needed to de-stress badly.

And you were really going to town with your trusty vibrator, chasing that sweet release that seemed so hard to reach tonight for some reason. So amidst the constant whines and moans you were making, you hadn't heard Eric's door close.

At first, Eric didn't even notice the sound coming from your room since he had his headphones on. But as soon as he took the headphones off… he heard it.

The prettiest sound to ever linger in the air. A sound so sweet he felt like honey was dripping from his ears. He nearly felt his own two feet floating, slowly gravitating to the source of the sound.

And when he heard the voice curse under its breath, that's when he realized it wasn't a figment of his imagination but rather just his roommate on the other side of the wall.

He could feel the blood pumping south to his dick, his soft member now growing hard because of thinking of all the positions he would get you in, and especially how your lips would feel against his. He shouldn't be thinking like that at all!

But truth be told, it was hard not to since he had always harbored a crush on you but never said anything to avoid scaring you off. You two had a good friendship and he planned on keeping it that way… right?

He didn't even realize he was palming himself at this point. He needed to see how you looked like sprawled on your bed immediately, willing to risk it all in the name of love desire.

To his luck, you forgot to completely close your door as he slowly nudged the door with his fingers, the warm light seeping out along with the angelic sound of your moans becoming louder. As soon as his eyes found your naked figure on the bed, he was completely drawn like a moth to a flame.

You were definitely going to be the death of him.

Your hair formed a halo around your head, your core glistening under the warm light, you looked so ethereal. Eric was so entranced by you he didn't even realize his hand had slipped beneath his sweatpants and held his member in a tight grip.

Your face started contorting more and more as you kept on thrusting your toy inside you. Shit, were you going to cum already? Is that your orgasm face? Eric could feel himself getting close to the edge with you, wishing he was helping you get closer to the edge. Everything was going so well, both of you nearing your highs… until Eric's phone suddenly rang.

You gasped loudly, halting your movements when you heard the sound. Eric frantically tried to turn down the call, finding the button that would shut the noise. From the instant panic and wanting to make a run for it before you saw him, his legs somehow tangled themselves causing him to stumble inside your room.

You instantly cover yourself with the nearest pillow, about to lose your shit on Eric until he started rambling.

“I’m-so-sorry-I-know-I-should’ve-called-when-I-got-home-I-didn’t-know-you-were-awake-until-I-heard-your-moan-and-it-was-so-hot-I-had-to-see-it-for-myself-and-I-know-that’s-pervy-of-me-but-fuck-please-don’t-see-me-less-I’m-so-hard-right-now-that’s-not-the-point-fuck-sorry-why-did-I-say-that?-I’ll-just-leave-now-sorry-for-interrupting!”

Dead silence filled the air after Eric had practically rapped his apology. Oh, he's done for, you’re going to kick him out of the apartment tonight, ex-communicate him from your life, tell of your friends to watch out for this perv, maybe even tell your other friends to beat him up and-

“…You think my moans are hot?” You mumble under your breath. Eric looks up at you confused at first, but decides to answer your question without hesitation.

“The prettiest one I’ve ever heard…” He watches the gears turn in your head as you process his answer. A small smirk appearing at the corner of your lips. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come here and help me finish.”

You swear in that moment you had never seen Eric move at lightning speed to take off his clothes and hop on your bed, help you reach your high and even find the energy to go for rounds and rounds after.

Oh he was definitely going to be the death of you.

[tomssexdoll]

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Forbidden love

"We can't, it's not right.."

"Who says it's wrong? We both want this and there's nothing stopping us"

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Y/N is an assistant for her boss Tom, he's been eyeing her for months and finally takes his chances and invites her to a "business dinner", but to her surprise it was only for them..

A/N: why is the fucking photo quality so bad

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (missionary), eating out, fingering, a lot of teasing, nipple and breast playing, age gap (5 years)

I work at a law firm, one of the top rated in the country. All of my coworkers are very hard working, always trying to impress our boss. Last month I got promoted to my boss's assistant, he had been our new boss for about 6 months, the other one going MIA.

He was quite young to be a boss, he was 27 (pretend he actually was in 2014), but the age gap for me and him was quite large, 5 years. I was 22 and I had been working there since I was 19.

He told us that his dad was the CEO of the company and when the other boss mysteriously went missing he let him fill in, considering Tom had wanted the job for ages.

He wasn't as rude, arrogant or demanding as our other boss, he was chill. Giving us days off and not interrogating us on where we'll be, throwing everyone in the office a party when it was their birthday, giving us free donuts every monday.

It was like an angel was sent to us. I did notice the looks he gave me, the stares that would last more than 10 seconds, the way he looked me up and down when I entered his office, the way his hand would just so casually rest on my arm or thigh for a split second.

I feel like everyone could sense the tension, I just didn't want them to think I was abusing my position and getting more money. I really did love my job, it made me happy and being an assistant just made it more fun.

It was just another casual day, I walked into Tom's office that morning with his coffee and a little crossiant. He looked up from his paper work, taking in my appearance, his gaze lingering on my figure for a moment before meeting my eyes. "Good morning schatzi," he said smoothly, taking the burning coffee from my hands with a small smile. 'Schatzi' was his little nickname for me, I didn't know what it meant, I wasn't german, but it sounded cute.

"Oh, and what's this?" he chuckled, taking the pastry from my hands, "a crossiant? How nice of you," he smirked, "thankyou very much sweetheart, now I have some jobs for you to do," he slid over some paperwork, something he knew I dreaded.

"I know honey, just do these and you're done for the day, ok?" his voice was soft, reassuring even. I sighed and nodded, picking the pile up and going over to my desk in his office. I immediately started on it, skimming through the different cases, bills and reports.

Once I finished I grabbed my stapler, stapling together all the documents that fit each other. I stood up again and placed the piles on his desk, he smirked, leaning forward. "Thankyou schatzi, alright, I need you to accompany me to a business dinner tonight, at 8pm," he reached into his desk and pulled out a small box, sliding it across the desk towards me.

"And make sure you look presentable, this is a very expensive resturant," his tone firm and asserting. "I will, what's this for?" I hinted towards the box, "open it and find out," he raised an eyebrow at me, his smirk growing wider.

He watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity as I opened the box, my eyes widened as I saw a beautiful pair of diamond earrings, "sir...these are beautiful oh my god, these are too expensive I can't wear them," I looked up at him, worry filling my face.

He chuckled at my reaction, knowing he had taken the time to pick it out for me, imagining how good I would look in them. "Oh it's no big deal, they're for you, now wear them ok?" he took my hand in his, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

My cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, "o..okay.." I smiled, stuttering over my words because of the lingering tension. He smirked, "good," he stood up, signalling the end of the meeting as he starts to put his coat on, "I'll see you tonight then schatzi."

And with that he left, waving goodbye to all of my coworkers. I sighed and helped around the office for the duration of my shift, printing things off, getting coffee or lunch for people, etc.

As I got home that evening I checked the clock, it was 6pm and I needed to start getting ready. How was this dinner even going to go? What kind of business was he attending, it was weird cause I was usually the one booking these things for him.

I brushed it off and got into the shower, lathering my body up with my bodywash, scrubbing it into my skin and washing all of it off. Then I moved to my hair, letting the water coat it completely before applying the shampoo and massaging it into my scalp.

After I finished I stepped out, drying myself off and finding a beautiful, long black dress in my wardrobe, slipping it onto my body, the dress hugging my curves perfectly.

I picked up the small box he gave me, putting the earrings on and admiring them in the mirror, the way they glistened in the light. I quickly did my makeup, a simple look. Then putting some black heels on and grabbing my purse, heading out of my apartment.

As I got there I waited for him, the cool wind brushing against the exposed skin on my arms. He arrived not long after me, scanning the area until he spotted me standing alone in front of the entrance. He felt a stirring in his chest at the sight of me, his gaze roaming down to my dress, the way it complimented my body perfectly.

"You look stunning," he smirked, taking my hand and planting a soft kiss, "oh, well thankyou," I giggled, my cheeks flushing red. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lead me into the high end establishment, nodding his head at the host who quickly scurried off to secure a table.

The interior is sleek and elegant, dimly lit with a mix of black and gold decor that screams luxury. I scanned the room but didn't notice anyone who seemed to be there for business, all the people there were couples, "who are we meeting with sir? I don't think they're here yet," I looked up at him, he released a low chuckle, "were not meeting with anyone, it's just you and me tonight schatzi," he walks over to the ready table and pulls out my chair, signalling for me to sit down.

I was shocked to say the least, watching as he sat down across from me. "Oh..b..but, you said it was for business," I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why he would lie.

He leaned forward, his gaze intense, "oh, I had to give you an excuse to dress up like that. I knew you'd refuse something like this so I had to improvise, I'm surprised you even believed it" he grinned, taking a sip of water.

I sighed, "you're sneaky, don't do that again," the waiter came over again, Tom ordered a bottle of red wine for the table. "So, why me? Why not any other person from our work or a tinder date?" I couldn't comprehend why he'd take me out of all people out, what was so special about me?

"Don't ask silly questions Y/N." he said, his eyes not meeting mine this time, his tone leaving no room for discussion. I slowly nodded, finding it weird that he was so hesitant to ask this question.

When the waiter came back I ordered some food, picking a simple chicken pasta dish they had on the menu, Tom ordered a rare steak and a shot of whiskey for him.

I poured myself a glass of wine, sipping at the red liquid, burning my throat as it went down. Tom put his hand on top of mine, causing me to look up at him, "I have a proposition for you. After dinner, I want you to come back to my place with me. We can chill, relax a bit," he smirked, a cheeky look in his eyes.

I giggled, "I mean, I don't see why not, sure," he smirks lightly at my response, pleased with how easily I agreed to go back to his place. His hand stayed on top of mine for a few more moments before moving away, taking a sip of his wine. "Awesome, it's a deal then."

Tom just kept watching me, every move I made, when I talked his eyes would drift off to my lips, even when I would eat he seemed more interested in watching me than eating himself, neglecting his steak. After a while he leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of wine, watching how I struggled to finish the food.

I sighed and softly pat my stomach, pushing it towards him, "I can't finish it, I'm so full," I groaned. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze softening slightly, he grabbed the plate and started to eat the rest of it, chatting with me about random things, letting the conversation flow naturally.

I didn't even realise how much chemistry me and him had, I looked at my watch and saw it had been an hour of us just talking, I pulled out my purse to pay but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. "I've got it schatzi, don't even worry about it," he says with a wave of his hand, a small smirk on his lips as he went to the host stand and payed for our meals.

As he came back I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, "thankyou sir," I could tell he was surprised, he blushed softly and just nodded, letting me leave first.

He followed me to his car, his gaze never leaving my figure. Even though he knew I'm a bit tipsy, he can't help but notice the way my body moves, the sway of my hips and the curves of my waist, his mind filling with dirty thoughts.

I opened the car door and slid into the passanger seat, watching as Tom came into the drivers seat and started the car, driving back to his luxury house. A heavy silence hung between us as he drove, his mind racing with thoughts of me, he tried to keep his eyes focused on the road but he kept sneaking glances at my exposed neck, imagining his lips on my skin.

As we arrived to his house I walked inside, admiring the interior, "this is beautiful sir, my god it's so bougie.." I giggled, taking a seat on his large sofa. He smiles, a hint of pride in his eyes, "thankyou," he says, closing the door behind him. "It's home." he walks towards me, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

The place was MASSIVE, filled with expensive artwork and designer furniture, this house cost me more than my life. "Would you like some more wine? I have tons of bottles for you to choose," he looked down at me, his gaze soft and nurturing. "Oh! Yeah, sure," I smiled, crossing my legs.

As he came back and handed me the glass of wine, his fingers brushed against mine. He watched as I took a sip, my lips wrapping around the rim of the glass, he found himself getting lost in the moment, his mind wandering places it shouldn't. He swallowed air, his adams apple bobbing up and down, "do you like it?" I nodded, a bright smile plastered on my face, "yeah, it's really nice," I placed the finished glass on the coffee table.

"Would you like more schatzi?" his voice is low and seductive, he can't help but be drawn to me, my precense commanding his attention. "Oh yeah, one more won't hurt," I chuckled, holding out my glass and watching as he filled it with the red liquid yet again. He scooted closer, close enough that I started to feel his warmth radiating off him. His gaze is intense, his eyes filled with unspoken desires.

I finished my glass yet again, my head a little hazy from all the wine I've drunk. I could tell he was a bit tipsy too, his eyes a little droopy. His mind kept racing with dirty thoughts and sinful fantisies, his body craving mine.

He reached out, placing his hand on my thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, leaning in and nuzzling my neck, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone. His lips were warm, his breath hot as he whispered in my ear, "you're so beautiful, let me take care of you baby.."

"But, sir.." I looked up at him, his eyes shifting to mine, "what's the matter schatz, are you scared? There's no need to be, I promise I don't bite.." he smirked, his tone seductive as he continues to caress my thigh.

"We can't, it's not right.." I bit my lip, my head telling me to shut this down but my body was yearning for more.

"Who says it's wrong? We both want this and there's nothing stopping us, you don't know how long I've wanted you, the first time I saw you I was drawn to you," he murmered in my ear, kissing my neck gently, "your voice, your smile, your face, your sexy body, your smell, the way you eat, the way you walk, everything about you intruiged me, I knew I had to make you mine somehow.."

"Tom.." I whined, "shhh, just let me make you feel good princess.." he trailed kisses down from my neck to my shoulders, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer.

Suddenly I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at me, I leaned in and captured his lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His hands roamed around my body, exploring every inch of me.

Our lips moved together in a synchronised dance, my hand moving to his cheek, he couldn't get enough of me, his desire for me growing stronger with every passing second. "Take your dress off for me.." he whispered against my lips, I nodded and slowly got up, letting him drag the zipper down, my back exposed to him.

I slowly slid the dress off, revealing my black lacey bra and matching thong, "oh fuck.." his breath hitched, turning me around to get a good look at me. "Lay down on the couch baby," he grabbed my hand, helping me lay down.

He quickly removed his own clothes, revealing his muscular toned body, he climbs onto the couch, positioning his head in between my thighs. "Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've replayed this in my head," he presses his lips to the fabric of my thong before trailing his tongue undernearth it. He could feel the heat radiating from my pussy, he growled against me in anticipation.

"You gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby?" he looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes..oh god yes.." I whined, sliding my panties off and throwing them across the room. He grinned at my bold move and leaned in again, this time without any barrier between his lips and my heat.

He wastes no time in licking and sucking on my clit, his fingers teasing and entering me at the same time. "Fuckkk..you taste good," he groaned, feeling me squirm.

"Ohh fuck!" I gasped, the sensation addicting. "You like that, huh?" he growled against me, sucking and licking harder and faster, the tip of his tongue flicking at my clit in a desperate try to make me cum.

"Holy shit!" I whined, bucking my hips forward, "yess, just like that," he says, pulling my legs further from each other and plunging his fingers deeper inside me, curling his fingers at my g spot, making me cry out in pleasure.

His mouth never left my clit as he teased it skillfully, making sure every inch of me was trembling with pleasure. I reached down and gripped his hair, tugging on it every time I felt his tongue skid across my needy clit.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs, reeling me in closer, removing his fingers from my sopping cunt and replacing it with his tongue, dipping it as far as he could.

He moved back and forth from my hole to my clit, making me throw my head back, the pleasure getting too much for me to handle, my release dangerously close.

"Oh fuck! I'm close!" I choked out, grinding myself against his face, "good girl, cum on this fucking tongue.." he grunted, his tongue lapping at my clit eagerly, he ate me out like a starved man, like he was deprived from food for years.

With one last flick of his tongue, my body shuddered as my orgasm washed over me, his tongue darted to my hole and slurped up every bit of juice I left for him.

He pulled back, his chin and mouth glistened with my cum. My chest heaved up and down, recovering from my mind blowing orgasm. He stands back up and pulls me up with him, "I'm not done with you yet," he grunts, carrying me to his bed, laying me down gently and climbing on top of me.

I looked into his eyes, then down to his crotch, his cock straining against his boxers, desperate to be freed. His hands roamed up to my breasts, squeezing them possessively.

I leaned in and kissed him gently, my lips moving perfectly with his, "mmm.." he groaned, deepening the kiss and rubbing his erection against my thigh. His hips moved rhythmically, eager to claim every inch of me.

"I want you fully nude, let me take your bra off baby.." he murmered against my lips, "okay.." I muttered, arching my back to give him easy access. His arms wrapped around me, his fingers finding the clips of my bra and carefully taking it off, revealing my perky breasts to him.

"They're more beautiful then I imagined.." he groaned, taking them in his hands as he dove down and gently sucked on one of my nipples. "The way you taste..I could spend hours just worshipping your body," he smirks, making sure he leaves no sensitive spot unattended.

"Tom...fuck me, please.." I whined, my tone desperate, urgent for his cock. "Okay, okay baby, so impatient," he chuckled, moving his hands down to his boxers, sliding them off in one swift motion.

My eyes widened, his size undeniably big. "How is that gonna fit..." I whined, looking back up at him. "Oh honey, i'll make it fit, don't you worry," he chuckled, rubbing his tip against my slick folds.

"Hold onto me baby, it might hurt a little but I'll be gentle," he whispered, I wrapped my arms around his torso, he slowly etnered me, giving me inch by inch as he watched my face contort in pleasure.

"See? You're doing so well for me baby, such a good girl.." he smirks, starting to move inside me. "Fuckk..you're so tight.." he groaned, throwing his head back, gripping my hips tightly and picking up his pace.

"Gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk straight.." he grinned, thruting harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass each time he slammed into me. I could hear him moaning in tandem with me, the sound of sex filling the room as he fucked me relentlessly.

His eyes blazed with possessive intensity as he looked down at me, watching me crumble under his touch. His thrusts becoming more brutal and unforgiving as he gets lost in the moment, "fuck fuck fuck!" I cried out, scratching at his back desperately.

His pace became more frantic, matching the urgency of my cries. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder, his cock drilling into my hole.

"Tom!" I yelped as he started to pump harder into me with wild abandonment, his muscles straining and buldging. His face was set in a mask of intense pleasure, his mouth slightly agape as he relentesly drives himself deeper into my quivering core.

"Take it all, take every inch of this fucking cock," he growled, "i'm gonna cum! Oh fuck!" I whimpered, burying my face into his neck. "Not yet, schatz," he grins wickedly, reaching out to tease and and pinch my sensitive nipples, slowing his thrusts to keep me on edge.

He wanted to savor every moment of my ecstacy, "I want us to cum together baby..you can do it baby just a little longer.." he chuckled, reaching down and rubbing my clit harshly.

"Mmmh! I can't handle it anymore!" I gasped, tears falling down my cheeks. "Yes you can," he groans, his voice deep and guttural as he takes control. My pussy started to clench around his cock, no longer able to hold back my orgasm.

"That's it baby, let your pussy wrap itself around my cock like that, 'm so close.." he moaned loudly, continuing to rub harsh circles on my puffy clit. "Cmon, cum for me baby!" he practically yelled, slamming himself into me over and over until I was sent over the edge.

I dug my nails deep into his back as I came all over his cock, my juices dripping down his shaft. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he reached the climax of his desire, spilling himself deep inside of me, our juices mixing together.

He collapsed on top of me, our chests heaving up and down in unison, letting out a satified sigh as he wraps his arms around my trembling frame. "Ohh baby, you did so well, such a good girl for me," he panted, flipping us over and pulling me onto his chest, letting me recover from everything that just played out.

He placed a gentle kiss on my head before slowly pulling out, letting our juices spill out of me, "are you okay my love?" he pulled me closer, tightening his hold on me. I nodded lazily, all my energy sucked out of me, "mhm.." he smirked and peppered kisses on my forehead, "good," he whispered, running his hand through my hair gently.

"What are we gonna do now? Will we just forget about this and move on or start something.." I looked up at him, "Us...I've been thinking about it, a lot," he paused for a moment, "I can't just forget about this, about you. I want to start something with you, but I want to do it right, I can't fuck this up."

"I know..but how do we do it? How do we break the news to everyone, I feel like they'll have expected this and look down on me.." he slowly sat up, pulling me properly into his lap. "It won't be easy. There will be people who don't understand, who will try and tear us apart," he sighed, looking at me sternly.

I nodded, "but, don't listen to them baby. They don't know the truth, the don't know what we have, infact they're probably jealous," he winked, I giggled and kissed him softly.

"I guess so yeah, I just don't want to be a secret.." I mumbled, his face turned serious, "you will never be a secret, my love. I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to.." his hands move up to my face, cupping it gently.

I smiled and nodded, "I will always take care of you, always" he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, sincerity in his voice. We both knew we didn't want this to be just a one night stand or for us to be friends with benefits, we didn't believe in any of that, what we had was special, a connection I've never had before.

"You're something special, y'know? This connection we have is rare, I've never been this drawn to someone, ever," he pulls back slightly, looking into my eyes, letting me know he's not fibbing.

"I want to explore it more, to see where it takes us," he caressed my cheek, "me too Tom.." I whispered, kissing him gently again.

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[seokberry]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ | PEG THAT BOY !! PT.1

how i think riize would react to pegging + how they would act during it :3!

not beta read !! no tw besides nsfw so, don’t like?? do not read!!

read under cut :)

SHOTARO OSAKI

okay, i think this man would have absolutely trust in you, but to be frank , he was shocked !!

it wasn’t something that ever crossed his mind, but he took it as a challenge, “okay, lets do it!”

he probably giggled throughout it the prep, making jokes like, “never thought i would be the one taking it up the ass in this relationship”

he gets overstimulated easily !! he’s never done something like this so you’re probably his first.

would just moan into the pillow as you do your thing, slowly as you ram into him, he enters a deeper sub space.

he would beg you to go slower and them whine when you listen, he’s really audible because he trusts you a lot!!

he lets you know what feels good and where to keep going. he’s the type to be lost in his pleasure he drools. (absentmindedly of course) 👀

i don’t think he’s the bratty type but when he’s not in control, he starts to beg for it

after a lot of heavy breathing, shotaro gave you the ‘okay’ symbol to go. you pulled out slowly, following a long extended moan. his eyes rolled back a bit and he gulped before you pushed back in. shotaro made no signs of discomfort, gradually you increased yhe pace, similarly the noises errupting from shotaro got continuously louder. hes grabbing onto the sheets harder as the thrusts carried on. “please, y/n, don’t stop.” he pleas into the pillow, his bangs are sweaty and sticky to his forehead. his upper body was glued to the bed and his ass held high in the air. you paused momentarily, only to catch your breath, he wore you out with how much he was begging for you to go “faster” and “harder.” you were drenched and sweat, the absence of groin hitting ass left the room filled with heavy breathing between you two, briefly, before you heard another noise from shotaro, “y/n, please. please please please.” each ‘please’ coming out breathier than the other, like a mantra he repeated, “don’t stop, ‘want more. please y/n.” he started grinding his ass up on top of you, for a second, you catch a glimpse of his face. his beautiful eyelashes were long and wet with tears, stains down his cheeks, his lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed with focus of grinding, desperate for more pleasure. you awed at the sight, pressing your chest against his back before you started to ram into him again, and the room exploded with a million noises.

SONG EUNSEOK

we all know eunseok blushes at everything, but to say he blushed very hard is an understatement.

when you asked eunseok what he thought of pegging, he looked at you confused? what?

part of him thought you felt unfulfilled and wanted to try new thing to spice up your sex life and you quickly reassured him.

after some back and forth and some researching, he agreed, under the condition if he didn’t like it, to not ask for it again. he said that, to be frank, because he only used his ass for pooping and he intended to keep it that way

i think he would be shy and ask to do backshots at first because he is embarrassed to be seen right now, after you pushed in the tip of your strap however, he quickly begged for you to switch to missionary, holding your hand.

he took a couple deep breaths in and began to stare up at the ceiling, relaxed until you started moving, in which his other hand (that wasn’t holding yours) started to grip the sheets, seconds later his knuckles were white.

he tries to conceal his moans and sounds by biting down on bottom lip or putting a pillow in front of his face.

“eunseok baby, how am i supposed to know what you like if you’re hiding your face from me?” you teased, pillows are opaque but you swore you could see through the pillow and see him turning even more red. you pulled the pillow down from his face to see his big eyes staring at you, his eyes shiny with tears with a woeful expression that could fool anyone into thinking he just cried tears of sadness. his embarrassment shined through faster than you thought and he turned his head to the side, “please continue.” you smiled, in which he side eyed you before looking at the wall again. you did an experimental thrust and watches the life get sucked out of his body, a moan slipping by. “why are you hiding all these pretty noises from me” eunseok pulled the pillow back up to his face “its embarrassing.” he said sheepishly and through teeth, you never thought you would see this side of him. “fine. i’m not moving then until you promise you won’t hide your moans from me” eunseok looked back at you with an expression that you could only be interpreted with sadness and confusion. you pulled away and held up a pinky. “pinky swear?” he looks at you with a ‘are you serious right now’ face and bites back a “are you seriously gonna make me pinky swear during sex?” you pout at that “do i look like i’m joking?” he rolls his eyes at you and pinky swears, you smile and clean forward, his ears close your face in which you promptly whisper “good boy.” you kisses him on the lips, and pulled back. your hands landed in his inner thighs, soon following the wind getting kicked out of eunseok’s lungs, as the air filled with begs, pleas, whimpers, and a couple “i love you”`s.

JUNG SUNGCHAN

I think we need to hold the dom!sungchan agenda a bit because this man is a huge softie!!

he would seriously do anything for you—even if he looks you dead in the eye with his jaw on the floor when you ask.

he would probably let out a “what?” with a stutter and out his hand to his face, covering his mouth. imagining a bunch of lewd positions before you clear your throat and snap him back into reality.

he trusts you a lot !! this whole ordeal you’re gonna need to craddle (his 186cm) self ! he’s gonna ask for skin to skin at all times.

i imagine his first moan he has slips accidentally, its loud and drawn out as you push inside him, before he swiftly moves his hand over his mouth.

he keeps his eyes lidded but they close and sudden high peaks of pleasure.

he probably puts arms out for you to hug him while you thrust into him.

he tried his best containing his moans but once he feels good and he realizes it isn’t so scary, he lets it all go, he is probably a huge talker too.

he probably likes being kissed during it, kissing and moaning in between sloppy kisses,

likes being praised during it ….

“sungchan, you take me so well, you’re so good for me.” you say in between kisses, you look up and make contact with sungchan’s eyes, they’re filled with lust and need, completely fucked out. his mouth hangs open and he looks like he cannot form a coherent thought, drool begins to collect at the corner of his lips. “you make me feel so good, please don’t stop.” he whimpers out muffled in a low voice, he pulls you back in and continues clawing your back and clinging on for dear life as you increase your pace. the room smells like sweat, thighs hitting one another echoes across the room, and little ah’s escape between every breath of sungchan’s mouth from his turnt back head, his adam’s apple shaking and on display. “am i being good for you?” he asks suddenly, lifting his head down to make eye contact with you, you respond with a kiss on the forehead. firmly, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, resulting in a choked out moan from sungchan, the touch sending electricity through his back, making his head throw back up even farther to the ceiling. “very good, keep being good for me so i can let you cum. you wanna cum right.” when he doesn’t respond right away you pump his cock faster, swirling under the tip to massaging the slit. sungchan nods eagerly and lets out very high pitched moans, “i’m sosososososo close, can i? please?” he barely manages to let that out, overtaken by overstimulation. he looks at you with puppy eyes, tears streaming down his face, how could you say no? you lean forward and leave a kiss behind his ear, with a small “yes.”

a/n: sooooo!!! first post :) lmk what u all think , inboxes, notes, reblogs are all appreciated! this is my first time posting on tumblr (be nice to me or i will cry) SORRY FOR ALL TYPOS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS i wrote this all in one day :,)…. ANYWAYS i hoped you enjoyed, pt2 w/ wonbin + maknae line coming maybe Wednesday ?? 🫣 also sorry if this formatting is ugly tehwudhs

[tonguepiercedanyway75]

I got me a concept (if you’re okay with it and if not that’s okay too)

Girlie escapes a toxic household and Matty comforts her and pulls her to sleep

I’m totally okay with it, hope it’s like you imagined

content warning: toxic household, yelling, reader gets hit, sweet matty

You’re sitting in your room, headphones in your ear because you’re not able to listen to what’s going on downstairs anymore. You’re staring at the go-to back you’ve already packed months ago in case something like this happens.

The words won’t leave your head. “You’re a little ungrateful bitch”, “what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Is there anything you can do?” “I should’ve never had you in the first place.”

Tears are streaming down your face, whether you want them to or not. Maybe you have a lack of understanding of why your own parents hate you so much, why you deserve this.

“You say another word and I’ll hit you twice as hard.”

Of course you didn’t say anything else, the sting in your face was already enough of a ‘lesson.’ You don’t even know what you did, you had a long day, came home and were faced with unnecessary confrontation immediately.

“I don’t want to see your face again tonight, you hear me?” You regret not answering him because the next hit to your face was indeed harder. It feels like you’re bleeding, but from experience you know that it’s just going to be a black eye or a red print. “You answer me when I talk to you.”

It’s hard to be in a place that has never been your home. It’s your house, that you live in, but instead of it filled with love and happiness, it’s filled with hatred and anger. You can’t deal with this any longer.

You wait until it’s dark outside and until you’re sure that your parents are asleep, when you climb out of your window with your bag. You take a last look inside your cold, empty room before deciding that you will not miss it anyway.

You take your bike from the garage as quietly as possible to go to the only place where you know you’ll be okay. Matty’s. Matty knows how your family is and being your best friend he offered you multiple times that you can stay over at anytime but of course your parents would never allow.

On their good days you lied to them and asked them if you could stay over at your friends house, female of course. That’s the only way you could spend time with Matty. It’s rarely that they allowed you, but one night at Matty’s house brought you enough joy for one month at your terrible house.

At least you don’t have to worry about his parents because he has his own place. That’s where you are right now.

Your whole body is shaking as you lean the bike against the wall, question if it was a good idea to bother Matty at this late hour.

Your cloudy thoughts and bad memories take over your physical body. It feels like they possess you. You start trembling and panting. The world feels like it's ending and collapsing. Your chest slowly brews into a tremendous amount of pain, feeling like you're having a heart attack, and you feel like you can't catch your breath. Everything seems like it's closing in on you, and you feel like you're dying.

“Oh god,” you knock on his door multiple times. You are still freaking out and panicking and every second Matty doesn't answer the door you panic even more.

‘Please just be there’

The door swings open there he is. In a superman shirt and black sweatpants. And you’re there. A crying mess with a red face and a laceration over your eyebrow, sure that there is a handprint very visible on your cheek.

“Hey, hey, love, what happened?” He asks softly, guiding you inside away from the cold, closing the door.

He knows exactly what happened so he doesn’t push it. “Fuck, darling.”

You can’t answer him right now, struggling to breathe. „here, give me this.“ He takes your bag from your hands and sets it on the floor.

"I- I- I. I can't. I can't. Matty-" you pant. You run your hands through your hair uncontrollably, and you are out of breath. You don’t know what to do. Matty then gets closer to you.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re okay, breathe.”

"I- I can't. Matty, I can't bre- breathe," you whimper, gasping for air. Matty still tries to reassure you. He knows a panic attack when he sees it. He’s too familiar with them and he knows exactly what to do.

“C’mere, it’s alright okay, m’not gonna hurt you.” Matty gently pulls you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. Your head rests against his chest, and you listen intently to the steady rhythm of his breathing, each inhale and exhale a calming lullaby. The warmth of his body seeps into yours, gradually melting the tension that has gripped you for so long.

“You’re doing perfect, alright? Just keep breathing.”

You can hear the comforting thump of his heartbeat, strong and regular, grounding you in the moment. It feels like an anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Matty’s fingers trace soothing patterns on your back, and you close your eyes, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. The world outside seems to fade away, replaced by the gentle cadence of his heartbeat.

“No one’s gonna hurt you anymore,” he whispers, “you’re safe with me.”

You hold onto him tightly as well as grasping onto his shirt. His arms are just around you, gently swaying you from side to side. You are shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. You can’t think, you can’t breathe. You feel like you are suffocating.

“Sorry- I’m sorry,” you sob. Matty tightens your hug bringing you closer to him.

“Nah, love, don’t apologize ever.”

Minutes have gone by, and Matty is still holding onto you, not daring to let you go until you feel better. Your cries slowly start to quiet down, and your chest pain fades away. Matty hold on to you feels like no one and nothing could ever hurt you because he's there.

“That’s my girl,” Matty notices you stopped shaking, and your sobs started to die down. He stops holding you and holds your face. He gently wipes your tears with his thumbs and looks at you with his soft eyes.

“Need to take care of that, s’that alright?” He asks, his thumb brushing over your eyebrow and you hiss, feeling his touch close enough to your wound. You nod and let him guide you into the living room.

Matty guides you gently to the living room, where he sits you down on the couch. “Stay here,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, “I’ll get the first aid kit.” He disappears for a moment, leaving you to take in the warmth and safety of his home. You clutch the edge of the blanket he draped over you earlier, trying to steady your breathing.

When Matty returns, he kneels in front of you with the kit in hand. He opens it and takes out some antiseptic wipes and gauze. “This might sting a bit, love, but I’ll be gentle,” he says, his eyes filled with concern.

He carefully wipes the wound on your eyebrow, his touch feather-light. You wince slightly, but his gentle murmurs and the warmth of his presence make it more bearable. “There we go, you’re doing great,” he says softly, his fingers brushing your skin as he works. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, but it’s mingled with the comforting aroma of Matty’s home—coffee, a hint of vanilla, and something uniquely him.

As he cleans your wound, you find yourself looking into his eyes. They’re warm and kind, a safe haven amidst the chaos of your thoughts. “I know it’s been a rough night,” he whispers, his voice steady and reassuring, “but you’re safe now. I will not let them hurt you anymore.“

You nod, feeling a lump in your throat, but the urge to cry is slowly being replaced by a sense of calm. “Thank you, Matty,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. He gives you a small, comforting smile.

Matty finishes cleaning the wound and applies a small bandage. “There, all done,” he says, his hands lingering a moment longer on your skin, grounding you in his warmth. “How are you feeling now?”

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “A bit better,” you admit, “I don’t want to go back there.“

“You don’t have to, promise,” he says, his hands on yours, “stay with me, we’ll figure something out, not now though.”

He sits beside you on the couch, close but not overwhelming, his presence a quiet reassurance. “We can take it one step at a time, yeah?” he says, his hand still on yours. “D’you want to talk about it.”

You shake your head, “always the same, I’m a shit daughter and then he h-hit me.”

“Fucks sake, you are not a shit daughter, they are shit people. S’not your fault.” He puts an arm around your shoulder and you immediately lean into him, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. “You’re a good person, love, too good for any one else. Don’t listen to a word they’re saying, they’re daft if they don’t see that you’re perfect.”

You nod, feeling a flicker of belief, a tiny spark in the darkness. “Thank you, Matty,” you whisper, your voice trembling but sincere. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He leans back slightly to look at you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me, love. I’m just glad I can be here for you.” His eyes search yours, concern and care etched in his features. “D’you want to watch something? Maybe take your mind off things for a bit?”

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips despite everything. “No, I think I just want to go to bed. Would you… could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” Your voice wavers, the vulnerability in your request making your heart pound.

Matty’s expression softens even more. “Course, love. I’ll stay with you as long as you need.” He stands up, helping you to your feet, and wraps an arm around you as he guides you to the bedroom.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, comforting light.

“I’ll give you some clothes of mine, shirt and sweat pants alright?” You nod and sit down on the bed waiting for Matty to return.

He returns with clothes and leaves the room for you to change. When you’re done he comes back.

Matty pulls back the covers for you, and you slip into bed, the sheets cool against your skin. He sits on the edge, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You comfortable?” he asks, his voice low and soothing. You nod, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. “Good. I’ll be right here.”

He lies down beside you, his presence a solid reassurance against the darkness that threatens to creep in. You snuggle into his side, his arm draped over you, holding you close. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body next to yours, and the gentle pressure of his hand on your back create a cocoon of safety and peace.

You’re exhausted. Sad. Angry. Every time your thoughts come back to earlier tears are threatening to fall. A tired tear slips from your eyes.

“Oh, dear, s’alright.” Matty’s voice is a gentle murmur in the dimly lit room. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the tear away. “You’re safe now, remember?”

You nod, but the emotions still churn inside you, a storm you can’t quite calm. Matty shifts closer, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you in a protective embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. You bury your face in his shirt, the fabric soft and comforting against your skin.

“I know it’s hard,” he whispers, his breath warm against your hair. “But you’re not alone anymore. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You cling to him more, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, love,” he continues. “It’s okay to let go, to let someone else take care of you for a while.”

A small sob escapes your lips, but it’s a release, a letting go of the weight you’ve been carrying alone for so long. Matty’s arms tighten around you, his touch firm and reassuring. He starts to hum a soft tune, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your body, soothing you, lulling you into a state of calm.

“Close your eyes, love,” he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath. “Let yourself rest. I’ve got you.”

You do as he says, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The darkness behind your eyes is no longer frightening; it’s a blanket, soft and warm, wrapping around you. Matty’s presence beside you, his arms around you, is a shield against the nightmares, a promise of safety.

“You promise you’re gonna stay?”

Matty sighs softly, “promise, it’s you and me right? Always.”

You hum, your breathing evens out, matching the steady rhythm of his.

“Sweet dreams, love, I love you.”



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cotton candy lemonade — l.sh

one shot ⭑.ᐟ synopsis ⭑.ᐟ late night hangouts with sohee. word count⭑.ᐟ 2.1k+

a/n; i love sohee

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you blankly stare at the void in front of you, still wide awake. the soft sound of rain falling didn’t help you at all. you let out a sigh, getting up with a raging headache. you’ve been laying down for quite some time just trying to get some sleep and now your head hurts.

a familiar ping catches your attention, eyes automatically going to the light coming from your phone. you pick it up to check, seeing that sohee’s sent you a message. you giggle, grabbing a jacket as you run outside.

”you still up?”

you and sohee have been friends for quite some time now, and late night hangouts like these have become more common. you’d find yourself falling asleep in his presence, not to say that sohee was boring you so much that you fell asleep— it was him. something about sohee just felt comforting and warm, it gravitates you to him, like your head to his shoulder when you finally fall asleep.

sohee was right outside your place, wearing a hoodie and a snapback, his signature look, or at least that’s what you always see him wear. you smile widely, running to him as you put your jacket on.

”hey, it’s still raining!” he exclaims, staring at you with wide eyes as you just laugh at his face. “come on! i should be fine,” you shrug him off, already walking ahead of him. sohee knew you were stubborn so all he could really do was to put his snapback on you.

”make sure you give it back,” he mutters, pressing down on your head while you grumble. though, of course you were more than thankful. the soft beating of your heart was proof of that. you look away, trying to hide the smile on your face as you adjust the cap he graciously lent you, his familiar scent now even closer.

the two of you have always walked the same streets at night and tonight was no different, except for the fact that it was rainy. sohee made sure he walked next to you, always looking both sides as he kept his hands in his pocket. you laugh at him, “we’re in the sidewalk, sohee.”

sohee frowns at you, “it’s not that, what if someone sneaks up from behind us?” you roll your eyes at his imagination, “yeah, yeah. and you’ll protect me?” sohee shifts awkwardly, looking away from you as he clears his throat, “of course, who else would?”

you smile at him, looking ahead as you finally reach your destination. it was still too early to wait for the sunrise but that didn’t matter, you’ve spent hours just sitting in silence with sohee before and you enjoyed every single moment.

”still three in the morning, got something you want to talk about?” sohee stretches as soon as he sat down. you sit next to him, not too mindful of how close the two of you were, pondering about what to talk about. your eyes wander to his face then down to his lips, chewing on your own as you do.

this doesn’t escape sohee’s attention but he doesn’t bring it up, just smiling in amusement as you get lost in thought. there were only two things going on in your mind when you get like this, and sohee had to learn that the hard way. you were either thinking about kissing him (he wishes) or you just find his lips interesting. your response was always the latter, much to sohee’s disappointment.

you finally snap out of your trance, turning away in embarrassment when you caught yourself staring for too long. you hoped the darkness would somehow hide your blushing cheeks, “i was thinking,” you cleared your throat. sohee just nods at you, still waiting for you to say something he doesn’t know.

”why don’t you just ask if you can try kissing me so you don’t have to think about it?” sohee teased, grinning widely when he saw how red you’ve gotten. you fiddle with the snapback sohee lent you, trying so hard to hide your face even though your neck and shoulders were just as red.

sohee nudges at you, “hey, i’m serious by the way. don’t you wanna find out?” you stare at him— you were curious. thoughts of kissing sohee has plagued your mind since the two of you started hanging out at night. you were so sure it was because you felt so lonely, and having sohee by your side felt too comfortable.

”if you don’t say anything, i wouldn’t know what you’re thinking, y/n.” you gulped nervously, looking down at your hands before looking back up at sohee.

”i wanna try.”

sohee smiles widely, biting down on his lip before cupping your face. “i’ll treat you breakfast if i’m not as good as i claim to be,” he whispered softly, making you giggle. he slowly leaned in, lips connecting with yours in a heartbeat. sohee’s lips were absurdly soft and warm, trying not to kiss back would’ve been a bigger challenge.

his lips moved slowly, as if he was being considerate. but you were having none of that, boldly pressing your lips more as you tried to lead the pace. sohee pulls away for a second, “you’ll regret that, y/n.” you smile at him, “yeah?”

sohee chuckles against your lips, pulling you in for another kiss where he’s the one in control. you couldn’t help but get lost in the sensation, your head filled with thoughts of how good sohee was at kissing. you might’ve just lost your free meal but you also won in your own way.

”sohee,” you mumble against his lips, wanting to stop before you go even farther. sohee seems to get the message, pulling away like a sad puppy. you let silence hang around for a bit as the two of you stare at each other’s lips hungrily, still wanting more.

”what do you think about french kissing?”

you laugh a bit too loudly at sohee’s stupid question, turning your head away to laugh some more. sohee smiles as he watched you. he always loved seeing you laugh uncontrollably, especially if it was something he said. though a part of him felt offended because he was actually serious with his question.

sohee ran his thumb on your cheek, making you look back at him. you were still smiling, slowly leaning into his touch. “is your heart beating as fast as mine is right now, sohee?” you whisper to him with a ridiculously captivating smile on your lips. he took some time to answer, eyes darting all over your face before your eyes drew him in.

”if i said yes?” he muttered breathlessly, fully getting lost in your eyes. you had a small smile on your lips, “that’s good ‘cause it means you’re healthy.” you thought that was a banger of a joke to pull, though sohee didn’t seem to share the same sentiment because he had pulled you in for another kiss. seems like he was planning on doing so regardless of what you said.

you were surprised but you welcomed it, melting into the kiss. your kisses begin to feel more desperate, more needy. you let out a small moan when sohee’s hands pressed on your neck, pulling you even closer than you already are. you felt sohee’s tongue enter your mouth, brows furrowing at how adventurous it was. sohee smiled when you tried fighting back, pulling away with a breathless chuckle.

”was it exactly like you imagined?” sohee asked, focused on your glossy lips. you stare at him, stopping yourself from nodding. “i-i wasn’t even imagining it in the first place,” you pull your face away from his touch, making sohee chuckle at how cute you looked all flustered.

you glance at sohee, seemingly unaffected by all of what you two just did. you find it unfair because you felt like your entire world just changed, yet here he was humming to some nursery rhyme as he looked at the round moon with a smile on his face.

”do you just do that with anyone?” you asked meekly, and you swore you saw sohee’s face fall. you didn’t know why but he ignored your question, quietly seething in annoyance. for the first time, the silence between you two was uncomfortable.

”t-the moon’s pretty tonight,” you babble mindlessly, hearing sohee hum in response automatically. he let out a huge sigh, turning his body to face you, “y/n.” you shift around awkwardly, not really knowing what to say in such an awkward situation. it’s not like you asked something wrong, you have two talked about far more stupid things than that.

sohee snatches his snapback off of your head, your hair falling messily all over your face. before you could even attempt to fix your hair, sohee’s hands moved quickly to brush them off. you glance at him, seeing how focused he was with fixing your hair, smiling to himself as he pats your head.

”i don’t just kiss my friends like i just did with you, by the way,” sohee sighs, scratching his neck when you still don’t look at him. “are you really going to make me say it?” you turn to him, confused. what could you be forcing out of him? it’s not like sohee likes you back.

”i like you.”

you blink at him, tilting your head. no, you must’ve misheard. sohee probably meant to say he liked hanging out with you the most, seeing as how he felt comfortable tonguing you down.

sohee shook his head, as if reading your thoughts, “i like you, y/n.” you blink even more, your mind racing with thoughts. did he mean that or was he just saying it? if he meant it how long could he have liked you? and why you, of all people?

sohee just laughs at how transparent your thoughts were, watching as you yawn tiredly after thinking too hard. he placed his hand on your head, patting your head gently, “go to sleep if you’re sleepy.” you stare at him, finding his hand on your head strangely comforting, “but i can’t sleep without you,” you mumble a bit too audibly, making sohee smile widely.

”is that an invitation? wanna cuddle on your bed?” you snap your head at him, looking at him with wide eyes. sohee just made faces at you, as if he said nothing wrong. “hey, i told you i’m approaching you with intentions, y/n. did you forget?”

sohee did say that when you first became friends, but you just thought he was just trying to get you to like a show that he’s been trying to get everyone else to watch. you did end up liking it, and now the two of you are here.

”did you seriously think i wouldn’t like you, y/n?” sohee laughs, sighing exasperatedly, “damn, you’re telling me i could’ve been more upfront all this time?” you just stare at him, pouting slightly. he sees this and pokes your pout, smiling playfully.

”well? don’t you wanna try that too?” sohee grins at you, opening his arms widely, “you can get a trial version here but if you want the real thing, we can go back to your place.” you close your eyes, laughing in disbelief at the words that came out of sohee’s mouth. you should be the one complaining, you wanted sohee just as much as he claims to want you.

”can i get the trial version with a side of kisses, sweet little sohee?” you tilt your head cutely, watching as sohee smiled widely at you. he didn’t hesitate to pull you in his arms, peppering your face with kisses just like you requested. you giggle at how unnecessarily rough he was with it, smiling against your skin as he looked at you.

sohee hums, deep in thought as you play with his messy hair. he looks at you, “should i also prove to you that i’m not little?” you burst out laughing, finding it funny that he was fixated on that. sohee chuckles, rubbing his face against your neck as he let you play with his hair, slowly feeling drowsy with every passing minute.

you pull him closer, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and you could feel sohee smile against your skin. “i think i’ll take you up on that offer, sohee.” he looks at you, sporting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. sohee was too giddy to even waste a single second, lifting you up in his arms in the blink of an eye.

you let out a laugh, resting your head against his chest, hearing the steady beating of his heart, eyes slowly closing. “don’t fall asleep yet, i need you awake ‘cause i don’t know your passcode. hey? ma’am? y/n, don’t do this to me?” you giggle, snuggling your face against sohee as he rattled on.

maybe sleepless rainy nights wouldn’t be so bad if sohee was around all the time.